Enough 2
By Jaytee71124

Sally and I had just won our first match and we hung a beating on Alice and Cheryl. We could have done so much more but we didn’t participate in the after match beat down that everyone else does. We didn’t strip them either or humiliate them in any other way. We let them off the hook a lot better than they would have to us.
We returned to training the next morning and the first thing we did was analyze the video. Not getting suckered in by a cheap shot was the first correct thing I did and then taking it to Alice and never giving her a chance to recover was well done. Sally running Cheryl was a blessing because they never got a chance to use the brass knuckles on us. All in all it was almost a perfect match. The only downside was when Sally got distracted and allowed Cheryl a fist in her own pussy. It was a rookie mistake and I’m sure Sally won’t be making that mistake again.
The promoter wanted us to fight again in two weeks. He has a gal by the name of Kris who has been beaking off that she can take me any time. She’s a big gal, 5ft 11 inches and weighs around 225 lbs. she’s chubby but she’s also strong as an ox.
I agreed to it, bring her on.
I was continuing to gain strength and muscle. I was benching 185 lbs. now and squatting 315 lbs. my deadlift was around just under 400 lbs. I weighed in at 165 lbs. and 19% body fat.
Friday rolled around and we were in the locker room waiting again. A number of the girls came around to congratulate us on our victory the previous week. A couple of them even asked why we didn’t do the after fight beat down that was customary. I let Sally answer them.
Everyone wished me good luck tonight and I was told often to be careful, Kris was mean and deadly.
Sandy and Candy stopped by and wished me well, they weren’t fighting tonight. Candy had injured her knee the night of our previous match. The sisters had won the match but Candy paid the price. I could relate, that used to be the story of my life.
The door was opened and I was told that I’m up. This time the announcer called out Kris first. “From parts unknown weighing in at 228lbs. she stands 5 ft. 11 inches tall, here’s Kris the Animal.”
She ran up to the ring and slid under the bottom rope sliding up on one knee. Looking around glaring at the crowd as they booed lustily she got up and leaned back in her corner. She had no one in her corner; she was not popular among the rest of the wrestlers. She was too mean and viscous.
The light shone on the top of the ramp and I was announced, “From here in Las Vegas your favorite local gal weighing in at 168 lbs. standing 5 ft. 9 inches tall here is Agent Kelly. I stumbled as I came down the ramp, where did that nickname come from. I climbed up on the apron and Kris rushed at me. I fell back down to the floor and waited for her to back up and let me in. she glared at me and motioned me in the ring. I waved her back. She rushed at me again, this time she baseball slid out of the ring towards me. I waited until the last minute then I stepped aside and let her slide past me. I kicked her in the ribs as she slid by. I slipped into the ring and turned as she spun around looking for me.
“Hey stupid I’m up here.”
Oh man did that piss Kris off. She jumped up on the apron and ducked under the top rope. I kicked the rope upwards as she straddled the rope getting in. it gave her a bit of a rope burn along her thigh and caught her a bit in the crotch. It wasn’t that bad, it was more humiliating than painful.
She stood up by the rope glaring at me. The ref called us to the center of the ring, neither of us moved. “She said, “Just ring the damn bell.”
The ref shrugged and called for the bell. DING.
We circled each other looking for an opening. I jabbed a couple of quick shots to her head. She blocked them both and returned a jab of her own that I blocked with my forearm. Shit did that sting, this bitch was strong. She held her arms up for a strength test. I shook my head, no way.
She said, “What’s wrong honey, chicken?”
“Nope, just not stupid.” I replied.
That seemed too piss her off and she rushed me, I stepped aside and hooked her foot with mine tripping her in the corner. He face hit the mat and she got up on one knee just as I drove my foot in her stomach. She grunted and grabbed for my foot. I pulled it back just barely avoiding her grab. I kicked her in the ass with my other foot as I circled behind her as she slowly stood up.
She rushed me again trying to clothesline me, I ducked under it and she caught me with her knee in my outer leg as she rushed by. Son of a bitch that hurt, I grunted and kept my face blank. You never wanted to let your opponent see you in pain, that gives them momentum and hope. You ever want to give that to your opponent. She turned and tried to clothesline me again almost getting me as I ducked it again. I stepped back and kicked out catching her just above the knee as she tried to knee me again. Her leg flew out from under her and she tumbled to the mat.
I was on her just as she hit the mat. As I landed on her I drove the wind out of her and she twisted to get out from under me. I fell over sideways and she was on me quickly trying to trap my arms under her knees as she straddled me. I sat up and with my one free hand I smoked her in the face bringing tears to her eyes as her nose flattened under my fist. She socked me right back right between the eyes low on my forehead. Fuck did that hurt.
I drilled her again in the face and I bucked her off as I twisted to get out from under her. I kicked my foot back catching her in the chest driving her back a few feet. All I got out of her was a grunt. This bitch was tough.
She lunged for my feet but I sprang up in the air as she lunged under me. I came down my knee drilling her in the back of the neck. She grunted again and reached for her neck. I pulled her up standing halfway behind her and halfway next to her. I lifted her one arm and I jabbed my fingers in under her armpit right into the nerve bundle. She squeaked and her arm fell limp. She spun and tried to back hand me with her good arm. I ducked and drilled my fist into her kidney, she leaned forward and I kneed her in the chest. She caught my leg and she pushed me backwards into the corner causing me to fall and bang my head on the bottom turnbuckle. I saw stars and my head rang. My head hurt and I was dazed. She grabbed me by the hair and hauled me up. She leaned over grabbed me between the legs, hoisted me up and slammed me back onto the mat. My back hurt like crazy but I did my best to not show it. I turned and got up on my hands and knees as quick as I could, back into the corner.
She ran towards me baseball sliding towards me. I jumped up and she slid under me, suddenly pain exploded in my pussy. She drilled me in the cunt as she slid under me. I rolled to the other side of the ring my crotch and stomach bathed in pain. She turned around outside the ring and we looked at each other, I nodded, “Good move bitch.”
She smiled and nodded back. There was no animosity between us just mutual respect. She was good. This was the kind of fight I liked, good old fashioned cat fighting without the double teaming bullshit.
She dot back in the ring and I slowly got up my pussy in pain. I was hurting and she knew it. She came at me arms spread wide to keep me in the corner leaving herself wide open if I ran at her. She didn’t expect me to come rushing out of the corner, I guess she thought my puss would be too sore to do that and yeah it did hurt like hell but feeling my shoulder slam into her stomach made it feel better.
I drove her back into the opposite corner. I backed up a step and drove my shoulder into her stomach again getting a grunt from her. I did this half a dozen more times until the ref called for a break.
I broke cleanly and waited for her to get up on her feet. I ran at her again and got my knee up in her stomach getting another grunt from her. Suddenly my back bust open with pain, she had double axe handled me between the shoulder blades. I dropped to the mat stunned. She bent over and hauled me up by the hair and hoisted me up and ran across the ring and power slammed me into the mat falling with me using her bodyweight to force me into the mat even harder. Fuck that hurt, it drove the wind right out of me. I was gasping for air and my back felt like it was on fire.
I lay there on the mat defenseless. She bent over and grabbed my head and turned me over onto my hands and knees. She draped my arm over her shoulder and stood up and dropped me back on the ring falling with me backwards. My head and shoulders hit the mat. I saw stars and she landed beside me driving her elbow into my stomach. I gave a woof as the air left my lungs again. These were all good clean wrestling moves which I was grateful for. A dirty cat fighter would have had me carved up and submitting by now.
I turned over and got on my hands and knees and as she bent over to pick me up again I lunged forward to drive my head into her stomach. She fell back on her ass. I heard the woof as the air left her lungs this time. We both didn’t move for a minute as we got our wind back. We both got up at the same time and all of a sudden I got a feeling, someone else is here in the ring. She pushed me aside and stepped back. I saw the chair come down just missing her smashing the ring mat where I had just been.
The intruder was Cathy Woodson one of Alice and Cheryl’s gang mates. Right behind her was Rita, another of the gang. They were here to get revenge for Alice and Cheryl. Kris looked at me and then looked at Rita as if to say, “You take care of her and I’ll take care of this bimbo.”
I rushed at Rita as she was entering the ring. I kicked the second rope driving it up between her legs getting her right in the pussy. She rolled into the ring her hands between her legs. It was time to play dirty; we were in survival mode now.
The crowd cheered, they felt a beat down coming and I wasn’t going to disappointment them. Cathy and Rita were nasty bitches who loved to beat up and injure defenseless fighters. They had put several girls in the hospital including me a while back. I was going to give them no mercy. God I love payback time.
I kicked Rita in the back of the head. She screamed and held her head, which left her chest wide open, I fell kneeing her tits as I landed on her. I kicked up and landed on my knee on her tits again. She covered her tits with her arm so I kneed her in the face next. I got up and grabbed her ankles, she screamed nooooooo. I saw in her eyes, she was pleading for me not to do it, “Fuck you bitch you’d do it to me.”
I landed on my knee right between her legs deriving her clit into her pubic bone. I felt her pussy lips mush and spread out sideways. She screamed in agony as her pussy exploded. I did the same thing three more times getting her to scream each time.
I heard a scream behind me. I kicked at Rita’s cunt one more time and turned to see what was happening. Kris had Cathy down on the mat in a figure four leg lock and she was applying the pressure. Cathy was slapping the mat screaming “I give, make her stop.”
The ref was calling for the bell to stop the match. None of us were listening. I turned back to Rita. She was up on her hands and knees trying to pull herself up with the ropes. Her one leg was sideways in front of me. I didn’t even think I baseball slid into her my foot lashing out at her knee catching it sideways. You could hear the crack way up in the top seats.
Rita screamed as her knee shattered and collapsed on her. She fell sideways and curled up holding her destroyed knee sobbing. I knew from experience that I had torn ligaments and tendons in her knee. She was sobbing as she held her knee. She was done so I turned to Cathy and Kris.
Kris was raising herself up off the mat with her arms while she had Cathy’s legs twisted up in the figure four leg lock still. Cathy was flopping around like a fish out of water slapping the mat and screaming blue murder. Suddenly we all heard a loud crack. Cathy screamed even louder if that was possible.
Kris had a stunned look on her face. She had never broken an opponent’s limb before. She quickly untangled herself from Cathy and shuffled back. Cathy was holding her knee sobbing. Kris looked sad and guilty. I started to laugh. Kris looked at me, “What?”
You looked so funny, yeah you broke her leg, so what. They were going to do a lot more than that to me if it hadn’t been for you pushing me out of the way. By the ways thanks, I appreciate that.”
Kris nodded as she stuck put her hand, we shook and she said, “You know, you’re one hell of a fighter.”
“You’re pretty damn good yourself,” I replied. “Can I buy you a drink later?”
Kris replied, “Thanks, I’d like that.”
We walked up the ramp as the paramedics collected the two injured intruders.