Awesome Kong vs WWE

by Knicks455

Summary:

Awesome Kong faces her first challenge. American Ninja Warrior and WWE superstar Kacy Catanzaro.

Can Kong dominate the Mighty Kacy or will her speed and athletic ability be able to overcome the huge size difference.

Chapter 1

The Mighty Kacy Catcanzaro runs down the ring, high fiving the excited fan base, loving her energy and tight toned body. Kacy is wearing her normal two piece colorful outfit. Her brown hair worn loose down to her shoulder flowing behind her. Her perfectly toned body from years of Gymnastics and being one of the greatest Ninja Warriors. Kacy flips over the ropes into the ring as fans cheer her amazing entrance as the lights lower making Kacy nervous as her surprise opponent gets ready to come out.

Soon a thunder noise sounds off as the word KONG appears on the jumbotron. Out walks a menacing 6’0” tall 250 pound dressed in all leather black woman known as The Awesome Kong. She walks down the aisle staring daggers at tiny Kacy who stands in the corner scared at the monster walking towards the ring. Kong walks up the stairs and steps in the ring still staring at the 5’1” 100 pound warrior.

Once Kong walks in, the steel cage starts to lower, trapping Kacy in the ring with the monster in front of her. Kacy knows she has to figure out how to use her speed as an advantage and get the monster down to the mat to negate her strength. She must make this match quick because with the cage down, there is not much room to maneuver and if Kong gets her hand on Kacy the match will be over.

The bell clanged, signaling the start of the match. Kong emerged from the shadows, a monolith of muscle and menace. She stalked towards Kacy, a sadistic smile playing on her full lips. Kacy knew she had to be smart, to use her speed and agility to outmaneuver her adversary. But with two locked eyes, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to become the evening's entertainment to the crowd's delight.

The behemoth lunged, her massive arms reaching out to grab Kacy, but the nimble athlete slipped away, her eyes never leaving Kong's. She darted around the ring, using her speed to avoid the monstrous woman's grasp, each evasion earning her a smattering of applause from the spectators. But Kong was relentless, her heavy boots pounding the mat in pursuit.

The two women circled each other, Kacy's eyes searching for an opening while Kong's smirk grew wider, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. Suddenly, Kacy's eyes lit up with a spark of strategy. She waited for the perfect moment, and then Kong lunged at her, giving Kacy her opportunity. Kacy sprang into action. Leaping onto the ropes, she used her momentum to deliver a jump kick hitting Kong in her chest.. The impact was surprising, and for a moment, Kong stumbled backward.

But it wasn't enough.

Kacy liked the idea and ran back to the ropes gaming momentum to try the aerial assault again, but with a growl that rumbled through the arena, Kong surged forward, catching Kacy out of the air. Her grip was vice-like around her upper body, and Kacy could feel her ribs creaking under the immense pressure. The crowd held its breath, their excitement morphing into a collective gasp as Kong hoisted Kacy above her head with ease.

In a blink, Kacy found herself slammed down onto Kong's thick knee, the impact of the backbreaker sending a bolt of pain through her body. Her cry of agony was swallowed by the roar of the crowd, the sound echoing in her ears as the air was forced from her lungs and bending her body at an awkward angle.

Kong, reveling in her dominance, lifted Kacy off her knee and threw her into the corner turnbuckle with the ease of tossing a ragdoll. The ring's steel frame trembled from the force, and Kacy felt the cold, unforgiving turnbuckle press into her back.

Her body ached from the impact, and she could feel the wind knocked out of her. She coughed, trying to regain her breath as stars danced before her eyes, only her arms over the top rope kept her standing. The crowd's cheers were a distant echo, a cruel reminder of her precarious situation.

With a malicious grin, Kong charged all 250 pounds forward, her thighs bulging with power. Kacy knew she had to move and tried, but it was too late. The behemoth collided with her, and Kacy's head snapped back from the force, the corner's padding doing little to soften the blow. The air was driven from her lungs once more as Kong stepped back from the smaller wrestler as she slumped down to the canvas, her legs giving out beneath her.

Her vision swimming, Kacy felt Kong's rough hand fist into her sweat-soaked hair, yanking her back to her feet. The pain was searing, and she could feel the roots of her hair protest against the unyielding grip. With a primal roar, Kong threw her into the steel cage that surrounded the ring. The impact was deafening, and she crumpled to the mat, her body wracked with spasms of agony as she fell to the mat again.

Kong raised her arms as the crowd cheered the dominance of Kong. They wanted to see more of Kong destroying the smaller warrior.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had, the Mighty Kacy pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her body screamed in protest, but she ignored it, her eyes locked onto the towering figure of Kong, who was now advancing towards her, a look of pure victory in her eyes.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the arena, Kong sprinted at Kacy and landed a swift kick to Kacy's tight abs, Kong sent her sprawling onto her back, the wind knocked out of her once again. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their bloodlust unabated. The pain was intense, a white-hot knife that sliced through her core. Kacy's arms wrapped around her stomach reflexively, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave of agony.

Bending down, Kong's powerful hands closed around the fabric of the back of Kacy's sports bra, her meaty fingers straining the material. With all of her strength she ripped the back of Kacy’s top and ripped it off to show the fans. The crowd's gasps were almost as loud as the rip itself, and Kacy's modest B-cup breasts spilled free, bouncing with the impact of hitting the mat. The arena was a sea of ogling eyes and lewd comments, but all she could focus on was the burning humiliation and the shock of what was happening to her in front of the thousands of people in the crowd.

Kong held up the torn sports bra with a cruel laugh, the fabric fluttering from her hand like a defeated flag. "Looks like you're not so tough now," she taunted, her deep voice a mockery of the fierce competitor Kacy had once been. The crowd cheered, the sound like acid in Kacy's ears as she laid on her stomach as she used her hands and arms to cover her modest chest hoping nobody would see them.

The monolithic woman stepped closer, staring at the tiny girl in front of her. Her tanned toned back was naked from the waist up. Kong kicked Kacy in the side forcing her to roll onto her back. Kong then placed her heavy boot onto Kacy's hair, pinning her head to the ground. With a sadistic sneer, she reached down and easily removed Kacy’s arm from covering her breasts and grabbed Kacy's breasts. She then roughly pulled them up trying to rip her breasts off Kacy’s body lifting them upward with a strength that defied belief. Kacy's eyes watered with pain as her head was forced down as the rest of her body arched up. Her chin is almost touching her chest. Kacy started to tap to try and end the match, but the ref ignored her plea. Her heart raced, not just from the pain but from the realization that she had underestimated her opponent's brutality.

With a swift, deliberate movement, Kong let go of Kacy's tender flesh, then raising her right foot and stomping down on Kacy's tight stomach. The force was like a sledgehammer, and Kacy curled into a ball, her sobs echoing through the arena. The crowd's excitement grew, seeing this and hoping to see more of Kacy’s body.

But to the crowd's pleasure Kong wasn't done yet. Next, she flipped Kacy onto her bruised stomach and sat down all of her massive weight onto the small of Kacy’s back, crushing her. Kong hooked Kacy's legs into her armpits, pulling them back and up until Kacy's face was buried in the mat. The crowd's anticipation grew as they recognized the maneuver—the Boston crab. The pressure on Kacy's lower back was unbearable, and she screamed in agony. Using Kacy’s flexibility against her, Kong was able to pull them so far back, Kacy’s feet were almost touching her head.

As if to add insult to injury, Kong let go of one of Kacy’s legs and reached down and began to rub Kacy's crotch, her rough palm moving in slow, deliberate circles. The fabric of Kacy's light shorts grew darker with each pass, the evidence of her arousal clear for all to see. The crowd's cheers grew louder, feeding off the power dynamics playing out before them. Kacy's body began to shake, despite her protests, began to respond to the stimulation, betraying her in the most embarrassing of ways.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the din. "Stop." But Kong was merciless, her hand starting to move faster. The tension grew, the anticipation in the air thick with the scent of sweat and fear.

To Kacy's horror, she felt her body start to react, her clit swelling under the relentless pressure. Her hips began to buck as her body begins to sweat more. The crowd's cheers become louder as they watched the tiny warrior succumb to the pleasure that Kong had so cruelly bestowed upon her.

The pressure grew unbearable, and Kacy felt her orgasm build, despite her desperate efforts to hold it back. Her body tightened, and she knew she couldn't fight it any longer. With a final, desperate cry, she climaxed, her body shaking violently under the weight of Kong as the crowd roared their approval. The wet spot on her shorts grew, a humiliating testament to her body's treachery.

Kong let go of Kacy’s shaking legs and stood up looking at the defeated brunette.. "You're mine now," she said barely audible above the crowd roar, her voice a dark promise. "I'll make you cum until you can't even walk."

The world around Kacy swirled in a dizzying maelstrom of pain and pleasure. She knew she had to find a way out of this nightmare but the cage kept her trapped. But for now, all she could do was endure, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her forced orgasm. The battle was far from over, and Kacy's resolve was about to be tested in ways she had never imagined.

Kong, noticing the stirring in the audience, took a dramatic step back, her eyes scanning the sea of faces before her. With a wink at a particularly eager fan, she pointed to the kendo stick displayed at the ringside. The fan's eyes widened, and he scurried to retrieve the weapon, his hands shaking with excitement. The crowd's roars grew more frenzied as they caught on to the twist in the plot.

Meanwhile, Kacy saw Kong facing away from her and interacting with the crowd. She took advantage of the momentary distraction to crawl towards the corner where the door was, her bruised body moving with the desperation of a trapped animal. The canvas burned against her skin with every movement, but she ignored the pain, driven by a primal instinct to survive. Her eyes were locked on the cage, searching for an escape from this twisted game.

But Kong heard the fans that Kacy was trying to escape. She turned and her gaze fell upon Kacy, and with a sadistic grin, she slapped the kendo stick that the fan had handed to her against the mat. The wood was smooth and cold in her grip, a tool of pain and domination. Her eyes gleamed as she took in the sight of her opponent's exposed, trembling form.

Kong got close and swung the stick across Kacy's sweaty back. The crack was like a gunshot in the tense arena, and Kacy's scream pierced the air as a crimson welt rose on her flesh. The crowd gasped, and even some of the most seasoned patrons winced at the brutal display. Kacy's body arched in pain, her hands reaching back in a futile attempt to protect herself from the onslaught.

Another strike came, and another, each hit more agonizing than the last. Kacy's back was a canvas of welts and bruises, a macabre work of art painted by the kendo stick's cruel kiss. Each blow sent waves of agony through her, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling on the edge of consciousness. The stick was unforgiving, leaving no part of her spine untouched, the pain searing through her like a branding iron.

Finally, Kong decided she had had her fun and approached the sobbing Kacy. Kong grinned seeing the crazy red welts across Kacy’s topless body. She agin bent down to easily lift up the hurting wrestler and with a cruel jerk, she dragged the former Ninja Warrior to the corner, any movement causing more pain to the once Mighty Kacy. Kong threw Kacy into the unforgiven corner slamming Kacy's already bruised back causing more pain.

Once in the corner, Kong placed Kong's arms over the top rope, keeping her precariously upright. With a snarl, she ripped the wet fabric of Kacy's shorts down, exposing her shaved pussy to the thousands of people. Kacy can only cry in humiliation and pain from what has happened and the knowledge of Kong brutality and what is going to happen. The cheers grew louder, a cacophony of depraved excitement of the destruction of Kacy Catanzaro.

Kong stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a twisted smile. Kacy's eyes were squeezed shut in pain, her small red chest heaving with sobs, her bruised abs covered in sweat and the sticky warmth of her arousal coated her thighs, and she felt a fresh wave of embarrassment wash over her. She had never been so vulnerable, so utterly exposed to the cruel whims of another.

The behemoth leaned in, her hot breath tickling Kacy's ear. "You're going to take it like the good little slut you are," she whispered, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure and started to kiss Kacy’s neck as she felt Kong’s huge hand grab her pink nipples. Kacy's eyes snapped open, feeling the inappropriate touch again, her green orbs meeting the cold, black pools of Kong's gaze.

Kong broke the kiss and leaned down and picked up the kendo stick again and with a snarl, Kong raised the kendo stick high, her biceps bulging with the effort. The crowd leaned in, hungry for the next act of depravity. "Pleasure will come," she promised, "but first, you must embrace the pain."

Kong lowered the stick and then swung upward with a brutal arc, connecting with Kacy's exposed pussy. The impact was a white-hot bolt of agony, and she screamed as her body convulsed around the invasive wooden shaft. The crowd's roar grew to a fever pitch, a symphony of depravity that seemed to fuel Kong's strength. The stick struck again and again, each blow a vicious reminder of her vulnerability. Her thighs trembled, her abs clenched in reflexive agony as she was forced to absorb the punishing blows.

The stick's impact grew more intense, moving from her pussy to her abs, then to her breasts. Each strike sent shockwaves through her body, leaving her gasping for breath, her vision swimming. Her screams grew weaker, her body close to the brink of collapse. Kacy’s eyes closed as tears dripped down, as her skin was covered in red bruises with small cuts across her body.

In a moment that seemed to stretch on forever, Kong raised the stick one last time, the muscles in her arm standing out in stark relief. The wood met Kacy's tender abs with a sickening crack, and the stick shattered into splinters, leaving only a jagged point in her hand. The crowd's excitement grew to a crescendo as the stick's end was revealed, a twisted smile playing on Kong's lips.

Kong looked down at the pained filled Kacy, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice. Kacy's only movement is her flat tanned stomach slowly moving in and out covered in welts close to passing out from the pain. The crowd grew still, anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog. Then, without warning, she brought the pointed end of the stick to Kacy's abused pussy, pushing it inside her with a brutal thrust. Kacy's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream torn from her lips as the wood pierced her unexpected flesh. The pain was unbearable, but even amidst the agony, she felt her body betraying her, the beginnings of a second orgasm building within her.

With a sadistic chuckle, Kong began to pump the makeshift weapon in and out of Kacy's tight, bruised hole. The crowd's cheers grew louder, a cacophony of excitement that seemed to fuel the behemoth's movements. Each thrust was like a dagger, tearing into Kacy's soul and leaving her trembling in the corner. Her body was a battleground, torn between the pain and the perverse pleasure that Kong had so expertly woven together.

The world grew hazy around the edges, the pain and pleasure melding into a single, overwhelming force. Kacy felt herself climax, her pussy clamping down on the invading object, a warm gush of wetness mingling with the blood that seeped from the wound. Her body convulsed, her cries of pain and pleasure indistinguishable from one another.

The crowd erupted, their cheers echoing through the arena. Kong pulled out the slick stick, a twisted look of triumph on her face as she watched the blood and fluids dribble from Kacy's ravaged opening. The former Ninja Warrior hung limply in the corner, her body a wreckage of bruises, cuts, and the sticky evidence of her humiliation.

Kong then forced Kacy’s mouth slightly open with ease and gently placed the cum and blood coated stick into her mouth and made Kacy swallow her own juices. Kacy had no energy or strength to stop Kong and just accepted her fate. The crowd cheered louder as Kong removed the clean stick from Kacy’s mouth as Kacy's head drooped, still only being held up by the ropes.

Knowing the end was near, Kong wrapped her powerful hand around Kacy's throat, lifting her out of the corner as if she weighed nothing. Kacy's eyes widened, her body dangling in the air like a ragdoll. The pressure was immense, cutting off her air, and she could feel the beginnings of panic setting in. But she didn't fight back, her strength spent and her will broken.

With a fierce grin, Kong choked slammed Kacy onto the mat that seemed to shake the very foundations of the arena. The impact was like a bomb, her body bouncing off the unforgiving canvas. The crowd's screams grew to a fever pitch, their bloodlust sated by the display of raw power. Kacy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she went limp, unconsciousness stealing her away from the hellish reality she had found herself in.

Kong placed her large boot over Kacy’s small tits, breathing heavily, and finally allowed the referee to do his job. The referee's count echoed through the arena. "One... two... three!" The final count was met with a deafening cheer, and the referee's arm shot into the air, signaling the end of the match.

Kong strutted back to the center of the ring, her muscles rippling with the effort of the fight. She raised Kacy's torn shorts high above her head, the scent of the defeated warrior's arousal filling her nostrils. The crowd went wild, a cacophony of cheers and whistles that seemed to mock Kacy's pain.

The behemoth stepped out of the ring, leaving Kacy flat on the mat. Kacy just laid there, her once perfect body now covered in bruises, red welts and scratches, while her pussy and thighs covered in cum and blood still dripping from her broken vagina. Her sobs were muffled, her body trembling from the onslaught she had endured. As the fans reached out to touch their champion, Kong felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a feeling she hadn't experienced since her early days in the ring. The power, the control, it was intoxicating.

The referee hovered over Kacy, checking her pulse and whispering reassurances into her ear. Slowly, she began to stir, the fog of unconsciousness lifting. The world came back into focus, and she realized that she had lost, utterly and completely, to a woman whose very existence was a testament to the limits she had always pushed against.

Chapter 2: Awesome Kong vs Alexa Bliss

Summary:

Awesome Kong faces her next challenge. Alexa Bliss. Can Bliss defeat the Amazon or will her body betray and cum at the hands of the Awesome Kong

"You've got to be kidding me," Alexa Bliss muttered under her breath, her eyes glued to the looming figure of Kong striding confidently towards the ring. The crowd's roar grew deafening as Kong waved Kacy Cantazaro's panties like a victory flag, the fabric fluttering wildly in the arena's hot lights. Alexa's heart hammered in her chest, her palms slick with sweat against the ring's ropes. At 5'1" and 105 pounds, she knew she was a huge underdog in this match—a fact that wasn't lost on the audience either. They'd come to see the spectacle, and she had a feeling she was going to be on the receiving end of it.

Her blue and pink outfit clung to her tanned skin, showcasing every curve and muscle she'd worked so hard to maintain. Her blonde curly hair going midway down her back and pretty face, covered in nervous sweat hoping she does not end up like her friend Kacy. Yet, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerhouse that was Kong. The towering black woman, a mountain of muscle, glared down at her, a smug smile playing on her lips. Alexa took a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her flat stomach. This wasn't just any match; it was the first ever first to cum challenge, and she was all too aware of what that meant.

"You ready to get fucked up, Bliss?" Kong's deep voice echoed around the arena, sending a shiver down Alexa's spine. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and jeers, the anticipation palpable. Alexa swallowed hard trying to get as far away as possible from the monster, for the first time ever, Alexa was unable to muster some kind of retort. She nodded instead, her blonde hair bobbing slightly.

The referee, a stern woman with a no-nonsense attitude, gave the final instructions. "You know the rules," she barked. "First one to make the other cum wins. No biting, no gouging, everything else is in play." With a dramatic flourish, she slapped her hands together. "Let's get this show on the road!"

The bell rang out, piercing the air like a gunshot, and Alexa took a tentative step forward, hands raised and ready. She didn’t know how she was going to win, because she was weaker and smaller then Kong and not as quick or athletic as Kacy and knew what happened to her. Bliss thought maybe she was smarter than Kong and would need to use her brain or else she was going to be naked in front of thousands of people.

Kong lunged at Bliss and with a burst of speed Alexa ducked under and darted around the ring, her feet flying over the mat as she circled the behemoth in front of her. Kong's eyes tracked her movements, trying to focus on the pink and blue blur. The crowd was on their feet, shouting her name. "Kong! Kong!" The chant grew louder, knowing they wanted to see her destroy and strip Alexa Bliss.

As Kong turned to face her, and Alexa was quicker again and got behind Kong and saw the opportunity to strike, her fist flying towards the muscular back. Her knuckles with all of her power connected with Kong’s broad shoulders, but Kong barely flinched. With a snarl, the larger woman swung a massive backwards punch, her arm moving with the speed and force of a wrecking ball. Alexa ducked low, the wind from Kong's fist ruffling her hair, and she danced out of reach. The crowd gasped, and Alexa felt a flicker of satisfaction and relief that the powerful didn’t land.

Kong’s patience was waning. Kong's smile had turned into a scowl, her eyes narrowed into slits. Alexa knew she had to keep her on her toes, keep her guessing. As Kong stepped towards her, Alexa saw her opening and took it—a swift kidney punch that made the big woman's knees buckle and gave the chance for Alexa just enough time for her to land another hit into the black woman's side. The crowd's chant grew into a roar, and Alexa felt the thrill of the fight begin to course through her veins.

Kong's annoyance was clear in the way her teeth ground together and her eyes flashed. She'd expected an easy victory, but Alexa wasn't going to give her one. The blonde's heart raced as she darted in again, her fists flying like a blur. Each hit landed with precision, but she knew she had to be careful with her hits not being nearly as strong as Kong’s. One wrong move and she'd be flat on her back, staring up at the lights. The taste of fear was bitter on her tongue, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the prize—making Kong cum.

Alexa kept moving,landing a punch and jumping out of Kong's reach as she studied Kong's movements, looking for a more permanent attack she could exploit to really hurt the amazon. And then she saw it—the way Kong kept aiming at Alexa’s flat toned stomach, glistening with sweat. An idea took hold, and she licked her lips, feeling a dangerous thrill. If she could use her opponent's distraction against her, she might just stand a chance.

Slowly, Alexa began to tease, running her fingers along the bare skin of her midriff, tauntingly. "Is this what you want, Kong?" she purred, her voice carrying through the arena. "You want to feel perfection?" The crowd hooted and hollered, the energy in the room spiking as they watched the smaller woman flaunt herself. Kong's expression grew darker, the smugness fading into something more primal.

But it was a mistake. Not realizing how quick Kong can be, a large fist exploded and into a bone-crushing punch to her midsection. The wind was knocked out of her, and she doubled over, dropping down to one knee as stars danced before her eyes. The pain was so intense that she could barely breathe, much less think. Her body felt like it was being crushed by an unseen vice.

Taking advantage of Alexa's moment of weakness, Kong grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upright, and threw her into the ropes with a snarl. Alexa's body bounced back towards her, and as she did, she saw the gleam of anticipation in Kong's eyes. The bigger woman raised her large leg and just as Alexa came back at full speed, she drove her knee into the blonde's gut with the force of a battering ram.

Alexa's body flipped over Kong's knee, and she hit the mat with a sickening thud. The air was forced from her lungs in a painful gasp, and she curled into a fetal position, clutching at her stomach. The crowd's cheers grew into a fever pitch, their excitement palpable as they watched the smaller wrestler struggle to recover.

But Kong wasn't done. She stalked towards Alexa, a predator eyeing its prey, and planted a heavy foot on the blonde's face, pressing her face into the mat. Alexa feet kicked the mat trying to get the large boot off her face "You think you can beat me?" she bellowed, her voice echoing around the arena. "You're going to beg for mercy before this is over."

Kong steps off of the blonde and with a grunt, Alexa slowly manages to push herself onto her hands and knees, trying to regain composure. The crowd was going wild as Kong grinned over her victim.

With a roar, Kong took two powerful steps towards Alexa and aimed a huge kick right at her exposed stomach landing deep into Alexa’s soft stomach. The kick had enough force to Alexa’s bruised stomach knocking her to her side and rolled out under the ropes and onto the cold, hard floor outside the ring. She landed with a pained grunt on her shoulder, her body spasming around the newfound agony.

Kong quickly follows Alexa out of the ring knowing that Alexa was basically done and now her little toy.

Alexa, struggling to catch her breath, grabbed the ring apron to help her rise, but her legs gave her little support. As she rises she hears the fans get louder but doesn’t know where Kong is as her back turned to the menacing figure behind her.

Alexa starts to turn around and her heart skips a beat as she sees Kong charging at her. Before she could react, Kong drops her shoulder and slams it into the blonde’s vulnerable stomach and slams her to the ground. The air rushed from her lungs, and she was driven to the floor, her eyes watering with pain. The impact was like nothing she'd ever felt before—like being hit by a speeding car, only the agony lingered, searing through her very core.

Kong stood over her, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Looks like you're not so fast now, little one."

The crowd's cheers turned into a mix of awe and excitement as they watched the powerhouse in action. Alexa's breathing was labored, her tanned body trembling covered in sweat as she lay on the floor clutching her abused stomach and softly sobbing.

With a wicked laugh, Kong grabbed a handful of Alexa's sweaty blonde hair, yanking her to her feet. The crowd's anticipation grew as the two women faced off again, One strong and confident, while the other one's eyes barely opened. Kong with full force throws Alexa into the guardrail with a bone-crushing force, her back slamming against the cold, unforgiving metal. The impact sent a shockwave through her, and she cried out, her voice raw and desperate as she stayed on her feet being supported by the guardrail.

As if the pain wasn't enough, the moment her body made contact with the barricade, eager hands reached out from the crowd, helping keep her body vertical. The random hands start to fondle her, groping her hips and thighs, their grubby fingers slipping under her shorts to graze her sensitive skin. Alexa's face contorted in a mix of agony and horror as her breasts were squeezed by horny men and women, but she was too hurt to react.

Kong leaned down, her hot breath fanning Alexa's face, and whispered, "Let's give the fans a real show, shall we?" With a brutal yank, she ripped the top from Alexa's body, exposing her tanned breasts to the ravenous crowd. The fabric tore away, and the blonde's nipples immediately stiffened from the cool air and the excitement of the close by fans. They grabbed them, twisting and pulling, the sharp pain adding to the symphony of agony already playing out across her body. Her light blue shorts started to darken in her crotch area by the fans' touch.

The sadistic grin never left Kong's face as she grabbed Alexa’s arm and again with full power threw Alexa bliss into the metal steps back first making her grunt and slump down lying on her back not moving.

Kong smiled, watching with glee as Alexa struggled to breathe as she softly sobbed, rubbing the bruise on her back and trying to find any semblance of comfort in the sea of torment. Kong then with one hand easily lifts up the once proud blonde and rolls Alexa into the ring with a careless flick of her wrist, Alexa stops on her back with her tits pointing to the sky and her once perfect belly covered in bruises slightly rising and falling from her shallow breaths. Her skin was slick with sweat, tears and bruises, and her heart pounded like a drum in her ears. This wasn't just about winning anymore; it was about survival and getting out without too much pain and embarrassment.

Kong smiled, watching with glee as Alexa struggled to breathe as she softly sobbed, covering her pretty face. Then, as if the match wasn't already tipped heavily in her favor, she reached under the ring and pulled out her favorite weapon—a kendo stick. The crowd's excitement hit fever pitch, their chants for Kong turning into a cacophony of bloodlust. The stick was a symbol of power and pain in her hands, and Alexa was currently unaware of how bad things will be. Kong then walks to the steps and bangs the thick wooden stick into the steel steps making the crowd cheer more.

The stick was long and thick, a tool of both pleasure and pain in Kong's capable hands. She grinned, staring at the slowly struggling blonde as she entered the ring, the wooden weapon cutting through the air with a deadly whistle. She walked over to Alexa who rolled to her stomach and again tried to get up and defend herself. "You're not done yet," she said, her voice low and menacing. "We're just getting started."

With a brutal swing, Kong brought the stick down onto Alexa's bare back. The sound of wood connecting with flesh was sickeningly loud, and the blonde's scream filled the air as she writhed on the mat, her body a canvas of pain. The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers feeding Kong's sadistic streak.

Alexa's eyes squeezed shut as tears poured out, and she bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood, but it didn't block out the agony. The stick left a red welt on her skin, the outline of the weapon stark against her tanned back.

Kong's smile grew wider as she saw the effect the first hit had. She raised the stick again, ready to deliver another blow. The second hit was just as painful as it connected with the side of Alexa’s body making her grunt again.

The next few moments were a blur of pain and desperation. Kong rained blows down on her, the stick striking her abs and back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Each hit was met with a guttural scream from Alexa, her body contorting as she tried to evade the relentless assault. Her once smooth skin grew welted and bruised, the pain searing through her with every movement. Unfortunately, Alexa clung to consciousness, feeling every blow wishing she would pass out from the pain.

Kong aimed for Alexa’s thick legs next, and the agony was unbearable. Each smack of the stick on her thighs and calves made her jerk, her teeth grinding together. Her once perfect body is now covered in bruises and scrapes with droplets of blood coming out of some of the wounds.

The stick came down a few more times almost bringing Alexa to unconscious, Begging to herself to pass out hoping it would stop the monster and the match.

But finally after almost 20 hits Kong stopped. The crowd's chant grew to a hush, the anticipation thick in the air. Alexa's sobs grew quieted down as if she had no more energy left, her body trembling with pain and fear. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mind a haze of agony.

Once the pain stopped coming she started to feel a pair of strong hands grab the waistband of her tight shorts and then she felt the smooth fabric of her shorts being pulled away, and she didn't resist. What was the point? Kong had taken all of the resistance from the once fiery blonde. The shorts slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles, leaving her bare ass exposed on the mat.

Kong's booted foot kicked Alexa in the side and forced Alexa to her back and now exposing her pussy to the cheering crowd. The cool air kissed her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine. The stick hovered above her, and she braced herself for the final blow, the one that would push her over the edge into oblivion.

But instead of pain, she felt a strange inappropriate touch, a gentle caress across her bruised and tender flesh. The crowd's energy shifted, their cheers turning into a mix of shock and arousal. Kong had switched tactics and knelt down and started to rub Alexa’s smooth pussy with her meaty fingers. The muscular woman leaned closer to Alexa’s ear, her hot breath ghosting across Alexa's. "You're going to cum for me now," she growled, her voice thick with desire.

Alexa felt the stick sliding between her legs, the thick rough wood pressing against her smooth clit, sending a bolt of electricity through her. Despite the pain, she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips. Kong chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. Alexa put her hands to her face trying to block out the big black woman dominating her first physically and now sexually.

The stick moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the pain and pleasure mixing into a confusing cocktail. Her body began to respond against her will, her hips moving slightly to meet each stroke. The crowd's chant grew more frenzied, their eyes glued to the erotic dance playing out in the ring. Alea’s bruised stomach started to move faster, matching her faster breathing. Tears continue to fall from her face as she can’t believe what is happening to her.

Kong leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against Alexa's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Alexa's face nodded, her sobs growing quieter, more desperate. She didn't know if she liked it or if she was just in too much pain to think straight. But she could feel it, the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside her. It was wrong, it was humiliating, but she couldn't stop it.

Her body began to shake as more sweat poured out of her tanned body, the pleasure building until it washed over her like a tidal wave, consuming her. The crowd erupted into cheers as Alexa covered her rad face as screamed out her release, her back arching off the mat.

Kong got up, pulling the stick out of Alexa’s cumming pussy as Alexa’s chest heaving with exertion. "That was fun. Let's see how quickly you can cum again?" she taunted.

Alexa's hands covered her face, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. The tears streamed down her face, her sexy thighs covered with sweat and cum, as the reality of what had just happened hit her. She'd cum in front of a room full of strangers, forced to her breaking point by this monstrous woman. The sound of her own pleasure had echoed through the arena, and she couldn't help but feel like a piece of herself had been stolen.

But the crowd didn't see it that way. They were on their feet, roaring for more. And with a sadistic smile, Kong threw the stick into the sea of eager hands. It vanished into the darkness, only to be caught by some lucky fan who'd never forget the feel of Alexa Bliss's cum on their skin.

The chant grew louder, more insistent. "One more! One more!" they roared. And as if to answer their call, Kong easily picked up the blonde and put her into a full nelson and marched the naked warrior as fans cheered. The tanned blond could not fight back as her energy was gone and the fight had left her.

With a smirk, kept Alexa up with one arm and then with her free hand attacked Alexa's wet pussy. She roughly inserted three meaty fingers into Alexa’s pusy making the blonde whimper softly. Kong’s calloused fingers rough against the tender flesh. Alexa's body was still reeling from the first orgasm, but the new sensation was too much. Her eyes widened in horror as she felt the beginnings of a second climax building, her body betraying her once more.

Alexa tried to get Kong’s strong hands out of her pussy but wasn’t strong enough and had to accept the fate of cumming for a second time in front of the fans.

The crowd leaned in, their eyes glued to the obscene scene playing out before them. They could see the desperation in Alexa's eyes, the way her body writhed in Kong's grip. And yet, they begged for more. The chant grew deafening, a symphony of depraved pleasure that seemed to fuel the larger woman's sadistic desires.

With a final, brutal twist, Kong forced another orgasm from Alexa's trembling body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed—a sound that was equal parts ecstasy and agony. The crowd went wild, their cheers drowning out the cries of the defeated wrestler.

Alexa hung in Kong's controlling grip, her body limp, her mind reeling. She couldn't believe she'd lost like this—couldn't believe she'd been brought to climax not once, but twice, in front of this ravenous crowd.

The referee's bell chimed through the arena, the sweet sound of victory for Kong as she drops the blonde who just lies on the mat.. The crowd erupted in cheers, their lustful eyes still glued to the defeated Alexa. As the sound of the bell faded, the roar of the crowd grew louder, a cacophony of victory cries and catcalls. Kong's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she held up her hand for the crowd to see.

With a rough yank, Alexa's hair was pulled taut, forcing her to sit up. Her eyes stung with tears, her vision blurred by the pain and humiliation. The cool air of the arena caressed her bruised and exposed body, making her shiver. Her bare breasts heaved with each painful breath, and she felt the stickiness of her own release on her thighs.

Kong grabbed a microphone from the ring announcer, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she held it to her lips. The crowd's cheers grew deafening as she spoke, her voice carrying over the speakers. "You all saw it! I dominated both Alexa Bliss and Kacy Catanzaro!" she bellowed, her voice filled with pride. "I made them beg for mercy, I made them cum for you!"

The crowd's response was explosive, their adoration for the powerful black warrior reaching new heights. They chanted her name, their voices a thunderous wave of approval. Alexa felt the heat of their gaze on her, their lust mixing with her own embarrassment.

"So, who's next?" Kong taunted, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. "Who wants to feel the power of Kong?"

Notes:

Please let me know what other WWE, AEW or any other women that Kong should take on.

Chapter 3: Awesome Kong takes on Julia Hart with Roxanne Perez cheering on her friend

Summary:

Awesome Kong takes on rookie cheerleader Julia Hart. Her best friend Roxanne Perez cheers in the back and hopes nothing bad happens to Julia. If bad things happen to Julia, Roxanne might have to interfere.

"I can't believe it's finally here," Julia Hart said, her voice quivering with excitement as she stared at her reflection in the locker room mirror. She made sure her blonde ponytail was perfect, as the nerves were setting before her upcoming WWE debut.

"You've got this, Julia," Roxanne Perez said, giving her best friend a reassuring pat on the back. Roxanne's own brown hair was worn loose and swished behind her as she moved around the cramped space, gathering their gear. "You're going to knock 'em dead with that cheerleader charm of yours."

Julia managed a weak smile, her eyes flickering over the glittery letters on her blue cheerleaders costume with pink trim that spelled out her name in bold letters. "Yeah, I just hope I don't trip over my own two feet," she replied, her voice laced with self-deprecation.

"You're going to be amazing," Roxanne said firmly, her own yellow with black dots sports bra and matching tight shorts contrasting with Julia's flashy attire. "Remember, it's just another match, like all those times on the independent scene. You're ready for this." The two teenagers walk to the curtain leading to the ring, getting ready for Julia’s debut.

The sound of the crowd grew louder as the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, announcing Julia first. She took a deep breath and turned to face Roxanne, her heart hammering in her chest. "Wish me luck," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the crowd cheering the rookie.

Roxanne's eyes sparkled with belief. "You don't need luck," she said, wrapping her arms around Julia in a fierce hug. "You've got talent, and you've got me in your corner."

The two friends held onto each other for a moment longer, drawing strength from their friendship. Then, with a final squeeze, Julia broke away as the curtain opened and started down the aisle, her eyes locked on the ring. The fans cheered, a mix of excitement and anticipation filling the air. Little did they know what was about to unfold.

Julia's blonde hair bounced with every step she took, her cheerleader outfit accentuating her youthful figure. The glitter on her costume caught the lights, casting a dazzling glow around her. She felt a rush of energy as the cheers grew louder, and she waved at the crowd with a plastic smile plastered on her face, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

The 5’7” blonde walked up the steel steps and held onto the rope and using her cheerleading skills pulled down and flipped her 115 pound tan body over the rope and landed on her feet and didna front flip as the crowd cheered her athletic ability and body.

Once in the ring, she began to stretch her tight, lithe body, each movement a testament to the months of training she'd endured. The crowd's eyes were glued to her, some admiring her beauty, others wondering if the rookie had what it took to survive in the WWE's cutthroat environment. Her legs reached high in the air, her toned stomach flexing as she touched her toes, her breasts straining against the fabric of her top.

The lights suddenly flickered and went out, plunging the arena into darkness. The crowd gasped, and the anticipation grew thick. Heavy, ominous music filled the silence, a stark contrast to the poppy cheer that had played for Julia. A spotlight hit the ramp, and the crowd's excitement grew into a frenzied roar as Awesome Kong emerged from the shadows, a towering figure in all black leather.

Julia's heart skipped a beat as she saw the monstrous wrestler hold up the discarded panties of Kacy Catanzaro and Alexa Bliss, trophies of their recent conquest. The crowd went wild, a mix of horror and admiration on their faces. The spotlight followed Kong as she walked down the aisle, her boots echoing through the arena like thunder. She was a monster in the WWE, and Julia felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

Kong strutted into the ring, her eyes scanning the audience with a predatory gaze before locking onto Julia. The 19 year old rookie's eyes widened with fear, her body freezing in the corner. The spotlight grew brighter, the heat almost tangible as it bathed her in a harsh white light, making her tan body break out in a cold sweat. Roxanne watched from backstage, her hand covering her mouth as she saw the terrifying sight unfold before her.

The music stopped, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the black monster in the ring. . Julia's eyes darted around the ring, searching for an escape, but there was none. The crowd's cheers had turned louder hoping to see Kong destroy and strip the blonde rookie.

Kong walked to Julia, her towering frame casting a shadow over the cheerleader. The referee, a small, balding man with a whistle around his neck, tried to push her back to her corner with all the authority he could muster, but she barely budged. He glanced at the terrified rookie, his eyes telling her to be ready. "This is a street fight match," the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers. "There are no rules, no disqualifications, and no countouts. The only way to win is by pinfall or your opponent passing out"

Julia's heart dropped into her stomach. She turned to the ref and asked No rules? The ref nodded and smiled. This wasn't what she had signed up for. The glitz and glamour of the WWE had blinded her to the brutal reality that awaited her in the ring. She looked up at Kong, her blue eyes wide with fear. The larger woman's smile grew wider, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. She knew she had the upper hand, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.

The bell finally rang out, and with no hesitation, Kong charged at Julia with surprising quickness. Julia had no time to react, no chance to dodge or counter. Kong dropped her shoulder forcing it into the teen’s small stomach and slammed Julia into the corner buckle, the impact sending shockwaves through her body. The air was driven from her lungs in a painful gasp, and she felt her back arch with the force of the blow.

Kong's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she lowered her shoulder and plowed into Julia's stomach again forcing her ass onto the turnbuckle. The younger wrestler's eyes bulged with pain, a muffled grunt escaping her lips. The air whooshed out of her again, leaving her gasping and wheezing. The crowd cheered, and Kong showed no mercy. She pulled back, only to ram her shoulder into Julia's midsection once more, the sound of flesh on flesh reverberating through the arena.

Kong backed up letting Julia's legs buckle as she slid down to her knees, clutching her flat stomach. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a searing agony that stole her breath and brought tears to her eyes.

The crowd, loving the brutality, started chanting "Strip her, Kong! Make her cum!" Their words were like a dark symphony, a twisted crescendo that urged the beastly woman on. Kong grinned, her teeth gleaming in the spotlight, the crowd's demands music to her ears.

With a swift, powerful motion, Kong reached down and grabbed Julia's chin, forcing the young blonde's face to look up into her black eyes. Julia's eyes were wide with terror, her cheeks flushed with pain and fear. "You're very cute," Kong purred, her voice low and menacing. "But not cute enough to spare."

And with that, she slapped Julia so hard that it left a bruise right away. The force of the blow sent the rookie sprawling to the mat, her body bouncing off the canvas like a ragdoll. The crowd erupted into cheers.

Julia lays on the mat, her vision swimming. The slap left a bruise on her cheek, but she knew she had to get up. This was her first time in front of the WWE crowd and wanted to prove to them she can compete.
Roxanne was watching the match from the back and her heart was racing. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched her best friend in the clutches of the terrifying behemoth. The crowd's chanting grew louder, and she knew what they were demanding. A mix of fear and anger swirled in her stomach, making her feel sick and was hoping that Kong didn’t do too much damage.

Kong bent down, her leather-covered hands wrapping around the back of Julia's skirt hiking it up showing her underwear. With ease, she lifted the blonde to her knees, Julia's eyes squeezed shut in pain. The crowd's anticipation grew palpable as Kong's massive arms circled Julia's slim waist, pulling her in for a bearhug. The young rookie's body was no match for the veteran's strength, and she felt herself being crushed against the larger woman's rock-solid frame.

Julia's eyes flew open, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she was hoisted into the air. Julia felt her ribs being crushed by the black woman’s massive arms.

Kong's strong hands dug into her back, sending spikes of pain shooting through her ribs with every movement. Julia could feel the air being crushed out of her lungs, her body losing all the fight that she had before the match started.

The bearhug tightened, and Julia's vision began to swim. She could feel her body giving out, her strength waning. Her head started to lay on Kong’s strong shoulder as her eyes started to close, close to passing out.

Finally, with a cruel grin, Kong tossed the teen, sending Julia hurtling through the air. The young blonde's hair flew out behind her as she was ragdolled across the ring. She felt every inch of her body bounce off the mat, the impact sending a fresh jolt of pain through her already bruised form.

Julia landed roughly and laid on her back, her tanned stomach slowly rising and falling, trying to gasp in air. The ring was spinning around her, the crowd's taunts and jeers a distant murmur. She landed near Kong’s corner and sees panties of her defeated predecessors lying on the mat, a grim reminder of what was to come. Her heart felt like it was racing in her chest, pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears.

Triumphantly, Kong strutted around the ring, soaking in the adoration of the rabid fans. They were chanting her name now, their hunger for humiliation insatiable. The sadistic glint in her eye grew brighter as she turned back to the prone rookie. She knew she had Julia right where she wanted her—broken, beaten, and ready for the ultimate degradation.

Julia rolled over onto her hands and knees, her body trembling with effort. She knew she had to do something, or she would end up like Kong's previous opponents. Her eyes locked onto the panties on the mat, and she knew she had to escape that fate. Julia succeeds in her first goal of getting to her hands and knees and know had to think of part two.

But her respite was short-lived. Kong's booted foot connected with a sickening thud in her unprepared stomach, sending her sprawling onto her back. The crowd erupted into raucous cheers as the veteran loomed over her, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.

Julia's vision was blurry with pain, but she could see the gleaming black boot coming towards her, aimed at her most vulnerable spot. She tried to move, but her body felt like it was made of bricks. Kong swung her leg back and stomped Julia in the pussy. The blonde's scream was piercing, a high-pitched wail of agony that seemed to silence the arena for a brief moment. She curled into a tight ball, her hands instinctively cupping her abused sex, her beautiful face a mask of pain.

Kong didn't give her a moment to recover. She knelt down beside the writhing blonde, her hand reaching out to stroke Julia's hair. "You're mine now," she whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and malice. "I'll break you, just like I broke them," Kong says looking at the panties near Julia’s head.

Backstage, Roxanne's pacing grew more frantic as the sounds of Julia's torment reached her ears. She knew what was happening out there, could feel her best friend's pain as if it were her own. "Please," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. "Please, just pin her."

Julia's cries grew louder as Kong's hand tightened in her hair, the pain making her feel as if she was being scalped. With a savage yank, the behemoth hauled the blonde to her feet, Julia's body moving like a marionette on strings. Her legs wobbled, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of the world. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, eager to see the rookie's inevitable defeat.

Kong leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over Julia's ear. "You're going to cum for me," she murmured, her words a dark promise. "And when you do, you'll know who's truly awesome." Before Julia could react, the leather-clad giant brought her face closer, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet trail along Julia's cheek. The blonde's skin crawled with revulsion, but she was too hurt to pull away. The crowd's chant grew louder, a cacophony of lustful voices egging Kong on.

With a sudden burst of strength, Kong hoisted Julia into the air, the rookie's legs dangling limply. The crowd's cheers grew deafening as she effortlessly held the blonde over her head, a display of power that left no doubt about who was in control. Julia's eyes widened with horror as she realized what was coming next. She had seen this move before and knew what was about to happen.

Kong brought her knee up, her thigh as solid as steel, and slammed Julia's sore back down onto it with a sickening crunch. The blonde's scream was lost in the roar of the arena as she felt her spine compress, a white-hot agony shooting through her body. The air was forced from her lungs in a painful burst, and for a moment, she saw stars.

Kong placed her powerful hand on Julia's neck pushing down, bending her backward at an impossible angle. Julia's eyes bulged, her mouth gaping open in a silent cry of pain. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, her body desperately trying to find a way to escape the unbearable pressure.

Julia's legs hung over Kong's leg, limp and useless. Kong took full advantage, her hand sliding up and down the blonde's smooth, trembling thighs. The sensation was a mix of terror and arousal, a confusing blend of emotions that made Julia's head spin. The crowd's chants grew louder, their hunger for more brutality insatiable.

Backstage, Roxanne's eyes were glued to the monitors, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. "No," she murmured, her voice shaking. "Please, no." But her silent pleas fell on deaf ears as Kong's hand traveled higher, her thumb brushing against the crotch of Julia's panties. The younger wrestler's body jerked in response, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Kong's hand paused, her thumb pressing harder against the fabric, feeling the dampness that had started to soak through. A smug grin spread across her face. "You like it, don't you?" she taunted, her voice thick with mockery. "You want to cum for me, don't you?"

Julia's eyes fluttered shut, trying to block out the horror of the situation. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, her body's natural response to the pain and fear. It was a betrayal she couldn't comprehend, a traitorous reaction that only made her feel more humiliated.

"Not yet," Kong said, her voice low and dangerous. "You need to learn what pain is first."

With a sadistic smirk, she brought her fist down into Julia's exposed midsection, the impact sending a wave of nausea and pain through the rookie's body. Julia crumpled to the mat, her eyes wide with shock and agony. Her stomach muscles spasmed, as she cried in pain.

Kong stood over her, panting slightly with the exertion of her brutal display of power. She bent down, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she gripped Julia’s blue top and ripped her top off. The fabric gave way with a sickening rip, and Julia's soft, tanned breasts were exposed to the leering eyes of the crowd. The blonde's face flushed a deep red with embarrassment and pain, her eyes squeezed shut as the cool air of the arena hit her sensitive flesh.

Roxanne's eyes grew wide with horror as she watched her friend's humiliation play out on the monitors. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her mind raced, thinking of ways to help, to save Julia from the monster that loomed over her. The cries of the crowd wanting more did not calm down Roxanne’s nervousness.

Kong leaned in close, her hot breath tickling Julia's ear. "Let's give them a show, darling," she whispered, her words a dark promise that sent a shiver down the rookie's spine. With a sadistic twist of her wrist, she flipped Julia onto her stomach, the blonde's bare breasts bouncing with the force of the movement. The crowd's booed as Julia's tits were now covered by the mat.

With a grunt, Kong placed her powerful hands under Julia's armpits and hoisted her up into a full nelson, her arms bent back in a painful arch that left her breasts exposed and vulnerable. Julia's legs dangled in the air, her toes a few feet away from the mat as the monstrous woman held her aloft like a trophy. The arena lights bathed her in a harsh glow, every inch of her trembling body on display for the ravenous fans.

Julia's face was a mask of agony and humiliation as Kong paraded her around the ring, her cheeks flaming with a mix of pain and embarrassment. The crowd's roars grew louder with every step, their eyes greedily devouring the sight of the helpless rookie. Julia felt a hot tear slide down her cheek, the pain in her back and neck almost unbearable.

With a cruel grin, Kong spun Julia around and slammed her onto the mat chest first. Julia's head bounced off the canvas, stars swirling in her vision as she fought to remain conscious. The impact sent a jolt through her body, her bare breasts bouncing with the force of the fall. Kong's eyes looked to the crowd as she told the fans that she had no intention of letting up.

The behemoth stalked around the ring, her eyes never leaving Julia's trembling form. She took her time, savoring the moment, her gaze lingering over every inch of the rookie's exposed flesh. Julia lay there, her body a canvas of bruises and welts, hoping that Kong would end the pain soon.

In no rush, Kong bent down and wrapped her meaty fingers around the waistband of Julia's skirt. She began to pull it down, the fabric giving way with a slow, torturous ease. Julia's heart raced as she felt the cool air caress her bare skin, her mind screaming at her to fight back. But her hurt body refused to listen.

The crowd leaned in, eager to see the rookie's most private parts exposed to the world. But before they could get their fill, a flash of yellow streaked into the ring. It was Roxanne, her small fists balled up with rage. She threw herself at Kong, pummeling the larger woman's back with all the strength she could muster.

The behemoth barely flinched at the impact, but the sheer audacity of the act took her by surprise. She let go of Julia's skirt and turned around with fury, her eyes narrowing at the person invading her fun. Julia lay there, her eyes closed not realizing why her skirt is still on.

"Leave her alone!" Roxanne yelled looking up, her voice cracking with emotion. She threw another wild punch that didn’t affect Kong's mood. The crowd's cheers morphed into a mix of shock and excitement at the sudden turn of events.

But Kong was not amused. Her grin twisted into a snarl looking at the much smaller wrestler, and she swung her massive fist, catching Roxanne in the stomach. The brunette crumpled with a pained "oof," her eyes going wide as she doubled over. "How dare you ruin my fun?" Kong roared, her voice a mix of anger and mockery.

Julia opened her eyes and watched in horror as Kong reached down and effortlessly hoisted Roxanne into the air, the smaller wrestler's legs kicking wildly. With a bone-crushing slam, she sent Roxanne crashing to the mat. Roxanne's back arched in pain as she has never been slammed that hard or from that height.

"I wanted to see the blonde cum," Kong sneered, her eyes flicking between the two rookies. "But making you bleed will be just as fun." She brought her boot down, the heavy leather connecting with Roxanne's soft stomach with a sickening thud. The crowd's cheers grew more rabid as Julia watched her best friend's body jolt with every stomp.

Roxanne's cries of pain grew weaker, but she never lost consciousness. Each stomp was a hammer blow to her small frame, her ribs taking the brunt of the punishment. The crowd's cheers grew more frenzied, a testament to the sadistic thrill of watching someone so much smaller and seemingly weaker than them being destroyed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kong stopped, her boot hovering over Roxanne's curled form. The brunette lay there, her body a twisted mess of bruises and pain, her eyes squeezed shut.

Kong turned to face Julia, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. "Your turn, little cheerleader," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. Julia pushed herself up to her hands and knees, her body screaming with pain, but knew she had to help her friend.

With a swift, brutal kick, Kong punted Julia in her stomach, sending her sprawling onto her back. The air left Julia's lungs in a painful rush, and she could feel the imprint of the boot on her abdomen. She gagged, the pain so intense it was almost unbearable.

Before Julia could even attempt to catch her breath, Kong straddled her hips, her leather-covered crotch hovering over the 115 pound blonde. Julia's eyes went wide with terror as the weight of the 250-pound woman was about to bore down on her. With a sickening smile, Kong leaped upwards, her powerful thighs flexing.

Then, with a bone-jarring thud, she landed, her full weight slamming down onto Julia's midsection. The rookie's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a muffled scream, her body arching off the mat as if trying to escape the pain. The air was driven from her lungs in a painful burst, and she could feel the pressure building in her chest. Her ribs felt like they were going to crack under the onslaught, her body trembling with the effort to survive.

Kong leaned down, her massive hands grabbing Julia's breasts. She squeezed hard, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Julia's eyes snapped open, and she bit back a scream, tears welling up and spilling over her cheeks. "Look at me," Kong ordered, her voice a harsh whisper. Julia's eyes focused on the woman's face, a mask of sadistic pleasure. "You have a choice, little girl. You can be fucked roughly in the middle of this ring, or you can help me destroy your friend."

Julia's mind raced as she felt Kong's thumbs start to rub circles around her nipples, the rough leather of her gloves sending jolts of sensation through her body. Julia knew she couldn’t take anymore pain without passing out. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I'll do anything."

Kong's smile grew wider, her teeth gleaming in the ring's harsh lights. "That's what I like to hear," she purred. Her thumbs pinched the sensitive flesh harder, and Julia couldn't help but whimper. The crowd's cheers knowing that they would soon see a hot teenager naked and cumming soon.

With a swift, brutal motion, Kong pulled her hands away from Julia’s bruised nipples, and then connected with Julia's breasts like sledgehammers. The impact sent shockwaves through the blonde's body, and she felt as if her chest would cave in.

Julia's body went limp, and she stared up at the towering figure of Awesome Kong hoping she would leave her body alone soon. Her chest heaved with every shallow breath, her eyes never leaving the sadistic gleam in Kong's eyes.

The behemoth stood tall, the leather of her outfit creaking as she turned to face Roxanne. Roxanne lay on her side, her body a map of bruises and pain, her eyes shut tight trying to fight through the pain in her ribs.

With a grin that promised nothing but suffering, Kong stalked over to the prone brunette, her boots echoing through the arena like the footsteps of doom. She reached down, her hand wrapping around a fistful of Roxanne's soft brown hair, and hauled her to her feet. The young wrestler's eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a pained whimper, her body trembling with the effort of staying upright.

"I am pissed," Kong growled, her voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. She shook Roxanne like a ragdoll, the smaller woman's head snapping back and forth with the motion. "Now, your pain will be worse."

With a vicious grin, she bent down and shoved Roxanne's head in between her thick, muscular thighs. Roxanne's eyes widened in horror, but she had no time to react before Kong's powerful arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her clear off the ground. The crowd roared in approval, their hunger for pain and degradation insatiable.

Julia watched in horror, her own body a wreck of bruises and pain, as her best friend was held in a vice-like grip by the sadistic monster. The strength in Kong's arms was terrifying, a stark reminder of her own helplessness. "Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Don't."

Ignoring Julia's pleas, Kong flexed her muscles and with a grunt of effort, powerbombed Roxanne to the mat. The smaller wrestler's body bounced off the canvas, her arms and legs splayed out in a grotesque display of vulnerability. The crowd erupted into cheers as Julia's heart shattered into a million pieces.

Roxanne's body hit the mat with a sickening thud, the impact making her limbs bounce once, twice, three times before she lay still, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Julia's eyes were glued to her friend, a silent prayer on her lips. Please, she thought, please let her be okay.

Kong looked over at Julia, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ready for fun?" she asked, her voice amusing. Julia knew she had to listen, but she slowly nodded, her eyes never leaving the sadistic smile on Kong's face.

With little effort, the behemoth bent down and scooped up the limp form of Roxanne, her powerful arms wrapping around the brunette's neck and waist. Julia watched in horror as her friend was hoisted into the air into full nelson similar to how Julia was before, Roxanne’s head lolling to one side. "You're going to help me," Kong said, her tone a cold command as Julia saw how vulnerable her friend was.

Julia forced her trembling legs to move, crawling over to the massive woman. Her tanned body was covered in bruises, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through her. She reached out, her hand shaking, to touch Roxanne's smooth leg, whispering words of comfort that were lost in the cacophony of the arena.

With a smirk, Kong locked Roxanne into a full nelson, the smaller wrestler's head nestled under her armpit, her arms and legs dangling uselessly. "You're going to help me make her cum," she said, her voice low and menacing. Julia's eyes went wide with horror, but she knew she had no choice. The crowd's chant grew louder, a demanding rhythm that seemed to echo in her very soul.

Her trembling hands reached out and took hold of Roxanne's sports bra. With a quick jerk, she ripped it, and the fabric fell away, revealing the brunette's soft, round breasts. The crowd's roars grew louder, a mix of excitement and malicious pleasure at the sight of Roxanne's naked flesh. Julia's heart ached with a mix of fear and guilt as she looked into her best friend's glazed eyes.

Julia's cheeks were wet with tears, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. With trembling fingers, she reached up and began to squeeze and twist Roxanne's nipples, trying to ignore the whimpers of pain and humiliation that escaped her friend's lips. Each twist sent a bolt of pain through Roxanne's body, her eyes rolling back in her head. The crowd's chant grew more intense, their eyes glued to the scene playing out before them.

Kong tightened her grip, her eyes never leaving Julia's as she whispered, "Harder." Julia's grip grew tighter, her nails digging into the soft flesh of Roxanne's breasts. The brunette's body arched in response, a silent scream escaping her lips. Julia felt sick, her stomach churning with a mix of disgust and anger. But she knew that if she didn't do as she was told, it would only get worse for Roxanne and herself.

With a heavy heart, Julia pulled her hand back and slammed it into Roxanne's bruised stomach. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the arena, and Roxanne's eyes snapped open, a fresh wave of pain washing over her. She tried to double over, to protect her abused abs, but Kong's hold was unyielding. The crowd's cheers grew even louder, their sadistic desires fed by the sight of the rookies' suffering.

Roxanne's eyes with tears forming searched Julia's, her gaze filled with a mix of pain and betrayal. Julia with tears streaming down her face as well, and braced herself for the next command. "Again," Kong demanded, her voice a dark promise of more pain to come.

Julia took a deep breath and aimed the next punch just below Roxanne's belly button. Her fist sunk deep into the soft flesh, and Roxanne's body spasmed in agony. The impact sent a jolt through Julia's arm, and she felt the crunch of muscle and bone beneath her knuckles. Roxanne's whimpers grew louder, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that veins bulge in her forehead.

Kong's grip tightened the full nelson hurting Roxanne's shoulder more as a grin of approval spreading across her face as Julia's hand pulled away, leaving a red imprint on Roxanne's skin. "Again," she growled, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. Julia's heart raced, her mind a tumult of fear and anger. She didn't want to do this, but the alternative was too terrible to consider.

With a snarl of defiance, Julia punched again, this time aiming between Roxanne's thighs. Her fist connected with a wet, sickening smack that echoed through the arena. Roxanne's body went rigid, a high-pitched scream tearing from her throat. Her legs going slack.

Kong finally releases Roxanne, letting the limp teenager collapse to the mat. Julia immediately dropped down to check on her friend, but before she could even touch her, the behemoth was upon her, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and yanking her back to her feet. "No helping," Kong bellowed, her eyes flashing with anger.

Julia's eyes watered with pain as she was forced to stand by her hair, her legs wobbly beneath her. But she had no time to react before Kong's other hand swung back and slammed into her side, connecting with her kidney. The blow sent a bolt of agony through her body, and she fell to the mat, clutching her side and gasping for breath. The world swam before her eyes, the pain a white-hot knife that threatened to consume her.

Through the haze of pain, Julia watched as Kong stalked back over to Roxanne, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She reached down and ripped away the brunette's shorts, leaving her completely exposed. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their eyes feasting on the sight of the vulnerable rookie.

Julia's cheeks burned with shame and anger as she was forced to watch her best friend's humiliation. "Now, it's your turn," Kong said, her voice a low growl. "Take off that cheer skirt and those pesky little panties. Show everyone what a good little slut you are."

With trembling hands, Julia reached down and began to pull at the waistband of her skirt. The fabric was tight against her bruised hips, sticking slightly to her sweat-soaked skin. As she tugged it down, the crowd's cheers grew louder, their anticipation a tangible force in the air. Her legs felt like jelly as she stood, the skirt pooling around her ankles, leaving her in only her skimpy panties.

With a snarl, Kong yanked at the fabric, tearing it away from Julia's body. The blonde's nakedness was laid bare before the world, her bruises and welts standing out starkly against her tanned skin. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their eyes greedily taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. Julia's vision blurred with tears as she stumbled backward, her hands flying up to cover herself, but it was too late.

"Ah-ah," Kong chided, her grin widening as she grabbed Julia's wrists in a vice-like grip. She forced the rookie's arms out to her sides, her breasts and hairless pussy now fully exposed to the leering audience. "If you cover up again," she warned, her voice a low growl that seemed to rumble through the arena, "I'll make sure you never use those hands to protect your sweet little body again."

With a vicious yank, Kong pulled Julia closer, her calloused fingers tangling in the blonde's hair. The rookie's eyes went wide with fear, her body trembling with every harsh breath she took. And then, without warning, Kong's mouth was on hers, her tongue pushing past Julia's teeth in a kiss that was more claim than affection. Julia's eyes widened further in shock, her mouth moving reflexively against the larger woman, but she had no strength to push her away.

The kiss was hard, brutal, and filled with the taste of victory. Kong's other hand reached down and grabbed Julia's pussy, her thick fingers forcing their way in, making the blonde's eyes water with pain and fear. Julia's body jolted, a muffled cry escaping her as she felt the woman's digits stretch and probe her most sensitive area. The crowd roared their approval, their hunger for more pain and humiliation insatiable.

Kong broke the kiss, her breath hot and heavy against Julia's cheek. "Now," she ordered, her voice thick with desire, "sit on your friend's face." Julia's eyes went wide with horror, but she knew better than to disobey. With a shaky step, she approached Roxanne's prone form, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.

Roxanne lay on her back, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, her body a canvas of bruises. Julia took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hands as she lowered herself, her bare pussy hovering just above her friend's face. The audience's chant grew more demanding, their hunger for the ultimate humiliation an oppressive force in the air.

With a final, desperate look into Roxanne's eyes, Julia allowed her trembling legs to buckle, her body settling onto the brunette's tear-streaked face. Roxanne's eyes squeezed shut as Julia's pussy made contact with her nose, her breath hot and ragged against Julia’s sweaty skin. The crowd's roars grew more intense, their excitement feeding the monster that was Awesome Kong.

The behemoth took a step back, her eyes never leaving the sight of the two rookies. With a sadistic smile, she brought her heavy boot down onto Roxanne's already bruised stomach. The sound of flesh being crushed underfoot filled the arena, and Roxanne's muffled screams grew louder, the hot air from her lungs pushing against Julia's most sensitive flesh.

Kong leaned in, her grin never leaving her face. "Scratch her tits," she demanded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Julia's hands obeyed, moving to Roxanne's chest, her nails lightly raking over the bruised and tender flesh. Roxanne's eyes flew open, a scream muffled by Julia’s ass.

"Harder," Kong urged, her own breathing growing heavier as she watched Julia's nails dig in, leaving deep red furrows across her friend's soft skin. Julia listened, her nails scratching deeper, leaving a bloody trail in their wake. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their hunger for pain insatiable.

Roxanne's body convulsed with each new line of agony, her screams muffled against Julia's pussy. Julia's own body was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—pain, fear, anger, and arousal from touching her gorgeous friend's body.

The crowd's chant grew into a deafening crescendo as Kong positioned herself between Roxanne's sprawled legs. Without warning, she thrust three of her thick, gloved fingers into the brunette's pussy. Roxanne's body arched off the mat, her eyes squeezing shut as her yell was like a vibrator in Julia’s pussy forcing her to rock forward and back on Roxanne's nose.

Julia could feel her friend's body tense beneath her, the sudden intrusion a shocking violation. Her own pussy clenched around the bridge of Roxanne's nose, a reflex that only served to excite the crowd more. Kong's fingers moved with a brutal rhythm, a stark contrast to the gentle touch she'd used with Julia earlier. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt of effort, her arm disappearing into Roxanne's body to the knuckles.

The crowd was on their feet, their screams and chants mixing with the sounds of wetness and pain. Julia's eyes were wide with shock, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. Roxanne's nose was pressed tightly against her clit, the constant movement sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Despite the horror, she could feel her own orgasm building, a betrayal she didn't want but couldn't stop.

Kong's fingers pushed deeper and faster into Roxanne's bloodied pussy, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony of agony. Julia's hips began to buck and grind faster against her friend's face, the pressure building unbearably. She could feel Roxanne's pain with every movement, her own guilt, a living, breathing monster inside her.

And then, it happened. Julia's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she screamed out her release. Cum spurted from her pussy, coating Roxanne's face and mouth. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, their chanting reaching a fever pitch as they revealed in the sight of Julia's forced climax.

With a final, vicious twist, Kong pulled her hand free, holding it up to the light, a grin spreading across her face. The glove was slick with a mix of Roxanne's blood and cum, a testament to the brutality of her actions. Julia felt the sticky warmth of her own juices on her thighs, a reminder of her own unwilling participation in this sadistic game.

With a laugh, Kong stepped back, as Julia climbed off of her friend. Roxanne's body curled into a tight ball, her legs drawn up to her chest as she tried to escape the pain. A trail of blood and cum marked the path her body had taken across the mat, a grim testament to the beating she'd endured.

Julia sank to her knees. Her body felt boneless, a trembling mess of nerves and pain. She kept her eyes down, unable to look at the horror she and her friend had just been a part of. Kong stepped closer, the sound of her boots heavy and deliberate, echoing through the hushed arena.

Julia felt a leather-covered hand come to rest under her chin, forcing her to look up. The monstrous woman's eyes gleamed with victory as she held up her crimson-covered hand. "You know what to do," she said, her voice a dark purr that sent shivers down Julia's spine. The blonde's stomach churned with revulsion, but she had no choice.

With trembling lips, Julia’s mouth opened as leaned forward and took Kong's hand into her mouth. The taste of her best friend's blood and cum was horrible, but she licked, her tongue moving over the knuckles and palm with a fervor that was more than just obedience.

Julia's eyes watered with the effort, but she didn't stop. She cleaned every inch of Kong's hand, her own saliva mixing with the grisly evidence of Roxanne's suffering. The behemoth's eyes never left hers, a smug grin playing on her lips as she watched the rookie's humiliation. The hand grew cleaner with each pass of Julia's tongue, the blood and cum disappearing down Julia’s throat.

When finally Kong's hand was clean, she pulled it free with a pop. Julia's mouth remained open, panting slightly, the taste of her friend's pain and degradation lingering. "Good girl," Kong said, her voice filled with condescension. "You're now my slave. You'll do everything I say, won't you?" Julia nodded, not able to speak.

Julia's head dropped, but she had no strength to resist. Her body was a broken mess, her spirit crushed beneath the heavy boots of her tormentor. "Yes," she murmured, the word barely audible above the ringing in her ears. "I'll do anything."

Kong's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She knew she had broken the rookie, turning her into a willing participant in her own degradation. "Good," she said, her voice a purr of satisfaction. "Now, go make your little friend here pass out."

Julia's eyes flickered over to Roxanne, who was still lying on the mat, sobbing quietly. The brunette's body was a testament to the brutal beating she had endured, a canvas of bruises and blood. With a heavy heart, Julia forced herself to move, her legs feeling like they were made of lead. She stumbled over to her friend, her own body aching with the effort.

As she reached Roxanne, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of the brunette's sweaty hair, yanking her head back. Roxanne's eyes flew open, her expression a mix of shock and pain as she stared up at Julia.

With a tremble in her voice, Julia whispered, "I'm sorry, Roxy." Then she wrapped her arm around her friend's neck, applying a sleeper hold. Roxanne's body thrashed, her legs kicking out wildly as she fought for breath.

Their naked bodies slid against each other, sweat and tears mixing with the crimson smear on the mat. Roxanne's breasts bounced with the impact of each desperate move she made, her nipples hard and sensitive from the abuse she had suffered. Julia felt the slickness of her own arousal coat their skin as they moved together, an unwelcome sensation that only served to amplify her guilt.

Julia's arms tightened around Roxanne's neck, the pressure increasing with each passing second. Roxanne's eyes grew wide, her face turning a deep shade of purple as she clawed at Julia's arm, her nails digging into the tender flesh. Julia bit her lip, trying to focus on the task at hand, the scent of their combined suffering heavy in the air.

Their breaths grew more ragged, Roxanne's becoming weaker and more erratic as Julia's grip remained firm. Julia could feel the muscles in her own arm quivering with the effort, the strength of her best friend slowly fading beneath her. Her own pussy grew wetter with each gasp that Roxanne let out, the friction of their bodies making Julia get wetter.

Finally, with a last, desperate twitch, Roxanne's body went limp. Julia held on for a moment longer, the pulse at Roxanne's throat fluttering like a trapped bird. Only when she was sure her friend was fully unconscious did she release her hold, letting Roxanne's head drop back to the mat with a thud. Her body slumped to the side, a stark contrast to the rigid posture she had held moments before.

Julia sat on the mat, breathing heavy, her pussy wet from the contact with Roxanne's body. The realization of what she had just done washed over her like a cold shower, leaving her feeling dirty and used. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at her best friend's unmoving form.

Kong grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet with surprising gentleness. "Good job," she said, her voice a low rumble. Julia didn't dare to look at her, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. The behemoth leaned in, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. It was a gesture of dominance, not affection, and Julia felt a fresh surge of disgust as Kong’s lips touched her delicate skin.

With a grin, Kong irish whipped Julia into the turnbuckle, sending her flying through the air. Julia's body collided with the padding with a grunt, the impact sending a shockwave through her spine. She felt the cold steel of the turnbuckle against her bare back, the padding doing little to cushion the blow.

Kong's eyes never left hers as she approached, a sadistic glint in her gaze that sent a shiver down Julia's spine. The behemoth's leather-clad body was a blur as she sprinted across the ring, her momentum building like a freight train. Julia tried to brace herself, but her legs were jelly, her body weak from the previous abuse.

With a thunderous impact, Kong's body slammed into Julia's, the force pushing her back against the unforgiving steel of the turnbuckle. Julia's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream tearing from her throat as the wind was knocked from her lungs. The crowd's cheers grew louder, feeding off the power dynamic before them.

Kong stepped back, her eyes never leaving Julia's face as the blonde wrestler tried to collapse to the mat. But the behemoth was able to catch Julia around the waist, her strong arms like steel bands that held the rookie upright.

With a sadistic smirk, she slammed Julia back into the corner of the ring, the impact making her body quiver. Julia's arms were pulled over the ropes as her legs dangled, her body a limp ragdoll for Kong to play with as she wished.

The behemoth stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Julia was a picture of vulnerability, her legs barely holding her up, her body a canvas of pain and submission.

Kong leaned down, her hot breath fanning across Julia's face as she whispered, "You'll feel pleasure as my slave, too, little one." Julia's eyes widened in shock as she felt the woman's leather-clad hand sliding over her bruised body, coming to rest on her stomach. Her eyes never left Julia's as she began to rub in slow circles, the friction from the material sending a shiver of both fear and unexpected arousal through the rookie's core.

Without warning, Kong's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of Julia's hip before settling between her thighs. The crowd's anticipation grew palpable as the behemoth's fingers found the wetness that had gathered there. Julia's breath hitched, her eyes closing as she felt the woman's touch on her most sensitive area. Despite the horror of the situation, she couldn't deny the warmth that was spreading through her, the pleasure that seemed to bloom like a dark flower in the shadow of her pain.

The thick hand moved faster, the circles growing smaller, until they centered on her clit. Julia's knees buckled, her body betraying her as she leaned into the touch. The crowd's cheers grew more frenzied, their chanting a siren's call that seemed to echo through Julia's very soul. And then, without warning, Kong's hand was gone, leaving her pussy feeling empty and exposed.

Julia's eyes snapped open, only to find herself staring into the woman's gleaming smile. "You're going to love this," Kong promised, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through Julia's body. The crowd's chant grew louder, more demanding, as if urging the blonde to submit fully to the monster's will.

With a wicked grin, the behemoth thrust three of her gloved fingers into Julia's pussy without preamble, the fabric of the glove rough against the tender flesh. Julia's body jolted, a scream of surprise and pleasure ripping from her throat. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling as the woman began to pump her hand in and out, her movements as relentless as the beating she had endured earlier.

The ropes dug into Julia's skin, the pain a stark counterpoint to the building pleasure that Kong's touch elicited. Julia's moans grew louder, her body arching and writhing with each brutal thrust. The neon lights above cast an eerie glow on the sweat that beaded her body, making her shine like a prize to be claimed.

Kong's other hand was a vise around Julia's throat, her thumb pressing into the soft flesh just below her ear as she nibbled on the blonde's ear. Her words were a dark symphony of dominance and desire, a stark contrast to the gentle stroking of her fingers across Julia's clit. The rookie's breath grew shallower, her eyes glazed over as the woman's thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Julia's orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer, her body spasming and jerking against the ropes. Her pussy clamped down on Kong's hand, her juices flooding out to cover the behemoth's knuckles. The crowd's cheers grew more frenzied, their hunger for more unabated. Kong's grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her air, forcing her to ride out her climax with a desperate gasp.

When she finally came down from the peak, Julia's body hung limp, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and pain. But Kong wasn't finished. With a cruel smile, she yanked her hand free from Julia's pussy, the sound of her wetness echoing through the arena. The behemoth's grip remained firm on the rookie's neck, her other hand wrapped around the base of Julia's skull.

With a flick of her wrist, Kong hoisted Julia up into the air, the ropes releasing their bite on the blonde's skin. Julia's legs dangled uselessly, her body a ragdoll in the woman's powerful grip.

The behemoth's eyes gleamed with malice as she turned, her eyes never leaving Julia's. With a swift, powerful motion, she choked slammed the teen down onto Roxanne's unconscious form, their bodies colliding with a wet smack. The brunette's body jolted with the impact, but she remained still, a stark contrast to the trembling mess that was Julia.

Julia's legs splayed wide, her bruised pussy open and exposed as she lay sprawled on top of her friend. The blonde laid on her friend's body as cum leaked from between her legs. Roxanne's body was a lifeless heap beneath her, a silent testament to the horrors she had endured.

Kong stepped back, admiring the beautiful pile of flesh before her with a sadistic smile. She raised her boot, and placed it squarely on Julia's belly, pressing down with just enough force to make the teen gasp for air. The referee, caught in the frenzy, slammed his hand to the mat, his voice echoing through the speakers as he began to count.

"One...two...three!" The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers as the referee raised Kong's hand in victory, the leather-clad behemoth holding it high in the air, basking in the glory of her conquest. The sound was deafening, a cacophony of pure, unfiltered lust and excitement that seemed to pulse in time with Julia's racing heart.

Kong stepped away from the two prone forms, her boots heavy on the canvas as she made her way to the center of the ring. She picked up her trophies—the torn and blood stained panties of her defeated adversaries, Alexa, Kacy, and now Julia's and Roxanne's. The crowd went wild, their eyes gleaming with a mix of terror and exhilaration as they watched her every move.

The behemoth turned her gaze to Julia, whose body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her forced orgasm. "Up," she barked, her voice cutting through the din of the arena. Julia struggled to push herself up, her limbs feeling like lead weights. She managed to get onto her hands and knees, her eyes never leaving the floor.

With a swift kick, Kong sent Roxanne's limp body flying under the ropes, the brunette's unconscious form landing with a sickening thud on the concrete floor outside the ring. Julia couldn't watch as her best friend's body came to a rest, her heart breaking for the girl who had come to rescue her, but instead got the worst punishment of her young life.

The behemoth grabbed a fistful of Julia's hair, forcing the blonde to look up at her. With a smirk, she tugged on Roxanne's torn sweaty panties. "Your collar," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. Julia's eyes widened in horror as she realized what Kong intended.

Kong leaned down and looped the tattered fabric around Julia's neck, pulling it tight until it bit into her skin. The rookie's eyes watered with pain, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the woman's power over her grow stronger. "Now, crawl," the behemoth commanded, attaching the makeshift leash to the panties with a cruel twist.

Julia obeyed, her knees scraping against the mat as she followed Kong out of the ring. Her body was a mess of bruises and abrasions, her spirit shattered by the events that had unfolded. The crowd watched with gleeful anticipation, their eyes devouring every inch of her exposed flesh as she moved on all fours.

As they walked on the floor, Kong turned her attention to Roxanne, who was just beginning to stir, her moans of pain piercing the air. The behemoth walked over to the moaning brunette. Julia's heart lurched in her chest as she watched, her stomach churning with a mix of fear and nausea.

With a sadistic grin, Kong grabbed a fistful of Roxanne's hair, yanking her up to a sitting position. The brunette's eyes were unfocused, her body trembling with pain. "Look at me," the behemoth growled. Roxanne's head lolled back, her big brown eyes fluttering open to meet the cold, hungry gaze of her tormentor.

"Never interfere with me again," Kong said, her voice full of anger that sent a shiver down Julia's spine. With a wicked smile, she scooped Roxanne up into her arms, the smaller woman's legs dangling limply. The crowd's roar grew deafening as they leaned over the barricade, their hands reaching out like claws to touch the prize that had been offered to them.

Julia watched in horror as Kong tossed Roxanne to the eager fans, their hands greedily grabbing at the barely unconscious teen's body. The crowd's touch was like a thousand tiny fires, burning into her soul as they fondled her breasts and pinched her nipples, their mouths watering at the sight of the bruised and beaten body.

With a sharp tug on the leash, Kong brought Julia back to reality, her own naked body a testament to the brutal match she had just endured. Her hands and knees scraped the floor as she was forced to crawl behind the behemoth, her once-cheerful cheerleader persona shattered beyond repair. Each step was a battle, her legs feeling like they might buckle under the weight of the leash and her own guilt.

As they approached the locker room, Julia couldn't help but look back at the carnage they were leaving behind. Roxanne's moans grew louder as the fans took turns, her body being used like a ragdoll. Julia felt the bile rise in her throat, her eyes filling with tears as she was led away from her friend.

Notes:

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Chapter 4: Awesome Kong backstage interview with Cathy Kelley

"Hey, Kong! Can we get a word?"

Amidst the chaotic backstage buzz of WWE Raw, the booming voice of Cathy Kelley pierced through the air, her eyes locked on the towering figure of Awesome Kong striding confidently through the corridor. Kong, a 6'0" powerhouse of a woman, looked over her shoulder, her leather outfit creaking with every step.

Julia Hart, a 19-year-old rookie wrestler, crawled submissively on her hands and knees, a result of her match last week. Her blonde hair fell over her face as she kept her gaze on the floor, a leash made from the panties of her victims around her neck. She had suffered a crushing defeat and a loss of her friend, and the leather-clad behemoth had claimed her as a prize.

"What do you want, Kelley?" Kong's deep voice rumbled, not bothering to stop her march.

Cathy Kelley, unfazed, hurried to keep up with her, a microphone poised in her hand. "Kong, the WWE Universe is talking about your recent matches. Can you tell us what's behind the extreme behavior?"

Kong turned, a sneer curling her lip as she looked down at the petite reporter. "I'm just giving the fans what they want," she said. "A real show. They're tired of these scripted catfights of these tiny fake wrestlers” she says tugging at Julia’s leash. “They want to see real power, real dominance."

Julia Hart, still on all fours, looked up at Cathy, her golden tan skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The leash tightened around her neck as Kong yanked it slightly, reminding her of her place.

"These girls," Kong began, gesturing to Julia, "they're just playing dress-up. They think this is all fun and games. I'm here to show them the real meaning of fear, the true taste of defeat."

Cathy's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued by the malice in Kong's voice. "And what about the... uh, intimate nature of your 'victory' ceremonies?" She struggled to find the right words, her eyes flicking to the leash around Julia’s neck.

"You think that's extreme?" Kong threw her head back and laughed, a sound that echoed through the hollow corridor. "It's just the start. I want to see all of them broken, begging for mercy. And when they do, I want the whole world to see it."

The intensity of Kong's gaze sent a shiver down Cathy's spine, and she took a step back, the heels of her black stilettos clicking on the concrete floor.

Julia Hart swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing pink. She knew all too well what it felt like to be at the mercy of the ruthless veteran. The memory of the crowd's cheers as she was forced to climax on command was still fresh in her mind. Her friend Roxanne, thrown into the crowd naked and defeated for fans to enjoy her young body.

Kong's smile grew wicked as she leaned in, her eyes glinting with a challenge. "Maybe you need to be an example of also to know what your precious wrestlers feel," she said looking down at Cathy, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Cathy took a tentative step back, her heart racing, but the cold, unforgiving wall behind her brought her to an abrupt halt. The leather-clad colossus took another step closer, and Julia, understanding the silent command, began to crawl towards the trembling journalist, her eyes never leaving Cathy's.

"What are you—" Cathy started to protest, but her words were cut off by a firm hand pressing down on her shoulder, pushing her back against the wall. Julia's hands were now on Cathy's smooth legs, sliding upwards under the tight red mini dress, the fabric straining against her touch.

"You want a real story?" Kong asked, her voice low and seductive. "Here it is, live and uncensored. Let's see how much you can handle."

Julia's trembling hands made their way up Cathy's thighs, her touch as featherlight as a whisper, yet Cathy felt the heat of every fingerprint as they traveled closer to her pussy. She tried to move Julia’s hand away, the fabric of her dress riding up, exposing her creamy thigh to the cool backstage air. But Kong's iron grip on her shoulder held her firm, the leather of her gloves cool and unforgiving against Cathy's bare shoulder.

Panic began to set in as Julia reached the apex of Cathy's legs, her thumbs dangerously close to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Cathy's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the crimson dress.

"Please, no!" Cathy managed to squeak out, her eyes wide with fear as she stared up at Kong. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. With a swift and powerful movement, Kong reached down and yanked the dress down, revealing Cathy's black strapless bra and flat soft belly rising and falling quickly from the increase of her breath. The bra clung to her full breasts, the red contrasting sharply against her pale skin.

Cathy's legs kicked out as she tried to get Julia away, her high-heeled feet connecting with the blonde's shoulders. Julia whimpered, but she didn't stop her advance, driven by a mix of fear and loyalty to her new mistress. Julia’s hand returned to Cathy’s mound.

Determined not to be a part of Kong's twisted game, Cathy gathered all her strength and managed to push Julia away, her legs now free from the blonde's grip. She tried to get away from the leather-clad monster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to compose herself.

But Cathy did not get far, Kong grabbed Cathy and slammed her back into the wall, the impact reverberating through her body. The air was forced from her lungs as the concrete connected with her back, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Julia's hands shot back under Cathy's dress, her fingers aiming straight for the waistband of her black underwear. Cathy, too stunned to fight back, felt the tug of her underwear.

Kong, angry that Cathy tried to leave, drove a powerful punch into Cathy's soft stomach. The reporter who has never been punched, doubled over with a pained gasp, her eyes watering as the wind was knocked out of her. Julia took advantage of the momentary weakness and yanked Cathy's underwear down, exposing her to the cold, unforgiving air.

With a cruel laugh, Kong grabbed Cathy by her hair and forced her to stand, her sexy body trembling from pain and anticipation of what was about to happen. "You bother me, Kelley," she growled, her eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. "Always poking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"Please," Cathy panted, "I'm just doing my job."

"Your job?" Kong spat. "Your job is to kiss the little girls asses and say I am evil. No” Kong screams. Your job is to tell people the truth.”

With a snarl, Kong reached for Cathy's flimsy bra and in one swift motion, tore the bra from her body, the straps snapping like twigs. Cathy's breasts bounced free, the cool air causing her nipples to harden into tight little buds. She gasped, trying to cover herself with her hands, but Kong's grip on her hair was unyielding.

Julia, under Kong's command, immediately moved her head under Cathy's skirt. Her eyes were focused on Cathy’s wet pussy, as she took in the scent of the journalist's arousal. Despite her reluctance, she began to kiss Cathy's pussy, her lips brushing against the soft, damp flesh.

Cathy's body responded against her will, a shiver of pleasure running through her as Julia's tongue flicked against her clit. She could feel the pressure building, the beginnings of an unwanted orgasm. Cathy’s breath started to increase from the blondes gentle touch.

But before it could go any further, Kong barked a command. "Stop!" Julia's mouth left Cathy's pussy with a wet pop, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Let's give everyone a better view," Kong said, her voice dripping with malice.

Julia, still on her knees, reached up and began to tug at the tight red skirt. Her hands trembled as she pulled it down over Cathy's hips, revealing her nakedness to the world. Cathy's legs quivered as the fabric slid down her thighs and pooled around her ankles. She was naked in front of millions of fans watching on TV.

The sight of Cathy's perfect body, usually hidden behind the professional facade of her reporting, was a shock to all of the WWE employees who dreamed about Cathy’s perfect body. Her toned abs and legs, the result of countless hours at the gym, were now on full display as she stood before them, vulnerable and powerless.

Kong's eyes raked over Cathy's form, a hungry look in her eyes that made Cathy's stomach flip. "You see this?" she called out to the gathering crowd of wrestlers, crew members and the fans watching on TV. "This is what happens when you mess with me."

Julia, kneeling before Cathy, looked up at Kong asking with her eyes if she should continue. Kong nodded and Julia’s pink tongue darted out, flicking against Cathy's clit once more, making the journalist's body jerk. The sound of Julia's enthusiastic licking filled the corridor, her movements growing more confident with each passing second. Cathy's moans grew louder, despite her best efforts to keep them contained.

Suddenly, Kong's massive hands were on Cathy’s breasts, squeezing and mauling them like they were nothing more than playthings. Cathy's cry of pain was music to the behemoth's ears. She could feel her knees buckling, the pain a stark contrast to the pleasure building within her.

Julia's tongue worked furiously, her eyes never leaving Cathy's. The blonde's cheeks were flushed, and her breaths grew heavier as she tasted Cathy's arousal. Cathy's hands fell to Julia's hair, her fingers tangling in the blonde locks, unable to decide if she wanted to push her away or pull her closer.

But then, Kong's hands left Cathy’s reddening breasts and grabbed a fistful of Cathy's hair, and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up into her cold, dark eyes. "You want a taste of what it's like to be a real woman?" she sneered, before shoving her tongue down Cathy's throat. The journalist gagged, her body writhing as Kong's tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her fear and desperation.

The leather-clad monster's grip tightened, her tongue exploring every inch of Cathy's mouth as Julia's own mouth remained busy between her legs. Cathy felt a wave of pleasure mixed with revulsion as Julia's tongue swirled around her clit, her own moans muffled by Kong's intrusion. The pressure inside her grew unbearable, and with a whimper that was lost in the depths of Kong's mouth, Cathy finally came, her body spasming with the intensity of the forced climax.

Julia's face was painted with a mix of Cathy's juices and her own saliva as Kong released her, allowing Cathy's limp body to slide down the wall. She landed with a thud on her ass, her legs trembling.

Cathy's body was covered in sweat, her chest heaving with each breath she took. Her eyes were glazed over, and her legs were shaking as she tried to regain her composure. Julia looked up at Kong, her cheeks stained with Cathy's release, awaiting her next command.

With a sadistic smile, Kong patted Julia's head, the gesture a clear display of ownership and dominance. Julia flinched at the touch, her eyes downcast and she knew more would come. She knew she had played her part well, serving her mistress's desires without question.

"Good girl," Kong rumbled, her hand lingering on Julia's blonde hair. The gentle praise was a stark contrast to the brutal scene that had just unfolded. Julia felt a twinge of pride despite herself, her body responding to the approval.

Then with a cruel yank, Kong grabbed a fistful of Cathy's long brown hair and hoisted her to her feet, the journalist's panting breaths filling the air. Cathy's legs trembled, barely supporting her weight, but the pain in her scalp was a sharp reminder that she had no choice but to stand.

"This," Kong announced, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction at the camera, "is what happens when you mess with me." She twisted Cathy's hair, forcing the reporter to look at her. "You think you can question my motive and get away with it? You think you can judge me?"

"Kong, please," Cathy whimpered, her eyes pleading. But the monster was unmoved. She released Cathy's hair and stepped back, her eyes scanning the now-silent corridor.

"Cathy is just as pathetic as the female wrestler," Kong said, her voice echoing off the concrete walls as she addressed the camera that had rolled closer to capture the scene. "I'm heading to the ring. And if any of you fake bitches want a real taste of what wrestling is, come meet me there. I dare you."

With a grin that sent another shiver down Cathy's spine, Kong grabbed her by the neck and bent her over, forcing her head between her powerful thighs. The leather of her pants was cold against Cathy's cheek, and she could feel the heat of the woman's muscles as she was held in place. Julia watched, her eyes wide with fear as Cathy’s naked body bent over her ass high and head between the monster's legs.

With a grunt, Kong lifted Cathy effortlessly, her body suspended in the air. Cathy's eyes bulged, and she clawed at the unyielding leather, her nails leaving faint marks. The crowd of onlookers murmured in amazement at the display of brute strength, some of the wrestlers whispering in shock at the ease with which Kong handled the struggling journalist.

And then, without warning, Kong powerbombed Cathy to the floor. The impact was deafening, and Cathy's body bounced once before going limp, the air knocked out of her. Julia flinched, but she knew better than to move without an order. She remained on her knees, her eyes never leaving Kong's, her own pussy throbbing with need as the pretty journalist laid out on the cold hard floor.

The behemoth leaned down and whispered in Cathy's ear, "Never question me again, Kelley," before grabbing the leash attached to Julia's neck. She yanked it hard, and the naked blonde teen stumbled to her feet, the leather biting into her skin.

Julia followed behind Kong like a loyal puppy, the leash pulling tight against her neck. She was a stark contrast to the powerful figure of her new mistress, her toned body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The duo headed to the ring waiting to see if there were any brave women to challenge the monster and save the women’s division.

Notes:

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Chapter 5: Kairi Sane's challenge

Summary:

Can Kairi defend the honor of Julia Hart and the rest of the abused wrestlers

Kong strutted through the backstage area as the medics took care of the naked Cathy Kelly. Kong's heavy breath echoing down the corridor. Each step she took exuded confidence and power, a stark contrast to the whimpers and shuffles coming from the petite figure crawling behind her.

Julia Hart, her once proud cheerleader normally dressed in her blue and white uniform, now dragged by a leash made from the panties from the defeated wrestlers. Her golden skin, now beaded with sweat and bruises, was a testament to the punishment she had endured at the hands of the towering behemoth. The crowd's thunderous applause grew louder as Kong and her slave entered through the curtain.

Kong's powerful walk makes a loud clunk as she steps up the steel steps. She walks into the ring, her muscles flexing under the bright lights. The crowd roared in excitement, eager to see what she had in store for the night. Julia, on all fours, followed closely behind, her eyes cast down, a stark reminder of her newfound submission. She was naked, vulnerable, and utterly devoted to her conqueror.

With a swift tug, Kong pulled Julia to her feet, the leash made from panties tightening around her neck. The young wrestler's body was a canvas of humiliation, Cathy Kelly's cum drying on her face like a grotesque mask. The audience cheered as Kong stepped behind Julia, placing one of her massive hands on the small of her back to show Julia she was going nowhere. Slowly, Kong's other hand began to glide over Julia's golden skin, moving down to her sensitive area. The crowd's anticipation grew palpable as the hand reached its destination.

Julia gasped, her breaths deepening, as Kong began to rub her swollen pussy with a casual yet firm motion. The crowd's cheers grew as the blonde's eyes rolled back, her knees trembling with pleasure. The friction grew intense, and Julia's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she leaned into her new owner, her body betraying her again with every passing second.

Kong leaned in, her deep, sultry voice booming through the microphone, "Who's next to feel the power of Awesome Kong?" Her words were met with a deafening silence, the anticipation thick as the air grew tense with excitement. Then, as if on cue, the lights in the arena turned off.

The crowd's roar grew louder as they awaited the appearance of a new challenger, the throb of the bass from Kairi Sane's theme music resonating through the speakers. Kong smiled as she heard the smaller wrestlers music, Julia, however, remained a trembling mess in the ring, her body on the edge of climax, her mind racing with fear of what was to come. The strobe lights began to flicker, painting the ring in flashes of red and blue, the shadows dancing around them like a visual symphony of chaos.

But when the lights finally flickered back to life, there was no sign of Kairi Sane. The music had played, the anticipation had built, but she was nowhere to be seen. The crowd's confusion led to silence, only to be shattered by Kong's hearty laugh. She looked down at Julia, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like our next opponent chickened out," she taunted, her hand never ceasing its relentless assault on Julia's clit.

Julia's eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to fight the overwhelming pleasure that was building within her. Her body was close to climaxing in front of the thousands of fans, hoping that someone would save her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Julia caught a flicker of movement. It was Kairi Sane, the 25-year-old Japanese wrestler. Kairi came sneaking in from behind the crowd, She quickly scaled the steel barricade with the grace of a ninja, her long reddish-brown hair trailing behind her like a crimson banner.

With a swift, silent motion, Kairi climbed to the top turnbuckle, her eyes never leaving the unsuspecting Kong. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and determination fueling her every move. She knew she had to act fast, to catch Kong off guard.

And then, in a flash of white, Kairi launched herself from the top rope. Her legs coiled together in a perfect dropkick, aimed squarely at the back of Kong's massive frame. The impact was on target, the sound echoing through the silent arena as Kong's body jolted forward and hitting the panting Julia from behind and sending her flying.

Julia, knocked out of the ring by the sheer force of Kong's stumble, hit the floor with a thud, bruising her shoulder. She lay there, panting, her eyes wide with shock as she watched Kairi's daring assault. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause, the anticipation of the fight finally coming to a head.

Kong, staggered by the unexpected move, turned to face her new challenger, her eyes narrowed in anger. The leather-clad giant took a step towards Kairi, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. But before she could attack, Kairi sprang back onto the ropes, using the momentum to propel herself into another dropkick, this time aiming for Kong’s leg. The behemoth stumbled back, her face a mask of rage.

Julia, still kneeling on the outside of the ring, watched the scene unfold before her. Her hand found its way to her pussy, her own body responding to the adrenaline and Kong’s touch. She rubbed herself gently, her eyes glued to the action in the ring, her thoughts a whirlwind of hope for Kairi to end Kong’s reign.

Kairi didn't waste a moment, she knew she had to keep the pressure on. She sprinted across the ring, her legs moving in a blur as she climbed the top rope. The crowd held their breath, their eyes transfixed on the daring young wrestler. Kairi yelled and launched herself into a moonsault, aiming for Kong's midsection. The impact was tremendous, her body slamming into the larger woman with the force of a meteor.

The ring vibrated as Kong took the hit, her massive frame buckling under Kairi’s weight and momentum. Julia's hand moved faster on her own body, her breath hitching in her throat. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but she held on, her eyes never leaving the scene unfolding in the ring.

Kairi, trying to keep the advantage, rained down punches and kicks, her strikes fast and precise. Each hit seemed to sting Kong, her face contorting in pain and anger. Julia's hand grew wetter, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she watched Kairi's relentless attack.

Kairi rolled off the staggered Kong and knew she had to end this match quickly. Kairi ran to the corner ready to drop her finisher, the “InSane Elbow.” The smaller wrestler gets to the top rope and raises her hands as the fans cheer.

But Kong would not stay down. She quickly got up and before Kairi had a chance to leap, Kong was able to grab the rope making the corner shake and Kairi lost balance. The Japanese star slipped and her legs split apart and her pussy slammed into the turnbuckle ending any advantage she had.

Kong, keeping up the pressure, grabbed Kairi down, her body slamming into the mat with a force that reverberated through the arena. The crowd collectively gasped as the air was driven from Kairi's lungs, leaving her wheezing and momentarily stunned.

Kong loomed over Kairi, her teeth bared in a snarl of anger. The Japanese wrestler's knew she couldn’t stay down. Summoning the last of her strength, Kairi rolled away just as Kong's heavy boot descended. The boot connected with the mat with a thud that sent a tremor through the ring.

Julia's eyes widened as she watched Kairi push herself up onto her hands and knees, her body shaking but her gaze unwavering. Julia kept hoping that Kairi was not done and she would be able to save Julia.

Kairi took a deep breath and lunged at Kong, her fists flying in a flurry of punches. The behemoth stumbled back, caught off guard by the the smallers wrestlers strength and determination.

Despite the size difference, Kairi managed to avoid the heavy blows and weave through Kong's attacks, landing a series of swift kicks and elbow strikes of her own. The crowd erupted in cheers, their energy fueling Kairi's every move.

Julia's breath grew shallower as she watched, her body on the brink of release. She hoped Kairi had a chance, and it was a heady feeling, watching someone she cared for standing up to the woman who had so thoroughly dominated her. Her hand slipped into her own pussy, her thumb brushing against her swollen clit as her body trembled from excitement. .

Kairi, keeping up the attack, sprang back to her feet and dashed towards the ropes. Her eyes never left Kong, the determination to win burning like a bonfire in her soul. Kairi went to the turnbuckle and knew she had to take it to the air. QUickly she scaled to the top and then leaped herself, aiming for a high flying crossbody to knock over the black wrestler.

But Kong was not so easily stopped. The leather-clad giant saw the move and was ready to gain the advantage. Kairi's body arced through the air, a vision of white and determination, only to be caught by the unforgiving arms of the beast below.

With a grunt of effort that seemed to shake the very air, Kong plucked Kairi from her aerial assault and brought her crashing down to the mat with a bone-rattling power slam. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as Kairi's body bounced off the canvas, the air driven from her lungs in a painful whoosh.

Julia, watching from the outside, knew that Kairi was in serious trouble. Her hand paused in its motion as she saw Kong's gaze flick towards her. The behemoth's eyes narrowed, spotting the blonde's own hand buried between her legs. A cruel smile spread across Kong's face as she took a step towards Julia.

With a swift yank, Kong grabbed a fistful of Julia's hair, pulling her up onto the mat. The pain was immediate and intense, but Julia was used to it by now. Her eyes watered as she stared up at her tormentor, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. Kong leaned down, her hot breath on Julia’s face, "Only I can play with your little pussy, my pet."

With a powerful slap, Kong sent Julia's body reeling to the floor. The sound echoed through the arena, the sting resonating in the blonde's cheek and the cheers of the audience grew louder. Julia's hand fell away from her pussy as she clutched her face, the pain bringing her back to the present moment with a jolt.

Kong took a moment to appreciate the sight of the defeated teen holding her face on the floor, her golden tan body covered in sweat glowing in the lights of the arena. She then looked at Kairi, who was slowly getting to her hands and knees. With a big grin, she charged at Kairi, her heavy boots pounding the mat like a war drum.

The crowd roared as Kong swung her leg back, her black booted foot aimed directly at Kairi's vulnerable stomach. The kick connected with a sickening thud, sending the Japanese wrestler rolling across the mat like a ragdoll. Her body stopped at the ropes, the air leaving her in a pained exhale as she clutched her midsection with a bruise already forming.

Julia, lying on the mat, touched the bruise blossoming on her messy face, wincing at the tender pain. The slap from Kong was a stark reminder of her place that she has no power. Her other hand hovered over her excited pussy, the want to continue her own pleasure with the fear of Kong punishing her again.

Kong moved to Kairi and reached down, grabbed a fistful of the smaller woman's sweaty hair, and yanked her up to her knees with her ass resting on her heels. Kairi's eyes were glassy with pain, but still had some fire left in her big brown eyes. With a sadistic smile, Kong leaned in,"You think you can attack me from behind with no repercussions?" she taunted, her voice a low growl.

And then, in a move that no one saw coming, Kairi's hand shot up, slapping Kong across the face with all the strength she could muster. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers, their collective shock resonating through the arena as they rarely saw anyone fight back with Kong. Julia slowly rose and watched, her heart racing, as Kong's head snapped back from the impact.

The behemoth's expression shifted from smugness to surprise and then to anger. Kairi took advantage of the brief opening, slapping Kong again with all the defiance and strength she could muster. The sound of skin on skin was louder than the fans.

The crowd's roar grew deafening, their energy swelling around them like a tsunami. Kairi managed to get to one knee, her body aching but ready to keep fighting. She slapped Kong a third time, the sound sharp and clear, a declaration of war from the underdog.

Kong stumbled back, her hand rising to her cheek. Julia felt the beginnings of a smile tug at her lips despite the pain in her cheek. Kairi was giving it everything she had, and it was a sight to behold.

With newfound momentum, Kairi backed into the ropes, her body ready to attack. The ropes strained against her back as Kairi pushed off, sprinting towards Kong and knocking Kong down again.

But Kong was not one to be outdone. She stepped forward, raising her powerful right arm and extended it out. Kong hit Kairi with a huge clothesline and Kairi's eyes went wide, her body flipping in mid-air as if she had been struck by an invisible force. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as she landed on the mat with a bone-crushing thud, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest in a protective embrace.

Julia watched, her hand frozen in place, as Kairi's body convulsed with pain. The impact had been brutal, a stark reminder of the power that lay in Kong's massive arms. Kairi's legs kicked out spasmodically, her eyes screwed shut, as she fought to catch her breath.

Kong's smile grew wider as she took in the sight of Kairi's distress. She stepped closer, her eyes raking over the Japanese wrestler's pale flesh. Kong checked her nose to see if Kairi made her bleed from the slaps. Satisfied that Kairi’s slaps had not drawn any blood, she turned to the crowd, her chest heaving with the effort of her exertion.

"She thinks you can challenge me?" Kong's voice boomed through the arena, filled with cheers.
With a snarl, Kong raised her heavy boot and brought it down with a crushing force onto Kairi's stomach, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing through the stadium. Kairi's body arched off the mat, a silent scream escaping her lips, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. Julia bit her lip, her own hand moving slightly away from her crotch as the reality of the situation hit home.

Kairi's body spasmed once more as Kong delivered another stomp, and then another. Each impact left an ugly bruise on her opponent's flesh, dark against the stark whiteness of her skin. Julia could almost feel the agony that Kairi must be experiencing, her own body flinching with every crunch and thud.

With one final, vicious stomp to Kairi’s knee, making the Japanese warrior scream and curl into a ball, her hands clutching at the hurt joint. The crowd is loving the destruction of the cute warrior and waiting for Kong to truly destroy her.

Kong grabbed a fistful of Kairi's hair, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. With a powerful yank, she pressed the smaller wrestler off the mat and over her head, holding her aloft like a trophy. Kairi's sobs of pain filled the air, her body limp in Kong's iron grip. Kong looked down at Julia, who had cautiously approached the ring apron, her hand still hovering near her pussy.

With a flick of her wrist, Kong tossed Kairi over the ropes landing with a sickening thud on the hard floor at Julia's feet. The crowd's gasps turned to silence as Julia stared down at the wrestler's crumpled form, worried about Kairi, but more nervous if Kong came towards her.

Ignoring how her body feels, Julia bent down to check on Kairi. The Japanese wrestler's body was covered in bruises, her breathing shallow and pained. Julia's heart clenched as she gently touched the wrestler's shoulder, her eyes pleading for a sign that Kairi was okay. But before she could get any response, a heavy boot slammed into her side, sending her sprawling across the floor.

Kong stepped out of the ring, a smug grin on her face as she looked down at the naked blonde. "Get me a kendo stick," she ordered, her voice like gravel. Julia, her eyes filled with fear, scrambled to her feet, holding her side.

The crowd's chant grew louder, "Strip her! Strip her!" The anticipation in the air was thick, a palpable force that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Julia stumbled to the side of the ring, her legs weak and trembling and checked under the mat. Her eyes found the kendo stick, a tool of Kong's sadistic pleasure that had become all too familiar in their sessions of domination.

Kong easily picked up and placed Kairi over her shoulder, the smaller woman's limbs dangling lifelessly. She marched towards the steel divider and looked for the perfect fan. Kairi's eyes were squeezed shut, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as Kong threw Kairi into the steel divider that was supposed to separate the wrestlers and the fans. The sound of flesh made the nearby fans smile and clap.

Kong pointed to a fan in the front row, a middle-aged man with a sweaty forehead and bulging stomach. "You," she barked, her finger aimed like a gun. "Hold her up." The man, his face flushed with excitement, did as he was told, his hands shaking as he held Kairi up by her underarms.

Julia took a deep, trembling breath, her hand wrapping around the smooth wooden handle.
She saw that Kong was focused on Kairi and the fan and knew this was her chance to become free and save Kairi.

The crowd's eyes were on Kairi, as the nearby fans started to fondle her bruised and broken body. Julia took a step forward, her heart racing faster than ever before. As the man held Kairi against the steel, more hands reached out, touching her without consent.

Julia’s small hands tightened around the kendo stick, the wood feeling almost alive in her grip. With a silent prayer to whatever gods of wrestling and retribution were listening, Julia took a deep breath and stepped up behind Kong. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and determination. This was it, her one chance to stand up to the woman who had claimed her body and soul. Julia raised the stick over her head.

But as if sensing the shift in the air, Kong turned around, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson yet," she sneered, her eyes flickering at the stick in Julia's hand and raised over her head ready to strike.

Julia's heart skipped a beat and she took a second too long to attack, as Kong reached out to grab the kendo stick. The fight over the kendo stick was quick and Kong ripped the stick from her hand and brought it down hard into Julia's side. The pain was like a bolt of lightning, searing through her flesh, stealing her breath and sending her stumbling to the floor.

The crowd's chant grew louder, "Again! Again!" Their excitement only served to fuel Kong's sadistic desires to hurt all the WWE women. Julia's body was covered in bruises, each hit leaving a new, vibrant red line across her golden skin. Her screams grew higher pitched with every strike,as she tried her best to protect her body.

Kong's smile grew wider with every swing, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Julia writhed at her feet. Each impact of the stick echoed through the arena, a sickening sound that made the blonde's stomach churn. The stick arced through the air once more, aiming for her golden teen breasts this time. Julia just watched as she was too hurt to move, as the stick connected with the soft flesh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake and almost making Julia pass out from the pain.

Julia's scream filled the air, and something unexpected happened. Kairi, driven by a surge of adrenaline and sheer will, broke free from the clutches of the horny fans. Her body, a mass of bruises and her outfit stretched out from the fans, stumbled towards Kong, her foggy from the pain, but focused on her opponent.

Just as Kong raised the kendo stick for another vicious blow, Kairi's hand shot out, grabbing onto her broad shoulders. Kong turned as the stick kept its forward motion and brought the stick down, slamming it into Kairi's side. The impact was loud, the sound of wood against flesh echoing through the arena like a gunshot. Kairi's legs buckled, her knees giving out as she crumpled to the ground. A fresh wave of pain washed over her sore body.

Kong leaned over her fallen opponent, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she poked at Kairi who was crying holding her side. "You think you can take me down?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a plaything, a toy for me to use and discard."

Her smile grew as she dropped the stick and reached down, her massive hands closing around the fabric of Kairi's top. With a powerful rip, she tore it away, exposing the wrestler's bare breasts to the ravenous eyes of the audience. The crowd's cheers grew louder seeing the Japanese star's small pale breasts.

Julia, eyes barely opened, watched in horror as Kong dragged the hurt Kairi to the steel divider. She pointed to another fan, this one with a leer that Kong knew he wouldn’t let go. "Hold her," she ordered, tossing Kairi into the man's arms. He eagerly complied, wrapping his arms around Kairi in a full nelson, his hands digging into her bruised flesh forcing her hands over her head and giving Kong a target on her tits.

Kong stepped back, the kendo stick pushing into Kairi’s nipple. "Beg," she whispered to Kairi, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Beg me to stop."

Kairi's eyes were filled with pain. She spoke in broken english, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Please," Kairi whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, stop."

But Kong didn’t want to let her fans down. She took a step back, her smile never leaving her face, and swung the kendo stick with all her might. It connected with Kairi's nipples, the impact sending a shudder through the Asian's body. Her scream was high pitched and raw, the sound of a warrior being broken. The guy did not let go and forced Kairi to stay on her wobbly legs.

The crowd went wild, their cheers mixing with Kairi's agonized cries. Julia's tear filled eyes were wide with horror, her own hand rising to her mouth. She watched, powerless, as the stick came down again and again, each blow aimed at Kairi's most sensitive areas. The Japanese wrestler's body jerked with every hit, her face contorted into a mask of agony, but could not protect her body.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, Kong stopped. Kairi's head drooped forward, her eyes glazed with pain. The only thing keeping her upright was the fan's grip around her arms. Her bare breasts heaved with the effort of each ragged breath, her nipples red and swollen from the abuse. The leather-clad behemoth stepped back, the sadistic smile never leaving her lips. She basked in the applause of the crowd, feeding off their energy like a monster at a feast.

Julia felt a tear slip down her cheek as she stared at Kairi's broken form. The girl had fought with everything she had, but she was no match for the unstoppable Kong. The man holding Kairi licked his lips, his eyes devouring the sight of her bruised and beaten body.

Listening to the crowd, Kong reached down and gripped the waistband of Kairi's white lycra shorts. In one swift motion, she ripped them down, exposing the Japanese wrestler's pussy with a slim landing strip of hair. The fabric pooled around Kairi's ankles, leaving her naked as so many before her had done.

The moment Kong's hands left Kairi's shorts, a sea of eager fans' hands reached out to touch the barely conscious wrestler's most intimate parts. The crowd's roars grew louder as fingers traced the outline of Kairi's pussy, the sensation sending a shiver through her body despite not knowing where she was. Julia's eyes widened in horror as she watched the once proud warriors dignity being stripped away, inch by inch.

But Kong was not done yet. With a booming laugh, she bellowed, "Back off!" The fans, caught up in their frenzy, paused. "It’s not your turn, yet" she reminded them, her smile a chilling warning of what was to come. The sea of hands retreated, reluctantly, as Kong grabbed Kairi by the hair from the guy's grip. The smaller wrestler's eyes fluttered open, the pain bringing her back to a world she desperately wanted to escape.

With a powerful swing, Kong sent Kairi's limp body flying towards the steel steps, the thud of flesh on metal making Julia's stomach twist. Kairi's scream echoed through the arena as she smacked against the steps, her legs buckling under her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she was barely conscious, but the pain kept her anchored in reality.

Julia watched, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Kairi's body rolled down the steps and came to a stop next to her. Kairi’s skin was a canvas of bruises and abrasions, a stark contrast to her normally porcelain skin. Kairi's chest heaved with labored breaths, each inhale a fight against the pain that ravaged her.

Kong, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, strolled over to the two defeated wrestlers, the kendo stick back in her hand. She poked at Kairi's bruised stomach, each jab making Kairi squirm. Her eyes fluttered open, and she let out a weak whine of pain as Kong's stick prodded her into lying flat on her back. Her bruised stomach rose and fell with each shallow breath she took, the pain etched deep into her features. Julia's hand reached out to try and protect Kairi, but Kong grabbed the leash and forced Julia's head up.

Kong saw Julia hand move and then pointed the kendo stick at Julia, and then at Kairi's sweaty, pain-contorted face. Julia's heart hammered in her chest as she understood the unspoken command. Nodding solemnly, she crawled over to Kairi, her movements slow and deliberate. The blonde's golden body was trembling with pain as she straddled Kairi's face, her nakedness on full display to the leering audience.

Julia took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. She positioned herself over Kairi's nose and began to rock back and forth, the sticky wetness of the Japanese wrestler's tears and sweat coating her skin. The crowd's chant grew louder, "Sit on her! Sit on her!" Julia tried to go as fast as possible hoping this embarrassment ends soon.

As Julia's weight settled onto Kairi's face, the Asian's eyes bulged and her muffled cries grew louder. Julia's wet pussy hovered just above Kairi's mouth. The pressure grew as Julia leaned back, her bruised breasts bouncing with the movement, the leash of panties still around her neck a constant reminder of her own subjugation.

With a cruel cackle, Kong stepped between Kairi's slack legs, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She positioned the kendo stick at Kairi's pussy, the crowd's anticipation almost tangible. Julia watched, her own breaths coming in ragged gasps as the stick hovered above Kairi’s vulnerable flesh.

In a swift motion, Kong brought the stick down, the sound of wood on flesh making Julia's stomach turn. Kairi's scream was muffled by Julia's pussy, but the vibration of it against her clit sent a shockwave through her body. The crowd erupted in cheers and catcalls, the sight of the smaller wrestler's pain exciting them beyond measure.

Kairi's body bucked and writhed, her legs kicking out wildly as she tried to escape the agony. But Julia remained planted, her own pleasure mixing with the horror of the situation. Kong's grin grew wider, and she raised the stick again, her eyes never leaving Julia’s pussy on Kairi’s face as she slammed it down once more. The sound was like a whip crack, the impact sending Kairi's hips into the air.

Julia felt Kairi's scream resonate through her own body, the vibrations of her friend's pain echoing in her pussy. Despite herself, she felt her own arousal build as Kairi’s hot breath went deep into her body.

Her own hands, trembling with the weight of the moment, reached down and found Kairi's bruised breasts as support. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, the stickiness of the two girls sweat. She began to squeeze, the pressure increasing with each twist of her wrists. Kairi's muffled whimpers grew more frantic, her body squirming beneath Julia's.

Julia watched as Kong took the end of the kendo stick and lowered it to Kairi's trembling form. The crowd's chant grew to a fever pitch as Kong slid the rough stick into Kairi's pussy, the wood disappearing into the folds of her bruised flesh. Kairi's body stiffened, her eyes squeezing shut as a fresh wave of pain crashed over her.

With a sadistic smile, Kong began to move the stick in and out, the rhythm deliberate and punishing. Kairi's body jerked with every thrust, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to escape the agony. Julia gets closer to finishing with the help of kairi’s moans.

Her hips began to rock faster and harder, grinding against Kairi's face as the stick inside her friend's pussy mirrored the movement. The crowd's cheers grew wilder, egging her on, their depraved delight a siren's song that Julia found herself unable to resist. The sound of the stick sliding in and out of Kairi's tight hole filled the air.

Kairi's moans grew louder, muffled by Julia's cunt, as she felt her orgasm getting closer deep within her. Julia's body finally tensed as the orgasm crashed over her, her pussy spasming against Kairi's face. The warmth of her cum flooded over the Japanese wrestler's features, painting a macabre picture of pleasure and pain. For a moment, Julia felt a sense of release, her body finally achieving the orgasm it had been denied. But the moment was short-lived.

As Julia started to rise, her body still trembling from the forced climax, Kong's hand shot out and gripped her blonde hair, forcing her back down. "Keep going," she growled, the sadistic glint in her eye growing brighter. Julia's eyes widened with fear and shock, but she had no choice but to obey.

The stick still inside Kairi's pussy never stopped moving, and with Julia's weight still on her, the smaller wrestler's body began to shake with the beginnings of her own climax. Despite the agony, her body betrayed her, responding to the relentless assault. Julia's hips started to rock again, the sticky wetness of her own cum and Kairi's sweat mingling on her thighs.

The crowd's chant grew to a fever pitch as they watched Kairi's body tense up, her back arching as she reached the peak of pleasure. The stick, still lodged inside her, was now coated in the evidence of her orgasm, the crowd's anticipation hanging in the air like a living thing.

Julia felt Kairi's body convulse beneath her, the tremors of her orgasm resonating through her own. Despite the horror, she couldn't deny the excitement that surged through her as she watched her friend's body give in to the pleasure-pain. But as Kairi's cries grew softer, the reality of their situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

With a sadistic flourish, Kong pulled the bloody kendo stick from Kairi's pussy, the wood glistening with a mix of cum and blood. The crowd's cheers grew louder, the sight of the violated wrestler's juices dripping on the floor. Julia felt her stomach turn as Kong held the stick out to her, the smell of sex and blood heavy in the air.

"Clean it," Kong ordered, her voice low and menacing. Julia looked up, her eyes wide with fear and revulsion. She knew what was expected of her, Kong’s will as unyielding as the steel bars of the ring. With trembling hands, she took the stick, feeling the wetness and stickiness of the fluids coating it.

Her stomach churned as she brought the dirty end of the stick to her mouth. The taste was metallic and bitter, the evidence of Kairi's suffering stark and undeniable. Julia's eyes never left Kong's as she continued to rock back and forth on kairi’s nose. She could feel the crowd's eyes on her, their leers and catcalls urging her to perform this sickening act.

Julia took a deep breath and began to lick, her tongue sliding over the wood as she fought back the urge to gag. With every swipe of her tongue, she felt a part of herself slipping away, replaced by a need to submit to the depravity around her.

Her golden tanned body covered in sweat moved back and forth on the pale girl's face. Her bruised tits bouncing up and down as she continued to deep throat the stick as her hands held it close to her face.

Her hips continued to grind against Kairi's face, the sticky warmth of her own cum coating the Japanese wrestler's features. Kairi's eyes were closed, her body limp with exhaustion, but Julia's own body was a live wire of sensation. The stick was slick with their combined fluids, making it easier to handle despite the horror of what it represented.

The crowd's roar grew louder, their excitement feeding the monster that was Kong. Julia's cheeks burned with shame, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and rebellion, but her body remained firmly planted on Kairi's face, her hips moving almost of their own accord. The stick grew cleaner with each pass of her mouth, the taste of blood and sex a grim reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Julia felt the second wave of pleasure building within her, her body responding to the depraved ritual she had been forced to perform. With a whimper that was almost a moan, she slammed the stick deep into her mouth, the wood hitting the back of her throat as she ground her pussy against Kairi's bruised and battered face. The stick was a gag now, silencing her own cries as she reached the peak of her climax.

The warmth of her cum spilled over Kairi's features once more. Julia's body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her back arching making her tits point out as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. It was as if she was being consumed by the very thing she hated, the darkness of Kong's twisted games becoming a part of her.

Finally, with a grunt, she pulled the stick from her mouth, dropping it to the floor with a wet thud. Kong, watching with amusement, allowed Julia to collapse to the floor, her body trembling with exhaustion. The blonde wrestler lay there, her eyes glazed over, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Kairi, next to her, remained still, her face a mask of pain and humiliation.

With a vicious kick to Julia's side, Kong sent her sprawling. "Good job," she sneered, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Now, for the grand finale." The crowd roared, eager for what was to come. Kong grabbed on Kairi's sweaty hair, her strength a stark reminder of the power she wielded over them both.

Kairi's body was a ragdoll in Kong's grasp as she was rolled into the ring. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow as she fought to stay conscious amidst the pain and humiliation.

Kong rolled into the ring and rose to tower over the prone Kairi. Kong bent down and grabbed the smaller wrestler's shoulders, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Kairi's head hung low, her long hair shielding her face from Julia's view.

With ease, Kong positioned the lifeless Kairi's head between her powerful thighs, the smell of sweat and desire heavy in the air. Kairi's eyes remained closed, her body trembling with each movement. The fans enjoy seeing Kairi’s naked body with cum dripping off her face and out of her pussy.

Kong wrapped her massive arms around Kairi's trim waist, pulling her closer. Kong enjoys the feel of Kairi’s soft skin.

Julia watched, her heart racing, as Kong's powerful legs bent and she hoisted Kairi into the air into a powerbomb position. The crowd's cheers grew to a fever pitch as Kairi's bruised and battered body was held aloft, her pussy now just inches from Kong’s face. It was a position of ultimate power, one that Julia knew was about to be taken to a new level of depravity.

With a roar, Kong powerbombed Kairi to the mat, the impact sending shockwaves through the ring. Kairi's legs folded over her head, contorting her into a matchbook pose that left her vulnerable and exposed.

The crowd's excitement was palpable, a mix of shock and awe at the sheer brutality of the move. Julia watched, her eyes wide with horror as Kong held up three thick fingers, taunting the unconscious Kairi. The leather-clad beast's grin was wide and sadistic as she slowly slid her digits into Kairi's bruised pussy, eliciting a faint groan from the Japanese wrestler's slack jaw.

The referee began to count, "One...two...three!" Each number echoed through the arena like a funeral bell tolling for Kairi's dignity. As the count reached three, Kong withdrew her hand, the digits glistening with a mix of Kairi's blood and cum. The crowd's roar was deafening as they realized the unspoken message: Kong had claimed her victory in the most vile way possible.

With a dramatic flourish, Kong held her gory hand up to the lights, the crimson liquid sparkling like jewels. The sight was both mesmerizing and revolting, a stark reminder of the power she held in this twisted game. Without a second glance at her broken opponents, she turned and strode out of the ring, the leather of her outfit squeaking with every step.

Julia, her body bruised and trembling from the forced climaxes, watched in horror as Kong approached her. Kong bent down and with her massive hand reaching out and grabbed the pantie leash and pulled roughly. The pain was immediate, forcing Julia to look up at Kong.

With a cruel jerk, Kong used the leash of panties to pull Julia to her feet, the fabric digging into her neck. The leash tightened around her neck, and she could feel the weight of it as it yanked her upwards, forcing her to stand on wobbly legs. The crowd's cheers grew louder as they revealed in the display of power and submission.

Julia's body shaked as sweat and cum dripped off her body as the bruises glowed in the lights of the arena, her energy spent from the forced orgasms and the emotional turmoil of the match. Her legs threatened to buckle, but Kong's grip on the leash was unyielding. All of a sudden, Kong took the panties off of Julia’s neck and dropped them to the ground.

"You're useless," Kong spat, her eyes narrowed in contempt. "I'm done with you." With those words, Julia's heart sank. She was scared about what was to happen next.

With ease Kong hoisted Julia over her head, the blonde's body a limp weight in the air. Julia had a brief glimpse of the sea of faces before she was thrown into the arms of the waiting fans. The impact was jarring, their hands grabbing at her, feeling like a swarm of hands touching her body. She tried to scream, but hands covered her mouth preventing any sounds.

The fans' hands roamed over her body, their touches eager and unwelcome. They squeezed her breasts, pinched her bruised nipples, and slid down to her pussy, their fingers probing the sticky wetness that was a testament to the abuse she had endured. Julia's eyes searched the crowd for any sign of help, but all she found was more eager faces, hungry for the spectacle of a broken wrestler.

Kong grabbed the pile of panties and strutted back to the locker room making sure she grabbed Kairi’s sweaty panties, her smile a twisted mockery of victory. As she passed the other female wrestlers, they shrunk away, their eyes downcast and fearful. They knew what Julia had just gone through, and they were all too aware that they could be next. The locker room door slammed shut behind her, leaving a palpable silence in her wake.

Notes:

Kelani Jordan, Dakota Kai and WWE newest Referee Victoria D'Errico are cumming soon. Maybe a previosly defeated wrestler might try to make a return

Hope you Enjoyed my story. Love to hear any feedback.

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Chapter 6: Kong vs Kelani Jordan with special Referee Victoria D'Errico

Summary:

Kelani wants to face Kong, but wants a fair clean match. Kelani brings the newest WWE referee Victoria D'Errico to make sure Kong doesn't cheat and play by the rules. Kong likes the no rules format.

Awesome Kong strutted into the WWE arena, her six-foot frame casting a menacing shadow across the canvas. She was a towering figure in all-black leather, her muscles bulging and gleaming with sweat. The crowd roared as she climbed into the ring, a twisted smile playing across her lips. In her meaty hand, she clutched a bunch of panties - trophies from her recent conquests. Julia Hart, Roxanne Perez, Alexa Bliss, Kacy Catanzaro, Kairi Sane, and Cathy Kelly had all felt the crushing weight of her dominance.

"Look at these!" she bellowed into the microphone, holding up the scraps of fabric. "These are all that's left of the 'so-called' best of WWE I've faced! They all came out here thinking they could beat me, but what did they get instead?" Her eyes scanned the rapt audience, savoring their anticipation. "They got destroyed! And not just in the ring - oh no. I made each one of them cum like a bitch, right here, for all of you to see!"

The crowd's cheers grew louder, loving the brutality and sexual dominance of Kong. Some fans had come for the shock value, others for the raw power she exuded. Her reputation for brutality was matched only by her unparalleled strength. Kong chuckled, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she remembered the feel of their trembling bodies beneath her. "You think I'm going to stop with them?" She taunted. "I am excited to see who is next.”

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight hit the ramp. Kelani Jordan emerged, a stark contrast to Kong's darkness. At 5'5" and 120 pounds, she was a one of the new generation that were true athletes, with light black skin and a flat belly that spoke of her gymnast background. She walked with a gymnast's grace, despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. This was her debut match, and she was up against a monster.

"Look at this rookie," Kong sneered, putting her prizes in the corner. "Thinks she can take on the queen of the ring. Well, sweetheart, you're in for a rude awakening."

Kelani stepped into the ring, her gaze unwavering. She knew the odds were against her, but she was ready with her plan. "I've heard enough of your talk," she called out, her voice steady. "It's time to see if you can back it up when you're playing by the rules!"

Victoria D'Errico, the newest WWE referee, strode confidently down the ramp. At 5'6" and 125 pounds, she wasn't the most intimidating figure, but her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her tan skin spoke of a no-nonsense attitude. She climbed into the ring, her eyes flashing a warning at Kong. "This match will be a standard one-on-one, with no interference and no funny business," she announced, her voice firm. "I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Kong. You won't get away with any of your usual tricks here."

Kong's smile faded as she glared at Victoria. "You think you can tell me what to do?" she growled. "We'll see how well you enforce your rules when I'm done with this little girl."

The crowd grew tense as Victoria signaled for the bell. It chimed through the arena, and Kelani and Kong circled each other, sizing one another up. Kelani's heart hammered in her chest, but she didn't let it show. She'd studied Kong's matches, knew her moves, and had a plan.

Suddenly, Kong lunged, her powerful arms wrapping around Kelani and forcing her into the corner. The impact was like hitting a brick wall, and Kelani felt the air leave her lungs. The towering woman sneered, her fist drawn back and ready to easily defeat Kelani, but before she could strike, Victoria D'Errico was in between the two wrestlers.

"Back off!" Vicky barked, her voice a sharp contrast to Kelani's soft-spoken tones. She stepped in between them, her eyes narrowing at Kong. "This is a wrestling match, no closed fists.”

Kong's lip curled, but she begrudgingly took a step back, her eyes never leaving Kelani's. The rookie took the opportunity to catch her breath, nodding her thanks to the referee. The crowd booed as Vicky stepped aside, her gaze flicking to Kelani in concern.

"You okay?" she murmured under her breath, her hand hovering close by, ready to intervene if necessary.

Kelani nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. She knew she had to be smart about this - speed and agility would be her greatest weapons against Kong's brute strength. She took advantage of the brief respite to study her opponent's moves, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And then it came.

Kelani saw an opening and sprang into action, darting around the ring like a gazelle evading a lioness. Her lithe form was a blur of motion, her curly hair flying out behind her as she tumbled and flipped, dodging Kong's every attempt to catch her. The crowd began to chant her name, their excitement building with every graceful leap and nimble escape.

But Kong was not one to be outfoxed for long. Her patience wearing thin, she lunged again, her hand snatching a fistful of Kelani's hair. The rookie's scream of pain pierced the air, echoing through the arena as she was yanked back into the center of the ring.

Victoria quickly grabbed Kong’s wrist. "Let go!" she bellowed at Kong, her own frustration rising. "No hair pulling!"

Kong's grip tightened, her knuckles white with the effort, as she tried to ignore the referee's commands. Kelani's eyes watered with pain from her hair being pulled.

"I said let go!" Vicky repeated, her voice a whip crack.

Slowly, begrudgingly, Kong released Kelani's hair. The rookie dropped to the canvas, panting heavily. She knew this was just the beginning, that she had to find a way to even the odds.

Vicky stepped closer to Kong, her eyes steely. "Back off," she ordered, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hand. "I won't tolerate any more of this."

Kong glared down at her, a hint of malice in her eyes. "Careful, ref," she warned, her tone low and menacing. "You might just find yourself on the receiving end as well."

Vicky met her gaze without flinching, her chin tilted upwards. "I'm here to enforce the rules," she replied coolly. "And as much as you might like to think otherwise, that applies to you as well."

The crowd held its collective breath as the two women stared each other down. For a moment, it seemed as though the match might devolve into chaos, but then Kelani pushed herself to her feet, her eyes alight with a newfound fire. She took a step towards the center of the ring, her body still aching from the first round of abuse.

Their dance began again as the two black wrestlers circled each other. Kelani's legs were a whirlwind of motion, her long limbs flashing through the air as she attempted to land kicks on the larger woman. Each strike was met with a block from Kong’s arm, her arms blocking them easily.

Kelani saw an opening and aimed for Kong's head, her foot snapping up with the precision of a gymnast. But the seasoned wrestler was ready, catching Kelani's leg mid-air. Before the rookie could react, she felt a crushing blow to her most sensitive area. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she crumpled to the mat, a high-pitched scream tearing from her throat.

The impact was sickening, the sound of flesh meeting flesh resonating through the arena. The crowd gasped as Kong loomed over her, a triumphant grin on her face. With a roar, she bent down, straddling Kelani's prone body. Her large fists ready to rain down on the rookie's body, she was a picture of dominance.

But Vicky was there again to stop Kong. As Kong was about to throw a punch, the referee's hand shot out like a flash of lightning, grabbing the monstrous arm mid-swing. "I said," No closed fists!" she shouted, her voice cracking like a whip through the tension.

Kong's grin faltered, but she didn't back down. Instead, she slowly stood, her boots thudding heavily against the mat. Her eyes narrowed as she turned towards the referee, her chest heaving with exertion. The crowd booed, wanting to see Kong beat the rookie.

Vicky stood her ground, her own eyes flashing with determination. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't let this match descend into an all-out brawl. As Kong approached, she felt the heat of the woman's rage washing over her. But she didn't flinch. "You want to play by the rules," she spat, "or do you want a disqualification?"

Kelani took a moment of distraction to gather her strength. She pushed herself to her hands and knees, her eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before her. Kelani launched herself at Kong, catching the larger woman in the back. The impact was tremendous, sending Kong staggering forward. Vicky moved out of the way, as Kong's body slammed into the corner post, her head snapping back.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Kelani leapt to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She could feel the crowd rooting for her. It was her moment, and she wasn't going to waste it. With a feral grin, she threw a flurry of punches into Kong's side, each one connecting with a meaty thud. The behemoth's breath hitched, and she stumbled, her eyes wide with surprise.

Keeping the pressure on, Kelani sprang into the air and clotheslined Kong's making her crumple against the turnbuckle. The ropes strained against her weight, holding her in place as Kelani followed up with a dropkick, her foot connecting with the base of Kong's neck.

The ring shook as Kong stumbled backward, her balance compromised. Kelani's heart raced as she saw the opening she needed. She didn't give her opponent time to recover, instead charging in with a series of strikes that showcased her gymnastic speed and power.

But Kong was not so easily defeated, and swung her massive arm, catching Kelani in a clothesline that sent the rookie sprawling to the mat. The crowd gasped as Kelani's body flew through the air, her legs and arms flailing like ragdoll's.

Before Kelani could even begin to register the hit, Kong was on her again. Kong backed into the ropes and bounced off them, her legs propelling her into the air. It was a move that looked like it could crush a car, let alone a human being.

As Kong descended, Kelani's eyes went wide with fear. But she had no time to react. With a thunderous splash, Kong's body slammed onto hers, the weight of the impact driving the air from her lungs. The crowd's cheers as Kong dropped all her weight on Kelani’s tight abs.

Vicky quickly slid down. She slammed her hand down onto the mat once, then twice. The anticipation grew as she raised her hand for the third count, only to see Kong's massive hand wrap around Kelani's hair yank up Kelani’s shoulders before Vicky could finish the count.

"Don't do that again," Vicky warned, her voice strained with the effort to keep her cool. "You know the rules." Kong complied, if only for the moment. With a grunt, she released Kelani's hair, watching as the rookie flopped back down, one hand clutching her bruised ribs.

Kong's eyes stared into Vicky's, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down the referee's spine. The towering brute took a step back, her boots scraping against the canvas, and then, with a speed that belied her size, she bent down and pulled Kelani to her wobbly legs.

Kelani's eyes went wide as she was thrown into the ropes. She bounced off them with a grunt, and stumbled back towards Kong, her legs shaking with the effort. The behemoth was waiting for her, arms spread ready to attack.

Kong grabbed Kelani by her waist and slammed Kelani down to the mat, her body bouncing from the impact. Kelani’s body hit the mat with a force that almost made a hole in the middle of the ring. The match should be over, but Kong wanted more.

Victoria D'Errico dashed over, her eyes scanning Kelani's prone form. "You okay?" she murmured, her voice tight with concern. Kelani's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and she managed a weak nod. Vicky then asked if Kelani wanted to quit, but Kelani didn’t get a chance to respond.

Awesome Kong had other plans. With a snarl, she pushed Vicky aside, sending the referee stumbling into the ropes. "Don’t touch me," Vicky spat, her face flushing with anger. "If you touch me again, I'm calling the match!"

Kong laughed, “You think you can tell me what to do?" she mocked, her eyes glinting with malice. But she didn't lay a hand on the referee. Instead, she turned her attention back to Kelani, who had managed to push herself up onto her elbows.

With a brutal tug, Kong yanked Kelani to her feet and slammed her into the corner. The rookie's body bounced off them, her eyes glazed with pain. "You're mine," Kong hissed, her hot breath fanning over Kelani's face. "And there's nothing you or the ref can do to stop me!"

With that, she heaved Kelani up and over the top rope, sending her body hurtling through the air. Time seemed to slow as Kelani soared over the ropes, her legs kicking wildly. She had no time to brace herself as she plummeted to the hard, unforgiving floor outside the ring and landed on her shoulder. . The impact was jarring, the air leaving her lungs in a whoosh as she hit the concrete. The crowd gasped in unison, their eyes glued to the small figure sprawled out before them.

Vicky's face was upset as she saw what had happened. She had had enough of Kong's blatant disregard for the rules. "Bring her back in the ring," she demanded, pointing imperiously. But Kong had other ideas. She stepped over the ropes and jumped down and landed on Kelani's midsection with a sadistic grin.

Kong pulled Kelani up by her sweaty curly black hair, the rookie's eyes watering from the pain. Kelani dangled from Kong's grip like a ragdoll, her arms wrapped around her bruised abs. Vicky's fists clenched at her side, and wanted to help Kelani, but couldn’t.

Kong's middle finger shot up in Vicky's direction, a clear declaration of her contempt for the referee's authority. She took a step towards the steel steps with kelani being dragged from behind.. Kelani's legs kicked feebly, desperation etched into every line of her body. But she was no match for Kong's brute strength.

With a brutal toss, Kelani's body flew through the air, her form a crumpled mess of pain. Her shoulder collided with the steel steps, the sound of impact resonating through the arena. The crowd winced in unison, their cries of shock and horror piercing the tension. Vicky's jaw tightened, her eyes never leaving Kelani's still form as she lay sprawled next to the unforgiving steel.

Her patience at an end, Vicky hopped out of the ring, her eyes flashing with righteous fury. She grabbed Kong by the shoulder, her grip firm as she spun the larger woman around. "That's enough!" she barked. "This is a wrestling match,get her back into the ring and pin her!"

But Kong had had enough of the referee's interference. Her hand shot out like a whip, slapping Vicky across the face. The crowd gasped in shock as the blonde stumbled back, her cheek reddening from the blow. Vicky's eyes went wide, her hand flying to her face in disbelief.

With a snarl, she turned back to the bell keeper. "Ring the damn bell!" she yelled, her voice thick with anger. "Kelani wins by DQ!"

The bell chimed once, twice, three times, the sound ringing through the arena. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos and jeers, their displeasure with the outcome clear. But Vicky didn't care, if you touch the ref, the match is over.

Kong's eyes went wild with rage as the reality of the disqualification set in. With a roar, she spun around and sprinted towards Vicky. The referee's eyes went wide as the behemoth barreled into her, her shoulder slamming into Vicky's midsection and sending her flying.

Vicky doubled over, clutching her stomach, the air knocked out of her. She hit the floor hard, her eyes watering from the pain. Without missing a beat, the monstrous wrestler raised her fist and brought it down on Vicky's face. The crunch of knuckles against bone was like a gunshot, echoing through the stunned arena.

Kelani pushed herself up onto her knees, her shoulder screaming in pain. She had to help Vicky. With a cry of rage, she lunged at Kong, her good arm outstretched. But she was too slow, too weak. Kong's gaze looked at the hurt wrestler and with a swift, brutal move, she caught Kelani's injured arm and yanked her forward, slamming her into the steel post again with a sickening crunch.

The crowd cheered as Kelani crumpled to the ground, holding her shoulder. Kong didn't even spare her a glance, her focus solely on Vicky. The referee's eyes were wide with fear as Kong focus went back to the hurt referee

Kong reached out and grabbed the front of Vicky's referee shirt, her massive hands tearing the fabric like paper. The shirt ripped open, exposing the blonde's firm, round breasts, which bounced slightly from the force. Vicky's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as her large tits were exposed to the crowd.

"Kong, please," she managed to choke out, her voice strained with pain and fear. "The match is over!" But the behemoth was beyond reason, driven by a primal need to dominate. Her fist reared back, and with a brutal swing, she slammed it into Vicky's chest, her knuckles connecting with the soft flesh of the referee's tit.

Vicky's scream of agony pierced the air, her eyes squeezing shut as she covered her throbbing breast. But Kong wasn't done. With a sadistic grin, she grabbed the waistband of Vicky's pants, yanking them down with a vicious tug. The fabric gave way, revealing the referee's skimpy panties and bare bottom.

Kelani watched in horror, her own pain momentarily forgotten. Without thinking and forgetting what happened moments ago tried to attack Kong again.

But Kong was too fast. Before Kelani could intervene, she had Vicky's underwear ripped away, leaving the referee completely exposed to the thousands of watching eyes. Vicky's legs trembled as she tried to cover herself, tears of humiliation streaking down her cheeks. The crowd cheered seeing the gorgeous blonde's body.

Kelani's anger grew, trying to stop Kong’s sexual assault, she threw herself at Kong, her good arm wrapping around the larger woman's neck. The behemoth stumbled, caught off guard by the rookie's sudden attack. For a moment, Kelani had her in a chokehold, her legs wrapping around Kong's waist to keep her in place.

But Kong's strength was greater than Kelani’s. With a grunt, she tossed Kelani aside like a ragdoll, the rookie's body crashing into the steel steps a third time. Vicky took the opportunity to crawl away, her eyes never leaving the enraged wrestler. She knew she had to get out of there before things got even worse.

"This is your fault," Kong growled, stalking towards the retreating referee. Vicky's heart hammered in her chest as she reached for the ring apron, desperately trying to pull herself to her feet. But she was too slow. Kong's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair, and yanked her back with a vicious tug.

Vicky stumbled towards Kong, her naked body leaving a trail of scrapes and bruises on the floor. The referee's dignity had been stripped away, leaving only fear and pain in its wake. "You think you can tell me what to do?" Kong spat, her eyes alight with a fury that seemed to consume her very soul.

Kong picked Vicky up by the hair and tossed her into the air and with a sickening thud, she landed on Kelani's prone form, the impact sending both of them moaning in pain.

Kelani's eyes snapped open, pain shooting through her toned body. She could feel Vicky's naked trembling body on her as they laid on the floor.

Ignoring the pain, Kelani rolled Vicky off her and onto the relative safety of the floor. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her legs still unsteady from the beating she'd taken. "Vicky," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "You okay?"

With a snarl, Kong stomped towards and grabbed Kelani by the brown hair, yanking her to her feet. The rookie's cry of pain as Kong’s fingers dig into Kelani's scalp. "You want to play hero?" she sneered.

Kelani's eyes never left Vicky's as she was pulled to her feet. With a grunt, she threw her elbow back, catching Kong in the side of the head. The behemoth staggered, but her grip on Kelani's hair didn't loosen. Instead, she pulled harder, the rookie's feet leaving the floor.

Kong swung Kelani around like a ragdoll, her teeth bared in a feral grin. "You're going to pay for that, she hissed. And with that, she slammed Kelani back down to the floor, her body bouncing from the impact. Kelani was close to passing out from the pain.

But Kong was beyond caring. With a savage roar, she bent down and ripped off Kelani's flimsy top, revealing the rookie's small, perky tits to the world. Kelani's face was a mask of pain as tears came down her pretty face as she tried to cover her tits from the crowd.

With a sadistic smile, Kong stepped back and stomped her heavy booted foot down onto Kelani's chest, her heel coming down directly on the rookie's left breast. The crunch of bone and the sickening squelch of flesh had the audience wincing in unison. Kelani screamed in agony.

Kong grabbed Kelani's legs, yanking them apart with a brutal force. She wrenched off Kelani's shorts, leaving the rookie completely exposed. Kelani's caramel skin glistened with sweat, her eyes glazed with pain and humiliation as the audience cheered at her naked form.

Vicky managed to push herself up on one elbow, her torn shirt hanging loosely around her shoulders. Despite her own agony, she saw Kelani's vulnerability and knew she had to act. She tried to crawl towards the two wrestlers, her legs scraping painfully against the floor. "Leave her alone!" she shouted, her voice raw with fury.

It was as if her words had set Kong on fire. The behemoth released Kelani's legs and stormed over to Vicky, her eyes alight with a malicious glee. With a swift kick, she sent the referee flipping through the air. Vicky's body landed with a sickening thud, her back hitting the steel steps.

Kong stomped down on Vicky's prone form, each hit leaving a dark bruise on her smooth tan skin. The crowd watched and cheered as the referee's body was subjected to the brunt of the monster's rage. Vicky's cries grew weaker, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she fought to remain conscious.

The final three stomps were focused on Vicky's pussy, the impact making the referee's entire body spasm in agony. Each crushing blow sent pain through the blonde's body. Her naked sweaty body shaking in pain on the dirty floor.

Kong's boots finally stopped, and Vicky curled into a ball on the floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her hand was pressed to her bruised and swollen pussy, her cries of pain turning into sobs as she tried to protect herself from further harm. Her dignity lay in tatters around her, along with her shredded referee's attire.

Kelani lay on her back, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe through the pain. Her eyes searched for Vicky, finding the referee in a crumpled heap at Kong’s feet. Despite her own agony, Kelani's heart ached for her fallen ally. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes locking onto Kong's with a hurt look “Please stop” Kelani begs.

The behemoth turned to face her, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "I'll stop," she said, her voice low and menacing, "when both of you are truly done."

Kong ran towards the struggling black girl and dropped her shoulder catching Kelani square in the chest. The rookie felt the wind knocked out of her as she flew back, her body slamming into the ring divider. The air left her lungs in a rush, and she slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

The crowd's frenzied energy washed over Kelani as she struggled to sit up. The barricade shook from the impact as Kelani sat in front of the fans. Hands reached out, grabbing at her sweat-slicked skin, her curly black hair, and her small, bruised breasts.

A burly fan grabbed Kelani's arm, holding her steady as Kong approached, not letting her escape. "Hold her," the behemoth ordered, her voice a dark promise of pain. The fan obeyed without question, his meaty hands sliding off her arms and squeezing Kelani's tits which disgusted Kelani.

Kong's massive fist reared back and slammed into Kelani's bruised stomach with the force of a sledgehammer. The rookie's eyes bulged with the impact, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the air was punched from her lungs. The crowd's frenzied cries grew louder, the energy in the arena a living, pulsing entity that seemed to feed off Kelani's suffering.

With a sadistic smirk, Kong's hand shot down to Kelani's exposed pussy. Her thick, rough fingers pushed through the rookie's folds, finding the tender spot she'd already abused. Kelani's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the monster's digits invade her, each thrust sending waves of agony through her body. She tried to struggle, but the fan's grip was like a vice.

Kong’s other fist slammed into Kelani's belly again, the blows coming faster and harder while her left hand was in Kelani’s wet pussy. Each one made her vision swim and her body convulse with pain while her pussy was tingling in pleasure. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Please," she whispered, her voice lost in the cacophony of the arena.

But Kong was relentless. Her hand moved faster, her fingers pumping in and out of Kelani's tight, bruised pussy with a sickening enthusiasm. The rookie's body jerked with every thrust, her muscles spasming from the pain. Her moans grew louder as her curly black hair stuck to her head from sweat. And yet, she could feel a strange heat building within her, a perverse reaction to the brutal violation.

Kelani felt the beginnings of a forced climax building within her, a testament to the twisted power dynamics at play. But before she could succumb to the pleasure against her will, Kong's hand was ripped away, leaving her pussy spasming and empty.*

Her eyes shot open in shock and desperation as the behemoth stepped back, a smug look on her face. "You want it?" she sneered, her hand glistening with Kelani's fluids. Kelani nodded hoping that Kong would either make her cum or knock her out. "You're not getting off that easy."

Kelani's body was a whirlwind of pain and confusion, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she watched Kong turn her attention to the barely conscious referee. The crowd kept molesting Kelani’s sweaty body as Kong left.

"Vicky," Kelani croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. The referee looked up, her own eyes glassy with pain and fear as she didn’t know what was about to happen.

Kong grabbed a handful of Vicky's messy blonde hair, yanking and forcing her to look up at the monster. The blonde's blue eyes met Kong's, the challenge unspoken but clear. "Ready to help your friend?" the behemoth sneered, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure.

Dragging Vicky by the hair, she brought her face to face with Kelani's bruised and exposed body. The rookie's eyes widened in horror as Kong's hand forced Vicky's face down to her pussy. "Lick," she growled, pushing the referee's head into Kelani's wetness.

Vicky's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the sticky warmth against her cheek. Vicky only had one option and she began to lick, her tongue slowly reached out and licked the sweat and cum that was around Kelani’s tender pussy.

Kelani's body tensed as she felt Vicky's warm, wet tongue on her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the pain that had dominated her world just moments before. Her eyes locked onto the referee's hoping this would be the end of their torture.

But Kong had other plans. With a malicious grin, she disappeared beneath the ring, her hand emerging with a kendo stick. The crowd fell silent, their anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife. Kelani's breath hitched in her throat, as she saw Kong with the stick in her hand. Her body was too far gone to warn Vicky what was about to happen.

Before Kelani could utter a word, a beefy fan's hand clamped over her mouth, as another fan started kissing her neck. Vicky's tongue continued its reluctant dance, her mind focused on kelani and Kelani only.

With a swift, brutal swing, Kong brought the stick down onto Vicky's back, the crack echoing through the air. The referee's body arched in pain, her mouth opening in a silent scream as the stick left a dark red welt across her skin. Kelani's eyes widened in horror, the fan's grip on her tits tightening as he watched the scene unfold.

But Vicky didn't falter. Through gritted teeth, she kept her tongue moving, her eyes never leaving Kelani's. Each lick made Kelani's moan louder, making it impossible to tell if Vicky's tears were from the blow or the forced intimacy. T

Kong raised the stick again, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You want her to keep going?" she taunted, her voice a dark whisper in the tense silence of the arena. Kelani nodded frantically, the fan's hand still muffling her voice. The behemoth brought the stick down again, this time on Vicky's bare ass, the sound like a gunshot.

The referee's body jerked, her cries of pain muffled by Kelani's pussy. But she didn't stop. Her tongue flicked and swirled, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as tears streamed down her face. Her own humiliation washed over Kelani, making the rookie's heart ache with guilt but also her body's enjoyment.

The crowd's anticipation grew as Kelani's body began to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back, and a long, low moan escaped her as the forced climax claimed her. Vicky's face was a mess of sweat, tears, and Kelani's juices.

Kelani's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body spasming as the fan's hand squeezed her bruised tit. Her pussy clenched around Vicky's tongue, the referee's face buried in her wetness. The crowd's cheers grew louder as the black girl cummed onto the white girl's face.

As Kelani's cries grew softer, Kong stepped back, her grin wide and triumphant. She raised the kendo stick high above her head, the crowd's excitement reaching a fever pitch. With a savage swing, she brought it down onto Kelani's stomach with a sickening thwack. The rookie's body convulsed, the air leaving her lungs in a rush.

The fan holding Kelani let go, his eyes never leaving the girl’s shaking body. She slumped to the floor, her body a mess of bruises and pain. Vicky's head pulled away, her face a mask of cum, sweat, and a few stray black pubic hairs. The crowd's cheers grew deafening as the referee's head lolled back, her eyes unfocused.

Kong swung the kendo stick again,this time aiming for Vicky's already bruised back. The impact was like a crack of thunder, sending the blonde sprawling onto the cold floor. Vicky's screams of pain filled the arena, her body writhing in agony as the stick connected once more.

Kong easily lifted Vicky's limp body over her shoulder and walked towards the ring. She left Kelani alone on the floor sobbing. Cum dripping from her pussy as red welts were developing on her stomach and chest

Kong tossed Vicky into the center of the ring, her large breasts bouncing with the impact. The referee lay there, her body trembling with each shallow breath she took.

The behemoth rolled into the ring and stood over the ref, her hot breath ghosting over Vicky's face. "Ready for your turn?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. The referee's eyes widened in horror, her body tensing in anticipation of the pain to come.

Kong took a few steps back, her muscles coiling like a spring. She sprinted forward, her massive frame a blur of black leather. Vicky could only watch in horror.

And then Kong lept high in the air. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the crowd's breath collectively held. And then, with a thunderous impact that sent shockwaves through the ring, Kong's full 250 pounds came down on Vicky's chest and stomach. The referee's body bucked and convulsed, a strangled groan escaping her bruised as she felt her body being crushed.

The air was driven from Vicky's lungs, leaving her gasping for breath. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the pain blinding and all-consuming.

Kelani's vision swam as she watched from the floor, her body too broken to move. Her heart felt like it was being torn from her chest as she witnessed the woman she'd come to trust being brutalized by the very rules she'd been hired to enforce.

With a grunt, Kong stood up, her eyes never leaving the writhing form of Vicky in the center of the ring. The behemoth's movements were deliberate and calculated, a predator savoring the fear of her prey. She took a few steps back, her thighs flexing as she positioned herself over the referee's prone body.

In one fluid motion, Kong dropped down, her massive ass landing on Vicky's face with a wet smack. The referee's muffled screams were music to the crowd's ears as her nose and mouth were buried in the behemoth's legs. Vicky's eyes bulged as she tried to suck in air, her nostrils flaring with the effort.

With a sadistic grin, Kong grabbed Vicky's tits, her thick fingers digging into the soft flesh. The referee's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the behemoth's grip tighten, her nails biting into her sensitive skin. The pain was unbearable and she could feel the bruises already forming, the ache spreading like wildfire across her chest.

Kong began to squeeze, her powerful hands moving in a twisting motion that made Vicky's toes curl. Each squeeze sent a jolt of pain through her body, making her scream into the leather that surrounded her. The crowd's excitement grew with every muffled cry, their cheers encouraging the monster above her to go harder.

Vicky tried to bucked her hips, trying to throw Kong off balance. The behemoth's weight shifted, but only for a moment. Kong’s weight and the beating Vicky has taken so far made Kong's body shift slightly.

Kong's response was swift and brutal. Her fist connected with Vicky's bruised stomach, the impact sending the referee's world spinning. The air was forced from her lungs in a whoosh, and she saw stars. Her body jerked, a spasm of pain rippling through her.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she lay there, her body limp beneath Kong's crushing weight. Kong's hand reached down, her nails digging into Vicky's soaking wet pussy. The referee's cries grew louder as the clawing began, each rough digit sending shards of agony through her swollen folds.

Vicky's body tensed, her legs spreading involuntarily as Kong's claws found their way deeper. The pain was unbearable, a mix of the raw, pulsing agony from her stomach and the vicious assault on her most intimate part. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the crowd's hunger for her suffering, their cries for more fueling the monster above her.

Vicky's moans grew louder, the sound muffled by the behemoth's thick thigh. Blood trickled from her bruised and abused pussy, staining the mat beneath her. The referee's body arched, her breasts jiggling with each twist of Kong's hand.

The behemoth's sadistic smile grew wider as she felt Vicky's body begin to respond despite the pain. Her thick fingers curled inside the blonde's pussy, the wetness increasing with each twist and thrust. It was the type of dominance that Kong enjoyed bringing to the women's division.

With a vicious twist of her wrist, Kong buried her fingers to the knuckle in Vicky's pussy, her thumb pressing into her clit with bruising force. The referee's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath the weight of the woman she was supposed to control.

 

With a final, brutal twist, Kong brought Vicky to climax, her body bucking as the waves of pleasure mixed with pain washed over her. The behemoth's hand didn't relent, her grip on Vicky's tits tightening as she forced the referee to ride out her forced orgasm. The crowd's roar grew to a fever pitch, their eyes glued to the depraved spectacle unfolding before them.

Finally, with a triumphant laugh, Kong rose to her feet, her hand dripping with the mixture of Vicky's cum and blood. She looked down at the blonde's trembling body, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. The referee lay there, her chest heaving with each labored breath, her face a mask of pain and despair.

With a cruel smirk, Kong reached down, grabbing fistfuls of Vicky's blonde hair. She yanked the referee's head up, using her hair like a rag to clean her own sticky, crimson-covered fingers. The crowd cheered as the referee's hair grew matted and dark with the evidence of her own violation.

Kong's laughter grew louder, echoing through the arena as she continued her twisted clean-up. Each tug on Vicky's hair sent another bolt of pain through her skull, but the referee had no strength left to fight back. The blonde's body was a canvas of bruises, her eyes swollen and her mouth a grimace of pain.

The behemoth tossed Vicky's head back down to the mat with a thud, her chest heaving with exertion and excitement. She turned her gaze to Kelani, who had managed to push herself into a sitting position, her back against the barricade. The rookie's eyes were barely open as her legs were spread and barely moving.

With a predatory stride, Kong left the ring, her eyes never leaving Kelani's as she approached.

"No more," Kelani pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, I can't take it."

Kong's smile grew wider as she reached down, her massive hand wrapping around Kelani's neck. The rookie gasped, her eyes bulging as the behemoth's grip tightened. "You think this is over?" she rumbled, her voice a dark promise of more pain to come. "You haven't even begun to entertain me."

With a roar that seemed to shake the very air, Kong hoisted Kelani to her feet, the rookie's legs kicking wildly in the air. The crowd's cheers grew louder, hoping to see more pain for Kelani. Kelani's eyes darted around, desperately searching for a way out, but the ring of steel and the sea of hungry fans offered no escape.

The behemoth's hand tightened, and with a sickening crunch, she choked slammed Kelani's naked body into the floor. The impact sent shockwaves through Kelani's body, the pain so intense she thought she might pass out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was so close to being knocked out.

But she didn't pass out. Instead, she was yanked back to reality as Kong grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her upright again, forcing her to face the cheering crowd. Kong’s strong grip was the only reason Kelani's body was upright.

With a powerful thrust, Kong slammed Kelani's stomach against the barricade that separated the wrestlers from the fans. Her bruised tits smacked against the divider, the crowd's cheers like a thousand needles in her ears.

"Look at them," she growled, her breath hot against Kelani's cheek. "They want more."

A different fan took over, forcing Kelani’s body to bend over the divider with her ass high in the air. His grip was firm, his eyes glinting with excitement as he watched Kong's sadistic play. The monster’s grin grew wider as she took a step back, the kendo stick held high above her head.

With a swift, powerful swing, Kong brought the stick down onto Kelani's smooth, brown ass. The impact was like a thunderclap, echoing through the arena as the rookie's body jerked in pain. Her skin split, the stick leaving a crimson streak across her flesh.

Kong's eyes never left Kelani's ass, she swung the stick again, the thwack of it connecting with her ass sending another shockwave of pain through her. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it began to seep from the wound, the stinging agony making her eyes water. The fan's grip tightened, his excitement palpable as he watched the show, his own cock straining against his pants.

With a sadistic grin, Kong bent down and whispered in Kelani's ear. "You're going to beg for more," she said, her voice low and menacing. The rookie's eyes widened in horror as she felt the stick's cold, hard tip probing at her anus. The fan's hands slid down her sweat soaked back, his fingers digging into the bruises that already marred her skin and stopping on her hips making sure her ass doesn’t move.

With a roar, Kong forced the stick into Kelani's ass. The rookie's scream was piercing, the sound of her body being violated resonating through the cheers of the crowd. Her legs kicked out, trying to find purchase, but the fan's grip was like iron.

The stick slid into her ass, the pain unlike anything Kelani had ever felt before. It was a fullness that burned and stung, a violation that went beyond the physical. She could feel the stick's rough surface against the walls of her rectum, the pain making her vision swim.

The behemoth's hand moved the stick in and out with a rhythmic cruelty, each thrust sending Kelani's body into a spasm of pain. The fan's grip never loosened, his excitement building with every muffled scream that was forced from her lips.

Kelani's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and blood that already covered her. The pain was unbearable.

But the pain grew, the stick moving faster and deeper with each thrust. Kelani could feel herself slipping away, the edges of her consciousness growing fuzzy. The stick's movements grew erratic, the behemoth's own excitement taking over.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body going limp in the fan's arms. The behemoth's grin grew wider as she felt Kelani's muscles clench around the stick, the rookie's orgasm ripped from her unwilling body. The crowd's roar was deafening, their applause a symphony of depravity that seemed to shake the very walls of the arena.

The fan let go as Kelani fell to the ground in a heap, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her forced climax. Kong threw the blood covered stick aside, the blood and shit from Kelani's abused body staining the floor. She reached down, grabbing Kelani's and Vicki's torn panties as well as the others from her previous victims.

Her laughter echoed through the arena as she stood over Kelani, her prize held high above her head. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their appetite for the macabre show insatiable. With a dramatic flourish, Kong began to walk up the aisle, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. Each step was a declaration of victory, her power over the two smaller women absolute.

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Currently working on Kong vs Bliss and Sasha Banks. Who else should Kong face and should they give her any challenge or does Kong keep destroying whoever the WWE throws at her.