It had been a couple of weeks since Reena and Jakki’s knockdown, drag out fight and post match hook up and, to be honest, Reena was pissed. She’d heard nothing from Jakki and, when she’d called her, had felt like she was being given the cold shoulder. So, when the British fighter called out of the blue, asking if Reena fancied another match but with a twist, she was only too happy to agree. Time to teach the arrogant Brit a lesson in common manners. The twist was that this was to be a three way match, with another woman, Kriss, as the other combatant.

Upon meeting her at Jakki’s house, it was clear to Reena that Kriss wasn’t taking this lightly. She was quite brusque and business-like in her manner, not wishing to engage in Jakki’s attempts at small talk as she was shown to the ring in the basement. As Kriss turned her back on the others to change, Jakki and Reena prepared themselves. One piece singlets had been agreed on – Reena opting for marine blue with the three stripes of the manufacturer running from armpit to top of the hip, her thick thighs and prodigious breasts bulging out from the lycra costume and her long black hair secured into a high pony. Jakki’s more svelt form was wrapped in an orange slip which seemed to be made of a latex material, gripping tightly to her athletic body, clearly highlighting her nipples and mound, her shoulder-length auburn hair hanging loose. As both women stretched and warmed up in opposite corners of the ring, Kriss entered. A simple black leotard only enhanced what was clearly a very powerful physique, not very curvaceous but solid and blessed with a big ass. Standing about 5 foot 5 in her bare feet, her muscular arms and legs were a testament to a lot of heavy weights work in the gym. The jet black hair was cut short and plastered to her head and her dark, heavily made up eyes were cold and unblinking. There was no frivolity here. This woman was here to fight! Quickly the rules were agreed. It would be one on one with the third woman waiting on the apron to be tagged in by either combatant. They could then help the tagger for ten seconds before taking over themselves. It was to be no time limit, first submission wins and, as before, no face shots due to careers outside of the ring. The match was to start with Jakki and Kriss so Reena climbed through the ropes and stood, watching, next to a corner post.

As soon as Reena shouted go, Kriss exploded into action. No feeling out, no caution. Charging forward, she caught the unsuspecting Jakki with a shoulder tackle, sending the Brit beauty sprawling. Winded, Jakki tried to sit up but Kriss was already on her, pulling her to her feet by her hair and cinching a front face lock. As Jakki tried to grab at the stranger’s thighs, the fiery fighter sent a brutal knee shot straight into her ribs, visibly shaking the willowy woman. Grinding the facelock, Kriss dropped to a knee, forcing Jakki onto all fours as she tried to loosen the choke hold. As both her hands clawed at the powerhouse’s locking arm, she fell victim to a hard clubbing blow across the shoulder blades, which produced an audible yelp. Releasing the choke, Kriss straddled Jakki’s back, interlaced her fingers under the downed fighter’s chin and started to lean back, torqueing the woman’s neck nastily. Again, Jakki’s hand desperately tried to find a way to prise open the hold but Kriss simply craned back further. Jakki’s hands balled into fists as the agony increased. On the apron, Reena was a little wary. As satisfying as it was to see Jakki’s discomfort, she was a seasoned fighter and tough, despite her relatively slight frame. Yet she was being schooled by this unknown quantity. At that moment, Kriss released the hold, letting Jakki’s head fall to the mat. Quickly darting to the corner, she tagged Reena, beckoning her into the ring. Tentatively, Reena slipped through the ropes as Kriss hauled Jakki to her feet and slapped on a full nelson, swinging the dazed Brit to face Reena. “What are you waiting for?” Kriss snapped. “Kick her!” Reena did as she was asked, planting her foot into Jakki’s gut. With a groan, Jakki wilted in Kriss’ grip but was pulled upright. “Again…harder!” snarled the aggressor. Again, Reena kicked out, her bare foot sinking into the exposed stomach of the English girl. Contemptuously, Kriss swung Jakki to the side, releasing her grip and exited the ring. Advancing further into the ring, Reena had Jakki all to herself.

Slowly, Jakki hauled herself up using the ring ropes, rubbing her stomach gingerly. When she saw Reena waiting for her, a smile spread. “Reena – my favourite booty call!” she chuckled, starting to circle. Any sympathy that Reena may have felt for the Brit evaporated right there and then. Springing forwards, she delivered another swift kick- this time to the thigh. Jakki staggered slightly but stayed on her feet. Reena tried again but Jakki anticipated, trapping the outstretched right foot between her left arm and hip. Desperately, Reena hopped, trying to swipe at the Brit, who was just out of reach. With a sweep, Jakki kicked out Reena’s standing leg, sending the statuesque amazon crashing to the floor but retained hold of the trapped foot. Now Jakki’s surgical style of fighting came into play. Using her right foot to pin Reena’s left to the mat, the Brit took hold of either end of Reena’s right foot and twisted against the joint. Pain cascaded along the held leg, unable to fully twist because of its pinned partner. The tendons at the top of Reena’s inner thighs strained as she grunted and squirmed, her hands trying to push her up from the mat to alleviate the pressure. Another twist made her gasp again as her right knee threatened to pop. Just like in their last match, Jakki couldn’t resist talking. “Oh, Reena- does it hurt? Is it sore?” Reena wouldn’t dignify her with a response, just a glare. “Let’s really work those hamstrings, shall we?” smiled Jakki. She lifted her right foot off of Reena’s ankle, took a step forward and jumped the length of the downed fighter’s body, landing beyond her head while pulling the held foot with her. The sudden wrench on the tendons and hamstrings were agonising, causing Reena to scream out. Rolling onto her side, she cradled the back of her leg, trying to massage the brutalised area. But Jakki wouldn’t let up. Pulling Reena up by the pony tail, she pushed her into the corner where Kriss was waiting. But, instead of making the tag, the Brit lifted Reena’s injured leg and draped it over the second rope before taking a step back and delivering a sharp knee into the soft tissue of the inner thigh. Again, Reena cried out. Jakki kept the knee in place, pushing it deeper while simultaneously tagging Kriss. Now, as per the rules, the former combatants were bound to work together to Reena’s distress.

The fresh fighter climbed through the ropes but sprinted to the other side of the ring. Reena’s momentary confusion was replaced by a sickening realisation of what Kriss was doing. Cannoning off of the taut ropes for extra momentum, the powerhouse thundered towards the trapped Reena. At the last second, Jakki ducked aside. Like an avalanche, the black-clad brawler crashed into the helpless Reena, her rock-hard upper body smashing into the amazon’s beautiful bust while her thick, muscular arms clapped around the Latino’s head. Her tender leg dragged across the rough rope, Reena almost threw up from the pain. Sagging, she fell forward to escape from the corner only to sprawl at the feet of the prowling Jakki, who still had time to inflict punishment before exiting the ring. Grabbing Reena’s shoulder, the sadistic Brit pulled her over onto her back, where she lay gasping. Grabbing both of Reena’s ankles, Jakki lifted her legs clear of the mat, pulled them apart and dropped a head butt straight to Reena’s defenceless pussy. With a scream, Reena’s hands flew to cover her aching mound. Brushing them aside, Jakki repeated the manoeuvre, albeit from a lower height. Groggily, Reena glanced down the length of her shuddering body and looked straight into the mischievous eyes of her tormentor, still with her head between the powerful thighs. With a slow, deliberate wink, Jakki ran her tongue over Reena’s lycra-clad aching pussy before slithering backwards under the bottom rope.

Reena struggled into a sitting position, wincing at the pain between her legs when suddenly her pony tail was grabbed and hoisted upwards. With a squeal, she struggled to her feet. Kriss was stood behind her, poised. As the suffering fighter stood up, the powerhouse grapevined her left leg around Reena’s then ducked under the Latino’s right arm, wrapping her left arm over the amazon’s shoulder, pulling her backwards. It was a text-book abdominal stretch. Gasping and groaning, Reena’s torso was bending around her muscular opponent’s hip, her arms rendered almost useless by her expertly applied hold. Planting her foot firmly, Reena attempted to execute a hip toss but Kriss simply lent back slightly, torqueing her twisted upper body even more and making her squeal. Kriss now further upped the torture. Leaning lightly to her left, she forced Reena to arch her side even further. With vindictive delight, the powerhouse pawg dug her thumb and fingers into the soft flesh below Reena’s ribs and gripped. Through gritted teeth, Reena could only gasp her defiance. “ No….no… no.” This refusal to quit simply amused Kriss. Pulling Reena’s head closer to hers with a further squeezing of her left arm, the black-clad brawler chuckled throatily in her trapped opponent’s ear as her right hand released the soft stomach flesh and travelled the short distance to Reena’s straining breast, whose nipples were clearly evident through the lycra singlet. A vicious tweak and twist elicited another high pitch squeal which was superseded by a despairing groan as Kriss balled up her fist and smashed it into Reena’s undefended lower belly. Again, Reena felt the wind rush from her and started to collapse but Kriss had other ideas. Unravelling the abdominal stretch, the solidly-built pawg pushed Reena roughly into the corner post, tilted her sagging chin upward, exposing the top of her chest, and then, like a pistol shot, unleashed an open handed chop that reverberated around the basement. Only the ropes were keeping Reena on her feet as her eyes screwed tightly against the intense sharp pain. Lifting Reena’s drooping head again, Kriss grabbed the scoop front of the singlet and pulled it savagely, ripping it open, releasing even more of the Latino’s gorgeous cleavage. Again chuckling with sadistic pleasure, she reached into the torn garment and grabbing a handful of heaving breast. Nothing could disguise her pure malicious delight as she gouged and twisted, extracting tortured gasps and shrieks from the seriously flagging Reena. Releasing the massive tits, Kriss took a step back and delivered a short, brutal kick to Reena’s gut, the force loosening the amazon’s arms from the top rope, allowing her to drop like a stone to the mat.

Laying gasping with her head on the bottom turnbuckle, Reena desperately tried to gather her thoughts and energy. However, any initial opportunity for rest and recuperation was rudely interrupted as her long, luscious hair was once again grabbed. This time it was her old nemesis, Jakki, who dragged the pony tail backwards until Reena’s shoulder blades had been dragged over the bottom rope. Still holding the hair, the English woman inclined her face to almost mimic Reena’s inverted head before planting a wet kiss onto her victim’s open mouth. Furiously, Reena shook her head to try and break both holds but she needn’t have bothered. Jakki lifted her head, lent forward and took Reena’s right nipple between her teeth, biting hard. “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” screamed Reena, her hands clawing at the back of the Brit’s head, who continued to worry at the nipple before opening her mouth further and taking in more of the quivering breast at her mercy. The pain was untenable! Despairingly, Reena groped blindly for a grip on her foe’s head but the agony was making it impossible to concentrate. However, release from the torment was to come from an unexpected source. Leaning over the top rope, Kriss swiped at Jakki, the glancing blow breaking her teeth’s grip on Reena’s reddened breast. “Wait your turn, bitch!” snarled the black-clad pawg, turning her back on the Brit to focus on inflicting more hurt on the stricken Latino.

What Kriss hadn’t counted on was Jakki’s keenness to get back into the mix. Leaning over Reena, the Brit slapped Kriss’ solid calf muscle, tagging herself back in. This did not play well with the stocky fighter. As Jakki clambered back in, the powerhouse squared up to her “The fuck, Jakki?” Kriss demanded, shoving the English fighter. Jakki smiled, gave an innocent shrug and punted Kriss straight between the legs. With a low groan, Kriss was pole-axed, collapsing with her hands clasped to her pounded pussy. Laughing at her downed opponent, Jakki turned her back on the prone Reena, who rolled herself out of the ring and fell gratefully to the padded floor outside. Back between the ropes, Jakki had grabbed a handful of Kriss’ heavily gelled hair and dragged her halfway to her feet. Bent double as she held her distressed quim, Kriss was pulled into a front face lock. Taking hold of a handful of the black singlet just above the powerhouse’s ample butt, Jakki threw herself backwards, driving Kriss’ crown into the mat with a savage DDT. Released from the face lock, Kriss toppled over to her side, her powerful body twitching as she hovered on the brink of unconsciousness.

Satisfied that Kriss was incapacitated enough, Jakki returned her attention to Reena. Shaking her auburn hair from her face, the Brit confidently strode across to the ropes, where the amazon was still on the matted floor of the basement, leaning on the ring apron, her head buried on crossed arms. Again, the hateful arrogance of the English woman surfaced as she stood on the bottom rope, leaning over to grab Reena by the hair to drag her back between the ropes. “Come on, hooters. Thunder Dyke’s out of action. Let’s me and you play,” she laughed. Unfortunately for her, the Raven haired amazon had not been idle during this distraction. Abruptly standing upright, Reena grabbed Jakki’s outstretched arms and lifted her feet off of the floor. With a brutal jerk, the Brit was pulled chest first into the taut, unforgiving rope, her arms being pulled downwards by the curvy Latino’s entire weight. Her eyes wide with shock and pain, she tried bracing back but it was no good. Reena had the weight advantage and it was telling. The course rope wrapping across the steel cable was cutting into her pale skin, only the flimsy latex of her singlet preventing friction burns across her small, perfectly formed boobs. With a final pull, Reena released her, the spring in the top rope sending the weakened Jakki toppling backwards onto the canvas. Wincing with every step, Reena dragged herself back into the ring, making a beeline for the gasping Brit. Determined to try and slow her former booty call down, she pulled Jakki’s left leg out across the mat at an angle before dropping her left knee into Jakki’s. The English fighter bolted upright, arms reaching forward instinctively before crashing back to the mat as Reena reached for the foot and raised it off of the mat with both hands while keeping the knee digging into the trapped leg. Jakki’s balled fist was jammed in her mouth, muffling her screams as Reena continued to pull, her huge breasts, the red marks fading but now increasingly sheened with perspiration, bulging through the torn singlet. “Give…. Up…. Bitch!” she spat, each word punctuated with a pulse on the trapped foot. In desperation, Jakki swung her other foot into Reena’s back. Although it smarted, there was nowhere near enough force to break the hold. Instead, Reena released her left hand from the caught foot, curled her fingers into claws and clamped onto the tender flesh of the upper inner thigh of the trapped leg. Jakki’s back arched off of the canvas, supported by her head as she reflexed in agony, a high pitch scream escaping through her self-imposed fist gag. With grim satisfaction, Reena twisted even harder, her nails pushing deep into the pliant skin. Again, Jakki howled, her head tilted back and hair fanned out on the mat behind her. Both hands reached towards the ceiling, fingers splayed imploringly as if some divine intervention might come to her rescue. Determine to incapacitate her as much as possible, Reena gripped Jakki’s calf muscle, pushed herself up and dropped both of her knees into the side of the squirming Brit’s mid leg. The response? Another scream and some frenzied slapping of the canvas. “Was that a submission?” breathed Reena, her tender hamstrings aching from delivering the knee drop. “No…. chance…..” gasped Jakki, her eye’s shining with hatred. “ I’m gonna hurt you so bad, you big-titted bimbo!” she spat. “You’re always talking about my tits. Jealous much?” growled Reena, staggering to her feet while keeping one resting on the distressed knee of her foe. “See how much your tiny tits help protect you from this!” With that, the voluptuous amazon dropped forwards towards the prone Brit. Turning as she fell Reena drove the point of her elbow into the sternum of the Brit, her small tits proving to be protection at all. Gingerly rolling away, Reena pulled herself towards the ropes, wiping the sweat from her face. Jakki was yelping, holding her brutalised chest, rolling from side to side while, across the ring, Kriss was slowly gathering herself to her knees, tentatively rubbing her neck. Reena steeled herself for what was inevitably going to follow. All three were injured, all three were stricken, all three were out for vengeance.

To be continued