Rainbow Mika and Yamato Nadeshiko: Tag Team World Tour

Loud boo's echoed through the stadium as they watched a large man club the fan favorite in the back with his humungous arms. Diesel's crooked teeth grinded against each other as he smiled, his large muscular body hovering above his victim who lay squirming beneath him.

Diesel watched her thick muscular body roll around on the mat, her beautiful eyes closed and teeth gritted. Her hands clutched her back as Diesel stomped her with his big boot before grabbing Rainbow Mika by her twin ponytails and hoisting her up to her feet.

"MIKA! MIKA! MIKA!," The crowd shouted, thousands of fans encouraging her as Diesel sent her into the corner, whipping her body by her hair. The small of her back crashed into the middle turnbuckle as she threw her head up and screamed in pain. Her hands now rested on either side of the top rope.

Through the corner of her eye, she saw her tag partner Yamato Nadeshiko being pulled down to the ground. Diesel's partner Nitro had snuck behind Yamato and grabbed her ankles, pushing them off the mat, sending her flying down. She landed on her feet but her forehead smacked on the apron with a sickening thud, enough to elicit large gulps of shock from the crowd.

Nitro's large hands wrapped around Yamato's neck. He licked his lips as he watched Yamato's single-piece white leotard clad body hunch over from the impact of a brutal fist to her stomach, reducing Yamato to her knees.

The crowd's boo's became louder as Diesel distracted the ref, calling out to a beautiful ring girl sitting next to the announcer table. At Diesel's call, the young woman made her way ringside, chatting up the referee. Mika's eyes went wide and her mouth expelled a large gulp of air as she felt Diesel's hard fist bury deep into her rock hard stomach.

"Ungh!," She winced as Diesel opened up with blatant illegal strikes on Mika's abs while the referee was distracted.

"Hey ref!...Uff!," Mika shouted before she was interrupted with another fist crashing into her stomach. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Nitro had Yamato seeing stars as he grabbed and snuck her head between his large thighs. He spanked Yamato's ass red before wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her upside down in the air. Yamato felt Nitro's large erection through his miniscule briefs as it rubbed against her back. He felt up every part of her body before smashing the top of her head on the concrete floor with a vicious piledriver.

In the ring, things were about to get harder for Mika. She saw the front of Diesel's tiny purple briefs bulge up with an enormous erection as he spread her thick legs on the second rope.

"Ahhhh! Fuckkk...Hey Ref!," cried Mika as Diesel sent a sadistic knee crashing into her crotch. Diesel looked back to see the ref still talking to the young girl and smiled, grabbing a handful of Mika's crotch and squeezing hard. Cries of Mika's pain filled the stadium as the crowd booed at the blatantly illegal tactics employed by the men.

"Shit! Aaaahhh! Hey Ref!..." Mika protested as another knee found its mark between her legs.

"What!?," The ref finally screamed back, excusing himself for a second, annoyed at the interruption.

"What do you mean WHAT?...ahhhh!," Mika screamed as her speech was interrupted by another fist digging deep into her crotch.

"This guy's literally punching and kicking my..." Before she could complete her sentence, Diesel sent the tip of his size 11 leather boots crashing into her pussy, watching with a sinister smile as she threw her head back and screamed in pain.

"So? Wouldn't have really mattered if he kicked you in the butt either, besides what do you want me to do? Stop him?" The ref replied, smiling at the young girl at ringside as she ran her fingers across his chest.

"Well, Yeah! This is what you are meant to do isn't it? Oh, fuck! Ahhhhh!" A brutal knee crashed into her crotch as Mika screamed again.

"Are you kidding me? Look at the size of these guys! I am happy where I am, thank you!"

Mika's agony echoed through the stadium as Diesel grabbed her nipples and twisted them, his fingers threating to rip them off her breasts as he yanked and twisted.

"Now he's pinching my...," Mika's sentence was once again cut short with a hard chop to her breasts. His hand smacking across her soft skin as she threw her head up in pain.

Outside the ring, Yamato's body was power bombed through the announcer table, her cries of pain ringing through the stadium as her thick body broke through the hard oak wood. The small steel broadcast monitors they kept on table, dug into her back on the way through, reducing Yamato to a squirming mess on the floor. Nitro smiled as he watched her writhe around on the floor, clutching her back.

"MIKA! YAMATO! MIKA! YAMATO!," The crowd chanted for their heroes, egging them on through the pain.

"Guess it's up to me now!," Mika told herself and waited for Diesel's inevitable attack. She smiled as he swung another punch towards her crotch, catching it inches from its target. She yanked Diesel's arm towards her, sending him stumbling forward. Mika headbutted him hard in the chest when he was in range and as he went down to one knee, she broke herself out of the ropes and sat her perfect, pear shaped posterior on the top turnbuckle.

Mika waited till he got back to his feet, her muscular legs flexing as they sent her body flying through the air. Diesel's eyes went wide and he choked as Mika's thick arm wrapped around his throat. Mika's body froze in the air for an instant, her legs straight as an arrow before she collided with the mat and bounced the back of Diesel's head on it like a tennis ball.

As Diesel lay there clutching his head, Mika stomped him hard in the stomach before spreading his legs and sending some harsh boots into his groin. Outside the ring, Yamato had managed to reverse a Lariat from Nitro, aiming to send her into the the steel security fences. Instead, Nitro's back cracked hard against the steel as he cried out in pain.

The crowd went wild as they saw the number one tag-team in the world turn the match in their favor. Yamato stomped a mudhole into Nitro's crumpled body with hard boots to his chest and stomach. She also sent stinging blows into his groin, leaving him screaming in pain.

Yamato whipped his back into the edge of the apron and just as he collided, jumped up, flipping her thick, muscular body in the air. Her legs and arms shot out straight in front of her mid-air and Nitro felt the full impact of Yamato's divine ass smack straight into his face, bending his neck on the apron at a painful angle before the back of his head collided flush against the edge.

Smiling, Yamato picked him and rolled him into the ring. Mika power bombed Diesel hard on to the mat and the two men lay next to each other. The girls smiled and ran towards the ropes behind them, jumping up in the air and connecting with two large elbows into Diesel and Nitro's chest at the same time, sending the crowd into rapturous applause.

The crowd screamed their heroes names even louder as Mika and Yamato pointed towards the corner and ran towards it, scaling it and positioning their bodies on the top turnbuckle. They stood straight atop the topes in opposite corners, spreading their bodies out in the shape of a perfect 'T' before jumping off. They flipped their bodies around mid-air, their backs colliding with each other and their feet spread and jutting out straight in front of them as their assess jiggled, smacking against each other.

They landed butt first on Nitro and Diesel's faces, drool and blood accumulating between the girl's ass cheeks as the men had their facial features rearranged. With a high five and a smile, the women hooked the men's legs and waited for the ref to come.

Unfortunately, he was still busy with ring girl and the crowd booed as he refused to leave her side. Angry, Mika got up and clobbered the poor ring girl in the face, sending her falling to the floor. She grabbed the ref by the hair and threw him to the mat before quickly hooking Diesel's leg.

"1..2.." The crowd counted along with the ref before booing again as they saw the ref's body pulled out under the bottom rope by another man who now climbed into the ring. Mika and Yamato got up to their feet in a flash as they saw three more men approaching, jumping over the security barricades and heading towards the ring. They were the 8-ball gang and there was no way in hell, they were going to let Mika and Yamato walk out with the tag championships.

The four men cracked their knuckles, one standing at each corner of the ring, watching with sinister smiles as Mika and Yamato stood their ground.

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The four men jumped over the top rope and rushed Mika and Yamato. The crowd erupted in applause as the ring soon became a cacophony of violence, six muscular bodies crashing into each other with thunderous impact as punches and kicks flew all over. A hard kick to Mika's back reduced her to all-fours while a sinister punch to Yamato's mid-section reduced her to her knees.

The four men surrounded the two women as they looked up on them, their knees pinned to the mat. The crowd booed as the four men began an ungodly assault on their thick bodies. Violent knees bruised Mika's cheeks purple while punches bloodied Yamato's face, cutting open the side of her lips while a trail of red flowed from her nostrils.

Laughing the four large men split themselves up, two for each woman as they began to formulate ideas to rain pain down on their bodies. Mika watched as a man grabbed Yamato's hair, yanking her up while the other punched her hard in the stomach, bending her over.

The two men surrounding Mika grabbed her head by a ponytail each, dragging Mika to her feet and sending her running towards the ropes with intense momentum. Yamato watched as her partner's body sailed through the second rope, absolutely straight as an arrow before it flipped in the air and Mika's back landed hard on top of the security rails.

"HOLY SHIT!," The crowd chanted as they watched Mika's body bent in half over the steel barricade, her head dangling upside down to one side and her feet on the other. Mika watched upside down as the two men sent Yamato crashing into a corner before all four of them took turns splashing into her, their hard bodies colliding at high speeds chest to chest, leaving the young woman winded and breathing hard.

Yamato's body collapsed on the ropes, her throat on the second rope and her hands limp and dangling by her sides. Mika and Yamato looked at each other smiled before one of the men grabbed Yamato's hair and sent her face first into the top turnbuckle in one corner. As she stumbled back from the impact and fell to the mat grabbing her head in pain, the four men stomped a mudhole all over her body.

A few moments later, two men broke away from the pack and looked at Mika, pointing towards her crumpled body as Mika freed herself from the barricade and slowly made it one knee. That's as far as she got before one of the men athletically threw himself over the top rope, his hard elbow landing on her back and sending her cheek crashing to the floor with a loud smack.

Mika rolled around in pain clutching her back while two men now surrounded her. One of them grabbed her hair and picked her up. Grabbing her shapely ass and squeezing hard, his arms picked Mika's body up in the air and spread her legs wide. With a sinister smile, he ran forward with her in tow, impaling Mika crotch first into the unforgiving steel ring post. Mika's body bent around the pole as she screamed in agony, her legs spread on either side and steel resting in between her breasts.

The other man gave her no remorse, smacking her hard in the back with a steel chair shot that rang around the stadium, eliciting responses of shock from everyone in the crowd. The two men laughed loudly as Mika crumpled to the floor in a fetal position, one arm resting between her legs and the other hand clutching her back, her face reduced to a grimace of pain.

In the ring, the two men with Yamato had hung her upside down in the corner, trapping the back of her knees on to either side of the top rope as her head dangled upside down. Yamato could do nothing to protect herself from hard fists to her stomach and chest, stuck in the tree of woe. The other man climbed up to the second rope, balancing his body with one foot on the rope and the other buried deep between Yamato's legs.

They laughed as the crowd booed, brutalizing's poor Yamato for a few minutes before letting her slump face first to the mat. With vile laughter they dragged her limp body to the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Mika's back thudded on the mat as the two men threw her in over the top rope and followed her.

Mika and Yamato's limp bodies lay in the center of the ring, spread eagle and knocked out. They grabbed Diesel and Nitro's unconscious bodies and placed them over the unconscious women. The four men stepped out of the ring, brushing their boots dismissively on the apron before jumping down. The crowd booed as a referee was called to the ring.

The 8-ball gang stood smiling as the ref darted towards the ring. Their stable would soon be retaining the tag-team championships. He ran in, diving below the bottom rope and starting his count.

"1..." His hand smacked the mat.

"MIKA! YAMATO! MIKA! YAMATO!," The crowd chanted, egging their heroes on.

"2..." The ref's palm bounced off the mat.

"MIKA! YAMATO! MIKA! MUSCLE SPIRIT!"

The crowd went silent as the ref's hand was about to hit the mat but stopped mid-air and hovered as Mika and Yamato shot their arms up in the air. The crowd erupted in rapturous applause as the two women rolled toward the bottom rope, slowly inching themselves up to their feet till they rested their backs against it.

They looked back at the four men standing wide-eyed and mouth agape in complete shock. Diesel and Nitro stirred to their feet too, still unsteady and wobbling all over the mat like drunk men.

Mika and Yamato looked at each other and smiled. They shot their ass out towards the crowd and smacked it hard, calling for their signature move. The crowd erupted with applause and cheers.

"HEAD CRUSHER!!" The crowd shouted as Diesel and Nitro were positioned back-to-back in the center of the ring. Mika and Yamato ran towards the opposite sides of the ring, bouncing their bodies off the ropes and jumping in the air, their assess pointed at Diesel and Nitro's faces.

The two men ducked at the last second, somehow finding enough strength in their bodies. The crowd fell silent as the two women's pear shaped posteriors collided hard with each other. Mika and Yamato landed on their feet, clutching their now red asses in pain as they stumbled around.

They soon found their thick bodies consumed in between the two men as they collided chest first against them, pinning Mika and Yamato's backs to each other as their faces buried in their chest.

They stood there winded in the center of the ring, groggy as Diesel and Nitro ran up to them and clotheslined them hard. Yamato and Mika's bodies bent backward as the men's rough forearms collided into their chests, their feet whipped off the mat and they flipped over in the air before landing face first, their asses jiggling from the impact as Diesel and Nitro laughed.

The crowd booed and the 8-ball gang cheered from ringside. With a sinister smile, Diesel and Nitro called for their finishing move.

"FACE BUSTER!," They shouted as boos emanated from the crowd and they picked the two women up. With a hard punch to the stomach, they bent Mika and Yamato over. Diesel and Nitro clutched their mittens hard with one hand, squeezing hard between their legs as the two women cried in pain. They jammed their heads between their thighs and lifted their bodies upside down. With one hand they maintained their vice like grip on Mika and Yamato's crotches and with the other they grabbed their hair from between their legs ,bending their necks so that the back of Mika and Yamato's heads rested just below the men's crotch.

"N-NO..NOO..NOOO!," The two women pleaded as the men jumped up in the air. Yamato and Mika's facial features squished into the mat as the Diesel and Nitro's crotches landed on the back of their heads with sinister impact.

Diesel and Nitro got up and circled the two women. They licked their lips as they saw Yamato and Mika sprawled face first on the mat, breathing slowly and the hair next to their lips being blown gently in rhythm with their breaths.

"Looks like we are having some fun tonight!"

Diesel and Nitro high-fived each other and called the referee over. They pinned Yamato and Mika by flipping them over to their back and rolling them up in a cradle, their lower body bent over till the tips of their feet rested on the sides of Mika and Yamato's faces.

Diesel and Nitro mockingly dry humped Yamato and Mika's asses as the ref smacked his hand on the mat.

"1..." said the ref as the men laughed and the crowd booed loudly. The 8-ball gang stood and laughed at ringside. Before the ref could even get to '2', Yamato and Mika broke the cradle and snapped their thick thighs shut around Diesel and Nitro's big heads. A look of shock flashed across the face of the 8-ball gang at ringside.

"TAP, YOU FUCKING BITCH!," Mika said as she squeezed Diesel's head with all her might, the muscles in her legs flexing with intent. She smiled as she saw Diesel's eyes tear up in pain, the veins in his forehead bulging as his fingers tried desperately to claw open Mika's thighs.

"YEAH! WHAT SHE SAID!," Yamato screamed as Nitro suffered between her legs, wide eyed and filled with pain. Nitro's jaw felt like it would snap any minute. Diesel and Nitro were almost about to tap before the 8-ball gang entered the ring again. With a violent yank, the ref was thrown over the top rope and the four men went to work on Mika and Yamato.

They stomped the two women hard in their stomach and chest and forced Mika and Yamato to release their hold and slump over in pain. They bought them up to their feet and smashed Mika and Yamato's foreheads into each other. As the two women stumbled back clutching their heads, the four men positioned themselves in a the formation of a square in the center. They whipped the two women into the ropes at opposite ends, aiming to take both of them down with hard double clotheslines.

Instead they were shocked to see Mika and Yamato duck under their arms and run through, rebounding their bodies off the rope and taking down two men each with a double clothesline of their own, nearly taking the 8-ball gang's heads clean off.

Feeding off the energy off the crowd, Mika and Yamato sprung to their feet as the crowd chanted their names. They whipped the crowd up into a frenzy as they slowly pointed at all six men in the ring and smacked their asses loudly.

Mika and Yamato grabbed one man by the hair each and picked them up. Wrapping their arms around their waists, the women lifted their feet off the mat and spread their legs in the air. With a sinister smile and a nod, Yamato and Mika threw the men into themselves, laughing sadistically, watching the men's legs split open even more as their groin's collided into each other mid-air with brutal impact. They cried tears of pain as they fell to the mat, rolling around holding on their family jewels before the two women threw them out of the ring.

With a sadistic grin, they turned their attention to two more men who pleaded petrified, having witnessed Mika and Yamato's sinister intent. They soon found themselves thudding into opposite corners. Mika and Yamato stood ass-to-ass at the center before pointing at the two men as they pleaded.

They rushed toward them, Mika and Yamato's bodies flying through the air as the two men felt their asses land on their heads, bending their necks back and crushing their face. Mika and Yamato lifted their asses up off their face and waited till they slumped to the second rope, the back of their heads now resting on the second turnbuckle before Mika and Yamato slammed their asses down on their face again. They repeated the move one more time on the bottom rope and laughed as the two men lay sprawled out on the floor.

Mika and Yamato jumped up once again and the men felt the sadistic impact of the women's toned butts on their groin, crushing their balls red and leaving them in unimaginable pain. They rolled out from under the bottom rope as fast they could.

The crowd broke out in rapturous applause as Mika and Yamato stood on the top rope in opposite corners, taking the warmth in and feeding off the crowd's energy. Unfortunately for them, Diesel and Nitro had staggered back to their feet and soon attacked with hard forearms to Mika and Yamato's back as the crowd fell silent again in shock.

Nitro positioned himself between Yamato's legs as she stood hunched over on the second rope. He grabbed and squeezed the back of her thighs as Yamato cried out in pain. Nitro power bombed her from the top rope, watching with a sinister grin as her body lay limp on the mat, her head titled to one side, breathing hard.

Nitro grabbed Yamato's ankles and spread her legs apart upright in the air as Diesel power bombed Mika from the top rope. The back of Mika's head landed in Yamato's crotch as she cried in pain and rolled away with her hands between her legs. With a cruel smile, Diesel spread open Mika's legs and buried his forehead deep into her crotch, smiling as she now rolled away to one side in pain.

The crowd booed as two men motioned for another referee to come out, calling for their finisher.

"OH SHUT UP!," Shouted Nitro at the crowd as they made Mika and Yamato stand chest-to-chest in the center of the ring. The women threw their heads up and cried in pain as two hard kicks collided in the center of their backs and a new referee slid into the ring.

Time slowed down for Mika and Yamato as they stood face to face and smiling, the men bouncing into the ropes behind them. They rebound off the ropes and headed towards them.

"We have this won!," Mika whispered into Yamato's ear, who smiled and gave her a small peck on the lips.

"It's time!," Yamato whispered back before grabbing Mika's arms and ducking down, laughing as Diesel and Nitro clotheslined each other hard. The crowd erupted in applause again as the two women signaled their finisher and this time it connected, Diesel and Nitro's faces disappeared, crushed between two beautiful pear-shaped asses as they fell to the floor, their faces bloodied and battered.

"1...2...3," The crowd counted along and erupted in elation as Mika and Yamato won.

"The new tag team champions of the world...MUSCLE SPIRIT!," The announcer spoke on the mic. The crowd erupted in jubilation as the referee tied the tag team belts around Mika and Yamato's waist. The two women waved to the crowd, crying tears of joy, their years of hard work finally paying off. They hugged each other and kissed passionately as the crowd celebrated their victory, graffiti and champagne soon engulfing the ring.

Mika and Yamato watched as the 8-ball gang made their way into the ring again, at the ready, in case they try something else. Instead they held their hands and shook the women's.

"Tell you what! You two are tough little bitches!," Nitro smiled as he shook Yamato's hands.

"You two are quite the brutal bitches too, gave us quite the spanking!," Mika smiled as she shook Diesel's hands. The 8-ball gang hoisted Mika and Yamato on their shoulders as the crowd cheered.

A few hours later after the commotion had died down, Yamato found Mika in the locker room, removing her outfit before stepping into the shower. She quietly sneaked up behind her.

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"Hey!," Mika protested with a cute giggle as Yamato sat down behind her, Yamato's legs spread around Mika's and her crotch grinding against Mika's butt. Mika threw her head up and moaned as Yamato's fingers began exploring all of Mika's body.

"Heck of a match!," said Yamato as she caressed the back of Mika's neck with her lips.

"I know," Mika moaned in response as Yamato's fingers disappeared between her legs.

"I got so turned on by watching you take a beating!"

"Me too!," Whispered Mika as she kissed Yamato passionately.

Mika moaned as Yamato's lips explored the length of her back, pecking with soft kisses on her muscle bound skin. She turned around, surprising Yamato, inducing a cute giggle from her lips. Mika picked Yamato up and sat her down on her thighs, her legs dangling behind Mika and their crotches grinding against each other. She moaned as Mika's tongue went to work on her hard nipples before giving her love bite on the neck.

"They are going to send us around the world now to defend the title," Yamato spoke between kisses. Her hands now on Mika's breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples.

"Can't wait!"

"Want to go see what the 8-ball gang is up to?," Yamato mused with a kinky grin. Mika smiled and kissed her, grabbing a large dildo from her locker and a strap-on for Yamato.

The 8-ball gang sat around in their locker room, moping. Ice packs and bandages featured prominently on their bodies as they looked at each other dejected.

"Come on guys, cheer up, we lost to true warriors today," exclaimed Nitro as Diesel nodded and joined in trying to rev the team up.

"Besides it could have been worse," Diesel added.

"Really? How?," One the men asked him. He sat with a ice pack on his groin.

Before Diesel could answer, they stood up shocked as the locker room door banged open. Mika and Yamato stood nude at the doorway, a dildo in Mika's hands and a strap-on attached to Yamato's pelvis.

"Never mind!," Diesel quipped and told the boys to run for it as Mika and Yamato chased them across the locker room.

Rainbow Mika watched the 7-foot tall behemoth powerbomb the young blonde to the mat. Her body sprang up from the impact, the ring shaking before her thick, muscular body fell to the mat again. She lay sprawled out on the mat, her legs spread and arms limp by her sides. The young girl was barely moving, her eyes closed and head tilted to one side. Soft breaths escaped her lips, the few strands of golden hair on her face, moving in unison.

Her tear-drop breasts heaved in sync with her breaths, her nipples poking through the tight, one-piece red leotard that she wore. Her partner stood at ringside, terrified of what she was witnessing. She began striking the top of the turnbuckle closest to her, trying to get the abysmally small crowd of nearly twenty people to lend their support.

"You can do it Candi! COME ON!," She screamed egging her partner on. Her partner, who was spread eagle on the mat.

"Who?...What?," Candi mumbled incoherently as the large black man dug his steel like fingers on her scalp, wrapping a tight fist around her long blonde hair and dragging Candi to her feet.

His tall, muscular frame dwarfed the young woman, his shadow covering her entire body. He stood proud with his bare chest puffed, the tiny purple briefs barely hiding his large erection. His bald head was smaller compared to the rest of his body and his eyes barely discernible in the shadow from the light above that covered half of his face.

Candi watched a menacing grin form on his face and steeled herself for what was to come.

"You think they got a chance?," Whispered Yamato in Mika's ear, they were sitting in the audience watching the fight.

"You kidding me? These girls are going to pound town tonight!"

They watched the man called Rhino slam Candi into a corner, her breasts squishing into the top turnbuckle while her torso crushed into the middle. Candi threw her head up with a sharp yelp of pain as Rhino smashed the top of his bald head into her toned back.

"Yo Mad Dog!," Rhino called out to his partner before he took a few steps back.

"Watch This!"

Rhino ran forward and crashed into Candi's back squishing her breasts against the top turnbuckle again.

"What's so special about that?," mused Mad Dog from ringside.

"I've seen that done a million times before"

Rhino sighed disappointed before a smirk formed on his face.

"Yeah? I betcha you ain't seen this!"

Mad Dog's face lit up with a sinister smile. Rhino arched his lower body back while his hands held onto the top rope. He angled his hips outward to the maximum possible extent before slamming into Candi with massive force. His pelvis collided into her shapely hips, making them jiggle and squishing Candi's crotch into the turnbuckle. Her partner covered her eyes, occasionally peeking through her fingers with a grimace to watch Candi's eyes go wide and her mouth hung open. Rhino dry humped her savagely against the corner, each thrust of his pelvis furious and spiteful.

Candi's scream filled the halls of the repurposed prison. Some guy in marketing thought it would be a fabulous idea to have gorgeous women wrestle real convicts in an actual prison. Not only did people not show up, the few people that did were subject to stares from men who filled the jail cells. The wrestling promotion had booked out the entire prison gym for the event. The problem was that the gym was surrounded by prison blocks from all sides, all of them with a clear eyeline of the action in the makeshift ring in the center.

Unfortunately for them, Mika and Yamato's tag-team titles were up for grabs in a no-holds barred hardcore title defense, scheduled for later. Their opponents Rhino and Mad Dog were more than eager to show the women what they were capable of.

"We're so screwed!," Mika whispered into Yamato's ear as Mad Dog jumped into the ring. The referee attempted a meek protest before scampering away as Mad Dog stared at him with violence in his eyes.

Candi's partner Cotton audibly gulped as she watched Mad Dog walk in her direction. She was dressed identically to Candi with a matching red leotard and white boots. Mad Dog grabbed Cotton's hair and yanked her into the ring. As Cotton's back crashed into the mat, so did the top of Candi's head. Mika and Yamato watched dumbfounded as Rhino piledrove Candi into the mat.

The rest of the match was an exhibition in calculated violence on The Beach Girls. Cotton and Candy soon found their bodies slammed and brutalized in the ring. It wasn't long before the men started bending the rules to inflict pain. Their moves were brutal and drawn-out, designed to incite a particular response in Mika and Yamato, fear.

They watched The Beach Girls get taken apart in the ring, the men using the blonde's bodies as a canvas to show Mika and Yamato, a painting of what to expect. The big tag-team title defense was scheduled for the pay per view tomorrow but the men had already made their move today and it was working.

"Whoever thought that this was a good idea needs to be fired," Yamato said as Mika watched with a concerned look on her face. She watched as Candi was thrown out of the ring and Cotton found herself sprawled out on the mat.

For now, the men seemed content with the punishment they had rained on The Beach Girls and were eager to claim their prize. The draped the girls on their shoulders and walked over towards where Mika and Yamato were seated. The four wrestlers exchanged an intense stare, Rhino's eyes were locked on Yamato, the thought of her body in his hands had him excited. Mad Dog feast his eyes on Mika, licking his lips as he smacked Cotton's butt. The men walked away with The Beach Girls hung over their shoulders.

Loud whistles greeted Mika and Yamato in the morning as they found themselves in the midst of prisoners who watched them work out. The two women had all the convicts drooling as loud howls filled the prison gym.

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"Looks like I still got it," Yamato said softly, pecking Mika with another passionate kiss.

"Speak for yourself!"

Mika grabbed Yamato mid-stride and locked her arms around her waist. They kissed again as the men went wild, Mika's hands exploring her partner's body.

"Well, well...looksee what we have here!"

Mika and Yamato turned around to see Mad Dog and Rhino walk in. Their large black bodies decked out in plain workout clothes.

"Yo Rhino, you think she'll look as good when I'm bending her over a table?," Mad Dog's eyes stared unmoved at Mika.

"I don't know about bending HER over a table but I wouldn't mind if the little one wraps around me like that!"

Rhino's eyes studied Yamato up and down, watching her cling to Mika.

"Hello boys," Mika sighed unassumingly. She kissed Yamato one final time before letting her down. Mika's fiery eyes locked on to Mad Dog.

"Seems like they forgot to lock you two up!"

Yamato walked right up to Rhino's face, their bodies pressed chest to chest as she stared the 7-foot tall behemoth down.

"Don't worry by the time we'll be done with you, prison will be the least of your problems!"

Rhino's laugh filled the gym as the convicts watched on.

"This little one's got spunk!," He said gesturing towards Mad Dog who was in a stare down of his own with Mika. Mad Dog wasn't as tall as Rhino but was wider in girth and had more muscle. Mika could feel his thick erection rub against her abs as they stood chest to chest.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you!"

Rhino knelt down and whispered. Yamato could feel the stink of his breath, his tiny bald head hovering near her face.

"And when we are done with you in the ring...," Mad Dog spoke, his broad chest pressed against Mika's. The two men laughed before stepping back.

"Let's just say you are going to be servicing us for a while!"

Mad Dog and Rhino turned around and walked away as Mika and Yamato stared at each other.

The hour of the match had finally arrived. In a cruel twist of fate, the management had caved in to Rhino and Mad Dog's bullying and agreed to a knockout only match. This meant no pins or submissions, only a complete TKO would result in a victor.

"Mika, you ready yet?," Yamato called out from inside the shower in the locker room.

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"Me!?," Mika cried out with a giggle.

"What about you? You are still in the shower!"

Yamato smiled, her thick, muscular body wet and glistening under the shower.

"Come on! You know I get ready in like five minutes...you are the slowpoke," She retorted, her hands lathering up her body.

"Oh shut it! You know I...Argh! Fuck!"

Mika's pain filled cries reached Yamato's ears as she rushed out, still nude and wet. As she stepped out, she saw Rhino club Mika in the back as Mad Dog booted her hard in the side of the head.

"Why you little!," Yamato screamed and jumped on Rhino's back. Her thick legs wrapped around his waist and her arms strangling him from behind. She watched in horror as Mad Dog sent Mika's topless body chest first into the metal lockers.

Mika screamed as her breasts collided with cold steel and Mad Dog did not let up. He sent a knee crashing into the small of her back before grabbing her hair and throwing her into the bathroom.

Rhino stuck in Yamato's hold backpedaled into a set of lockers behind him. Yamato winced in pain but hung on. The big brute repeated the move twice before he felt her finally let go. Yamato's back struck the cold metal hard, she slumped down to the floor.

With a big smile, Rhino kneed her in the nose, smiling as blood trickled down her nostrils. Mad Dog busied himself with Mika, sending her forehead crashing into the bathroom mirror. It cracked from the brutal impact.

Mad Dog attempted to repeat the move but Mika bought her hands up, her palms pressing against the wall to stop her forward momentum. She elbowed him hard in the stomach and as he staggered back, grabbed his hair and smashed his head into the sink, breaking it.

She hurried outside to witness Rhino slam Yamato's nude body into a wooden bench breaking it into tiny pieces. Yamato lay still on the floor, staring at Rhino's big boot about to stomp her abs till he was stopped in his tracks by a hard dropkick to the side of his head courtesy of Mika.

Rhino's large body crashed sideways into the steel lockers and Mika was on top of him instantly. Her muscular shoulder collided into the side of his waist as she speared him through the steel lockers. Little sprockets and screws lingered in the air as the two titans broke through the lockers.

Mika made it to her knees as she got up till she was stopped by Mad Dog who attacked from behind. He raked his fingernails over her shapely back as Mika screamed. Mad Dog kicked her hard to the side of her head and as she slumped to the floor, straddled her stomach and choked her.

Mika almost passed out from his icy grip before Yamato recovered and kneed him hard in the cheek, breaking some of Mad Dog's teeth. As she attempted to press her advantage, Yamato was stopped dead in her tracks by a savage low-blow from behind, Rhino's large biceps colliding between her legs.

As she fell to her knees, Mad Dog grabbed her hair with a furious look on his face and smashed her forehead into a concrete pillar. Yamato stumbled back, her head spinning as she attempted to shake off the cobwebs. Showing impressive agility, Mad Dog's large body jumped up in the air, dropkicking Yamato in the center of her chest. She stumbled back winded into the waiting arms of Rhino who had recovered.

Rhino held her there, trapping her in a full nelson as Mad Dog rained hell on her stomach. Hearing her partner's cries of pain, Mika willed her self up and crashed into Mad Dog taking him down, she straddled his chest, raining blows on his face while he covered up. Yamato broke herself out of Rhino's full nelson, wrapping her arms around Rhino's head and falling to seated position, giving him a stunner. Rhino's jaw bounced off her toned shoulder as he staggered back from the impact.

Yamato drop kicked him out of the locker room watching his body crash through the door and on to the entry way towards the ring. Mad Dog covered up as Mika rained furious blows to the back of his head, picking his moment and shoving the savage hellcat off him with a crisp snap mare, flipping her thick body over his shoulder. Mika landed ass first on the hard floor with a loud grunt of pain before it turned into a loud scream, courtesy of a knee to the center of her back.

As Mad Dog attempted another knee, he felt Yamato's hard fist land on his jaw, snapping his head sideways and sending him stumbling sideways into the wall. He willed himself out of a daze and ducked as Yamato attempted another punch. She felt her thick fingers dig into her toned stomach as he pushed her back, right into a clothesline to the back of her head courtesy of Rhino.

His large, black arm collided with the back of Yamato's head as her body spun in the air and crashed to the hard floor. The two men smiled and stomped her all over as Yamato lay on the floor. Rushing to her aid, Mika jumped off one of the benches and flipped around mid-air, jutting her hips out till she felt her ass cheeks collide with the side of Mad Dog's face. Pressed between the wall and Mika's shapely posterior, Mad Dog's face squished from the pressure, almost knocking him out.

Rhino was quickly on top of Mika before she could do anything else, grabbing her hair and throwing her body halfway across the room and into the hallway leading to the ring. As a dazed Mad Dog attempted to follow his partner he was bought down by Yamato. She had locked her legs around his ankles and tripped him, sending him crashing head first into a wooden bench.

Outside the room, Mika's body was thrown upside down into the wall by Rhino and before she could even slump to the floor, Rhino caught her in mid-air and held her upside down. Mika steeled herself for what was coming next. Rhino's massive erection pressed on her face, he piledrove her hard into the concrete floor. Mika's body bounced up from the impact before it settled down on the floor. After he had laid into her with furious stomps, Rhino made his way into the room to aid his partner.

Mika watched from the floor as Rhino pulled a furious Yamato off Mad Dog by grabbing her hair and punching her hard in the stomach. As Yamato bent over, the two men slammed their knees into the sides of her waist, sending her crumpling on the floor. As her partner winced from the vicious stomps to her body, Mika willed herself up to her feet and rushed in.

Jumping up in the air, she took Mad Dog out with a flying clothesline. Rhino watched his partner fall and quickly kicked Mika in the sides, his boot colliding into her skin with brutal impact sending her flying away sideways into the wall from Mad Dog. As he attempted to go after her, Rhino was bought to his knees with a furious punch to his balls, courtesy of Yamato.

Yamato kipped up to her feet and jumped up in the air. Rhino still on his knees, felt his body bent backwards by the small powerhouse's shapely ass till the back of his head slammed into the floor and his nose was buried deep into her posterior. Blood and spit accumulated between her ass cheeks as Yamato held him in that position, face sitting him while brutally bending his lower body backwards, while he remained on his knees.

Yamato was flung off Rhino with a harsh super kick to the side of her cheek, throwing her to the floor. As Rhino slumped to the ground, Mad Dog laid into Yamato with hard forearms and stomps to her back and sides. Suddenly, he felt Mika's powerful arms wrap around his waist from behind. She picked him up in the air and slammed his back to the floor over the top of her head. Arching her back, Mika held him there, Mad Dog's feet pointing towards the ceiling and her powerful arms still wrapped around his waist.

Understanding her partner's cue, Yamato used Mika's strong knees as a springboard, jumping up in the air and landing her ass on Mad Dog's ugly mug, breaking even more of his teeth on impact. Before she could anymore damage, Rhino kicked Yamato in her toned back, sending her flying out into the hallway before he turned his attention to Mika, who audibly gulped, still holding on Mad Dog, her back arched. Not a good position to be in.

With a furious yell, Rhino smashed a kick into Mika's toned back who released her hold. Amusingly, Mad Dog's body lingered in the air for a few moments before settling back to the floor. Mika cried in agony as Rhino grabbed her nipples and twisted them, raising her up to her feet before sending her to back down to her knees with a hard punch to her crotch.

Mika felt Rhino's large knee crash into her nose, bloodying it before he threw her out into the hallway. The men smiled as Mika's body crashed into Yamato's who was laying on her face. Mika shook off the cobwebs in her head as she found herself on top of Yamato, her chest pressed against her back. She heard the two men approach behind her and winced in pain as Rhino kicked her in the sides. Mika held on to her partner, covering her body with hers and protecting her as she took brutal stomps and kicks to her back and sides that left boot shaped footprints all over her body.

Irritated, Mad Dog grabbed Mika's hair and clawed her off Yamato sending her headfirst into a wall. Meanwhile, Rhino grabbed a handful of Yamato's hair and bought her to her feet, bending her over with hard punch to her stomach. He picked her body up over the top of his head, settling her in a seated position on his shoulders till her feet touched the small of his back.

"N-NOOO," cried Yamato and attempted to punch him in the face but it was too late. He power bombed her hard into the concrete floor. He smiled as he saw her laid out spread eagle and grinned as Mad Dog hit a powerbomb of his own, sending Mika's thick body into the hard steel of the entrance ramp.

Loud boo's and cheers greeted the two men as they dragged the women by their hair behind them. Mad Dog's hard forearms bounced off Mika's back as she grunted watching Yamato being sent head first into a security railing. The prisoner's rattled their cages as they watched the action unfold. Mad Dog had sent Mika crashing into a row of empty chairs, smiling as her body collided awkwardly and she soon found herself laying on the floor with a heap of chairs on top of her.

Rhino smiled as he picked Yamato up over the top of his head. One of his hands cradled around her crotch and the other around her throat. With a sinister grin, he sent her stomach first on top of one of the security railings, bending her in half as the little firecracker cried in pain. Meanwhile Mika had been thrown over the security railings, landing next to the steel steps leading up to the ring.

Mad Dog grabbed her hair and stood her straight, bouncing her head off apron and repeating the dose on the cold steel steps. A trail of blood flew threw the air as Mika's forehead bounced off the steel steps, her topless body stumbling back into Mad Dog's waiting arms as he wrapped them around her waist from behind. He picked her up in the air, spreading her legs wide and slamming her crotch into his waiting knee with a vicious atomic drop.

As Mika stood with her hands between her legs. Mad Dog quickly jumped on top of the apron and launched himself in the air. His legs wrapped around her head in mid-air and as his back thudded on the floor, Mika was flung back first into the security railing, her head dangling on one side and her feet on the other. Mad Dog began a calculated assault on her breasts, chopping her hard with his palms till her chest turned red from the abuse.

Rhino sent a harsh knee into Yamato's crotch from behind before he scrapped her off the security railing. With a devious smile, he looked at the massive TV screen installed near the entrance ramp. He dragged Yamato to her feet and whipped her into the large glass expecting to hear cries of pain, instead Yamato reversed the move mid-way, sending Rhino's large body crashing through the screen instead. He lay on the other side unmoving as the glass shattered on impact, his large body flying through sending electrical sparks coursing through his body.

Yamato smiled at her handiwork before turning her attention to Mad Dog. She watched as Mika was still bent over the security railing taking hard chops to her breasts as Mad Dog's face light up with glee. She ran forward, using one of the chairs as a springboard to launch herself up into the air. Mad Dog felt his body uprooted from the ground and sent into a twirl in the air as Mika hit him with a ferocious kick, her nude body flying sailing over Mika as she winked at her before landing on her feet. Mika smiled as Yamato helped her to her feet, kissing her passionately as the two embraced. Unfortunately for them, Rhino had somehow recovered and they heard his loud yell and turned around. It was too late.

Much like Yamato, Rhino had launched his large 7-foot body into the air, his forearms smacking the jaws of the two women and drawing blood as he hit them with a double flying clothesline sending their bodies cartwheeling in the air. Mika and Yamato's back hit the hard floor as Rhino got up and dragged Mad Dog up to his feet. With a sinister smile, the two men grabbed the women and bought them to their feet before whipping them chest first into each other, laughing as they cried in pain.

As Rhino attempted to punch Yamato, Mika grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head out of the way, Rhino's large fist hitting nothing but air. Annoyed, Mad Dog kneed Mika in the crotch from behind and whipped Mika into the steel ring post, the prisoners wincing at the sound of her breasts colliding against the cold steel. Rhino sent Yamato crashing into the steel steps, the top of her head smashed into the steel, knocking half the steps to the floor as she laid on top of them. Her face pressed sideways.

Mika elbowed Mad Dog in the face as he attempted to smash into her back from behind and rushed to her partners aid. She saw as Rhino took to the air, his elbow aimed at the center of Yamato's back. Mika rushed in and pulled Yamato out of the way by her ankles. Unfortunately, Mad Dog recovered and drop kicked her in the center of her back, sending her crashing face first on to the steel steps instead with Rhino's primed elbow still hovering in the air.

Mika cried in pain as Rhino's elbow landed on the small of her back and Yamato fell to the floor getting stomped on by Mad Dog. Yamato grunted and winced as Mad Dog stomped her in the center of her chest, her wet nude body now covered in dirt and footprints. She watched as Rhino mockingly dry humped Mika who was still bent over the steel steps while raining furious forearms on her back.

With a loud yell, Yamato caught hold of Mad Dog's ankle and yanked him downward. Mad Dog cried in pain as the prisoners all around winced and squirmed at the sight of his balls smashing into the concrete, his body stuck in an unintentional split as he buried his fingers between his legs to numb the pain, tears rolling down his face as he cried in anguish. With Mad Dog out of the way, Yamato rushed towards Rhino. She jumped up, flipping around mid-air, letting her posterior crash into Rhino's back as he stumbled forward and hit the top of his head on the floor. His body stood upside down, balanced on his head before a furious kick from Yamato sent his back to the floor.

The two women smiled and stood hand in hand. Mad Dog sneaked up behind them and caught them by surprise with a double low-blow, sending the girl's to their knees. He smashed into Yamato's face with a brutal knee that bruised her left cheek, rendering her arms limp by her side before collapsing sideways onto the floor. Mad Dog pulled Mika to her feet by clawing her breasts and sent the small of her back crashing into the apron as he whipped her into the corner of the ring.

Grabbing a handful of Mika's crotch and throat, Mad Dog lifted her above his head before slamming her into the hard mat over the top rope and followed her inside. Meanwhile, Rhino got to his feet and smiled at the sight of Yamato's body laid out spread eagle on the floor. Bringing Yamato to her feet by her nipples, he smashed his large bald head into the center of her chest, leaving her winded and stumbling back. Grabbing her short hair, he beat her all the way towards the announcer tables, laying thick forearms into her toned back and the sides of her waist.

In the ring, Mad Dog had Mika on the ropes. Her breasts dangling over the second rope, Mika's head facing the empty arena chairs as Mad Dog's knee rested on her back. He had her choking on her arms, her biceps coiling across her throat as Mad Dog pulled her wrists from behind. From the corner of her eyes she saw Rhino smash Yamato's forehead into the announcer table, before standing up on the table.

He dragged Yamato up by her hair till she was on top and pinched her nipples hard before shoving her head between his thighs. Mika found herself stuck upside down in Mad Dog's arms, the top of her head hovering above the apron. Rhino had Yamato upside down on the announced table.

"Time to put you bitches to sleep!"

The men screamed and piledrove them. The top of Mika's head bounced on top of the apron and her body flew in the air, straight as an arrow before she collided face first with the floor. Yamato was put through the table, the top of her head smashing through the hard wood as it broke. The men staggered back exhausted, confident of their victory till they saw the two women were still conscious. Stunned and bewildered at their endurance, they stomped them in the stomach hard and bought them to their feet.

Rolling their battered bodies into the ring, Rhino and Mad Dog followed close behind and stood the women in the center, their bodies pressed against each other and their heads slumped on each other's shoulder. Mad Dog and Rhino ran towards the ropes and collided with Mika and Yamato, throwing their bodies into the women as they sandwiched them eliciting a huge groan of pain.

As the women fell to the mat, Mad Dog and Rhino made their way outside the ring, grabbing a throwing a couple of chairs over the top rope. When they went to climb inside, they looked on in shock as Mika and Yamato now stood on their feet, the steel chairs in their hands, at the ready.

The men darted in from opposite sides aiming to clothesline the women's faces into the mat. Rhino was stopped dead in his tracks with a brutal chair shot to his skull that sunk him to the mat with blood running down his face. Mad Dog ducked under Mika's swing and stopped behind her, bringing his momentum to a screeching halt. He yanked the chair from Mika's hands from behind her, flipping her around in the process. Mika felt cold steel cut into her forehead, blood running down her face as Mad Dog's sadistic chair shot rang around the empty arena. As Mika fell to the mat limp, Yamato smashed Mad Dog's face in with a brutal chair shot of her own, sending him to the mat. In a daze and on his back, Rhino somehow managed to grab a hold of a chair off the mat and threw it into Yamato's face, the cold steel bloodying her forehead, opening up a small cut.

The four of them lay on the mat, bloodied and staring at the ceiling, breathing hard. Slowly they moved, each of them rolling out of the ring slowly, grabbing a chair and rolling back in. They four of them stood in the center, staring each other down with a chair in hand. With a loud yell, they rushed towards each other and swung their chairs.

Every prisoner laughed hard in their cells as steel collided on steel, sending shockwaves through each of the combatant's hands causing them to drop their chairs and back away shaking their hands in pain. Mika ducked under an attempted clothesline from Mad Dog, rolling towards a chair and smacking him hard in the back with a chair shot. Yamato cried in pain as Rhino's chair shot bought her to her knees but Mika bailed her out of trouble with a chair shot to the back Rhino's thick skull. Mad Dog recovered and folded his chair, smashing the tip into Mika's crotch, bringing her down to one knee. Yamato recovered and grabbed a chair, swinging in arc catching Mad Dog's cheek as he went down.

The prisoners watched stunned as the teams exchanged hard chair shots to their bodies in a bloody and brutal test of endurance. The women and the men took and gave thunderous chair shots till finally the men fell, stunning the crowd into silence. Mika and Yamato had won.

Cheers and whistles engulfed the arena as Mika and Yamato hugged each other and kissed. A meek official scampered into the ring, his hands shaking as he felt up Mika and Yamato's gorgeous bodies tying the belt around their waists. Graffiti rained down from the rafters as the inmates cheered from their cells, having witnessed on heck of a match.

Mad Dog and Rhino were taken to the corner of the ring and came around again when smelling salts was dabbed in front of their noses. They stood up dejected and were almost out of the ring when Mika and Yamato stopped them and extended their hands for a handshake.

The four bloodied combatants stood in the center, shaking hands as the crowd cheered and more graffiti poured from the rafters.

The crowd cheered as Mika and Yamato struck their signature pose in the ring.

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For the first time in their title reign as tag team champions, they were actually excited about putting the gold on the line. They stood in their corners watching their opponents walk down the ramp. They would be going up against the veterans Prime Time, Boris the butcher and...

"Fic Lair? Seriously?," Mika quipped with a smile watching Yamato stand like a star struck 18-year old.

"What? so he has a stupid name, as if Boris the butcher is any better," Yamato sighed, her gaze stuck on the blocky, short man entering the ring. He entered by ducking down under the top rope, his rather oversized paunch brushing against the second rope.

"Really?," Mika shot back.

"Look at him! The old geyser looks like a proper perv, that grey hair, stupid beady eyes and those briefs! What the fuck is up with those briefs?"

Mika was right. Fic Lair suffered from late-80's grandpa brief-o-itis. His body was pale white and the grey hair all over his bare chest, made him look way older than he was. Fic Lair was in his late-50's but looked he belonged in a retirement home.

"Oh come on, looks aren't everything! He's the king of technique," Yamato watched her idol stretch and limber up with a goofy smile on his face. He looked towards her with his crooked teeth in full view. Yamato smiled back and gave him a small wink as the crowd cheered.

"Bullshit!," Mika protested.

"You know he's been carried this whole time by Boris, I mean look at him, so poster worthy!"

In stark contrast to his partner, Boris the butcher stood tall and wide. His large muscles flexed as he smiled at Mika, his pectorals beating out a morse code as Mika drew a heart symbol in the air to applause from the crowd.

"Oh come on! I could take this meathead any day, he's just a common brawler"

"Yeah?," Mika quipped with a raised eyebrow.

"How bout this? Let me take a crack at ol'granpa there and you have a go at Boris and we'll see who's stronger?"

"You're on!"

Yamato stepped into the ring, limbering up in her corner as Mika slapped the top turnbuckle to get the crowd behind them. The people responded with loud cheers. Prime Time did the same, Boris the butcher stepping over the top rope to enter the ring. He eyed Yamato like a snack, licking his lips at the thought of her body in his hands. She could barely see the tiny purple thong between his oversized thighs but she could see his probing, thick erection aching to break fee.

Mika slapped Yamato's butt with a smile as they kissed. Yamato made her way to the center and met Boris face-to-face, their bodies pressed against each other. With a loud laugh, Boris motioned for a test of strength. He slowly raised an arm in the air, his large palm hovering over Yamato's face, it's shadow engulfing it.

She locked her palms with his without a moment's hesitation. With a smile, he raised his second arm and as Yamato reached out to meet it, clobbered her with a hard forearm to the back.

Yamato went down to one knee, grimacing in pain. Her fingers were still locked in Boris' hand who promptly bent her arm behind her back. Yamato let her displeasure be known with a loud yell of pain as Boris twisted her arm behind her back.

Mika laughed as Boris grabbed Yamato by the hair, she knew what was coming next. Flipping her around, Boris laid into Yamato with thunderous forearms to her face, his muscular biceps bouncing off her cheeks as her head sprang left and right, little drops of sweat flying from her hair.

He finished off with a big punch to Yamato's toned abs that lifted her off her feet. Mika smiled as she watched her partner impaled on Boris' brutal fist, her body bent around his knuckles, her arms and legs hovering limp in the air. Mika was all too familiar with his work and she was getting a VIP view of the veteran at his best.

"What did I tell you Fic?," bellowed Boris, Yamato still stuck on his knuckles.

"I told you I had her ass, did I not?"

"Ufff! Fuck!," screamed Yamato as Boris threw her to the mat and stomped her hard in the center of her chest. She sat up from the impact, clutching her chest, screaming in pain.

"Yeah...yeah stop showing off and finish the job, will ya?," Fic screamed from the corner.

With a smile, Boris smacked his shin in the center of Yamato's back as everyone in the audience winced in pain. Mika laughed as her partner threw her head up and screamed when Boris repeated the dose.

"What do you think now? Think you can still take him?," Mika mused watching Boris grab Yamato's hair and pull her to her feet.

"Help..." muttered Yamato weakly watching Mika laugh. Boris slammed his knee between her legs so hard that Yamato's legs bent inward from the impact, her hands instinctively clutching her crotch to ease the pain.

With a sinister smile, Boris positioned himself behind Yamato, rubbing his massive erection between her ass cheeks. His palms grabbed a handful of Yamato's breasts from behind and squeezed, eliciting a groan of agony from Yamato. She watched her feet leave the mat as Boris lifted her over the top of his head before slamming her back to the mat hard. The boob-plex was one of his signature moves.

He placed a foot on the center of her chest in disdain as a referee rushed in for the count.

"1..." he counted, Boris saw Mika move from the corner of his eye.

"2..." Boris saw Mika enter the ring and rebound off the rope. He stood his ground. He was sure he could withstand anything she had to offer. His face contorted in shock as Mika's forearm smashed into his chest, the impact staggering him back. The crowd was stunned into silence, watching Boris stagger away releasing Yamato and breaking the count. No one in the league had managed to floor Boris with a clothesline. Could Mika do it?

Boris stood in the center of the ring, shaking his head, his feet unsteady. Mika rebound off the ropes and hit him with another clothesline, the impact even harder this time, almost knocking the giant off his feet. He staggered back again before a third clothesline finally bought him down.

He rolled away from Mika under the bottom rope and stood stunned next to the apron, watching as Mika soaked in the applause from the crowd, flexing her biceps. Over at his corner, Fic could not control his laughter.

"Shut up!," He screamed as Fic giggled and Boris stepped into the ring to face Mika.

She rolled Yamato to her corner and woke her up with slap to the face.

"Who...what?," Yamato exclaimed nearly unconscious as Mika pulled Yamato to her feet and ordered her to stand at her corner before walking back to the center of the ring. Mika stood proud, with her legs spread and hands on her hips. Boris walked up to her, pressing his body against hers.

In her head, Mika salivated at the thought of going toe to toe with The Butcher, a man she had idolized since she joined the business. She still had posters in her locker room of classic matches with Boris standing chest to chest with some of toughest women in the world. She couldn't believe that it was her turn now.

With a smile, Boris placed a palm at the back of her neck. Mika did the same. They bent down staring into each other's eyes, one knee bent in front of the other. Mika moaned silently as she felt her thigh brush against his, locked in a stare down with Boris The Butcher himself.

Boris was the first to move, jamming his thigh into her abdomen as Mika winced and knelt down. He clubbed her hard in the back with his thick forearm and when she arched her upper body from the impact, chopped her hard on the chest.

The chop echoed through the crowd as ooh's and aah's flooded the arena. As he attempted another chop, Mika caught his hand and twisted it behind his back quickly maneuvering her body behind him.

Boris yelled as his arm bent at the elbow, the back of his palms digging into his back as he desperately tried to grab Mika. She was impossible to catch, moving around nimbly on her feet while keeping Boris' arm locked behind him.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?," protested Boris as Mika's hand snaked into his tiny briefs. Her fingers slowly stroking the tip and her tongue slowly licking his ear.

Wrapping her palm around his mouth, Mika jumped up and locked her thighs around his waist from behind, her other hand still stroking his member. Boris let out a moan of agony as pain and pleasure coursed through his body. He fell to one knee, then the other as Mika squeezed, her thighs flexed and his waist flinching from the torturous squeeze.

Boris could not believe what was happening, he was being manhandled by a girl half his size. He watched as Fic laughed his ass off. Meanwhile, Mika and Yamato's eyes met, the two girls exchanging a smile as Mika's leg's squeezed and her hands jerked him off.

Willing himself to get up, Boris got to his feet with Mika still attached to her back and ran back, slamming Mika into the corner again and again till she released the hold with a yelp of pain.

He slugged her on the chest with a huge forearm that drove the wind out of Mika, emptying the air out of her lungs before he tagged Fic in. Boris held on to Mika in the corner, choking her till his partner came in. Fic sent a calculated elbow into Mika's abs, reducing her to her knees before grabbing her hair and shoving her head between his thighs.

Boris got out of the ring, still in disbelief at what he was put through. He egged Fic on as the old man squeezed the sides of Mika's head. She was stuck on her knees, staring down at the mat, her fingers desperately looking to pry open the hold while she felt Fic's thick erection pressed against the back of her neck.

"What do you say Mika? Give up?," The ref asked her, checking her for any signs of dizziness before he started the count.

"Hey! Aw! What the fuck!," Fic screamed as Mika bit him on the thigh.

"Hey ref! Can you ask this rabid dog not to bite? For fuck's sake..."

Fic squeezed hard, eliciting a groan of pain from Mika. Yamato cracked a smile watching her hero go to work, admiring his flawless technique. Without releasing the headscissor, he bent forward, balancing himself in the air by placing his palms on Mika's ass cheeks, bending her body back.

"This is awesome!," Yamato quipped before quieting down with a cute giggle as Mika shot her a look of rage.

He grinded his elbow between her legs, adding another avenue of pain to her body still on it's knees. The ref now got in Mika's face, probing her with questions as Mika battled the pain.

"I SAID NO! NOW WILL YOU FUCK OFF!?," Mika screamed as she willed herself to her feet. Fic still stuck on her back, wrapped his arms around Mika's waist, squeezing as hard as he could in vain. He knew what was coming next. Mika dropped to her ass, sending the top of Fic's head bouncing off the mat with an impromptu inverted piledriver.

Mika sat there for a while, massaging the sides of her head before blowing a kiss at Boris. The butcher smiled and watched impressed as Mika facesat Fic. She grinded her crotch against his lips, giving Yamato a sly grin and a flex of her biceps.

"You just wait and watch!," Yamato screamed with a giggle as Fic bought up his legs behind Mika and trapped her in a headscissor again.

"Oh shit! Not this again!," Mika screamed as Fic squeezed with all his might. Grabbing her arms from behind, he pulled Mika towards him till her back hit his stomach and her hips smacked against his chest. Mika screamed as Fic spread her legs as wide as they would go while squeezing her head.

"What do you say bubble butt?," said Fic as he watched Mika's ass jiggle when he spanked them.

"Give up?"

Mika grunted in pain as Fic clawed her inner thighs, still squeezing the sides of her head.

"Never!"

She screamed.

Fic let Mika slump face first to the mat in disdain before he got up and stomped her hard in the back. He dug his foot in between her shoulder blades and pulled her arms back. Mika screamed in agony as pain rushed through her back.

She saw Yamato smiling in the corner and slowly willed herself up to her knees. Fic surprised by her resistance dug his feet in deeper and pulled her arms back harder making her scream in pain. She got to one feet then the other, bearing the pain and getting to her feet.

Mika quickly ducked and rolled behind breaking his hold. Fic looked down to see Mika below him and her feet on his chest. The next thing he knew, he flew over her head, getting a good view of her apple bottoms before he fell to the mat, his nose squishing in to the hard material.

Mika grabbed his hair and pulled Fic to his feet and locked him into a front headlock. Whipping his arm over her head and placing one palm at the side of his hips, she suplexed his body hard behind her. Fic screamed as his back slammed on the mat but Mika wasn't done yet.

Without releasing the headlock, she dragged him to his feet. She picked him up and suplexed him hard again as the crowd went wild. Still not releasing him, Mika got him to his feet again and winked at Boris, who looked on impressed at her strength. Even Yamato clapped for her partner as she suplexed him a third time, finally releasing the hold and leaving him unmoving on the mat.

She got up and smacked her ass as the crowd applauded for her signature move. With a loud yell, Mika ran toward the ropes only to be stopped by Boris who sneaked behind her and pulled her twin ponytails.

He feigned ignorance and walked away as Mika rushed towards him, the referee getting involved to separate the two. In the confrontation, Mika had neglected Fic and that was going to cost her. She soon felt his large bicep bury between her legs as Fic low blowed her from behind.

As she grunted in pain and bent over with her hands between her legs, Fic clubbed her hard in the back. The impact made Mika stand right back up before Fic whipped her menacingly into the corner. Mika's chest crashed into the top turnbuckle as she screamed in pain.

With anger coursing through his veins, Fic grabbed a handful of Mika's crotch from behind and squeezed, lifting her legs up in the air and spreading them over the second rope. Yamato smiled as she watched Fic grab Mika's hair and bend her backward, shoving her head between his thighs till his balls pressed into her nose.

"She also called you a has been perv!" Yamato screamed from the corner and laughed.

"Yama, whaf tha fuf!" screamed Mika, Fic's balls pressed into her mouth as he squeezed. Her legs still spread over the second turnbuckle, Fic punched her hard in the stomach as he squeezed her head.

"A has been perv eh?," Fic quipped as he pulled Mika's top down, exposing her round breasts. The ref's eyes went wide at the sight of Mika's globes being assaulted by Fic as he raked them and twisted her nipples.

He let Mika slump to the floor, enjoying the sight of her rolling around in pain before he stomped her hard in the stomach, making her sit up. He tagged Boris in and pulled Mika to her feet by her hair. He locked her in a full nelson as Boris punched her in the sides, dropping Mika to her knees.

With a huge smiled, Boris assaulted Mika's chest with thunderous forearms. Yamato smacked the top turnbuckle, earning support from the crowd as Boris shoved Mika's head between his thighs. Wrapping his huge arms around her waist, he picked her up and sat Mika on his shoulders, her crotch in his face and her feet dangling on his back.

He powerbombed her to the mat but did not release the hold on her waist. He sat her up again and powerbombed her one more time as some of the crowd cheered for the veterans. He gave her one final powerbomb leaving Mika spread eagle on the mat, her legs spread and arms limp to the side.

With a sinister smile, he folded her legs up till her feet were at the side of her head and smacked her ass red before pressing his erection on her face and pinning her arms to the mat.

"1...," counted the ref as the crowd looked on.

"2...," Yamato and Fic entered the ring, both looking to protect their partner from the count. They clotheslined each other hard to the mat and lay squirming in pain.

"Thr..." The ref stopped the count mid-air as Mika by some miracle got one of her arms up and poked Boris in the eye. He fell back, rolling around the mat as Mika struggled to get to her feet, her head still dazed from the triple powerbomb.

Mika snapped out of it in the knick of time as Boris rushed towards her, she dropped to the mat, locking one of her arms into his as she flipped him over. Behind her, Fic moved to intervene but was stopped dead in his tracks by Yamato's beautiful behind slamming into his cheek and knocking him down.

The girls both signaled to the crowd and ran towards to the ropes before jumping up in the air and landing ass first on Prime Time's faces. Mika facesat Boris, bending her back and spreading his legs wide behind her. Yamato had Fic in a grapevine, spreading his legs with her ankles, her crotch grinding against his as she choked him.

The ref saw Prime Time's arms go limp and started the count to ten.

"1...2...3...4...5...," Boris' arm shot up in the air and twisted Mika's nipples as she screamed and rolled away in pain. Fic smashed his forehead into Yamato's, dazing her and shoving her off him.

The men threw the women out of the ring. Fic sending Yamato flying through the second rope and Boris picking Mika up over his head and throwing her out of the ring. Mika lay motionless on the concrete when she felt Boris' feet land on her stomach. Mika clutched her abs and cradled up from the pain.

At the other side of the ring, Yamato was sent headfirst into the steel steps. Meanwhile Boris grabbed Mika's twin ponytails and dragged the side of her head against the apron. Yamato screamed as Fic kneed her in the stomach. He grabbed her hair and whipped her into the security railings. He placed a foot deep into her stomach and threaded her wrists through the openings in the railings, pulling her arms towards him as Yamato screamed in pain.

Over at the other side of the ring, Mika grunted in pain as Boris speared her back into the apron. Her tailbone smashing into the corner as she screamed in pain. As Boris drove another shoulder into her mid-section, Mika bore the pain and dropped him to the floor with a hard elbow to the center of his back.

As he slumped to the floor, Mika stomped him in the back. Yamato kicked Fic in the chin to break the hold. As he staggered back, Yamato dropkicked him in the chest. Fic's body was flung back into the apron, he slumped ass first to the floor before she nailed him with a hard chop to his chest.

Mika had Boris reeling from a powerbomb to the concrete floor, without releasing her hold on his waist, she picked him up and powerbombed him again. His arms were limp by his sides when Mika picked him up again and powerbombed him one final time. One of her hands rubbed his erection through his briefs, while the other choked him across the throat.

Boris moaned as Mika picked him up by his throat, her other hand still jerking him off. She kissed him passionately before rolling his body into the ring. Yamato rolled Fic in through the other side as the girls left the men spread eagle in the center.

They mockingly placed a foot on their chests as the ref started the three count. Mika and Yamato sighed as Prime Time pushed their legs away at one.

Sweat ran down their bodies as they stood towering over the two men, hands on their hips and breathing hard. With a loud smack of their ass cheeks, they signaled their finisher. Wrapping her arms around Yamato's waist from behind, Mika picked her up in the air and used her ass like a hammer as she smashed it into Fic's face with brutal impact. Yamato moaned as his spit accumulated between her ass cheeks. Mika jumped up high in the air, spread her legs wide and landed ass first on Boris' face.

The girl's grinded their crotches on the men's faces as the ref started the count.

"1...2...3!," Another successful title defense. Mika and Yamato had notched up another victory. Mika and Yamato waited as the ring crew bought Fic and Boris back to consciousness and rushed over. Mika pinned Boris back in the corner, planting a deep kiss on his lips.

"I want to fight you nude in a private hardcore match," Mika whispered in Boris' ear.

He smiled and pulled her hair, bending her head back.

"We'll fight, we'll bleed and then we'll fuck!" Boris whispered in Mika's ear as she moaned.

"I'm gueffing youph wanth me for somefing as well?," Fic blurted out, his head buried between Yamato's breasts. She giggled and whispered something in his ear before kissing him passionately.

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Her eyes lit up like stars as she stepped foot on the steel ramp.

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The massive stadium that surrounded Rainbow Mika was where the first stars of Intergender Hardcore Wrestling emerged. Surefist Betty, Slick Luther, Radiant Sylvie and many more men and women who had left their mark on the hardcore league's history, got their starts here. There was a name on that list of people that Mika had wanted to fight for the longest time and he was standing right in front of her.

Boris the butcher stood nude in the center of the oversized ring. His large 7-foot tall frame was wide and imposing. His muscles were chiseled like the greek gods, his proud chest puffed. He scratched his beard and smiled watching Mika make her way to the ring. This starstruck bubble butt had surprised him in their last match, no woman in the league had managed to even pick him up, let alone give him three powerbombs in a row.

He smiled thinking of the audacity that this girl possessed, using one of his own signature moves against him. If he was to see victory in this bout, he would need to use his strength to nullify hers. It was going to be an interesting fight.

Mika matched his smile as she walked up the steel steps, they were surrounded by darkness with only a lone spotlight shining brightly on the ring from above. Their oiled bodies glistened under the harsh lights as Mika limbered up on the apron.

They smiled, their eyes locked on each other. Mika placed a foot in the ring, her legs parted over the second rope. Mika's eyes went wide with shock as she saw Boris move, his hands wrapping around the rope. She braced herself for what was coming.

With a violent yank, Boris crotched Mika on the rope. She threw her head up in pain as the tough rope grinded between her legs, scratching against her inner thighs, turning her skin red. After a few more tugs, Boris stopped and let Mika lay spread out on the ropes. He saw the strands of her hair move, soft breaths escaping her lips. Mika's cheek rested on the rope, her arms dangling at either side.

Boris lay into Mika with thunderous forearms to her back, each brutal impact eliciting a loud grunt from her. He grabbed her twin ponytails, dragging her into the ring and smashing her forehead into the top turnbuckle in the corner. Mika's body rested chest first on the turnbuckles, her arms dangling over either side of the top rope and her back facing Boris who licked his lips with a sinister grin.

Threading her arms between the top two ropes, he yanked her arms back pouring immense pressure on her chest as Mika's breasts pressed into the top turnbuckle. She howled as Boris began stomping her, his large feet smashing into the center of her back with brutal ferocity.

He finished his assault with a hard fist between her legs, smiling as he watched her slump to her knees. Boris raked her back, his fingernails wreaking havoc as Mika threw her head up and screamed. Her hands held on to the second rope, Mika's grip tightening as Boris' fingernails made their way from the back of her neck to the tailbone. Instinctively, her back arched, caving in to the pain as she screamed on her knees.

Elsewhere in the arena, two nude bodies collided on a purple wrestling mat. Yamato moaned, her breasts pressed against Fic's hairy, white chest. Their nipples rubbing against each other as they kissed. Their tongues danced, matching the rhythm of their hips as they grinded against one another, his thick shaft nestled between her legs.

Their wrists were locked on the small of each other's backs, their muscles bulging as they squeezed each other in a bearhug. Yamato threw her head up and moaned at a particularly tight squeeze, Fic's head now drooped on her shoulder, his white hair brushing against her cheek and his tongue salivating over her nipples. Their oiled bodies glistened under the dull gym lights.

Yamato moaned even louder when she felt his large shaft sneak in, playfully rubbing against her labia before thrusting in with force. He fucked her hard as they stood there, his pelvis smacking against her hips, making her apple bottoms jiggle.

Sweat flew off Mika's body as Boris' palm smacked into her skin, turning it red. He chopped her without mercy, loud, thunderous smacks that had her screaming in agony. Still stuck in the corner, her back now rested on the top turnbuckle. Mika threw her head up and screamed as another chop landed on her breasts, his stinging palm strikes leaving her wincing.

When he finally stopped, Mika collapsed to the mat. Boris circled around her body, his hand moving up and down his large erection as he watched her lay there. He pressed her cheek into the mat, his large foot resting on the side of her head as he began the count.

"1...2...Thr..."

With a loud yell, Mika grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. The soft tissue of his skin melting into her hands. He screamed in agony, pulling at her hand with all his might to release the hold. He finally got free with a hard stomp to her back, leaving Mika wincing on the mat as he stumbled back, holding on to his jewels.

He rested against the ropes, writhing in agony as Boris watched Mika slowly get up. She stood unsteady, her body still reeling from the punishment. With fury erupting on her face, Mika charged at him aiming to take him over the top rope, to the floor below. As her bicep collided on his throat, he wrapped his arm around her waist grabbing on to her as they both rolled over the rope and fell to the harsh concrete below.

Mika's back collided with a dull thud on the unforgiving floor. Her upper body arched on impact, her fists closed in a violent grasp as she rolled over on her elbows battling the pain. She got to her knees, slowly getting up only to be brought down again with a brutal chop to her chest.

Mika rolled around on the floor in agony as searing pain engulfed her chest, leaving her coughing and wheezing. Rolling Mika over to her back with his foot, Boris parted her legs, fuming with anger and stomped her hard in the crotch. As Mika rolled around again, her hands tucked in between her legs, Boris yanked Mika to her feet by her hair and sent her head fist into the steel steps.

Mika's head bounced off the unforgiving steel with a loud bang. She collapsed on top of them, her arms limp by her side and her back to Boris.

Yamato found herself inching closer to an orgasm from the savage fucking at Fic's hands. Her grip on his back had loosened long ago, her body taken over by ecstasy as Fic fucked her in a standing missionary. His thick phallus disappeared deeper between her legs with each violent thrust, his hands squeezing her back.

Yamato winced with both pain and pleasure, seconds away from an earth shattering orgasm before Fic smiled and pulled away. Yamato collapsed to her knees, her hands feverishly stroking her labia, her head thrown up in pleasure, her fingers looking to eek out what had been so close a moment ago.

Fic slowly walked towards her, his eyes locked on her muscular, wet body. He stroked his shaft before inserting it into Yamato's mouth, pushing it deep as he wrapped his thighs around her head. He squeezed and pushed deeper into her mouth. Fic bent his body back a little, his hands now resting on her breasts and his fingers rubbing against the tip of her nipples as Yamato moaned.

He squeezed again, pushing his phallus in deeper till his balls smacked against Yamato's chin. Yamato soon found herself on the verge of unconsciousness, her eyes fluttering as ecstasy wrecked her body. With a loud yell, Fic unleashed his seed into her mouth as Yamato matched his intensity with a loud orgasm. She choked and gagged on his shaft before slowly passing out, her lower body convulsing and squirming from an intense release.

Mika screamed in pain as a brutal chair shot rang through the empty stadium. Cold steel smashed into her back as Mika yelled, gritting her teeth against the pain. Boris gave her one more for good measure before throwing the chair in the ring and rolling Mika in below the bottom rope.

Mika lay there, spread eagle, her arms and legs wide. Her breasts heaved from exhaustion, soft breaths escaping her lips when she felt Boris' knuckle grab a handful of her hair. Her vision hazy, she could see the blurred out outline of a chair resting between the top and middle turnbuckle in the corner.

The top of her head smashed into the chair as Mika collapsed to her knees. Her cheek rested on the middle turnbuckle, her arms dangling by her side when Boris smashed her head into the chair again. He did it one more time before releasing his hold on her hair, sending Mika tumbling back into the mat, holding on to her forehead.

Mika sat up when Boris stomped her hard in the stomach and followed it up with a huge forearm to her cheek that snapped her head to one side, spit flying out of her mouth. He chopped her hard in the chest again, sending her back down to the mat, wincing in pain. Her wrists covering up her breasts.

With a wicked smile, Boris pried her hands away and stomped her hard in the center of her chest, leaving Mika coughing and wheezing as she rolled around on the mat. Boris pulled Mika to her feet and picked her up in the air, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

Mika felt his knee bury deep between legs as he bought her down on it for a vicious atomic drop. She stood there as he let her go, her legs bent from the impact, her knees touching each other and her hands covering her crotch. He reduced Mika to her knees with a violent shin on her back. Mika threw her head up in pain, her body arched instinctively to spread the impact of the brutal blow.

He smacked Mika's cheek on the mat with a brutal kick to the side of her head, sending her crashing down face first into the mat. He stomped her in the back, satisfied at her meek grunt of pain as he made his way to the corner. Mika struggled to keep her eyes open, her vision blacked in and out as she watched him climb the bottom turnbuckle. She slowly willed herself up, clearing her head by slapping herself, slowly making it to her knees.

He had reached the middle turnbuckle when Mika got up unsteady on her feet. With a loud yell, she rushed him down, raining hard forearms into his back, stopping him in his tracks. Mika punched him hard in the balls, leaving Boris screaming in pain and smashed his forehead into the top turnbuckle.

Climbing up behind him, she pressed her nude body against his. Her breasts pressed on his back and her feet nestling his, bent at the knee and steady on the second rope. Mika wrapped her strong arms around his waist aiming to send him flying over the top of her head. Instead, she threw her head up and screamed as pain shot through her back. She had taken far too much punishment. Baring the pain and pushing on, she tried again only to scream and collapse to the mat below. Sensing opportunity, Boris let go of the top rope, falling with her and landing on top of her as Mika's back crashed into the mat.

Yamato's eyes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness. Fic circled around her like a vulture, her muscular body laid out on an exercise bench. Yamato's arms dangled from either side as her toes scraped against the floor. Her cheek lay flush on the bench, her back to Fic, who spread his legs and sat down behind her, tugging at his phallus.

Yamato's head sprang up, her eyes wide in shock when she felt Fic enter her ass. He pinned her face to the bench again with his palm, her cheek smashing into the tough leather. Fic took her ass hard. His thrusts loud and violent as Yamato screamed in pleasure. She sucked on his fingers, dangling at the side of her face, his palm resting on the side of her head, keeping her pinned down as he fucked her hard.

Yamato moaned as she felt his knuckles grind on her tailbone, Fic's fist rotating against her skin. Without warning he fell on top of her, wrapping his arms and legs around the bench for support as he squeezed her body into the tough leather. Yamato screamed with each squeeze, Fic's savage, panting breaths blowing across her cheek. He coiled around her like a snake, squeezing and fucking her with intensity. Yamato's screams echoed through the empty gym room.

His fingers raked her back as Fic sat up, his pelvis still thrusting into her ass with rough intensity. With a yank on her short hair, Fic pulled her upper body towards him till her back smacked against his chest. He continued with his savage thrusts, locking Yamato into a reverse headlock, bending her body like the side of a hourglass, her hips pounded by Fic's pelvis and her legs dangling behind him.

Yamato's eyes stared at the ceiling as Fic squeezed and fucked. Her breaths matching the intensity of thrusting. She moaned as Fic raked her stomach, his fingers charting the course through her six-pack abs before making it to her breasts. Yamato screamed as Fic's rough skin stimulated her nipples, his fingers dancing around the tip bringing her closer to another orgasm.

Their combined yell filled the room as Fic unloaded deep within her, Yamato's eyes fluttering again, her hips still gyrating and convulsing on his thick shaft. He yanked her off the bench and threw her on the wrestling mat, getting himself hard by watching Yamato's hands explore her entire body as if for the first time. She smiled and bit her lips, her finger calling him. Yamato giggled as he jumped on top of her, locking into another kiss briefly before spreading her arms and legs wide with a grapevine.

Mika screamed as Boris sent her crashing into the security railing, her thick body landing sideways as her back smacked into the unforgiving steel. She yelled as she slumped to the floor, barely making it to her knees before her back collided with steel again courtesy of hard kick to her stomach.

Mika slumped to the floor, on her side and breathing hard when Boris yanked Mika to her feet. Her head bounced off the hard teakwood as Boris sent her forehead into the empty announcer table. Clearing the table of the inactive monitors, he got up on it and dragged Mika by her hair with him.

Mika felt his massive erection on the back of her neck as he jammed her head between his thighs. He wrapped his massive arms around her waist, picking her up to a sitting position on his shoulders. Mika's legs dangling on his back.

"N-NOOOO!"

Mika screamed as he tried to powerbomb her. In desperation, her thighs tightened around his head, giving him a violent squeeze as Boris was reduced to one knee. Baring the pain, Boris punched Mika hard in the stomach again and again, brutal fists bruising her skin till Mika let go. He got her up to a seated position again, looking to powerbomb her through the table.

When he let her go, Mika grabbed on to the back of his head, her palms locking on to the back of his neck as she straightened her body in mid-air. Mika spread her legs wide in the air, countering the powerbomb with a face buster as she landed ass first on the floor and Boris' face went through the table with savage impact.

Blood poured from his forehead as Boris lay unmoving on the floor, his breaths kicking up dirt around his face. Mika lay a few feet away from him, pain ravaging her hips from the rough impact. She slowly got up to a sitting position, her legs still spread beneath her and her arms limp by her side. She breathed hard and deep as her chests heaved to match her rhythm.

She enjoyed a few moments of reprieve, her body finally catching a break from the brutal punishment. Boris the butcher had truly lived up to his name. He now lay unmoving on his face however as Mika slowly got up, still wary of the beast. She stomped him hard in the back to a small wince of pain at first but as her kicks picked up in intensity so did his scream. He was yelling at the top of his lungs when Mika stomped in the small of his back, throwing his head up for scream.

Mika yanked him to his feet and sent the top of his head into the security railing. The impact bending the steel bars in the shape of his head. With a rough squeeze on his balls that had him screaming in pain, Mika flipped him over to the other side. She grabbed a chair, folding it in her hands and nearly cracked his skull open with a brutal chair shot.

Boris' back hit the concrete hard from the impact of the chair shot. It sent his body crashing to the ground, the back of his head hitting first, followed by the rest of his large body. Mika wasn't done yet. She trapped his erection between the chair when Mika snapped it shut on his cock. Boris bounced around on his ass, tears running down his eyes as his hands cupped his phallus.

Mika set up two chairs facing each other on the floor, she smiled as she heard Boris' screams of agony behind her. Mika wrapped her arm around his head, locking his cheek to the side of her waist. She jumped up in the air, her legs spread wide and aiming to smash his head into the chair.

Boris wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her around in mid-air, changing her trajectory and sending her crotch first into the security railing. Mika screamed in pain before collapsing on the railing, cold steel between her breasts, her arms and legs spread on either side.

Boris moved slowly, rolling his body around till he made it to his knees. The pain in his balls was unmeasurable and his head felt heavy, dictating the movement of his body as it ached not to fall behind. He slowly got to his feet, carefully watching Mika for any signs of movement, her body still spread on the steel railing.

He ran forward, using the railing as a platform to launch himself in the air. He grabbed Mika's hair and pulled her body towards the chair, sending her cheek crashing into the two chairs she had set up for a brutal face buster. The chairs gave way as Mika's cheek smashed into the steel, Boris rolling away in pain from the brutal impact of his hips on the concrete floor. He slowly got up, his hands cupped around his ass trying to soothe the pain.

He nearly fell to his knees the moment he got on his feet, the aching in his balls still not subsiding. He watched Mika lay there, her eyes closed, her arms pinned beneath her own chest, her fingers brushing against her inner thighs. Her legs were spread behind her, Mika's feet slowly tapping the ground, trying to find a way to get up before settling back down.

Blood poured from her nostrils as Boris yanked Mika to her feet and sent her over the other side of the railing. He rolled her into the ring, her body moving purely by his inertia till it lay in the center of the ring. He jumped on top of her and hooked her leg.

"O-o-one...," He stammered, his hands smacking on the mat with barely any energy.

"T-t-wo...," He continued, taking heavy breaths between each count, slowing it down even more.

"T-t-thr..." Mika's hand shot up, her body finding some energy from someplace as Boris fell back with a shocked look on his face. His eyes were open wide as he stared at Mika slowly rolling over and crawling towards the ropes to get up. Boris began attacking her with hard forearms to her back as she pulled on the ropes to get up, bearing thunderous blows to her back as she slowly made it to her feet. In desperation, he chopped Mika hard on her breasts but she bore the pain and responded with a hard chop of his own.

Sweat and spit flew off his face as Mika pounded him with hard forearms sending him staggering back into the center of the ring. She rebound off the ropes, smacking into his chest with her biceps for a brutal clothesline. It stumbled the giant but wasn't enough to bring him down. She rebound off the ropes again, putting every ounce of power she had left into another clothesline but it only reduced the exhausted giant to one knee. Mika rebound off the ropes once again, her arm flying through the air, sure to hit her target until Boris suddenly got up and floored her with a clothesline of his own.

Boris fell face first into the mat sending Mika's body twirling in a circle before her face hit the mat. For a while, both of them just lay there breathing hard until Boris slowly started to stir. He flipped Mika over to her back and covered her. His head rested in between Mika's breasts as he began the count.

"1..2..thr.."

Mika's hand shot up again as Boris collapsed from exhaustion, the back of his head now resting on her six-pack abs, his eyes staring at the ceiling wondering what he would have to do to keep this girl down.

Yamato moaned as Fic straddled her chest, his thick shaft snaking its way into her mouth once again as his hips rested flush on Yamato's breasts. He pinned her wrists over the top of her head as he knelt forward and face fucked her hard. The sounds of Yamato gagging and choking filled the room as Fic assaulted her throat with violent thrusts. Yamato arched her back, spreading her legs and trying to push him off but Fic just pumped her mouth harder.

Yamato struggled, gagging to keep his thick shaft down, spit running down her breasts. Fic stimulated her labia with his fingers, drawing moans of ecstasy in between the sloppy gagging. He finally came with a deep thrust, his seed overflowing from the side of her mouth as he got up. He got hard again watching Yamato orgasm, her fingers stroking between her legs in a frenzy till she convulsed in pleasure.

She smiled as Fic's hands grabbed her hair and pinned her cheek against the wall and he took her hard from behind.

Mika's back thudded into the mat with brutal intensity as Boris power bombed her. Without letting his grip loose, he picked her again before smashing her to the mat for another brutal powerbomb. Mika barely whimpered, too tired and exhausted to scream anymore. He picked her up a third time for his signature triple powerbomb but suddenly fell to one knee as Mika's thighs clamped around his head.

The veins in his forehead bulged from the pressure as Mika squeezed. Boris buried a fist deep into Mika's stomach, causing her to loosen her hold and he picked her up again for the third powerbomb. This time Mika countered in mid-air, swinging her body around, her arms locked around his head as she used her natural forward momentum to deliver a devastating DDT.

Boris' head buried deep into the mat, squishing his nose and bloodying it. Without wasting any time, Mika rolled Boris over and crawled towards the corner, picking herself up to her feet using the ropes and climbing to the top turnbuckle. Boris slowly stirred behind her, getting to his feet and stopping Mika in her tracks with a furious forearms. He pushed Mika off the top rope, watching as her body sailed through the air and crashed into the announcer table.

Boris slowly rolled under the bottom rope, grabbing Mika from under the wreckage and rolling her into the ring and jumping on top of her for a pin.

"1.."

Boris fell back in shock as Mika's hand shot up again, this time even before a two count. He had fought countless women who would have given up by now but here she was, still struggling to get to her feet. Halting her advance with a brutal elbow to her back, Boris picked her up and took her to the corner, raining stinging forearms down on her body.

Boris spread her legs on either side of the second rope, her ass resting on the second turnbuckle. He kneed her hard in the crotch and as she yelped in pain, chopped her breasts. Boris climbed up, grabbing Mika's hair and dragging her to the top of the turnbuckle, the two of them balanced on unsteady legs. Boris threw her arm up over his shoulder, locking her head to his side in a headlock and smacking her ass hard before sending her body flying over the top of his head.

Mika countered once again, waiting till her legs flipped over his head and balancing her body by placing her arms on his chest and dragging him down to the mat by lodging his face between her ass cheeks. The back of Boris' head smashed into the mat, Mika's ass squishing his face in as blood accumulated between her ass cheeks.

Mika rolled around his body, hooking his leg and counting.

"1...2...3!"

Mika collapsed on top of Boris, the two nude bodies lay there breathing hard. It was finally over.

When he woke up, Boris found himself nude in bed. He found Mika's cheek resting on her chest, her eyes closed in deep sleep, her arms cradled around his waist and her wet body covered in sweat. He smiled as he found his shaft between her legs, his load stained the satin bedsheets. He guessed she had helped herself to a few orgasms without waiting for him to regain consciousness. He kissed her softly on her forehead as she moved, biting her lips with a smile when she saw him awake. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

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[baller2242]

Very much enjoying these stories and appreciative of the artwork!

Thank you so much Baller. The artwork is from DeviantArt, the ones that I am using are from [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] and [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]