Post by Aoife Valkyrie on Jan 30, 2022 14:43:02 GMT
The morning of Climax, Mitch and Aoife arrive at the gym where the Empire has rented out specifically for their superstars to train alone and not be bothered by the fans or paparazzi that will do just about anything to take pictures or ask dumb ass questions to fill their daily blog. After lifting weights for nearly and hour and then hitting the gym bag, they head into the ring for what was supposed to be a short sparing session. Mitch can sense that Aoife is off today, her intensity amped up to the point where she is getting sloppy in the ring and leaving herself wide open to attacks that she normally wouldn't.
Aoife charges in and Mitch side steps and leg sweeps her to the mat. She slams her fists on the mat and kip-ups to her feet. Her hair hanging in her face, she blows it out of her eyes and brings up her fists ready to throw down with him. She takes a swing with her left, and Mitch ducks. She comes across with a right and he backs off and she misses wildly. She comes in with a snap kick, and he grabs her leg and slams her to the mat with a thud.
She groans as she lifts herself up onto her hands and knees before darting at Mitch grabbing one of his tree trunk size legs. She uses all her strength to get him off his feet, but he reaches down and wraps his arms around her waist and drags her up in the air and slams her down onto her back as gently as he could without doing damage.
Aoife groans again as she reaches back holding the small of her back, wincing in pain.
"You're leaving yourself wide open. You're sloppy. You need to focus." he tells her trying to teach her up. Trying to get through to her.
Again she slams her fist on the mat and staggers to her feet looking at him pissed off. "Stop babying me! Yah holding back! Fight me!"
Mitch shrugs his shoulders. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to hurt you because if I go all out I could do that. This is supposed to be a training session. This fight isn't with me, it's with them!"
She angerly starts to rip off the tape encasing her wrists and fingers. "I'm pissed. I never wanted this. I want my best mate back! How did it get to this point?"
Mitch leans against the ropes wiping the drips of sweat from his brow. "I can't tell you why it happened. She obviously let her feelings run wild for you and she thought you would feel the same I guess. What's going on with you? You haven't slept much in days."
She looks at him, her hair frazzled in a rats nest of a mess. "I just cannot believe that it has come down to this, ya. We were best mates, and now this. I can understand her feelings are hurt that I didn't feel the same way she felt about me, but this is crazy. She tried to claw ya eyes out. She's crazed, ya. She's lost her damn mind."
Mitch reaches up and runs his finger across the fading claw marks near his left eye. "It's fine. I've been through worse. But let me give you some advice. If we are going to beat Tran and Courtney tonight, I need you to stay focused. I need you to be at your best and right now, your head is a mess."
"Don't treat me like a little girl." She snaps at him.
"I'm not. Look, I'm being honest with you. If you go into that match tonight with your head not in the game, we will lose. Tran's a piece of shit, but he's always got a plan. Don't think for a second that he doesn't have something up his sleeve." he tells her honestly.
She puts her head on the rope resting her forehead as her long dark hair dangles in front of her face. "I know, ya. I just want it to be over. Ya don't know what I'm going through. Ya got no clue how I feel, ya."
Mitch walks over and puts his hand on her back rubbing her shoulders. "I've been through a lot of shit in my life and I've seen more. I may not know how you're feeling right now, but I have your best interest in my heart. I want us to succeed tonight. I want us to win. You need to get your head in the game. We need to end this."
Aoife stands upright and turns back to Mitch. She looks up into his eyes and gently runs her hands down his massive chest until she reaches into his gym shorts. He looks at her oddly with a slight smile, "What are you doing?"
She pulls her hand off his prick and takes off her sports bra exposing her naked breasts. "I'm getting myself in the right frame of mind, ya. But if ya don't want to?"
Mitch comes at her like a raging bull pulling her in tight crushing her in a heat of passion against the ropes. Her breasts smothered against his chest, she can feel him getting rock hard. He picks her up with one arm and places her against the turnbuckles. With the other free arm he rips down her shorts. She pants like a wild animal as she reaches back and slides his shorts down exposing his ass. She groans in sexual pleasure as he rams it home. She rakes his back with her fingernails as he makes love to her in the ring. She whispers in his ear "I love ya." and she kisses him.
Aoife charges in and Mitch side steps and leg sweeps her to the mat. She slams her fists on the mat and kip-ups to her feet. Her hair hanging in her face, she blows it out of her eyes and brings up her fists ready to throw down with him. She takes a swing with her left, and Mitch ducks. She comes across with a right and he backs off and she misses wildly. She comes in with a snap kick, and he grabs her leg and slams her to the mat with a thud.
She groans as she lifts herself up onto her hands and knees before darting at Mitch grabbing one of his tree trunk size legs. She uses all her strength to get him off his feet, but he reaches down and wraps his arms around her waist and drags her up in the air and slams her down onto her back as gently as he could without doing damage.
Aoife groans again as she reaches back holding the small of her back, wincing in pain.
"You're leaving yourself wide open. You're sloppy. You need to focus." he tells her trying to teach her up. Trying to get through to her.
Again she slams her fist on the mat and staggers to her feet looking at him pissed off. "Stop babying me! Yah holding back! Fight me!"
Mitch shrugs his shoulders. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to hurt you because if I go all out I could do that. This is supposed to be a training session. This fight isn't with me, it's with them!"
She angerly starts to rip off the tape encasing her wrists and fingers. "I'm pissed. I never wanted this. I want my best mate back! How did it get to this point?"
Mitch leans against the ropes wiping the drips of sweat from his brow. "I can't tell you why it happened. She obviously let her feelings run wild for you and she thought you would feel the same I guess. What's going on with you? You haven't slept much in days."
She looks at him, her hair frazzled in a rats nest of a mess. "I just cannot believe that it has come down to this, ya. We were best mates, and now this. I can understand her feelings are hurt that I didn't feel the same way she felt about me, but this is crazy. She tried to claw ya eyes out. She's crazed, ya. She's lost her damn mind."
Mitch reaches up and runs his finger across the fading claw marks near his left eye. "It's fine. I've been through worse. But let me give you some advice. If we are going to beat Tran and Courtney tonight, I need you to stay focused. I need you to be at your best and right now, your head is a mess."
"Don't treat me like a little girl." She snaps at him.
"I'm not. Look, I'm being honest with you. If you go into that match tonight with your head not in the game, we will lose. Tran's a piece of shit, but he's always got a plan. Don't think for a second that he doesn't have something up his sleeve." he tells her honestly.
She puts her head on the rope resting her forehead as her long dark hair dangles in front of her face. "I know, ya. I just want it to be over. Ya don't know what I'm going through. Ya got no clue how I feel, ya."
Mitch walks over and puts his hand on her back rubbing her shoulders. "I've been through a lot of shit in my life and I've seen more. I may not know how you're feeling right now, but I have your best interest in my heart. I want us to succeed tonight. I want us to win. You need to get your head in the game. We need to end this."
Aoife stands upright and turns back to Mitch. She looks up into his eyes and gently runs her hands down his massive chest until she reaches into his gym shorts. He looks at her oddly with a slight smile, "What are you doing?"
She pulls her hand off his prick and takes off her sports bra exposing her naked breasts. "I'm getting myself in the right frame of mind, ya. But if ya don't want to?"
Mitch comes at her like a raging bull pulling her in tight crushing her in a heat of passion against the ropes. Her breasts smothered against his chest, she can feel him getting rock hard. He picks her up with one arm and places her against the turnbuckles. With the other free arm he rips down her shorts. She pants like a wild animal as she reaches back and slides his shorts down exposing his ass. She groans in sexual pleasure as he rams it home. She rakes his back with her fingernails as he makes love to her in the ring. She whispers in his ear "I love ya." and she kisses him.