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Old 09-Mar-21, 19:10
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Camila Devile was excited. She checked to see if the camera ran properly, double checking to see if the memory card was in the correct slot. Camila placed it back on the tripod and fiddled with the lighting instead.

She wanted everything to be perfect. Her hands busying themselves in menial tasks and failing to keep her mind off the fight. The butterflies at the pit of her stomach made her queasy and she hoped it would get better soon.

Camila looked up at the clock, only five more minutes till he arrived. Her mind ran down a preset checklist of things she ticked off, put back and then ticked them off again to make sure. It isn't everyday you get to wrestle a legend.

He walked in like clockwork, slamming the door against the wall with disdain.

He stepped into Camila's private gym, looking around to see a wrestling ring in the center. It reeked off the wet smell of rain and the pungent dirt from tires. He was home.

"I smell fresh meat!," He snarled in his characteristic howl. Brutus "The Mauler" Brimstone had arrived.

He stood wearing an old sack over his head with small holes cut out for his mouth, his beard unkept and probably unwashed. The Mauler reeked of alcohol, his legs wavering and unsteady.

He carried a bottle of rum in his hand, "Old Monk" it read on the label. There was a picture of buddha sitting in a zen like pose on its sleeve. He wore a cut away biker jacket that seemed a couple of sizes too small compared to his massive paunch. His fat strained against his black suspenders to match his black leather pants.

The Mauler burped and saw Camila standing there.

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Her form seemed to go out of focus and then come back as The Mauler strained his eyes.

Quickly gathering herself, Camila sprang towards her childhood hero.

"Mr. Mauler, sir...," was all she managed to say before he smashed his bottle of rum on the top of her head.

Camila just stood there, wide eyed, a tiny trickle of blood pouring down the side of her forehead. Then she gasped as The Mauler tore her shorts off.

His fat leg brushed against her thighs as his knee disappeared between her legs. Camila's legs crossed on impact, her knees touching each other as her palms cradled her aching vagina.

The Mauler pried her arms off, then tore off her top causing her mouth agape with an excited squeal of surprise.

His large palm smacked a red line on her bare breasts as Camila threw her head up with a loud scream. She looked down to see a large imprint of The Maulers palm pasted across her chest. He gave her another one with a loud smack across her breasts and smashed her forehead into a stationery barbell.

Camila's head bounced like a tennis ball, throwing her hair up to the ceiling. Each strand seemed to linger for a split second more before flying up again as The Mauler chopped her tits.

He grabbed her hair and dragged Camila towards the ring.

He smashed her forehead into the edge of the apron when they got there, allowing her to slump to the floor before kneeing her in the face. A line of blood exploded from her nostrils when the blow struck, slamming the back of her head into the metal frame.

Camila sat on her ass with her legs spread, her arms limp by her side. She breathed hard, her chest heaving as she drew large gulps of air. She saw The Mauler walk towards her, priming his knee for another strike to her face.

With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Camila blocked his strike. She grabbed his thigh and pulled him close, driving an uppercut into his balls that stunned the giant. He fell to his knees with his eyes wide, staring at Camila's shin inches away from his nose.

He screamed when it struck, releasing a fountain of blood from his nostrils. She grabbed his stupid sack and sent him head first into the steel steps. The top of The Mauler's head speared into the steel steps from the side, knocking the top one off its foundation.

The Mauler lay with his cheek planted on the bottom step, his fat body heaving as he took deep breaths. Camila walked around for a second, thinking about the misery she planned to inflict. Eyeing a steel chair nearby, she smiled and picked it up. She folded it shut and walked towards the mauler.

Camila strode up the steel steps, her shoes stepping over the back of The Mauler's hands as he screamed in pain. She smashed the chair in his back as the sound of a brutal chair shot echoed through the gym. With a smile, Camila did it again and as he threw his head up to scream, smashed him in the face with savage steel.

Blood flowed down the holes in the sack as The Mauler sat there trying to scream. Camila bent down and kissed him on the cheek before she gave him another chair shot to the face.

The Mauler's cheek hit the step again as he lunged forward and fell.

Camila jumped down, satisfied at her destruction before she noticed The Maulers fingers holding on to the edge of the steel steps. With a devious smile, Camila climbed up again.

She placed one foot on the top of his head, balancing the other on one of his fat shoulders.

The Mauler threw his head up and a blood curling scream filled the gym. He screamed again as his fingers crunched between steel and steel. She dug the chair's rail into his hands, squishing his fingers to mush as he screamed. Finally satisfied, Camila threw the chair away.

She jumped back down, grabbing The Mauler's sack and peeling him off the steel steps. His body now moved purely on Camila's behest as he followed her like a lap dog. Camila got up on the apron and pulled him up with great struggle, her muscles flexing to get his girth on to the ring.

As his feet hit the apron, The Mauler unloaded with a brutal punch to Camila's cheek. It gave her a bruise and left her hanging on the top rope. He kneed her hard in the back and grabbed her head, jamming it between his large thighs and picking her up on his shoulders.

"N-N-NOOOOOO!," She screamed as The Mauler power bombed her body to rough concrete.

Camila breathed hard, her head cocked to one side. Tiny strands of hair blew off her face as she took a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down. She lay on her back with her legs spread and her arms straight by her side. The Mauler wasn't done yet.

He jumped down on to Camila's stomach, her body bending at the point of impact as The Mauler's feet buried deep into her gut. Her cheeks puffed when her lungs drove the air in her chest out of her mouth.

The Mauler grabbed her ankles, picking her legs up and spreading them wide with a smile.

A teary eyed Camila screamed in pain as The Mauler grinded his foot into her bare crotch, his large boot scraping across her skin, making her screech in agony. He stomped her hard in the pussy and then yanked Camila to her feet.

She was rickety and nearly out of it when The Mauler smashed her forehead into a nearby table.

Her body crumpled over the surface, her cheek resting on the hard wood. Camila's head shot up straight with a loud wail as The Mauler punched her hard in the crotch from behind.

He left her writhing on the table, looking around for something to use as a weapon. The Mauler saw a chair nearby on the floor and smiled. He picked it up and folded it.

Camila cried as the steel chair's rail crashed into her crotch and her cheek crashed to the table again as The Mauler gave her a brutal chair shot to the back. He smashed cruel steel into her crotch one more time and threw the chair away.

He yanked her hair rough, dragging Camila to her feet and rolling her inside the ring under the bottom rope. He followed, draping his massive body over the middle rope and stepping on Camila's face as he got in.

Camila's limbs flailed in agony as his large boot pressed down on her cheek. He shut her up with a quick stomp to her chest. Camila felt his cruel fingers pull on her scalp, dragging her to her feet.

He slammed her forehead into the turnbuckle, flipping her around till her back rested in the corner. The Mauler kneed her hard in the gut and gave Camila a stiff forearm to her chin, knocking her head up.

The Mauler's fingers dug into her chest, squeezing her skin as Camila screamed. He reduced it to a limp grunt by headbutting her nose.

Blood ran down her nostrils as Camila screamed. He pinched her nipples between two of his fingers, cruelly twisting her knobs and sending agony shooting through her body. He began stomping the center of her chest, his large boot leaving its gravely imprint on her skin.

Camila felt her body being forced down. He stomped with abandon watching as Camila's ass hit the middle turnbuckle, then the bottom one. Soon, her tush finally hit the mat with a dull thud.

The Mauler kneed her in the chin leaving her spread eagle on the mat.

He climbed his massive body on to the middle rope, positioning his ass above Camila's face and jumped.

Darkness engulfed Camila world as her face buried deep between The Mauler's ass cheeks. Her limbs lashed out on the mat as she struggled to breathe. The Mauler sat with the full force of his weight on her face.

Camila found it hard to breathe, her face going blue from the lack of oxygen. All the blood rushed to her brain, the veins on her forehead nearly popping from the pressure. She had to do something fast.

A blood curling scream echoed through the gym as tears ran down The Mauler's eyes. He got up trying to shake Camila's teeth loose from his balls. She didn't let go.

She crawled behind him like a rabid dog, her teeth biting into his balls as The Mauler tried to scamper away. In desperation, The Mauler began punching her in the face. A brutal strike cut open her lips at the side, another gave her a black eye, one more bruised her cheeks but Camila didn't let go.

She saw a wet stain appear on The Mauler's pants and finally released her hold. The Mauler fell to the mat, spread eagle in the ring as Camila smiled. She wiped the blood off her lips, spitting some of it out and wincing as she felt the bruise on her cheek.

Camila walked towards him in large, confident strides. She calmly sat down on his stomach, patting her chest playfully as she tried to ride his stomach with a giggle. She removed the sack from above his head and placed it on his stomach.

Camila positioned her clit on the sack, grinding against it as she began punching his face. She alternated her blows, catching his cheek, then his jaw before moving to his chin with a little dash of his eye for good measure. Fist after fist crackled with intensity as she beat him bloody red.

Her grinding increased in intensity and her punching matched that rhythm. She beat him harder as she drew closer to an apex, finally stopping with a deep punch that shattered his teeth as she came.

She knelt over, pressing her breasts into his bloody face, her body twitching and convulsing, shaking violently from a massive orgasm.

Camila sat up, sweat running down her battered body as she soiled his sack with her juice. Her hips slowly grinding to a stop and her heart returning to normal. She took a deep breath and spit on The Mauler's face and stuffed his sack into his mouth.

She got up and climbed out of the ring, jumping gingerly to her ground.

Camila walked to the door and grabbed The Mauler's suitcase, bringing it inside and closing the door behind her. She walked up to the camera and smiled before shutting it off with a wink.
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Old 09-Mar-21, 19:23
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Default Re: The Impossible victories of Camila Devile

Thanks !!, can write a fight Camila Devile vs other woman ?, and who is the powerfull woman of the photo.

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Old 11-Mar-21, 12:09
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It's unlikely since I pretty much suck at writing fem vs fem. I'll try and see If I can include it.
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Old 04-Apr-21, 22:33
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Camila sat and watched the young blonde in the ring. She squirmed and pleaded, crawling away from the giant of a man slowly stalking her. She waved her palms in front of her face, a face that was wracked with pain and suffering. Titan was brutal.

He grabbed her by her long locks and peeled her off the mat, lifting her body in the air and spinning her around while he held on to her blonde mane. He laughed as he watched her go dizzy and threw her halfway across the ring. He was just the kind of man Camila was looking to fight.

He walked over with a kip in his step, humming a tune to himself as he pulled on the blonde’s chin.

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Titan noticed Camila eyeing him intently in the audience and gave her a lewd grin. Soon, the blonde was knocked out with a huge chokeslam and Titan grabbed her beaten body and draped it over his shoulder. He jumped out of the ring, walking away as he smiled at Camila.

A few hours went by before Camila found Titan’s locker room and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” He flatly.

Camila opened the door and immediately closed it again. Her eyes were wide in shock at what she had just seen. She peeked in again just to make sure and audibly gulped. Camila gently sprang the door open.

On the floor the young blonde squirmed and pleaded but this time it was in pleasure. She pleaded to be fucked harder, moaning to each thrust of Titan’s gigantic appendage stabbing her deep. She was on the floor with her cheek pressed against the concrete and her hands tied behind her back, a leather belt around her throat. He fucked her hard, keeping the blonde on her knees choking and taking her hard from behind, leaving her grunting and moaning in pleasure.

“Ummm…” said Camila clearing her throat. “I should…maybe come back later!”

Titan looked back at her and smiled.

“Suit yourself,” He said plainly, and he turned back around to focus on the blonde again.

Camila walked out the room and shut the door behind her. She stood there with her back pressed against the door, her chest heaving as she drew long breaths. She wondered if she had what it takes to fight him on his own terms. Camila steeled herself, her resolve strengthening as she turned around and opened the door again.

Titan smiled when he heard the familiar croak of wood, his attention still unwavering and focused on the blonde. Camila watched as Titan pulled out and yanked the blonde to her feet by the belt. The blonde moaned as he ran his hands down her body, his fingers slow and lingering on each muscle. She moaned and her bit her lips when he scooped her up and slammed her hard on top of the table.

“Have a seat…” He said pointing Camila toward the chair before him.

Camila quietly sat down and watched Titan pull the blonde by her hair to the edge of the table. He let her head dangle upside down and shoved his large cock into her mouth. Camila watched silently as Titan facefucked the young woman furiously, using her mouth like he used her ass a few moments ago. The thrusts were violent, each penetrating deep into her throat. Camila could see his bulge move taking its shape along her neck.

Camila found it hard to concentrate on anything, her mind kept reminding her of the young woman getting taken inches from her on the table.

“Look kid…” Titan began speaking, not once slowing down his thrusts. Camila could see his large balls smack loudly against the blonde’s chin.

“I can tell what you plan to do, I can see it in your eyes…” Titan stopped to recollect himself after a particularly deep thrust, unloading deep down the blonde’s throat and pulling his briefs up. He sat down opposite Camila.

“Let me tell you right now, it ain’t gonna work. You are going to challenge me, and I am going to give you a brutal beating you will never forget,” He got up off his chair and walked over to a cupboard behind him. He pulled out a few pieces of paper and placed them on the blonde’s stomach. He bent down and kissed the blonde deeply before standing up straight and running his fingers over her nipples. She squirmed and moaned, biting her lip.

“Take this bitch right here for example,” said Titan pointing towards her. He twisted her nipples as she screamed.

“This bitch was dumb enough to hand me her own ass on a platter by signing that contract,” He took the paper from her stomach and placed it on the table.

Camila watched all this glass eyed, it felt like a strange, fever dream. Cold sweat ran down the side of her forehead as she watched the young blonde moan in ecstasy. She felt strangely…thirsty!

“Still if you wanna do this, just sign that contract and tell me where to come to kick your ass and I will be there to rock your world!” He winked at Camila and fired two imaginary guns in his hand by pretending they were made from his thumbs and fingers. Camila was not amused.

“Tough crowd!” he said and opened a drawer on the table. He took out a pen and threw it on the paper.

Camila looked long and hard at the pen. She watched Titan start belly punching the young blonde on the table. He let each fist linger, making sure his knuckles were buried deep into her skin. Camila didn’t know if what she was thinking was even logical, going up against a 7-foot 2 inch muscle monster wasn’t going to be an easy task. She was also witnessing the repercussions of defeat play out in front of her. Camila picked up the pen and signed the contract. She left him a small note with her address on the table and walked away. Titan picked up the piece of paper and smiled.

Some time later…

Titan walked into Camila’s gym and looked around. He found Camila lifting weights to one side of the gym.

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Camila rolled into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly clamouring up to her feet and warming up her limbs. She ignored the nasty grin Titan gave her as he waltzed into the ring over the top rope.

They stood chest to chest in the centre. The top of Camila’s head barely reached his chest, and she could see him look down and smile at her. This was going to be a battle she will not soon forget.

Soon, they locked up. Their fingers were interwoven into each other and their arms strained above their heads. Their muscles bulged as they battled for strength. Camila soon found herself down on one knee as he powered her down. He let go of her fingers and smashed his forearm into her cheek.

The blow sent Camila tumbling to the mat, she rubbed her cheek and grimaced. She had not felt power like this before. Titan grabbed her hair and dragged Camila back to her knees. Camila went wide-eyed as she saw Titan’s large arm raise above his head. It was bent at the elbow and she gulped when she realised what the target was.

The tip of Titan’s elbow crashed into the top of her head. Camila screamed in pain as her ears rang. She sat there; her palms wrapped around the sides of her head as she swayed on her knees in a daze when Titan delivered another large elbow to her forehead. Camila fell to the mat spread eagle, her arms, and legs limp at her sides. She opened her eyes wide and screamed in pain as Titan stomped her hard in the chest. His large boot left a dirty imprint on her top as it slammed into her.

Camila flipped around to her face from the impact, her palms cradling her chest with a look of misery on her face. She screamed again as Titan bent down and gave her a hard kidney shot with his knee.

Camila rolled around on the mat in agony clutching her sides. His power was immense and nothing like the men she had wrestled before. Titan stopped her rolling with a hard stomp to the stomach and flipped her around to her face, rolling her body over with his foot. He bent down and ran his fingernails down the length of her sweaty, muscular back leaving Camila screaming in agony.

Titan got up with a smile, his large body circling around her and watching Camila crawl on her knees towards the corner. He stomped her hard in the back of the head as she reached the bottom rope, watching with a sinister grin as the blow slammed her cheek into the bottom turnbuckle.

Camila lay there, her face resting on the turnbuckle and her breath blowing a few loose strands of her hair from her face. She threw her head up and screamed as Titan stood on her back. Both of his giant boots pressed down deep into her skin leaving Camila in a world of pain. He began jumping up and down on her back.

Camila screamed again and again banging her head into the turnbuckle to somehow stop the pain. The giant’s boots bruised her skin before he finally jumped off.

“I ain’t no bad guy,” He said resting his back on the top rope. “I give bitches like you a chance to go away but no…”

Titan rushed towards her with a spring in his step. He pulled her up to her feet with one violent yank of her hair and punched her hard in the stomach. Camila grunted and doubled over.

“But girls like you, just don’t understand…” He jammed her head between his thighs.

“So, I need to make you understand!”

Titan bent down and placed his palms at the back of Camila’s knees, he picked her up upside down with her hips pointing to the ceiling and shining with sweat. Titan bulldozed her head into the mat with a brutal package piledriver, sitting and laughing as he watched Camila’s body flung sideways from the impact.

She stared at the ceiling, the back of her head occasionally rising off the mat as she tried her best to get up. Her legs were spread wide beneath her and her arms stretched out by her sides. Camila’s chest heaved as she took slow, long breaths.

Titan wrapped his palm around her top and pulled her up. Her body lifted off the mat without any help from Camila, her own arms just limp by her side. He smashed his large forearm into her cheek bruising her skin and sending her crumpling to the mat again.

Camila’s vision faded in and out as she fought to remain conscious, reeling from the giant’s assault. Titan rubbed his hand on his aching bulge and grabbed Camila’s hair. He yanked her up to her feet with a violent pull. Titan positioned himself behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them wide as Camila screamed in pain. He picked her up and spread her legs wide in the air and smashed her crotch into his knee on the way down, giving her brutal atomic drop.

Camila sat on Titan’s limb with a look of agony on her face. The tip of his knee was buried between her legs and her arms flailed to her sides. Her face lit up in shock and she screamed as Titan began mauling her breasts, his large fingers clawing into her chest sending agony shooting through her body. With a wry smile he pushed her off and got up.

He circled around her, walking slowly, and rubbing his bulge. He watched as Camila squirmed on the mat, her eyes pleading for the match to stop and her palms cradling her aching breasts. He smiled and wrapped his knuckles around her hair again.

He watched her body as she slowly got up, no longer willing to stand on her own and dependent on Titan’s pull to get to her feet. Her knees buckled and shook as Camila slowly stood. Titan brought her face close to hers and looked deep into her wide eyes smiling as he saw the look of fear. He nestled her head between his large thighs again and gave Camila another package piledriver.

Camila was now unaware of where she was, unintentionally crawling towards the corner and staring in shock as she saw the turnbuckles. Titan grabbed her hair and pulled Camila to her feet. He smashed her forehead into the top turnbuckle and laughed at her cross-eyed gaze before she slumped to the mat again.

She lay face first on the mat, nearly out of it when Titan flipped Camila over to her back and covered her for the pin. Her arms lay limp by her sides when Titan hooked her leg and started the count.

“1…” He said raising her arm and watching it fall to the floor. Camila’s head rested on her cheek to one side.

“2…” He counted, there was still no movement from Camila.

“Thr-,” Titan sat back in shock as Camila’s hand shot up and her eyes opened. Her body twitched back into consciousness, convulsing at the sudden pain that now coursed through her.

Titan sat on his knees, shaking his head in disbelief. He watched as Camila squirmed on the mat, her eyes still adjusting to the dim lights of the gym as her head made its way back into the game. Titan immediately covered her again. His rage knew no bounds when Camila kicked out at one and he used both his palms to lock in a claw into her six-pack.

Camila screamed as Titan’s fingers mangled her flesh, his long fingers digging deep into her stomach and squeezing. Camila’s misery echoed through the gym as he began to get up dragging Camila’s body with him. Her body dangled mid-air by her skin, Titan’s claw still wrapped around her stomach.

He slammed her back into his knee for a vicious back breaker and rolled her away. Camila’s body bridged as pain shot through her back, she rested on her elbows, twisting and turning as she grimaced in pain.

Titan casually sauntered back into the ropes and rebound off it. His large body jumped up, his legs jutting out straight in the air in front of him. He dropped his massive thigh into Camila’s throat with a vicious leg drop.

Camila rolled around on the mat, clutching her throat, and choking as she begged for her air to come back. Titan eyed her with a sinister grin and got up, pulling Camila to her feet.

The top of her head bounced off the mat as Titan gave her another package piledriver but immediately pulled Camila to her feet again without any rest. He sat her on his shoulders and delivered a brutal power bomb.

Titan struggled to lift Camila for a third time, her body was completely limp, but he did it anyway. When she got to her feet, the familiar motion of bending over happened instinctively at this point as Titan buried another large boot into her stomach. She felt his thick thighs around her head again and resigned to her fate. There was no use, it was over.

The sickening piledriver flung her body to one side of the mat and Titan flipped her around for the three count.

“1…2…3!” Titan had won.

As brutal as he was in the ring, he was a meaner lover. He fucked Camila in the ass hard, plunging his thick appendage with ferocious thrusts. Camila's spit accumulated around the red ball gag Titan had put on her mouth and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She was on the couch, her knees resting on the cushion and her head dangling off the edge while Titan took her hard from behind.

A week later…

Camila kept her focus and pushed herself during her workouts, improving her body for the rematch with Titan. The humiliating beating at his hands had humbled her and she wanted revenge. She watched as he slammed a clueless brunette around the ring, beating her senseless from pillar to post.

Later, she barged into his locker room. Titan smiled; he was already waiting for her with a pen in hand.

Sometime later, Titan entered Camila’s gym again. He had anticipated this match for a while now. Now that the Titan had had a taste of Camila, he wanted more. He waltzed in, looking around to see where she was. In his haste to find her, he had totally ignored the possibility that she did not want to be found or rather was lying in wait.

Camila attacked with a harsh forearm to his balls and cut Titan down to size by bringing him to his knees. He screamed as Camila’s boot buried into his balls when she kicked him hard from behind. Camila used his back as a launching ramp, jumping over him and grabbing the back of his head as she passed over.

Camila slammed to the ground in a seated position and Titan’s head bounced off the hard concrete. She smiled and got up, circling around Titan with slow, measured steps. She enjoyed the sight of the large man on his face, his hands still cradling his balls.

Titan yelled as Camila stomped him hard in the back, her boot burying deep into his skin. She continued stomping his back for some time reducing the giant to a screaming mess of agony on the floor. When she finally stopped, Titan breathed a sigh of relief gently pulling himself to his knees.

“You stupid bit-,” A steel chair slammed into Titan’s skull from the side mid-word. Titan did not scream or wince, he just sat oddly still, his eyes open wide and his mouth twitching to hold back a yell. He need not have made the effort. Camila ricocheted another chair shot off the side of his skull. Titan screamed in agony and rolled around on the floor clutching his bloody head.

The strike had cut open a large gash on his forehead and blood soon painted his face red. Camila walked around him smiling at his pathetic sight as he crawled on his knees. Titan inadvertently crawled back towards Camila’s feet and looked up to see the chair raised above her head.

The steel smashed into the front of his face, bloodying his nose, and nearly breaking it.

The side of Titan’s bloody face slammed into Camila’s abs, rubbing some of his blood on her skin. He grabbed at her shorts trying to pull himself up before Camila delivered another brutal chair shot to his head.

Titan’s body twitched; his cheek lay on the top of Camila’s boot as he convulsed in agony. Camila let his cheek slam on the floor by pulling her boot away and stomped him hard in the side of the head. She smiled seeing him lying on the floor, looking pathetic.

Titan screamed as Camila grinded the rim of the steel chair into the small of his back, prolonging his agony by grinding deep and slow. Titan felt agony run up and down his spine, his nerve centres sending pain to every part of his body. His hands and legs struck the floor in protest, this was not a match; it was a massacre.

Camila slapped the chair shut on his ankle and Titan bounced around on the floor in agony. He screamed as he held his ankle and tears ran down his cheeks. Camila looked at him and smiled.

She walked towards him slowly eyeing him as he crawled back, trying to get away. She caught up to Titan and fastened the chair around his other ankle.

“N-N-NOOOO!,” He screamed before Camila snapped the chair shut.

Titan was beside himself in agony, his screams filled the gym. He rolled around on his knees, holding on to his swollen ankles. Camila wrestled his hands away from his ankles and trapped one of his wrists between the rim and the seat of the chair. She snapped it shut and Titan’s body twitched all over, his teeth clenched and the muscles in his neck bulging from the pain.

Camila repeated the move on his other wrist and laughed as he screamed again. She pulled Titan up to her feet and jumped up to grab a handful of his hair. She walked towards the ring, dragging Titan behind her by his hair. His large body was bent over, being dragged like a dog on a leash. Camila rolled him into the ring and followed him in.

Camila rebound off the ropes, jumping up to deliver a large elbow to his nose. A guttural scream filled the gym as Titan rolled around on the mat holding his nose. Camila wiped the blood off her elbow and stood up, slowly eyeing the large man as he squirmed on the mat.

She stalked him like he was prey, falling to her knees and pressing her face up against his. Camila grabbed him by the hair and slammed his cheek into her chest. She kissed him deeply before she pounded the side of his forehead with an angry yell.

She kept him punching till he went limp between her breasts, his drool and blood accumulating on Camila’s chest. She pushed him off and pinned him.

“1…2…Th-,” Camila yelled in shock as the Titan threw her off him. She sat there with her hands on her head and her eyes wide in disbelief. Titan rolled away to one of the corners and pulled himself up, wincing each time he had to use his wrist or ankle.

With an enraged yell of anger, Camila ran towards him and pinned Titan in the corner. She whipped his head left and right with brutal punches and then targeted his stomach and chest with hard knee strikes and punches.

Titan stood in the corner and took it, there was nothing else he could do.

Camila jumped up, bringing her knees to her chest and unfurling her legs straight into the air. The dropkick to his face sent Titan over the top rope. He landed upside down on his head on the apron before falling to the concrete below.

Without losing any momentum, Camila jumped on to the top rope. She balanced herself for a moment and then jumped off the turnbuckle. Titan screamed as her flying elbow crushed his spine. He violently spat out blood and coughed. He crawled towards the ring, desperate to get away from Camila as she chased him down.

She slammed his forehead into the side of the apron, smiling as she saw his battered face. Camila rolled him in below the bottom rope and covered him.

Out of nowhere, Titan used his last remaining energy to roll her up in a cradle. Camila’s legs kicked the air in desperation as Titan rolled her up.

“1…2…3!”

It was over. Titan had won.

Camila sat against the ropes in shock, her hands on her head. She was so close and yet so far. Titan had managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

The loss was going to be a tough pill to swallow maybe even more than what this would mean as per the contract.

The sound of his deep, heavy laughter echoed through the gym. Titan slowly got up to his feet, standing unsteady on his battered and bloodied body. He smiled as he saw the look in Camila’s eyes, the look of bitter defeat.

Camila sat there with her face burning red with rage watching him limp towards her. He wrapped his palm around her throat and stood her up.

She moaned as he bought her face closer to his and whispered in her ear.

“Strip,” he said softly. Camila did as she was told.

He tied her up in the corner, her wrists handcuffed behind her and her legs spread over the middle rope. Titan cracked his knuckles, wincing as pain shot through his swollen wrist and walked towards her with a sinister smile. He was going to beat her up before he fucked her silly.

Titan started with her face. His large fists crashed into both her cheeks, bruising them. Another blow cut open a small wound just below her eye while, yet another bloodied her nostrils. He busted her lip with a huge uppercut to the jaw and gave her a black eye with a sinister follow up.

He grabbed her chin and pulled her head towards him and kissed her. He then unloaded on her breasts, alternating between chops, punches and kicks that turned Camila’s chest red. He kneed her hard in the crotch before moving on to her stomach.

Camila seethed with rage, unjustly denied a victory because Titan got lucky. She looked down to see Titan’s large fists bulldozing her stomach and bruising her skin. The pain did not matter to her anymore, she had grown numb to it the moment she lost.

There was nothing she could do now other than take the beating and prepare for the next match.

It was not long before Camila and Titan found themselves in the ring again. They stood exhausted and battered in opposite corners. Camila bled from the side of her forehead and had busted nostrils. She also had a busted lip. Her body was filled with fist-shaped bruises from head to toe. She rested her back in the corner, staring at Titan who looked worse.

Camila had done quite a number on his face. Her fists had rearranged his features to be almost unrecognisable. His body was also bruised from head to toe. Camila’s fists had stamped their authority on his skin as they fought.

Sweat poured down their nude bodies, glistening under the house lights as they eyed each other with hate. With a loud yell, they rushed towards the center of the ring.

Camila’s head snapped to one side from a brutal fist to her cheek. She blocked the next punch and delivered a knee into Titan’s kidney. As he winced and bent over, Camila gave him a huge uppercut to the chin. Blood shot up through Titan’s mouth as Camila whipped his head to one side with a sinister punch.

Titan blocked an attempted elbow to his chest and responded with a ferocious punch into Camila’s toned abs. The blow lifted her off feet but Camila was determined to not let pain stand in the way this time. She took another fist to her breast and blocked another one aimed at her stomach.
Camila kicked Titan into the ropes and as he rebound floored him with a clothesline.

The move took a lot out of Camila too. She fell to her face on the mat, exhausted.

She slowly shook the cobwebs off and got up. Titan did the same.

They rushed towards each other again, swinging wildly with tired strikes that did barely any damage. One of Camila’s blows sneaked in through Titan’s defences and landed on his chin. He fell to his knees, staring up at the woman who had finally defeated him. He collapsed to the mat and Camila covered him for the pin.

“1…2…3!”

It was over. At last, Camila had won.

She collapsed on top of Titan from exhaustion and the two of the lay there, unconscious in the center of the ring.
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Camila Devile was excited. She checked to see if the camera ran properly, double checking to see if the memory card was in the correct slot. Camila placed it back on the tripod and fiddled with the lighting instead.

She wanted everything to be perfect. Her hands busying themselves in menial tasks and failing to keep her mind off the fight. The butterflies at the pit of her stomach made her queasy and she hoped it would get better soon.

Camila looked up at the clock, only five more minutes till he arrived. Her mind ran down a preset checklist of things she ticked off, put back and then ticked them off again to make sure. It isn't everyday you get to wrestle a legend.

He walked in like clockwork, slamming the door against the wall with disdain.

He stepped into Camila's private gym, looking around to see a wrestling ring in the center. It reeked off the wet smell of rain and the pungent dirt from tires. He was home.

"I smell fresh meat!," He snarled in his characteristic howl. Brutus "The Mauler" Brimstone had arrived.

He stood wearing an old sack over his head with small holes cut out for his mouth, his beard unkept and probably unwashed. The Mauler reeked of alcohol, his legs wavering and unsteady.

He carried a bottle of rum in his hand, "Old Monk" it read on the label. There was a picture of buddha sitting in a zen like pose on its sleeve. He wore a cut away biker jacket that seemed a couple of sizes too small compared to his massive paunch. His fat strained against his black suspenders to match his black leather pants.

The Mauler burped and saw Camila standing there.

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Her form seemed to go out of focus and then come back as The Mauler strained his eyes.

Quickly gathering herself, Camila sprang towards her childhood hero.

"Mr. Mauler, sir...," was all she managed to say before he smashed his bottle of rum on the top of her head.

Camila just stood there, wide eyed, a tiny trickle of blood pouring down the side of her forehead. Then she gasped as The Mauler tore her shorts off.

His fat leg brushed against her thighs as his knee disappeared between her legs. Camila's legs crossed on impact, her knees touching each other as her palms cradled her aching vagina.

The Mauler pried her arms off, then tore off her top causing her mouth agape with an excited squeal of surprise.

His large palm smacked a red line on her bare breasts as Camila threw her head up with a loud scream. She looked down to see a large imprint of The Maulers palm pasted across her chest. He gave her another one with a loud smack across her breasts and smashed her forehead into a stationery barbell.

Camila's head bounced like a tennis ball, throwing her hair up to the ceiling. Each strand seemed to linger for a split second more before flying up again as The Mauler chopped her tits.

He grabbed her hair and dragged Camila towards the ring.

He smashed her forehead into the edge of the apron when they got there, allowing her to slump to the floor before kneeing her in the face. A line of blood exploded from her nostrils when the blow struck, slamming the back of her head into the metal frame.

Camila sat on her ass with her legs spread, her arms limp by her side. She breathed hard, her chest heaving as she drew large gulps of air. She saw The Mauler walk towards her, priming his knee for another strike to her face.

With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Camila blocked his strike. She grabbed his thigh and pulled him close, driving an uppercut into his balls that stunned the giant. He fell to his knees with his eyes wide, staring at Camila's shin inches away from his nose.

He screamed when it struck, releasing a fountain of blood from his nostrils. She grabbed his stupid sack and sent him head first into the steel steps. The top of The Mauler's head speared into the steel steps from the side, knocking the top one off its foundation.

The Mauler lay with his cheek planted on the bottom step, his fat body heaving as he took deep breaths. Camila walked around for a second, thinking about the misery she planned to inflict. Eyeing a steel chair nearby, she smiled and picked it up. She folded it shut and walked towards the mauler.

Camila strode up the steel steps, her shoes stepping over the back of The Mauler's hands as he screamed in pain. She smashed the chair in his back as the sound of a brutal chair shot echoed through the gym. With a smile, Camila did it again and as he threw his head up to scream, smashed him in the face with savage steel.

Blood flowed down the holes in the sack as The Mauler sat there trying to scream. Camila bent down and kissed him on the cheek before she gave him another chair shot to the face.

The Mauler's cheek hit the step again as he lunged forward and fell.

Camila jumped down, satisfied at her destruction before she noticed The Maulers fingers holding on to the edge of the steel steps. With a devious smile, Camila climbed up again.

She placed one foot on the top of his head, balancing the other on one of his fat shoulders.

The Mauler threw his head up and a blood curling scream filled the gym. He screamed again as his fingers crunched between steel and steel. She dug the chair's rail into his hands, squishing his fingers to mush as he screamed. Finally satisfied, Camila threw the chair away.

She jumped back down, grabbing The Mauler's sack and peeling him off the steel steps. His body now moved purely on Camila's behest as he followed her like a lap dog. Camila got up on the apron and pulled him up with great struggle, her muscles flexing to get his girth on to the ring.

As his feet hit the apron, The Mauler unloaded with a brutal punch to Camila's cheek. It gave her a bruise and left her hanging on the top rope. He kneed her hard in the back and grabbed her head, jamming it between his large thighs and picking her up on his shoulders.

"N-N-NOOOOOO!," She screamed as The Mauler power bombed her body to rough concrete.

Camila breathed hard, her head cocked to one side. Tiny strands of hair blew off her face as she took a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down. She lay on her back with her legs spread and her arms straight by her side. The Mauler wasn't done yet.

He jumped down on to Camila's stomach, her body bending at the point of impact as The Mauler's feet buried deep into her gut. Her cheeks puffed when her lungs drove the air in her chest out of her mouth.

The Mauler grabbed her ankles, picking her legs up and spreading them wide with a smile.

A teary eyed Camila screamed in pain as The Mauler grinded his foot into her bare crotch, his large boot scraping across her skin, making her screech in agony. He stomped her hard in the pussy and then yanked Camila to her feet.

She was rickety and nearly out of it when The Mauler smashed her forehead into a nearby table.

Her body crumpled over the surface, her cheek resting on the hard wood. Camila's head shot up straight with a loud wail as The Mauler punched her hard in the crotch from behind.

He left her writhing on the table, looking around for something to use as a weapon. The Mauler saw a chair nearby on the floor and smiled. He picked it up and folded it.

Camila cried as the steel chair's rail crashed into her crotch and her cheek crashed to the table again as The Mauler gave her a brutal chair shot to the back. He smashed cruel steel into her crotch one more time and threw the chair away.

He yanked her hair rough, dragging Camila to her feet and rolling her inside the ring under the bottom rope. He followed, draping his massive body over the middle rope and stepping on Camila's face as he got in.

Camila's limbs flailed in agony as his large boot pressed down on her cheek. He shut her up with a quick stomp to her chest. Camila felt his cruel fingers pull on her scalp, dragging her to her feet.

He slammed her forehead into the turnbuckle, flipping her around till her back rested in the corner. The Mauler kneed her hard in the gut and gave Camila a stiff forearm to her chin, knocking her head up.

The Mauler's fingers dug into her chest, squeezing her skin as Camila screamed. He reduced it to a limp grunt by headbutting her nose.

Blood ran down her nostrils as Camila screamed. He pinched her nipples between two of his fingers, cruelly twisting her knobs and sending agony shooting through her body. He began stomping the center of her chest, his large boot leaving its gravely imprint on her skin.

Camila felt her body being forced down. He stomped with abandon watching as Camila's ass hit the middle turnbuckle, then the bottom one. Soon, her tush finally hit the mat with a dull thud.

The Mauler kneed her in the chin leaving her spread eagle on the mat.

He climbed his massive body on to the middle rope, positioning his ass above Camila's face and jumped.

Darkness engulfed Camila world as her face buried deep between The Mauler's ass cheeks. Her limbs lashed out on the mat as she struggled to breathe. The Mauler sat with the full force of his weight on her face.

Camila found it hard to breathe, her face going blue from the lack of oxygen. All the blood rushed to her brain, the veins on her forehead nearly popping from the pressure. She had to do something fast.

A blood curling scream echoed through the gym as tears ran down The Mauler's eyes. He got up trying to shake Camila's teeth loose from his balls. She didn't let go.

She crawled behind him like a rabid dog, her teeth biting into his balls as The Mauler tried to scamper away. In desperation, The Mauler began punching her in the face. A brutal strike cut open her lips at the side, another gave her a black eye, one more bruised her cheeks but Camila didn't let go.

She saw a wet stain appear on The Mauler's pants and finally released her hold. The Mauler fell to the mat, spread eagle in the ring as Camila smiled. She wiped the blood off her lips, spitting some of it out and wincing as she felt the bruise on her cheek.

Camila walked towards him in large, confident strides. She calmly sat down on his stomach, patting her chest playfully as she tried to ride his stomach with a giggle. She removed the sack from above his head and placed it on his stomach.

Camila positioned her clit on the sack, grinding against it as she began punching his face. She alternated her blows, catching his cheek, then his jaw before moving to his chin with a little dash of his eye for good measure. Fist after fist crackled with intensity as she beat him bloody red.

Her grinding increased in intensity and her punching matched that rhythm. She beat him harder as she drew closer to an apex, finally stopping with a deep punch that shattered his teeth as she came.

She knelt over, pressing her breasts into his bloody face, her body twitching and convulsing, shaking violently from a massive orgasm.

Camila sat up, sweat running down her battered body as she soiled his sack with her juice. Her hips slowly grinding to a stop and her heart returning to normal. She took a deep breath and spit on The Mauler's face and stuffed his sack into his mouth.

She got up and climbed out of the ring, jumping gingerly to her ground.

Camila walked to the door and grabbed The Mauler's suitcase, bringing it inside and closing the door behind her. She walked up to the camera and smiled before shutting it off with a wink.
Great story lo e the detail you put i nto it and not many including myself would have the "pure Imagination" to pen a story using her as a buttt kicking badasss
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Thank you for the kind words I am happy that you enjoyed it.
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Hoo man. This Mauler guy was a real asshole. No, really, he had that one coming. Beginning the match with a bottle to the head. Seriously? What a jerk. Very well done, amigo.
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