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Old 01-Dec-21, 17:27
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Default Re: Aereon vs Scott: Competitive Amateur Pro Wrestling

Scott watched Aereon strut out of the green room.

A tiny, lime green thong adorned her waist. Perhaps thread bare would have been an accurate description. The undergarment was held together by G-strings, with the only sizeable patch of garment reserved for the shape of her labia. A thin string separated her apple bottoms, all shiny with oil.

Scott's gaze then ran up to her hard six-pack abdomen, tightly packed and woven with muscle. Her breasts were free, round and firm. The muscles in her back flexed with ambition, pushing up against her oiled ebony skin and her dreadlocks were tied neatly into a bun.

Her jawline was strong and her eyes green. She wiggled her sharp nose and a flirtatious smile beamed on her full, red lips. Scott's eyes studied her thick, shredded legs as she walked towards the ring.

With Alexis and Chuck gone for the weekend, their willingness to test each other in a no-holds barred 'I Quit' match became top priority. Fresh victories over Alexis and Chuck had wet their appetite, both were willing to add one more to their record.

Aereon jumped up to the canvas, letting her black, sports shoes thud into the apron. Black elbow and knee guards completed her ensemble.

Scott stood in the ring with his Puma mask on and small, purple briefs matched with black boots. He had picked up some muscle over the last few months and looked burlier than usual.

"YOU READY FOR THIS?," asked Aereon standing on the apron, about to step into the ring. She flexed her biceps.

"Bring it on!" said Scott with a smile.

Before she could step in, Scott ran towards Aereon and drop kicked her hard in the chest.

Aereon's back hit the concrete floor with a loud, squishy thud and she let out a scream of pain. Scott jumped down and took his time to admire the view, circling around his prey as he thought about his next move. He watched her squirm and roll around, then slowly try to get up. He put a stop to that with a loud stomp on her back.

A few more stomps pinned her cheek to the floor. He watched as she winced and rolled sideways. Then he kicked her hard in the stomach.

Aereon doubled over from the ferocity of the blow with her eyes open wide and coughing for air. He grabbed her dreadlocks and pulled her up to her feet and a loud, fleshy slap to her tits rang through the makeshift warehouse. Aereon's wail reached the ceiling when he chopped her again.

Scott wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. Then, with a sinister smile on his face, ran into the steel ring post. He stopped a few inches before the post, throwing Aereon back first into unforgiving steel. Aereon's glutes bounced on the hard floor and she came to a stop with her back resting on the cold steel. She understood then, this was going to be a bloody, brutal fight and seemingly on cue, Scott grabbed her dreadlocks and pulled her up.

Her forehead smacked into the apron and Aereon stayed there, bent over, when he did it again. With a hand on her cheek and another cupping her crotch, Scott laid into her stomach with hard knees that tested the muscles of her six-pack. Her abdomen curved with each impact, pulling itself in and tightening the muscles to absorb the blows.

The fight had barely started and Scott had unleashed absolute tyranny on her body. Aereon feared for what was to come.

He flipped her around and reddened her ebony chest with another hard, echo-ey chop and then wrapped a hand around the throat. Scott pressed her back into the canvas with her face resting just below the bottom rope, and grabbed a handful of her pussy and squeezed as hard as he could.

Aereon let out a stifled scream, nearly sobbing at the pain between her legs.

"What do ya say babe?," said Scott with a smile. "You wanna quit?"
"FUCK YOU!" screamed Aereon and smashed her forehead into his nose.

Scott fell to his knees, holding on to his bloody nose that sprayed the red liquid over his mask.

A hard knee to his chin, whipped his head up straight and a shin to his chest floored Scott, leaving him coughing and gasping for air. Soon, Aereon grabbed and split his legs. Then a hard stomp to the groin, left him screaming in pain.

In another wrestling ring, some distance from the AA warehouse, Alexis warmed up for her fight with The Great Blizzard aka Rob Murphy. The 7"2 behemoth of a man, was a wrestling superstar and known for his violent matches in the intergender wrestling league. He had left a line of battered women in his wake and the championship belt was now around his waist.

Alexis had answered his call for a hardcore match. She knew it was suicide. She could hear the screams of the women that he had beaten echo in the empty arena and the grizzly tales of what happened after drove her even more paranoid. She was either going to be a submissive fuck doll in the night or the dominant mistress. Either way, she was excited to find out.

"You got this Alexis!," screamed the lone spectator sitting on a seat in the empty arena. Alexis blew Chuck a kiss and gave him a bright smile. Her bright, blue eyes sparkled with energy. She stood in the ring, using the ropes to warm herself up, bending and stretching her glittering body. The muscles on her back rippled on her ivory skin and her legs swelled with intensity.

As was customary for the AA girls, she had oiled herself up and Chuck admired the view of her shapely breasts heaving as Alexis warmed up. The tips of her long, blonde hair brushed against her wonderous glutes, separated by a tiny red string of her thong. A shape of a heart adorned her pussy lips, surround by patterns of flowers woven in to the satin cloth. The semi-transparent fabric left nothing to the imagination.

Alexis' hard six-pack abs posed for the camera, flexing on her skin when she ran from one side of the ropes to the next. She showed off her white elbow guards while stretching her arms and the white knee guards took the spotlight when she cranked her ankles. Her white sports shoes thudded on the mat as she jumped up and down.

Backstage Kalia Simone played host to another warmup routine, one involving her husband. The Great Blizzard moaned his approval as she ran her fingers, playfully down his spine. Her soft lips pecked his shoulder blades and he threw his head up with a smile.

It had been 10 years since he won her in a hard-fought fight and he hadn't stopped loving her since. The Blizzard remembered the beating they gave each other till finally he emerged victorious. He had fucked her hard that day and had fucked her hard every night since then.

"Promise me," Kalia whispered into his ear and ran her fingers through his black hair. Her 6"11 body was nearly as tall as his and nearly as spectacular. Full figured and muscled, his mistress had fought tooth and nail in their bitter fight, giving him a beating he would never forget. The ferocious hellcat was conquered that day but not without pain.

She lovingly scratched his thighs and then her hand reached into his silver and blue briefs.

Kalia stroked his stiff erection gently, taking time in running her fingers up and down the length of his phallus.

"Promise me," She whispered again. "Promise me you will wreck her in the ring...and then wreck me in bed"

Blizzard moaned his approval and Kalia's strokes increased in their intensity.

As he moaned in ecstasy, Kalia's lips travelled the length of his spine, making their way to the back of his neck before softly nibbling on his ear. She bent his torso down gently till his forehead touched the wall and stroked his hard cock fervently.

Near his climax, Blizzard reached behind him and squeezed Kalia's ass cheeks as hard as he could. Recognising the signal, Kalia rushed to his front and knelt down, gently engulfing his aching erection. A pulsating orgasm filled her mouth and Kalia gulped it down. Blizzard grabbed Kalia's short blonde hair and pulled her up to her feet. He pushed her hard into the wall and kissed her.

"Watch Out!" screamed Chuck from his seat but it was already too late. The large mountainous forearm had already collided with Alexis' back. She winced and grunted as another hit her spine, then one more sunk Alexis to her knees. Blizzard had run in unannounced while she was stretching.

"Fucking Cheater!" screamed Chuck, nearly out of his chair.

Then he noticed a woman walking towards him. She was nude and incredibly tall with long legs that were as thick as they were ripped. Her body looked like it was carved out of stone by one of the Greek gods, with wide hips and toned abs with sinewy pockets of muscle.

Her chest was sober and her nipples hard. She had really short blonde hair, with a thick patch in the centre that was spiked and slowly tapered off into the sides and back. Her blue eyes were calm and weirdly meditative. Kalia Simone was as exotic as he name and she knew it.

Chuck sat speechless as the dusky temptress walked up to him.

"Excuse me?," She asked politely. "Is this seat taken?" She pointed to the chair beside Chuck. He just shook his head.

In the ring, Alexis was being choked on the ropes. Her breasts swayed with each fist that landed on her back. She was on her knees with her throat placed on the middle rope. She ate hard fists to the centre of her spine, each blow more ferocious than the last.

"You suck!" screamed Chuck from ringside before being distracted by the nude amazon sitting beside him. Kalia's eyes met his and he felt hypnotised. He shrugged it off and turned his attention back to the fight, causing her to elicit a cheeky laugh.

Desperate, Alexis shot out her foot behind her, catching her large tormentor with a mule kick to the balls. The Blizzard went down in a heap.

"Hell yeah! Get him Alexis!" Chuck yelled his support from the sides.

Back at the AA warehouse, Scott's shoulder rammed into the steel steps after being whipped savagely by Aereon. He knocked off the top of the steel steps and took its place, laid out on the cold steel. Aereon smiled and admired her handiwork, then she noticed a steel chair.

Scott couldn't believe that the pain running through his body was possible, he just did his part and screamed at the top of his lungs as Aereon smacked the chair into his ankle again. Another hard chair shot to his ankle, sandwiched his leg between the steel steps and the chair and Aereon grinded the rail of the chair into his ankle. Scott nearly cried from the pain.

Aereon slowly climbed up the steel steps, placing a foot on Scott's chest and staring at him with a devious smile.

"You know what's coming right?" She asked softly.

Scott nodded and braced himself.

The steel chair collided on his forehead and the shot echoed through the warehouse. So did his scream. He screamed again when Aereon pinned his arm with her foot and slammed the chair down on his skull. She did it one more time, bursting Scott open and watching the blood trickling down his face with a smile.

Aereon lifted his head up by grabbing the eyeholes in his mask.

"Y-you know that there is-" Scott paused for a cough. "N-No coming back from this!"

Aereon nodded.

"G-good..." said Scott. "J-just making sure!"

Aereon let out a loud scream and looked down to see Scott's ankle between her legs. As she stood with her hands between her legs, Scott grabbed the vacant chair and smashed it into her forehead.

It took a second but Aereon eventually tipped over and fell on the floor. Aereon's legs folded over her chest and her shapely posterior now stared Scott in the face. He stood there with blood running down his head and a smile on his lips. The chair was now in his hands.

To be continued in Part 2
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Old 04-Dec-21, 07:05
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"Well, it looks like your friend has a little fight in her," smiled Kalia. Chuck struggled to take his eyes off her nude body. Kalia welcomed the attention.

"Alexis is a certified spitfire," He blurted out, cheering her on as she pushed her giant opponent into one corner. Using the ropes as leverage, she climbed up and began raining down hard fists on The Blizzard's face.

"You really think a few punches will stop my husband?," Kalia crooned with a smile.

"Oh she's got more than punches in her arsenal," Chuck spoke, still shouting his support for his fellow AA fighter.

"We'll see," Kalia said.

Annoyed by her punches, the tall and wide, giant of a man pushed Alexis off him and she landed hard on the mat. Alexis winced, grunting as she rolled around and looked behind her to see the Blizzard still shaking the cobwebs off. Realising she can't let him capitalise, Alexis waited till he walked towards her.

The giant walked with murderous eyes trained on Alexis' body and attempted to pick her up for a body slam. Alexis wiggled herself free from his grasp and ran toward the ropes, springing off them and hitting the Blizzard with a hard clothesline on his chest. She stared in disbelief as he just stood there, shaking his head.

Alexis whipped off the ropes again, jumping and catching him near the throat and this time, the giant struggled to stay on his feet, wiggling his arms around to maintain balance. Thinking that the third time will the charm, Alexis sprung off the ropes and then jumped higher in the air, covering his 7 foot tall body and catching the giant on the throat with a hard, flexed bicep. He finally went down.

"Hell yeah!" screamed Chuck. "Beat his ass, you got this Alexis!"

Alexis quickly straddled him, sitting on his chest and giving him a few hard punches to the face. Then, she wrapped her strong thighs around his head and locked in a front head scissor.

"Got ya now, big boy!" smiled Alexis.

As much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't argue against the power of her flexed, muscular legs. Her thighs expanded around his head like foam, making it look small. The Blizzard strained against the pressure, gritting his teeth. The veins in his forehead popped and his face turned red.

"Looks like your husband is trapped!" smiled Chuck.
"My husband has bested me in combat," said Kalia with a soft smile. "You really think this girl stands a chance?" One of her eyebrows lifted up. The way she said those words made Chuck nervous.

The Blizzard concentrated and looked towards Kalia. His wife spread her legs, giving him a tantalising view of her pussy. Then he remembered his promise. It would take more than a fiery, little blonde to keep him away from Kalia. He concentrated harder, letting his body feed off the pain and reinvigorate his muscles.

"Oh shit," mused Alexis as she felt The Blizzard begin to get up. She immediately tried to halt his advance with forearms to his chest but he couldn't be stopped. Soon, he was on his feet and Alexis was dangling upside down with her feet still locked around his head.

"Ungh! Uff! Ahhh!" She grunted as Blizzard began raining hard fists down on her stomach. It took him nearly fifteen hard punches to get Alexis to loosen her hold. Once she did, he wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed the top of her head into the mat with a brutal piledriver.

"FUCK!" screamed Chuck as he watched Alexis' body bounce from the impact and lay spread eagle on the mat. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved, longing for breath.

The Blizzard wasn't doing too hot either. He was still battling the effects of that strong head scissor. He stayed slumped on the mat looking at Kalia, who blew him a kiss and ran a couple of fingers down her pussy lips. Encouraged by the wonderful sight, The Blizzard slowly got to his feet.

"Uh-oh!" exclaimed Chuck as The Blizzard stomped a mudhole in Alexis' stomach. His hard, heavy boots left imprints on her skin and she screamed in pain, unable to do anything but take it.

"What did I tell you?" smiled Kalia. "That pretty little ass is getting tied up and pounded tonight!"
"Don't count her out yet!" warned Chuck. "That girl-" He pointed towards the woman currently enduring a beating. "Is tough as nails!"

Back at AA headquarters, Aereon found herself in precarious position. She screamed her lungs out in pain as Scott used the chair in his hand like a weapon. He grinded the top rail into her crotch and then wound up and unleashed a heavy chair shot to her pussy.

Aereon sat up with her eyes and mouth wide, and a scream that refused to come out of her throat. Scott was just getting started. He slammed the steel chair on to her head so hard it bent and Aereon once again slumped to the floor nearly out cold.

The blood from the cut on Scott's forehead was now pouring into his eyes and he wiped it off to take a good look at the woman spread eagle on the floor. Her dreadlocks spread over her face and her green eyes closed, Aereon's breasts heaved for air. Her breath was shallow, softly expelled by her lips.

Scott could have knocked her out right there and won but then he remembered the blood on his forehead and the small bruise on his ankle. He gritted his teeth and grabbed a handful of her dreadlocks.

Aereon could barely remember the beating that ensued. Scott had pulled her up and pinned her to the ringpost. She felt hard fists dig into her belly, his rough knuckles burying deep into her skin. Sudden gasps and drool escaped her lips as punch after punch landed with increasing ferocity.

Scott did not spare her breasts either. They swayed, dancing to the hard blows that threatened to rip them off her chest. Chops, punches and twists were all employed before he moved his attention to her crotch. Soon, the fleshy echo of violent knees and punches filled the air and Aereon's screams gave them company.

Then he ripped off her thong and stuffed it into her mouth. He picked Aereon up on his shoulders, making her sit with his face in her crotch. Scott walked over to the steps and power bombed her hard into the unforgiving steel. Aereon's body bounced on impact and then landed face first on the floor.

He circled her body and a sinister smile formed on his face. Scott seated himself on her buttocks and yanked her chin. He threw her arms over his knees and pulled as hard as he could.

Aereon let out a series of small grunts as Scott bent her in half. She gagged when Scott choked her with her own thong.

"You give?," He whispered into her ear.
"W-Would Y-you?" stammered Aereon.
"No." replied Scott.

"T-Thought S-So!"

An elbow to his chin destabilised Scott and allowed Aereon to push him off. She struggled to her knees with her body racked in pain, Scott had beaten her up good. Before it could happen again, Aereon got to her feet with a guttural yell and ran towards Scott.

He was on his knees, still shaking off the cobwebs from Aereon's elbow, she helped him with a hard knee to his cheek.

At the arena, Alexis screamed a defiant rebuttal, despite being strewn upside down on Blizzard's shoulders. With one hand on her chin and another squeezing her crotch, the giant bent her in half over his head.

"You give little girlie?" mocked Blizzard.
"NO!" Alexis screamed as he poured on the pressure some more.

She looked so little in his large arms, being folded into a pretzel on his shoulders. Alexis knew she couldn't last long if she kept getting into trouble. She needed to find a way to get out this quick.

"You still think she can win?," Kalia quipped with a long smile.
"You just wait and watch, Alexis is gonna kick his ass!" Chuck blurted out.

A devious smile formed on Kalia's lips.

"Willing to bet on it?" She inquired with a raise of her eyebrow.

Chuck looked back at the ring, Blizzard had bent Alexis' body to the point where the soles of her feet were dangerously close to the back of her head. But he still believed in her, he knew she would too.

"All right, what are your terms?"

"For FUCK'S SAKE WOMAN!" screamed Blizzard. "Do you WANT me to break you in half? Just give up already!"
"NOOOOOOO! FUUUCKKKK!" was Alexis' response.

Her body was drenched in pain and sweat but she would not give in. It was the motto of the company, after all.

Bored of her dissent, Blizzard let her fall to the mat. Alexis fell nearly 7 feet on the hard surface of the mat. Her back bore the immediate impact causing her to arch and roll around on her elbows. She screamed as Blizzard ran his fingernails on her back, scratching her skin.

Chuck gulped as he watched Alexis get stomped with hard boots on her back, each strike accompanied by a scream.

"How boring!" said a disappointed Blizzard. He looked over at Kalia, who winked and blew him a kiss.

Lost in her beauty, Blizzard stood daydreaming on the ropes, unaware that Alexis was stirring behind him.

"Watch out!" screamed Kalia but it was too late.

For a second, Blizzard felt his balls come up to his throat and looked down to see Alexis' fist buried deep into his groin. Another strike reduced him to his knees, with his hands cupping his balls in agony. Alexis ran to the ropes, springing off them and then jumping into the air.

Chuck watched Alexis' tough body sail through the air, the muscles in her legs now flexed and tight. Her dropkick hit the side of Blizzard's cheek, compressing one while the other puffed with air. Small strands of drool mixed with blood flew out of his mouth, along with a tooth that fell to the mat leaving traces of blood in its wake.

Blizzard slumped to the mat in a foetal position, with his hands still cupping his groin and blood running down the side of his lips.

"Well..." said Kalia with a sigh. "That was unexpected"
"You ain't seen nothing yet! Kick his ass Alexis!" screamed Chuck from ringside.

At the warehouse, Scott stared at the ceiling and the little drops of blood that lingered in the air. He spit out some more when another knee from Aereon landed on his chin and feebly slumped to the floor, when she punched Scott on his cheek.

Now facedown on the floor, Aereon's feet struck every inch of his back, going up and down his spine but without ignoring his sides. She knelt down beside him and hard knees to his sides rained unchecked.

He screamed when Aereon squished his hand beneath her feet and then another wail escaped his throat, when she stood on the other one. He looked up to see her sweaty, glistening body.

"Last chance," She said, standing with her feet wide and her hands on her hips.
"Give up!"
"F-Fuck Y-you!" He blurted out, his teeth now blood red and crimson flowing out of his mouth.

Aereon smiled.

She yanked Scott up to his feet by the eyeholes in his mask and then dragged him to the ring post. Scott's forehead bounced off the cold steel again and again, a spray of blood and sweat from his wound filling the air. When she let him go, his cheek rubbed against the pole as he slumped down to his knees. His masked face now covered in blood. But Aereon wasn't done yet.

A violent crackle of her shin striking his back echoed through the arena. Soon, more followed. Scott gave up counting after a while, he just stayed knelt down by the pole, screaming and getting his back stomped in. Aereon stopped her assault to admire her handiwork.

Large imprints of her shins and knees were tattooed onto Scott's back, now bruised and red all over. Grabbing the back of his mask, Aereon flipped him over, pulled him to his feet and then pinned him against the ring post. A hard chop to his chest had Scott screaming in pain but it was only the beginning.

Aereon unleashed hell on his chest and mid-section. Scott gagged and nearly belched, as Aereon's body blows collided with his body. Hard chops his chest echoed, followed by his screams as she pinched his nipples. His stomach was treated to knees and punches from the goddess and when she was done, his skin was red and bruised.

She leaned forward and wrapped a hand around his throat and kissed him. Her fingers ran down his chest before her hand rubbed against groin.

"Last chance..." She whispered with a loud moan. "Give up!"
Scott couldn't speak. He just shook his head.
Aereon smiled and ripped his briefs off, freeing his hard erection from its confines.

Chuck watched silently as Blizzard flung Alexis into the corner. He heard the brutal thudding sound his fists made when they smacked into her breasts. Alexis gritted her teeth and bore the pain, letting out only an occasional yelp at a particularly hard fist that squished her breast back into her skin.

Chuck watched quietly as he threw Alexis out of the ring and she hit the floor and rolled to a stop, a few meters in front of him. He watched with a nervous sweat running down his brow as Blizzard choked her on the steel barricade. Her green eyes staring at Chuck as he gulped. They seemed vacant and cold as a brutal chair shot to her back rang across the arena, and she collapsed clutching her spine and rolled around on the floor.

"You are as good as mine," whispered Kalia and licked her lips.

To be continued in Part 3
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