A friendship destroyed by MixedWrestler

 

They had been friends a long time. Sometimes when you want it to be more, disaster can happen.

Michael’s body is that of a true athlete. 5’10”, 185 pounds with a physique like that of a Greek statue; lean, toned and muscular. He could have had almost any woman he wanted, but he never paid any attention to the girlish giggles and swooning of the woman who often try to vive for his attention and affections. This, of course, made him even more desirable to them. But, Michael only cared about being himself, and why not? On top of his good looks, he was a good man. He never looked for a relationship and figured that when it was right, love would find him. And she did.

Samantha and Michael had been dating for quite a while. Sam, as she is called, is a strong, independent woman and she and Michael hit it off almost immediately. But the relationship hadn’t always been a romp through the daisies.  Sam was a gorgeous woman. A petite 5’3”, 109 pounds and 22 years old, she was an auburn haired goddess with a perfect body. Even if Michael wasn’t the Boy Scout he was, she never would have had to worry about him so much as looking at another woman, but she did. She was insanely jealous of any woman Michael happened to speak with even though he never would have thought of cheating on her. He loved her, but her jealousy was driving him nuts.

Samantha’s best friend, since forever, was Micha, a stunning blonde bombshell. She and Michael had gone to the same High School she had a crush on Michael since then. She had tried to form a relationship with him before she introduced him to Sam, and although Michael her found 5’5”, athletically toned body quite attractive, she was a friend and Michael had told her that because of that, they could never be anything more. It hurt, but she respected it and remained friends with Michael to this day. As she figured, having her dream guy as a friend was better than not being able to spend time with him at all.

The “incident” happened innocently enough. Michael and Sam were on a date when they spotted a motorist in need of assistance. Without thinking, Michael stopped to help. He never saw the driver of the vehicle until she stepped out of her car. She was a rather average looking woman and Michael barley noticed her while he changed her flat tire. While he did, Sam fumed and when Michael returned to their car, her jealously finally boiled over.

“Oh, you’re back, huh? I’m amazed you even remembered I was here,” Sam hissed.

“Huh?”

“I’m sure you’d rather be with that floozy, Mr. fix-it!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Michael questioned. “Are you completely nuts?”

“Oh fine, like you didn’t want to fuck her brains out right there!” Sam snapped. “I saw the way you looked at her.”

“And how was that?” Michael asked. “Ya know what, never mind. I don’t care. I can’t take this anymore. I’m tired of you questioning my loyalty and I’m tired of your jealously.  I’m outta here!”

And with that, Michael left and walked home alone. Sam on the other hand drove straight to Micha’s. She blabbered on the whole night to her best friend how this must be proof that Michael had been cheating on her all along. In her twisted mind, Sam truly believed this was the truth. Micha didn’t think this however. She was in quite a quandary. She knew Michael and couldn’t believe that he was capable of being the pig that Sam was making him out to be. However, she wasn’t about to doubt the story of her lifelong friend either.

“Maybe we should go and talk to Michael.” Micha suggested.

“Damn straight!” Sam growled. I’ll teach that bastard to treat me this way and I’ll kick his ass for every little slut he cheated on me with!”

Micha still wasn’t sure, but went with Sam to Michael’s apartment for moral support while she hopped that her two friends could work it all out. When they got there, Sam pounded on the door in an absolute rage demanding that Michael let her in, while Micha stayed in the car not wanted to get too directly involved.  The door was opened by Judy, a stunning, leggy blonde with a voluptuous 34-24-33 figure and the looks of a supermodel. She had been good friends with Michael since childhood but now lived out-of-state and was just in town for the weekend visiting. As a result, Sam had never seen her before and quickly thought the worst. Micha watched from the car and was stunned herself to see the blonde in Michael’s apartment

Micha couldn’t hear all of what was going on. Mainly she heard Sam screaming and when Michael finally emerged from the apartment to confront Sam, Micha definitely saw Michael throw her friend into the bushes. What she didn’t see however was Sam attempting to knee him in the crotch and Michael defending himself, which is why Sam found her way into the shrubbery. Micha simply saw Michael attack and then return to his apartment with the blonde, slamming the door behind him and leaving Sam to pull the pine needles out of her blouse.

Maybe Sam was right after all, she began to think.

            “Its over!” Sam shouted as she returned to then car. “And you and I are going to fix that cheating bastard once and for all.”

            “What does that mean?” asked Micha.

            “I challenged him to a wrestling match at the gym tomorrow night.”

Micha laughed “He’d kill you,” she snickered. He’s almost twice your size and he wrestled in High School.”

            “That’s why its going to be a handicap match,” Sam sneered. “Him against me and YOU.”

            “What!? Are you crazy?”

            “C’mon Micha, you and I have had our share of catfights in our day. We can take him. Besides, we can’t let him get away with cheating on me with that floozy.”

Micha and Sam did have some extensive experience wrestling themselves. Both of them worked at the gym Sam was talking about. It had a wrestling ring in the back and the two of them had some after-hours bouts with other members of the gym on occasion. The matches could get rather intense and the two of them often did quite well against both male and female opponents, especially when they tag-teamed. Not wanting to abandon her friend, especially if Michael had been cheating on her, Micha reluctantly agreed.

The following night, Sam and Micha arrived at the gym early to workout and go over strategy. They both wore matching white string bikinis that left little to the imagination and were barefoot.  Micha was concerned about the attire. It wasn’t what they ordinarily wore to wrestle, but this wasn’t any ordinary match.

When Michael arrived, he went straight to the rear entrance of men’s locker room to change into a simple pair of blue satin boxers. It was away from the ring where they would wrestle so he didn’t see Sam and Micha already there. He had serious reservations about doing this. He had agreed to the match in the heat of anger and was worried about the possibility of hurting Sam or Micha, but he also knew that it was the only way he was going to settle thing with Sam. He thought that if he could just use his High School experience to pin Sam quickly or possibly get her to submit to a light pressure hold, it would be all over and they could both move on. As he would find out, Sam would have other ideas.

When Michael exited the locker room toward the ring, he saw Sam and Micha already in the ring, but no one else.

“Who’s the referee?” Michael asked.

“No referee shithead!” Sam snapped back. “This is a fuck match! You only win by making your opponent submit. And after I make you submit, we’re going to make you our little sex slave and force you to pleasure us until we’re done with you.”

“Have you completely lost your fucking mind?” Michael shouted. “And you, Micha, you agreed to this.?”

Micha simply bowed her head. She knew it was wrong, but this was between Sam and Michael and they would be the ones to finish it, not her. She was simply there to even things out in the strength department. If however, she happened to get dicked by Michael in the process, she thought, that wouldn’t be so bad, now would it?

“Forget it. I’m not doing this.”

“What’s the matter? Chickenshit?” cackled Sam. “You WILL go through with this or I’ll be sure to make you sorry that you didn’t”

Michael was still reluctant. Thought Sam was completely deranged and probably deserved a good ass kicking, he still didn’t want to hurt her, but he also knew that in her present state of mind, she was capable of anything. He couldn’t risk her popping up from time to time for the rest of his life to reek havoc. Deep down, he knew that this was the only way he could be absolutely sure that it would all end. He reluctantly entered the ring through the ropes as Sam shooed Micha to the ring apron.

“Get out, Micha,” she crowed. “I get first crack at this faggot. And remember, it’s no-holds barred and anything goes!”

Michael circled cautiously while Sam bounded around him. He was still hoping to be able to put her in a mild submission hold and end the match quickly so he patiently waited for an opening. Sam fained a few bounds toward Michael that gained no response. As they continued to circle, Micha half-heartedly took a swipe at Michael as he passed her corner. It caught his attention just enough to give Sam the opening she was waiting for. As Michael turned toward Micha on the apron, Sam lunged forward and drove a quick snap kick into Michael’s crotch. She didn’t hit her mark solid, catching him mostly on his inner thigh, but it was still enough to drop Michael to his knees. Sam quickly followed by slamming a right hand into her former boyfriend’s face that rocked his head back and to the side.

“C’mon asshole! If your going to be this easy, then I won’t even have to use the toys that I brought.” She said, motioning toward the duffel bag that was set on the ring apron of her corner. “Now, get up!”

Sam back away allowing Michael to slowly regain his senses and get to his feet. As he did, Sam lunged again, this time with a high roundhouse kick that Michael sidestepped and blocked sending her crashing to the mats on her ass with a thud.

Sam went wild. “You bastard!” she screamed as she quickly got to her feet and rush at Michael with a shoulder block to his mid-section. As she did so however, Michael was able to wrap his arms around her bent torso coming in and flips her upside down into an inverted bear hug. Though he wasn’t applying much pressure to the hold, just enough to hold her, Sam kicked and flailed, screeching in angst.

“Knock it off Sam.” Michael pleaded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But Sam was too enraged to even hear him and after Michael flipped her up and gently seated her down in the corner on the top turnbuckle, she went totally insane.

As Michael backed away, Sam let out a blood-curdling, Banshee like yell and leapt from the ropes, catching Michael around the upper body and taking him off his feet with her weight ontop of him. Once on the mat, Sam began pounding away with her fists on Michael’s face. He had gotten his arms up to block the majority of them, but a few still snuck through, splitting his lip.

“Enough!” he yelled, throwing Sam off of him where she landed in a heap half way across the ring. She wasn’t hurt by the fall, but she was stunned and menacingly got to her feet once again.

“Eeeeeeewwwwwww,” she mocked in a baby-like voice. “Is da big strwong man angwee wit da wittle girl who’s beating him up?”

Michael’s ire was rapidly increasing. Sam was quick and though he thought her moves were quite crude, her genuine athletic ability was suprissing and the thought of getting her in a quick submission hold without seriously hurting hurt was quickly fading from Michael’s mind.

“I’m warning you, Sam, he threatened. “End this!”

“Bite me!”

Sam charged again. This time however, Michael sidestepped her and threw a hard clothesline that connected with Sam’s upper chest and chin as she came in.  Sam’s head snapped back hard, taking her legs out from beneath her and dropping her hard onto the mat on the back of her head. Quickly she rolled to the protection of her own corner with both arms covering the back of her aching head. She sneered at Michael with pure hatred as she crawled back to her knees and without saying a word tagged in Micha.

“You’re not a part of this Micha,” said Michael as Micha climbed through the ropes. “I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want to fight either of you, but if this continues, I guarantee you will be hurt.”

“Sam’s already been hurt, Michael,” Micha replied. “And not by that clothesline. I saw you with that blonde. How could you do that to her.”

“Judy’s a friend, Micha. Like you used to be.”

Micha immediately understood the implication that Michael was making but was conflicted with trust toward Michael and loyalty toward her lifelong friend.

“I’m sorry Michael,” she said with a bit of regret. “I’d like to believe you, but I have to stand by my friend.”

Michael sighed and nodded and then raised his hands and motioned her to come forward.

Micha lunged forward and locked up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Micha was the better wrestler of the two women. She was quicker, more disciplined and much better fundamentally. She quickly moved under Michael’s right arm, getting behind her larger opponent and wrapping her arms around his waist. Michael instinctively wanted to throw back his elbow and drive it into Micha's head to force her to release the hold, but couldn’t bring himself to hurt his friend. Micha, knowing that she didn’t have the strength to execute a suplex on Michael or apply an effective enough bear hug at this point in the match, she pushed forward. Using leverage and momentum she drove Michael forward, chest first into her corner, slamming him into the turnbuckles at a high rate of speed. Michael let out a loud “ooooofffffff” as all of the air in his lungs escaped his lips. Quickly turning her opponent around Micha began to pepper his abdomen with a series of short jabs that didn’t cause much pain, but were effective in keeping Michael from regaining the air expelled from hitting the turnbuckles.

Through the blows, Michael thought that Micha might not have the killer instinct the Sam had since she could be doing much more damage than she was. Sam was now recovered and standing on the ring apron in the corner and sadistically wrapped the tag rope around her former boyfriend’s throat, choking him, while Micha continued her assault. After several seconds of struggling, Michael was able to raise up his leg and push kick Misha away. The push sent Micha sprawling onto her ass across the ring. He was then able to spin his body around to face Sam and reach to grab her. Sam easily ducked away but had to let go of the tag rope to do so. In the meantime, Micha recovered and charged at Michael, driving her shoulder into his lower back and kidneys, spearing him against the corner pads. She then tagged back in Sam.

This is where Sam and Micha were at there best. During their previous matches at the gym, they were experts in double-teaming and since they had no referee and Michael had no partner to worry about, they were easily in control.

Michael slumped in the corner as Sam climbed between the ropes. She demanded that Micha help work Michael over before exiting, but Micha abided by the rules of a handicap match and climbed back between the rope to the apron.

Sam laid into Michael with a series of 8 kicks to his lower back and sides causing him to double over in pain on the mat. Then leaping in the air, Sam pulled in her knees, coming down and driving them into Michael’s side. Michael could feel his rib cage buckle and a burning pain raced through his torso. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Sam dragged Michael back to his feet and pushed him once again into her corner where he slumped slightly, holding onto the top rope to keep from falling. His ribs were aching and every breath he took was like fire.

“What’s the matter, big boy? Don’t you have the testicular fortitude?” she cooed as she slapped an underhanded claw hold onto Michael’s crotch. Michael howled in pain as Sam tore at his manhood. She squeezed and pulled at Michael’s package for several minutes before relenting. Upon releasing the claw, Sam followed up her advantage by driving three more kicks into Michael’s side while he tried desperately to relieve the pain in his throbbing crotch.

Sam could feel her own crotch becoming wet at having dominated her former boyfriend. This feeling only grew stronger as she continued to stomp on her defenseless male opponent to the mat. Another kick to the face further opened Michael’s lip causing blood to pour freely from the open wound.

Micha looked almost stunned. She had never seen Sam like this before and it frightened her. And all the while she began to feel sorry for Michael who had obviously chosen not to fight back.

“He’s beaten Sam, just finish this and lets go home.” Micha pleaded. But Sam was not about to let this feeling of sexual excitement end just yet.  Reaching down, she pulled Michael to his feet by the hair and applied a standing side headlock. Michael was in pain, but still had his senses. His first instinct was to grab a hold of Sam’s leg, lift her up and drop her down across his knee in a backbreaker. However, even though she was viciously beating him, he could not bring himself to hurt her. As a result, Sam ran forward, keeping the headlock on and forcing Michael to keep up. Then, halfway across the ring she leapt into the air and kicked her legs out from under her driving Michael’s head into the mat in a devastating bulldog.

“Please Sam,” begged Micha of her friend. “He’s not fighting. That’s enough.”

“Of course he’s not fighting, he’s not man enough!”

 While Michael moaned prone on the mat, Sam went over and opened the duffel bag she had brought with her and removed a very large dildo.

“Look what I have for you.” Sam was almost singing. The device was nearly two feet long and 3 inches in diameter with a ball-like head and rounded studs protruding from its sides.

“You think you’re hurting now,” she squealed, “wait until I shove this up your ass and fuck you with it. But first, I want you to pleasure me.”

Sam stood over Michael’s body, straddling his torso and seductively removed her white bikini above him. The bulldog had stunned him and he had yet to regain his bearings as he lied starring up at the gym lights.

“You’re pathetic,” Sam taunted as Michael slowly started to shake the cobwebs out of his system. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you. But maybe you can be some use to me yet.”

Sam dropped down to her knees, pinning Michael’s arms out away from his body. Her naked pussy held inched above Michael’s face.

“Sam NO!” he pleaded.

“Eat me fucker!” she demanded and slammed her hot pussy into his face covering his mouth and nose and cutting off his air supply in a classic schoolboy pin. “And when you’re done, then we can play with my little toys.”

Michael bucked and kicked as the realization of his situation began to force him back into a clearer state. If Sam cut off his air supply for too long, he’d pass out and she would rape him with that…that thing. Luckily, his strength was still much more than that of Sam and his violent movements made it difficult to maintain her riding position on his face. Sam was ignorant to what was happening as Michael attempted to fling his legs up high enough to reach her head. Sam only cared about forcing Michael to pleasure her.

“Eat me, Damn it!”

Finally, Michael was able to get his legs up high enough to wrap his ankles around Sam’s head and fling her off of him, throwing her into a backward roll where she landed face down between Michael’s legs.

As they both got to their feet, Michael realized that he was possibly hurt more than he first realized. Aside from the busted lip, he was having difficulty breathing and his side hurt badly. He figured that the knees he had taken earlier may have cracked one of his ribs or at the very least he may have pulled an abdominal muscle while trying to buck Sam off of him.

 “You fucking bitch!” he growled, gasping for breath as Sam looked at him and smiled devilishly. It was the first sing of actual anger that Michael has expressed in the match. “I ought to take your God damn head off you little slut!”

“Bring it on, big boy,” Sam mocked. She was enjoying causing pain to Michael. It aroused her and the thought of being able to shove that dildo up his ass as a final form of humiliation to him, wormed its way through the back of her sick mind and rapture her sexual desires like some sort of twisted mind fuck.

Michael lunged for her. For the first time, he wanted to inflict some serious hurt on his former girlfriend. But the pain in his side slowed him slightly and Sam was able to land another kick into his ribs as he attacked. Michael buckled in pain and Sam followed with another, and another driving Michael once again back toward her corner. Michael was slowing further with each kick landed and as Michael made one final attempt to grab hold of Sam, Sam slipped in behind him and clamped on a painful abdominal stretch. Michael grunted and moaned and Sam was able to cinch it in tight and reach for the corner rope to prevent Michael from flipping her over and breaking the hold. It also increased the pressure beyond what she could normally have done alone.

“AAAAHHHHhhhhhh!” Michael cried out in pain. Sensing that if she could hold on long enough and wear Michael down further, that this might just be enough to get him into position for her finisher. The thought alone nearly made her come. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted it to happen now and she put everything she had into the hold to make it happen as Michael continued to cry out and slowly slump downward to the mat.

“Micha!”  Sam called out. “Come here and let’s finish him off together!”

Micha climbed between the ropes but hesitated in dishing out any further punishment to Michael.

“Hit him!” screamed Sam.

Micha looked at Sam and show the fire in her eyes. She then looked at Michael, struggling through the pain, his fist clenched and in position to strike with it, the side of Sam's head, but wrestling with his own morals as to whether or not to do so.

“Hit him” screamed Sam again. “What are you waiting for!”

Micha took a fighting stance, raised her leg and delivered a swift roundhouse kick to the side of the head…of Sam. Sam flew backwards, releasing the hold on Michael as he slumped to all fours on the mat. Sam landed hard on her back. Michael looked on in amazement as Micha advanced on Sam.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Sam hollered as she got back to her feet.

Micha didn’t respond and delivered a solid right hand to Sam’s jaw that knocked the naked warrior back into the opposite corner. Micha charged in, and before Sam could decipher what was happening, drove her shoulder deep into her mid-section spearing her against the corner. Sam slumped slowly to her ass on the mat and Micha planted her foot on Sam’s throat holding her in the corner.

“You don’t deserve a guy like Michael!” she shouted at Sam. “You vindictive, self-involved, moronic bitch! He hasn’t done a single thing to hurt you, though he would have every right to if he wanted. He never cheated on you and even now he’s held back from pounding your thick little head in! You stupid bitch, you couldn’t be so lucky as to find another guy like him and if he were my boyfriend, I’d treat him like a God.”

Micha lifted her foot and began stomping away at Sam's naked form.

“That’s enough!” demanded Michael, who was now getting back to his feet. “This isn’t your fight Micha…but thanks.”

Micha smiled and then turned back to pull Sam back to her feet by the hair

“Fine, she’s your then,” said Micha and then arm whipped her across the ring toward Michael who immediately caught her in a front bear hug and executed a perfect belly-to-belly suplex flipping Sam over his head and landing her hard on her back behind him.”

“God that felt good,” Michael winked at Micha. “Now its my turn.”

Pealing Sam off the mat, Michael stood her staggered body before him and delivered a solid snap kick straight to her exposed crotch. Michael begins to forget all about the pain in his side as Sam screams in agony and falls to her knees clutching her now throbbing cunt.

“So, you wanted to fuck me did you?” Michael taunted. “I don’t think I’m the one who’s being fucked tonight.”

Michael picks Sam up by the hair and throws her toward the ropes. Sam hits the ropes back first and is sling-shouted back toward the center of the ring where Michael is waiting. Lifting her as she approaches, Michael spins Sam in midair and drops her down across his outstretched knee into a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Sam screams and spasms as a jolt of pain courses throughout her entire body. Clutching her breast and her cunt in opposite hands Michael uses this double claw hold to tear at the soft tit and cunt flesh of his female adversary and to push her body across his knee to the breaking point. The torture is unbearable for Sam as her once proud facade is replaced by sheer terror and she begs for a submission.

“Oh God pleeease! I give! I give! I’m sorry! No more please Michael I give!”

“Tough.” replies Michael as coldly as tears begin to stream down Sam’s face. Her whimpers and cries grow louder as Michael give one final push before dumping her spread eagle onto the mat.

“Watch this,” Michael exclaims to Micha as he makes his way to the corner and up to the top rope. Micha smiles and gives him the thumbs up as he leaps off the top rope and crashes his entire 185 pound frame down onto his prone opponent in a full body splash. Sam’s screams as her ribcage crushes beneath the weight of the impact and plasters her entire body to the mat while her head involuntarily bounces several times before coming to rest. The pain is excruciating and Sam nearly blacks out from it. But unfortunately for her, she is still conscious as Michael directs Micha to “get the toys”.

“So, you wanted to use this on me, huh?” taunts Michael as he slaps Sam's face to bring her back to a slightly higher state of conscious thought. “Well’ since this is a ‘fuck match’ and I’m not about to put my dick into that nasty snatch of yours, I think this will come in handy after all.”

“Oh god please no.” begs Sam weakly, but Michael ignores her. His original thoughts of not wanting to hurt Sam have been replaced by sadistic thoughts of torturing her.

“Micha, why don’t you tend to one half and I’ll take care of the other.”

With that, Micha walks over and stands above her fallen friend, straddling her head and slowly removes her bikini much as Sam had done to Michael earlier. Sam knows what’s coming and begins to sob uncontrollably, as she is helpless to prevent it. Micha violently drops to her knees and pins Sam’s arms, slamming her full weight down onto her friend’s face shattering her jaw with the impact from her pubic bone. Micha’s pussy quickly becomes engulfed in her own juices as she grinds it into her friend face. Sam’s cries are muffled by Micha’s snatch as her grinding motion covers her mouth and nose cutting off her intake of air. As Micha brings herself to near orgasm on Sam’s face, Michael straddles Sam’s torso facing her feet and raised the dildo, originally brought by Sam, up over his head and then drives it down like a sledgehammer between his former girlfriend spread legs and pounds it into her exposed cunt. There is a muffled scream and Sam’s legs begin to buck violently as Michael pumps the sadistic toy in and out of Sam’s sex. Sam’s convulsions are violent but quickly begin to slow as the pain of the fucking and the lack of air take effect until they cease altogether and her two tormentors remove themselves from her battered body.

Sam’s breathing becomes heavy as her body tries to take in, as much needed air as possible, as quickly as possible. Tears have smeared the mascara on her face and her hair is sweat soaked and matted to Sam’s gorgeous face. She is conscious, but just barely and she is unable to even move.

“Awwwww, poor baby,” mocks Micha. “Michael, she really wanted this ‘fuck match’ so why don’t you give it to her.”

Michael and Micha exchange wicked smiles and Michael moves in on Sam.

“I’ve got a better idea,” says Michael’s as he grabs Sam’s hair and begins to drags her.  The dildo embedded in her cunt leaves a trail of her juices on the mat as she is dragged to the corner and propped into a sitting position against the turnbuckles.  Her broken jaw prevents her from closing her mouth as Michael removes his boxers exposing his 10” rock hard shaft. Straddling her body once again, Michael inserts his cock into Sam’s mouth and begins to repeatedly thrust his manhood into her. His violent thrusts smash into her face again and again breaking her nose. Sam begins to choke on the massive cock and loses consciousness as Michael shoots his cum deep down her throat. Blood and excess jisim pour from the mouth and nose of Sam’s shattered face. As Michael pulls away Sam’s body slumps froward and falls lifelessly to the mats like a sack of wet noodles. A final vicious pull on her nipples by Micha garners an unconscious whimper from Sam’s lips.

Micha smiles at Michael and then jumps into his arms in celebration. As she caresses his body with her hands, she works her way down his body to his still rock hard dick.

“So, do you think we could possibly be more than friends now?” asks Micha, gently fondling his cock in her hands.

            Michael smiles and plants a rough kiss on her lips that inspire a very pleasurable whimper from Micha.

            “What do you think?” he asks and then drives a hard knee straight up into her crotch. Micha screams in agony as she drops to her knees on the mat. “Do you think I would have anything to do with you after what you just did to your supposed best friend?”

            Micha’s face pleads for Michael’s understanding, but she is speechless make a case. Michael clutches her hair and lifts her to her feet where he drives a second knee into her abdomen. Micha grunts and is doubled over in pain as Michael grabs her head and thrusts it between his thighs. Micha pleads in panic as Michael reached around her torso and lifts her into an inverted position with her head still between his legs.

            “Please Michael, I did it for you. I love you. Please don’t do this to me”

            But her pleas fall on deaf ears as Michael leaps up and kicks his legs out in front, landing on his ass and delivering a devastating pile driver to his want-to-be lover. Micha’s spine is compressed upon impact and she crumbles to the mat moaning softly.

            “I held back Micha because I’m not done with you yet,” declares Michael. “You want me? Well you’re going to get me, bitch!”

            Michael delivers three double axe handle blows in succession to Micha’s left tit.

            “Unnngh!”

            “Aaaaggghhhhhooooo!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

The third blow began to bring Misha out of her stupor slightly. Just enough so she could fully experience a full body splash from the top rope. Much like the one Michael had given Sam earlier. Like Sam, Micha was plastered to the mat; her rib cage collapsed beneath the weight of the impact and the pain nearly caused her to black out. But unfortunately for her, she didn’t.

“I’m not finished with you yet Micha. We’ve gotten soften up that cunt of yours if you want some of this.”

“Please Michael no,” Micha sobbed. “I can’t tak……AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”

A punch directly into her pussy shot massive amounts of pain through her body and interrupted her pleas. Then came another… and another…and another. Micha was sobbing uncontrollably now as Michael mounted her body, pinning her arms down above her head. His swollen cock was massive as Micha screamed in pain as he rammed it into her battered pussy. The violent fucking was painful. But she still brought to orgasm almost instantly as she could feel Michael’s cock continually pound the back wall of her cervix. Wave after wave ripped through her ravaged body and Michael compounded the fucking but gnawing and tearing at her tits with his teeth. Michael came hard within her. It was brutal and painful, yet it was also what Micha had always secretly fantasized for. After several minutes and multiple orgasms, Micha’s body simply shut down and drifted her mind into the cold world of unconsciousness.

Michael climbed off his defeated opponent. Her body battered and her tits bloodied, Micha would need time to recover physically. As would Sam…probably a longer recovery period for her. Their friendship however, would never recover. Michael left the ring, changed into his clothes and went home leaving both women physically devastated and their friendship destroyed.