The Rivals

Story by Gothic Angela

This is my first story attempt. I'm attempting this cause I have never written a decent story before usually get stuck or unmotivated to finish. I'm looking to challenge myself and also looking for help in form of constructive criticism and ideas if do get stuck as well. So please read and comment.

As for content it has the possiblity of all these thing Male on Female, Female on Female, Male on Male, some BDSM, and deciptions of non graphic voilence. There is no futas in this story. Sorry in advance.

"Maximus has Isabella in his clutches now, bending her over and stuffing her

head between his thighs. What move is Maximus going for, double under hook face

buster, pile driver power bomb? But looks like she is trying to get out of it be

rubbing her face against his crotch, trying to distract him. The distraction

fails as he picks her up, holding holding her up above his head by her head.

But wait folks, Isabella is squeezing her thighs around his head in a huricarana

attempt, but Maximus counters with a tongue to her exposed vagina causing her

to release her grip, and Maximus slams her down for a massive power bomb, and this

one is all but over folks as Maximus gets the 5 count pin fall. This rivalry

between Maximus and Isabella is heating up. Looks like he's going to have some

fun with her now." SCL play by play announcer, Tom Rodgers called the action as

the heated contest came to it's conclusion.

Tom was straight laced, serious broadcasting professional. He looked like

he should be on TV every Sunday talking about Jesus rather calling a Sexual

Combat League match. He was joined by Johny Quint. John Quint was rather a

sleaze, wearing a cheap polyester suit, fat hairy chest, bulging from his

waistline smelling of cheap booze and sporting a bad comb over.

The brunet ripped male picks up his daze defeated opponent and carries her

to left side of the ring, hangs her over the middle rope, right in front of the

camera. The camera got a nice close up of her breast as they hung over the

ropes, then up to her face as she let out a scream, camera panning out to see

Maximus had started fucking her in the ass.

"I knew Isabella was screwed the moment Maximus was able to get her panties off.

Hey bring her over this way, I want to see if I can hit her from the announce

table," Johny called out as he started stroking himself for the 3rd time that

night. Tom just looked at him in disgust. "Can't you be professional for one

night? Look at the mess you made already, you know how long the janitorial crew

has to work to get this stuff clean, no wonder your last broadcast partner quit,

you're here jerking off every week instead of doing your job."

Johny ignores him and keeps stroking until he quickly climaxes. Maximus on

the other hand was going strong, reaching down and toying with Isabella's clit as

he continued to pound her ass. Screaming out in pain, the camera captures

Isabella's tears as her humiliation was being broadcast to over 2 billion homes

around the world. Society had gone through many changes, a sexual revolution

which ditched most of it's sexual taboos, thus allowing a sport like sexual

combat and the Sexual Combat League to be born, and flourish, surpassing most

other sports in ratings and ticket sales.

After a few more minutes of raping his most hated rivals ass, he groans out

as he expels his load into her sore hole. Pulling out and redressing himself

he lets Isabella slump to the mat, as he grabs her bra and thong he had

successfully removed earlier as a trophy, basked in his victory before leaving in

triumph. As soon as Maximus left, Isabella tried standing up, but her legs

were sore and wobbly. The referee, put her arm around his shoulder and helped

her to the back and into the locker room as the main event was about to

start.

"You ok? You need medics to look at you. That was quite a match you and

Maximus had, you two must really hate each to go at each other like that." The

referee questioned as he set her down on a bench in the locker room.

"No I'm fine, but thanks for the concern though," Isabella replied. "I'm

just going to shower and then head to my hotel room for the night." The referee

just nodded and left her to shower. The locker room was empty as Isabella

unlaced her boots and entered the shower. From behind the wall a hand grabbed

her spun her around and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I believe these are yours, hunny." Maximus, the man whom she just had a grueling

match with said jokingly as he handed her thong and bra back. "Thanks sweet

heart, "Isabella smiled as she took the clothing. "MM next time though, don't

clothesline me so hard, my tits are still stinging." Maximus just chuckled as

his wife barked at him. "Mm, yes ma'am and to make it up to you, you can win

our next match. By the way, your room or mine."

Isabella smiled as she turned on

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