The clink clanks of high heels echoed through the corridor as 36-year old Priscilla Smith walked down the halls of the SOW(Superstars of Wrestling) arena. The SOW was a fairly old promotion that was nicknamed "The Retirement House", mostly because it housed old battered wrestlers way beyond their prime.
She followed the sound of crowd as she found her way to the VIP box and there he was, Roger "The Pain" Williams:
"Priscilla!..," He said clearly happy to see her. "Come here and give me a hug."
After some idle chit chat, Priscilla and Roger got down to business. As the representative of AWL (Amazon Wrestling League), Priscilla was on the cusp of the biggest deal in her career. The merger with SOW would give her talented female superstars some exposure and experience, by putting on matches with the veterans of the ring.
As they hacked out the details of the deal, Roger looked up at Priscilla:
Roger knew that look. "What's on your mind?," He asked as she blushed and looked away.
"The last time I was here.." She said biting her lip discretely.
Roger put on his trademark grin as he muttered softly, to not draw attention to them.
Just as she was about to hold his hand, a colleague walked by and Priscilla quickly made up a conversation: "So as per the deal, my women get access to all the talent we need and...,"
They waited until he had passed by and giggled like kids.
"So I thought about that other thing you said..," She said flipping her hair.
He smiled.
"I think I can convince some of my talent," She hushed.
"That would be..," He said all shy. "That would extend out partnership to a more personal level, Fetish Inc. is close to me, run by two of my most loyal guys." He smiled.
She grasped his hand hard, their fingers interlocking into each others.
He squeezed back hard before it tuned into a playful competitive exercise. They stared at each other intensely.
"Early morning, then?," He said as displayed a arrogant smirk. She smiled and let go of his hand.
"6 am." She said as she walked away.
When morning came, Roger found her outside warming up:
He looked at her and smiled. He caught her staring at him like a starstruck little kid:
Priscilla couldn't help it. She had wanted to fight him since she was a 20-year old but her interest really peaked when she found his secret fetish store. Tough, sexy mixed wrestling between the sexes, both the men and women traded victories and loses. Due to the organisation often booking the women with experienced old timers, the women ended up taking quite a lot of punishment in the ring.
The men held nothing back, the old timers handled them old school rough and since there was no referee, none of their body parts were off the table.
The last time they met, Priscilla got a little preview of the product. Barely 10 minutes into the match, he had her in a grueling back-breaker, made worse by the fact he was squeezing her crotch hard. They had to hastily break it up by a knock on the office door.
This time, they had it planned. By a little bit of scheduling magic, they had managed to hang on to the venue in secret for a day more.
Roger gave her the look that spoke more words than a legible sentence and motioned her to follow.
He led her to a ring, arranged in discrete:
"Wow!," She smiled "You really went all the.."
Before she could complete the sentence, she felt punch land right in the center of her beautiful face. As she stood there feeling the small trickle of blood from her nose.
He tackled her and picked her up. He wrapped his huge hands around her waist and held her in a rough bear-hug.
"You know..!," He said as he squeezed her harder. She threw her head up to the heavens and grunted. Desperate, she rained down stiff elbows on his head. After a few of them landed, Roger changed his tactics. Still holding on to her, he ran her hard into one of the steel ring-posts.
She slumped to the floor, holding her back and screaming. He picked her up by the hair and sent a hard punch into her stomach and watched as she fell to her knees. She held her stomach and grunted.
He smiled and kicked her hard in the back, flooring her. As she lay face-first on the floor, he began stomping her toned back, quick tough strikes that came and went in seconds. He let her lay there for a while admiring the view, before he went on the offensive again.
She was ready for him this time, she unleashed a mule kick that connected with his balls. Down went the big man holding his junk, while writhing on the floor, he saw her tower over him, as she unleashed a torrent of kicks and punches to his body. When she was done, his forehead was busted open and his cheeks were bruised a shade of purple.
When she went for his balls again, he grabbed her leg and pulled her down on himself. With his legs, he parted hers wide open, her legs were spread almost 90 degrees on either side with all the pressure pouring into her crotch. With his hands, he began raining punches to the either side of her stomach.
She wrapped her free hands around his throat and squeezed while still taking punches and the grueling pain in her crotch. He stopped punching her and started squeezing her throat in return. After a few moments of asphyxiation, his hold relaxed and the two of them rolled to either side away from each other. Before she could get on her feet though, Roger surprised her with his speed and caught her with a knee to the chin while she was on her knees.
The impact busted open her lip. He picked her up by her hair and dragged her next to the ring. He smashed her head against the apron busting open a small gash on the side of her forehead and rolled her inside. Inside, he picked her up and smashed her to the mat with a nasty suplex.
He grabbed her and sat her up and tore her top off. He sat down behind her and wrapped his big legs around her waist. He wrapped one shoulder across her throat and twisted and pinched her nipples by the other.
The small arena filled with Priscilla's screams. In desperation, she got up with him on her back and backed him up hard into one corner. She turned around and started raining punches on his abs and face, as he bloodied him up some more. He responded with a punch of his own that almost knocked her out. She stood there unable to find her center of balance.
He grabbed her head and squeezed it between his thighs. Wrapping his huge arms around her waist, he picked her up over his head and threw her down to the mat, giving her a devastating power-bomb.
She lay there staring at the sky, trying to will her shoulders up and her beautiful chest heaved as she breathed hard. He picked her up and gave her three more power-bombs.
By the time, he tried to pick her up for a fourth, she was out cold, or at least that's what he thought. She played possum expertly and punched him hard in the dick, when he was close enough.
For the next few minutes, she unleashed hell on him. She beat him mercilessly with punches and kicks. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he powered back throwing his own punches and kicks. For a while, the two of them stood in the center of the ring exchanging blows until he changed targets and got her on the right tit. He followed up with a fist to her left tit and for a while, he savagely punched her tits.
Stopping abruptly, He grabbed her in a headlock and drove her face first into the mat. The DDT knocked her out and Roger took a huge heave as he breathed hard. His face was bloodied and he was beyond winded. Looking down at her, all he saw was a small cut on the left of her lip and a little cut on the side of her forehead. She was in fantastic shape.
He got up and began to walk away, when he heard her getting up. He looked back and snapped, screaming as he reached her as she got to her knees. He picked her up by grabbing her throat by both his hands and took her to one corner.
He backed her up and spread her legs on the opposite ropes and ripped off her bottom leaving her nude. What followed was hard punishment for Priscilla as The Pain hammered her tits and crotch. He chopped hard and rough across her chest while kicking and punching her in the pussy.
After 20 minutes of solid punishment, he stepped back and looked at his handiwork. Her tits were red from stiff chops and her pussy felt like it was on fire. Roger was in the middle of the ring on his knees, winded by the beating her gave her.
Even after a brutal mauling, Priscilla freed herself from the ropes and walked towards him. Roger screamed and rushed toward her, she floored him with a hard clothesline.
Priscilla grabbed his head and stuck it between her thighs. It was now her turn to give him three power-bombs. He was out cold by the third one. Priscilla collapsed to the floor and took in large gulps of air.
In the evening, the pair met again at the bar. Roger was still hiding the bruises on his face and she looked like a million bucks:
"Man! I wish I was young again!," Roger said as he rubbed his jaw and winced.
Both of them laughed and held hands. They interlocked their fingers and squeezed hard.
"Until, next time!," She said raising a toast.
"I can't wait," Said roger as he grabbed her in a playful headlock.
She followed the sound of crowd as she found her way to the VIP box and there he was, Roger "The Pain" Williams:
"Priscilla!..," He said clearly happy to see her. "Come here and give me a hug."
After some idle chit chat, Priscilla and Roger got down to business. As the representative of AWL (Amazon Wrestling League), Priscilla was on the cusp of the biggest deal in her career. The merger with SOW would give her talented female superstars some exposure and experience, by putting on matches with the veterans of the ring.
As they hacked out the details of the deal, Roger looked up at Priscilla:
Roger knew that look. "What's on your mind?," He asked as she blushed and looked away.
"The last time I was here.." She said biting her lip discretely.
Roger put on his trademark grin as he muttered softly, to not draw attention to them.
Just as she was about to hold his hand, a colleague walked by and Priscilla quickly made up a conversation: "So as per the deal, my women get access to all the talent we need and...,"
They waited until he had passed by and giggled like kids.
"So I thought about that other thing you said..," She said flipping her hair.
He smiled.
"I think I can convince some of my talent," She hushed.
"That would be..," He said all shy. "That would extend out partnership to a more personal level, Fetish Inc. is close to me, run by two of my most loyal guys." He smiled.
She grasped his hand hard, their fingers interlocking into each others.
He squeezed back hard before it tuned into a playful competitive exercise. They stared at each other intensely.
"Early morning, then?," He said as displayed a arrogant smirk. She smiled and let go of his hand.
"6 am." She said as she walked away.
When morning came, Roger found her outside warming up:
He looked at her and smiled. He caught her staring at him like a starstruck little kid:
Priscilla couldn't help it. She had wanted to fight him since she was a 20-year old but her interest really peaked when she found his secret fetish store. Tough, sexy mixed wrestling between the sexes, both the men and women traded victories and loses. Due to the organisation often booking the women with experienced old timers, the women ended up taking quite a lot of punishment in the ring.
The men held nothing back, the old timers handled them old school rough and since there was no referee, none of their body parts were off the table.
The last time they met, Priscilla got a little preview of the product. Barely 10 minutes into the match, he had her in a grueling back-breaker, made worse by the fact he was squeezing her crotch hard. They had to hastily break it up by a knock on the office door.
This time, they had it planned. By a little bit of scheduling magic, they had managed to hang on to the venue in secret for a day more.
Roger gave her the look that spoke more words than a legible sentence and motioned her to follow.
He led her to a ring, arranged in discrete:
"Wow!," She smiled "You really went all the.."
Before she could complete the sentence, she felt punch land right in the center of her beautiful face. As she stood there feeling the small trickle of blood from her nose.
He tackled her and picked her up. He wrapped his huge hands around her waist and held her in a rough bear-hug.
"You know..!," He said as he squeezed her harder. She threw her head up to the heavens and grunted. Desperate, she rained down stiff elbows on his head. After a few of them landed, Roger changed his tactics. Still holding on to her, he ran her hard into one of the steel ring-posts.
She slumped to the floor, holding her back and screaming. He picked her up by the hair and sent a hard punch into her stomach and watched as she fell to her knees. She held her stomach and grunted.
He smiled and kicked her hard in the back, flooring her. As she lay face-first on the floor, he began stomping her toned back, quick tough strikes that came and went in seconds. He let her lay there for a while admiring the view, before he went on the offensive again.
She was ready for him this time, she unleashed a mule kick that connected with his balls. Down went the big man holding his junk, while writhing on the floor, he saw her tower over him, as she unleashed a torrent of kicks and punches to his body. When she was done, his forehead was busted open and his cheeks were bruised a shade of purple.
When she went for his balls again, he grabbed her leg and pulled her down on himself. With his legs, he parted hers wide open, her legs were spread almost 90 degrees on either side with all the pressure pouring into her crotch. With his hands, he began raining punches to the either side of her stomach.
She wrapped her free hands around his throat and squeezed while still taking punches and the grueling pain in her crotch. He stopped punching her and started squeezing her throat in return. After a few moments of asphyxiation, his hold relaxed and the two of them rolled to either side away from each other. Before she could get on her feet though, Roger surprised her with his speed and caught her with a knee to the chin while she was on her knees.
The impact busted open her lip. He picked her up by her hair and dragged her next to the ring. He smashed her head against the apron busting open a small gash on the side of her forehead and rolled her inside. Inside, he picked her up and smashed her to the mat with a nasty suplex.
He grabbed her and sat her up and tore her top off. He sat down behind her and wrapped his big legs around her waist. He wrapped one shoulder across her throat and twisted and pinched her nipples by the other.
The small arena filled with Priscilla's screams. In desperation, she got up with him on her back and backed him up hard into one corner. She turned around and started raining punches on his abs and face, as he bloodied him up some more. He responded with a punch of his own that almost knocked her out. She stood there unable to find her center of balance.
He grabbed her head and squeezed it between his thighs. Wrapping his huge arms around her waist, he picked her up over his head and threw her down to the mat, giving her a devastating power-bomb.
She lay there staring at the sky, trying to will her shoulders up and her beautiful chest heaved as she breathed hard. He picked her up and gave her three more power-bombs.
By the time, he tried to pick her up for a fourth, she was out cold, or at least that's what he thought. She played possum expertly and punched him hard in the dick, when he was close enough.
For the next few minutes, she unleashed hell on him. She beat him mercilessly with punches and kicks. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he powered back throwing his own punches and kicks. For a while, the two of them stood in the center of the ring exchanging blows until he changed targets and got her on the right tit. He followed up with a fist to her left tit and for a while, he savagely punched her tits.
Stopping abruptly, He grabbed her in a headlock and drove her face first into the mat. The DDT knocked her out and Roger took a huge heave as he breathed hard. His face was bloodied and he was beyond winded. Looking down at her, all he saw was a small cut on the left of her lip and a little cut on the side of her forehead. She was in fantastic shape.
He got up and began to walk away, when he heard her getting up. He looked back and snapped, screaming as he reached her as she got to her knees. He picked her up by grabbing her throat by both his hands and took her to one corner.
He backed her up and spread her legs on the opposite ropes and ripped off her bottom leaving her nude. What followed was hard punishment for Priscilla as The Pain hammered her tits and crotch. He chopped hard and rough across her chest while kicking and punching her in the pussy.
After 20 minutes of solid punishment, he stepped back and looked at his handiwork. Her tits were red from stiff chops and her pussy felt like it was on fire. Roger was in the middle of the ring on his knees, winded by the beating her gave her.
Even after a brutal mauling, Priscilla freed herself from the ropes and walked towards him. Roger screamed and rushed toward her, she floored him with a hard clothesline.
Priscilla grabbed his head and stuck it between her thighs. It was now her turn to give him three power-bombs. He was out cold by the third one. Priscilla collapsed to the floor and took in large gulps of air.
In the evening, the pair met again at the bar. Roger was still hiding the bruises on his face and she looked like a million bucks:
"Man! I wish I was young again!," Roger said as he rubbed his jaw and winced.
Both of them laughed and held hands. They interlocked their fingers and squeezed hard.
"Until, next time!," She said raising a toast.
"I can't wait," Said roger as he grabbed her in a playful headlock.
