[roleplaygirl84]

Louisa 2
Rage suddenly steps into the bathroom: “Hey love! See this! They made and article about us in the wrestle mag!”
Louisa's heart races as she listens to Rage's words. She feels a combination of excitement and anxiety knowing that the world has now seen everything that happened between them in the ring. She can't believe that their passionate encounter has been exposed to the public in such detail.
As she steps out of the shower already hald slick and wet, she sees the magazine lying on the bathroom counter. Her heart skips a beat as she picks it up and begins to flip through the pages. Her eyes widen as she sees photos of her and Rage, taken during their most intimate moments in the ring.
She can feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a sense of pride. She had never felt such intense pleasure before and she knows that she had given herself completely to Rage that night.
Rage approaches her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck softly. "It's just a magazine, babe," he whispers, "it doesn't change anything between us."
Louisa nods, taking comfort in his embrace. She knows that they had formed a deep connection during that fateful match, one that had transcended the boundaries of the ring.
As they stand there in the bathroom, naked and vulnerable, they realize that their love for each other had been born out of that intense, physical encounter. They had both found something in each other that they had never experienced before, and they were both grateful for it.
As he hugged her wet body from behind, Rage couldn't help but grope her big, natural chest. His mind was taken back to that intense match they had, and the picture in the magazine only added fuel to the fire. He traced his fingers over the bruises on her skin, feeling guilty once again for what he had done to her in the ring. "Rage, what's wrong?" Louisa asked, turning around to face him. "It's this damn magazine," he replied, showing her the article. "They've got every detail of our match, and it's all over the internet now." Louisa's eyes widened as she read through the article. "This is ridiculous. They've exaggerated everything," she said, shaking her head.
Rage couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt as he looked at her. "I'm sorry, Louisa. I shouldn't have let my lust take over like that." Louisa reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Rage. We both got carried away. But now, we need to focus on us," she said, leaning in to kiss him. As they kissed, Rage couldn't help but feel a wave of love and gratitude towards her. She had forgiven him for his mistakes, and he knew that he would do anything to protect her and their relationship. "I love you, Louisa," he said, pulling her close. "I love you too, Rage," she replied, snuggling into his embrace. But then Louisa changes the topic. Both are tough pro wrestlers and should be able to deal with the scandal.
Rage listens attentively as Louisa talks about her upcoming match against Tessa, a cute and busty opponent. He caresses her body and whispers words of encouragement, telling her how much he believes in her skills and strength. As she finishes, Rage turns her around to face him, their bodies still pressed together. He leans down and kisses her deeply, the steam from the shower filling the bathroom. They break the kiss and Louisa looks up at him with a smile, feeling loved and supported. Rage then takes the magazine from the shelf and shows her the picture he had seen earlier. It's a shot of Louisa on her back, legs spread, while he straddles her and holds her down. Louisa's face flushes with embarrassment, but Rage reassures her that it's nothing to be ashamed of, and that she looked incredibly sexy in that position.
Both continue their shower, their thoughts again back in their recent brutal and naughty match. Then they finish and grab their towels.
Louisa chuckles as she notices the bulge in Rage's towel. "Are you getting excited just by hearing about Tessa's chest size?" she teases him. Rage grins sheepishly. "Well, you know me," he says. "I can't help it. I'm a boob man." Louisa playfully rolls her eyes. "You're impossible," she says, swatting him on the arm. Rage chuckles and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "But seriously, how big are we talking here?" he asks. Louisa laughs. "I don't know, maybe a DDD cup?" she says. "Why do you care so much?" Rage shrugs. "Just curious, I guess," he says. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to do anything about it. You're the only woman I want, Louisa."

Later at the arena:
As they entered the arena, Louisa's heart started pounding with anticipation. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as they made their way to the locker room. Rage could sense her excitement and gave her a reassuring smile, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Once they reached the locker room, Louisa began preparing for the match. She changed into her red bra and panty set, consisting only of skimpy straps that showed off her curvy frame. Rage couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes lingering on her full breasts and toned thighs.
As Louisa was putting on her wrestling boots, she heard a knock on the door. It was Tessa, her opponent for the night. Louisa felt a pang of nerves in her stomach as she opened the door to face her rival.
Tessa was stunningly beautiful, with long blonde hair and a killer smile. She wore a tight-fitting pink sports bra and matching shorts that hugged her curves in all the right places. Louisa couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she looked at Tessa's ample chest, which appeared to be even larger than she had anticipated.
The two women exchanged pleasantries, but it was clear that there was tension between them.
As Tessa readjusts her sports bra, she notices that it feels too small for her ample chest. She begins to adjust it, but then notices that Rage is staring at her intently. She smirks and decides to tease him, deliberately removing the bra and exposing her full, round breasts. Louisa watches on with a mixture of jealousy and arousal, while Rage's eyes widen in surprise and desire.
Tessa's buxom curves are on full display, her breasts bouncing slightly as she moves. Her nipples are hard and perky, and she seems to revel in the attention she is receiving from both Rage and Louisa. Despite her jealousy, Louisa can't help but admire Tessa's curves and the way they bounce and jiggle.
Meanwhile, Rage is torn between his desire for Tessa and his love for Louisa. He knows that he shouldn't be lusting after another woman, especially not in front of his girlfriend. But he can't help but feel drawn to Tessa's curves and the way they seem to defy gravity. He struggles to control his desire, but it's clear that Tessa has gotten under his skin.
Rage feels a mix of surprise and excitement as Tessa teases him with her buxom curves. Louisa, on the other hand, feels a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Tessa's ample chest. Tessa's breasts are large and round, with prominent nipples that are hardening under her gaze. Rage is momentarily speechless as Tessa asks him if he wants to feel up her breasts. He glances at Louisa, unsure of how to respond, but she nods her head in encouragement. With a nervous grin, he tentatively reaches out to touch Tessa's chest. Tessa moans softly as Rage's hands explore her ample curves. She then asks if he minds if she fights topless, to which he nods eagerly. Louisa watches with a mixture of arousal and jealousy.
As the three of them prepare for the match, the tension in the locker room is palpable. The anticipation of the upcoming fight and the sexual tension between the three of them is almost too much to bear.

Minutes Later:

As Louisa enters the ring, the music of Rammstein echoes through the arena, pumping up the crowd. The skimpy red bra and panty set leave little to the imagination, and her bouncing chest draws the attention of everyone in the arena. The cheers and whistles grow louder as she makes her way to the center of the ring, her confident strides reflecting her fame as a “hardcore” wrestler. The announcer introduces her as the "Queen of Pain and Love" and the cheers intensify. Louisa raises her arms in triumph, her muscles bulging under her taut skin. She then takes her corner of the ring, bouncing up and down, ready for the fight. The spotlight shines on her glistening body, accentuating her wide hips, thick buttocks and toned muscles. She looks more confident and fierce than ever before. The crowd goes wild, chanting her name and raising their fists in support.
Louisa takes a deep breath and focuses on the upcoming match, knowing that she needs to defeat Tessa to keep her fame and reputation intact. She flexes her muscles, ready to take on her next opponent, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the ring, waiting for Tessa to appear.
As Louisa is already in the ring, she watches as Tessa enters to the tune of AC/DC's "Back in Black." The crowd is in a frenzy as Tessa struts down the aisle, her ample breasts bouncing freely as she walks. Tessa seems to revel in the attention, making sure to give a little extra shake and shimmy as she makes her way to the ring.
Once Tessa steps through the ropes and into the ring, Louisa can't help but feel a bit intimidated by the busty blonde. Tessa's chest is easily as large as her own, if not larger, and Louisa knows that this will be a tough match.
The two women stand face to face in the center of the ring, their bodies mere inches apart. Louisa can feel Tessa's breath on her skin, and she knows that this is going to be a battle. The referee calls for the bell, and the match begins.
The crowd roared as Louisa and Tessa collided in the middle of the ring with their large chests. The impact echoed throughout the arena as the two buxom women pushed against each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Tessa smirked as she pushed her breasts forward, pressing them firmly into Louisa's. Louisa groaned as she felt Tessa's soft flesh press against hers, and she pushed back with all her might. The two women continued to grapple, their large breasts bouncing and jiggling with every movement. The crowd was going wild, cheering and shouting as the two women battled it out in the ring with their tits only.
Despite the intense physical contact, both women seemed to be enjoying themselves. They were both confident in their abilities and their bodies, and they were determined to come out on top. As they continued to push and shove, Louisa couldn't help but admire Tessa's impressive chest. It was clear that Tessa had a lot of experience using her breasts to her advantage, and Louisa knew that she would have to be careful if she wanted to win this match. But Louisa was determined to come out on top, and she wasn't going to let Tessa's big breasts get in her way. She pushed back harder, using all her strength to try and force Tessa to the ground.
As Louisa's bra fails to contain her heaving bosom, Rage can't help but watch in amazement as her breasts spill out. He's not alone, as the audience erupts in cheers and applause at the sight of her ample chest. But as he watches, he can't help but compare the size of Louisa's breasts to Tessa's, and wonders which set is truly bigger. Meanwhile, in the ring, Louisa and Tessa continue to grapple with each other, their bodies slick with sweat as they push and shove. Louisa, feeling self-conscious about her exposed chest, tries to regain control of the match, but Tessa is proving to be a formidable opponent. As Tessa takes control, she takes advantage of Louisa's exposed chest, using it as a target for her attacks. She slams her fists and elbows into Louisa's breasts, causing her to wince in pain. The boob battle had started!
Tessa relentlessly targets Louisa's chest with fists and elbows, driving them into her soft flesh with powerful strikes since the match was declared NHB. Louisa's breasts bounce and jiggle with each hit, causing her to groan in pain. Tessa seems to take pleasure in the sight of Louisa's heaving chest, targeting it over and over again with a ruthless efficiency. Louisa's nipples harden as they rub against the fabric of her torn bra, causing her to gasp with each hit. Her piercings didn`t make it any better. Tessa's punches seem to find their mark with unerring accuracy, driving Louisa's breasts to bounce and sway with each impact. Louisa's chest reddens and bruises under Tessa's onslaught, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. But also Louisa knows that often a wrestler has toll sell pain and take tons of blows just for the show and to make it more exciting for the audience.
The first minute totally belongs to Tessa and Rage balls his fists in anger. Not long ago he had worked over his girlfriend’s chest in a gruelling match on his own, but since they fell in love it was different.
As Louisa dodges Tessa's next chest punch, she quickly takes the opportunity to tackle Tessa hard. The two buxom wrestlers collide with a loud thud, their curvy bodies jiggling and bouncing with the impact.
Their breasts smash together, sending waves of sensation through their bodies. Louisa can feel Tessa's large, soft chest pressing against hers, and she can't help but moan softly. Tessa grunts as she tries to push Louisa off, her muscles straining against Louisa's weight. But she fails. Tessa can`t get rid of her opponent as she is buried under her. Louisa manages to pin her, turn her and put her into a Camel Clutch in a professional sequence.
Louisa wrenches Tessa's neck back, pulling on her chin while sitting on her back, her own ample chest pressed into Tessa's bare skin. Tessa's large breasts jiggle as she struggles to break free, her arms flailing wildly. Louisa applies more pressure, her own breasts bouncing with the effort. Tessa's body twists and contorts, her face contorted in pain as she tries to escape the hold.
Rage cheers from ringside, his eyes glued to the two women in the ring. He can't help but feel turned on by the sight of the two busty wrestlers locked in combat. The crowd roars as Louisa continues to dominate, her strength and skill on full display. Tessa's struggles begin to weaken as Louisa applies more pressure, her large chest heaving with exertion.
The ringside reporter, a seasoned commentator with a husky voice, leaned in closer to his microphone. "And just look at that, folks," he said, his eyes fixed on the ring where Louisa had Tessa locked in a brutal Camel Clutch. "That's what pro wrestling is all about. The pain, the struggle, the fight for dominance. And these two women are giving it their all." The crowd roared with excitement as Louisa pulled back on Tessa's chin, forcing her head back and bending her spine in an excruciating arc. Tessa gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut in agony as she tried to resist the pressure. "Will Tessa be able to break free from this hold?" the commentator wondered aloud. "Or will Louisa continue to dominate?" Meanwhile, Rage watched anxiously from the sidelines, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and arousal. He knew how tough Tessa could be, but he also had faith in Louisa's skills. As he cheered her on, he couldn't help but admire the way her curvy body flexed and strained with the effort of keeping her opponent under control.
As Louisa releases the hold, Tessa falls forward and her large, topless curves smack against the canvas with a resounding thud. The impact sends ripples through her chest, making her buxom curves bounce and jiggle wildly. The crowd erupts into cheers and gasps at the sight, while the ringside reporter struggles to find words to describe the impressive display.
The ringside reporter was momentarily stunned by the impact of Tessa's chest hitting the mat. He struggled to find words, but eventually managed to compose himself and continue his commentary. "Wow, that was a devastating move by Louisa! And those curves... I mean, those were some serious tits that just hit the mat. I don't know how Tessa is going to recover from that," he exclaimed, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. Meanwhile, the crowd was in a frenzy, cheering and shouting as Louisa stood over her downed opponent. Tessa groaned in pain as she clutched her chest, clearly feeling the effects of the impact.
As Louisa helps Tessa up, she leans in close and whispers in her ear, "Looks like your little titties couldn't handle the pressure, huh?" She then takes a step back and smirks, clearly enjoying getting under Tessa's skin.
As Tessa is sent chest-first into the ropes by Louisa, her buxom curves collide with the taut rubber rope with a resounding thwack. The impact sends ripples through Tessa's chest, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce wildly as she recoils from the ropes. The force of the collision leaves a faint red mark on Tessa's chest, a testament to the power of Louisa's attack.
Rage, who is watching the action from ringside, can't help but comment on the spectacle before him. "That was a brutal move by Louisa," he says, his eyes fixated on the two women in the ring. "But Tessa's curves are holding up surprisingly well. She's clearly a tough competitor."
The reporters at ringside also chime in, their cameras snapping away to capture the moment. "What a clash of titans we're seeing here tonight," one reporter exclaims, his voice filled with excitement. "These two women are giving it their all, and the crowd is loving it!"
Louisa places Tessa's chest on the top rope and then slides her leg between Tessa's to trap her in place. With a smirk on her face, Louisa grabs hold of Tessa's long hair and pulls back, causing her neck to arch and her ample bosom to be pushed even more tightly against the rope. The crowd goes wild at the sight of the two buxom wrestlers locked in this intimate and provocative position. Rage can't help but stare as he watches the action from ringside. The way Louisa's curves jiggle and bounce with each movement is almost too much for him to handle, and he finds himself getting increasingly aroused as the match goes on. The reporter at ringside can hardly contain his excitement as he watches the two women battle it out in the ring. "This is some of the most exciting wrestling action I've ever seen!" he exclaims. "And those curves, my goodness, they are simply breathtaking!" Meanwhile, Louisa continues to dominate her opponent, delivering powerful blows to Tessa's midsection and chest, causing her ample breasts to bounce and jiggle with each hit. Tessa struggles to free herself from Louisa's grip, but the more she fights, the tighter Louisa's hold becomes.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Louisa releases Tessa from her hold and steps back, panting heavily as she surveys her handiwork. Tessa, gasping for breath, collapses to the mat, her chest heaving with each labored breath. The crowd erupts in cheers as Louisa stands tall in the center of the ring, her curves on full display for all to see.
Louisa stepped back from Tessa, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement. With a wicked grin, she stepped forward and aimed a hard kick at Tessa's chest, making contact with a loud smack. Tessa groaned in pain as her chest absorbed the blow, her ample curves jiggling from the impact. Louisa followed up with two more rapid kicks, each one hitting Tessa's chest with equal force, sending her stumbling backwards and crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, impressed by Louisa's display of dominance. Even the referee couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight of the two busty women in action.
Louisa seductively leans against the ropes, running her fingers through her hair and batting her eyelashes at the ref. She playfully bites her lip as she glances over at him, trying to get his attention. "Hey there, big boy," she purrs. "Like what you see?" As Louisa is caught up in her flirtatious antics, Tessa takes advantage of the distraction and charges at her from behind. She slams Louisa's head into the turnbuckle, causing her to stumble forward. The ref, startled by the sudden attack, tries to intervene, but Rage grabs him by the shirt and yanks him back. "Stay out of it, ref," Rage growls. "This is between us." Meanwhile, Tessa grabs Louisa's arm and whips her across the ring, sending her crashing to the mat. Louisa groans in pain as Tessa pounces on her, raining down punches on her chest and stomach. The crowd erupts into a frenzy, cheering on Tessa's brutal attack.
As Tessa applied the claw holds to Louisa's chest and shaved pussy, Louisa's face contorted in pain and she let out a loud groan. The sharp nails of Tessa dug deep into her flesh, leaving red marks and scratches. Louisa's breasts heaved as she struggled to breathe properly, and her body glistened with sweat.
Tessa's face was twisted in a fierce expression of determination as she applied more pressure to the claw hold, her fingers sinking deeper into Louisa's skin. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail of the intense struggle. The reporters' comments could be heard in the background, describing the action with excitement.
Louisa tried to fight back, her own hands clawing at Tessa's arms in a desperate attempt to break free. But Tessa was relentless, her grip only getting tighter. Louisa's struggles became weaker and weaker as the pain increased, and she began to gasp for air.
As Tessa continued to apply the claw hold to Louisa's lower regions, Rage could sense her lover's discomfort and began to get worried. He knew that Tessa was a fierce competitor and was willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if it meant causing serious harm to her opponent. Rage had seen Tessa use this tactic before, and he knew that it was a dangerous move that could cause permanent damage if not countered. He called out to Louisa, urging her to break free from the hold and fight back with everything she had. Meanwhile, the crowd had fallen silent as they watched the intense battle unfold in front of them. The camera zoomed in on the two wrestlers, capturing every sweaty, sensual moment of the match. Despite the pain, Louisa managed to summon her strength and fight back against Tessa, breaking free from the claw hold and delivering a powerful punch to her opponent's jaw.
Louisa stumbles backwards, clutching the clawed region with both hands. She looks visibly pained and everyone can see the deep marks that Tessa has left on her skin. The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos, some impressed by Tessa's aggressive tactics, while others disapprove of the brutality. Rage looks on with concern as he sees the marks on Louisa's skin, and he steps forward to check on her. "Are you okay, baby?" he asks, his voice filled with worry. Louisa nods, trying to catch her breath. "I'm fine, just...just need a moment," she replies, wincing in pain.
Meanwhile, Tessa takes a step forward, a look of triumph on her face. She raises her arms in the air, basking in the cheers of the crowd. "That's right, bow down to me!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the arena. The referee steps forward, checking on Louisa to make sure she's able to continue. After a few moments, he gives the signal that the match can continue, and Tessa wastes no time in going on the offensive again. She charges towards Louisa, ready to deliver another blow, but Louisa manages to dodge out of the way at the last second. Tessa stumbles past her, and Louisa takes advantage of the opportunity, delivering a swift kick to her back. Tessa falls forward, her face slamming into the mat with a sickening thud. The crowd gasps in shock, and the reporters at ringside scramble to capture the moment on camera.
Louisa takes a few steps back, trying to regain her composure, while Tessa lies on the mat, dazed and confused. Rage looks on with a mix of concern and pride, knowing that his lover still has a fighting chance.
With Tessa slowly getting back up, Louisa quickly climbed the nearest turnbuckle, her curvy and glistening body shining under the bright lights. The crowd was on their feet, cheering on as they anticipated what was coming next. Louisa had always been known for her high-flying maneuvers, and they knew that something spectacular was about to happen.
As Louisa reached the top turnbuckle, she paused for a moment, surveying the scene below her. Tessa was still trying to shake off the effects of the claw hold, and Louisa knew that this was her chance to finish things off once and for all. With a deep breath, she launched herself off the top rope, soaring through the air in a picture-perfect moonsault.
The crowd gasped in amazement as Louisa's gorgeous body rotated through the air, her chest and hips twisting in perfect sync. But just as she was about to land on Tessa, the crafty wrestler rolled out of the way at the last second, leaving Louisa to crash down onto the mat with a loud thud.
The impact was so intense that Louisa cried out in pain, rolling over onto her back and clutching at her chest. Tessa wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation, quickly rolling Louisa over and applying a devastating camel clutch.
The crowd could see the sweat glistening on both wrestlers' bodies as Tessa pulled back, putting all of her strength into the hold. Louisa's curvy frame was bent back in an agonizing arc, her back and shoulders straining against the pressure. The reporters at ringside could hardly believe the sight before them, and they quickly began shouting out their observations.
"Oh my God, look at the strength on display here!" exclaimed one of the reporters. "Tessa is really cranking back on that camel clutch, and Louisa is just taking it like a champ!"
The ref couldn't help himself as he got close to Louisa's bent body, admiring her curves and the way she was stretched out in the hold. He felt a stirring in his loins and couldn't resist the urge to touch her. His hand moved to her hip and he ran it up her side, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers. Louisa moaned softly, partly from the pleasure of the touch and partly from the pain of the hold. She was starting to feel a bit lightheaded, but the ref's touch helped bring her back to reality. Suddenly, Tessa appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the ref by the collar, pulling him away from Louisa. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him. The ref stumbled back, clearly taken aback by Tessa's sudden aggression. "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean anything by it," he stammered.
Tessa gave him a withering glare before turning her attention back to Louisa. "You're not getting out of this that easily," she said, grabbing hold of Louisa's chin and wrenching her head back. Louisa cried out in pain, but she refused to give up. With a burst of energy, she managed to break free of the hold and roll away from Tessa. Gasping for air, she tried to get back to her feet, but Tessa was already on top of her, delivering a series of vicious kicks to her ribs.
As Tessa pulls Louisa back up to her feet, she quickly wraps her arms around Louisa's waist, trapping her in a tight bearhug. Louisa's ample curves are on full display as Tessa squeezes her tight, causing her to gasp in pain.
With a grunt, Tessa lifts Louisa up off her feet, carrying her over to the edge of the ring. She leans forward, using her momentum to toss Louisa over the top rope and out of the ring. Louisa's body tumbles through the air, her curves jiggling with the impact as she crashes onto the hard floor below.
Tessa follows her out, jumping down from the ring and landing with a thud next to Louisa's prone form. The ref quickly follows, coming out of the ring to check on the fallen wrestler.
Louisa groans in pain, clutching at her back as she tries to sit up. Tessa towers over her, looking down at her with a sneer on her face.
"Get up, you big-titted bimbo," Tessa taunts, grabbing Louisa by the hair and pulling her to her feet. "You're not done yet."
The ref tries to intervene, but Tessa shoves him aside with ease. "This is between me and her," she snarls, turning her attention back to Louisa.
Tessa picked up Louisa's curvaceous body with ease, lifting her up in the air as the crowd gasped in anticipation. With a fierce grunt, Tessa slammed Louisa's back onto the cold, unforgiving concrete outside the ring. Louisa let out a scream of pain as she writhed on the ground, clutching at her back. The reporters were quick to comment on the brutality of the move, with one exclaiming, "That's gotta hurt! I don't think I've ever seen someone thrown out of the ring like that before!" Meanwhile, Rage looked on with a mix of concern and anger, watching as Tessa continued to mercilessly attack his lover.
Tessa wasn't finished yet, as she picked Louisa up again, this time wrapping her arms around her waist for a belly-to-belly suplex. Louisa's body was slammed onto the concrete once again, this time landing on her side with a sickening thud. The crowd winced as they watched, unable to tear their eyes away from the vicious display. Rage could barely watch as Tessa continued to pummel Louisa outside the ring. He knew he needed to do something to stop her, but he also knew that interfering in the match would result in a disqualification. All he could do was stand by and watch, hoping that Louisa would be able to somehow turn the tables on her ruthless opponent.
The reporter's voice was filled with shock and disbelief as Tessa lifted Louisa's curvy body off the hard concrete floor, hoisting her up in the air with ease. "This is just brutal! Not even some of the toughest male wrestlers could take this kind of punishment," he exclaimed. Meanwhile, Rage could hardly bear to watch as Tessa slammed Louisa's body back down onto the unforgiving concrete.
Tessa wasted no time in following up her attack, lifting Louisa up again and this time slamming her down with a vicious body slam. Louisa let out a cry of pain as her back hit the hard surface, her curves jiggling from the impact.
The referee was on the scene, trying to get Tessa to bring the match back into the ring, but the busty wrestler wasn't interested in following the rules. She instead opted to pin Louisa right there on the concrete, chest to chest. But Louisa was not ready to give up just yet. She summoned all her strength and kicked out, much to the surprise of Tessa and the chagrin of Rage, who had been cheering on his lover from the sidelines.
Louisa lies on the ground, clutching her spine with one hand and trying to catch her breath with the other. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her chest rises and falls rapidly with each labored breath. Her legs, which were once strong and curvy, now fall open in an unconscious invitation. She moans softly, unable to move as the pain shoots through her back. Tessa and Rage stand nearby, watching with predatory gazes as the referee checks on Louisa. The camera zooms in on her open legs, capturing every detail of her vulnerable gaping pussy for the audience at home. The reporter shakes his head in disbelief at the brutality of the match, and the crowd falls silent, waiting to see what will happen next.
At least Tessa has an idea…
Tessa grabbed Louisa by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Louisa was still clutching her lower abdomen in pain, sweat pouring down her body as she tried to regain her bearings. Tessa saw her chance and dragged Louisa over to the edge of the ring where the metal fence separating the audience from the ring was located. With a sadistic grin on her face, Tessa grabbed Louisa by the hair once again and pulled her head back, exposing her vulnerable groin area. The audience members closest to the action gasped in shock and horror as Tessa began to rub Louisa's crotch against the metal fence. Louisa screamed in agony as the rough metal scraped against her sensitive skin, tears streaming down her face. The pain was almost unbearable, but Tessa continued to grind her against the fence with a sickening enthusiasm. The referee, finally noticing the brutal attack, began to count Tessa out. "One! Two! Three!" he shouted, but Tessa paid him no mind. She was too caught up in her sadistic pleasure to care about the rules. Meanwhile, Rage was on the outside of the ring, pounding on the mat in frustration. He knew he couldn't intervene without risking disqualification, but watching Tessa torture his lover was almost too much to bear.

Tessa lets go, lifting and spreading her arms as if nothing had happened. But soon the next move followed. She picks of the G-Cup chested opponent gaining momentum.
Louisa's chest slams against the cold metal fence, causing a sharp pain to radiate through her body. She gasps in agony, feeling as if every breath she takes is a struggle. Her breasts flatten against the fence as Tessa continues to drive her shoulder into Louisa's back, trapping her against the metal. Louisa feels completely vulnerable, exposed to the audience as Tessa keeps pressing against her, driving her harder into the fence. She can hear the cheers and jeers from the crowd, and it only makes her feel more helpless. Her arms dangle at her sides, unable to offer any resistance, as Tessa relentlessly attacks her chest and back. The pain intensifies with each blow, causing Louisa's body to tremble with each impact. She can feel the sweat pouring down her body, mixing with the tears that are streaming down her face. The pain is almost too much to bear, but she knows that she can't give up, not now, not ever.

Louisa's chest is heaving, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to stay conscious. Her once-perfect breasts are now marked with bruises and scrapes from Tessa's relentless attacks. They rise and fall with each labored breath, her nipples hardened and visible for all to see. As Tessa retrieves the folding chair, Louisa tries to summon the strength to stand up and defend herself, but her legs buckle beneath her. She falls to her knees, her chest still pressed against the fence. Her arms hang limply at her sides as she watches Tessa approach with the chair. Fear and pain etch themselves onto Louisa's face as Tessa raises the chair above her head, preparing to strike. The sound of metal meeting flesh echoes through the arena as the chair connects with Louisa's already-bruised chest. Louisa's body convulses with pain, and she falls to the ground, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.

As Louisa lays on the ground, clutching her injured tits, she hears the sound of the crowd around her. The audience members, moved by her determination, start to cheer and applaud. They begin to chant her name, "Louisa! Louisa! Louisa!"
Feeling a surge of energy from their support, Louisa slowly gets back to her feet. The audience members cheer louder, and some of them even reach out to touch her as she passes by. She can feel their hands on her skin, and it sends a shiver down her spine.
Tessa taunts the audience as they cheer for Louisa to get up. With a cruel grin, Tessa brings out the folding chair again and smacks it against Louisa's forehead, causing her to stumble and fall back against the fence. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused as Tessa drapes her semi-conscious body over the fence, exposing her heaving chest and ample cleavage for all to see. The audience gasps at the sight, some covering their eyes while others cheer Tessa on. Louisa's large breasts are glistening with sweat and her nipples are hard, showing just how aroused she's become during the match. Tessa takes advantage of this, delivering a few more blows to Louisa's chest and stomach, making her moan and gasp in pain. The ref tries to intervene, but Tessa shoves him aside and continues her assault on Louisa's vulnerable body. The audience grows restless, some calling for Tessa to stop while others urge her on. Louisa's body spasms with each blow, her limbs flailing helplessly.
As Tessa continued to use the chair on Louisa's chest, some of the onlookers held her in place to ensure she wouldn't escape the punishment. Louisa's huge natural breasts were fully exposed as she lay draped over the fence, her eyes closed and her body limp. Rage was nearby, shouting words of encouragement for his lover, but it was clear that he was also aroused by the sight before him. Tessa continued to rain down blows with the chair, each one making a sickening thud as it connected with Louisa's body. Despite her groans of pain, the audience cheered Tessa on, excited by the brutality of the attack. Rage watched on in horror and arousal, torn between wanting to intervene and wanting to see how the match would play out. As Tessa finally put down the chair and stepped back, Louisa's body hung limply over the fence, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
As Tessa continues to target Louisas' piercings, she notices Rage watching closely with a mixture of concern and arousal. Tessa smirks and winks at him, then leans over and whispers in his ear. "You like watching your girl get dominated, don't you?" she says, her voice low and sultry. Rage's eyes widen, and he hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. Tessa smirks again and leans in even closer, her body pressing against his. "Well, don't worry," she whispers. "I'll make sure she enjoys every minute of it." Rage shivers at her words, feeling a surge of desire and jealousy. He knows he shouldn't be turned on by Tessa's aggression towards Louisa, but he can't help himself. As Tessa turns back to Louisa, Rage watches with a mix of fear and excitement, unsure of what will happen next.
As Louisa is held in place, Tessa leans in and licks at the sweat on her neck, trailing her tongue down towards her exposed cleavage. She teases Louisa's nipples with her teeth, lightly biting and pulling at them as Louisa moans in both pleasure and pain. The crowd cheers and whistles at the erotic display, some even getting closer to get a better view. Meanwhile, Rage watches on with a mix of anger and arousal. He can't help but feel jealous and possessive over Louisa, but at the same time, he can't deny the thrill he feels from watching Tessa dominate her. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth, torn between the desire to protect Louisa and the desire to see her pushed to her limits.
As Tessa continues to pleasure Louisa with her mouth and hands, the two men holding Louisa begin to get more handsy, touching her body in inappropriate ways. Louisa tries to push them away, but her weakened state makes it difficult.
As Tessa continues to use her mouth and hands on Louisa, the touchy guys begin to take advantage of the situation as well. They start to touch and grope Louisa's body, taking advantage of her vulnerable state. Louisa's eyes flutter open and she tries to struggle against her captors, but the pain in her groin and the arousal from Tessa's touches make it difficult to move. Meanwhile, Rage is still shouting encouragement for Louisa, but his tone has changed. He seems to be enjoying the scene before him, and there's a noticeable bulge in his pants. Louisa feels a mix of shame and arousal at the realization that her mentor is getting turned on by her predicament.
Tessa finally pulls away from Louisa's body, a wicked grin on her face. She looks over at Rage and beckons him over, gesturing for him to join in. Rage hesitates for a moment, but the desire in his eyes is too strong to resist. He steps forward and begins to touch Louisa's body, his hands lingering on her breasts and hips. Louisa is now completely at the mercy of Tessa, the touchy guys, and Rage. She can feel herself getting more and more aroused despite the pain and humiliation of the situation. Her body betrays her as she starts to moan and writhe against her captors, caught in a web of pleasure and pain.
As Tessa and Rage continued to toy with Louisa, her body continued to weaken and tremble with arousal and pain. Her nipples, now fully exposed due to Tessa's actions, were hard and sensitive to the touch. Her breathing had become shallow and uneven, and she couldn't help but moan softly as Tessa's mouth continued to explore her body. Rage, too, was fully engaged in the action. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, and his body was tense with anticipation. As Tessa's hands moved lower and lower on Louisa's body, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her, his hands finding their way to her curvy hips. Tessa and Rage continued to work Louisa over, driving her further and further into a state of ecstasy and agony. She was completely at their mercy, and she knew it. Despite the pain and humiliation, a part of her couldn't help but enjoy the attention and the pleasure that came with it.
Tessa and Rage continued their assault on the helpless and exhausted Louisa, taking turns using their mouths and hands on her body. Louisa was barely conscious at this point, unable to do anything but moan and writhe under their touch. Tessa leaned in to whisper in Louisa's ear, "You're ours now, baby. We're going to make you feel so good." She nibbled on Louisa's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Rage moved down to Louisa's feet, caressing her legs and feet with his rough hands. He leaned in and kissed her toes, licking and sucking on them as Louisa moaned with pleasure. Tessa and Rage continued to explore every inch of Louisa's body, pushing her further and further into a state of ecstasy. Louisa's mind was hazy, the pain from the match long forgotten in the sea of pleasure that Tessa and Rage were providing.
As they continued to touch and tease her, Louisa's body began to convulse with pleasure. She let out a loud moan as she reached the peak of her orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably as Tessa and Rage held onto her tightly. Finally, the two of them stopped their assault and let Louisa slump to the ground, panting and sweating. Tessa and Rage exchanged a wicked smile.
Rage couldn't hold back anymore as Louisa lay helpless at his feet. He had been drawn into the twisted web of lust and violence that Tessa had spun, and now he couldn't resist the urge to indulge his own desires. He opened his pants and released his ten inch hard boner, the fans already knew from the last match. With a feral growl, he grabbed a fistful of Louisa's hair and dragged her up to her knees. She moaned weakly, too broken to resist as he thrust himself into her mouth. Tessa watched with a wicked smile as Louisa's eyes widened in shock and pain. Rage pounded into Louisa's mouth, his hips thrusting forward with brutal force. Tessa joined in, stroking Louisa's hair and whispering encouragement as she played with her breasts.
Despite her injuries, Louisa couldn't help but respond to their touch. Her body betrayed her, growing wet and warm as she was used like a toy for their pleasure.
As Tessa holds Louisa firmly in place, Rage moves closer to her. He reaches out and runs his hand down Louisa's sweat-soaked body, feeling her curves and exploring every inch of her skin. He leans in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine now," he whispers, before grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. Louisa moans in pain, but also in pleasure. She is completely under their control now. Tessa watches as Rage continues to dominate Louisa, feeling herself growing more and more turned on by the scene. She reaches down and starts to pleasure herself, unable to resist the sexual tension that fills the air. Rage, lost in the heat of the moment, starts to become more aggressive. He slaps Louisa across the face, leaving a red mark on her cheek. But even this rough treatment only seems to arouse her further.
As Tessa continues to hold Louisa, Rage takes her from behind. She screams in pleasure, unable to control the sensations that fill her body. Tessa watches in fascination as the two of them move together, lost in their own world of lust and desire. The audience cheers them on, reveling in the taboo nature of the scene.
The reporter stood there, microphone in hand, eyes wide and jaw dropped as she watched the scene unfolding before her. Her words came out in a hushed tone, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. "Ladies and gentlemen, I must remind you that this is not part of the show. This is not what we expected to happen tonight," the reporter said, her voice tinged with disbelief. She continued to describe the scene in detail, her words punctuated by gasps and murmurs from the audience. "Tessa and Rage are holding Louisa in place, while they... they seem to be... engaging in some kind of intimate act."
As Rage continues his actions with Louisa, he reaches his limit and can't hold back any longer. He releases himself with a deep, guttural moan. Tessa helps him steady himself as he catches his breath, his body still trembling with the intensity of his climax. Meanwhile, Louisa lies motionless on the mat, her body covered in sweat and marks from the brutal match. The crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure of how to react to the scene that has just unfolded before them. The reporter on the sidelines struggles to find words to describe the spectacle, his eyes glued to the action. "I've covered many matches in my career," he says, his voice shaking. "But I've never seen anything like this before. This is not just wrestling, this is...something else entirely."
As Louisa fights herself back to her feet, Rage`s cum slowly dripping from her pussy running down her thighs, Tessa is in shock, not expecting her opponent to rise again after the brutal assault. But before Tessa can react, Louisa charges towards her, tackling her into the steps leading into the ring. Tessa slams against the metal steps, causing a loud thud to echo through the arena. She cries out in pain as her body bounces off the unforgiving metal, leaving her dazed and disoriented. Louisa stands over her, breathing heavily as she glares down at her opponent. The audience is stunned, watching in silence as Louisa takes control of the match once again. Even Rage, who was lost in his own world, stops and looks on in surprise. The reporter's voice cracks as he describes the scene, trying to maintain his composure. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing an incredible turn of events here tonight. Louisa, against all odds, has fought her way back into this match and is now in complete control."
Louisa roared like an animal as she got back in control, her muscles bulging as she flexed. She grabbed the folding chair that had been used against her earlier and swung it with incredible force, striking Tessa's chest and groin with brutal impacts. The sound of the metal meeting flesh echoed through the arena, as Tessa let out a blood-curdling scream. The impact left large bruises on Tessa's chest and groin, turning the skin a deep purple color. Her curves jiggled with the force of the blows, as she writhed in pain on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she gasped for breath, trying to regain her composure. Louisa continued to rain down blows with the chair, each one landing with a sickening thud.
Louisa grunts with exertion as she lifts Tessa's sweat-soaked body up off the ground, her arms straining with the effort of holding the weight as she gets her on her shoulders. With a loud roar, she charges towards the turnbuckle, aiming to slam Tessa's curvaceous frame into it with all her might.
Tessa's eyes widen with fear as she realizes what Louisa is about to do, and she desperately tries to squirm out of her grasp. But it's no use - Louisa's grip is too strong. With a sickening thud, Tessa's back slams into the turnbuckle, causing her to cry out in pain.
The impact sends shockwaves through Tessa's voluptuous body, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle wildly. Bruises begin to form on her chest where the chair had struck her earlier, and her groin is throbbing with pain from the repeated hits.
As Tessa slumps to the mat, Louisa stands over her, panting heavily. The audience is on its feet, cheering wildly for the champ who had just taken down the formidable Tessa.
As Tessa lay motionless on the mat, Louisa stood over her with a foot on her chest, victorious. The crowd cheered as the referee raised her hand in victory, confirming her win by count-out.
Louisa stood there for a moment, catching her breath and relishing in her hard-earned victory. She looked down at Tessa's bruised and battered body, feeling a twinge of guilt for the violence that had just occurred.
But as she looked around at the cheering crowd.
As Louisa stands victorious her foot still pancaking Tessa`s big bruised tit, the crowd cheers her on, amazed by her strength and resilience. She can feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she revels in her triumph. Rage comes over to her, his face beaming with pride and excitement. He hugs her tightly, lifting her up in the air.
"You did it, Louisa! You were amazing out there!" he exclaims, his voice filled with admiration.
Louisa can't help but smile back at him, feeling grateful for his support. She knows that without him, she may not have been able to come out on top. He had given her much needed time time recover. The time trapped on the fence and the sex had given her a push of energy to come back into the fight.
Rage carries her out of the ring and back into the locker room, where he lays her down gently on a bench. Louisa is exhausted and covered in sweat, but she feels a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment that she's never experienced before.
Louisa turns to Rage and kisses him deeply, her hands roaming over his muscular body. She pushes him against a nearby bench and straddles him, grinding her hips against his.
"You were amazing out there, baby," she whispers in his ear. "I couldn't have done it without you." Rage grins, pulling her closer to him. "You were pretty damn impressive yourself," he says, running his hands over her curves. "I love watching you getting dominated in the ring my slut." Louisa leans down and kisses him again, her hands roaming over his chest and abs.
 She revealing her toned body and pierced nipples topping her big bruised tits. Rage's eyes widen as he takes in her beauty, his hands running over her smooth skin, feeling how hot and swollen her orbs were. Without a word, Louisa drops to her knees in front of him, taking him in her mouth. Rage moans as she expertly works her tongue over him, bringing him to the brink of release. Just as he is about to come, Louisa stops and stands up, grinning mischievously. "Not so fast, baby," she says, reaching into her bag and pulling out a set of handcuffs. "I want to try something new tonight." Rage nods eagerly, and Louisa handcuffs him to the bench. She then proceeds to tease and please him in ways he never thought possible, bringing him to the edge of climax over and over again before finally letting him release his load all over her face. Rage screams as he cums, jetting a huge load of sperm into her face and mouth that she opens for him to cum in.
As they lay in each other's arms, exhausted and sated, Louisa looks up at Rage with a smile. "I think we make a pretty good team, don't you?" she says. Rage nods, pulling her closer to him. He wipes a finger over her face, removing his cum and offering it to her hungry lips. "The best," he says, kissing her forehead. "I love you."