Graduation grudge match
By Joebur68

Steph had done it! Having signed up for the wrestling school that was suggested to her by Cali, she had reached the graduation day. Twenty intensive sessions over a two month period under the tutelage of a no nonsense former semi-pro called Kriss. And now, in the final session, it was time to complete her training with a pro style match against one of the other students.
The two combatants stood in opposite corners. The strawberry blonde Steph was clad in a lycra black one piece swimming costume which hugged tightly to her curves, emphasising her large bust, ass and hips; the traditional fishnet stockings clung to thick thighs which tapered into white knee pads and calf height boots. Her opponent, Karen, glowered across the ring at her. Wrapped in a confederate flag one piece with a MAGA hat perched on top of her corkscrew peroxide perm, her heavily made-up face set in an insufferable smug smile. Scrawny and perma tanned, she’d been a pain since day one, with her pro Trump, pro Proud boys and ‘All lives matter’ opinions snarled for all to hear.
The two fighters were summoned to the centre of the ring by Kriss, the powerful looking dark haired pawg resplendent in her ref’s tee and yoga pants. As Kriss began to run through the rules, Karen instantly began talking over her in her grating, nasal twang- making loud promises of what she was going to do to Steph and how she’d make Steph sorry she’d ever stepped into the ring with her blah blah blah. As the fighters retreated to their corners, Kriss shared a glance with the Irish bombshell, rolling her eyes in exasperation. With that, the Ref/Coach signalled go. The one fall match was on!
Straight away, both combatants locked up in a textbook style and Steph’s power advantage told instantly, easily driving Karen back into her corner. Immediately, Steph released her hands and stepped back. Unsurprisingly, Karen began to bitch and moan to Kriss, accusing Steph of hairpulling. Dismissively, Kriss told her to shut up and waved them together again. Once more, the same – Steph pushing Karen onto the ropes. However, as she tried to release her opponent, Steph was gripped tight by Karen, who once more started screeching that Steph was pulling her hair. In an effort to separate the two women, Kriss ducked in between them…..and that’s when Karen struck, leaning forward to jab a finger into Steph’s eye! With a yelp, Steph staggered backwards, frantically blinking and rubbing at her eye to clear her vision. Karen was on her immediately. A chop block to the back of the knee floored the impaired Irish pawg. “ You ready, bitch?” sneered the MAGA cheat, standing at Steph’s feet, lifting the woman’s left leg and tucking the foot under a gristled leathery tricep. “I’ve been looking forward to this!” Keeping the foot pinned under her left armpit, Karen rested her right hand on the raised kneecap and dropped. Simple but effective. Steph’s leg over-straightened against the joint, the sharp shock of pain making her sit bolt upright. Grinning sadistically, Karen lifted the leg again. “ D’yall wanna do that again?” However, Steph wasn’t going to give her the chance. Gritting her teeth against the throbbing in her knee, she drew both legs toward herself and then kicked out. Screeching, Karen tumbled backwards, tripping through the middle rope and out of the ring. While Steph began to gingerly rise to her feet, Kriss leaned over the top rope and began the 10 count. Her hair askew and make-up increasingly smeared, Karen pulled herself to her feet. “Stop the count! Stop the count!” she yelled, slapping the ring apron.
Slithering back under the ropes, Karen scrambled to her feet and charged at her opponent, who was still feeling out her sore knee. A savage kick to the said knee was enough to stagger the larger woman, knocking her off balance and draping her over the middle rope. Once more, Karen took advantage of the situation, reaching over the top rope to grab Steph by the hair while sitting on the small of her back. Steph cried out, her back bowing as her lycra swimsuit strained to restrain her huge DD breasts. As Kriss started the 4 count to break the hold, Karen sneered into Steph’s ear. “Tight looks too tight, bitch. Let me help,” and reached her free hand over Steph’s shoulder, grabbed the scoop neck of Steph’s top and yanked it to the side, exposing all of the Irish woman’s abundant right breast, the pink nipple slipping into view. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” bellowed Kriss, grabbing Karen by the waist and swinging her back into the middle of the ring as Steph sagged against the rope. “What? What did I do?” protested Karen, her hands wide in disbelief. Kriss was straight in her face. “Anything like that again and…” “Oh come on, hon – you liked it too. I know,” leered the hateful woman. But before Kriss had a chance to retort, she was shoved aside by an enraged Steph, her exposed boob now tucked back into her stretched top and her eyes full of fury. A full force fore arm smashed into the bony chest of Karen, who was floored by the impact. “You cow! You fuckin’ cow!” roared the enraged Irish woman, stalking the red clad woman, who was trying to slide away from her. Reaching forwards, she grabbed the mass of fake blond curls and started to haul Karen to her feet. “Watch the hair, Steph,” warned Kriss, making the mistake of taking her eyes off of the seemingly defenceless Karen. Once more, the MAGA fighter struck- a leathery, sinewy arm shooting straight up between the Strawberry blonde’s thighs. Clutching her wounded pussy, Steph groaned and dropped to her knees, her eyes screwed up in pain. Karen was on the move before Kriss could intervene, using the ropes as extra momentum to race toward the injured Irish Pawg and deliver a running knee, which, luckily for Steph, caught her mostly in the upper chest and shoulder, but was still enough to floor her. Karen pounced, laying across Steph’s heaving chest and shoulders as Kriss began slapping the canvas.” 1…..2……” At the very last instant, Steph regained enough awareness to roll, her right arm and shoulder clearing the mat.
Once again, Karen was in Kriss’ face, whining and bitching about the count. Again, the stocky powerhouse Ref ignored the whining and told her to get on with it. Now, Karen might have been a reactionary bigoted loudmouth but she had enough smarts to know she couldn’t out-muscle the much more voluptuous Steph. Better to keep it to a ground attack. Dropping to all fours, she scooted across towards Steph and straddled the pawgs back. Instinctively, Steph pushed herself up onto her hands and knees to try and get free but Karen had anticipated this. Hooking underneath Steph’s left arm, the skinnier woman twisted them both over onto their backs, Steph now on top. Instantly, Karen’s legs locked around Steph’s thick waist while her right hand grabbed onto her left wrist behind Steph’s neck in a modified half nelson. The Irish woman’s neck was bent forward and to the side. Gritting her teeth against the increasing pressure, Steph started pushing back. Driving her feet into the mat, her strong powerful legs began to slowly raise her ass off of the woman beneath her, the muscles and sinews at the top of her thighs rigid and prominent. Holding this impromptu bridge as long as she could, Steph dropped all her weight onto Karen. The groan and release of pressure told her that it had worked but, again, as she tried to roll clear, Karen was one step ahead of her. Still a little dazed from the last hold, Steph was a little sluggish as she crawled away. A hard elbow between the shoulders knocked the wind out of her and she collapsed face first into the canvas. Still groggy, she couldn’t resist as a handful of hair raised her chin high enough for the MAGA fighter to slip her right leg underneath. Once Steph’s throat rested in the crook of the redneck’s knee, Karen leaned back and grabbed at her own right foot, pulling it towards her, once more targeting the Irish Pawg’s ability to breathe. Raising herself onto her left knee, the MAGA brawler cranked up the pressure, squeezing for all she was worth. Trapped in the vice-like grip of the scrawny leg, Steph’s vision began to swim. Pushing herself into a sphinx pose with one arm, she gripped at the calf muscle pushing into her larynx with the other. Relentlessly, with a manic gleam in her eyes, Karen continued to squeeze. “Ask her, Ref!” she yelled, really cranking up the pressure. “Ask her!” Kriss was already on her knees in front of Steph’s reddened, sweat drenched face. “Do you give?” “No…no…,” gasped the ensnared pawg, her cheeks so squashed they almost swallowed her nose and mouth. Kriss asked again and, again, Steph declined but much quieter this time. Slowly, inevitably, she began to wilt, slumping into the mat as the oxygen supply was almost completely cut off. Kriss waited as long as she could before checking in the traditional manner. She grasped a lifeless-seeming wrist, raised the arm and released. An inch before hitting the mat, the arm stopped, the fist clenched and began to shake. There was still fight left in the Irish woman yet.
However, over-confidence and delusion got the better of Karen. Rather than maintaining the hold and truly finishing the match, the leathery peroxide blonde released the hold, jumped to her feet and started to prance around the ring, declaring that she’d won. Despite Kriss shouting the contrary to her, the redneck wouldn’t listen, proclaiming to the empty gym that she was the winner.
Meanwhile, face down on the mat, a slowly recovering Steph was furious…..with herself! All this training and she was getting schooled by this bitch! No more!! Clambering unsteadily to her feet, she watched her celebrating opponent, waiting for the moment. Karen had finished her jubilation and turned back …..to find Steph looming over her! Before she had a chance to react, Steph stooped, scooped the screaming MAGA brat upside down and, taking a deep breath, turned and slammed. With an ear splitting screech, Karen bounced off the mat, her back arched in pain and her face contorted. Steph was on her immediately. Grabbing her foe by an ankle, she dragged Karen towards the middle of the ring, the scrawny, over-tanned harpy scrabbling to try and get away from the Irish woman. Once clear of the ropes, Steph launched her first real offense. Raising Karen’s left leg a little higher, the Irish bombshell wrapped her own left leg around it while pinning Karen’s raised foot under her arm. From below her, Karen’s hands were raised in a desperate plea for mercy. No chance! Falling backwards, Steph took great pleasure in the scream that echoed around the gym. Gripping onto the grapevined leg, Steph leaned back and, to add that little extra pain, twisted onto her side, pulling the trapped leg with her. At the other end of the hold, things weren’t going so well!!! Hands clawing at the mat, Karen’s mouth was contorted into a high pitch wail, her neck and shoulders raised off of the mat. Kriss knelt by her head and asked the obvious. “Do you quit?” The only response was a continued scream. Kriss repeated again. Desperately, Karen clutched at the kneeling Ref, grabbing at the striped shirt. The desperate tactic actually seemed to work. By gaining that slight leverage, Karen was able to swing her right leg over her body and bring her heel down onto Steph’s hip – a desperation move that broke the hold.
As Steph rolled onto all fours, rubbing the impact point, Karen tried to drag herself towards the rope and away from the threat. As she cowered against the bottom turnbuckle, Steph stalked towards her, eyes blazing in rage. Once she was close, Karen lashed out, kicking out and upwards. No joy as Steph saw it coming. Grabbing the foot, Steph retaliated with a sharp kick into the scrawny redneck’s hamstring. Another yelp from the grounded redneck was followed by a squeal as she was once more dragged into the middle of the ring. Securing her grip on the trapped leg, Steph stepped over it and turned, flipping the struggling MAGA fan onto her front. Taking great delight in the discomfort she was about to inflict, Steph sat back, her sumptuous butt hovering over the bent back of her opponent. A perfectly executed single leg boston crab. The howl from underneath her was music to her ears. Again Kriss asked the question. Her eye make smeared with tears and her carefully teased hair a complete mess, Karen was squealing. “ Never… I ain’t gonna concede…not to this fat bitch!” Steph heard every word and her blood began to boil. With a final wrench of the scrawny leg, which illicited another scream, the Irish pawg slammed the leg down and stepped off Karen, determine to inflict more punishment.
Walking around to Karen’s head, Steph grabbed a handful of sweat soaked curls and began to lift her up. “ Hey..watch the hair!” ordered Kriss. “ What? I’m…” snapped Steph, momentarily distracted. Again, Karen struck. A short, sharp jab caught Steph very low in the abdomen. Too low. Once more, Steph collapsed to her knees, her hands wrapped over her re-injured pussy. Kriss, who didn’t see the actual blow, was powerless to do anything. Hobbling to her feet, the scrawny redneck grabbed Steph into a front face lock and followed it with a short DDT. The impact stunned Steph, who flopped onto her back, her eyes momentarily unfocused and dazed. As quick as a snake, Karen dropped to her knees behind Steph, pulled her into a sitting position and wrapped her right arm around the Irish woman’s throat, cinching in a sleeperhold.
Desperately, Steph scrabbled at the leathery skin of Karen’s forearm, her face beginning to sag as the oxygen supply was once more was severely compromised. Again, Karen was in her ear, leaning all her weight onto Steph’s shoulders and neck. “What were you thinkin’, bitch?” she hissed. “Think you can beat me!? I’m a red blooded, god fearing patriot and what are you ? A…” The following string of insults were so distasteful and hateful that it couldn’t be repeated. Needless to say, it revolved around Steph’s sexual preferences and her multi-cultural relationship. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” exploded Steph. All fatigue vanished through adrenaline fuelled rage. Steph raised herself to her feet, lifting the racist, sexist, Trump-lover with her. At the last moment, Karen released the hold to try and get some distance between them but it was too little, too late. Pirouetting perfectly, Steph smashed her with a rain maker clothesline of such force that it flipped the redneck 360. But Steph was not finished yet. They say that liberals are often too nice to fight nasty. Wrong!
Pulling the groggy Karen to her feet by the hair, Steph sent a short punt to her belly, folding her in half. Now- the finisher. Steph shoved the cork-screw permed head between her thighs and clamped them shut, the thick muscly legs easily engulfing the head. Quickly, Steph scooped up the struggling woman’s arms , pinning them on top of her confederate flag clad back. From across the ring, Kriss couldn’t help but nod in approval. A pedigree as a finisher. Ambitious. However, Kriss was to be proved wrong. With the arms safely pinned, Steph leaned forwards and clasped the back of Karen’s sinewy, scrawny thighs. Taking a deep breath, Steph stood upright, the tendons in her shoulders standing proud, her huge boobs swelling and practically spilling out of her stretch swimsuit top. Karen was hoisted upside down and completely at Steph’s mercy. “Ref! Ref! Stop her! It’s not fair! She can’t do this!!!” the MAGA loving cheat screamed but it was too late. Holding the position, Steph gloried in the screams of terror from between her thighs, even giving a final squeeze to really emphasise the hopelessness of her hated opponent’s plight. Kicking her feet out horizontally. Steph plunged ass first into the canvas – her butt cheeks, her thighs and the top of Karen’s head taking all the impact. The package piledriver was breath taking to watch. Even a seasoned pro like Kriss raised her hands to her face in shock. There was a stunned silence as the bigoted homophobe slumped from between the Irish Pawg’s fishnet clad thighs to lay unmoving on the floor. Steph crawled over to her fallen foe, hooked a leg and lay across the shuddering boney chest of her nemesis, her huge, perspiring boobs deliberately hovering over the vacant face, Karen’s pupils having rolled up into her head. As Kriss began the clearly academic three count, Steph couldn’t resist some trash talk. “Wanna try to contest this count, skank?”
As soon as the three count was complete, Steph rose unsteadily to her feet. With a smile on her face, Kriss raised her hand in victory and then shook it. “Great job, Steph. Excellent match throughout.” “Thanks,” panted Steph, now resting with her hands on her knees. “Should we check on her?” she queried, nodding to the still prostrate Karen. Almost on cue, the defeated Redneck began to stir, groaning “ I won…….I won…..I won…..” Sighing, Kriss clambered back into the ring. She turned towards Steph. “I’ll help our friend up , you hit the showers. I want to run an idea by you.” Nodding, Steph headed for the changing rooms.
Five minutes later, Steph was stood under the soothing jets of water, the hot spray easing all her aches and twists. Taking a deep sigh, she couldn’t help but wriggle her voluptuous nakedness, feeling out the kinks and clicks of her joints. The sound of a second shower turning on attracted her attention. Kriss was stood two nozzles to her left, running her hands through her short, dark hair. Steph couldn’t resist a quick appraising look at her trainer’s naked form. Kriss’ body had all the hall marks of a former weight user. The arms, shoulders and torso were still quite muscled but were slightly softer and less defined. Groaning as she stretched, Kriss ran her hands up over her slight tummy , lifting her plump, full bosom before continuing up to cradle the back of her neck, stretching her elbows wide and lifting her ‘larger –than-expected’ tits ceiling-wards. Taking a handful of shower gel, she began to soap herself and turned to Steph, who quickly looked away. “I talked to Cali and she says your wife…..Bella, is it?” Kriss queried, rubbing the lather across her erect nipples and under her arms. Steph glanced up, a little wary about what Cali might have said. “ yeah, that’s right,” she replied. Rinsing the suds off, Kriss continued, “ …she says that Bella wrestles as well. “ “ Yeah..sort of. Why?” “Well… uh.. it’s just…..,” a little embarrassed, Kriss turned into the shower stream, her large, wide and shapely ass jiggling unselfconsciously .” Well my wife’s the same and…..well… she and I having been looking for a couple to take on in a tag match; nothing too serious, just a bit of fun. I was wondering if…..?” Kriss left the question hanging there, coyly watching as Steph leaned back to rinse her hair, arching her head back into the shower stream, her massive tits jutting forward and rivelets of soapy water cascading down her stomach and over her shaved pussy and thick thighs. “ I’ll ask her but she’s not so much of a wrestler, more of an enthusiastic catfighter.” This news seemed to peek Kriss’ interest even more. “Even better. Look, if you’re both into it, message me. We can all have dinner…get to know each other and then discuss arrangements for the match,” she paused, her hand now travelling south over her stomach, unconsciously rubbing and washing a neatly trimmed dark triangle of pubic hair.” If you’re interested.” Letting the shower turn itself off automatically, Steph grabbed her towel and began to pat herself dry. “ I’ll talk to Bella tonight and message you to let you know.” She turned towards the changing room. “What’s your wife’s name, by the way?” Kriss smiled, stooping slightly as she massaged her thick, curved thighs. “Reena….it’s Reena.”