'Meeting' Mad Love

"Mad Love" you read the name on the door aloud. Never heard of her. Not really a surprise since you never heard of this league before tonight. Still you won't accomplish anything by just standing here. You raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Just a sec!" you hear a voice shout from the other side. You pause at the familiar tone of the woman's voice, but it is hard to tell through the wood so you just shrug and wait patiently. A few seconds later the door swings open and you find yourself starring into a simply massive pair of breasts. The woman's lovely tan skin is barely covered by a thin dark blue silk robe. It hugs her curvaceous figure tightly, doing nothing to hide her incredibly wide hips and tall, powerful legs. You look up at her beautiful face, completely revealed with her raven hair tied back in a ponytail, and gawk into her deep brown eyes that blink at you in surprise. "Tommy...?"

"H-hi Vera..." you chuckle nervously at the sight of your ex-girlfriend, Vera Modvale. The surprise of seeing you lasts for about two more seconds before Vera's pretty face twists with rage. Before you can say anything else you howl in pain as you are lifted several inches off the ground by Vera's rising knee driving hard into your balls. You crumble to the ground, tears stinging your eyes as you cradle your battered nuts. Rather than leave you for someone else to see crying in front of her door, Vera drags you inside and slams it behind her.

"What are you doing here you little twerp?" Vera growls as she stands over your prone body. She starts to circle your weakened form and as you look up at her you see a beautiful sight you never thought you'd get to see again. Vera's robe covers nothing of her huge, luscious booty, and as she stalks her way around you, you see ripple after ripple pass over her thick rear. Luckily Vera doesn't seem to notice, as angry as she is to see you again. "Didn't you get enough punishment when I dumped you?"

"Tec-technically I dumped you," you manage to gasp out weakly, too lost in pain and lust to think straight. It doesn't take long to realize your mistake though once Vera grabs you by your hair.

"Obviously not. Come here you little chicken shit!" Your ex drags you screaming by your hair over to a nearby couch. She places you in front of it and then plops down behind you. The furniture creaks under the weight of her tremendous butt, a fate you will soon share when Vera engulfs your skull with her massive thighs. You scream in pain as your former girlfriend bares down on you with a pair of legs you have personally seen crush a watermelon with ease.

Your cries of pain are almost completely swallowed up by Vera's thick, but feminine muscle. You flail about in agony, slapping your hands helplessly against her powerhouse thighs. She rolls her eyes at the tuft of hair that is peeking up from between them and holds the pressure for just a few seconds longer before opening her legs and letting you drop to the floor again, groaning in pain. "Damn, still as wimpy as ever. I wasn't even putting any real effort into it. Not like you wouldn't deserve it though if I decided to keep squeezing til your head pops. Doncha think?"

The fact was, you couldn't really argue with her. Probably one of the things you felt most guilty about in your life was how things ended with Vera.

The two of you had started wrestling at the same time and had gotten together almost instantly. You had hoped to make it as a power couple, but it quickly became apparent that Vera was more popular than you. Supposedly being partnered with you had actually cost her several promotions. Finally, just under a year ago, she came to you and told you she had been offered a full-time contract and she was taking it. It had really hurt your pride when she had decided to go off without you and was becoming a success. So you broke up with her and said that she didn't deserve to be in the ring just because people liked to look at her oversized tits and ass. She had been generally shocked and hurt by the whole thing. When you shouted that she couldn't wrestle and that the only stage she belonged on needed a pole, that had been the last straw.

You wished you could say the beating that followed was because you felt bad in that moment, but the truth was that Vera just plain kicked your ass. Much like she was doing now.

Vera reached down and grabbed you by the head, forcing you back up into a sitting position and making your eyes meet her angry glare. Her skull crushing thighs were inches away from either side of your face. Huge, dominating, and ready to snap closed like a mousetrap any moment she felt the itch. "One last chance Tommy. Are you going to tell me what you are doing here, or do I need to 'press' the issue...?"