You're Attacked Post-Match

You enjoy the aftereffects of your squirting orgasm and once you set your feet on the mat again, readying to leave the ring, your head is suddenly surrounded on all sides by pink and heavy flesh. It seems you've just been buried by the "biggest boobs in the business", those belonging to "Mama" Ta-Tas, the manager, mother, and rumored sometime lover of "Dirty" Sanchez. Those massive mammaries completely encase your head, cutting off your air and weighing down your shoulders. "Mama" Ta-Tas swings over the ropes, standing on the outside on the edge of the mat, trapping you against the ropes. You're running out of air as you desperately try to free yourself.

"Bugger me, will you, fucking Amazon bitch!" you hear the muffled voice of "Dirty" Sanchez and then the fiery crack of his hand against your ass again, "I'm going to whip this ass with a cat of nine, mince it like burger-meat, and then I'm going to rip your sphincter to pieces with my gorgeous cock!"

"Do it, me hijo!" shouts "Mama" Ta-Tas.

You know he's going to do it and you lash out desperately with both feet. By lucky happenstance, both heels connect with Sanchez's groin and he howls in pain again, going down. Meanwhile, it sounds as if "Mama" is in trouble.

"What are you doing?" you hear her mutter, "stop that you little...oh! Oh no! Oh stop! That's too good! Ayiayiayaiyai!"

The gigantic mammaries which were surrounding your head are suddenly not anymore as she falls away, backwards and hard, away from the ring and flat onto her back on the unforgiving floor of the apron. You fall to your knees, gasping for breath and find that someone's arms are gently guiding you out of the ring, to escape. As you are lead away, you take a peek over your shoulder. Somebody powerbombed "Mama" Ta-Tas off of the side of the ring (after eating her out to an **** multiple orgasm to weaken her) and is most likely the one who is leading you to safety. You look to your savior (no, you're not going to think of him like that! He's...just a fellow gladiator offering assistance because of mutual respect!) As it turns out, it's "Pleasure Boy" Paul who had your back this time. You smirk, deciding you don't mind. You've fought him before. Your first fight, he'd pulled a very close win. You remember that the post-fight nookie left you feeling exhausted and deliciously good. You'd fought him again at a later time and then pulled a win (barely) and although you considered being cruel to him, your heart wasn't in it and you gave him the equivalent of what he'd given you. Now, there exists a sporting rivalry, but also an unspoken alliance against mutual enemies.

"Appreciate the assist, Paulie," you say.

"A pleasure to help a comrade in arms," he answers with a wink, "you good from here on in?"

"Yeah," you say, given he knows you don't want to be seen by the others leaning on him for support, bad for your image, "I'll catch you later, huh?"

"I'll make it fun for you when you do," he answers with a cheeky wink, heading off.

You chuckle, deciding you will find him later to give him a...proper thanks.