T’was the party before Christmas, and at the big bash,
Blake Starr got reckless, about to crash.
For the past year, he’d been bad, even downright mean,
So Santa sent an elf to invade his dream.
Our young wrestler was rowdy, bold, and brash,
But the elf had a lesson that would hit with a smash.
This wasn’t a dream, no soft holiday cheer,
This elf liked to punish—he made that clear.
Blake wobbled, confused, as the elf closed in,
With crushing force and a devilish grin.
Chokes and slams, tight holds to test,
A brutal beatdown—holiday pain at its best.
Tortured and bent, Blake struggled in vain,
The elf just grinned and delivered more pain.
He squeezed and he smothered, he locked and he rolled,
Blake gasped and groaned as the punishment took hold.
The season is here, so deck the halls,
But beware of this elf—he loves crushing balls.
Blake barely knew what hit him, sprawled on the floor,
An elf on a mission to settle the score.
Blake was left aching, body and pride,
This festive beatdown was one wild ride.
Santa’s little helper had his fun tonight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good fight!
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Company holiday parties always lead to surprises, and this year’s W4H bash was no different. Blake Starr stumbles into the mat room, dazed and disoriented, convinced he’s in his bedroom. The daylight streaming through the window tells another story. And waiting for him? The sexiest elf you’ve ever seen.
Decked out in silver trunks that hug his body just right, black leather boots, and an irresistible smirk, Ricky Vegas is no ordinary holiday helper. With twinkling eyes, a dazzling smile, and muscles for days, this elf is a gift in every sense of the word, especially when it comes to unwrapping his package.
Blake barely has time to process what’s happening before Ricky goes to work, delivering the most unforgettable holiday surprise. Normally, Blake would dominate Ricky in a match, but tonight, the tables have turned. Ricky strips him down to his tight little undies and takes full control, using him as his personal plaything.
Blake is stretched, twisted, and crushed under the elf’s relentless grip. Boston crabs, chokes, and painful holds leave him squirming. And Ricky? He’s having the time of his life, especially when he gets his hands on Blake’s personal Christmas ornaments.
By the next morning, Blake’s body is wrecked—every muscle aching, every inch of him sore. But the biggest question remains: did it really happen, or was it just a dream? Either way, one thing is certain—this was a holiday punishment far worse than coal. And if Santa’s sending out elves like Ricky Vegas, we definitely want one for ourselves.
TOTAL RUN-TIME: 22 minutes, 19 seconds.
