Damien Pyre vs Audrey Trovita - "Hell Unleashed"

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Few sensations ever matched the thrill Damien felt when he was in the air, the ring sprawling below him, the world reduced to the simple clarity of motion, force, and intent. But the weight of a screaming, writhing soon-to-be slut beneath him, crushed and helpless beneath his own body, was something else entirely. Which was exactly what he experienced as the moonsault landed dead center on Audrey. The ring shook beneath the impact, and the crowd erupted in a mixture of awe and horror as the full, unrestrained brutality of Damien’s attack was laid bare.

He let her slump and writhe under him just long enough to savor the moment, abs brushing against her midsection in a slow, deliberate grinding of skin on skin before she haphazardly kicked herself free. The contact left her vulnerable, sprawled across the canvas, gasping and clutching at herself as he rose. Audrey’s legs shook as she forced herself upright, knees wobbling and breath ragged, scrambling across the ring. Damien made no effort to intercept her quite yet, his grin widening with each faltering step she took. Watching her struggle, knowing exactly how fragile her footing and composure were, sent a low, throaty chuckle rolling from his chest, a sound meant to echo not just in the arena but deep into the mind of his prey.

“Don’t get any ideas about running off yet, babe,” he called after her, voice smooth, calm, and dripping with menace, cutting through the din of the crowd. “We haven’t even gotten to the fun part.”

Her retreat was pathetic. Damien’s movements on the other hand were fluid, precise, lethal. In a few lunges he closed the distance, fingers latching into her hair with a grip both punishing and commanding, bending her backward in an instant. He guided her toward the nearest corner, his momentum and strength dictating every inch of her reluctant promenade. Once there, he slammed her face into the top of the turnbuckle, the crack reverberated through the arena, a brutal punctuation that left her bent and reeling.

But Damien wasn’t done. With brutal force, he kicked the back of her knees, forcing her into a kneeling position perfectly aligned with the corner. He adjusted her arms, stretching them behind her with a punishing pull that left her shoulder joints screaming, her chest pressed forward, body exposed and splayed exactly as he wanted.

He planted his foot square on her upper back, just at the base of her neck, feeling the subtle give in her torso beneath him. The crowd gasped, sensing the weight of what was coming, heightened the spectacle of pure dominance.

The Sin-Eater Stomp.

Damien inhaled slowly, eyes scanning the crowd, letting their reaction feed him, every cheer, every boo, every gasp of shock adding fuel to the dark fire of his grin. He straightened, planted himself firmly, and leaned into the weight of his foot, building the pressure, before finally driving it down with everything he had in the form of a brutal corner curbstomp!

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The impact had left Audrey breathless. Her body squirmed beneath Damien's, skin against skin, as she struggled with the aftermath. But somehow, she managed to free herself from him. She scrambled hastily to her feet, body hunched over with one hand cradling her stomach where he'd landed on her, wheezing and gasping for air. Her retreating steps were clumsy in their haste, but with enough purpose in her strides to prevent her from tripping over herself and falling back to the mat.

As she reached the ropes and used the topmost one to help balance herself, she heard Damien's growling chuckle from across the ring. The sound was distressingly familiar; it was the laugh of a predator who was toying with his food, and it frightened and irritated the redhead in equal measure. But with them on opposite sides of the ring and beginning to recover from that last attack, she was barking out a defiant answer before she fully realized it.

"You're right, I haven't even hit you yet! That's when the fun will really get started. You shouldn't be so cocky after just a single successful combo."

Whether he took her words as an empty threat or a challenge, the result was the same. He calmly crossed the ring and was by her side within moments, while she'd only taken a step away in reaction. It was not quick enough.

"A-aah!" Audrey cried out as he yanked on her hair, her body arching backwards with her head to cater to the pressure. She reached up to pry his hands away, but ended up simply clutching at his wrist as he dragged her by the hair to the corner, unable to truly resist. Before she knew it, the pull reversed, his hand instead pushing her forwards - right towards the post!

She cried out again as her face cracked the turnbuckle, stars exploding in her vision. Her body slumped forwards over the post to keep her on her feet while the world spun around her. She gripped the top ropes like a lifeline, hoping to ground herself in place.

Until something collided with the back of her legs, knocking them out from beneath her and sending her to the mat! She barely avoided smacking her face into the turnbuckle a second time as she fell, landing on her knees. With her connection to the ropes broken, Damien had no trouble pulling her arms behind her back instead, forcing her to stick her chest out as his boot landed on her back and her body tensed, spurring further squeals of pain.

He held her there for a while, helplessly kneeling in front of the corner post, body being pulled and pushed in two different directions that it definitely should not be moving in simultaneously. Audrey grit her teeth, shaking her head, a not-so-subtle attempt to stifle her screams as the pressure on her back continued to mount.

And then - WHAM!

She was suddenly rocketed forwards, the grips on her wrists abandoned in favor of shoving her harshly into the post! The blow felt twice as worse as the first one with the added intensity, and Audrey's whole body recoiled from the impact, sending her sprawling onto her back with both hands covering her face, both to massage her aching nose and to conceal the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. She rolled back and forth, her legs kicking the air and slamming the mat, more a distraction from the pain than a remedy.

With her once again writhing in agony on the ground, Audrey once again was left wide open and vulnerable, too busy whimpering to even offer any snarky words of rebellion.

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Damien loomed over Audrey's prone form, his chest heaving with adrenaline as he relished her helplessness. The sight of her curled up on the mat, hands cradling her face, was almost too perfect to ruin. But he couldn't resist pushing things further, drawing out her misery for his own twisted pleasure. Pain was one of the purest currencies in the ring. It made him feel sharp, alive, and very, very horny. The whole time Damien had her stretched out in the hold, his bulge had grown noticeably in size, the thin confines of his spandex briefs doing little to contain his steadily expanding, throbbing member.

With the referee unable to scold him and no rules to honor, he wasted little time in setting Audrey up for the next round of punishment. He crouched beside her and threaded a hand between her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced up to her knees. Even if Audrey tried to twist away or shift the weight off sore joints, Damien was confident he could handle her with ease, manhandling her until they were back at the turnbuckle. The corner had already proven to be a useful altar for his cruelty, and Damien wasn't done making good use of it.

He planted her there with a shove, forcing her spine against the bottom pads and ropes. A rough palm pressed between her shoulders, pushing her down into a seated slump against the turnbuckles. The ropes caught her arms on either side, framing her like a target. Damien grabbed her thighs, his large hands digging into her flesh as he forced her legs apart and over the ropes, exposing her to him.

Damien crouched down, positioned himself between her legs, cupping her chin between his fingers so she was forced to look at him at eye level. "Hit me? You really think a stupid skank like you could even lay a finger on me?" He mocked, his lips mere inches from hers. "In fact, I've been much too gentle with you. I think I should up thing up a notch, dontchya think?" Damien taunted as he leaned forward, his mouth finally capturing hers in a brutal, dominating kiss.

The hunger was evident in the Demon boy's lips as soon as they connected. His tongue lashed out, reaching deep and dirty into Audrey's mouth as he sloppily locked lips with his opponent. The kiss was anything but dignified as he savagely explored her mouth, tasting the sweet tang of fear, lust, and agony all in one delicious, wet concoction. When he finally pulled away, it was with one last greedy slurp, robbing Audrey's lips of their supple wetness.

"Now then," Damien gloated as he took a single step backwards, still admiring his entrapped prey in the corner. "Open up bitch. Wouldn't want me to pry open that slutty mouth of yours the hard way, now would ya?" As if his intentions weren't any more clear, Damien reached down and slowly tugged at the waistband of his briefs, allowing the cameras to quickly zoom in as his erect cock sprung forth for all to see! The crowd roared as Damien's dick throbbed greedily in front of his opponent, his cock twitching in anticipation of the warmth only Audrey's mouth could provide.