Seeing Red

[BlackAkuma]

Brad didn’t want to give this chick credit - really, really didn’t want to - but she was undoubtedly strong. She had as much power as he would’ve guessed from a frame like, maybe even more, and she could hit like a Mack truck. Against just about any guy, this fight might be over. He could easily see her running through a lot of the weak-ass punks that LAW attracted.

Unfortunately for her, he wasn’t one of those weak-ass punks. He was an actual goddamn wrestler, and she was about to learn what that meant.

The two traded punches, and while hers was enough to knock the wind out of him and stagger him back, she wound up getting planted on her back, looking up at the lights. That had to teach her a lesson, right? She had to know where she’d fucked. He could leave her alone, go off, mind his own business now. Mission accomplished.

…nah.

Brad approached, reached down, and grabbed her by the ankles, holding them tight. He took a moment to get his bearing, the swung around, lifted her off the mat, and threw her hard into the nearby weightrack, mercilessly hurling her into the unforgiving metal. She wanted to fight like a man? Fine, he’d treat her like one.

[Caborn]

Sydney couldn’t say she was impressed by Brad’s strength. She was of course…she was just a little too winded by his lariat to actually say it. Groaning a bit on her back, Sydney’s tits felt like a bat had hit them. Still, the woman was far from finished with the muscular man. She could take a hit and keep on swinging, after all. The problem was that Brad wasn’t done with her either. Reaching down and grabbing her by the ankles, the big ass brute would take a moment to brace himself before he lifted the woman up, and swung her into the weight-racks with a bang. Some of the lighter weights were knocked off by the impact. Some even landing on Sydney as they fell.

“GAAAAAAAAHHH!” The she-monster cried out, her head and shoulder taking most of the impact. A small cut opened up above her eye brow. If not from the weight rack then it was probably caused by one of the falling weights. Leaving the woman clutching at her right shoulder while gritting her teeth in pain.

“HEY!!!!” Screamed an irate Linda from the ring. The girls were fine letting Syd have her fun without getting involved. They probably wouldn’t have gotten involved even if she lost and ended up down on her ass. But they weren’t going to let things continue when the guy was taking things to the extreme. Regardless of whether or not Syd wanted their help now she was getting it. While Linda was the first to shout, Cassidy and Kimmy were already on the move. Not bothering to say a damn thing and instead running straight for the bastard. Cass took the lead as she ran at Brad head on as started throwing forearm strikes at his chin. She knew she was at a disadvantage like this, but her first priority was getting his attention away from Syd. That, and giving Kimmy the chance to follow up.

“You fucking made me lose a bet, asshole!!!” The bitch-weight would bark after jumping on his back and trying to put him in a sleeper hold. Honestly, she was way more pissed about what he did to the big bitch. After all, Syd was HER big bitch. She just didn’t want to act like she was doing it for the woman. Her big sis Linda wasn’t fa behind them as she ran at Brad with a football tackle. Being a bodybuilder, she was the only one in the group who could rival Sydney’s monstrous strength. So she would make herself the tank as she tried to keep Brad preoccupied while backing him him away from her Syd. Finally, Tommi who had ran out of the ring last, and tripped on her way out, was checking on Sydney next to the weight-rack. Seeing the woman bleeding, she’d try to keep her down. However, Syd was already starting to pick herself up.

“Back off…he’s mine…” the woman growled, predictably pissed that her friends had gotten themselves involved.

[BlackAkuma]

The woman’s impact into the weight rack wasn’t pretty, but then, there wasn’t much way a hit like that could be. She was a big woman, he was a bigger guy, so when you put all that together you created some surreal force, and it all came together when she hit the unforgiving metal. The structure wasn’t exactly designed for human impact, and it rained down weights on top of her after she collided. Nasty crash, had to suck.

But, hell, she’d asked for it. No one to blame but herself. ”Had enough?”

He asked that, but he didn't really care - she’d started this fight, and he decided when it would be over. He’d raised his boot up and was prepared to bring it down right on her head, where a voice from the ring grabbed his attention - one of her dumbass friends yelling his way. Figured. ”What?” He brought his foot down and turned about. ”You want some-”

Brad turned right into a forearm in the face, coming from way down low. It cracked him in the face and another one follow right after, knocking him back step after step, more out of surprise than anything. He brought his arm up, ready to swat the little fly that was buzzing about his face, when he felt a strong pair of arms clamp around his neck and drive the air clean out of him.

Whoever had a hold of him wasn 't the strongest person ever, but you didn't really need that much pressure to do damage to a neck, even one as big as Brad's. His hands came up and fumbled at her grip, but she locked it tight. To make matters worse, he was so busy trying to pry the grip off that it left him vulnerable to the forearm strikes, and now another one of them was joining, charging hard in his side. Three-on-one.

…okay, Brad could admit that he might have bitten off more than he could chew, here.

Fading fast, Brad got desperate. The first priority was getting the monkey off his back, so he focused on that and drove hard backwards, trying to slam her into the gym wall, hoping that might be enough to loosen her grip or get her off altogether.

[Caborn]

The women’s sudden assault had mixed results to the say the least. The good? They managed to land some good hits on the guy and successfully got him away from Syd. The bad? As Linda was forcing him back, he used that momentum and his own to slam the woman on his back into the gym wall. Kimmy let out a loud “Kuuuaaawwkk!” sound as she was crushed between the man’s body and building. It might’ve been a yell, a cry, the sudden blast of air shooting out of her lungs, but it was probably a mixture of all three. Her hold breaking, Kimmy would drop off his back and slide down the wall while gasping for air.

That didn’t make her big sister Linda happy one bit. Letting out an enraged growl, the big ass gorilla would wrap her arms around Brad’s waist and grab on tightly to him. She may have been smaller in size than Sydney, but she was the one who practiced body building correctly rather than randomly lifting big things like the she-monster. So, with her arms around Brad, Linda would show him he wasn’t the only big lifter in the gym as she tried to pick him up and slam him down with a belly to belly suplex! If successful, Cassidy would immediately jump on-top of her teammate, before being joined by Kimmy as the women dog piled on top of Brad to keep him pinned down!

Meanwhile, Sydney had gotten back to her feet briefly before dropping to one knee. Growling in frustration, the she monster would wipe her head with her forearm to rub off the blood running down her eye. Tommi was still nagging in her ear to take it easy but she would rather die than lay down while the others were fighting her battle.

[BlackAkuma]

This was rapidly spiraling out of control, and Brad wasn’t too proud to admit. He could’ve handled any one of these girls easy, and he was sure of that. Maybe two. But three? That was a problem, even for someone his size. Having a strength advantage didn’t mean much in the face of overwhelming numbers, particularly when he had trouble catching a spare breath.

He had a moment of hope when he rammed one of them against the wall and got her to loosen up, freeing up neck and letting him suck in lungfuls of air to help him regain some stamina. The other two weren’t about to let him have the time he needed, though, as they moved in with renewed desperation, one of them even trying to seize him for an obvious belly-to-belly. At first he thought she was crazy, that there was no way she could lift him up, and he brought his arm up to knock some sense into her stupid head. But then his feet left the floor, his eyes widened, and he found himself - all 300 plus pounds of him - soaring through the air, as he was brought down, crashing on his back with an impact that made the entire gym quake.

Brad wasn’t too used to being slammed, and even less being slammed by a girl, of all things, and the sheer shock mixed with the pain was more than enough to keep him down for a second. By the time his senses returned, it was already too late. One girl jumped on top of, then the other, and found himself beneath what had to be about four hundred pounds of angry woman. Most guy’s dream, but he wasn’t quite feeling it at the moment.

”Get-” He started to push up, but even with his power, there was no getting up from a position like this with so much weight on his chest. ”Fucking crazy bitches, get the fuck off!” He tried to throw a few quick punches in the face of the one who slammed him, but he couldn't even get much force behind them from this position.

[Caborn]

The ladies were doing a good job of overpowering the big man. It took a lot out of Linda to slam Brad with a belly to belly suplex. She wouldn't have been able to hold him down if the others hadn't dog piled on top of them like this. It pissed the man off to no end as he roared at them to get off him. However, the ladies weren't going anywhere as long as they kept Brad under control. He tried punching at Linda's face, but he couldn't get enough power behind his fists at an angle like this. Still getting punched in the face hurt. And while Linda endured it, she'd appreciate having a new plan if there was one available to them.

Luckily for the big ass gorilla, Syndey was on her way after standing back up on two feet. She had been slow to rise but now that she was up the woman had a score to settle with Brad. So, walking over to the pile of women pinning him down, Sydney would crouch down in front of her head. Her breasts once again hanging above his as she talked down to him. "Hey muscle man...you busted me up real good back there..." the blonde said as a couple of the drops of her blood actually dripped down on his face. "How about I return the favor?" Syd would growl as she stared down at him...menacingly. Revealing a five pound weight in her hand, the she-monster would raise it up before trying to drive it down on the man's head with a hard smack across his face! All the girls were cheering as Syd got her payback on the muscular beast man.

"Uh Syd I got the first aide kit...can you..." Tommi would cut in, holding a kit she had grabbed to patch her teammate up. "Damn it Tommi! I said not now!" the woman yelled as she waved her teammate away. She wasn't done with Brad here just yet...

[BlackAkuma]

Brad continued to thrash underneath the women and threw around errant punches, but it wasn’t getting him anywhere fast. He’d squirm one way, but they would just counteract and weigh him back down, pinning him with a pile of writhing flesh. It seemed like all he could really accomplish was wearing himself out, wasting more and more energy with each passing second.

Even still, he might’ve been able to get out from under them. Eventually. If he had time. As he heard footsteps nearing, though, he realized that was time he didn’t have.

Sure enough, the big blonde bitch who’d started all this crap was up on her feet again, looking all kinds of pissed. He was happy to see that she was bleeding, but much less happy to see that she was holding some weights in her hand. He got the distinct impression that she wasn’t in the mood to do curls.

Brad tried to bring his arms up in defense as she brought the blunt instrument crashing down, but there was just no proper way to block something like that at this range while he was on his back - it still came crashing down right on top of his skull, cracking him right on the forehead and filling his vision with stars. He spasmed, a violent fit underneath them all, and then went deathly still. His eyes were still open, not quite unconscious, but not fully aware of his surroundings, either. Out of it, for the time being.

[Caborn]

Sydney was in no mood for mercy as she smacked the man with the weight in her hand. Knocking him senseless as he had no way to defend himself with the women piled on top of him. A small part of Syd respected that he didn’t beg for mercy or apologize. She liked a man who meant what he said and wouldn’t take it back. Maybe she liked that it was more challenging that way…

Regardless, the women were thrilled that they had taken the big bastard down. Getting off of him one at a time, they would exchange high fives, chest bumps, and a few good smacks to their ass from Cassidy. However, while the girls were celebrating their triumph…they failed to notice Sydney was dragging the presumed unconscious Brad across the floor. “Uh Syd…where you going with that?” Kimmy would say as the women started to turn their attention to their towering teammate.

“I’m gonna have some fun with him in the ring…who wants in?” The she-monster said with a smirk as she made good on her man-eating name. Immediately, the majority of the girls groaned while Cass let out an eager ‘hell yeah!’ and started helping the woman drag the body.

The other grudgingly followed, knowing that if Syd decided on it, this was happening. So the women worked together to get their big hunk of meat under the ropes and roll him like a rug into the middle of the ring. Before anyone could even ask Syd what she wanted to do the woman just dropped her ass on his face with a chuckle. “An ass for an ass.” She chuckled, acting proud of her wordplay as she sat on his face. Meanwhile her hands would drift down to feel up his abs. Getting a good sense of how strong his muscles were as she rubbed and squeezed them.

[BlackAkuma]

Jesus fuck, Brad was out of it. He couldn't remember the last time he’d been this thoroughly rocked, and it was a minor miracle his head wasn’t bleeding. He laid there, blinking, desperately trying to get his senses together. But everything was offline for the moment. The best he could do was shaking his head and wince, as he looked at the ceiling through bleary eyes.

”Fuck…all of you.” And curse, he could do that well, too.

Brad was vaguely aware of being dragged around, but it didn’t really click until he was rolled in under the ropes into the ring. The world grew dark for a moment, then something hot and sweaty came down over his face, covering his features. It took a few seconds for the realization to sink in, and when it did, Brad let out a deep roar that reverberated through his body - one of these bitches, he couldn't tell who, was sitting on his face. What the actual fuck?

The indignity of it was enough to spark new life into Brad, and he began to thrash underneath his tormentor, even she ran her hands over his abs. He reached up and pushed at her ass, trying to muster enough power to shove her off, or at least steal a stray breath.

[Caborn]

Sydney would let out a moan as Brad started fighting underneath her. She was getting excited riding his face like this. As he pushed on her ass, trying to escape, Syd would try shove herself back over his face. Only allowing him to get short breaths in before returning to smother him once more. “Haha! Looks like he’s still got some fight left in him…you girls thinking what I’m thinking?” The she-monster asked as her teammates watched her riding Brad’s face. Not a sinful one of them had the same thought. But they’d all go with Cassidy’s idea when the team captain said it out loud.

“Oh oh! I know! Seeing red! Seeing red! Seeing red!” The woman would say, chanting until everyone else joined in too. Syd was going to say stomp on him until he stopped moving but she liked this idea better.

So, getting off her victims face, the she-monster would team up with Linda as both grabbed one of his arms and dragged him to his feet. Once Brad was standing, the two powerhouses would Irish whip him back into the corner at the same time. If successful, Kimmy and Cass would make sure he was sitting down in the corner. Using a variety of kicks across his body to do so before the bitch weight planted her boot on his neck to keep him in place while choking him at the same time.

Cassidy was still chanting with every as the girls seemed to group up across the ring, clearly preparing something just for the big man himself…