One final time!
Part 2
By Joebur68

( Recap: A ‘friendly’ tag team match is underway between the teams of Steph and Bella and Kriss and Reena. So far, no team has gained any real advantage and the two ‘rookies’ of the teams- Reena and Bella- are about to face off for the first time as the African American beauty has been dragged to the opposition corner by Kriss, who has tagged in her wife .)

As Kriss held the leg upwards, the Latino Amazon ran forwards, grabbed the held foot and jumped the length of Bella’s lying body, wrenching at the sinews and tendons. Bella yelped , her hands wrapping around her hamstrings as she writhed on the mat. Just like her wife, Reena wasted no time. Lifting the targeted leg, she stepped over it and trapped it between her thick, caramel thighs before continuing her rotation. The spinning toe hold – simple but effective as Bella was finding out first hand. Grimly, Reena began to push at the trapped shin, twisting the knee against its natural plane of movement. “Submit?” she queried to her fallen victim. “No! ..No!.. Aaahh” Bella’s defiance was being tested by the twist, her efforts to sit up thwarted with every new pulse of pain.
From across the ring, Steph looked on helplessly. This was almost as bad as the Cali fight when she’d been forbidden from interfering. If Bella could just get to her!
Across the ring, Reena released the lock but held onto the foot. Time to weaken Bella’s resolve. Pushing the leg back towards the African American Beauty, Reena dropped her knee into the extended muscles behind the thigh. Again, Bella howled and thrashed, try to break free. Her frantic movements had once more unleashed her huge breasts from the blue triangles of latex but she was in too much discomfort to notice. Reena did notice but rather than pass comment, put her efforts into getting the other women to quit. Still holding the foot, she now lay it flat to the mat and dropped, this time into the side of Bella’s hurt knee. As Bella continued to cry out, Reena moved to her endgame. Rising to her feet, she re-asserted her spinning toe hold then dropped to the mat, pulling at the trapped knee. But as soon as her butt hit the floor, Reena leaned forward, grabbed Bella’s left leg and pulled it towards her. With consummate confidence, she crossed the left leg over the ankle of the trapped right and hooked the left foot under her own right. Bella had propped herself up and was trying to wriggle her pretzled legs free but there was no chance. Reena looked at her new friend, smiled regretfully and then pushed her own left foot into Bella’s newly twisted left knee; a heart-stopping Indian Death Lock. Bella’s eyes bulged in agony and her mouth stretched into keening scream. She slammed herself back into the mat, her now-sweat drenched boobs shuddering in impact. This was too much. “I quit, I quit!” she screamed, pounding at the mat. Straight away, Reena released the hold and backed off, leaving Bella curled up in a heaving ball, clutching her knees to her chest.
Slowly, painfully, Bella uncurled herself, her long black ringlets of hair plastered to her face, and, through the tears of pain, looked around frantically. Reena had backed in the corner and was waiting. “It’s OK, Bella,” she reassured her. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.” This was, after all, a friendly albeit competitive match. Hobbling to her feet, Bella flexed her injured knees, trying to ease the aches. It was then she noticed her uncovered breasts. She was about to try and tie together the ripped strands of latex until she noticed that, on the apron, both Kriss and Steph’s tops were ripped, torn and useless. Making eye contact with Reena, Bella pulled the remnants from her chest and tossed them out of the ring. Was this a challenge? Reena smiled and nodded appreciatively. Ah well, when in Rome….. Not flinching from the stare, Reena, with deliberate slowness, reached up behind her back, pulled the string and let the scarlet material fall; her succulent, honey-coloured breasts fully exposed, gleaming in the light with their mixed coating of baby oil and sweat. “That’s better,” she breathed, flexing slightly to make those gorgeous mammarys dance and jiggle. “Shall we?”
The two combatants approached, Bella wincing slightly with each step. She knew that she had to act now before Reena targeted her knees again. Taking the initiative, Bella dived forward, catching the Latino woman in the midriff with a modified spear. As the air was knocked out of her, Reena collapsed onto the ground, holding her already tender stomach. Subtlety was never Bella’s strong point and this was reflected in her wrestling style as she dropped ass first onto Reena’s mid-section. Gasping in pain, the statuesque Latino jack-knifed, straight into a front face lock.
On the apron, Steph almost punched the air in delight. Bella was using a move that Cali had almost finished her with. Right on cue, the African American Goddess wrapped her long, thick legs around the struggling Reena and locked in the scissors. As Bella began the squeeze, Reena could do nothing but cry out from under her tormentors arm. To compound the move, Bella leaned forward, compressing Reena’s already trapped neck even further. The guillotine choke that had almost knocked her out in the match against Cali was far more effective in her hands; her larger bulk crushing down on the trapped woman’s airway. “Come on, Reena!” roared Kriss from the ring apron, clapping to encourage, “You got this!” but it all seemed in vain. From her dominant hold, Bella could feel the full body shudder that signified oxygen deprivation. This was her moment! She bore down even more, her huge tits swelling up over the ensnared woman’s shaking shoulder, her dark brown nipples unapologetically erect and hard. “ Do ..you..give.. Reena?” she grunted through the effort. There was nothing except a deep, gurgled groan for a few moments – Reena was resisting for all she was worth but it was no use. Bella’s choke hold had sapped her completely and, after all, she was five years out of practice. Feebly, she slapped against Bella’s drenched back three times to signify her submission. As before, the hold was instantly released; both women collapsing into groaning heaps in the middle of the ring, their respective partners bouncing on the ring sides, imploring them to get up.

Shakily, Bella rose to her feet. As elated as she was for securing the submission via a seated guillotine choke hold, she couldn’t let her concentration slip. She needed to try and press her advantage for at least one minute until the rules allowed her to tag in the fresh Steph. But what to do? Bella didn’t have the in-ring training of the other three, being more of an instinctive catfighter. Steph could see her wife’s indecision. “Keep her grounded, Bella,” she yelled across the canvas. “Don’t let her up.” Nodding, the African American beauty grabbed the ankles of Reena, who was still lying flat on her back, nursing her injured ribs and neck. As the Latino Amazon’s legs were raised perpendicular to the canvas, Reena instinctively covered her scarlet latex clad pussy, fearing a vicious assault on her sex. Luckily for her, it wasn’t that kind of match….yet!
Keeping the feet raised. Bella drove a hard knee into the back of Reena’s thick, muscular right thigh, just above a taut fleshy butt cheek. The skin rippled with the impact and Reena yelped in anguish. Climbing back to her feet, Bella repeated the move to the other leg with exactly the same result. Reena tried to reach to protect the target area but the angle of her legs had her back stuck to the canvas. All she could do was peer over her vast cleavage at her tormentor, try to withstand the pain and wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
Confidence growing, Bella started to formulate a plan. Twisting one hand over the other, she force Reena onto her front. Releasing the right foot, Bella held Reena’s left in both hands and dropped to her knees. Quickly, she shuffled up along the left side of the Latino, pulling the held foot upward. Continuing forward, Steph overtook the foot so it was held in an over-head grasp behind herself. Grunting and straining against Reena’s resistance, Steph slowly and relentlessly pulled the foot over her own right shoulder, wrenching the whole leg to an unnatural lifted angle.
Pushing her heaving chest as far from the dampened canvas as she possibly could, Reena tried to swallow a cry. Her lower back was on fire! The muscles at its base were bunching and burning as the leg was lifted further backward. Her massive tits gleamed like burnished brass as the stress and pain caused the sweat to pop all over them.
From her vantage point, Kriss found herself in the same dilemma that Steph had found herself in during the Bella/Cali match up – worry and concern for her tormented wife but admiration and appreciation of the tormentor. Admittedly, the grappling duo presented a breath taking tableau – the squirming, straining Reena; her ocre skin shimmering with the sheen of sweat, her face screwed up in discomfort, her long lacquered plait hanging over her shoulder and lying between her heaving breasts: the dominant Bella, kneeling up with her hands clasped just above her right shoulder, her café crème skin shining in the harsh light, massive, dark-nippled tits lifted and proud, her soft stomach pulled tighter, the latex briefs hugging so tight across the pelvis that her pussy’s outline was clearly visible. Taking a fortifying breath, Kriss quickly reasserted her alliances. “Come, on Reena. Fight it, fight it!”
Buoyed on by her wife’s encouragement, Reena again pushed herself upwards. She tried to pull herself forward with slight success. Although Bella’s grip was secure, Reena was now able to twist ever so slightly to her left, putting her opponent within arm’s reach. Blindly, the Latino Amazon lashed backwards, hoping to catch Bella in the stomach. For weeks afterwards, when the women would get together, Reena would still protest her innocence about what happened next. Her flailing fist was lower than intended and hit Bella straight in the crotch. Unintentional but effective. Dropping Reena’s foot, Bella sank onto her heels, her hands cupping her pussy; her long, ringleted hair falling forward over her hunched torso.
Wincing at the pain in her thighs and lower back, Reena knew she should make the tag but her pride needed a little payback. Stumbling slightly, Reena positioned behind the still stricken Bella, grabbed the African American beauty’s arms and pulled them back behind her, simultaneously pushing her knee between her opponent’s shoulder blades. As her arms were cranked further and further back. Bella’s chest thrust forward, her gorgeous boobs wobbling slightly with the pressure of the hold. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Bella tried to pull back but the knee grinding into her spine was so uncomfortable!
For Reena, it was just like the old times – just like her battles against Suzi and Jakki back in the day, just like the brutal war she’d had with her wife on the night they’d met. This euphoria encouraged her to try something new, something she’d seen posted on Insta. Withdrawing her knee, Reena pulled Bella’s wrists together and, quickly changing her grip, swung her left leg over the pinned arms. Utilising one of her main attributes, Reena lowered her large, rounded ass onto the top of Bella’s shoulders, pushing the African American beauties head downwards while lifting her gripped wrists up behind her. A pained gasp from under her sumptuous butt told her that, yes, this certainly was successful as a move! Clearly it wasn’t going to force a submission but it was going to sap the already tired Bella even further. Determinedly, Reena pulled at the trapped woman’s arms, the muscles in her upper arms and shoulders tensing, her huge breasts pushed together and upward, and she sank lower onto the shoulders below.
On the apron, both partners watched on anxiously. Kriss clenched the top rope in frustration. Why the fuck hadn’t Reena tagged when she’d had the chance? It’s fine at the moment but the momentum could swing at any time…. Across the ring, Steph leaned over the ropes, vainly trying to reach for the tag. Bella was clearly running out of steam. If only she could make the tag.
Back in the ring, Reena decided to change up a gear. Releasing Bella’s twisted wrists, she delivered a swift butt drop, her large ass flattening Bella face first into the mat. Reena was now sat on the African American Amazon’s mid back, facing down her body. Twisting, the Latino lovely scooped up Bella’s chin and slid her right calf underneath. Then, as Bella’s throat nestled in the back of her knee joint, Reena sat back. Eyes bulging in this new choke hold, Bella’s head was scissored between the meaty thigh and bunched calf of her dominant opponent. Surely this was the end?
Confident in her control of Bella, Reena could be forgiven for relaxing slightly. Also, this was a ‘fun’ match after all so she wasn’t fully committed to hurting the woman. Perhaps this was why she didn’t sit back fully or hook her own foot to crank up the pressure. Whatever the reason, as Reena rested her hands on her silky thighs and breathed deep, recovering breaths, beneath her sumptuous butt, Bella was raging!
Although she was held fast by the clamped leg of Reena, Bella was blazing with fury. She was sick to death of being the punching bag, the victim, the jobber in this match. She had burned with a desire to prove to them all that she could hold her own and if that meant using underhand tactics well so be it; after all, wasn’t she a catfighter? With steely determination, she twisted her head just enough that a nice, thick chunk of latino thigh was within mouth range. At the same time, Bella’s hand snuck up the bulging hips of her captor and scooped up the side strap of Reena’s scarlet latex bikini bottom. With as much force as she could muster, Bella bit!
With a squeal, Reena lunged forward as her victims teeth gnashed at her leg. This was just what Bella had planned. Not only did it release the pressure around her neck but the Latino’s skimpy bikini bottoms ripped with the escape. As she scrambled to her knees, Reena was momentarily distracted by her need to try and secure her torn panties. Bella was not going to extend the courtesy shown to her earlier on during her own wardrobe malfunction. As Reena looked down at her hips, Bella sprang forward, grabbed Reena’s left arm and rolled backwards, pulling her Amazonian opponent on top of her. As Reena’s head landed on Bella’s stomach, the catfighter swiftly wrapped her long, thick thighs around her opponent’s shoulders, trapping Reena’s head and outstretched arm in a triangle choke. Fuelled by the desire to prove herself, Bella rocked back and squeezed, taking pleasure in seeing the smushed face of Reena slowly start to redden. She also couldn’t help but take a little pleasure from the feel of Reena’s slick breasts bouncing against her raised pussy.
Between the thick, soft thighs, Reena knew that this was trouble! If she didn’t get out of this quickly, she’d pass out. She could already feel herself slowing down. Well, if Bella was going to take short cuts then so was she – turn around was fair play, after all! Knowing that Bella’s thighs were too round to reach around, there was only one option. Worming her right hand between her own tits, she felt the thin layer of latex that covered Bella’s defenceless crotch. Without hesitation, the Latin Amazon clamped on a claw hold. As with the bite, the reaction was immediate. Bella skittered backwards, releasing her hold and escaping the hold, while cupping her throbbing sex. Looking back at Reena, who was rising to all fours, Bella was enraged to see her blue bikini briefs clutched in the other woman’s hand.
“Oh, shit!” breathed Steph from the ring apron. She’d seen that look in her wife’s eyes before. Bella was about to go full nuclear! And from the look of dismay on Kriss’ face, Reena was clearly about to blow too!
With a howl of absolute fury, Bella flew at Reena, who charged forward, ready for war. Both nude women crashed together in the centre of the ring, their naked breasts slapping against each other, both women stripped bar their wrestling boots and knee pads. Yelling and spitting, the enraged pair ripped and clawed at each other – handfuls of hair were pulled, stomachs and thighs were kneed, expletives were hollered. As they tumbled to the floor in a frenzied heap, Reena found herself on top. Straightaway, both women homed in on the obvious target of their opponent – the large, unprotected tits. Both sank their talons in and began to twist and dig at the soft, pliant flesh, screams of rage and pain echoing through the deserted gym.
However, before either could do any serious damage to their opponent, the warring women were pulled apart. Kriss dragged her snarling, struggling wife off of the equally angered Bella, who instantly rolled onto her knee, ready to spring only to find her way blocked by her own pissed off wife. “What the fuck are you doing?” roared Kriss at both women, her teacher-tone instantly halting the catfight in its tracks. “This is meant to be a bit of fun. What are you thinking?” Chests heaving and breathing heavily, neither of the chastised women could answer. “Fuck’s sake! Right – that’s it. You’re both disqualified. Get out of the ring!” “What? But…” both started to protest but Kriss clearly wasn’t changing her mind. “I don’t care what you do – stand and watch, hit the showers or carry on your little spat out in the carpark. GET OUT OF THE RING!” All anger now replaced by sheepish embarrassment, Reena and Bella slunk out between the ropes, electing to stand at the ringside, albeit at opposite sides. Now aware of their state of undress, both sheepishly tried covering themselves as best as possible.
Back in the ring, Kriss was slowly regaining her composure. Steph was stood in a neutral corner, unsure what to do now. Once she felt calm enough, Kriss turned to her protégé. “What do you wanna do, Steph? Call it a draw or shall we make the last fall a one on one?” Steph paused momentarily. A chance to prove herself against a proper wrestler; against her mentor and friend. It was a no-brainer. “One on one? Yeah – definitely,” she smiled. “I thought you’d agree,” Kriss grinned. "Well – no time like the present.” And with that, the two remaining grapplers began to circle each other……..
To be concluded