Here is the Housewives debut match - in case you missed the first post here is a link
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=43135.msg332986#new Hope you enjoy it!
3 hours later - In the ring
Katya the Cowgirl stood on the ring apron staring over at Arlene the Housewife, wanting no part of the match - the blonde's face sore and aching from being slapped, and her midsection and breasts were aching from the ambush in the dressing room. She watched her partner Tasha slide in the ring, figuring it was far better for her to get things started since she had experience in the league, and hopefully she could handle the two women across the ring. The stunning blonde Hooter’s girl, Tasha, was opening up against Phyllis, and the Housewife wasted no time in getting the match underway wanting to lock up in a test of strength. Phyllis stomped across the ring with her arms out stretched, and the tiny blonde Hooter’s girl slowly emerged from her corner, reluctantly her arms came up in front of her ready to lock up with her charging opponent. Phyllis was already across the ring with her arms overhead, but caught the blonde hottie off guard, at the last second the Housewife lowered her shoulder and sprang forward slamming it into Tasha’s tight midsection.
Tasha gasped, hunching over at the waist, the blonde sucking in air and allowing Phyllis ample opportunity to latch onto her long hair. “Let Go of my haiiiir!” Tasha’s shriek filled the arena as the blonde’s long locks were used like a handle, the attacking Housewife dragging the aching beauty painfully across the mat towards her partner. The blonde’s scream intensified being yanked and pulled over towards Arlene who stood on the ring apron, a punch from Phyllis slammed into her kidney. Tasha’s legs buckled from the surprising attack and Phyllis pushed forward towards her partner who was waiting in her corner with a small bottle of some kind in her hands. Using the blonde’s hair to guide her, Phyllis dragged the Hooters hottie towards Arlene, and the Housewife began lining up the blonde’s face directly in front of the bottle. Arlene snickered, “Time to freshen up…you smell terrible slut!” Tasha was clueless and her eyes were staring directly at the small bottle, which suddenly released a stream of fluid shooting onto her face. An instant burning filled the blonde’s eyes as Arlene pumped down on the small bottle of what appeared to be perfume, spraying it a second and a third time, the entire blasts covering Tasha’s face, the stinging liquid dripping into her eyes.
“My eyes! I can’t see!” Tasha wildly began screaming, her vision blurry, but the Goddess got no relief as she was suddenly flipped through the air and painfully snapmared to the canvas. Laying on her back in the center of the ring, the blonde's hands shoot up to her stinging eyes desperately trying to wipe away the remnants of the perfume. Tasha was panicked, and her eyes unable to focus on anything, the lights of the arena looking like massive glowing orbs. Phyllis backpedaled into the ropes, and the Housewife watched the referee who was checking on Tasha, before she began reaching inside of her robe. Arlene’s right hand came free with a quick flash of metal, and the Housewife hurriedly had something concealed up her sleeve as the ref turned back around a second to late to see the foreign object. Dropping back a few feet, Arlene hit the ropes, and using the momentum, the charging Housewife came rebounding towards the center of the ring. Phyllis leapt up into the air and executed a picture perfect body splash down upon the blonde’s prone body, knocking the wind out of Tasha, her legs flying up in response to the jarring impact.
Still upon the blonde, Phyllis straddled her opponent’s tiny waist and began sliding the metal object from the cuff of her robe into the palm of her hand and whispered, “Such a pretty face…it’s a shame it won’t look so good when we get through tonight…but I am sure a slut like you doesn’t only rely on her good looks!” From her position on the other side of the ring, Arlene began yelling at the referee until she had his attention. Arlene was screaming and began sliding into the ring, causing the ref to run over to her, the stripped shirt man yelling and escorting her back between the ropes. Perched upon her prey, Phyllis positioned her back to the striped shirt man, pulled her sleeve upward and out slid a metal fork dropping down into her right hand. Tasha was struggling to breathe, her fingers still pawing at her burning eyes when the blonde suddenly felt an intense burning pain in her forehead. “What the fuck!” Tasha yelled as pain flared, the metal teeth of the fork jabbed down into her tender flesh. “Time for a face lift cxnt!” the sick Housewife yelled, driving the fork deeper into flesh and then Phyllis began turning her wrist trying to rip the blonde’s skin apart. Tasha shrieked in pain, the Housewife sitting astride her smiling as the fork spun around, “I hope you like your new look!” Phyllis continued taunting the trapped beauty who bucked to break free, while across the ring Arlene was still distracting the referee, every few seconds pretending she was going to come back in the ring.
Katya watched from her corner, scarred and watching her partner getting brutalized so far, the Cowgirl not sure if she should enter the ring. Tasha’s feet pounded the mat, and her arms tried to snake free from the Housewife’s pinning hold, but the blonde couldn’t slow the grinding of the fork as it tore apart her aching skin. “Stooooppp…it hurts!!!!!” The Hooter’s gal’s screams suddenly intensified, Phyllis began using the fork like a saw, going back and forth over tender flesh, grinding and raking over the beauties burning skin. Wildly, Tasha’s body thrashed in place on the mat for each pass seemed like it was ripping apart her skin. Back and forth the metal fork was ravaging the blonde’s flesh, and finally the referee left Arlene and came over to investigate the screaming wails of pain filling the air. Phyllis saw the striped shirt man approaching and slid the metal fork in a pocket on the inside of her robe. The referee began investigating why the blonde’s forehead was bright red, yet finding no trace of the illegal attack. Staying atop of the blonde, Phyllis grabbed the back of Tasha’s leg and pried it upward going for a quick pin only a brief minute into the match. The ref was a second slow beginning the count still looking for some sign of an illegal object and his hand slapped the canvas, once, twice and then the busty blonde Hooters Girl finally kicked out just as the hand was coming down a third time. “You should have ended your suffering know if you knew what was good for you bitch!” Phyllis hissed.
Outside the ring, Arlene snuck from her corner perch and slowly crept around the outside of the ring, the Cowgirl still watching the action in the ring. The Housewife was hunched over on her trek across the concrete floor staying below the apron and in seconds was directly below Katya, staring up at her long legs, her fleshy ass barely concealed in the tiny cut off Jean shorts. The Housewife slowly rose and latched onto the Cowgirl’s high-heeled boots. In one swift tug, the blonde was yanked from the ring apron and her body was dropping down to the arena floor. “Time to get you into the action bitch…I did so enjoy kicking your ass in the dressing room!” Arlene screamed at Katya who was on her hands and knees starring at the arena floor, her head hitting the ring apron on the way down jarring her thoughts. The sexy Cowgirl was wondering what the hell had just happened to her, hearing Arlene’s voice, “What I did to you in that room is nothing for what is in store for you now Blondie!” Arlene charges up from the side, rears her boot backward and sends her leg flying forward slamming a jarring kick square into the blonde’s washboard stomach. A whoompf filled the air as the Cowgirl groans in agony, breath stolen, and her body jostled through the air flipping over and onto her back. Katya was left lying flat on the cool arena floor holding her aching midsection. The Cowgirl was suddenly scared shitless thinking back to the beating only hours ago, her head spun around looking for a quick escape but the pissed off Housewife stalked forward and allowed nowhere for the blonde to hide. Arlene raised her thick-heeled boot high in the air and drove it stomping straight down, the hard heel tip slamming into Katya's lower stomach just above her cut off jean shorts. “Leave me alone!” Katya whined, her tender flesh burned in pain and her hands immediately came up to try to defend herself. Arlene was in rage, the Housewife paid little attention to the blonde’s plea for mercy, and her foot rose up and shot downward again this time catching the blonde flush in her belly button. Katya gasped as her stomach burned from the hard heel tip, but the blonde got no rest from the pain. “I am just getting started!” Arlene smiled, and like a well-oiled piston Arlene's muscular leg came up and flew downward again and again, each time the heel of the boot slamming into Katya's suddenly sore midsection.
“Get up bitch!” Arlene yelled at the stunned blonde who soon finds herself dragged upward by her wrist, the Cowgirl suddenly spun around and around as Arlene's grip tightens on her forearm. The Cowgirl spun awkwardly, blonde hair covering her face; Katya was barely able to keep her footing in her sexy boots as she is spun in a tight circle. Katya's body teeters and almost topples to the ground, the blonde losing all sense of equilibrium, continually spun around and around. Arlene never slowed her spin and the Cowgirl tried jerking her arm free but was helpless as she was spun in a wide circle. “Yeeeee hawww Cowgirl” Arlene yelled, finally released her grip and sent the stunned hottie flying forward. Katya groaned in agony as her lower spine slammed into the steel crowd divider, the wind shooting from her frame leaving her stunned and standing limp against the metal divider. Before the Cowgirl could even register a defense, the Housewife sprang into action and charged forward. Arlene leapt in the air, her booted feet slamming into the blonde’s breasts, the jarring impact sending Katya’s spine jarring into the unforgiving metal divider. Arlene rolled off the ground and was shocked to see the Cowgirl hanging in the air, her body was totally off the ground and balanced on the steel rail, both hands clutching the top of the metal divider. “Time to take the trash out!” Arlene grabbed onto the blonde babe's boots and heaved up, Katya’s body sliding off the metal divider and landing painfully on her upper back on the concrete floor, on other side of the metal rail, the crowd going wild.
Inside the ring, the Hooters gal was fighting through the pain, Tasha used the momentum of her kick out and the blonde rolled to her hands and knees, sucking in air on all fours, desperately trying to clear her vision, her eyes still burning and barely able to focus on shapes. “Leeeettttt go!!!!” Another shriek of pain echoed in the air as Phyllis had two handfuls of hair and began yanking the busty beauty off the canvas. Freeing one hand from Tasha’s hair, Phyllis reared back and fired an elbow slamming right into the blonde’s bright red forehead. Tasha’s head shot back in response, and Phyllis ripped forward on the blonde’s hair yanking her painfully in place a second time. With her hand still entwined in the Hooters Girl’s hair, the Housewife’s free hand flew back and blasted into the blonde’s washboard stomach. The stunning gal hunched over at the waist and was gasping for air, her long disheveled hair covering her face. “I don’t even know why you are in this league you no talent slut!” Phyllis yelled, sliding her right arm up and then under the blonde’s neck, squeezing her head tightly in place against her body. The Hooter’s girl was pinned alongside the Housewife’s torso, then Phyllis fell backward allowing gravity to drive the blonde face first into the canvas in a ring shaking DDT. “My heaaadddd!” Tasha wailed, her already aching forehead was hammered against the mat and her hands flew up to massage away the pain as she lay on the mat kicking her feet in pain. Phyllis was already on her feet, and the Housewife ran across the ring, slapping her partner’s outstretched hand, tagging her partner Arlene in.
Arlene slid through the ropes, charging into the ring, not giving the aching blonde any chance to recover, pulling Tasha up to her feet by the wrist. Phyllis was still in the ring and grabbed onto Tasha’s other arm, each of the Housewives’ securing a tight grip and together they sent the dazed beauty into the ropes. Tasha’s body slammed into the ring ropes, and then shot back towards the center of the ring right into a perfectly executed double dropkick; Phyllis’s feet slamming into Tasha’s bountiful breasts and Arlene’s boots slamming into her ribs. Groaning, Tasha’s body flew backward and fell back down to the canvas, the Hooter’s girl breasts aching and her ribs throbbing. The referee ran over and began escorting Phyllis through the ropes while Arlene went back on the attack, grabbing onto Tasha’s ankle. Arlene positioned herself over the aching beauty, “Let’s see how much pain you can take slut!” The Housewife began tightening her grip on the blonde’s ankle and then twisted her foot outward. Pain flared to life in Tasha’s leg as her foot was bent unnaturally putting pressure on her knee, and the aching beauty wildly began pounding the canvas, begging for help that wasn’t coming as the blonde looked for her partner – the corner vacant. Arlene held tightly on the blonde’s leg, the Housewife moving her body along with Tasha’s thrashing and she evilly twisted outward, the stunning beauties screams filling the air.
Tasha grew scared hoping the Cowgirl didn’t desert her, but finally the blonde beauty looked down and saw her partner outside the ring on the arena floor, the Cowgirl holding onto the metal crowd divider in obvious pain. The Hooter’s Hottie was straining and failing in her attempt to break free, and the blonde again screamed out as her ankle was twisted unnaturally. Arlene began tiring of the hold and gave one final jarring twist on the blonde’s ankle, and still holding on for dear life, the Housewife dropped down to the mat. An ear-piercing shriek of agony filled the air as Arlene held the blonde’s ankle, the Goddess’s leg bending unnaturally outward at a gruesome angle. Thrashing like a fish out of water, Tasha was wailing in pain, but Arlene kept up the attack and focused her efforts on inflicting some serious damage to Tasha’s aching leg.
Tasha’s partner Katya finally climbed onto the apron, and slowly slid in between the ropes, concerned for her partner’s safety, but the referee got right in her face. Arlene stood up, still holding Tasha’s ankle and began tugging and dragging the blonde over to her corner, the Hooter’s girl laying prone on her back, flat against the canvas. Seeing the referee still distracted with Katya, Phyllis slid in the ring with an over sized metal cooking pan. Tasha’s leg was stretched out, Arlene holding on to her ankle, allowing Phyllis ample time to step up from the side, and slam the metal pan directly into the blonde’s twisted kneecap. A dull thud echoed out, followed by a scream of pain as the blonde’s leg twisted awkwardly in response to the gruesome shot, the metal cooking pan already flying back up into the air, while the blonde thrashed in place on the canvas. “Walking is overrated anyway…you are going to look good in a wheel chair!” Phyllis taunted the aching beauty. Tasha’s hands were wildly pawing at Arlene’s hands, the Hooter’s girl somehow trying to pry her aching leg free before permanent damage was done. The blonde Hottie was clueless to Phyllis who stood to the side of her, the metal frying pan cocked back and then the Housewife suddenly stepped up slamming the flat end of the metal pan directly down upon Tasha’s forehead.
Like a sack of bricks, Tasha collapsed to the canvas, the blonde having no clue where she was, her hands came up to her forehead, and she curled up in the fetal position. Phyllis slid out of the ring with the metal pan, just as the referee restrained Tasha’s partner Katya, and the stripped shirt turned his attention back to the action. Running over to Tasha he looked on concerned, the blonde lay on the mat barely moving, a small trickle of blood ran in between the wounded blonde’s fingers, a few droplets of blood dripped down on the canvas. “Ref stop the fight…this slut probably has STD’s and AIDS…I can’t risk catching anything!” Arlene yelled, and the clueless ref looked on, having no idea what had just transpired. Suddenly he had his hands full again as Katya saw her partner lifeless and bleeding and decided to charge back into the ring. The ref tried to restore order, but the Housewives’ were already on the move. Phyllis ran over to her shopping cart, grabbed a wooden plunger and began climbing the ropes, in seconds the Housewife was perched on the turnbuckle while Arlene dragged Tasha’s lifeless body over a few feet towards her awaiting partner. Holding the plunger perpendicular to the ground, Phyllis yelled out, “Look out below!” and leapt from high above. The Housewife went flying through the air holding the wooden end of the plunger downward and then gravity did the rest. Phyllis hit the canvas just as the wooden end of the plunger was driven flush into Tasha’s right breast. “Oh GOOODDDD!” Tasha’s mouth flew upon and her face contorted in response to the hellacious impact as pain exploded in her breast, the wooden plunger literally flattening her implant against her breastbone.
Phyllis sprang back up to her feet, still holding the plunger, while Tasha wildly kicked the canvas sobbing in agony and cupping her aching breast. “My Gooddd….my breast1” the blonde sobbed in pure pain. The Housewife went back to work, and the plunging end of the plunger covered the blonde’s model like face, and Phyllis went to work like she was attempting to unclog a toilet. The rough material of the plunger went back and forth over Tasha’s already sore, and slightly spit open forehead, the blonde pawing at the wooden handle to no avail. After a few more seconds of grinding the blonde’s face, Phyllis flipped the plunger upside down and then drove the wooden handle down blasting into the aching blonde’s forehead. Tasha screamed in agony, and her hands came up to her forehead somehow trying to alleviate the pain filling her entire body, the gash in her forehead dripping a few more droplets of blood onto the mat. Arlene ran over and grabbed the plunger, and slid out of the ring, just in time as the referee finally got Katya out of the ring. The referee turned back to the action, watching as Phyllis reached down and began dragging Tasha off the mat by the wrist. A tiny trickle of blood coated Tasha’s once flawless face as the wooden plunger seemed to open the small cut up on her forehead, the blonde’s hair sweaty and disheveled now covered the rest of her bright red face. The Housewife had no trouble securing a grip on the Hooter’s girl wrist, and Phyllis quickly spun around and then flung the aching beauty into the ropes.
Tasha hit the ropes, rebounded back to the center of the ring right into a perfectly timed drop kick. Phyllis’s feet caught Tasha’s breasts and the power packed dropkick sent the blonde shooting back down to the mat, cupping her aching mammaries. The wind shot from Tasha and she got little chance to rest as she was pulled upward again by her long hair. Tasha winced, the blonde violently hair hauled upward, spun around by the wrist and then sent right back into the ropes. Phyllis got a running start, and leapt in the air just as the Hooter’s Girl was coming backward off the ropes. Tasha was crushed to the mat by the flying clothesline, and Phyllis jumped right back up to her feet listening to the screaming crowd. Phyllis wasted no time and pulled the stunned beauty right back up and sent her yet again shooting into the ropes. This time Phyllis stood in the center of the ring, waited until the blonde hit the ropes, then dropped her upper body downward and flipped the rebounding Tasha over her hunched over shoulder.
What a move! Tasha flew through the air and painfully landed on her ass, the blonde now lay spread eagle and lifeless in the center of the ring. Katya shouted encouragement to her aching partner, but this match looked long over already. Phyllis caught her breath while she dragged Tasha back over to her corner and tagged Arlene back in on the action. Arlene slid in and never slowed, leaping in the air and body splashing down onto Tasha’s prone body. “Unnnghhh!” Tasha groaned, her feet flew up in response to the jarring impact that took her breath from her, and Arlene latched onto the back of her thigh. The referee slid into position and quickly began his count, but Arlene’s head was suddenly hammered by a kick from the sexy blonde cowgirl Katya. Tasha’s partner saved the match as the blonde lay on the canvas, the referee screaming at the Cowgirl for the interference and tried to get order as Phyllis charged back in the ring. All four girls were in the ring, but not for long as Phyllis already had two handfuls of Katya’s bleached blonde hair and was throwing her through the ring ropes. A scream filled the air, followed by a thud, as the blonde landed chest first on the cold concrete floor, the jarring impact knocking the life from her.
Phyllis slid between the ropes, and leapt down from her perch on the ring apron, ready to go at the Cowgirl. Katya was just getting to her knees, when Phyllis’s foot reared back and slammed into her ribs. “You had to interfere…are you that fuckin stupid to want this beating to continue?” The blonde groaned and her body rolled in response to the jarring kick that left her side aching. The next kick was on its way, and the blonde saw stars when the Housewife’s foot crushed the side of her face. “Not that we plan on stopping when the match is over…me and Arlene have a special surprise for you dog!” Spittle flew from her mouth and the blonde found herself sprawled chest first on the cool arena floor wondering what hit her. Another kick hammered home, and Katya’s eyes were glazed, the Cowgirl seeing stars trying to stop her spinning head. Phyllis quickly ran back to her shopping cart and grabbed the big metal frying pan, the Housewife climbing onto the ring apron. Tip toeing, Phyllis slid between the ropes and approached the ref from behind, the stripped shirt man still busy checking on Tasha. The frying pan reared up in the air then a clang echoed out, the referee’s skull taking the blow, dropping him down to the mat in lala land. Phyllis wasted no time, frying pan in hand, the Housewife slid back under the ring ropes leaving Arlene and Tasha inside the ring, with the ref sprawled on the canvas. Placing the frying pan on the arena floor, the Housewife helped herself to two handfuls of bleached hair and dragged the aching beauty to a standing position.
“My haiiiirrr!” Katya’s scream fills the air as the blonde is dragged over painfully towards the steel steps leading up and into the ring. Trying to slow the forward momentum, the Cowgirl can do little, and Katya is helpless as her face is hammered down into the metal steps. A booming thud echoes in the air, and pain floods her damaged face. Still with two handfuls of blonde hair, Phyllis repeats the move again, the enraged Housewife slamming the blonde’s face into the steel steps. “Let’s see how hot you are when I get done fuckin you up bitch!” Phyllis hissed, and the blonde screams, unable to defend herself as her hair is violently pulled up and then her nose is driven into the steps a third time. Katya’s eyes fill with tears, and the crowd is going crazy, the busty Cowgirl now being dragged towards the first row. Phyllis still has two handfuls of hair, and the Housewife rears back sending the blonde flying face first slamming into the steel crowd divider. Katya crumples to the ground holding her aching face, the blonde sobbing on the floor, writhing in pain. Walking back to the metal frying pan, the Housewife stomps back over with a two handed grip on the pan’s handle. Katya was barely stirring, and was clueless to the impending attack as the flat end of the pan flew through the air and plowed into the back of her head.
Katya lay on the arena floor not moving, the crowd was going crazy watching the Housewife toss the pan to the floor and continue the attack. Phyllis spun the lifeless beauty over, and began fiddling with the blonde’s barely there cut-off jean shorts. “Let’s see what you got under her slut!” Phyllis joked. The button offered little resistance, and the Housewife began sliding the shorts over the blonde’s long slender legs. Fans were chanting and yelling, Katya left in her sexy cut off cowgirl shirt, bright white thong, and high-heeled Cowgirl boots. “This is going to look great next to the dress Arlene stripped off your skanky ass!” Phyllis smiled walking the blonde’s shorts over to her shopping cart, apparently the Housewife were starting to collect souvenirs. The near naked cowgirl never stirred, and things looked bleak for the blonde as Phyllis was walking back to her with a leather belt in hand. “Get you’re boney ass up slut!” The Housewife grabbed onto Katya’s limp wrist and hoisted the blonde off the arena floor, but before the blonde could crumple to the ground, the Housewife righted the toppling beauty. Pushing her forward, Phyllis quickly shoved Katya’s upper body over the metal crowd divider, Katya’s upper half was on the other side of the steel, her ass sticking suggestively in the air. Phyllis saw a woman sitting in the front row, only a few feet away, the Housewife began yelling at her to grab onto the blonde’s wrists.
Katya was unaware of her surroundings, the fan in the front row secured a grip on each of her wrists holding her frame in place, and Phyllis stepped back with the leather belt in hand. Long tan legs ending in meaty ass cheeks, parted by a bright white sling shot thong seemed to be the target, and the Housewife raised the belt while yelling at the fan to hold on tight. “This should hurt plenty bitch!” Phyllis yelled, while the belt sped through the air, a loud CRACK echoed out, followed instantly by an ear-piercing shriek of pain. “My asssss!” Katya’s eyes flew open, and her hands instinctively wanted to go down to her now on fire ass, yet her wrists were held in place. Katya had no idea where she was, and before she realized what was happening her other ass cheek burst in pain. The blonde shrieked as her ass cheeks were bright red, but the Housewife was far from done. “Let me go…please!” Katya pleaded with the fan, she didn’t have enough strength left to pull her arms free, and her now tender ass was slashed again. Tears coated her eyes, a black make up trail streamed down her flush cheeks, as her ass was hit a fourth time. “Eat a cheeseburger once in a while…you need some flesh on you skank!” Phyllis hissed. The sling shot thong did little, and side-to-side her hips slid in place, but her raw ass took a fifth hit from the wicked leather belt.
The now sobbing Cowgirl finally got reprieve, pulling her arms free from the fan, and the blonde slid to the arena floor, the cool concrete doing little to soothe the burning pain in her blistered ass. Katya could barely sit in place, her ass feeling like it was torn open, but the Housewife wasn’t done yet. Phyllis wrapped the belt around the blonde’s neck and began pulling her weakened opponent upward. “Can’t breathe…please…no!” Katya’s eyes bulged, the blonde unable to draw breath as the belt was cutting off her supply of air. Her arms flailed for a few seconds, before her hands came up and began wildly pawing at the thick leather. Katya could do little, her face now bright red, and her legs unable to support herself, the blonde found herself going back down to the arena floor. Phyllis smiled over the beauty, “Don’t worry…if you go nighty night now, Arlene and I will promise to take extra special care of you baby doll!”
Inside the ring, Tasha was beginning to crawl up to all fours, and Arlene leapt in the air and drove an elbow into the rising blonde’s lower back. Tasha was on the mat, her leg not responding and the crowd suddenly screamed in anticipation as Arlene latched onto the base of her Hooter’s top. “Well…since Phyllis got a souvenir of her own…I want one!” Arlene mumbled while securing a grip and then the Housewife began tugging upward. The bright white material offered scant resistance to the violent pulls and tugs, and in seconds Arlene was holding the blonde’s Hooter’s top, the crowd wildly yelling in appreciation of seeing the blonde’s big fake tits. Running towards the ropes, Tasha tossed the blonde’s top into her cart, and turned her attention back to the aching beauty that lay chest down on the mat, her hands cupping her exposed breasts. Charging forward, Arlene’s booted foot hammered into the back of Tasha’s head and her aching face slammed down into the canvas. Tasha groaned, and was flipped over onto her back, her exposed breasts flopping around on her chest, each orb glistened in the arena lights, neither having a tan line anywhere, and her nickel sized nipples slowly began standing. “You fake titted slut! Maybe you’ll learn some humility when you can’t walk from the arena tonight!” Arlene hissed as she latched onto the blonde’s already damaged left leg.
The Housewife spun around, the blonde lying on her mat, clueless to what was about to happen as Arlene dropped to the canvas slapping on a text book figure four leg lock. “My knee! Pllease….pllaseeeee!” The blonde’s upper body bolted of the canvas as pain like no other she had ever felt torques apart the ligaments in her knee. Tasha was frantic as she had no idea what the hell kind of hold she was in, only that she needed to get out and fast if she didn't want permanent damage. The trapped blonde’s breasts shook about on her chest as her upper back came off the mat, pleading, “It hurts…stoppppp!” Arlene smiled, “It’s supposed to hurt cxnt! We don’t want you walking!” Tasha didn't know any better and tried lunging forward at Arlene and that turned out to be a huge mistake as her kneecap made a sickening sound as pain shot through her entire leg. The blonde wailed as she collapsed back down to the canvas her leg going numb, her fists pounded the mat helplessly. Arlene reared back adding a whole new level of pain, causing a wail of anguish to fill the air as the Hooter’s hottie screamed mindlessly. Wildly Tasha twisted and turned her upper body looking to get to the ropes, looking for help that wasn't coming, wondering where her partner was.
The aching Hooter’s girl could do little to help herself, and mindlessly she screamed herself hoarse begging for help, pleading for mercy, and yelling for Katya to save her. “That’s a good bitch…scream!” The Housewife paid no attention to the blithering blonde's wails but only kept the pressure up on the dreaded figure four. Tasha didn't know how long the torment would go on, how long she could stay conscious, or how much more her knee could endure before it snapped. The blonde just shrieked but the pressure continued building, threatening to snap a ligament any second now. Tears continued streaming down her flushing cheeks as her head shook wildly about, a small trail of blood dripped from the tiny cut on her forehead, her lips quivering in pain as her situation became bleaker by the second. The poor blonde was helpless as the figure four was entering its second minute. Finally the torment suddenly ended and Tasha lay on the mat writhing in agony, as Arlene broke the grueling hold. The Housewife never let go of the Hooter’s gal leg, and drags Tasha over towards the ring ropes, draping the blonde’s damaged right leg over the middle rope. Arlene holds onto the top rope, leaps in the air and drops all of her weight crashing down directly onto Tasha's outstretched right leg. Tasha lets out an ear-piercing shriek of agony as her leg buckles awkwardly towards the ground, but the middle rope keeps it suspended in the air. “Two working legs are overrated…I will just break this one!” Arlene hisses, and with Tasha’s ankle still on the rope and Arlene again leaps in the air and drops her ass down on Tasha’s thigh, just above her outstretched knee.
Tasha again lets out an awful scream of agony, and finally her leg slides of the rope. Arlene scrambles up to her feet, and the blonde is sobbing in pain on the mat, massaging her aching right knee. The Housewife seems to be far from done and slides under the bottom rope and lands onto the arena floor. Reaching into the ring, Arlene grabs a hold of Tasha's ankles and positions the blonde’s legs around the steel turnbuckle one on either side. Securing a grip on the dazed blonde’s ankles, Arlene rears back driving Tasha's crotch slamming into the steel pole. “My crotch!” Tasha groans in agony, her hands coming down to her aching pussy, while Arlene lets go of her left ankle and with a two handed grip on the Hooter’s girls right ankle, the Housewife slams her inured right knee into the steel post. Tasha screams as a jarring pain goes down her right leg, but Arlene still has her by her ankle and slams her knee into the steel pole, the blonde’s head shoots back to the canvas in agony. Arlene isn’t satisfied and begins slamming Tasha's leg into the pole again and again, the sobbing blonde screaming in agony, as her knee can’t possibly take much more. After eight straight shots into the steel pole, Arlene finally releases her ankle and slides back into the ring, as Tasha just lies sobbing on the mat in agony.
Sliding back in the ring, Arlene grabs Tasha's legs and drags her to the middle of the ring. Arlene keeps hold of Tasha’s ankles and slides the topless beauties shapely legs apart and drops down to the ground, her knee slamming down onto Tasha's crotch. Poor Tasha is broken, the blonde gasping for air, and get’s no rest as the Housewife is back on her feet, now holding onto both of Tasha’s ankles. Spreading her legs wide, Arlene laughs, “On your back, with your legs spread wide, and your crotch wide open….this is probably a regular thing for you slut! But this is going to feel a little different from the pounding your nasty pussy is used to getting” The blonde’s eyes go wide in fear, and before she can say anything, Arlene’s booted foot slams into her exposed crotch. The pain is brutal, and her legs are held tightly and spread wide, the blonde’s crotch stomped again. Five, six, seven stomps and the defeated Goddess seems to have passed out from the pain, Arlene dropping her legs to the canvas. Arlene looks on, shocked that the blonde slid into unconsciousness, yet surveying the scene notices her partner manhandling the Cowgirl outside the ring. “Time for some more fun…don’t bother getting back up if you know what’s good for you cxnt!” Arlene yells and charging forward, the Housewife leaves the lifeless Hooter’s girl lying sprawled on the mat, deciding to have some fun with Katya.
Arlene quickly slides under the bottom ring rope and joins Phyllis in her assault on the blonde cowgirl, Katya. Katya was on the ground, hands cupping her aching face and Phyllis was just dragging the beaten blonde to her feet. Arlene arrived just in time, watching as Phyllis latched onto the blonde’s arm and yanked her to her feet. “No more…” Katya begged, causing Arlene to smile. “Not a snowballs chance in hell…your pain is just starting!” Phyllis yelled, her arms sliding along the blonde’s body then snaking her own hands upward and then behind the blonde’s head, the Housewife pinning the blonde in a full nelson. Katya had no fight left, her arms were suddenly held high over her head, and the Cowgirl found herself trapped outside the ring in a perfect Full Nelson. The blonde’s eyes widen in fear, as Arlene stepped forward, “The referee is passed out…your weak as piss partner is passed out…so that leave just you baby…you get the full wrath of the Housewives!” an evil smile on her face a closed fisted punch flew through the air. The hammering blow slammed in the blonde’s belly catching her just above the thong, and with her arms held overhead she could do little. Katya, who never even saw any of the actual in-ring action, was now getting the stuffing pounded out of her –literally, as the Housewife went to work on her midsection. Her sexy body jostled side-to-side, the closed fisted punches were slamming into her ribs and wide-open stomach. Sexy moans and groans accompanied each grueling punch, and the blonde’s head lolled side to side as she pleaded for release. Phyllis held her tightly in place, while Arlene unclenched her hands a few times, and then started another wave of punches, some hammering the Cowgirl’s girl’s firm belly, while other violent shots slammed into her fake breasts.
Tears streamed down Katya’s flushed cheeks, the Cowgirl screaming for help, while Arlene hammered the blonde’s belly and breasts unmercifully. Arlene was relentless, the Housewife out to make a statement as she continued to batter the blonde’s torso. Katya’s head lolled side to side; occasionally a moan escaped her quivering lips, specifically when a punch hit her ample breasts. Arlene took another breather, her knuckles aching from all the punching, and the Housewife smiled, “Let’s show the fans what ya’ got hidden here slut!” Latching onto the Cowgirls tiny top, the Housewife swiped it clean off the helpless Goddess in one pull. What a site to see, the tan blonde beauty’s body was completely displayed in the Full Nelson, left in a sling shot white thong, and high heeled Cowgirl boots, her luscious breasts were exposed as the blonde wasn’t wearing a bra. “Jesus…both of you sluts are filled to the brink with silicone!” Arlene said, staring at an even bigger set of fake tits than Tasha’s. The crowds roar was at an all time high, the trapped Goddess’s bountiful bosom glistened in the arena lights, and Arlene turned her attention to the twin delectable targets – the Housewife going back to attack mode. The blonde desperately tried to squirm free of Phyllis’s grip, but she didn't have enough strength or energy left. Arlene playfully smacked the bottom of Katya’s right breast, “Blondie you have no idea how much more pain you in for today!” the breast flesh finally stopped bouncing when Arlene continued talking, “But this I promise, this body won’t look nearly as good when we done fuckin it up Bitch!” and the Housewife fired a stinging smack across Katya’s left cheek.
The blonde’s head shot to the side, her pleas filling the air, but Phyllis held on tightly and Arlene reared back and let a backhand fly through the air smacking Katya’s face on the opposite cheek, the blonde’s head rocked to the side, her long hair flying outward. A hard punch flew through the air and landed home flush in the blonde’s belly catching her just above her crotch. The wind left her and she wanted to crumple back to the arena floor but was held upright. Then Arlene stared at Katya's heaving, breasts and laughed, "You call those saggy watermelons tits? Hell, when we get done, your boobs may actually resemble real boobs ‘cause we’re going to pop these fake fun bags!" Arlene reached up as to enforce her point and latched onto Katya’s right breast. “Oh no…not my boob…pleasssse!” Back and forth Katya whipped her head side to side pleading as Arlene’s nails gouged into her tender orb. The torment only lasted a few seconds, but the blonde go no relief, for Arlene suddenly had a twinkle in her eye, “Hold this cxnt tight!” she yelled.
Arlene stepped back and put both fists in front of her lightly tossing a few punches into the air, like she was a boxer about to enter a bout, “That gave me an idea…how about those boobs…they need some attention!” the Housewife stepped in rearing back with a right fist already cocked and flying that landed square on Katya's left breast, instantly flattening it against her chest. Katya’s mouth hung open in agony as her breast was crushed against her chest bone, the meaty flesh flattening like a pancake. The second punch was already on its way and this was a nasty uppercut that hit home perfectly on the underside of the blonde’s already aching right breast, causing it to shoot up, almost smacking her in the face and then jiggle about her chest. Sobbing like a baby, fighting the pain that the blonde thought would never end, Katya begged for release. Arlene began a new wave of closed fisted punches, and this time they were much more refined – the sick Housewife now singling out and targeting the blonde’s ample bosom. Phyllis held the blonde tightly in place and the pummeling began. Arlene’s fists flew through the air, and Katya prayed her precious implants didn’t explode. Katya's once perfect breasts were pounded, each time a thud echoed out followed by an anguished cry. The blonde finally got her reprieve when her sweat soaked near naked body slid free from Phyllis’s hold, the beauty having no idea what part of her aching body to cover.
The duo converge on the aching cowgirl, and pushing the blonde to the ground, begin to slam violent kicks and stomps flying down hammering into Katya’s aching body, and the Cowgirl girl can’t even begin to defend herself form the sudden onslaught. Sobbing in pain the blonde stunner’s body is plastered with wild kicks and life sapping stomps. Her midsection, back, and thighs are slammed painfully, the crowd screaming and chanting wildly as the blonde’s body flops around like a fish out of water. Finally Phyllis calls the brutal attack to a halt, and bends down latching onto the blonde’s hair while Arlene runs back to the cart. Arlene rummages around for a few seconds and smiles ear to ear walking back with a small leather dog collar and leash. Phyllis follows suit and heads over to the cart grabbing a large can of what appears to be dog food, the Housewife ripping off the lid and then dumping the contents in a big plastic bowl.
Katya barely stirred, and Arlene smiled, “I need a new dog!” the Housewife sliding the collar around the blonde’s neck. “Let’s see if you can follow some commands…I need an obedient dog!” She joked, the dog collar now wrapped around the blonde’s neck, the Housewife sliding then clipping it in place before attaching the leash. Katya's was completely oblivious to what's happening to her, the collar tightly in place around her neck and secured to the leather leash. The crowd is going crazy watching the sexy blonde being humiliated, and Katya is slowly dragged up off the cool arena floor, the blonde refusing to believe the predicament she is in. The Cowgirl begins begging to be released, but Arlene jerks tightly on the leather leash while Phyllis returns to the action with the bowl of dog food tossing it on the arena floor. “We need to fatten up that boney skank ass bitch…you have to eat more!” Phyllis joked. With a violent yank on the leash, Arlene hissed, "Open up Bitch!" Katya’s luscious red lipstick coated lips were pressed tightly shut, and her head shook meekly back and forth a few times. Phyllis bent down, grabbing a handful of the brown gooey slop and threw the hardly edible food in the blonde’s face. Most of the food sailed wide of the blonde’s face, and that seemed to enrage Phyllis even more as the Housewife stomped over to the cart, while Arlene held tightly on the leash. “I said I need an obedient dog!” Arlene tugged the blonde forward and Katya was suddenly on all fours, her head hovering over the bowl. Phyllis came stomping back over holding a metal rod of some kind, with a few long leather straps attached to the top. “I said eat up Bitch!” Arlene yelled and when the blonde refused to obey Phyllis decided to teach her new pet some obedience.
Standing behind the blonde, Phyllis raised her arm and brought the rod snapping through the air, the attached leather straps opened and then each painfully bit into the blonde’s already ravaged ass cheek. The Cowgirl shrieked in agony as it felt like her meaty cheek was ripped open, the intense pain causing her hands to come back and caress her raw derriere. Losing patience, Arlene screams, “Open up NOW BITCH!” The Housewife grabbing another handful of the sloppy dog food, and yet the blonde’s lips stay sealed. Arlene sniffles and spits a wad of phlegm into the food cupped in her hand, while Phyllis had the rod cocked back and flying forward. The tips snap into Katya’s right ass cheek and the blonde howls in agony, her ass on fire, and that was just what Arlene was waiting for. With the blonde’s mouth wide open in a shriek, Arlene shoves the handful of spit covered dog slop jamming it completely in the Cowgirl’s face. The sexy blonde gags, still on all on fours as she begins spitting out clumps of the brown slop. Arlene can only look on laughing, before tormenting the aching Goddess even further, “An ugly bitch like you should bark like the dog you are!!! Bark BITCH!” Katya can’t believe what is happening to her, the sobbing blonde just stares at the arena floor, her long hair covering her make up streaked face. “An un-obedient dog! I said BARK you deaf cxnt!” Phyllis looks on with the rod ready to fly, watching her partner who appeared to be having difficulty making Katya comply with her commands. Bending at the waist, Arlene delivers a nasty open hand smack slapping Katya’s cheek, screaming, “Bark you fuckin Bitch!”
Katya is totally defeated and the sobbing blonde’s will is broken, the once proud Goddess meekly begins to bark. The crowd in the front that can hear the blonde’s soft barks begin going crazy, and after a few seconds, Katya finally stops. Arlene grabbed the leather rod right out of her partner Phyllis’s hands, and stomped over to the berated beauty. The rod goes up and then streaks through the air, the tips painfully slashing against Katya’s exposed lower back. Enraged, Arlene hisses, “I didn’t say to stop barking you dumb cxnt!!! Now fuckin’ bark you dirty Bitch!” Katya’s head shakes in disbelief and she timidly begins barking, while Arlene hands the rod back to Phyllis before bending down and grabbing her leash. A nasty tug on the leash, and Arlene begins walking the blonde around the ring, Katya forced to crawl along on all fours like a dog, timidly barking while being led towards the fans. The crowd is going wild, the Goddess humiliated as Katya is being led around the outside of the ring scrambling to keep up. A few more seconds into the walk and the Cowgirl’s arms give out, the blonde crashing chest first to the arena floor gasping as the leather collar bit into her neck.
Arlene looked confused for a second, then laughed, “Oh…poor doggie…doesn’t have any strength left…we better get you some more food!” Jerking on the leash Arlene changed direction and begins dragging Katya’s limp body along, the blonde’s eyes going wide as the collar is choking the life from her. Arlene pulls violently on the leash struggling to drag the gasping Goddess along, the Housewife heading back over towards the bowl of dog food. Phyllis stands over the bowl, spits in the food as Arlene drags the aching hottie inches from the bowl. “Let’s go dog…eat up…you need your strength!” Arlene’s comment barely registers, until Katya’s eyes go wide as Phyllis is looming over her with the leather rod, the blonde desperate to not be whipped again slowly pushes her aching frame off the cold concrete. Arlene smiles, watching Katya crawl back to a kneeling position, “On all fours dog! Start eating your meal!” Katya had little choice and was about to grab a handful of the brown slop when the leash jerked upon her neck, Arlene hissing, “Dogs don’t have hands you dumb cxnt! Without your hands dog!”
Katya slowly gets down on all fours, her thong covered ass sticking in the air, both cheeks blistered red and raw, the blonde just can’t bring herself to do it. Her face hovering over the bowl, she slowly shakes her head side to side. Phyllis chuckled, “That is some disobedient dog you have Arlene, let me help train her!” Without missing a beat, the rod streaks down and the tips exploded into the blonde’s ravaged ass cheeks. Katya shrieks mindlessly, "You’re a stubborn bitch aren’t you…now EAT!!!” Phyllis yells as she slashes Katya's ass yet again, and unable to take the pain, Katya on all fours, lowers her face down into the dog food as her tongue slowly sticks out the broken Cowgirl begins to lap up the dog food.
The crowd is going crazy watching the sexy blonde, Katya’s tongue slowly gobbling up small chunks of the repulsive gruel. Arlene bends down and spits in the food again, the beaten blonde can only close her eyes as her face goes back down into the food. Katya’s mouth was wide open, when Arlene’s foot slams down into the back of the bleach blonde’s head, mashing her face into the dog food. The mush covers the blonde’s face and hair and Arlene yanks back on the collar, both Housewives laughing at the slop covered hottie. The crowd began screaming as Monica, one of the leagues best Jobbers, came running down the aisle towards the ring, the scared brunette grabbing a steel chair immediately getting the Housewives’ attention.
Monica, who was still sore and aching from getting her ass kicked in a match earlier in the evening desperately hoped not to have to engage with the sick duo and brandished the chair menacingly. Arlene ushered Phyllis towards the opposite side of the ring leaving Katya in a heap on the arena floor, pointing at the chair wielding brunette, the Housewife vowed, “I won’t forget this bitch!”
Monica swung the chair, “Fuck you, you sick fuckin bitches!” The brunette screamed, brandishing the chair at the Housewives. The Housewife Phyllis didn’t back down just yet, and Monica swung the chair again, then quickly cocking it back and tentatively stepping towards the Housewife. Arlene and Phyllis stood at the base of the ramp, the fans going crazy for the duo, everyone praying they would go at the brunette hottie Monica. Phyllis shook her head and yelled at the chair wielding brunette, “You are gonna pay slut! When you least expect it…we’re going to get you!” The beautiful brunette Monica was scared shitless, having watched Katya and Tasha get put through hell, but she raised the chair and stood her ground. “We’re the new force in this league…you won’t know when it’s coming Monica…but this show is nothing compared to what is going to happen to you!” Phyllis screamed. The fans were chanting for the housewives to go at the brunette, but slowly the duo walk back towards the dressing room having made more than a statement in their debut match. Katya and Tasha were another story as Monica was forced to help both beauties back to the dressing room.
Hope you enjoyed it
Karsa Orlong
