Sydney Sykes vs. Bad Brad - A Rat In A Cage

[BlackAkuma]

…was she trying to hit him with a superpowerbomb?

At first, Brad thought it was just the head trauma, making it hard for him to comprehend what was going on. She’d nailed him real good with that one, left him reeling, and it was difficult to tell up from down. But when he got his head between her legs, that was distinctly the impression he was given, and he would’ve laughed if he’d had the breath for it. He was well over three hundred pounds, and they’d been wrestling hard for nearly ten minutes. No fucking way was she getting him up for a regular powerbomb, let alone one from this position.

And then she went and actually did it.

Brad’s eyes widened as Sid impossibly hoisted him up, supporting his full weight on her shoulder and lifting him high above the canvas, far higher than he ever expected to be without his own volition. He reached out for the cage at the last second and just touched the metal, but it was far too late - in the next moment he was sent careering through the air, a meteoric descent, one that ended with him hitting the mat in a thunderous crash. The impact was so great that his body bounced clean off after the hit, and wound up with him on his chest, arms splayed out, a lifeless husk in the center of the ring.

[Caborn]

Sydney felt like she was on top of the world as she slammed Brad down on the ring with a thunderous super powerbomb! Her heart was racing as she came down with him. As she expected, landing on her ass hurt like hell. But it didn’t hurt anywhere near as bad as her opponent was feeling. As the fans were losing their minds from the huge impact, Sydney would lay flat on her back as she was breathing heavily. Even with the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the she monster’s body still felt heavy as hell. But she had a match to finish, so after a few moments breathing hard on her back, the blonde woman would start to pick herself up. Groaning as slowly stood up, Sydney would start to grab the straps of her one piece and put them over her shoulders one at a time before pulling down the top and exposing her tits! Honestly the woman was fucking sweating hard at this point. Pulling out her breasts was more to cool down than to show them off or even get sexual with the man.

“Fuck yeah!” she would roar out before beating her chest like a gorilla. Then, reaching down, the she-monster would start pulling Brad back up. Lifting his ass was like picking up a bag of concrete. He really was just dead weight at this point. That wouldn’t stop Sydney, though, as she stood him up. Then, after turning her body to the side and wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, the she monster would pick Brad up as she stood upright. Lifting her opponent upside down, Sydney would get ready to spike Brad’s head on the ring with a tombstone piledriver. Normally, Syd would either blow/eat out her opponent at the same time for her ‘Get Syked’ finisher. Or at the very least put their dick in between her tits. Right now, all Sydney wanted was to put Brad down for good as she let out an echoing roar and jumped up to nail him head first into the ring!

[BlackAkuma]

Brad couldn't get up. It was a weird feeling.

He’d been hit with all manner of moves in his time of wrestler, taken damage that would’ve put most wrestlers out for months, and kept going despite it, and he’d always been able to walk it off. But this? That super powerbomb hit him like it was goddamned nuclear, leaving him strung and stunned. He tried to move his body once, then flopped back down again. Tried it again, failed it again. His brain sent the orders, but it was like none of them could reach his limbs. If he had a minute or two to recoup, he could probably get his shit together, sure…but if the noises Sid was making were any indication, he had significantly less time than that.

All he could do was flop about as she lifted him up once more, his body dead weight in her hands. At first he thought she might be going for another powerbomb, which would’ve sucked a lot by itself, but he learned the situation was far worse than that when she spun him around and held him upside, perilously poised in a precarious position.

A tombstone. She was going to spike him with a fucking tombstone piledriver. ”No, wait, fuck-”

Sydney didn’t wait, unfortunately - she promptly drove his skull into the mat with jackhammer force, rattling the cages with an impact that traveled up his spine. He flopped onto his back and laid there, shaking, blinking, barely able to put two thoughts together. Utterly spent.

[Caborn]

Sydney had a sadistic grin on her face as she planted Brad on his head with the tombstone piledriver. The crowd roared as they watched the she monster nail her opponent before letting his body flop onto the ring like a dead fish. Panting on her knees, the blonde woman would look at the battered and shaking body of the man as she admired her work. With her opponent down on the canvas, the she monster was finally ready to put an end to her opponent as well as the match. Too tired to stand up, Sydney would just hop herself across the man's body on her knees before sitting down on Brad's chest. Smirking as she sat on him in the typical delinquent crouching pose, the she monster would look at the nearest camera and flex her arms as the ref would start the pin.

With the official sliding in on their belly, Syd would listen as they began the count by shouting "ONE!" while smacking their hand down on the ring. "Looks like you're coming home with me...fuck meat~" the blonde woman would chuckle to the man under her ass. Sydney wasn't sure Brad could even hear her but it didn't matter. She'd kicked his ass in the cage...and as soon as she was announced the winner...she'd be taking him home to fuck him senseless! Tonight the she monster planned to show Brad that she could fuck just as if not harder than she could fight!

[BlackAkuma]

Brad could hear the referee counting, but it was distant, this long, distant call that sounded like it was miles away. The impact rattled his skull and made his synapses fire. On reflex, his brain tried to do what it was trained to do; all of his reflexes telling him to raise his shoulders, to escape the pinfall.

”2…!”

But nothing came of it. His body twitched and spasmed, but that was all it could do, worthless movements with nothing gained. All he could do was lay there, spent, while he waited for the hammer to fall, and while he wasn’t quite unconscious, he wished to god he was.

”3…!”

Brad closed his and mumbled his curses as he deflated beneath her, as if the final count had taken out what little energy he had left. All he could do know was lay there and wait for the inevitable, all while he asked himself a simple question: how the fuck did he get here?

[Caborn]

Sydney was grinning like a mad woman as she stared down at Brad while the referee did the count. The blonde woman could actually see himself trying to muster the strength to kick out by the look on his face. But the vacant eyes and barely twitching muscles told her there was no strength left to give. Knowing she had won, the she monster would listen as the ref girl shouted three and signaled for the bell right after. Sydney would let out a huge sigh of relief as she was declared the winner. The ref taking her hand and raising it as she stayed seated on her beaten opponent. However, rather than stand up tall and shout at the fans or mock the man, Syd would just drop herself forward. Her tits landing on top of Brad’s face as if they were cushioning her fall.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee…” Sydney would groan out as all of the adrenaline she’d been running on faded at last. Leaving her exhausted as she laid on top of the big man. “God…that was fun…we should…make this a regular thing…” the she monster would say as she breathing heavily. When she wouldn’t get an answer out of the man though, Sydney would try asking again but this time a little louder.

“I said…WE SHOULD MAKE…THIS A REGULAR THING-ah…oh wait…Haha my bad!” the blonde woman would yell before realizing her breasts were covering his mouth. Pushing herself off of him, Sydney would take her tits off his face to let him speak, and to let him breathe for that matter. "Uuuuuugh I'm so fucking tired...come on Braddie...you're going home with me tonight~" the she monster would exclaim as she started to stand herself up, intending to take the man back home to ride him all night long.

[BlackAkuma]

When Brad had first came to LAW, he’d surveyed the landscape, seen what he’d been up against, and not been too impressed. At least when it came to the intergender division, all he could see was a bunch of simps getting their asses kicked by supermodels, guys who probably just joined the league so hot chicks could thump and bump them around all day. Not real challenges. Nothing to worry about.

And yet, here he was. On the canvas. Barely awake. Sweaty, fucked, and undeniably beaten. A sorry state, and just when he thought it couldn't get worse, it did.

”What-” He was barely able to register her falling his way before it happened, her tits flopping over his face and leaving him in sweaty, sticky darkness. He could hear her saying something above him, but he was too busy groaning and squirming to register it, weakly struggling beneath him to get some whiffs of air.

He gasped loudly when she finally eased up, and rolled over to his side for a coughing fit. Even with all that had happened, he still remembered the stipulations of the match and what it meant going forward - judging by the way she was talking Sid had all kinds of plans for him tonight.

No way was he going to be happy about it, though. He let out a final, raspy cough and flopped over to his chest, still too hurt to get up of his own accord. ”Go fuck yourself.”

[Caborn]

"Hehehe! That's the spirit!" Sydney would chuckle back as Brad told the woman to go fuck herself. Eager to get to the fucking, the she monster would reach down and grab the man's ankles. She was too exhausted to just carry this hunk by herself. Which showed just how much the match had taken outta her as she began to drag the big guy out of the ring with her. Pulling him to the exit, Syd would go through the ropes before leaving the cage through the now unlocked door. Wiping off some sweat from her forehead, the she monster would let Brad fall to the floor as she pulled him out from under the ropes. Luckily for her, and for Brad's sakes so she'd stop dragging him, Linda and Cassidy would come out to help as Red Nation's music was playing. The women were cheering "Sydney, Sydney" , as they hugged their friend and celebrated her victory. Seeing that she had some cargo to bring home, all three women would smile as they began to lift Brad up. Linda would get his legs, while Cassidy would help Syd carry his arms as the trio began to take their hunk to go.

Cass was a little distracted as she was rubbing her hand over the big man's muscles. Practically looking at him like a tasty cake as they carried him away, the women planned on having their fill with this stud as they took him back home as their victory spoils. Brad was in for a long night, that was for sure. Possibly many nights, as Red Nation could be a bit reluctant to let go of a perfectly good fuck stallion...and Sydney herself did seem intent on making sex with the big man a regular thing. Hopefully, Brad would be able to survive the horny women who were taking him home with them. He'd need a lot of strength to keep up with five lusty women, after all.


Winner by Pinfall: Sydney Sykes