Dato Foland vs. Drew McIntyre

In honor of July 4th, here's the 3rd of four special matches this week.

Foland is 5'8", 178 lb versatile Russian hunk whose green eyes have an intense stare that can cause an erection on their own. McIntyre arguably has the best body of 3MB, coming it at 255 lbs, and standing 6'6" and long brown hair that just oozes sex appeal, but unfortunately that isn't enough as he was recently released.

McIntyre pulls his hair back behind his ears, trying to play it casual as Foland hops in his corner staring him down. Foland can't hide how hot he thinks McIntyre is in person, oil covered chest glistening under the lights, but is able to quickly put that aside once the bell rings. The two grapple, Foland gets McIntyre in an armlock, but McIntyre ducks and flips Foland over, sending him down the mat. Foland rubs his back, and McIntyre follows it up with a boot to the kisser. Foland rolls around and gets up, McIntyre already charging at him, but he ducks and hits a lariat, sending McIntyre across the ring. Both men get to their feet and lock up again. McIntyre hits a neckbreaker on his knee, sending Foland down on his stomach. He stomps on him a few times and then picks up the porn star and hits a northern lights suplex arched into a pin. Foland wiggles his way out after two. McIntyre picks up Foland and head butts him. Foland stumbles back into the ropes, and McIntyre whips him across the ring. Foland dashes back at him, and McIntyre leap frogs over him, and then hits a big boot when he rebounds back. McIntyre goes for a pin, but again Foland kicks out after two. McIntyre struts over to him and picks him up to his feet, he goes for a scoop slam, but Foland jumps out of the wrestler's hands and hits a drop kick. Both men get to their feet at the same time and Foland shoves McIntyre into the ropes, McIntyre comes back to him and he hits a flapjack. McIntyre bounces high off his stomach, holding it in pain. Foland hits an elbow drop and another on him and then gets an arm triangle on him. McIntyre tries rolling around to break free, but Foland hangs on tight, gaining confidence feeling how heavy McIntyre is breathing. McIntyre kicks his legs, and uses all his might to shove Foland off him. Foland runs right back at him and hits a shoulder block, sending McIntyre on his back. Foland lands on him and delivers a series of punches to the head until the ref pulls him off. Foland whips McIntyre to the corner turnbuckle and then hops on the second turnbuckle and delivers another ten blows to McIntyre's head. He then hops off and charges back at McIntyre, but McIntyre ducks the assault, getting Foland in a fireman's carry and hits a gutbuster. Foland rolls in the middle of the ring in pain, as McIntyre hurries over to him and gets him in a surfboard hold. He stretches the poor porn star above him, bending his back over his shins. Foland shakes his head, he's not going to tap out. Foland holds steady, catching some deep breaths and then uses all his might to break free, rolling over and landing on McIntyre's sweaty stomach for a pin. McIntyre, startled from the reversal, takes a moment, but kicks out after two. He gets up and hits a sledgehammer pound on Foland's back followed by a punch to the head. He picks Foland back up and then whips him across the ring to the opposite corner turnbuckle. Foland's back hits the turnbuckles so hard he falls face first to the ring. McIntyre is quick to go over and get the pin, but Foland punches out after one. McIntyre brushes the hair out of his face, he was not expecting this much of a fight from such a smaller man. McIntyre picks Foland back up and sets him on the top of the turnbuckle. McIntyre climbs to the second ropes, putting Foland's head to his crotch. Foland could lick McIntyre's boner if he wanted to, be he rather win the match. Foland head butts McIntyre, sending him down on his back. He then balances himself on the top turnbuckle and hits a a flying legdrop on the wrestler. McIntyre bounces in pain. Foland picks McIntyre up and gets him in an armlock, but McIntyre knees him in the gut and whips Foland to the corner and follows behind him with a charging elbow, but Foland spins out of the way so he eats turnbuckle. Foland grabs McIntyre and hits a neckbreaker. He goes for the pin, but McIntyre pushes the tired porn star off him. Foland sits up on his knees unsure of what to do, giving McIntyre time to catch his breath. Foland picks McIntyre up to his feet, throws him in the rope and then bends down for a flip, but instead McIntyre stops, grabs his head and slams it into the mat. McIntyre picks up the porn star, wraps his arms around his back and hits the future shock DDT, finishing him off. McIntyre lays his body on top of Foland's and gets the three-count victory.

Foland was about to leave the club, the crappy pop music, flabby go-go dancers all behind when he saw McIntyre dancing on the bar in his leather black briefs. He remains frozen watching McIntyre whip his hair and rub his hands on his chest and stomach. And then McIntyre notices him, and flashes a smile. Foland looks around to see if it's directed to anyone else, but no one near him is looking at McIntyre. He looks back at McIntyre who nods and gives him a wink. He approaches McIntyre and slips some bills in his briefs. McIntyre leans forward and whispers into Foland's ears, "Meet me in my dressing room." Foland is in disbelief at how fast the night has turned around. McIntyre points behind Foland where a hallway leads to the bathrooms and the dressing rooms. Foland takes one last look at McIntyre grind his body before heading to the back. He finds McIntyre's dressing room, and surprisingly it's unlocked. He steps in and finds a harness swing hanging in the middle of the room. Whoa. He turns around and sees McIntyre there - that was fast. MyIntyre wastes no time and wraps his arms around Foland as he plants a kiss on his lips. Foland holds McIntyre close to him, their crotches rubbing up against each other. Foland leans down and starts licking McIntyre's pecs, sucking them in his mouth and kissing them. McIntyre, pushes him down, and he kisses down his abs to the bulge in his crotch. He pulls down McIntyre's briefs and a bunch of dollar bills fall out. He looks up to say sorry, but McIntyre is concentrated on having his boner serviced. Foland kisses up and down the shaft and sucks on McIntyre's balls. He then cups them as he sucks on McIntyre's head. He bobs to and fro taking the cock as McIntyre sighs with delight. McIntyre had never done this before with a customer -- he usually wasn't into them -- but there was something about Foland that made him want to break down this barrier. He keeps petting Foland's head as the porn star grips his cock and jerks. Finally McIntyre can't take it and pulls Foland up to his feet. They share another kiss then McIntyre takes off Foland's shirt, revealing an impressive set of washboard abs. McIntyre kisses up and down his stomach as Foland unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. He tosses them in the corner and embraces the wrestler. McIntyre feels down Foland's back and squishes his ass as Foland holds him. And then McIntyre leans, directing Foland back. Foland falls into the swing, putting his feet in their respective spots and holding on to the chains. McIntyre pulls a rope and the swing raises up so Foland's ass is at McIntyre's face. He stuffs his face into the cheeks, licking up and down the crack, kissing Foland's hole. "Ahh..." Foland moans as he feels McIntyre's tongue flick in out and of his hole. McIntyre laughs as he holds the cheeks apart, rimming the porn star. Foland's sling rocks gently back and forth as McIntyre's tongue gets in his hole, loosening him up. McIntyre's face is buried in his ass, Foland tilts his head up, wishing he could see how McIntyre works his magic. He rests his head back and sighs again, his hole twitching from the touch of the wrestler's tongue.  And then he sees McIntyre's face, he's on his feet. He lowers the sling a bit and then taps his hard dick on Foland's stomach. Foland nods; he's ready to be fucked. McIntyre spits on his cock, rubs the saliva in and then gently squeezes it in Foland's surprisingly tight hole. Both men take a deep breath as Foland adjusts the cock in him. And then McIntyre begins thrusting forward, Foland leans back in the sling, gripping the chains tightly. McIntyre's hair falls in his face as his thrusts maintain a steady rhythm. Foland squeezes his ass each time McIntyre pulls his dick out, like he doesn't want the dick to leave him. But each time McIntyre comes back with a forceful thrust, rocking the entire sling with him. McIntyre grabs the back of the sling, holding it steady as Foland sits up, staring at the dick going in and out of him. "Oh yeah, yeah..." Foland moans as McIntyre grunts with each penetration. Foland feels up McIntyre's stomach to his chest, pinching his pecs as McIntyre keeps his eyes down on his dick pumping in and out. McIntyre that stuffs his dick all the way in and holds it steady. He bends down and sucks on Foland's head, slurping his tongue around it. He spits the dick out and smiles down at Foland. Foland nods with approval, but he hasn't seen anything yet. McIntyre holds his dick in the ass and then starts to swing the sling back and forth, so that Foland is riding the cock. Foland moans so more, his eyes tilting to the back of his head. McIntyre then grabs a hold of the chains, and goes at it with a series of fast, but light fucks. Foland sucks in gasps of air as he moans with delight. McIntyre grinds his cock in him once more before pulling out. He then helps Foland out of the sling and takes a seat himself. He sits on top of the sling, his ass facing out for Foland to fuck. Foland bends down and spits it his hole before moving his face in for a closer inspection. McIntyre grabs his head and stuffs it in his ass, rocking the sling back into him. Foland munches on the wrestler's hole, slurping around the rim. He decides not to spend too much time rimming as he can tell McIntyre is horny for some dick in him. Foland lines his cock up and starts fucking the beefy wrestler. He holds his hands on McIntyre's shoulders, rubbing them gently as he fucks away. "Ahhh, yeah, give it to me," McIntyre yells. Foland keeps his rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of the wrestler halfway. McIntyre whimpers with delight, making a higher pitch squeal than Foland was expecting. McIntyre tosses his hair back, it's frizzy and sweaty. Foland helps comb it back as he grinds his cock in him. The sling gently rocks with the motion, their skin flapping together at a steady tempo. Foland can see the appeal of the sling now and wonders how he can have gone so long without giving it a try. "Ahhh," McIntyre moans as Folands starts a series of hard thrusts. His cock drills its way in, grazing the wrestler's prostate. McIntyre whimpers again and again as his cock gets closer to the sweet spot. And then he hits it, "Oh god, yeah, don't stop..." McIntyre says rocking the swing himself. Foland maintains his position, holding his breath as he uses all of his energy to keep pounding him in the g-spot. And then he gasps for air, coming to a stop. McIntyre looks back at him, no one has done what he did so well. The two kiss and then McIntyre adjusts himself in the sling so he sits in on his back. He motions for Foland to join him, and so the porn star sits on McIntyre's lap, letting McIntyre's dick slide back in him. "Ohhh ohhhh ohhh," Foland moans almost immediately. McIntyre's head taps his prostate which each thrust up. Foland clasps the chains and pulls himself up and down, riding the cock, getting it all the way in him. "Ohh..." Foland whimpers louder. McIntyre smiles, holding his hands firmly on the porn stars thighs. He takes deep breathes as Foland bounces up and down on him, sweat dripping from one body to the other. Foland strokes his hard cock as he swirls his ass down on McIntyre' feeling his pubes brush against his ass. His whimpering moans become one continuous cry and soon he explodes, letting his cum shoot out across the room. McIntyre keeps thrusting up in him, as his load keeps coming, now dripping down on the wrestler's stomach. Foland wipes his brow, more than satisfied and climbs off McIntyre. McIntyre remains reclined in the sling, jerking off as Foland bends down to suck his balls. His tongue licks up and down in between them and McIntyre can feel it coming. He holds his breath and cums on Foland's face. The cum drips down his cheeks and Foland catches it with his hand, licking it clean. McIntyre takes a series of breaths squeezing the last of his cum out. Foland bends over and kisses his crush. He pulls McIntyre up to his feet and the two men embrace with their semi-hard cocks rubbing against each other. "Thanks for the backstage show," Foland says. "This was no show," McIntyre corrects him, "This was the VIP experience." Foland's eyes light up, "VIP?" "Yeah, and you're the first one..." Foland nods, now realizing that McIntyre wasn't as slutty as he thought he was. McIntyre brushes his hair back and adds, "And hopefully the only one." Foland gives him a kiss, "I'd be down for that." The two kiss. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow then."
The hardest decision of the three, after much debate I'd pick Foland over McIntyre.