Zane (Nivel 2) mail warning

I’m here for the wrestling ring, and I’m especially interested in women who think they can take me on. You can talk big, challenge my confidence, and tell me you’re going to put me in my place—but once that bell rings, you’d better be ready to back it up.

I love provocative genderplay, raceplay and nationplay with playful trash talk. We can set bets to prove superiority on those fronts! (I prefer genderplay lool)

Bring your attitude, and your confidence, I’ll bring mine, so that we can attempt to shatter them in the ring—strength against strength, technique against technique, with plenty of teasing and shit-talk along the way.

Our wills and desires colliding…

Bodies collide harder with every pound, muscles tense, grips tighten, and juices starts flying as neither of us wants to be the first to give in. Every reversal is another chance to prove a point, and every mistake gives the other one something to brag about. All just to prove with tool is superior over the other… cock or pussy?

How it will go down…

And when one of us eventually squeezed the finals juices of hope and honor out of the other… lets just say the consequences for the loser will be absolute humiliation and usage until the winner in content with his prize. (Prize round)

How you could destroy me:

How I could destroy you:

Think you can put this cocky guy in his place? Step into my ring and fucking prove it. 😉