MRLx096 Not on My watch | Rage vs Chaos
As Rage finished up teaching a submission wrestling class at the public gym, she noticed a man walking in, his eyes fixed on a yoga mat he'd brought with him. Annoyed by his intrusion, she prepared to leave until he interrupted her, demanding that she vacate the room because it was his yoga time. Little did he know, Rage wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
With a cold stare, she informed him that she still had fifpetite more minutes in the room and wouldn't be leaving until then. The man grew impatient and started raising his voice, causing Rage to snap. She decided to teach this arrogant prick a lesson he'd never forget.
"Since I still have fifpetite minutes left, I think I'll help you stretch for your yoga class," she said with a sinister grin. The man laughed, thinking he could easily overpower such a small woman. But Rage had other plans.
She swiftly took him down, grabbing him by the throat and wrapping him up in a tight spladle hold. His face turned red as he struggled to break free, his voice hoarse from shouting. But it was no use; he was completely at her mercy.
For what seemed like an eternity, Rage held him captive in the agonizing hold, sinking it in as deep as humanly possible. The man pleaded for mercy, begging to be released, but Rage relished in his suffering. She held him there until he was nothing but a limp noodle, exhausted beyond belief.
Finally, she released him, only to put him into a deep bodyscissor. He tried to catch his breath, but it was impossible with Rage's thighs squeezing tight around his chest. She made him work for every breath, making him realize that she was in control.
When she finally released him, he thought the ordeal was over. But Rage had other plans. She forced him into a banana split, stretching him out until he thought his body might snap in two.
By the end of it, the man was a broken mess, curled up in the fetal position, moaning and holding his crotch. Rage stood over him, her feet right on his head, victorious. She'd shown him that she wasn't someone to be messed with, and she'd enjoyed every second of it.
As she walked away, leaving him moaning on the ground, Rage couldn't help but smirk. She'd had a blast teaching this arrogant man a lesson he'd never forget. And who knew? Maybe he'd think twice before trying to push someone around next time. But one thing was for sure: Rage was always ready for a challenge.
