Missy was driving Rich crazy. Since declaring time and place to Tricia a week and a half before Missy was like a woman possessed. She trained like crazy for a week and then stopped and got in some light jogging. But she paced and paced. Oh and Terri and Melissa weren’t all that happy with her either. Oh Terri didn’t mind a fight but she would have liked to know whom she was going to fight. Ginger or the mystery fighter? And Melissa was feeling old and fat and hadn’t been in a fight since her 40’s. Melissa was doing this for Missy and what does Missy do? She gets Melissa involved. But Missy knew Melissa’s anger was all show. She knew and rightfully so Melissa craved to get in a ring, topless, nude and tussle with someone. Melissa explained to Terri that since it was 3 on 3 if one team won 2 fights they would be in a position to extract the necessary punishment to the losing team, ala Debbie Smith. Terri Smith did not want to be punished as her sister had been. Debbie had never fought again after Missy. She thought she was tough. She wasn’t. Terri thought she was tough. She hoped she was.
Friday finally came. Rich stayed home that day and sexed Missy up all morning and she regaled him with stories and kept him hard for hours. Terri and Melissa had become close and Terri had taken Melissa down to the workout room and kicked her ass in a fight that was more sex than aggression. Rich begged to be allowed to watch that night. Missy turned him down but told him she had always heard there was a window in the back that had direct viewing access to the ring. Melissa and Terri picked up Missy and they drove over. Missy and Terri went in to see Old Sam. There was no Old Sam but a new Sam, a son. And he wanted to see both Missy and Terri topless. They obliged, giggling and he left. Missy and the team dressed in the locker room. Melissa pulled on a black one piece with a built in bra. Terri wore a red panty and bra set that Melissa had bought her the day before. Missy dressed apart and put on her old red silk robe she had found in her closet. She wore high heels. She walked outside knowing Rich would be watching and Tricia wanted nothing more than her total humiliation. God she felt great
The team climbed into the ring and began to stretch. Terri bounced up and down. She also leaned against the ropes to see how much play there was. They waited for almost 25 minutes and Missy was beginning to think nothing would happen when the door flew open and Tricia and her posse walked in. There were 6 of them. Six? Tricia and Ginger had jackets on obviously covering robes. Then there was a very pretty black woman having a long red robe on. And then 3 other women dressed in street clothes. “Who are they?” Yelled Missy. “Our cheering section. Only 3 on 3 bitch. No one will jump in accept maybe to stop me from killing you.” It was then decided who would fight who. Terri would fight Ginger first. Melissa would fight the black woman, Shay next. And the main event would be Missy against Tricia. “And after we kick your asses my friends will all get a piece of you and your friends. Remember what I did to you Missy. Worse this time and in front of your friends and mine, cunt.” Ginger climbed into the ring and stripped off the robe.
Ginger looked liked she had been an athlete in the past if not still. She had a long lean, well-toned body. Missy figured probably a swimmer. She was 5’10 maybe 140 pounds. Great shoulders, Missy conceded. She was wearing a tight white one-piece that accentuated her shape and made her smallish breasts look larger. As Missy gazed across the ring her eyes locked onto the cheering section. All three were blondes of varying sizes. Well certainly not real blondes and all 3 three had large but not Tricia like chests. They were dressed in jeans and sneakers with tight sleeveless shirts. It finally hit Missy. They were fighting a bunch of soccer moms. Well to do who didn’t work, spent time in surgery and the gym. Toned and stacked. Geez beating them up was almost Un-American. Oh well.
Ginger came out cautiously. Terri didn’t know cautiously personally. She ran across the ring and punched Ginger in the mouth. Terri jumped in the air and drove a knee into Ginger’s neck. Ginger moaned. Terri reached down and back handed Ginger. As a last resort Ginger sprung and tackled Terri and mounted her back. Ginger worked her legs around Terri and scissoring her. Ginger attempted to rest and curtail Terri’s assault. Ginger’s tight scissor began to hurt Terri. Ginger grabbed her by the hair and banged her head on the mat. Ginger began to stick her fingers into Terri’s eyes and her hand dropped lower and undid Terri’s bra and began to work on Terri’s large protruding nipples. Terri screamed. Ginger had Terri and everyone knew it. Ginger continued to work the scissors and continued to work over Terri. Terri’s breasts, nipples and face, nothing was off limits. Finally Ginger reached around and grabbed a nipple in each hand and pinched. Terri screamed and head butted Ginger right in the face. Blood flew everywhere. Ginger screamed an ungodly scream. Terri turned now out of the scissors. Terri had obviously broke Ginger’s nose. Tricia and the black woman attempted to enter the ring but were turned away by Missy and Melissa. Terri turned slapped Ginger across the nose, and smiled. Bitch is done, she thought. Ginger now mixed screaming and crying. Terri grabbed her by the chin and drove her into the ropes. She grabbed Ginger’s chin from under the top rope and pulled down. Ginger’s neck was draped over the top rope and she was standing on the bottom rope. Ginger’s white suit was covered in her blood. “Wanna submit?” Ginger nodded her acceptance. “Fine, strip.” Ginger nodded and began to play with straps undoing them and pulling the suit down while Terri still had a firm grasp of her chin. “Please let me go. You’ve broken my nose. Please let me go.” Ginger shouldn’t have sounded so pitiful and her nipples so firm. Terri rubbed HER bruised nipple and returned the favor. She tortured Ginger’s breasts and nipples for a full 5 minutes but never again touched her nose. Ginger was screaming uncontrollably. Terri released her and Ginger fell to the mat on all 4’s and crawled to her friends. One blonde cheerleader dressed her and led her out.
If Tricia was expecting a victory here she didn’t show it. Melissa gave the triumphant Terri a big hug and slid under the ropes. Slid as well as a 57 year old who was 40 pounds overweight and was fighting for the first time in the 21st Century. Melissa was never muscular and especially not now. She had boobs and boobs and boobs. In her forties she had contemplated breast reduction but by now she had gotten used to her enormous chest besides she no longer fought so what was the point? She now looked back at that decision and cringed. The next thing that happened mad her cringe more, and Missy and Terri. Tricia introduced the black woman as Shay. Shay must have been in her early 40’s but Missy would come to find out later was 47. Shay stood in the middle of the ring and dropped her robe. Oh shit. If Ginger had been an athlete, Shay could have been a professional athlete. First she was beautiful facially. Where Ginger had shoulders, Shay had thick shoulders. Shay was wearing a white bra, and a black thong. She had large firm mocha breasts. Melissa guessed they were real. But what caught everyone and made Missy gasp, was Shay’s legs but even more so her thighs. She had the strongest thickest thighs the women had ever seen. She had somewhere between a sprinters legs and a field persons. Shot putter? In short Shay was built. But could she fight? Like Terri before her Melissa decided to use her bulk and charged Shay. Shay stood ground and met Melissa with a punch right above her pubic region. Melissa grabbed herself and Shay charged her and threw a clothesline to Melissa’s neck. Melissa went down to her butt. Shay used the ropes for momentum and came back driving her knee to Melissa’s back. Shay grabbed Melissa’s arms and pulled back and placed her foot in the small of Melissa’s back. Melissa’s boobs looked like they might explode out of her one-piece. Shay released and Melissa sat like a fat Buddha in the middle of the ring gasping. She walked in front and kicked Melissa in the boobs. Melissa fell back and flat moaning. Shay rolled her over and pulled off the one-piece. Shay knelt on Melissa’s neck and assaulted her boobs and pussy. Missy smiled because Melissa was actually enjoying this. Melissa was a masochist and enjoyed pain. After awhile Shay stood and stomped Melissa huge orbs. OK maybe she didn’t enjoy that. Melissa was still on her back. Shay sat behind Melissa head and scissored Melissa’s head between THOSE thighs. Melissa was bumping up and down and flailing at Shay’s legs. At this point Missy was prepared to throw in the towel for fear that Shay would permanently hurt Melissa. Finally she stopped. Melissa flopped down gasping again. Shay stood and removed her thong. Now what? She turned Melissa over to her stomach. Oh shit. She sat down and raised Melissa’s head and stuck it right in the middle of her thighs with Melissa’s mouth pressing against Shay’s trimmed black pussy. Shay put the pressure up. “Eat it bitch and I’ll ease up. Eat it.” Melissa was flailing and kicking. “Eat it cunt!” Melissa couldn’t be enjoying this. Missy actually thought she saw Shay’s legs turning color the more pressure she exerted. She finally stopped and Melissa gasped for breath and began balling, not crying, balling like she had never cried in her life. Shay put Melissa on her back and face-sat her. Melissa begged to eat her. Melissa begged to lick her, tongue her, suck her WHEREVER she wanted. Shay came once, twice and then she grabbed Melissa and showing her flexibility sat her legs on the middle rope in the corner opening her pussy for all to see. She motioned to Melissa and Melissa gladly crawled over. Please just no more of those thighs. Shay came again and kicked Melissa on her back and spit on her. “Fat slut.” Melissa crawled to Missy. Melissa was still sobbing. Tied 1-1 Perfect now the Main Event.
Terri didn’t think Melissa would ever stop crying. Terri really believed if roles were reversed, she would never stop. Melissa’s head was the walnut in a nutcracker. Terri loved Missy. But? If Missy lost Terri would be eating pussy for an hour or more or worse. She had broken Ginger’s nose. Hell they could tie her in the corner and use her for target practice. Terri really hoped Missy would win but her belief in Missy diminished when Tricia dropped her robe. Tricia was a moose. She was about 3 inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than Missy. She was more muscular. Her legs were like tree trunks. Hell Tricia versus Shay might be a better fight. Tricia was dressed in red. Red bra with her cleavage straining to be released and a thong that stuck to her like a second skin. She had pale white skin. I hope they just make me eat pussy, Terri thought.
Missy stepped through the rope and smiled. Rich would be watching and appalled. One woman was taken to the hospital. What would her excuse be? Certainly not broken during a catfight. And then another women humiliated and hurt to cause unstoppable crying. Yeah this WAS her life. How much pain could she endure? How much pain could she dish out? Missy faced Tricia and let her robe drop. Tricia’s eyes widened. Missy was wearing her old unitard. It was a one-piece singlet that covered, oh, nothing. Missy came to the middle and Tricia attacked and hit her in the face again. Missy shook it off and put up her fists. Carley use to tell her she had no left but she could have gone pro with her right. And those rights were making contact with Tricia’s face and upper torso. Finally Missy drove Tricia into the ropes and pummeled her. Tricia grabbed and bear hugged Missy and drove her into a neutral corner and began hitting Missy in the face with punches. Tricia became winded she threw so many punches at the covered Missy. Finally Tricia relaxed and picked up Missy’s slumped head by the hair. Missy whispered. “In this ring I fought that young kid’s sister. You know what I told her?” Tricia nodded. “I told her she hit like a girl.” With that Missy bear hugged Tricia and drove her knee into her pubic area once, twice, three times. Tricia’s eyes couldn’t open any more. The only thing holding up Tricia was Missy. Missy let her go and stepped aside and drove a punch to Tricia’s back of her neck. This punch drove Tricia to her knees. Missy mounted the middle rope and sprang off this time driving her knee into Tricia’s spine. Tricia’s body was now splayed in the corner on the middle rope. Missy had seen much too much pro wrestling recently. She got a running start and jumped and mounted Tricia’s back using her hair as a mane. She jumped up and down on her back.
Missy stood and stripped Tricia as she lay upon the middle rope. Tricia’s massive chest hung down almost to the mat. Missy stepped between Tricia’s legs and thought what to do next. She stretched her thumb out and rammed it into Tricia’s anus. Tricia, big and tough screamed a banshee’s scream. Missy stuck the thumb till she hit hand and then she still tried to force that in. Tricia obviously started to thrash around. Missy grabbed Tricia’s right arm and bent it back. Missy was working Tricia’s asshole and there was nothing Tricia could do about it. After 5 months of torment, Missy had Tricia where she wanted her. After a fight where Missy could nothing but cry and beg, as Missy forced her hand in, Tricia began to beg and cry. Tricia’s wailing and begging got to a point that Missy for a fraction of a second felt sorry and removed the thumb and hand. Tricia continued lying over the rope and now her right massaged her anus. Missy grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled the nude balling blonde stacked Amazon back and over. Tricia’s tits shook upon hitting the mat. Missy stuck her foot in Tricia’s mouth and Tricia began to lick and suck her toes, willingly.
“Melissa still with us?” Terri nodded and jumped down and helped the still shaky woman up and under the ropes. Melissa crawled to a prone Tricia and a standing victorious Missy. “Make her lick your ass. Do anything you want. OK?” Melissa never spoke, just nodded. At that Missy could feel, yes, Shay charging through the ropes. Missy whirled around as Terri screamed and another voice from deep in the gym yelled. Missy unleashed a vicious super kick right to Shay’s chin. Shay went down as if she’d been shot. All of a sudden all hell broke loose. The 2 remaining blonde cheerleaders charged the ring and people behind Missy also climbed in. Missy didn’t know whom to fight. Then the 2 blondes stopped and backed off. Missy realized she was standing next to 3 women. There was something familiar about all 3. Oh shit. “Hiya Miss.” The older woman, slim and relatively flat-chested leaned over and kissed Missy on the cheek. “Jesus Erica Plonk. You look great.” “Yeah gifts from an ex-husband. Breast reduction and a tummy tuck. Wonderful. Melissa what are you doing fighting?” Melissa was STILL sitting on Tricia’s face with a big smile on her face. Erica kissed Melissa and Melissa grabbed her and started to cry again. Missy then focused on the other 2. 2 blondes, that were bigger and younger than Erica. “Hello Missy still running around kicking ass.” “Kari and Hana? Man it is old home week. What the hell are you doing here?” “We left our daughter, a real fighter, oh by the way with a sitter and couldn’t miss your return.” “My return? Hell Missy Ettinger-Salinger returns to the scene of past glories and news wasn’t going around?” Now it was Missy’s turn to feel ashamed and start crying. Missy blushed and suddenly felt very nude. Kari walked over and put an arm over her shoulder. “Hey I don’t to fight or wrestle anybody. Ok Hana EVERY night but you know I don’t have that thing anymore. Not since you let Hana go. We’re more in love now then we were then. Thanks by the way. You could have…But hey if you want to fight. You go girl. I couldn’t have done what you did and look like you do now.” And Missy shushed her. Melissa pulled Erica down on Tricia’s stomach and began making out with her. “Hey babe you’re magnificent.” It was Rich who had seen everything. Introductions all around and one more orgasm for Melissa and the group left. Maybe you can go home again, Missy thought. But as Missy stepped through the ropes she glanced back at the carnage. Tricia lay nude in the middle with Melissa’s love juice all over her face. Shay managed to get to one elbow and mumble, “I’m going to kick your ass bitch.” Oh good Missy thought another challenge.