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Aug 17, 2019

Celebrity Wrestling Federation Model Mayhem! Pietro Boselli Vs. Trevor Signorino

========================================================================= Big Thanks to @frickssexywrestling, Alex Miller and Harpagon73 for all of the inspiration from either the past or present that helped me pump out this story that I hope you all love! =========================================================================

(This is also not related to the Muscle Wars Post, Just Inspired thanks to @frickssexywrestling)

“Welcome Fans! We are back for another exciting match for all you CWF fans!” Mario Lopez announces as he sits at the announcer table alongside his Co-Commentator for the day Tom Holland. The Drone Camera moving across both of them before going into the air and showing off the new CWF Arena. Everything looked dark around the Wrestling ring and Ramps, only dimly lit so you could see the figures of the packed crowd that joined in for today's match. The Wrestling Ring was the focus of attention and they made sure of that with most of the lights focused on the Ring, while the announcer table, ramp and stage got decent lighting. The Arena was split in half with two ramps on opposite sides that headed toward the wrestling ring floor. One side in red and the other blue, both colors to represent which side the celebrities would come out from. The Wrestling Ring while black and had a White and Gold CWF logo on the middle of the ramp also had its ring turnbuckle and ropes match the same color depending on the side it was on.

“And this match is a different kind of celebrity match. Instead of TV or Movie stars we are getting popular Supermodels from the Fashion world.” Tom explains.

“That’s correct Tom. The CWF has snagged many hot models but today they are pitting two of the hottest in this very ring!”

“Hopefully it's not a snooze fest.” Tom laughs off sinking into his seat as if he was already bored “You know how pretty Models want to keep their faces and bodies. I want Action today and I better get it or you will see me join in today's match.”

Lopez laughed as he continued things along. “I think you are just anxious to get into a match and show what you have for the crowd, Aye Spiderman?”

Tom just grins sitting up right in his seat and giving a quick reply. “Maybe.”

“Well now that our introductions are out of the way let's get things underway and start this match!” Mario called out that got the crowd into a roar. “Today’s match will be a Normal Singles match, To score a win you must Pin, Knockout or force your opponent to submit. As this is a normal match with only pride on the line Disqualifications are set as normal. Now let's introduce our first Supermodel for the day. He comes from Negrar Italy and stands at a tall 6 feet 1 inch while weighing in today at 192 pounds. From the Red Entrance, the Italian Stallion... Pietro Boselli!!!” Pietro came out of the Red Side of the Arena, parting the blood red curtains with his hands held high as the crowd chants out his name. Pietro was a fan favorite and even the small few who didn’t like him couldn’t deny how insane his body was as he walked down the ramp in the small and tight red briefs with a black waistband while wearing nothing else for his ring debut. Boselli got quickly into the ring and went to the turnbuckle planting a barefoot on the middle rope and lifted himself up with a finger shooting to the sky getting the crowd roaring once more before they settled down as his opponent was ready to be introduced.

Tom began the introduction for the next celebrity “And Introducing his opponent with very similar stats, He is the second Supermodel that has everyone talking. Coming from New Jersey United States, He stands at 6 feet 2 inches with 187 pounds of sculpted muscle, From the Blue Entrance, the Sculpted Statue... Trevor Signorinooooo!” Trevor was the next to come out, bursting from the Royal Blue curtains and getting the crowd just as hyped as when Pietro made his entrance. Trevor was also a huge fan favorite matching Pietro ever so closely not only with stats and CWF fame status but also in Attire as he chose a Soft blue briefs with white lines at the top and bottom of the waistbands and also opting in to going barefoot. As Siggs made his way down the ramp Mario kept the color commentating going. “Both of these men are the top trending celebrities in the CWF Tom. Having two of the biggest Fan Favorites makes this match a very big deal.”

“For the Fans sure,” Holland agreed but was quick to add on “But I also think this means a lot to two models in the ring. Especially Pietro, He may be a Fan Favorite like Trevor but his opponent is also a big favorite to the big men running this show. I think the former teacher also wants to be the big wigs favorite, like a teachers pet!” Tom says getting a quick head turn and glare from Pietro which just makes the Marvel Actor break out with a bright smile.

Ding Ding Ding

Mario had a grin on his face knowing that Tom always loved to stir the pot but decided to stay the professional commentator “Now that the Introductions are done lets get things underway!” Trevor and Pietro both back away from their respective color corners sizing each other up as Boseli starts to circle and Signorino mirrors. After sizing each other up both men lift their hands in unison as walk in and lock hands. “Even though Pietro has more weight and looks to have more muscle Trevor is no slouch when it comes to showing off his own muscles, look at those arms bulge!” The Latino observed as everyone watched both men struggling to over power the other. Biceps flexed and feet were planted but neither man moved. For the moment both models were locked in a tight Test of Strength but suddenly Boseli roared out and started to power Trevor back one, two, three steps! But Trevor was not going to back down! The Jersey Model shouted out as he started powering back Pietro moving him and the Models ended up right where they started off!

“Looks like Pietro wasn’t happy that Trevor was matching up.” Tom laughed as right when both men went back to the middle Boselli lifted his leg slamming his bare foot into Trevor’s lean 8 pack abs and yanked him forward. “Looks like the Test of Strength is over fans and the teacher isn’t happy he passed.” Tom joked watching as Pietro yanked Signorino in close, right into a headlock and smoothly grabbed the back of Trevor’s briefs yanking on them and wedging the cloth as he lifted and flipped Trevor over slamming him onto the mat.

“Nice Transition and now Pietro has Trevor on his back!” Mario called out but Tom was quick to correct that statement.

"Not for long! Trevor is already on his feet and now they are getting ready for round two!." Trevor got up quickly, pulling the briefs that sunk into his ass and put them back into place to the dismay of the fans. Both men were now back on their feet and Pietro was the first to make a move. Again he challenged Trevor to a Test of Strength, lifting his pumper arms but while Siggs approached the former teacher he wasn't going to play along. Trevor moved in close and slammed a knee into Pietro's bulky abs making him double over slightly while Trevor side stepped behind. Wrapping his own rippling arms around Bosellis waist, Trevor roared out as he lifted his opponent up and over with a suplex that made the ring shake from the impact "Trevor turned the tables on Pietro but now they are both on their feet ready to go again!"

"Ready for Round 3 Tom?" Mario asked as both of their eyes were locked on the action in the ring. The two models circled once more in the ring, Trevor with a smirk while Pietro had a serious stare. Once again the teacher moved in forcing Trevor to lock up but unlike the first time with the test of strength Pietro roared as he immediately started over powering his fellow model that was caught off guard. Powering Trevor a few steps back Boselli then tightened the grip on Trevor and shoved him to the side tossing him to the corner. The Italian model stood tall and proud, raising an arm to flex his bulging bicep and getting the cheering crowd on his side.

Trevor just grins seeing Pietros cocky flex as he pushes himself up to his feet but Boselli was ready to keep the pressure on as he slammed into Trevor mashing their pecs while he grabbed him by his leg and side. "Boselli has a grip on Trevor and lifts him while turning on a dime to Spinebuster the model right onto the mat! Ouch!! He's going to feel that one!"

"He's not going down yet Mario, right when Pietro lifted him up Trevor quickly locked on a headlock and even though that Spinebuster looked brutal Trevor held on and is powering through the pain to keep Bosello locked in!"

"But just like Trevor, Pietro looks like he is not staying down!" He lifts his body enough so he can once again wrap his arms around Trevor's body. "Is he actually…?"

"No way!" Tom yelled jumping in his seat. "He is really flexing his strength as he powers his way onto his knees and then his feet! Even with Trevor grinding onto his head and locking his legs around his waist, that isn't enough to keep the Italian Stallion down!" Pietro powered up to his feet, turning towards the farthest corner and charged! He ran across the wrestling ring to slam Trevor's back into the corner with enough strength to force him to release the headlock and leg scissors from the pain. "Damn that was amazing Mario…" Tom said in awe.

"It was but it also took a lot from Pietro to pull it off." Mario observed as he noticed the Italian model was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat which only served to highlight his already amazing muscles and made them look even better. Trevor was groaning out from the two strong hits to his back. As he finally stepped out of the corner Pietro was right there again to capitalize on his advantage pulling him into a crushing bearhug.

"With all the constant attacks to his back I can see Trevor tapping soon Fans." The Marvel star announced while he watched Trevor arch his back trying to fight the pain. He started thrashing his body so he could get a good angle to lock on another head lock.

"I wouldn't count him out yet Tom. Both of these men seem really stubborn and neither are going to go down easily." Everyone watched on as Signorino lifted his free arm slamming it down onto Pietro's back. The Bulkier model stumbled with each hit as he found it increasingly harder to maintain the hold. "Trevor is fighting back and with how much energy Pietro used to power out of the previous hold it won't be much longer till Signorino forces his way out!" Just like Mario commented even though the repeated forearm slams to Pietro’s back were slowing down as well, eventually the bearhug was broken and Trevor dropped back onto his feet stumbling back a few steps while holding his back from the pain.

Trevor was in pain and Pietro was exhausted. It was clear to both men what the winning objective was for not only them but their opponents. This time Trevor was the first to move, with a bit more energy in him he slammed a forearm to Pietro’s chest which made him take a step back but quickly move back in place. Another hit to the chest but this time Pietro didn’t even move, the cocky Model even bounced his pecs as if telling Trevor to try harder. Signorino took that challenge and jumped into the air slamming both barefeet into the sweaty pecs and knocking Pietro right off his feet. Both men dropped to the mat, groaning, their pecs heaving. The crowd watched on and chanted for their preferred wrestler as both men laid there staring into space slowly recovering.

Trevor was first to eventually move, pushing himself to his feet and while that was happening Pietro dragged himself to the ropes, grabbing on and using them to slowly pull himself up. As he got up and turned around he saw that Signorino was already waiting for him. A kick to his abs made him double over and Trevor grabbed his head yanking him into a headlock. He moved back a step and then SLAM! The Italian model’s head was planted right back onto the mat. “A Hard DDT and Trevor finds himself back in control! Not only that but he is keeping the Headlock on and he has his legs crushing Pietro’s waist! If Boseli doesn’t do something quick then this match may very well be over fan!” Mario called out. Not only the commentators but everyone were on the edge of their seats as the match may very well be over in a few seconds!

Everyone was watching on as the saw Pietro’s hand grab the bicep that was crushing his neck, desperately trying to pull it off. Everyone watched as he tried to pull but knew the attempt was useless. Suddenly BREAK was announced through the systems intercom and the Large screen TV’s showed Pietro’s foot onto the bottom rope. “Took him awhile but looks like he was able to find the ropes for the break. Good thing, being choked out would be a boring way to end this match. Right Mario?” Tom said with a grin on his face. Just like the fans he was enjoying this match just as much.

“I don’t think that's exactly the first thing on their mind Tom.” Mario laughed out as they watched Trevor move to the turnbuckle while Pietro was still laid out. He moved his hands onto the mat and was starting to push himself up, slowly but eventually. “I think you might get that ending you wanted.” Mario was quick to say, excitement building up in him as everyone watched with bated breath as Trevor moved from the corner to the top ropes!

The excited Superhero was already on his feet, eyes locked on Trevor’s tan muscled body as he got in place. “And Pietro is still looking down Mario… He doesn’t know what's about to happen!” Pietro was finally able to get to his feet, a little recovered thanks to Trevor not interrupting him. It did send some warning signals to his brain but he never expected what came next! As he turned a shadow cast over him and not a second later he crashed back down to the mat with Trevor’s sweaty body slamming on top of him. Both men went down to the mat with Signorino falling off of Boselli but he was quick to scramble and leap on top of the larger model, grabbing his leg and hooking for a pin.

The crowd was nuts from what just happened but they were all quick to join in the pin count as the System intercom began to count.

“1….

2…

Kick out!” The crowd was already shouting but now they were going insane. Trevor wasn’t giving up and the shocked look on his face also showed that Pietro didn’t give up either. Punching the mat Trevor got to his feet, his chest panting and the sweat dripping onto Boseli as he grabbed an arm to pull him to his feet. Unexpected for him, once Pietro was pulled to his feet he grabbed Trevors waist lifting him high and slamming the attacked back right onto the mat with another Surprise Spine buster! “What the fuck Mario?! How do they keep going on? I can’t even tell who is in control of this match?” Tom yelled out.

Pietro was on his hands and knees hovering over Trevor, after a few seconds he got up and moved his foot to kick Trevor face down. Reaching over the Italian model grabbed Trevor’s blue trunks wedging them up his ass once more and then his hair yanking them both up forcing Siggs to move along. While Trevor was getting to his feet Pietro took in a deep breath before grabbing him by the neck and leg. Yelling out his biceps flexed and his body went overdrive as he lifted Trevor up onto his shoulder in a brutal tourture rack!

Trevor was yelling out! The pain was unbearable for the tan model as Pietro had him over stretched over the broad shoulders using the grip on his neck and thigh to bend him further. The tourture rack really putting the pain to the Siggs as Boseli forced the match back into his control. He walked around with Signorino on his shoulders, parading him around the ring while the crowd watched in silence, waiting for the golden words, wondering if this was the hold that would make Trevor submit. It looked like everyone and even more to Pietro who was confident this match was over and he would soon be declared the winner. "Looks like this is the end Mario! Pietro has Trevor in a tourture rack and I can see this match ending soon with the former teacher becoming the victorious Fan Favorite!" Tom called out boosting Pietro's ego as he let go of Trevor’s leg to quickly flex but the man on wits end noticed it almost immediately and started to thrash. Trevor was flailing on his shoulders and an elbow connected to his head making Pietro lose his grip and drop Signorino onto the mat! The bulkier model stumbled holding his head while Trevor was fighting the pain as he got onto his knees and then in position behind Pietro. Once Boseli turned around Trevor charged in, running forward and leaping to ram his shoulder into Pietro's abs and spearing him onto the mat. The crowd in shock as Trevor suddenly turned the match once again and immediately yanked the other models leg for a pin and the CWF systems started to count the pin as the crowd chanted along as they looked at the Large screen TV.

The crowd was in an uproar cheering and yelling as Trevor got the win while Pietro couldn’t kick out until it was a second too late.

“That’s it Fans! Trevor came out with a hard fought victory and was able to give Pietro a loss for their debut match!” Mario Announced to the crowd on their feet chanting Trevor’s name. The winner was drenched in sweat and one his knees while his arm was held high in victory. Trevor pushed himself to get onto his feet and took in a deep breath as he let everything sink, seeing the crowd praised him for his first win. He looked down to Pietro who was on the mat, a pissed off look on his face. Obviously upset with his loss but also that he may have had the match in his favor if he did things differently. Trevor held out his hand to help Pietro to his feet that was accepted after a few seconds. The loser of the match helped to his feet as the two Supermodels shook hands a smile on both of their faces but suddenly Pietro’s smile turned into a glare.

“Woah!” Tom called out almost jumping from his seat. Pietro suddenly kicked out nailing Trevor in the balls and before the Winner could even react Boseli yanked him in with the grip from the handshake and almost knocked Trevor’s head off with a brutal Clothesline!

“That was bullshit!” Pietro yelled as he slammed foot after foot onto Trevor’s body. “I had that match! It wasn’t a 3 count! I kicked out!” He shouted while continuing to slam his foot onto Trevor’s exhausted body. He reached down and gripped Trevor’s hair pulling him up to the feet “You think you're so good? So fucking perfect? The Fan Favorite!?” Tom has a huge smile on his face as he leaned onto the Color Commentators desk. “I’ll show everyone that you are NOTHING compared to me!” The pissed off loser roared, seemingly filled with energy thanks to his anger boiling. The rage taking focus as he brought up his hand smacking Trevor in the face with enough force that the sound echoed throughout the arena and also made Signorino turn holding his face from the pain. Pietro was quick to capitalize as he covered the space between them pressing his muscled torso against Trevor’s rippling back and pulled him into a reverse bearhug.

“Oooh, with all that attention to his back Trevor must be in pain right now.” Mario called out as his observation was spot on. The Victor was crying out trying to pry apart the bulging muscles that were crushing his back. He did his best to fight the pain but the sore loser was going to have none of it as he yanked Trevor off his feet and shook him. “Trevor looks like a rag doll with how hard Pietro is yanking him from side to side in that hold.”

The pain was unbearable for the winner of the match as he was already crying out his submission even though a match wasn’t going on. “If only Pietro did that DURING the match, then he wouldn’t have that huge L on his record.” Tom laughed as he was fueling the fire and not even a second after he said that Boseli lifted Trevor up and over Suplexing him onto the mat. With his anger fueling him, Pietro kept the hold on as he Suplexed Trevor not once, but three times before finally letting him go. The poor winner was crying out as arched his back trying to relieve the pain but that only made the angry model stomp onto his abs to keep him on the mat. Trevor groaned getting lightly kicked in the face that forced him onto his side, then a kick to his back to get him on his hands and knees. The exhausted model tried to escape from Boseli’s wrath as he crawled weakly but a foot on his ass and a shove forward knocked him onto the mat. Pietro walked in front of Trevor cutting off his escape, towering over the winner. He lightly kicked Trevor in the face before he placed his foot close to Trevor's face as he crossed his arms over his pumped pecs. “Kiss my foot and I’ll end this easily for you.” Pietro offered Trevor. The Winning model laying there looking at the foot placed in front of him lost in thought before Boseli spoke up again. “Or I can continue to break you, Your choice.” He added on with a sinister grin as he moved his arms to crack his knuckles.

The Thought alone had Trevor swallow his pride as he leaned in, his face slowly inching forward to the foot before finally his lips pursed and he kissed Pietro’s foot. The Winner doing what the Loser commanded and felt his once proud victory dismantled. A Happy smirk was on Pietro’s face as he walked around Trevor once more getting behind him. This time he reached down and gripped the blue briefs yanking them down his legs and off his feet. The Briefs held high, if he couldn’t win the match the Trophy in his hand was a good enough consolation prize. “What the hell!” Trevor cried out, his face red full of embarrassment and confusion. “You said you were going to end this.

“I am.” Pietro replied as he reached down, this time for Trevor’s hair. Forcing the nude model to his feet, his hands covering his manhood while Pietro's arm found its way over his neck putting him in a sleeper hold. “I said I’d end it easily. This is what easy is for you.” The model laughed as locked on the hold while grinding against Trevor’s ass earning moans from both men. Boseli saw the camera man circling the ring to get a better look at the action as he held Trevor in the perfect spot, Trevor’s nude body on the big screen as his hands were the only thing keeping him from going completely nude. “Look at your Favorite Celebrity now! Nothing but a joke, nothing but my bitch now!” Pietro yelled to the cameras while yanking Trevor back making him stand on his toes while his face turned an even brighter shade of red from the lack of air. Both of the models stayed in the middle of the ring, Trevor held in place as his body felt heavier and heavier. His Vision blurring and his hands falling to his sides revealing his cock that was half hard thanks to Pietro’s humping while he was in the hold. With the Camera on Trevor’s cock and satisfied that Trevor was out of energy, Pietro walked Trevor forward and shoved him into the corner watching as Signorino latched onto the top ropes to keep himself from falling. Everyone whistling and hollering as the saw the large sizeable bulge trapped in the red briefs. Not a second later after it was Pietro’s turn to bare all as he gripped the black waistband and shoved his briefs down letting them fall to his feet. He stepped out of the red cloth, spat on his hand and stroked his rock hard cock, eyeing Trevor’s ass while he strutted to the corner where his prize awaited.

He got to Trevor and gripped his shoulder yanking him and roughly turning him so his back was to the turnbuckle and they were face to face. Pietro had a grin on his face seeing the shocked look on Trevor's face from seeing Pietro in his full glory, his hard cock standing tall and his large pecs bouncing in anticipation of what was to come. Boseli got to his knees grabbing Trevor's ankles and put them on his shoulders as rose to his feet, the head of his cock brushing up against the winners hole. Before anything else could be said Pietro pushed his cock through the ring and into the humiliated model’s hole pushing every inch he could before Trevor’s hole swallowed up his entire cock.

Everyone was silent all their attention was locked onto the hot scene happening in the ring even though the match ended not to long ago. Everyone was torn from looking at the ring or looking to the big screens with a close up view of the action. Sweat was dripping from the two models as Pietro slowly pulled his cock out before slamming all the way in and repeating the process. With every thrust Boseli would go faster and faster until he went all in and just fucked Trevor as roughly as he could. The Camera moving up from the fucking up to Trevor’s large cock, rock hard and bouncing from each thrust, up higher to Trevor’s lean pecs and Pietro’s bulkier pecs bouncing along with the winners cock and then up to Trevor’s face that had a look of pain and pleasure on while Pietro had a satisfied look on his.

Pietro continued fucking Trevor but wasn’t done with the model yet as he nodded for the Camera man to come closer. “Tell the crowd what they want to hear!” The dominant model in control yelled. “Tell them who the better model is!”

Trevor lost in everything quickly replied between moans, “You are the better model!”

“And who is the bigger celebrity in CWF?!”

“You are the bigger Celebrity!”

“Who has the better muscles?!”

“You do!”

“And who is my bitch?” Pietro asked with a smoldering smirk for his last question.

“I’m your bitch!” Trevor shouted before he cried out, his cock shooting wave after wave of cum, hitting his tanned lean torso with his own seed, the cum seeping into his carved abs. Seeing the sight Pietro knew he couldn’t hold on any longer and gave Trevor one last slam and unloaded his cum into Trevor’s broken in hole.

“Damn..” Tom let out watching the sight before his eyes that he might have helped transpire.

“I’d say…” Mario chimed in “Was that the action you wanted before the match Tom?”

“And More.” Tom said rubbing the bulge in his own pants. He was about to say something else but Pietro made another move in the ring. Pietro reached forward and gripped his hair pulling his head closer as he covered his lips with his own locking Trevor into a deep lip lock. From the looks of it, it was another battle that Pietro won as Trevor melted in his grip. During the steamy liplock Pietro gripped Trevor's hips and finally broke the kiss. With the grip on his Rivals hips Boseli lifted Signorino up onto his shoulders and walked to the middle of the ring. He held Trevor giving a quick lick to the spent cock to tease him before hoisted him and swiftly slamming his back onto the mat shaking the while ring from the brutal impact.

“The Boselli Bomb!!” Tom yelled out standing out of his seat with a clear bulge in his pants. Trevor slammed onto the mat his body laid out and his mouth open wide but only silence came out.

Pietro strutted over Trevor’s body once more, towering over him. The sweat dripping from his body onto the man laying below him. He lifted his barefoot once more and placed it on Trevor’s neck. Pietro slowly leaned in putting more and more weight onto his neck cutting off his air while the so called winner struggled at trying to lift the foot. It was clear that he had no energy to do such a task as Pietro stood there towering over him, watching as Trevor face turned different shades of red and his struggles slowed. The Camera watching everything as it happened, the loser yet winner began to flex on Trevor's body. Two arms lifted up, flexing both biceps. His hands moving behind his head to flex his core, then moving down to his hips to flex his chest, bouncing his pecs for good measure, and finishing off with his legs. He went through many routines as Trevor’s struggles came to a slow halt and the ‘Winner’ of this CWF match knocked out under the losers foot.

Pietro looked down at the knocked out model. He moved his foot covering Trevor's face as he lifted his right arm, flexing his bulging bicep and bringing it close to kiss the mass of muscle before stepping off the dominated model that he broke down and humiliated in front of everyone watching. He grabbed Trevor’s arm and dragged the unconscious man to the side of the ring closest to the commentators. Lifting him up and over the top rope, dropping him onto the ring apron and made sure his arms were draped over the top rope. The Italian Model grabbed the middle ropes and lifted them down then up and over onto Trevor’s arms trapping his arms in the ropes. He lifted his foot and kicked Trevor’s ass making the model lose his footing and fall off the apron, only being held by the very ropes he was trapped in. Pietro lifted both arms giving the crowd a double bicep flex, his large cock hard once more sticking out, while Trevor, nude and knocked out was hanging in the ropes right below him.

Both commentators were drooling from the mere sight but Mario’s daydream was interrupted as the production team gave him the command and it was time to sign off. “And here he have it Fans Trevor won the match but-” Mario started to say but was quickly cut off by Tom.

“Does that even matter when you got beat down, manhandled and humiliated in front of everyone? In my books and I'm sure in a lot of other people's books this is a big win for Pietro.”

“‘I’m sure a lot of people share your opinion Tom, me included. Thank you for joining us and from everyone here at CWF have a great night!”

END.