B-I-L vs S-I-L part 3 by Bill

All right, what now. I won the first round, officially, although it was me who woke up with my shorts around my ankles and alone in a house that wasn’t mine, and Angela and Stacy nowhere to be found. And the second round consisted of Angela and Stacy wrestling against two girls I had found that turned out to have some experience in wrestling. But in the end, after alittle help from Stacy’s imposing sister, it was my team that were hiding for protection, and laid out topless in the center of our unofficial ring.

I would have to find new competition for my sister-n-law and her two friends. I needed to find three women, who could dominate them, embarrass them, and leave them topless in the center of a ring. I needed professionals. I checked the net for “Lady Wrestlers for hire” ads. There were several, but only a few with pictures. When I contacted Sheila’s site I briefly fill her in with my situation and requested a price for hiring three women to complete my mission. A few days later she replied with an amount and a recommended place in my area. Usually people requested her and one other, but not often three. So she waved the airline fee and agreed to drive the 3 hours if I would pay for the gas and one night of lodging. It was a lot cheaper than a hotel so I agreed. I contacted the place she suggested the match take place, and after several offers, the manager offered to let me rent the place on a weeknight, from 10pm till 12 midnight. Included in the gym was an unofficial boxing ring, used by a local boxing club for practice. I didn't care as long as it had four corners and some things that resembled ropes. The night she offered was two weeks away, so I contacted my sister-n-law Angela hoping this would give her and her partners, plenty of time to plan their schedules accordingly. When she asked whom I had gotten, I replied that it was three women I ran into at my local gym, not three professional catfighters who have made over 30 movies between them. The only changes we made together, would be that since there would be six competitors, it would be an elimination match where whomever got pinned was eliminated form the match as it continued. Team with the last person or persons eligible, would be the winners.

2 weeks later, the three ladies arrived at the gym around 7:30pm. They didn’t look as tired as I feared they might be because they had rotated driving and napping. I knew what Sheila looked like from her pictures, blond, around 5’10”, weighing around 140, with most of that sitting in her bra. (Boob job done well) Christy stood at 5’9”, might have weighed 130, light brown hair, no boob job, natural C cup. And Mariann was the tallest at 5’11”, hair dark as night, tanning booth customer, as were each, but Mariann the most, weighed around 145, and also the result of a successful boob job. I was definitely getting my moneys worth.

We still had 2 hours or so before we had the gym to ourselves, so I offered to take them out to dinner. They ate light, not wanting to overstuff themselves. Sheila informed me that she had filled the ladies in with some information, but asked me to tell the tale so far so they’d get the full affect from my description.

When I was done, Mariann looked at me sternly and said, “you’re paying us, just tell me what you want us to do to them.”

I described each woman they would be facing. Especially my sister-n-law. I said, “if someone from they’re side has to hurt, make it her. Stacy and Sharon just need to be dominated, but Angela needs to be embarrassed, stripped, and hurting after she’s beaten.”

The three women smiled, and concurred with Mariann in saying, “you’re the customer, and the customer always gets what they want.”

We returned to the gym at 9:45pm, and I noticed that Angela’s SUV was already there. We entered and the gym manager was already cleaning saying that it had been a slow night and she was leaving in a few minutes. She gave me the security code to set the alarms, informing me that she would be changing it tomorrow, and locked the front doors on her way out. We headed for a changing room, not sure where Angela and her team were.

Of course, the first room we entered, there stood Angela, Stacy, and Sharon.

“Sorry Bill, this room’s taken.” Was Angela’s comment. But Sharon spoke up, “hold on Ang, let’s see what bill brought us to feast on tonight.”

My team heard her. Mariann walked through first and said, “why wait till tonight, let’s go now!” Christy grabbed Mariann’s arm because she knew that she was serious.

Sharon saw the touch, “it’s good that she saved you, hate for you not to make it to the ring.”

I heard this taunting, but my eyes were fixed on Angela and Stacy. Angela had a look of shock on her face at the women I had acquired. Stacy’s face was in a state of fear. Oh, this was gonna be good.

I spoke up, “all right, they’ll take the next one. See you in the ring in fifteen minutes.”

As I closed the door, I heard Stacy speak up with, “did you see them, how big they were?!” Sharon answered, “Fuck them, hitem in the right place and they all fall.”

When my trio exited their changing room, they were wearing T-shirts over their professional wrestling bikinis. Angela came out in her black sports bra and lycra shorts. Stacy wore loose shorts and a blue sports bra. Sharon came out in a workout bikini. Never heard of one, but that’s what she called it.

All six women got in the ring and walked to the center. They met in the middle. Sharon and Mariann stood dead center and walked together nose to nose. Angela followed Sharon lead and walked to her right and met Sheila. Stacy hesitantly walked on Sharon’s left and met Christy. Six beautiful women standing nose to nose, staring, searching for a weakness. A smile crossed Christy’s face when she noticed the tremble in Stacy’s body.

Christy assured her, “don’t worry hun, you’ll be out before it hurts too much.” Stacy’s eyes got as big as golf balls at the thought of any of these strong women bending her in a way her body was not meant to bend.

As Christy finished her sentence, 3 seconds later, Sharon threw her left fist directly as Christy who was still eyeing Stacy. Her fist connected with the left of Christy’s jaw, sending her sprawling to the canvas. Mariann then pounced on Sharon but not until her hit made its contact. They fell to the mat with Mariann on top, both women clawing and slapping for an advantage.

Angela quickly looked at Sheila with her hands up, “hold on, I didn’t know about that, let’s just let them start.” She pleaded. A bothered Sheila agreed and assisted Christy up and back to a neutral corner. But once she turned her back, Angela and Stacy attacked Mariann. Angela grabbed Mariann’s left arm and a handful of her hair, yanking her head up at the same time. Stacy grabbed Mariann’s right arm and bent it behind her back. Free to attack, Sharon wrapped her muscular fingers around Mariann’s neck. Once Sharon had Mariann’s head under control, Angela released her hair and pulled the string on the back of Mariann’s bikini top. Grabbing from the front, Stacy pulled the yellow top off exposing Mariann’s breasts. With help from her partners, Sharon rolled Mariann onto her back and changed her neck grip to two breast claws. Angela and Stacy forced Mariann’s arms under Sharon’s legs and scampered out of the ring before Sheila realized her partner was in trouble.

When Sheila had Christy through the ropes and standing outside the ropes, she saw Sharon sitting ontop of a topless Mariann, rotating her attack between breast punches and slaps.

Sheila saw her partner’s predicament, but also knew the rules with which they competed, but she didn’t know what rules their opponents had. Sheila cheered on Mariann, hoping to encourage her partner to fight out and make a tag. But Mariann was captured within a few feet of her opponent’s corner, and when Angela held her hand out to tag in, she could practically reach Sharon’s shoulder. Once in, Angela proceeded to stomp on Mariann’s already red breasts. Sharon kept her perch ontop of the dark headed woman, which brought protest from Sheila. After securing Angela’s advantage, Sharon stood over her prey and just for good measure, planted her foot in Mariann’s crotch as she departed the ring. Mariann was now crumpled in a fetal position. Her breasts red and covered in nail marks, and both her hands covering her aching crotch. Angela surveyed the woman that was now her prey when Sharon ordered, “Don’t let up, don’t give her a chance to even breath!”

With that, Angela leaped up and onto Mariann’s sprawled body, air was heard escaping Mariann. Angela forced her onto her stomach, and clasped her hands under Mariann’s chin, leaned back and positioned a half-recliner. Mariann began to flail about, hoping to strike Angela somewhere just to get her to release this backbreaking hold. But she couldn’t reach back far enough. Then, out of desperation, Mariann struggled to her knees, and from all fours, slowly muscled her way up, but as she did, Angela leaped onto Mariann’s back, piggyback style. But once up on her feet, Mariann was more in control. But because she was so close to Angela’s corner, and standing with her back to her own corner, her partner's couldn’t see that she was being held in their corner by her breasts. As Mariann stood up to escape, Sharon reached over the ropes, and dug her nails into Mariann’s naked orbs, and when Mariann opened her mouth to cry out, Angela slipped her right hand from under Mariann’s chin, and over her mouth. Angela then wrapped her left arm around Mariann’s throat.

With Angela on her back, an arm around her throat, and a hand covering her mouth, as well as two hands digging nails into her breasts, Mariann was in no position to defend herself, and especially against was Stacy did next. One of Mariann’s hands was on Angela’s arm around her throat, the other was on Sharon’s left hand with was squeezing her right breast. This left her lower body wide open for an attack. Stacy slowly worked her way around the ringpost and beside her sister. She knelt down and eyed her target, Mariann’s crotch. Trying to hide her actions from their opponents, Stacy slowly moved her hand to Mariann’s bikini bottom, slid her fingers under the material, moved then down and under Mariann’s pubic mound, and then clinched down with all five nails into the dark headed woman’s unprotected pussy.

Mariann was now in pain from tip to stern. She was unable to move, call out, or even fight back. The experienced fighter was being triple teamed while her partners watched not knowing her predicament. As Angela tightened her grip around Mariann’s throat, and Sharon’s nails started to draw blood, and Stacy’s crotch claw weathered on, Sheila and a bruised jaw Christy could only watch as their bigger, stronger, and best hope for a win sank to her knees in their opponents corner. Sharon released her breasts claw as Mariann fell, and Stacy pulled her hand from Mariann’s bikini bottoms. But Angela held her place on Mariann’s back for several more moments till Mariann’s eyes rolled back in her head. Angela released Mariann and allowed her body to collapse to the mat. Stacy tagged in and sat on Mariann’s face as I, from the ringside, slapped the mat three times.

First fall, Angela’s team, Mariann was the first eliminated. (this was not starting off too good)

I crawled into the ring from Angela’s corner to help Mariann from the ring. She was dead weight. She was breathing thank goodness, but lifeless. I helped her to the dressing room and put her in a robe she had stuffed in her suitcase. She began moaning and holding herself in many areas so I laid her on a changing bench and left her to rest.

When I returned to the ring, the second round had already started. It was Christy and Stacy. My guess was Christy had charged the ring when I was pulling Mariann to the back because she had Stacy pushed back into a corner and was pounding her to oblivion.

“Fight her Stacy, cover up!” Sharon yelled to her smaller sister. But when Stacy covered a part of her body, Christy would redirect her attack to an exposed area. Punches to Stacy’s stomach, head, breasts, and chest brought red marks and bruises.

Having seen enough punishment given to her inexperienced sister, Sharon slipped through the ropes and grabbed Christy from the back by her hair and whipped her across the ring. But Sheila was watching and as soon as Sharon released Christy, she dropped Sharon with a clothesline. But just as before, numbers make a difference. As Sheila prepared to follow up her attack on the interfering Sharon, she was attack from behind by Angela. With all five women in the ring, the two “legal” participants were inactive as Sharon and Angela took advantage of their teaming, and violently removed Sheila from the ring. Sheila landed on the floor outside the ring on her hands and arms. She rolled into a group of chairs and didn’t move for several moments. With the ring cleared, Sharon and Angela returned to Christy who was getting back to her feet, holding her head wear her hair had been stretched beyond normal. She was immediately knocked back down by a foot to the belly from Sharon. Angela and Sharon then took an arm each, lifted Christy to her knees and held her still for Stacy to enact some revenge for the beating she took at Christy’s hands.

Slaps to Christy’s face enraged her more, but knees driven into her chest removed air from her lungs and left her defenseless. Once Christy was unable to put up a fight, Angela and Sharon released her arms and she fell to the mat face first. Angela removed Christy’s bikini top and threw it across the gym. The threesome laughed at their success and decided who’s turn it was to eliminate their next opponent. Sharon and Angela stepped through the ropes as Stacy lifted Christy feet and twisted her over to lie face up. Just for good measure, Stacy dropped a knee into Christy’s unprotected crotch before she covered her for a pin. With Christy now eliminated, all my hopes fell to Sheila.

As I helped Christy from the ring, Sheila was getting up and making her way back to the ring. I got close enough to Sheila to speak without Angela’s team hearing us and said, “This hasn’t been completely fair, we can stop now if you want, you don’t have to continue.”

Sheila stood beside me, looked at her mission in the ring, and smiled. She took my face in her hands and said.

“Money doesn’t matter anymore, this is personal. Thank you for offering, but I’m gonna hurt these whores.” She then planted a kiss on my lips, to my surprise, and told me to help Christy back to the changing room. The look on Sheila’s face told me that she wasn’t looking to wrestle anymore, she was ready to fight!

I helped Christy back to the same room I had taken Mariann earlier. Mariann was up and standing at a sink, washing her face with water. She looked at me through a mirror with a somber stare.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t know they were going to fight so dirty.”

She slightly smiled, “it’s not your fault, we heard how they fought you and the other girls, and we still took them too lightly. Where’s Sheila?”

“She’s out there by herself, the match isn’t over yet. I offered to call it off, but she wanted to continue.”

Mariann added, “she won’t give up without a fight, she’s good, I’m not sure she’s good enough to be those tricky bitches, but if anyone can, Sheila is your best bet.” I felt a little better.

When I got back out to the ring, I was surprised to find Sheila in control of my sister-n-law, Angela. She had Angela down on the mat in a side headlock, one of the first wrestling holds I’d seen yet. Sharon and Stacy stood at their corner, inside hands touching the corner post and free hand extended over the rope waiting to tag. Angela tried to get to her feet, but with each rise, she was flipped back down to the mat. After each landing Angela would slap the mat in frustration. In another dirty move, Angela reached up and grabbed a handful of Sheila’s blond hair and pulled backwards, Sheila held her lock tight though causing Angela to be in even more pain. But neither would give up. Angela felt this was her only was to get out of Sheila’s vice like headlock. But the more she pulled, the tighter Sheila’s rip got. But with tears staring to puddle in her eyes from the pain, Sheila finally released Angela’s head. But with her grip loose, Angela was able to pull Sheila’s head down to the mat below her. Angela immediately went into a barrage of punches and slaps to the trapped Sheila. Sheila kicked and fought back until she was able to roll out and free herself.

But women got up but didn’t move. They stood across the ring, facing each other and sucking deep breaths. Sharon called to Angela, “tag me in, let me take her out.”

Angela nodded and walked towards Sharon, but when she reached her hand, Sheila charged Angela from behind and pushed in into Sharon. The collision knocked Sharon to the floor butt first. Angela was dazed, enough so that Sheila grabbed her hand and slapped Stacy’s with it. Stacy stood on the outside of the ropes in a state of shock. She wanted no part of Sheila. But Sharon was on the ground holding her ass, and Angela was wobbling like a drunk after closing. Sheila grabbed Stacy by the hair and yanked her into the ring over the ropes. Sheila began kicking Stacy around the ring.. Stacy cryed out for help but none was available.

“What’s the matter bitch, you don’t like it when it’s one against one?” Sheila chided.

After beating Stacy into a pile in the floor of the opposite corner, Sheila grabbed Stacy’s left ankle and dragged her to the center of the ring. Sheila twisted Stacy’s ankle and wrenched her over, face down, and applied an ankle-lock submission move. Stacy screamed so loud I thought the windows would break.

“Stop, please, stop…………………aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah stop please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I called to her, “tap the floor three times and she’ll let you go dumbass!”

Stacy tapped so fast Sheila almost laughed. Once free, Stacy crawled under the bottom rope and escaped. The charged Sheila then set her crosshairs on the dazed sister-n-law of mine.

“So, you like stripping people huh?” Sheila asked her. Sheila threw a gut punch as Angela was held up only be the corner ropes. A knee and another punch later and Angela was ready to fall again. But Sheila draped Angela legs through opposite middle ropes, then pulled her sports bra up over her head and threw it across the room. With Angela propped up in the corner like a punching bag, Sheila went to work. Tit punches and gut shots drove Angela to moans and crying. After beating the helpless babe to tears, Sheila asked her, “are you ready to quit bitch?”

Angela nodded her tired head slowly, tears still coming down.

:I can’t hear you bitch, let me turn up the volume!” Sheila reached down and grabbed Angela’s crotch. Angela screamed out, “Yes, please , yeas I quit, I quit!!!!!!”

Sheila released Angela’s crotch, but only to raise her knee up into it one time. Sheila left Angela hanging in the corner like a trophy. Timing was everything. Just as Angela was giving up, Sharon was crawling back into the ring. Sheila turned to face her final opponent.

“You made my sister scream, and her friend cry, your gonna pay for that you fucking whore!” Sharon said.

“I’ve been waiting for ya hon. I’ve just been playing with them until you could get off your ass and back in this ring.” Sheila answered.

Furious, Sharon made the mistake of charging Sheila. At the last moment Sheila ducked to the side and flung her legs under Sharon tripping her to the mat face first. Once down, Sharon was immediately mounted by Sheila who grabbed Sharon by the hair and began banging her face in to the mat. When Sheila tired of banging the gymnast's face into the canvas, she released her hair and slapped the back of her head a few times. Sheila then pulled off Sharon’s “workout top” and wrapped it around her throat. Sheila got up and began dragging Sharon around the ring by the top. Sharon tried to keep up from her knees but continued struggling and falling down. Sheila then rared around and flung Sharon across the ring by homemade leash. Sharon crashed into the opposite corner and laid there exhausted.

Sheila grabbed Sharon by the ankles and dragged her to the middle of the ring.

“So you’re a gymnast huh? Let’s see how strong those legs are!”

As Sheila began wrapping Sharon’s legs around her own to form a figure four leglock, Sharon aroused and sensed the oncoming pain. Out of desperation Sharon jerked her right foot away from Sheila’s hand and shoved it into Sheila’s stomach.. When Sheila doubled over while still standing, Sharon slammed the same foot against the side of Sheila’s head. Now it was Sheila who fell back onto the mat holding her head. For a couple moments, neither woman moved. Sharon glared at Sheila but waited in an attempt to regain her strength. Sheila crawled to the opposite corner, still holding her head but also rubbing her eyes. What I didn’t know at that time was that Sheila wore contacts. And they were just knocked loose. If they had been knocked out, she would see things only slightly blurry, but with them still in but dislodged, she saw blurs and lines, with her eyes irritated with pain each time she blinked.

Sharon saw the dismay of her opponent and like a lion hunting wounded prey, she went in for the kill. Sharon charged at Sheila, sliding down to her side and immediately covered her with punches and claws, covering Sheila’s back, head, and front. Sheila tried to protect herself but to avoid some pain she kept her eyes closed. Sharon stood moments later and jerked Sheila to her feet by her blond ponytail and flung her across the ring. Chasing her down, she lifted and flung her again back to the other side. Once there, Sharon lifted Sheila and suddenly stopped, she noticed Sheila’s blond pony tail coming undone and got an idea. She shoved Sheila back into the nearest corner and pulled the rest of her hair out of the tail. Sharon then slipped through the ropes and stood behind Sheila never releasing her hair. Sharon then pulled and separated Sheila locks and then tied them around the top turnbuckle. Once secure Sheila became more aware and began to struggle. Once back in the ring, Sharon slowed Sheila’s fight by delivering a foot to her belly, followed by a right to her jaw.

Sharon walked away from her opponent and helped her “eliminated” partner, Angela, from her trapped position. Once Angela was revived, she saw the “present” Sharon had waiting for her. Angela’s face lit up with whatever energy she had left as she approached the woman who beat her into submission.

Angela yanked off Sheila’s top and stared at her artificial breasts. Sharon helped Angela tear the bikini top in two and each woman tied an arm of Sheila’s to opposite top ropes. They then separated her legs and wrapped them over opposite middle ropes. As Sheila moaned Angela whispered in her ear, “hurts like hell doesn’t it? Now you know how it feels bitch! But you ain’t felt nothing yet!”

Angela followed that up by suprising me and Sharon by grabbing Sheila’s face and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Nobody kisses my brother-n-law but my sister, and me, if I want to! Plus I thought you might liked to be kissed, before you got fucked up!”

“huh?” was all I got out.

Angela and Sharon then took turns pounding Sheila in the stomach and breasts, turning her tan body into a red and bruised human punching bag. After every fifth or sixth hit, one of the attackers would revive Sheila by kicking her in the crotch. After punishing their trapped victim for long minutes, they released her bondage and allowed her body to fall to the mat.

Angela said, “I would pin her, but I’m not officially in the match anymore.”

Sharon smiled and stepped over Sheila’s still body, straddling it as she looked for a landing spot. Sharon finally settled down as she sat down towards Sheila’s face. Her knees landed on Sheila’s shoulders, with her crotch just inches from Sheila’s mouth. Sharon then laid her naked breasts over Sheila face and said, “these are all real sweetie.”

Angela slapped the mat three times and looked at me with a smile of satisfaction.

“Damn Bill, you even went out and got professionals, and we still beat them.” Angela said.

I asked , “how do you know they were pros?”

“What do you think I’ve been watching the last two months? These women! I knew who they were the minute I saw them. They’re all over the net.”

I shook my head in disbelief. I will overcome my sister-n-law. Sooner or later I will. I just don’t know how.