Sands Storm
By wolfboy

The pro wrestler Shelly Sands is out for revenge on Debbie.
It was the start of December before my services were required again to second Debbie, this time in a re-match with the big, blonde, beautiful professional wrestler Shelly Sands. Shelly had challenged Debbie to a rematch to be held in a small theatre after a pro wrestling show had finished. Shelly had got the promoter to agree to leaving the ring up for the night for her to use and had persuaded the building’s caretaker to let her lock up for the night. Shelly wanted this set up as she felt it would help her with her pro wrestling experience. We were due to arrive at 11PM with the match due to start half an hour later.
By the time we arrived, Shelly had made a few changes to the ring, swapping the thick pro wrestling padding on the corner posts for something a little thinner, and also laying a matted area outside the ring, covering roughly 6 feet from the ring. It was clear from what Debbie had told me that Shelly wanted the match to be as extreme as possible, felling that her size and strength would see her through. A referee was also in attendance and would again act as Shelly’s second if needed. There were also no changing areas, so the two combatants simply stripped off at ring side to put on their fight outfits.
With everyone ready, I took a seat in the front row after wishing Debbie luck, and the referee, Diane, called both ladies to the centre of the ring. ‘OK ladies, for this match I am seconding Miss Sands, Steve will second Ms McArthur. The rules for the match have been set by Shelly and are as follows. There will be no time limit in the match, and there are no holds barred, so anything goes. You can only win the match by forcing your opponent to quit the match. After a submission, you have a choice of maintaining the same hold, breaking and applying another hold, or breaking fully in which case there is a one minute break. You may quit the contest at any time. Shelly has requested that I don’t stop the match unless it’s clearly necessary, and I know you’ve agreed to that Debbie?’ Diane asked as Debbie nodded.
‘OK then, introductions’ Diane continued ‘’On my left wearing a white, strapless stretch mesh jumpsuit with white wrestling boots is Shelly Sands. Shelly is 30 years old, 5 feet 10 inches and weighs 167lbs. Her measurements are 40DD-25-37, and her record is 11 wins and 4 defeats. On my right, wearing a black bikini top and booty shorts with suspenders is Debbie McArthur. Debbie is 38 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall and weight 146lbs. Her measurements are 36C-26-36 and she has a record of 15 wins and 5 defeats. OK ladies, I intend to let you get on with this so I will keep out of the way as much as possible. If you’re ready, let’s fight’
The two women came out of their corners a little warily. Shelly had already tasted defeat at the hands of Debbie, while Debbie knew that the blonde was out for some sort of revenge tonight. It was Shelly who struck first, with a single leg takedown followed by some kicks to Debbie’s hamstring. Then Shelly applied a single toe-hold, twisting Debbie’s foot before Debbie was able to kick Shelly off as she tried to turn it in to a spinning toe-hold. Shelly was right back on to Debbie’s legs though, trapping her in a figure four leg lock face down on the mat. Again though, Debbie was able to kick her away after rolling on to her back.
As the two women came back together, Debbie grabbed a side headlock, flipping Shelly to the mat where she looked to bridge up to work the headlock. Shelly was ready though, and with a handful of hair, she roughly pulled Debbie into a side head scissor, squeezing hard with her powerful thighs. Debbie bridged to try and escape from the pressure only to find Shelly’s fist thudding into her stomach. Quickly, she tried to bridge again, but Shelly’s fist hit home again and she was forced back down to the mat. Shelly cruelly raked her nails down Debbie’s stomach and then as Debbie bridged again, she punched the brunette hard in the stomach. It was clear that Debbie needed to find an alternative to bridging, and she was able to do that, turning in to the hold, before forcing Shelly’s thighs apart by kneeling on her feet. Still, Shelly was able to catch her with a forearm to the chest, knocking Debbie to the mat.
Shelly was straight back on to the attack, grabbing Debbie’s hair to force her head between her knees, before jumping, the impact of her landing stunning Debbie. A kick to the chest of the fallen brunette followed before Shelly grabbed her hair to lift her from the mat. A hair-mare followed, and with Debbie down, Shelly knelt beside her and started choking her before changing position to stand on Debbie’s long hair, pulling on Debbie’s arms to add to the pain. Debbie bridged up again, presenting her stomach as a target to the blonde who bided her time before delivering a stomp to her stomach before releasing the hold.
Continuing her onslaught, Shelly delivered a knee to Debbie’s side as she rose, and then a stomp to the middle of her back. The brunette still had plenty of fight though as she kicked Shelly away as she moved in and both women rolled clear to their feet. With the match a little over 5 minutes old, I was hoping that Debbie could clear her head and get back into the match. Wisely, she looked to keep Shelly at distance for the next couple of minutes, exchanging body punches before the blonde managed to get behind her and trap her in a waist lock. Shelly wrestled Debbie down to the mat where she was able to wrap her in a rear body scissor before delivering a butt bounce, Debbie’s arse slapping hard off the canvas. The scissor was released though, and on their next lock up, Debbie was able to trap Shelly in a front headlock, finally getting an element of control as she worked the blonde down to the mat.
It was a short lived position of strength though as Shelly was able to reverse the head lock in to a hammer lock before bringing Debbie back to her feet and shooting her into the ropes. A kick to the stomach followed by a forearm smash to the chest knocked Debbie down near the ropes where Shelly was quick to catch her in a choke, kneeling with her shin across Debbie’s throat. It wasn’t a hugely effective move, but Shelly kept Debbie pinned under her leg for about a minute before bringing her back to her feet and delivering a kick to the pit of the stomach which dropped Debbie to her knees where Shelly applied a pressure points hold.
From the previous matches, I knew that Shelly would be using this as a chance to dig her nails in to Debbie’s shoulders, and the pain was evident in her cries. Still, she fought back to her feet before another stomach kick dropped her back to the mat. Again Debbie fought back to her feet, and with a few well placed stomach punches, she was able to force Shelly off her. Debbie looked to deliver a corner posting, but Shelly reversed it and the brunette found herself whipped hard in to the corner post.
Debbie staggered forward from the impact, straight into a big body slam from the white suited blonde who was growing in confidence, following up with a knee to the Debbie’s back as she was on the mat. A handful of hair brought Debbie back to her feet where her anguished cry of ‘Fuck, noo!’ coincided with Shelly delivering a second body slam before applying a single leg boston crab. Shelly arched back, applying pressure to Debbie’s tortured back, before adding a crotch claw which drew the first submission from Debbie after 11 minutes.
To my surprise, Shelly broke the hold saying ‘You can take a break after that bitch, but that’s your only chance!’ and so the referee ordered a one minute break in which I tried to work on Debbie, who was clearly pained from her first round beating. I’d barely been able to offer any advice or encouragement before the referee ordered the match to continue.
Debbie at least started the next session well, forcing Shelly back to the ropes with a solid uppercut to her chest which freed her tits from her strapless suit, and a couple of body punches before Shelly pushed her away. Again, Debbie pushed Shelly back with body punches, and then in the corner she got what looked to be a good grip on Shelly’s long blonde hair, but the blonde wrestler cleverly tripped her and followed Debbie down to the mat to catch her in a pin, the two women struggling to get position.
Debbie was able to scissor one of Shelly’s legs, preventing her from getting a full pin on the brunette who in turn found one of her arms trapped under Shelly as the blonde manoeuvred her into a part cross pin with her free left arm catching Debbie in a reverse headlock. Shelly shifted slightly, turning her back towards Debbie, stopping the brunette from doing any serious damage, and began to attack Debbie’s body with 4 body punches while Debbie clawed at her arse without effect. Then Shelly worked her hand inside Debbie’s bra to claw at her right breast. Debbie punched Shelly in the back, and the big blonde responded with another series of body punches before launching some stinging slaps into Debbie’s thighs.
Debbie went back to clawing away at Shelly’s butt, but the blonde was really getting into her stride now, first clawing Debbie’s right breast, and then driving home another flurry of body punches each one bringing a little whimper of pain from Debbie. As Debbie shifted her legs to try and protect her belly, Shelly simply switched tactics and slapped her thighs hard several times until she was able to free her leg from the scissor hold. Now, Shelly was able to apply the cross pin properly, still with her back to Debbie who now pulled at the blonde’s long hair as Shelly responded by clawing her crotch, causing another groan of exasperation.
After 30 or 40 seconds, Shelly released her claw hold, before firing in another stomach punch and then partly removing Debbie’s bra. Debbie fired back with a couple of punches which bounced off Shelly’s arse, while the blonde moved to straddle Debbie, pinning her arms as Shelly pulled her hair fiercely. ‘You’re my bitch now’ Shelly told Debbie before pinning her arms above her head and clawing her right breast again. Debbie swung her legs up to try and dislodge Shelly, only succeeding in trapping herself in a folding pin as the blonde caught her legs.
It was clear to me that my fighter was in big trouble now, even as Shelly released her legs, as it only lead to the blonde into a seemingly endless series of slaps to Debbie’s already sore breasts. Then, shifting quickly, Shelly caught Debbie in a perfect grapevine / breast smother combination. Debbie tried to fight her way out, clawing at Shelly’s arse again, but it was to no avail, and she soon let out a muffled cry of submission. Shelly lifted her breasts from Debbie’s face as she asked her ‘Do you submit the match?’
‘No’ was Debbie’s curt reply as Shelly plunged her back in to the breast smother saying ‘Fine by me bitch!’ Debbie was back in deep trouble as I urged her to fight her way out from under the heavier blonde who had her trapped perfectly and was happy to bide her time, picking her spots to slap at Debbie’s body while slowly smothering her. Debbie meanwhile kept slapping away at Shelly, but while she would land the odd good blow, her slaps lacked power fighting from underneath the big blonde.
Having worked the smother for over a minute, Shelly moved up to pin Debbie by sitting on her tits, bouncing up and down on her bruised breasts. A stomach claw followed as Shelly reached back to apply the hold, pushing her middle finger into Debbie’s belly button. Debbie gasped with pain as Shelly asked her ‘how do you like that one bitch?’. The answer was clear that Debbie didn’t like the move much at all as she submitted for a third time. Again though, she stubbornly refused to give the match, so Shelly simply remained in her pinning position contemplating her next move which was to move and catch Debbie in a face pin.
Shelly quickly tore away the remainder of Debbie’s top, and then with Debbie’s hands pinned, she was straight back in to clawing at Debbie’s breasts. Her fingers kneaded the soft flesh of Debbie’s tits, while nails worked feverishly around her nipples leading to more cries of pain from the pinned brunette. ‘You could submit of course’ Shelly told her. ‘Fuck off bitch’ Debbie spat back, which earned her a couple more stomach punches from the blonde before she went back to the breast attacks again.
Debbie’s shrieks of pain as Shelly tore at her body were muffled by the blonde’s shapely butt which was placed firmly on her face pinning her to the mat. Momentary respite came for Debbie as Shelly took the time to slide the shoulder straps off Debbie’s booty shorts before sliding them off Debbie to expose her crotch. Then Shelly was back to a stomach claw which again had Debbie tapping the mat in a mixture of pain and frustration to go 4-0 behind in the match. Still she refused to submit the whole match as Shelly switched to a tight reverse head scissor, squeezing Debbie’s head between her thighs. Her left hand kept a tight grip on Debbie’s left breast, while she used her right hand to apply a crotch claw, again drawing a quick submission from Debbie who was clearly a spent force now having been on the receiving end throughout. ‘The match Debbie’ Shelly called ‘ Come on you stubborn bitch, give me the match!’
‘I submit’ Debbie admitted.
‘Submit what?’ Shelly demanded maintaining her head scissor.
‘The match Shelly’ Debbie replied ‘You’ve beaten me, I submit the match.’
Shelly rose off Debbie who lay in the centre of the ring for a couple of minutes with me tending to her bruised body before she made her way out of the ring. She changed silently, and we left quickly to get in my car for the journey home. On the way back, she turned to me and quietly said ‘thanks for not stepping in Steve. I know I asked you not too, but I wondered how you’d cope if it came to it. At least we settled the match properly, so thanks’
‘It’s OK’ I said ‘I was really worried though, I was quite tempted to throw in the towel for you. I figured it wasn’t like you couldn’t move to submit though, so I thought you were probably just about OK?’
‘Just about’ she agreed ‘I think if it had been Emma on the receiving end of that, I’d have wanted you to stop it though. At least for her first couple of matches, and only if she’s getting beaten on. After she’s fought a few, she should know when she’s had enough’
‘I’ll make sure of that’ I agreed ‘Now how are you going to cope with the pain? Do you need me to get you anything on the way back?’
‘No, I’ll be fine Steve really’ she laughed, ‘Couple of glasses of wine will work wonders on this!’