I narrowly avoided my opponent's first attack, using my smaller and lighter build to my advantage. In addition to his slick and now slippery skin, his shaved head, in contrast to mine, proved difficult to latch onto. It didn't help that his body was truly built for wrestling, every part exuding strength both in appearance and in action.
I grossly miscalculated his second wave of attacks, a flurry of blows that quickly disoriented me. I simply stood there after the barrage stopped, swaying slightly from side to side unable to calculate my next move. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the ring's thick ropes. He wrapped my arms around one rope for leverage while he pressed against my body, pushing my crotch against the tight rope, creating a mix of sensations in that region.
My position had barely registered when he swiftly wrapped his hands around my neck in a crossface hold. At first, he pulled back with only a small amount of force, causing my cock to press hard into the rope and sending a confusing mix of signals. But then he started putting more and more pressure, roughly and forcefully pulling my head back further until he heard what he had been waiting for.
Several of the cables inside my neck snapped and cervical discs 02 and 03 were forcefully torn apart. A flood of warning filled the now red HUD behind my closed eyes as my cortical unit, the processing component for AI and strategic data, was severed from my system's internal network. I lost control of the rest of my body as I stumbled and fell backward onto the floor.
My opponent stood victoriously over my twitching but the match was far from over. Unable to open my optic shields, I could only estimate that he had placed a foot on my abdomen. Considering his total body mass and the pliability of the soft synthetic material covering my internal components, I calculated that a forceful stomp would immediately cause severe damage to the area. The first blow confirmed my estimates as the force easily crumpled the metal beneath the synth skin, crushing the components inside. My body flailed as more error messages flooded my internal screen. My cock twitched and hardened as the physical sensors and error messages fully triggered my sexual functions as all wrestling robots are hardwired to operate.
A few more stomps had almost completely destroyed my abdominal parts but the other unit calculated he had to stop before severely damaging the battery inside. The damages, however, significantly increased the pressure in my cum generators that my twitching cock was leaking copious amounts of fluid.
I felt my limp body being lifted and then dropped over a flexible cable which my still functional CPU determined to be one of the ring's ropes. My twitching arms dangled over on one side while my feet could barely stabilize my broken body on the other. Before my stressed processors could calculate my opponent's next move, I felt my thin spandex brief gingerly forcefully pulled down. My body stiffened as a thick and hard object penetrated my rear opening.
"External device connected," the speaker in my chest announced. "Identif..."
Before my systems could finish its operation, the object was pulled out and then rammed hard back inside. It was done repeatedly in a forceful manner, my opponent using another weapon to destroy me from the inside. My systems were unable able to keep up with the barrage and caused my sexual systems to overload. My rigid cock sprayed my synthetic cum like a fire hose, drenching my face and open mouth. Its acidic substance, made especially for wrestling machines, slowly ate away at my face's skin and seeped into the cracks in my metallic cranium, burning through wires and circuits.
"I am victorious. Ejaculating," my large opponent announced flatly and without any emotion as he rammed his rod one last time with enough force to dent my pelvic chamber and pierce a hole straight through my rectal tunnel. My remaining intact sensors registered a twitching movement as his cock sprayed a similar substance into me, flooding my abdominal and thoracic chambers with abrasive fluids. I twitched and flailed silently as my twitching cock hardened even further, now spitting sparks and smoke as my systems were being destroyed inside. I quickly logged the combat data and noted the pleasures of both winning and losing in android wrestling before my systems finally shutd
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