Saturday Scissor Series

RKO using Body- and Head-Scissors to dominate young Jeff Hardy. I am so jealous!

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. ))

Wyatt’s core flexed hard as he pushed against Calvin’s crushing headscissors, his arms straining, muscles bulging as he tried to pry himself free. The redhead’s breath grew sharper, his neck veins standing out as he attempted to power his way out of the vise-like grip. The Pack watched from above with keen interest as the two titans battled it out on the mats below. The show was as incredible as all had hoped. The battle of strength and will was intense. As soon as Wyatt moved Calvin just a bit, Calvin readjusted and continued to assault Wyatt's abs and pecs until he forced Wyatt back in place.

However, Wyatt would not be dominated. With a furious grunt from Wyatt, Calvin felt the shift immediately. He could sense Wyatt’s strength surging, the stubborn power of his muscles pushing back against the hold. The challenge sparked something primal in Calvin, a thrill, a surge of satisfaction that made him grit his teeth and dig in harder. But Wyatt would not be denied any longer. The Pack let out a collective gasp as they watched Wyatt start to overpower Calvin's legs and break the hold.

“Not so fast, Redwood,” Calvin hissed, his voice low and determined. With lightning reflexes, Calvin’s elbow drove down into Wyatt. CRACK! Calvin's elbow drove deep, striking Wyatt square in the solar plexus. The blow knocked the wind out of Wyatt in a sharp exhale, his chest compressing involuntarily. Before Wyatt could recover, Calvin shifted position, coiling his legs around Wyatt’s midsection like two steel cables and snapping into a massive body scissors, crushing the remnants of air out of Wyatt's lungs.

Wyatt’s eyes widened as the crushing force bore down on him. The power and speed of the elbow strike caused Wyatt to convulse just a bit. The squeeze of Calvin's quads caused Wyatt to surrender the first groans of pain. Calvin smiled as he used his quads and hamstrings, flexing them to bulge, to cause every fiber of muscle to tighten with monstrous power. He had scored the first major victory of the fight. Wyatt was forced to react in pain. Now to capitalize and fell the redwood. Calvin put all his effort into the squeeze, guaranteeing a brutal crush digging deep into Wyatt’s ribs and abs. Wyatt's core instinctively flexed, trying to resist the inward pressure and defend the core from being destroyed, but Calvin only increased the power with which he squeezed, his tattooed arm gripping the mat for leverage as his legs constricted as tightly as he could make them. Calvin's face was focused, determined, and looking directly at Wyatt as if to dare him to break free.

“Keep trying, redwood,” Calvin growled through clenched teeth, feeling every twitch and strain of Wyatt’s torso. “I can feel you fighting me, and I’m loving every minute of it. It will make your submission all the more delicious.” Calvin looked again at Wyatt's face. Wyatt’s breath came ragged now, his abs quivering as the crushing hold sent waves of pain radiating through his ribcage. He tried to wrench Calvin’s legs apart, his powerful arms digging into Calvin’s quads, but every time he pulled, Calvin squeezed harder, forcing a low grunt from the redhead’s throat. The pressure was unrelenting, pressing into his core like a clamp being slowly tightened. Calvin’s grin grew as he felt Wyatt’s body heat and strength straining against him. The closeness, the raw clash of muscle against muscle, fueled his drive to dominate. “What’s the matter, Redwood?” he taunted. “Having a bit of trouble breaking free? Go ahead and admit defeat. Submit!”

Wyatt growled back, his eyes sharp with defiance, but his body betrayed what he truly felt, his muscles trembled slightly from the prolonged squeeze, and his body convulsed for air. He hated giving Calvin any satisfaction, but the crushing power around his torso was undeniable and growing with intensity with every passing second. Calvin tightened his right hand around the top of Wyatt’s neck, pushing the neck down into a semi-choke to pin him more firmly and weaken Wyatt even more. A fighter who has no air starves his muscles and weakens quickly. Calvin knew this and had planned this to be the best way to work Wyatt over before really starting the fun. Wyatt’s teeth clenched as the pressure on his ribs and throat combined, forcing him to dig deep to endure. His chest heaved, each breath a fight against the relentless compression.

Calvin chuckled darkly, lowering his voice to a menacing whisper. “I can feel every bit of that tension, Wyatt. Every twitch. You’re tough, but you and I both know you are weakening.” Calvin’s legs constricted tighter around Wyatt’s torso, each pulse of his quads squeezing like two pythons killing their prey. Wyatt’s breath hissed between his teeth as his abs fought to stay flexed, each contraction sending a sharp ache through his ribs. He felt every ounce of Calvin’s power bearing down on him, the tattooed fighter fully intent on crushing his will. “Feel that?” Calvin taunted, his voice low and deliberate. “I can feel every part of you straining… and weakening. Every bit of fight you give me only makes me squeeze harder. Longer.”

Wyatt’s muscles bulged and quivered as he tried to pry Calvin’s legs apart, but the vice-like hold refused to give. His chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down his sternum. He could feel Calvin’s presence, every shift of his body, every tightening flex of his thighs, and even the heat from their proximity pressing against him. The intensity of this fight in this moment had Wyatt's head swimming. He could feel himself getting aroused by the struggle for domination. He could feel his briefs getting tighter as his bulge grew.

Calvin’s right hand slid across Wyatt’s chest, fingers digging into the hard muscle as if testing his endurance, feeling the tautness of his pecs and abs. “Still solid, Redwood,” Calvin muttered, his grin widening, “I can feel how hard you’re working under me… and how much you love having me dominate you.” Wyatt growled in defiance, but the closeness, the grinding compression, the struggle for leadership, and the fight for dominance sparked something between them. Wyatt could see it in Calvin's eyes as much as Calvin could see it in Wyatt's. Calvin’s hand lingered below his legs along Wyatt’s bulging crotch, fingers grazing the leg-band of his briefs in a deliberate, teasing motion. Wyatt’s body tensed, not just from the hold, but from the realization of Calvin’s next move to assert dominance in a new way.

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