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Chapter 9 by gunde gunde

What happens next? Can James roll out of the way?

Yes. And he’s angry.

Fighting through the pain, James heaved himself to the side just in time to roll out from underneath Lenore coming down knees first. From where she landed, she would have hit him right in the balls if he’d been any slower. As it were, she grunted at the hard impact against the ring canvas.

“Hey! You’re fast!” Giggling from where she’d ended up on her hands and knees, Lenore was still smiling wickedly, “But you won’t get away from me! I’m not done with you!”

As he shot up onto his feet, James’ blood was boiling. He was a pretty cheerful guy, but the shit that Chesty Lane had subjected him to and the way Lisa McVan treated him was enough to make anyone angry. And now Lenore had punched him in the nuts and was acting like she was going to do it again and that there was nothing he could do to stop her.

Lenore got up too and the two of them withdrew to different ends of the ring before charging at each other and meeting in the middle, she sporting the same sadistic smile that had been glued to her face since she’d sucker-punched him and he looking angrier than he ever had before.

Stopping suddenly, Lenore threw a kick that – predictably enough – was aimed right between James’ legs. Except he was ready for it.

“Oops! That’s not good!” Lenore giggled again as James caught her foot, the fact that she still wasn’t taking him seriously making him angrier. So moving much faster and much more decisively than how he’d started out the fight, he pulled her leg with him and grabbed hold of her shoulder.

“Wheeee!!! I’m flying!” Flung into the ropes by James, Lenore was slingshot backwards by them, right into the clothesline that he delivered to the back of her head and which sent her bellyflopping onto the mat.

“You… said you’d be careful on me,” Finally starting to realize that James was more dangerous than she’d given him credit for, Lenore switched to whining.

His heart pounding a mile a minute and his jaw locked in a ferocious grimace, James simply yanked Lenore up off the mat and hoisted the stunned heel up into the air until her knees were rubbing against one of his shoulders and legs sticking up vertically high into the air.

It wasn’t until he completed the piledriver that sent Lenore crashing head-first into the mat that James realized that he’d been holding her by the pussy with one hand, three of his fingers effectively buried inside it.

Adrenaline still flooding his system as Lenore laid in a heap at his feet, James ripped off his speedos – which since they weren’t held in place by Velcro meant that he’d just torn them in two – and unleashed his eighteen-inch cock to cheers of the crowd.

Next, he grabbed Lenore by the collar of her t-shirt and yanked her up so violently that it was ripped clean off her and he ended up holdings its remains in his hand while she sat swaying unsteadily in front of him, her gaze unfocused in the wake of the two massive hits he’d delivered.

“I can see birdies...” Dazed and confused, Lenore didn’t manage to shake it off before James had positioned himself by her side and proceeded to swing his upper body backwards to send his schlong flying up high into the air before bringing the hammer down.

WHACK!!!

The entire arena was silenced by the meaty thud of James’ mammoth dong coming down hard on top of Lenore’s head, sending her smacking onto her stomach on its way back to dangle between his legs

“One… two… three...” The ref started counting and the crowd started back up again, but James didn’t hear them. His pulse still racing and his fury influencing his thoughts, he knew what he was going to do now.

“Four… five… six...”

He was going to start training like he never had before. He was going to get stronger and faster and more skilled.

“Seven… eight… nine...”

He was going to become the biggest male hero the league had ever seen.

“TEN!!!” The crowd went wild, and when the referee grabbed his right arm and threw it into the air, James had to hold himself back from punching him in the face.

Chesty Lane and Lisa McVan…. James wasn’t going to stop till he’d gotten his **** on them both.

What’s next?

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