Enough 1
By Jaytee71124

There comes a point where enough is enough. I was lying in the hospital again, beaten up and abused and humiliated. I had won my match in a no holds barred contest with no submissions allowed, last person standing wins. I had Cheryl down and out on the mat when one of the clan or group came sliding in the ring while I had my hand raised in victory. It was Alice; she used to be Cheryl’s tag team partner. I didn’t see her coming until I felt her fists slam into my upper back driving me into the mat. I went to get up and the bitch kicked me once in the kidney and then again in the solar plexus driving the wind out of me.

Fuck I wanted to get up and kick her slimy cunt but I couldn’t get any air fast enough. I’d just get my wind and the bitch would boot me in the guts. God I hated being double teamed all the time and going through this shit. Here we go again, Cheryl’s up and ready to go again and I’m down getting booted, fuck that pisses me off.

Alice whipped me into the ropes and Cheryl was waiting as I rebounded off the ropes right into her knee, doing a somersault in the air and landing on my ass, all the air driven out of me.

That cunt Alice grabbed me by the hair and bent me over backwards over the ropes and Cheryl hauled the top rope over my shoulders trapping me in the ropes. Now I’m fucked, trapped and not a damn thing I can do about it.

The crowd was booing and throwing stuff at us in the ring, don’t help me you dumb fucks. Alice grabbed my foot and stretched it out and tied it down in the ropes, and then the bitch tied my other foot in the ropes as far as it would go. I let my head hang down and prayed these two sadistic cunts wouldn’t do me any permanent damage.

I didn’t see the first boot but my pussy exploded in pain, radiating out from between my legs. My eyes closed and I heard myself screaming. Fuck that hurt, here we go again. Alice and Cheryl were taking turns booting me in the cunt and eventually I passed out. I woke up in the hospital hurting everywhere. When I woke up the nurse saw me and she called the doctor right away.

A grizzled old codger came in and the nurse backed up and stood nearby as the doctor looked at my charts. He looked up at me and said, “You got double-teamed again, didn’t you?”

I nodded my head.

“Well lets’ go over the damage shall we. Your nose is broken again; you have a minor concussion, no big deal there. Both your boobs are badly bruised but your implants are ok and haven’t moved so you’ll be OK in a while there. Your knees are bruised and swollen but no ligament or tendon damage. Your vagina is a different story. You have severe internal damage, your ovaries are bruised, the inner walls of your, pussy are severely scratched and gouged but that will heal in time, you pubic bone is bruised and cracked but that also will heal in time. Your clit was chewed up pretty bad but we were able to reattach it and over time, it will heal just like new. You lucked out this time, no permanent damage but not from a lack of trying. If they had any knowledge of anatomy they could have easily killed you, let alone maim you.”

“I mumbled, “Thank you Doc.”

“You’re welcome dear, but now the bad news, you’re going to be out of the ring for at least six months. The cracked pubic bone will take time to heal.”

Shit there goes my savings again. When you can’t fight you can’t make any money. Shit, shit,shit!

“Thanks Doc, how long do I have to stay here before I can go home?”

The Doc replied, “I’ll let you go with good behavior in 3 maybe 4 days.”

I looked at him and nodded, “Hey Doc before you leave tonight can you swing back, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Sure, I’m off at midnight, I’ll swing by then.”

I was curious about what he meant when he said that it they knew anything about anatomy they could have easily killed me or maimed me.

Midnight arrived and the Doc showed up. “What can I do you for hun?”

“You said those double-teaming cunt’s could have easily killed me if they knew anatomy. Could you show me and explain what you mean.”

The Doc smiled, “I had a hunch that’s what you were going to ask me. Let me show you what I mean.”

He sat up the bed so I could sit up and see. Then he bought out his laptop and fired it up. Next he loaded a DVD of my last fight and I watched the fight unfold. I had fought a smart fight and I would say my best fight ever making very few mistakes and then the bitch Alice slid in the ring. I watched as the beat down began, the Doc stopped the video,

“This is where they went after your knees, they were trying to cripple you but they went at it all wrong. See how they doth were kicking your knees straight on. You’ll never break someone’s knee that way, the kneecap is designed to absorb the energy and keep the knee intact, however if you attack the knee from the side it’s easy to tear ligaments and tendons. That’s why you see a lot of football players and hockey players with these kinds of injuries, that’s because they get hit from the side all the time.”

Fuck I wanted to get even with those two bitches so bad.

“What else can you show me or tell me that would help?”

“Dear, there is so much I could teach you. I don’t know why nobody ever asked me before? Here’s what I propose, I’ll stop by ever night at midnight and I’ll give you a lesson in anatomy. When you are released and I send you home, I’ll come to your place and continue teaching you.”

“Doc, you’ve got a deal.”

The next night he showed me about the bundle of nerves under the arm buried in the armpit. Then he reached under my armpit and poked with his finger and I involuntarily screamed as my shoulder exploded in pain and then my arm went numb, completely paralyzed.

Doc said, “Don’t worry, the feeling in your arm will come back eventually. What could you do to someone if they were in your current situation with their arm paralyzed?”

‘Simple, it’s match over.”

“Agreed, now what if both their arms were paralyzed?”

I replied, “Definitely game over.”

“What if you wanted to take them out longer, maybe end their career?”

“I’m listening, I’m definitely interested.”

Doc pulled out a skeleton of the shoulder. “The shoulder is the most intricate and complex joint in the body. The shoulder is one of the most fragile joints in the body. Because of the range of motion we have in the shoulder it means the shoulder is very easy to dislocate. You see how we have all kinds of muscle supporting it from behind. It’s virtually impossible to damage the shoulder by hitting it from the front or from the back but what would happen if you hit it from the back to the front say by ramming you knee into the shoulder in the armpit forcing the arm forward.?”

I said, “Holy shit that would hurt, would the shoulder be damaged?”

“Let’s look and see. What is holding the shoulder together from the front? Not a lot as you can see, you have a bit of muscle draped over the front connecting the pec to your shoulder. Under that you have some tendons and ligaments. The ball socket for your shoulder has a very thin socket lip that the shoulder sits in. if you knock the shoulder out of the socket you have a dislocated shoulder. It’s very painful and your arm is useless for quite a while.”

“A good kick with your foot or your knee into the armpit will do it. A good punch in the armpit will so it too.”

“Thanks Doc. See you tomorrow?”

“Yep”

I lay back on my hospital bed contemplating what I had learned in the past two days. Why didn’t I know this earlier? It was probably because I never asked.

The next night the Doc showed up again with his laptop. He asked, “What would happen if you broke someone’s arm in the ring?”

I chuckled “Game over.”

“Exactly, how would you break it?
I shrugged.

“If you pull their arm over your shoulder hand up and then yank their hand down, what do you think would happen?’

“Their elbow would dislocate or their arm would break or both.”

“How would that affect the outcome of a match?” the Doc asked.
“Game over”, I replied.

“Now when you hit someone, the more pounds per square inch you can exert, the more damage you can create. If you hit someone with the point of you elbow, how much pressure can you exert? How will this affect the outcome of the fight?”

I nodded.

“Now let’s look at the ankle, if you can take it out your opponent can’t stand and like you so often say, it’s game over. But what if you take out either ankles or both knees or even both shoulders, what kind of advantage would you have? Very often if not almost always a wrestler will only pick one limb and destroy it rather than pick two and destroy them both. Why I don’t understand.”

The Doc continued, “The ankle is just like the rest of the joints, it is not designed to bend sideways. If you bend it sideways bones break, ligaments snap tendons tear. Also on the back of the ankle is the Achilles tendon which connects the calf to the ankle. Snap that tendon or bruise it and your opponent is crippled. Then it’s like you say all the time, Game over.”

“That’s all for tonight dear. Tomorrow we’ll look at the heart.” The Doc exited the room and the door slowly closed.

I’m thinking, the heart, what the hell.

Its midnight and I’m wide awake waiting for the Doc to show up. All day long I’ve been thinking about the heart.

There’s a tapping on the door and the Doc enters.

“He pulls out his laptop and as it’s booting up he asks, “So have you been thinking about the heart all day?”

“I have,” and I shrugged my shoulders.

The Doc nodded, “Very few people know or use what I like to call the heart punch.”

He raised my shirt and felt the middle of my chest between and below my boobs. Right below the bottom of my sternum where the bone ends I could feel him press lightly. Even lightly it hurt. He poked harder with a short jab.

I gasped, son of a bitch that hurt. The Doc smiled and said, “What would that feel like if you hit someone as hard as you could?”

I nodded with tears in my eyes.

“Now just above that is you sternum and if you hit someone hard enough there you could in theory stop their heart, possibly killing them if the heart doesn’t kick back in. Normally the heart stops and then restarts after a few seconds.”

“Also your heart is off to one side, and if you hit someone hard in that area you can in theory stop your opponent’s heart.”

“That’s all for tonight. Tomorrow I’m going to release you and send you home. Tomorrow night I’m going to continue your lessons at your home and I’m going to introduce you to your future coach.”

“Don’t I get any say in this?”

Doc smiled and said, “I think you want this as much as I do. I’m tired of patching you up after every bout and I’m tired of worrying about whether or not you’re going to survive the next beating. It’s time for things to change. Don’t you agree?”

I nodded in agreement.

The next morning I was driven to my place by the hospital’s shuttle bus.

Late that night I had with the help of my neighbor Sally put together a salad platter with dips and peppers, and all kinds of veggies. I had a dozen bottles of beer, soda pop, iced tea and water in the fridge. I wanted to make them feel welcome.

Sally was like an angel watching over me. She knew what I did for a living and she had nursed me back to health many times already. The last beating I had received made her furious but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was heavy and out of shape, she had never fought in her life and she didn’t have that killer instinct. She was too kind to ever survive in the wrestling business.

When she heard I was coming home she was waiting for me when I arrived home. She helped me inside and she made me comfortable and then she got us both a tall iced tea.

She asked me about my stay in the hospital, who did I get for a doctor, what was the prognosis, when was I going back to wrestling?

I answered all her questions and then I told her about the lessons the Doctor had given me and I told her about the Doc and my future trainer were coming tonight to continue my lessons. Sally asked if she could stay and sit in tonight.”

I figured why not, so I said, “Sure.”

O.K. Sally made the salad platter while I dozed off in my lazy boy.

As well as the veggie platter Sally put together a shrimp ring, a big bowl of chips, a platter of cheese slices, boiled eggs, crackers, pickles and much more.

Right on the dot the doorbell rang at midnight. I opened the door and let Doc and a regular looking fellow in. Doc turned and said, “Kelly, I’d light you to meet Tom Dayson. Tom is going to train you and be your coach for the next year. He’s doing this as a favor for me. We are going to get you ready for a new life in wrestling sometime this time next year.”

I quickly introduced Doc and Tom to my neighbor Sally. Sally immediately took a shine to Doc.

We all went to the living room and sat down. Sally began bringing out the platters and drinks and chips and all the other stuff she prepared.

I asked Tom, “What do you do for a living that you can take time off for a whole year?”

Tom replied, “I’m a special agent with the FBI and I may have a proposal for you.”

“Really what is it?”

“I’ll let you know in good time.”

The doc said, “Let’s review what we covered so far.”

He went through what I had already learned. Sally said when we got to the sternum and heart punch, “No way.”

Tom asked Sally, “Would you like to see?”

Sally nodded, the doc stood in front of her and quickly he hit her in the sternum and she hardly flinched. Sally backed up and rubbed between her tits and below. Next doc hit her again just below the breast bone high in her guts. She made a funny Wooooooooof noise as the air left her body. She leaned forward, her hands on her knees. A couple of deep breaths and she stood up. The doc was impressed. “You’re fought before haven’t you?”

“Nope, I ‘m just a big fan of wrestling and I like to go to the gym and intimidate the young uns.”

I spouted, “Sally, intimidate them, how?”

Sally took her frumpy old sweater off and then she pulled her blouse off and under it she had on a tight t-shirt. I looked at her and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Her shoulders were massive, like huge cantaloupes. Her arms were huge and ripped. Her chest was thick and wide as well as her back, she looked amazing.

I could imagine how she would intimidate the young uns. She spoke, “I can bench 330 lbs., squat 550 lbs. and deadlift 550 to 575 lbs. and I weigh in at 215.”

When I said she was heavy I didn’t realize how heavy she was. I also said earlier that she was out of shape, well I was dead wrong. Boy was I wrong.

Tom and Doc looked at Sally with respect and admiration. Sally sat down, “Please let’s continue on the lessons, I find this fascinating.”

Doc continued and when he was finished he said, “For now that’s all we can do because you’re in no shape to train in the ring. That’ll wait but what we can do is help you with your rehab and put some muscle on you. Right now you weigh about 125lbs. and you’re 5ft. what 6 inches?”

I nodded, “I’m 5 ft. 6inches and 128lbs.”

Doc laughed, “125 or 128, big deal. What I’d like to do is get you up to around 200lbs with a body fat of maybe 10% or 15%.”

“Tom was going to train you on diet and exercise but I think Sally is more than qualified for that. That will free up Tom for advanced strategy and various fighting styles.”

Doc continued, “What we’re going to do now is go over some of your matches and point out what you did right and what you did wrong and what you could have done but missed.”

He slid a disc in my computer and clicked on start. It was the match from just recently that put me in the hospital again. We watched it all the way up to where I was getting my hand raised in victory. Doc stopped the video.

“You did well up to here and then you got blindsided. This has happened several times before and you keep getting blindsided. What you have to realize the fight is not over until you’re out of the building, in your car and on your way home. Now, what could you have done differently at this point?”

Those bitched always came down the ramp behind my back. I was always facing away from the ramp. Stupid me, I should have been facing the ramp all the time.”

“I should have been watching the ramp while getting my hand raised.”

Tom said, “Good but not entirely correct. Can they come from out of the crowd across from the ramp?”

“Yes, in fact I’ve been blindsided from across the ring from the ramp 5 maybe 6 times.”

“So now, what do you do?”

“I always check out behind me to watch my ass.”
Tom said, “Bingo, now you’re catching on. When you’re at the bar, in a restaurant, in the ring, in an alley, you always watch your ass, always be aware of your surroundings.”

“Even if you have a partner always watch your back and her back too. Remember, attacks can come from anywhere.”

I nodded in appreciation of what they were telling me.

Doc resumed playing the video,

After watching a few minutes of the ambush I asked Doc to hit pause.

“What do I do when she knocked the wind out of me and never let me get it back?”

Doc replied, “We will teach you how to strike while winded, also if you had twenty more lbs. of muscle on your back how effective would that initial double ax handle to your back have been? When Alice whipped you into the turnbuckles and you came out into Cheryl who was waiting for you. What if you stayed in the corner instead if rebounding out? Would that have changed the outcome?”

“Damn rights it would have, especially with what you’ve taught me so far.”

Doc asked me, “What were you thinking just before you lost consciousness?”

“I was thinking, I hope they don’t do any permanent damage.”

Doc asked, “Have you ever worried about getting killed in the ring?”

“That thought has crossed my mind just before every bout going back about 6 months. “

Doc said with all the seriousness he could muster, “Kelly, we are going to teach you to take every fight as a fight to the finish and you are going to fight every fight as if your life depended on it. When you get in a ring from now on, you’re going to treat it like a fight to the death and the loser dies.”

I looked at him not knowing what to say.

He looked at me dead in the eyes and said, “When you’re in the ring and you have an opportunity to dislocate someone’s shoulder you will do it without any hesitation. You get a chance to take out someone’s knees you’ll do it with no hesitation. Finally if you’re getting double teamed and you are fearful for your life and you have a chance to kill one of them or both of them I want you to do it with no hesitation.”

The next afternoon we all congregated in my living room and Tom started by asking, “Do you remember when I said I may have a proposal for you?”

I nodded, “Yes.”

Well, I’d like to extend that proposal to both you and Sally. The FBI is always looking for recruits to work undercover at home and abroad. We need someone in the catfight business. There are literally millions of dollars in the fight industry maybe even billions. We need some people on the inside.”

I looked at Sally to see what she was thinking. She said, “What is in it for us?”

The FBI is prepared to train you like you can’t imagine and your friendly government will pay off all your debts, give you a credit card with unlimited funds available, and One Million dollars deposited into your bank account. You will share a safe house so long as you’re involved with the FBI and/or Homeland Security.”

My jaw dropped, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, a million bucks, and wow.

Sally hummed and hawed and then said, “Make it Five million dollars each.”

Tom never hesitated, “Deal, you are now employed by the FBI. The first thing we need to do is move your stuff that you want over to the safe house. I said aloud, “I wonder what I do with my old home?”

Tom said, “Don’t worry about it, the FBI will rent it from you or if you want you can sell it.” I elected to sell it and to my astonishment it sold in two weeks.

Sally chose to rent hers out to the FBI.

By the end of the week we were moved into the new place, it was huge. It had a pool in the back, a fully stocked weight room and boxing gym equipment, heavy bag etc. there was also a full size ring and a metal cage in the basement.

Sally and Tom immediately got started on my rehab and diet. I was fed lots of protein, and a strict diet designed to lose fat, like I had a lot in the first place. I was also started on rehab, regaining the use of my legs as my knees healed. My boobs still hurt and it still hurt to walk because of my torn up pussy. I walked like an old cowboy to everyone’s enjoyment.

Sally and Tom also put together a weightlifting program to increase my strength and build muscle. It was centered on the three powerlifting exercises, squat, bench press and deadlift. There was a host of supplementary movements to help with the three core exercises.

I noticed a quick gain in strength right from the start. The first time I did bench press I could only do 75 lbs. for a single rep. and my chest hurt like hell the next day and even worse the second day after. By the end of the month I was doing 135 lbs. for a single rep. That was a milestone because that was the bar and a large plate on each side. We celebrated that night with pizza and beer.

Sally was doing the bar and three plate on each side for 315 lbs. I would watch her in awe. She was a powerhouse. It was common to see her squat five plates on each side (495lbs.) and the same weight or more in the deadlift. I wasn’t able to do either of those two lifts yet because of my knees but they were getting better daily.

Tom was spending a lot of time with Sally teaching her various wrestling holds, counter holds, flips, tosses etc. Sally was a quick study and soon she was tossing Tom around the ring and Tom was hard pressed to keep up with her.

She was becoming an accomplished wrestler but a nasty cat fighter would take a wrestler apart in no time. I couldn’t train yet because of my knees but we wrapped Tom in a padded suit and put a long t-shirt on him with a picture of a woman in a bikini. I had her constantly hit Tom in the bikini boobs as they sparred. I even encouraged her to hit him in the crotch which was heavily padded. She was hesitant but with Tom and me urging her on, she eventually hit him with gusto.

One day when went down to the gym Tom had Sally and I square off in the ring and then he put blindfolds on both of us and the lights were turned down so there was a soft dim light on the ring.

Tom took my hand and walked me around the ring, he told me to stand still and they he explained, “One of the things you need to do is to always be aware of your surroundings. You’re in a dark alley and there is someone waiting to ambush you. You have to be aware of the ambush and you have to be aware even in the dark. What I want the two of you to do is try to touch the other person in the ring with you.”

Everything went silent. I strained to hear anything something to give me a clue where Sally was. I heard nothing. If moved to my left and I could hear my sneaker squeak against the mat. Shit, this was not good. Suddenly I got an Idea. I pried off my sneakers as quietly as I could. I tossed one across the ring, at least I hoped it was across the ring.

I undid the laces of the other sneaker and tied it off so I could drag the sneaker away from me about 5 feet away. I slowly drug the sneaker behind me letting it squeak and chirp. I stopped and then I heard it. A slow single step, the mat made a slight woosh sound as Sally’s foot made the may compress under her. She was off to my left. I slowly moved to my left some more dragging my squeaky sneaker. I heard the woosh again, Sally we still to my left but closer now. I stood still and waited, there it was again, woosh, just to my right. I pulled the sneaker towards me, I heard the woosh again, I leapt forward and reached out and my hand hit Sally’s shoulder. I pumped my arm close to me and stepped back. I felt a breeze as Sally ran past me. I reached out and touched her again and then I moved to my right quickly.

“Stop.” Shouted Tom as the lights came back on.

We stopped and I pulled my blindfold up. Sally was standing a couple of steps to my left with a disappointed look on her face as she stared at my sneaker.

Tom spoke, “Nice work Kelly, it wasn’t what we were looking for exactly but it was smart. Deception can be a valuable tool. Always use the tools at your disposal. Don’t be too proud to not use a tool to defeat you opponent, they’ll use tools on you given the chance.”

A month later and I was able to start doing squats and leg presses with very little pain in my knees. I didn’t have the flexibility in my ankles to do a full squat but it was coming. I was able to do 135lbs when I started and that quickly grew to 200 lbs. The deadlift I was able to do 225 lbs. to start and quickly increased that to 315 lbs.

My body weight had increased to 145lbs. with a body fat of 25%, I was proud of that.

Tom and Doc pulled me aside one day shortly thereafter and asked me if I was ready for a match. I said, “I think I’m ready, yeah I’m ready. Who do you have in mind and when?”

Tom said, “How would you like some revenge and payback? You take on Alice with Sally in your corner backing you up because you know Cheryl is going to be in Alice’s corner.”

I quickly agreed, I knew I could beat Alice no problem, she only beat me before because she ambushed me. Bring those two cunts on, we’d kick their asses.

“When? I asked.”

“How about we see if we can arrange for a match one week from this Friday?”

Sally and I both agreed and we stepped up out training a bit getting ready.

The Friday came by quickly and both of us were nervous. We arrived at the arena around 7:00 a half hour early and we proceeded to our locker room. There were separate locker rooms for each team or individual for obvious reasons.

We entered the locker room and there were a couple of other wrestlers already there. I recognized them both and I hugged them. They were sisters and a real nice couple; mean a hell in the ring but real sweethearts outside. They were Candy and Sandy. “I’m sure glad to see you, let me introduce you to my friends.”

I made the introductions and they wished me luck. “You kick their asses’ tonight girl; they’ve ben spouting off a lot bragging about what they did to you, we’ll watch your back after our fight.”

Sally and I pulled our hoodies off and the sisters exclaimed, “Whoa, it doesn’t look like you need us to back you up tonight. Kelly you’re in fantastic shape. We’ve never seen you look so good and Sally, you’re huge, you look awesome. We can’t wait to see the looks on Alice’s and Cheryl’s faces when they see you. Oh we are so looking forward to this match of yours tonight.”

We chuckled and found a couple of empty lockers. Tom and Doc waited for us outside the door, giving us some privacy to change. I put on a blue and white bikini and white wrestling boots. I had these special ordered, they had steel toes and were thickly padded to prevent ankle injuries from a sideways hit. That was Tom’s idea.

Sally wore gym shorts and a tight t-shirt with Gold’s gym on it. The door opened and doc said you’re on. “We waited at the top of the ramp as my introduction was announced, “Returning after a 6 month layoff weighing in at 148lbs standing 5ft. 8inches tall is Kellyyyyy.” In her corner standing 5 ft. 8 inches tall also weighing in at 218 lbs. is Sally.

We strode down to the ring and I slid under the bottom rope and stood in the ring waiting in my corner. Sally was on the ring apron behind me.

The lights flickered and the announcer said, “Here she is folks weighing in at 128 lbs. and standing 5ft. 7 inches tall from Seattle Washington the west coast crippler Alice. Backing her up is our local hero standing at 5ft. 9 inches tall and weighing in at 130 lbs. is Cheryl the Mauler.”

Alice slowly entered the ring through the second rope keeping her eyes on me all the time. Cheryl stood behind her on the ring apron. I pulled off my hoodie quickly and Alice who was running towards me stopped when she saw me and my new look and also that I was ready for her. She had a surprised look and when Sally took off her hoodie their eyes really bulged. I laughed and that infuriated Alice.

The ref called us to the ring and said, “this is no holds barred match, seconds are allowed to interfere but are not allowed in the ring. Weapons are at your disposal, you find em you can use them. No submissions are recognized, it’s the last person standing wins. Good luck ladies.”

I was standing sideways beside the ref keeping my eyes on Alice’s eyes. I knew there was a cheap shot coming, I waited. Sure enough the ref backed up and instead of going to her corner she tried to kick me in the cunt. I turned, took the kick on my thigh, my hips swiveled and my foot shot up and out and I drilled Alice right in the face with my foot. She fell backwards like a falling tree. The crowd went, “WOOOOO.” She held her face and I stepped forward and kicked her hard in the ribs as the bell rang starting the match. I stomped on her chest mashing her breasts. She rolled out of the ring as I kicked her in the back. I backed up and waited for the bitch to get back in the ring. She took something from Cheryl’s hand and she got back in the ring with one hand behind her back. I rushed at her and kicked her in the face as she was half in the ring. She fell back out onto the floor; I saw the brass knuckles on her hand. So did Sally. She ran around the ring and plowed into Cheryl driving her backwards into the post. Meanwhile I slid out of the mat and I stomped on Alice’s arm and hand crushing her fingers in the brass knuckles. I drove my foot into her armpit kicking into the nerve bundles. Her arm went limp and she looked at me her eyes saying, “What did you just do to me?”

I grabbed the knuckles off her hand and put them on mine. I picked her up by the hair standing on the side of her limp arm so she couldn’t cunt bust me. I turned her around facing away from me and I drilled the knuckle dusters up into her other armpit paralyzing her other arm. She screamed and stood there both arms useless.

I punched her in the stomach just below her belly button knocking the wind out of her. As she leaned over I drove the brass knuckles up from my knees into the bottom of her chin. Her eyes glazed over and she fell in a heap on the ring mat. She was out cold and I think I broke her jaw.

I turned and backed away looking for Sally. She was whaling away on Cheryl’s stomach in out corner. Sally saw me in the ring and she smiled. Cheryl took the moment of distraction to bring her fist up between Sally’s legs. Sally’s mouth formed and O and she suddenly screamed as the pain erupted from her groin. I ran across the ring and baseball slid into the side of Cheryl’s knee. There was a loud crack as her knee gave away and collapsed on her. Her leg was bent at an unnatural angle broken.” I grabbed her by the hair as she screamed and I drove her into the ring post my hand behind her head driving it into the post as hard as I could. Cheryl dropped like a rock out cold her forehead split open and gushing blood. I checked on Sally as she was curled up in the fetal position on the floor moaning. I heard the ref counting eight, nine…I slid into the ring beating the count. Alice was trying to get up and I ran at her baseball siding into her chest driving her out of the ring. She landed on the floor with a grunt holding her chest. I slid out of the ring stepping aside as Alice tried to hit me in the crotch, her arm still mostly limp. I grabbed her hand, turned so her arm was draped over my shoulder facing up. I yanked down on her hand and heard her elbow break. She let out a blood curdling scream as she grabbed her arm.

I swiveled and drove my foot into the side of her knee destroying it. There was a loud crack as the tendons and ligaments tore loose. She screamed even louder curling up hugging her knee. I held her up by the hair pressed against the ring apron. “Payback is a bitch, it sucks to be you.”

With that I drove my knee up between her legs and she screamed again. She was sobbing and shaking in pain begging for mercy.

“Beg all you want bitch, you didn’t give me any mercy.” I drove the knuckle dusters into her forehead right between the eyes knocking her out cold again.

I motioned for the ref to start counting as I ran around the ring to my corner. I wanted to see how Sally was doing. She was just starting to get up rather shakily. Cheryl was slowly getting up too. She saw me and she ran into the ring to escape. “Dumb move bitch,” I thought as I grabbed her ankle on her bum leg and twisted it hearing bones crack. Now Cheryl had a broken knee and ankle on the same leg.

I got behind her and lifted her up so I could get her in a full nelson. Sally saw what I was doing and she entered the ring.

I said. “She’s all yours.” Sally took the knuckle dusters and drove her fist up into Cheryl’s crotch lifting her right off the floor. I let Cheryl go and she fell in a heap on the mat her hands between her legs screaming in agony. Sally looked like she felt sorry for Cheryl just a little bit.

I said, “Give her some more.” Sally shook her head no and she gently helped Cheryl up and over to the edge of the ring where the paramedics could easily get to her. The ref counted Alice out and a second pair of paramedics took Alice out too. The crowd cheered wildly in appreciation of the revenge we got. They also appreciated the fact that we didn’t do a beat down like the heels always do. We didn’t strip them, tie them up, beat on them and humiliate them like they would have done to us. We simply clobbered them and sent them packing.

Doc was in their locker room checking them out, applying splints to broken limbs, etc. we would find out the damage later.

Later that evening Doc gave us a report. Alice had torn ligaments and tendons in her knee; she had a broken elbow and torn ligaments and tendons in her elbow too. She also had a broken jaw. It took ten stitches to fix up her forehead.

Cheryl had a torn up knee, torn ligaments and tendons too. She had multiple fractures in her ankle. The only permanent damage would possibly be Cheryl’s ankle. With the multiple fractures Doc wasn’t sure if they could fix the ankle.

The video of the match went viral and sold over 5 million copies. For the first time ever I came out of a match unhurt and healthy. Other than a sore pussy Sally emerged in good shape too.

This was definitely better.