Meanwhile in the locker rooms earlier....
Nyarlathothep lets out a guttural moan as Ivan pounds into her, his thick cock stretching her deliciously. She wraps her long, toned legs around his waist, digging her heels into his firm ass cheeks as she pulls him deeper.
"Mmmm...that's it baby," she purrs breathlessly. "Give me that big dick. Fuck me harder!" Her head tilts back against the lockers as he obliges, slamming into her with animalistic abandon. The lewd sounds of their coupling echo through the small space.
She runs her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, tugging his mouth down to hers in a searing kiss. Their tongues dance obscenely as he continues to rut into her slick heat. Nyarlathothep clenches hard around him, feeling her climax quickly approaching.
Earlier, Nyarlathothep had come across Ivan's wrestling profile earlier, intrigued by the rumors of his sexual prowess and penchant for dominating women in the ring. Wanting to test if he could keep up with her own sadistic appetites, she had arranged this private encounter in the locker room beforehand.
As soon as they were alone together, she made it clear what she expected - that he fuck her thoroughly enough to prove himself worthy of being her tag team partner. And so far, he was more than living up to his reputation. His huge cock felt incredible stretching her and each powerful thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her core.
Nyarlathothep knew she needed to stay focused on the task ahead - winning their upcoming match with Ivan. But right now, she couldn't help but lose herself in the sheer ecstasy of their carnal union. She dug her nails into his back as another intense orgasm crashed over her.
"Fuck yes! Cum inside me," she demanded breathlessly, grinding her hips urgently against his.
Her words seemed to spur Ivan on even further. With a primal growl, he pistoned into her faster and harder until finally burying himself to the hilt and erupting deep within her spasming sex. Nyarlathothep cried out in rapture as jet after jet of his potent cum pumped into her, filling her completely.
Ivan groans deeply as he empties his heavy balls inside Nyarlathotep's quivering cunt. Even as his release subsides, he keeps fucking her through the aftershocks, his thick cock still rock hard and throbbing inside her tight heat.
"Shit..." he mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why do I always end up with these crazy bitches? First that Yandere, now this freak."
Despite his inner complaints though, Ivan's hips continue to surge forward, stirring up the creamy mixture of their combined fluids inside her. The wet squelch of their fucking grows louder and more obscene with every pump.
Minutes later....
A short while later, Nyarlathothep emerges from the locker room wearing a black and purple latex bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination. Her voluptuous breasts strain against the tight fabric while her round ass and thick thighs are accentuated perfectly. Leather boots complete the dominatrix-inspired look.
She spots Ivan waiting nearby and saunters over with a wicked grin. "I trust our warm-up session was satisfactory?" she asks smugly, running a gloved finger along his jawline. "Because I expect nothing less than your very best out there."
Her eyes flash with sadistic anticipation. "Let's go show those pathetic men and women what real pain feels like." With that, Nyarlathothep turns on her heel and struts towards the entrance ramp, ready to unleash hell on anyone foolish enough to cross her path tonight.
Nyarlathothep steps out onto the stage, her tall boots clicking ominously on the ramp. She pauses at the top, surveying the crowd with a predatory gaze. The lights dim and eerie music fills the air as she begins her slow, purposeful descent to ringside.
Fans boo and hiss at the sight of her, but their jeers only seem to amuse the sadistic wrestler. She blows kisses mockingly, relishing their hatred. At ringside, she climbs atop the apron and leans forward provocatively, making sure everyone gets an eyeful of her cleavage and the tantalizing curves of her body-suit-clad figure.
With a final wink to the audience, Nyarlathothep gracefully slides into the ring. She takes her corner and assumes a fighting stance, cracking her knuckles eagerly as she stares at their opponents. Her eyes gleam with unrestrained bloodlust and perverse excitement for the carnage to come.
Ivan raised a curious eyebrow, looks like she's taking the first bout. He sit on this one for now but doesn't mean he can't do something else in the ring.
Afterall, No DQ rules.
