Family Night Raw by Stone

[This is a fantasy story that works if you imagine it as a mixture of
pro-style and family fighting.  If this story passes inspection maybe there
will be more.  I doubt I'm original but at least I'm Jazzy!]

"Welcome to Family Night Raw, I'm your host Joshua 'Don't call me "Pretty
boy"' Steiner.  No it is not true that my uncle happens to be a dog faced
gremlin but if you get that reference than lets completely ignore my last
comment and go to the ring.
"In the red corner, wearing a very revealing black one piece swimsuit, my
mother, Regina!  For those of you without eyes in your sockets, my mother is
a beautiful curly blonde with a threatening jaw line and perfect knockers. 
I don't know why the thought of her big breasts bouncing out of her suit
excites me but lets ignore that anyway.  She measures at 5'6" claims to
weigh 122 lbs. but given that the size of the bra that I found in the
laundry basket says 40DD I'd say she's around a buck forty.
"Now that she's giving me evil glares I'll now glance at her oppnent...my
father!  Yes these two can't settle their disputes in the bedroom so they're
bringing it to my ring.  Dad has chosen to not wax his chest for once in his
sissy life but let's see if it'll cost him.  I see he's sporting his
Mario-style mustache so it's no surprise that his ringname tonight happens
to be The Blue Subby!  Yes he's garbed in only a tiny blue speedo that I'm
happy to say doesn't excite me in the least.
"Uh-oh now my sister is joining me in the commentary booth..."
"Booth, what are you talkin' about, this is the empty box the TV came in you
dork!"
Ladies and gentlemidgets, let me welcome my bratty little sister Casey.  Yes
she likes to swing a bat but she prefers to take it in the back and as you
can see--or can't see since I probably haven't hooked up the video camera
right--she's got a mouth on her to match her dynamo figure.  She's probably
the second sexiest thing in the room not withstanding my father's tiny blue
speedos."
"You really are a perv you know, 'Pretty Boy.'"
"That's purely speculation but for now let's go to the ring since either my
concussion just kicked in or I think I heard a bell."
"It was your concussion cuz I didn't hear shit but let's watch dad get his
balls busted...again."
"That's right she is not lying, this is not the first time my mother and
father have gone head to head, toe to toe, eyebrow to eyebrow, but let's
just say for the record that my father has a standing record of 0 and 8."
"And that's not counting those four times she punked him out in the kitchen
before breakfast."
"Listen your job is not to talk about the before, lets focus on the now
because our parents have already started wrestling.  You see...while you've
been yackin' it up, mom's already got dad in a headlock and is parading him
around the ring, slapping him harder than...than..."
"Than when I catch you digging through my underwear drawer!"
"That's speculation, I told you I was looking for, uh, the remote control."
"I saw you, your 'remote control' was in your hand!"
"Now look, Dad's countered.  He's got mom in a hammerlock and has her up
against the ropes right in front of us."
"What's he doing with his other hand, Josh?"
"I think he's signaling about...OH YEA! Bring out the puppies ladies and
germs because my mom just gave me wood."
"You're disgusting."
"Mom's titties are more than you could ever wish for you bra stuffing
harlot.  Anyway, look how gorgeous they are.  Look at the size of those
areolas."
"Kick him in the balls, mom!"
"That's how she wins every match, I swear I wanna see mom versus dad in a
match where cups are involved!"
"We have a couple of thimbles he could fill out."
"I'm sure you could fill them out yourself there, I've seen more curves on
the number seven!"
"You'll be seeing stars if you keep talkin' about my tits, now watch the
match 'cuz i know mom's about to counter."
"Sure enough my sister can't pass a math class without spreading her legs
but she can call a match like a pro because mom just mule kicked my father
and he's on the mat, cryin' like a puss."
"Speakin' of puss, that's what mom's about to give him.  Go mom!"
"Once again you are correct Casey, mom is completely...stripping...uhh."
"Stop drooling toad-boy--"
"That's pretty boy!"
"Ha ha, made ya say it."
"Dammit I was distracted by my mom's massive, ungroomed bush as she strips
off the tight swimsuit, runs to the rope and splashes onto my father who is
defenseless."
"He's about to be knocked senseless because mom's straddling him now and you
know what's next."
"Yes unfortunately my father is now 0 for 9 because once he's under my
mother's wet cunt and ass he never gets up."
"Oh he's up alright."
"Yes it appears my father has wood once again confirming my theory that he
is nothing but a subby bitch and should just get in the kitchen because he's
less of a man than my sister here...as hard as that is."
"Oh it's hard."
"Will you stop staring at dad's cock!  I swear if I catch you two having
another 'sparring match' in his bedroom I'll book the three of you in a
triple threat match with mom."
"Mmmm."
"I knew you were a lezzy too, oh wait till I tell mom!"
"Well dad's still twitchin' but I think it's over.  Yep he just came, it's
over."
"Thankfully mom left his faggoty blue speedos on so I won't have to bleach
the mat anymore.  I swear if you ever brought a black light down here it
would be hard to find a dark spot."
"Kinda like on your bed."
"Kinda like in your hair if you ask me."
"Well nobody is."
"That's it for now ladies and personalities, from the Sissy Dome, I bid you
good night and come back next time when I'm sure my sister will be the one
taking the pounding."