Wrestling Cheerleaders Crush II
Rematch
by
Ronin  c2000

When Cheryl Lusk entered the ring clad in her silver lame` bikini, the
crowd cheered delightedly. The  dark haired siren was one of the most
beautiful girls the night club patrons had ever seen.  Her body was
perfectly proportioned.  Her face was that of an angel's.  The silver
clad girl was flattered by all the attention.  She blushed prettily. 
Then the people's tone changed.
They roared ecstatically when Honey Sweeney climbed into the ring.  The
big blonde bombshell exuded a sexuality that filled the club.  The top
of her gold lame` bikini could barely contain her ample bust.  She
pranced around the ring, luxuriating in the adulation of the audience.
She accepted it as her due, blowing kisses at her boyfriend, Tom
Jackson.  There was an arrogant smile on her pretty face.
Cheryl gazed at Tom yearningly.  A few months ago he had almost been
hers.  Honey had intruded just before the brunette's erotic dreams could
be consummated.  After a brutal catfight, in which Cheryl had almost
been killed, the big blonde had taken Tom away with her.  Cheryl had
been left heartbroken in a puddle of tears.  The  dark haired belle had
also been broken in spirit.  It had taken weeks for the bruises and
scratches to heal,  and months for her to work up the courage to
challenge Honey to a rematch.  She had made a pass at Tom right in front
of the bombshell.  What occurred next resulted in the two lovelies
standing in the ring set up in a sleazy night-club.
Honey worked here, after graduation, as a dancer.  She had heard of a
boxing match that had taken place in the club between two girls over a
guy named Sam.  One girl had completely demolished her rival, and won
the boy.
The fight had been a big hit with the customers.  So when Honey
approached the club's owner, Wayne Kirsen, with her situation, he had
jumped at the chance to promote another match.  He announced the bout
two weeks in advance, after getting an agreement from Cheryl.  He had
made both girls sign waivers for any injuries incurred in his
establishment.  He also insisted the two contestants cut their
finger-nails.  This would be a wrestling match, rather than a catfight.
He did not want one of his prettier employees getting her face damaged.
Kirsen provided the two beauties their bikinis.

Honey continued to dance about the ring provocatively, displaying her
voluptuous body to the mostly male attendance.  The room echoed with
wolf-whistles and other inarticulate sounds.  The spectators seemed to
have forgotten about Cheryl.  She stood in her corner, feeling woefully
inadequate.  After a minute or two, the big blonde deigned to notice her
opponent.
"Ready to get your ass kicked, again?" Honey asked her adversary.
"I was drunk last time." Cheryl replied, "This time it won't be so
easy!"
Honey gave a deep, throaty laugh.  "I'm gonna strip you bare-ass
naked," she said, "then I'm gonna hurt and humiliate you so bad, you
won't dare look at Tom again."
Cheryl was visibly shaken by this prediction.  Their last confrontation
still haunted her memory.   With a toss of her luxuriant golden tresses,
and a contemptuous smile, Honey strode to her corner.
Kirsen made the introductions; "In this corner, wearing silver,
standing 5' 6", weighing 112 pounds, and with a perfect figure of
38DD-26-38 - Cheryl Lusk!  And in this corner, in gold, weighing 120
pounds, standing 5' 9", with measurements 40F-27-38 - the luscious Honey
Sweeney!
This will be a no holds barred wrestling match.  The rules will be
Texan.  After a wrestler is pinned to a three count,  she will have ten
seconds to get to her feet.  If she fails to stand, or admits defeat,
her opponent is the winner."

The bell rang.  The two girls emerged from their corners, and began to
circle each other.  Suddenly, Honey pounced on her rival.  Taking
Cheryl's hair in both hands, the bombshell threw the brunette to the
mat.  Cheryl was on her feet in an instant.  The blonde grabbed her
antagonist around the chest, again flinging her to the canvas.  Cheryl
was a half a second slower rising.  Honey used a hip toss.  A look of
frustration started to bloom on Cheryl's lovely face.  As soon as she
stood up, Honey would dump her to the ring floor.  Each time she would
get back up, it would take a bit longer.
Cheryl got to her knees, Honey hovering over her.  The brunette
unloaded a punch to her opponent's middle,  Honey, taken completely by
surprise, doubled over and went to her knees.  Cheryl took her sweet
time standing.  The blonde bombshell was rocking back and forth on her
knees, her arms covering her stomach.
Cheryl took a handful of blonde locks, and brought her knee into
Honey's face.  The busty beauty went onto her back, knocked colder than
a sleeping penguin.
Cheryl laid herself across her voluptuous rival's body.  Kirsen counted
to three.  Cheryl rose to her feet.  The ref began to count to ten.
Honey was standing when he reached seven.
Cheryl laughed at the stunned blonde.  "See?" she said, "I told you it
wouldn't be so easy."
Without another word, the brunette began firing punches to her rival's
tits and tummy, driving Honey into the ropes.  For a moment, the
bombshell appeared helpless, laying back over the riggings as her
adversary pummeled her lush body.  There was a loud smack as Honey
landed a slap on Cheryl's ear.  The brunette grimaced, and stepped
back.  The blonde bombshell seized her foe around the waist, and took
her to the mat. 
Honey landed atop her rival.  Cheryl was still a moment, the breath
knocked out of her momentarily.  Soon, she had rolled Honey over.  The
blonde muscled the smaller girl onto her back, again.  The two girls
turned over and over.  They tightened their hold on each other.  To the
crowd, they were a jumble of arms, legs, boobs, and hair.
The contest became intimate.  Breasts rubbed against breasts.  Legs
entangled legs.  Honey managed to untie Cheryl's top, stripping it from
the brunette's beautiful frame.  Soon, Cheryl began to tire.  It was
clear that Honey was the stronger of the two.  She stretched her rival
in the middle of the ring, flattening the  dark haired girl to the mat.
Kirsen counted to three.  Honey dismounted her opponent, and Kirsen
started the ten count.  Cheryl was up at five.
Honey waved Cheryl's top in front of her, exhibiting it to her rival
and the crowd.  The  dark haired beauty crossed arms across her chest,
her face red with embarrassment.
"Why are you hiding those little things?" Honey asked derisively,
"They're not much to look at."
The uninhibited blonde took her own top off.   The crowd shouted its
approval.   Cheryl's breasts were perfect, but they could not match the
magnificence of Honey's pair.
"Now these are real tits!" the big blonde bombshell boasted.  Cheryl
was near tears.  She saw Tom looking at her rival with admiration and
desire.  He seemed to have forgotten the very existence of the  dark
haired girl.
Suddenly, the brunette lashed out.  She punched the flaxen haired
strumpet in her left boob, following it up with a thump to her right.  A
left hook to the jaw left the blonde seeing stars.  The dusky tressed
lovely rammed a knee into her adversary's soft stomach.  Honey's eyes
widened with shock.  Her hands went protectively to her belly.  This
gave the dark beauty a chance for an upper-cut through Honey's breasts.
It was a thing of beauty, leaving Honey flat on her back for the second
time in the fight.
  Cheryl splashed down on her rival.  Kirsen started the three count,
but the big blonde was able to throw off her lighter opponent at two. 
Honey got groggily to her knees, when Cheryl snapped a side headlock on
the big girl.  Once again, the blonde was forced onto her back.  She was
able to keep one shoulder off the mat.  She got a purchase on Cheryl's
chin, pushing her away, and escaping the hold.
Cheryl grasped Honey's wrist, pulling her off balance.  The  dark
haired girl put the blonde on her stomach.  Both boobs oozed out the
sides.  Holding on to Honey's wrist with both hands Cheryl stomped the
left tit.  Honey screamed.
The dusky coquette seized Honey's other wrist, putting her foot
squarely between the blonde girl's shoulder blades.  She ground Honey's
giant jugs into the canvas.
"Give up!" Cheryl demanded.
Honey was looking straight at Tom, who was sitting at ringside.  She
still wanted him.  She shook her head vigorously, refusing to submit.
Cheryl's hands were slippery with perspiration.  The blonde was able to
slip her wrists from her rival's grip.  Her arms thudded loudly to the
mat.  Cheryl kicked her onto her back.  Honey was stomped on her breasts
and stomach.
The  dark haired beauty splashed onto her foe.  At the last moment,
Honey raised her knees to her chest, catching Cheryl on her tits and
belly.
The dark enchantress suddenly found herself writhing in agony on her
back.  Honey got to her knees, and crawled over to where the brunette
was lying. She compressed her rival into a small package.  Putting one
arm around the brunette's neck, and the other arm holding one of the
brown haired girl's shapely legs, Honey clasped her hands together.
Cheryl was completely immobile.  She strained against the hold, but
could not move.
Honey rolled Cheryl onto her back, and laid her splendid body on top of
her rival's.  Cheryl just lay there, crushed by the heavier woman.
Kirsen counted to three,  but when Honey rose, she hauled the brown
haired girl to her feet by her hair.  Cheryl offered no resistance as
she was flung into the ropes.  As she bounced off them, she received a
knee to the lower stomach.  The brunette made a retching sound.
Honey wrapped her arms around the dark beauty's slim waist.  The blonde
squeezed with all her might.  Cheryl's ribs felt as if they were about
to crack. She could not catch her breath.
  Honey laughed, "Tom will be in my arms tonight, too." 
Tears slid down Cheryl's cheeks.  She knew she was losing the fight,
and losing Tom for good.  She passed out with Honey's laughter in her
ears.
When she came to, she heard the audience  laughing.  Her arms were
draped over the top rope.  She was hanging there like someone's
laundry.  Honey was standing in front of her, smiling.  The blonde was
holding silver bikini briefs.  Cheryl looked down.  To her horror, she
saw that she had been completely stripped.  The crowd hooted with
delight.  Cheryl was utterly humiliated, unclad before dozens of
leering, drunken men.
"I told you what I was gonna do to you, didn't I?" Honey said.  She
rammed her knee into Cheryl's exposed pussy.  Cheryl screamed, and
dropped to the mat.
Honey kicked her victim over on her back.  She sat on the prostrate
girl's stomach, and began pummeling the poor brunette.  She slapped
Cheryl's face, and punched her boobs.  The  dark haired beauty was
defenseless.   The blonde kissed the defeated girl on the lips.
"I'll kiss Tom good-bye for you." the bombshell told Cheryl.  The
brunette's sobs could be heard all over the club.
The sobs were muffled when Honey covered Cheryl's tear-stained face
with her magnificent bosom.   The  dark haired enchantress's legs
kicked, then were still.  Kirsen counted to three, then to ten.  Cheryl
did not move.
Honey looked down. Cheryl lay at her feet, naked and beaten.  The
brunette's body was no match for her rival's. The big blonde bombshell
raised her arms in victory.  Tom climbed into the ring to embrace the
winner.
. Honey whispered into her lover's ear. "I love it when you watch me
wrestle, even more than when I watch you wrestle.  Pick any girl you
want, and I'll fight her for you.  Now, come shower with me.  That loser
sweated on me."