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**Dungeon** · July 7th, 2016, 06:49 PM

The letter came without warning.

"Dear ___, you have been invited to compete in a tournament that most would dream of attending: The World Spank Tournament. In said tourney, you will go about your regular life, until you come in contact with another competitor. Once your eyes lock, the wristband that is included in the letter (which you must wear at all times) will beep a few times, signalling that your duel has begun. The two of you, no matter where you are, must battle until one of you as secured the other into a position to be spanked. The spanking can be done in any state of clothing, with any implement. The spanking will continue until the spankee verbally admits that they are a naughty boy and submits. At that time, the Spanker will be granted the winner. This is a Free-for-All battle, but team-ups are allowed. The winner of the tournament will receive an all expenses paid trip to anywhere they choose, One Million Dollars, and the ability to spank anyone they choose for 365 days. The rules of the tournament are also included. If you break so much as a single rule, you will be disqualified, and we shall send one of our Professional Disciplinarians to you for the spanking of your life, you bad, bad boy. Now, as soon as you put on your wristband, you will be automatically entered into the tournament. Good luck, and happy spanking."

Willy "Spanks" Robinson chuckled as he read the letter, his barrel chest heaving with laughter. The muscular man dropped the paper, taking out the peach-colored wristband and sliding on. He pulled on the sleeveless black leather jacket with a Red Moon Biker Gang logo on the back that he loved and stepped out of the house. The Red Moons were a feared gang in this city. They would ride around on their bikes, and anyone they thought needed a tanning, got the tanning of their life. Willy was their fearless leader, it was obvious that he'd get in. He hopped on his own bike, hearing the roar of the engine. His bike had a satchel, filled with the undergarments of everyone he'd ever took across his knee. With a battle cry, he sped down the street, ready for a few new additions...

**Croup** · July 7th, 2016, 07:06 PM

Ron Harrison, aka. "The Ass Beater" had also chuckled when he read his letter. He was a massively built pro-wrestler, bald-headed but hairy all over the rest of himself and with a short goatee. He could take on just about any guy and twist them into a pretzal. The reason he was so feared in the ring however was his "shtick" of bending his opponents over the ropes, or even over his knee, and taking down their trunks for a good, hard, bare-butt spanking. The crowd loved watching the humiliation and always shouted for more. As a result his producers had been noting his growing popularity and had recently been placing him against bigger and bigger names in the pro-wrestling circuit--and consequently, ensuring those same big names wound up pinned under him with his palm heating up their naked, twisting asses. The roars of the crowd were almost deafening each time he did. It was a win-win situation for everybody. Well, except maybe the guys who wound up spanked.

He wasn't surprised when he got the invite. Hell, it was about time he got recognized. And he planned to win, too. But first, he had another match to win. Tonight he was wrestling outside a bar in the rougher part of the city, where the streets were infested with hoodlums and thugs. His kind of place. In the distance he could even hear the revving of a motorcycle gang drawing closer...

His new wristband went unnoticed by most since it was the same red color as his trunks, elbow pads, and knee pads.

**Dungeon** · July 7th, 2016, 08:49 PM

Willy wasn't too concerned about the other competitors. He would likely be up against guys of all shapes and sizes, but not many people he knew could spank someone like him. Willy was tough as nails, standing 5'11" and weighing in at close to two hundred and fifty pounds. He was a little chubby, but his arms were like canons. He pulled up to his favorite pub, scratching his beard in confusion. His bracelet was humming a bit, probably only so he could hear it. He chuckled, running a hand through his unruly brown hair and entering the bar, greeted by most of its patrons. Willy had spanked everyone there at least once, including the bartender himself! The biker sat at his favorite stool, second to the door, and waited for a drink. And a victim.

**Croup** · July 8th, 2016, 04:55 PM

The harsh sound of wood cracking onto ass drew Willy's attention. A large wrestler stood in a makeshift wrestling ring, working the crowds. He was bigger even than the gang leader, and had the name "Ass Beater" written in gold across the seat of his red wrestling trunks--which struggled to confine the globes of his big, muscular ass. He had another wrestler bent over the ropes, spandex pants pushed down to his knees, and was loudly paddling him to the delight of the drunken audience. His opponent could only struggle fitfully and yowl as he was punished good. Finally, Ass Beater gave one last colossal whack which sent the man tumbling over the ropes and into the front row clutching a bright red ass.

"Yeahhh! That's my trademark, bitches! NOW WHO ELSE WANTS SOME!!" He held his paddle up and roared at the crowd, daring any man present to step into the ring and challenge him. It was a stunt he pulled often, sometimes even taking men from the crowd to spank them and show off his strength. But he wasn't aware that the Red Moon Gang already had dibs on every ass in the area.

Then, his eyes locked with Willy's.

Their wristbands beeped.

**Dungeon** · July 9th, 2016, 02:45 AM

Willy watched the paddling with glee, having to readjust his jeans a few times. The biker stood, taking a swig from his beer before the wrestler turned to him. Willy stared at his chiseled body, before his eyes raised to face the wrestler eye to eye. It wasn't a surprise that his wristband beeped when they locked eyes, and even if it hadn't, the two would likely have battled anyway. The fans and onlookers immediately recognized Willy (some have been on the receiving end of his relentless palm) and whipped out their phones and cameras. Willy chuckling, chest heaving. "Ass Beater" had the size advantage by a couple of inches, but Willy was deceptively quick and strong. He downed the last of his beer and stepped to the ring, grin on his face. "Dishing out open challenges, huh? I guess I'll have to teach ya who the resident spanker is around here."

**Croup** · July 9th, 2016, 04:40 PM

"Well well well, looks like we've got a tough guy!" Ass Beater said. He returned Willy's smug grin, looking forward to the challenge. The biker looked pretty tough, but no one could beat Ron when it came to raw strength and power. He had no doubt that Willy would soon be bare-assed and over his knee just like all the others.

More than that though, he was looking forward to his first match against another chosen tournament fighter. Funny how he'd only put the wristband on a few hours ago and already he'd found his first one. How many letters had been sent out, anyway? Ron wasn't sure, but he did know that whoever received them no doubt had an extensive history and experience with corporal punishment... so he better watch his ass. Not that he was worried.

He watched as Ron stepped over the ropes and into the ring. "Resident spanker, huh? Well bad news for you, buddy. There's a new ass beater in town, and it's ME! So come on, gimme your best shot." The huge wrestler hunkered down and gestured to himself in the classic 'come at me bro' pose. He smirked. "I'll even let you get the first shot in free."

**Dungeon** · July 9th, 2016, 04:47 PM

Willy smiled internally, stepping through the ropes. "First hit, hugh? You asked for it." The biker shot his brick-like fist towards Ass Beater's face. Just as the wrestler tensed up to block, Willy shot a leg upwards, his steel-toed boots connecting right between Ass Beater's legs.

**Croup** · July 9th, 2016, 05:42 PM

"OHHHGH...!" Ass Beater's face was almost comical as he went to protectively cup his balls in the aftermath of that fiendish blow. He had truly not expected it. His knees wobbled as he bent over, intense pain coursing through him. "Th--that's hittin' below the belt!" he half-whined, half-growled out, gritting his teeth as he worked to master himself.

**Dungeon** · July 10th, 2016, 04:49 AM

Willy merely shrugged before grabbing Ass Beater and tossing him into a turnbuckle, chest first. While he was dazed, Willy pulled his belt free and quickly secured his opponent's wrists to the turnbuckle of the center rope. "Your's is gonna be my greatest accomplishment. Hell, I might call the news!" Willy chuckled, giving Ass Beater a swift slap on the behind.

**Croup** · July 10th, 2016, 05:34 AM

"Aow!" Ass Beater grunted as the first slap hit his rump. He shook his head to snap himself out of his dazed state, then looked up to see that his wrists were now bound by his opponent's belt. He tugged at it, huge muscles flexing. "Oh no ya don't!" he growled, unwilling to face the possibility that he was about to get a very public spanking in his own wrestling ring. His big chiseled ass shifted and strained as he pulled.