[Brandiprowstls]

Okay so my bestest writing buddy Jenni N and I did this match together. It was a real marathon project, a bit of an indulgence for both of us to tell the truth. Then, when it was all finished we talked about publishing it somewhere. We know it’s a bit long (and this is just the first fall of a best of three falls grudge match!) but we thought we would give it a go here. We know some of you enjoy a good long read and this sort of thing is your thing too!  So here it is, fall number one.   



Brandi: 
You access the ‘Peaches ‘n’ Cream Club’ from down a narrow alley, walk along almost to the end and on the right there is a steep narrow staircase with a big heavy metal door at the bottom.  Knock on that door and a spy hole opens. If you’re lucky you get in.  But maybe if you’re even luckier you don’t.
Once inside you find yourself in a huge basement with several rooms.  There’s what passes as a changing room, a toilet, a bit of a kitchen with a hatch which sells disgusting hot dogs and burgers, stale chips and popcorn and watered down booze and out of date beers.  Then there is a large main room with two smaller side rooms off it.  The whole place is poorly lit with fluorescent lights, some of which flicker annoyingly. 
In the middle of the main room stands the focal point of the whole place, the wrestling ring.  Purchased cheap from a small wrestling fed that went broke it dominates the room.  The filthy mat oozes odours the fill the club with a musty, musky sweat smell, whilst the rickety faded red ropes and turnbuckles will just about support high risk top rope action which some of the girls attempt with varying degrees of success.  Metal chairs are arranged randomly around the ring for the punters to sit on and the girls to use on each other.  The floor around the ring like the rest of the whole place is cold hard filthy concrete.
Not much of a place I know.  But it’s all mine.  My little queendom. And I rule the girls with a rod of iron. The wrestlers here are down on their luck pro gals, glamour wrestlers, wannabes and has beens. Most are here because they need to make money but some are here because they just love pro wrestling.  The girls get paid an appearance fee and the winner gets the rights to the after match tips, which can be considerable, especially if a punter wishes to go into a side room with her.  I never question what goes on in there.  As long as the girl pays the room fee to me, it’s none of my business.  Wednesday night is match night with five or six matches on the card.  These are then streamable and the girls involved get a small percentage of the income.  Other nights feature the odd match and girls can do private matches with punters, either in the main ring of a side room, again no questions asked. 


So all this was ticking over nicely when Kimmie came to the club and stole my heart.  Her pretty elf like emo looks, perfect little athletic body and her feisty spirit meant I fell for her hard.  Not much of a wrestler but a spirited jobber who was prepared to pay her dues and was learning all the time under my expert tutoring. She had a certain innocent quality about her too even though we had been fucking like sex starved otters since our very first meeting.
What’s wrong with all this? I hear you ask.  Absolutely nothing of course.  But then another girl arrived to try out, a bitch called Jenni.  A good wrestler who I knew vaguely from the circuit.  Sexy too, great body and a perfect ass.  At first I was pleased to have her on the roster.  Her matches went down great with the members and sold well as streamables.  But then I noticed how Kim looked at her, how she got all excited when she wrestled and how she was constantly hanging around her.  I tried to get rid of Jenni then but it was too late.  She was thick skinned, stubborn and her popularity made her position secure.  She made it quite clear to me that she intended sticking around. So then I tried starving her of matches, making out other girls on the roster needed a chance.  This lead to a furious argument between me and Kimmie who knew what I was doing.  When I refused to change my booking policy Kim said that she would wrestle Jenni then!  I was horrified. I hadn’t seen that one coming. I tried to back track but she wouldn’t listen and before I knew it Jenni was facing my girl in a mid card match.

Now I think a word about club wrestling rules is needed at this juncture. All matches are topless with girls wearing just thongs/bikini bottoms/tight trunks and wrestling boots.  Some girls like to wear hose and others go bare legged.  Two submissions/pin falls are needed to take the match.  Sexual action is encouraged so forced orgasms (slut outs as the girls call them) count as a submission. Rules are pro style, although because the girls referee each other’s matches they aren’t applied consistently with resentments and rivalries keeping things pretty loose, which seems to suit everyone, not least the members.

So those were the rules as Kim and Jenni faced off, my girl in blue, Jenni cheap skanky pink.  You can imagine how awful I felt as I watched Jenni dominate from the bell.  She worked Kimmie over real bad before forcing an orgasm from her with her signature stretch muffler/three fingers in the pussy move, which had my girl spurting like a fountain. The winning pin followed soon enough.  Poor Kim as out on her feet as the bitch got in behind her and flipped her over with a beautiful German Suplex, bridging hard to keep her opponent folded over on her shoulders for the 1..2..3!  Jenni released right away, went to Kimmie and sat her up to check if she was okay before kissing her passionately on the lips.  It was when Kimmie began kissing her back that I snapped!  I rushed into the ring, dragging Kim away from the nasty whore and then yelling:
“That’s it!  That’s fucking it!  I’ve had it with you Jenni!  We need to settle this once and for all!  So I challenge you to face me in this ring next week!  In a grudge match!  With the special stipulation: Loser never never gets to wrestle here again !  What do you say, bitch?  Are we on?!?!”



Jenni:
The 'Peaches 'n' Cream Club' what a dump this place is.  Run down.  Old equipment.  I'm pretty sure you get tetanus just from walking into the place.  That massive steel door.  What do they think they got in here, gold from Fort Knox?  This was the answer to where would I shoot third rate pornos in the least attractive part of the city on a budget of negative seventy-eight dollars. Normally you wouldn't catch me anywhere a place like this, but when a girlfriend of mine told me how much money she brings in from the matches to the back room shenaxxxxns I had to check it out.  She was absolutely right, this place was a pit, but it paid.  Especially for me.

I have been wrestling different circuits over the years, making a name for myself...or trying.  Most promoters couldn't get past my body.  On one hand I can't blame them, I'm the total package, but I'm much more than my looks in the ring.  The fans appreciated my work in the ring, though I'm sure the miniscule attire helped.  But despite getting the crowd all riled up, promoters enjoyed keeping me on the midcard.  Can you believe that, the nerve of some people, I'll never sleep with them again.  Most of the girls on this roster hadn't wrestled in a major promotion or at least not in this decade.  It was like taking candy from a baby, only it was giving orgasms and submissions to wannabees and never was-es.  So  why put your body on the line night in and night out on the hopes for some scraps from the head table when I can work over all these girls to the delight of the crowd and their filthy yet fairly full pockets.
Things were going pretty well for me.  I was an instant hit with the fans.  I mean, how could I not be with a face, body, and ass like this.  They loved seeing me going to work in the ring and even more the work I put in behind closed doors after the event was over.  You know you are doing something right when everyone wants you. One everyone in particular was a cute little thing named Kimmie.  Kimmie made up for her lack of wrestling with pure spunk and an engine that I'm sure ran on nitrous oxide and red bull.  Kimmie was sweet, but she was no dummy so of course she fell for me, I mean, I made the whole arena do it night in and night out.  And I guess I fell for her too.  Hey, you can't blame me for that, there was something about this girl, she wad different, she was special.  We would have had something special if it wouldn't have been for that bitch Brandi.

Brandi, the "owner" of the club.  I have no idea how she came to own this place.  She either slept with someone who knew someone or she just happened to have fourteen dollars in her pocket when they were getting ready to demolish this place.  Either way, she was in charge and she had no problem reminding you about that.  That's not the bad part, I've worked with horrible owners and promoters before.  No, the horrible part was she and Kimmie were together.  Now normally this wasn't a problem, I don't shit where I eat and work and personal things mixing is almost certainly a recipe for disaster.  But somethings.  Somethings you can't fight.  I couldn't and neither could Kimmie.

At first it was just glances between one another in the dingy locker room.  Then we started slipping out behind the bleachers and cheap metal chairs to watch each other's matches.  She didn't win much, but you had to admire her spirit, that girl gave her all and then some out there every time she got in the ring.  I on the other hand was putting on a show most nights which led to her asking me questions here and there as we got dressed and headed to our cars.  It built until she asked me out for a drink to talk about how she could improve her skills.  She wanted to learn and I loved her enthusiasm and drinks led to dinner and those led to randomly ringing my doorbell one night.  I shouldn't have let her in, but it's far too late for that.  That night we talked and laughed and traded more stories about our lives....and then we kissed.  It was once and she left quickly afterwards.  But we were never the same.  The glances now held something different.
I never knew if she told Brandi, but I got the feeling she did when the "boss" started taking my matches from me.  Started to relegate me to the midcard like had happened so many other times.  I wasn't happy, but I understood.  Kimmie on the other hand was not. "She can't go on treating you this way, it's not fair!" She told me on the phone one night.  "I'm going to fix this." she said.  Kimmie had spunk though I didn't think that would work on Brandi.  So it came as a complete shock when I found out I'd be wrestling Kimmie.  "You sure you want this hun?" I asked, "The fans love it when I give them a wicked show.  Are you sure you want me to do that...to you?"  Bless this fucking cutie, she did.  She wanted me back to doing what I do best.  How could I say no?  The match was exactly what she asked for.  What we all knew was going to happen, me throwing her blue thonged butt all over the ring.  She had said that she would hate me if I didn't treat her like every other wrestler here so begrudgingly that is exactly what I did.  I gave her my signature moves, my orgasm finisher.  The crowd loved it.  I couldn't wait for the match to be over and as the ref counted the pin and called for the bell I hugged her tight.  I put her through the ringer and I wanted her to be okay with it all.  It was a mistake.  The moment our eyes met our lips followed and the crowd went wild.  Brandi went ballistic.  Screaming and yelling as she ran down to the ring.  Shoving me away and snatching up Kimmie in her arms.
I saw red.  For the first time since I got here I really wanted to hurt a bitch. She didn't understand and I was sure she didn't care to.  The fans eating all of this up like it was some sort of written angle, which honestly would have made a pretty decent storyline in most leagues.  But this was far more than that.  "Oh we are ON!" I screamed back at her.  "But this grudge match is going to be for real.  No slut outs to win a fall.  No KO's, you aren't going to pass out on me." The fans roaring as they wait to hear more.  "Both of those things are legal, but they aren't ending this match.  I'm going to punish and humiliate you over and over again.  And then!  And only then will you submit or get pinned by me." I hiss, wanting to up things as you have named the ultimate stakes for our match.  "What do you say bitch?!" Glaring at you as you clutch Kimmie tight. "As many Os and KOs as we can force.  Submissions and pins only.  First to two wins, loser never gets to wrestle here again."
YT



Brandi:
After I have spat out my challenge to you, I stand there, shaking with fury, clutching Kimmie tightly to me as if to say, “Awww honey, what has that nasty bitch Jenni done to you?”  I’m waiting for your reaction to my proposal but I’m also noticing how for the first time ever Kimmie is recoiling from me a little as I hold her, almost as if she doesn’t want you to see the connection between us, the heat we feel together.  And suddenly I’m starting to think that maybe that kiss just then, right here in the ring, at the conclusion to what I have to admit was a great match between you two, might not have been the first time you two have gotten up close and personal together.

I’m starting to feel a little sick at the thought of this when you come back at me with your counter proposal, not happy with just accepting a challenge issued to you, but trying to upstage me in front of Kimmie and the crowd like the fucking cocky little bitch that you are!  No Os or KOs huh?  Well that suits me fine.  Some girls love and fondle their way to a win.  Others get the W via face sit or choke out and it’s over real quick for the loser.  But neither of us want either of those.  We want to hurt and humiliate. We want the other one to be forced to accept who is the better woman and for them to say it in front of everyone, especially Kimmie!  And only screaming her submission or being pinned flat on the mat will do it for us so your rules are perfect.

I’m just about to respond when I feel Kimmie flinch in my grasp once more.  I’m raging mad at her.   How could she betray me like this?  With YOU of all people!  So I decide to add one last ingredient to the explosive mixture that will be next week’s main event.  I know I shouldn’t do this.  But I can’t stop myself. I let go of Kim and she steps away, just one pace, eyes flitting back and forth from me to you, unsure what to do next, torn between us.  That makes me even madder.  Just WHAT is there to think about?  Why is being such a silly little slut all of a sudden?

“Okay,” I say, my voice thick with emotion, “I accept your rules.  No Os or KOs.  Submission or pinfall only.  Loser leaves.  But there’s one more condition.”  I look at Kimmie.  “I think our special grudge match needs a special guest referee. I want her to officiate.”  Kim looks in horror as I gesture towards her with my hand.  Then I look at you and smile grimly.  “Kimmie gets to accept the agonised submissions. Kimmie gets to count the humiliating pinfalls.  Kimmie gets to declare the winner.”  I pause for a beat, to let that sink in for both you and her before I go on.  “So, do we have a deal bitch?”


Jenni:
We're standing in the middle of the ring glaring daggers at one another.  The fans are going crazy like this is some kind of spot.  Truth is, this would be a mother of a spot, but it's the furthest thing from that.  Kimmie looks absolutely mortified, but Brandi and I are both in overdrive now. You stand there clutching Kimmie while you contemplate my offer.  Will you accept multiple orgasms if it keeps you in the match?  Do you think you can submit or pin me twice in one night? Do you even dare to try? I don't have to wait long for your response and it's a dozy.  Kimmie's eyes are as big as mine as you drag her into this.  The fans further losing their minds as you announce that she should be the guest referee.  I don't want to do this to her.  It never should have come to this in the first place.  But if I back out now it doesn't fix anything.  "We..." I pause, the fans screaming before I can even finish the sentence. "have a deal." I say staring at her, trying not to make eye contact with Kimmie, not sure if I can hold it together if I did.


Brandi:
I stare at you grimly as you accept the terms of our grudge match, including the special referee.  Then I just turn on my heels and slip thru the ropes, leaving the ring as the shocked audience buzz excitedly. Kimmie scuttles after me but I don’t pause and almost shut my office door in her face as I open it and enter. She slips in after me, breathing hard.
“Surely you’re not serious?” She says.  “Surely you’re not making me go thru with this?”
“Oh I most certainly am!” I snap back at her.  “Don’t you think I haven’t worked out what’s been going on between you two?”  She looks at me all wounded but she’s not denying it!  “Well it has to end.  I want that bitch in the ring.  And I want you in there too, all up close and personal when I kick her slutty ass!  Because YOU have to take some responsibility for what happened too!  When it’s done we can go back to how it was.  Before she came in and ruined things!  Jenni is nothing!  You deserve better than her!  I just need you to see that when I break her right in front of you.”
Kimmie says nothing.  She just looks at me, a shocked expression on her pretty face, tears welling up in the corners of her blue eyes.  Finally she blurts out, “I can’t come home with you tonight.  I can’t be with you until all this is settled. When you two have had your stupid grudge match perhaps we can talk.  But I’m staying with a friend for now.”
Now it’s my turn to be shocked.  I almost accuse her of running to Jenni but I don’t want to sound that desperate and I doubt if she really is anyhow.  So I just nod solemnly in resignation and understanding.   She turns for the door.  Then has one last try.  “I’m so worried you two are going to hurt each other and…”
“Only one of us will be getting hurt I promise you!” I interrupt. Kimmie smiles ruefully, shakes her head and without another word slides out the door……

A week later I’m back in my office.  Well I say office, more like a cupboard with a tiny desk. But it’s a good place to get changed for the match, allowing my opponent to have the changing room (another cupboard).  All the other matches on tonight’s card have finished and there is a fifteen minute break for people to do…well whatever they want to do in what is a pretty wild place at the best of times but tonight there is a frisson about the place that is like electricity.
The nerves are definitely kicking in now.  I always see that as a good thing.  I like to feed of the adrenaline and then convert it into ferocious aggression to produce the violence and mayhem I’m gonna bring down on my opponent. And tonight is going to be the mother of all violence and mayhem for that bitch Jenni.  The thought of her and Kimmie together churns my stomach and whips me into a fury which I can barely contain.  That’s good!  Feed of it!  Use it!  Channel it!
I’ve already changed into my gear.  I’m wearing a pair of black leather boy shorts with a little zip front.  The zip is obligatory according to club rules on attire to even things up with those girls who choose to wear just a thong.  I have chosen the shorts tonight though because I intend using my signature face pin finisher at some point and the tight black leather material helps with the smother effect my big curvy ass has on my hapless opponent. I’m also wearing a pair of knee high black patent leather wrestling boots.  My long dark hair is loose and hanging down my back.  My make up is heavy and sultry (well slutty actually but ‘dirty nasty slut’ is exactly the mood I’m in tonight!)

Suddenly there is an abrupt knock on my door.  They’re ready for me in the ring.  I slip on my well worn, high waisted, black leather biker jacket, the one I have used as a ring jacket for most of my wrestling career, as I like to keep my 36Cs covered up until I reach the ring where I unveil them to the crowd for maximum effect.  Then I give myself one last check in the mirror and a quick primp of the hair before I step out into the club’s dimly lit, humid and oppressive atmosphere and make my way to the ring.  Some of the regulars wish me luck or make a lewd comment as I pass them.  Normally, I would play up to them with mock shock or anger, but not tonight.  Tonight I only have one task on my mind and I need to keep my head in gear for it.  I reach the ring and hop up onto the apron, sliding through the ropes with accomplished ease, the product of many years in the business. Kim is already there waiting, looking hot as Hades in her tiny striped referee’s top and black wet look leggings.  I give her a little tentative smile but she doesn’t smile back.  She looks tense, tauter than a violin string, and I wonder just how successfully she will be able to control us two when we lock up, full of hatred and fury.  Still, no matter.  It’ll be over all the quicker and she’ll be back in my bed by tonight.  I step into the corner, the one that faces the door so I’ll be able to see you come in.  I lean back on the worn leather of the thinly padded turnbuckles, drape my rims along the faded red ropes and wait for you to show your ugly face.


Jenni:
I feel as if I blinked and it was next week.  It seemed like Brandi and I were just in the ring shouting at each other and now here I am standing in this cupboard that she calls a changing room. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.  I normally don't get the jitters before a match, especially not here.  All I have to do is walk out in my tiny pink thong and my knee high pink wrestling boots and the fans swoon.  But this time I have full on nerves, Brandi has been wrestling as long as I have if not longer and the word on the street is she is a dirty vicious slut in the ring, and that's not to even mention Kimmie now being dragged into all of this.  I don't have too long to dwell on this as there is a shout that I'm on.  I take a quick look to make sure I haven't screwed up my makeup, thankfully it still looks perfect, like the rest of my body.

I take one more deep breath before stepping out into the cold air.  The fans giving me the attention my looks and skills deserve, whistles, catcalls, and comments that would make a normal person blush deeply.  Maybe it's a defense mechanism, but I immediately act as if this is any other match.  Swaying my hips, my firm cheeks jiggling and swaying, my 36Cs on display as I wave and blow kisses to the crowd.  Getting them even more riled up and getting me thinking about them and not the current situation for a few seconds.  Jumping up onto the apron, the crowd on their feet as I give them my patented entrance, bending low, my bubble butt jutting out towards the drunk rowdy fans, giving the ropes a nice long bump and grind, before slipping through them and into the ring.  I come face to face with you and our special guest referee and the jitters come rushing back.  I can't look at Kimmie, I hate that she's here.  I try to ignore you both as I move to corner, stretching and limbering up for the match.



Brandi:
I scowl at you when you come into the room.  And you ignore me which makes me scowl even more.  Then there’s the skanky way you enter the ring, sliding through the ropes so provocatively, getting a huge pop from the crowd.  Now I’m wearing the mother of all scowls and I’m ready to explode.  You’re still pretending I don’t even exist and Kimmie is stood there looking unsure as to what to do next.  She should call us to the middle to run over the rules and stamp her authority on the situation but she’s just looking at us both timidly and for some reason that makes me even madder. 
The final straw in fact.
I rip my leather jacket off and clutching it tightly in both hands I rush across the ring when you are stretching out as if you didn’t have a care in the world.  Well this will give you something to worry about, you flirty, airhead bitch!  I throw my leather jacket over your head and wrap it up tight across your face, wrapping my left arm around your neck in a kind of rough dragon sleeper, arching your backwards as I drag you out of the corner.  As we go, our wrestling boots clomping on the rickety ringboards, I bring my right arm up and around smashing forearm blows into your pert nicely presented tits as the quiver and jiggle in front of me.  “Take it, Novelli!  UHH!  UHHN!  UURR!” Grunting with each blow, my arm landing on its target each time with a satisfying smack!

Kimmie is in quickly though, all over us, not timid any more.  “Break it up!  Break the hold, Brandi!  Wait for the bell!”  To add to the confusion, the brainless, half sozzled timekeeper thinks he hears “Ring the bell!” And begins clanging away to signal the start of the match!  The crowd are laughing, cheering and jeering as Kim forces us apart, prying my left arm from your neck so that you tumble onto the mat.  I swing my right leg around to boot you in the ribs as you hit the floor before Kim shoves me back to the ropes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Brandi?” She yells at me, getting right into my face, her perky little tits in the low cut referee top jutting up into mine.  “Do you want me to disqualify you?  Because I will you know!  Don’t think that just because I love you, I won’t DQ your ass right out of this damn ring!”
“W…what did you just say?”  A wave of emotion washes over me and just the wrong emotion for this particular moment in time.  The start of a torrid grudge match with my rival down on the floor somewhere behind me and absolutely boiling mad because I just Pearl Harboured her real good is not time time to explore your girlfriend’s feelings for you!
“I…I don’t know what I said,” Kimmie stammers.  “I don’t know what I feel. I think I love you both.  I’m so confused…”
I’m just staring at her, oblivious to the fact that the bell has rung, oblivious to my opponent somewhere behind me, oblivious to the ripple of gleeful vicious excitement that has just gone through the audience…
Yt


Jenni:
Tugging on the ropes, bending and stretching, trying to blot out the noise of the crowd, trying to focus on something other than the two of you, which as it turns out is a huge mistake. "whaaaa" crying out in surprise as your leather jacket falls over my face, wrapping around my head, arms windmilling, reaching for the ropes as you jerk me backwards out of the corner.  "Uggghhhh...Ugggghhhh..Ugggghhhhh" moaning against the leather as your forearm slams against my tits over and over again, flattening them before sending them bouncing to the delight of the crowd.  My sexy body bent backwards and in big trouble before Kimmie intervenes. 

**DING DING DINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG**

 Her words are a bit muffled with my head encased in leather, but she doesn't sound happy.  I'm finally set free, but not before toppling to the mat and getting a boot hard in my ribs.  Grunting and moaning as I rub my sore body.  Finally pulling your jacket off of my face staring up to see you and Kimmie chest to chest, glaring and screaming at one another.  I take a deep breath and then another, neither of you seem to notice me here and I need to capitalize on that.  I push up off the mat, rushing to you, wrapping my arms around your waist, my body pressing firmly against yours, my chest mashed against your back as I turn quickly on my boots, trying not to waist anytime as I pull us away from the ropes.  Grunting as I try to lift you off your feet, trying to hit you with a German suplex and steal an early pinfall.

YT


Brandi:
“How can you love us both?  That makes no sense.”  I’m babbling away, all emotional, when I see Kimmie’s face change.  Her eyes bug out wide and she yells, “Jenni, no!  Not yet!  The match hasn’t…..”
Now it’s time for my eyes to bug out wide too as I feel you clamp yourself onto me, your bare tits pressed hard to my back, your arms wrapping tightly around my waist as you furiously drag me backwards.  My boots scrabble on the mat as I try to stay up and then they leave the floor altogether as you gut wrenching me up and over with a lusty gurgle of effort.
“Oh shitttt!” I gasp, looking at Kimmie helplessly as I flip over backwards. Her face is helpless too, helpless and almost apologetic.
“UUHNNNN!”  My stomach churns as I’m hurled up and over before the  back of my head hits the mat hard and then my shoulders follow, driving the air from my lungs.  I think you have just planted me in a puddle of cum from one of the earlier matches but that is the least of my worries as I lie there, my head throbbing and spinning with no air in my lungs.
Even the perverted morons that make up the ‘Peaches ‘N’ Cream’ crowd can appreciate what a superbly executed German they have just witnessed and leap to their feet with a collective yell of excitement. I’m folded over on my shoulders in a jack-knife pin, legs splayed, the toes of my boots resting on the mat by my head, my big leather covered ass thrust provocatively in the air, whilst you bridge behind me so powerfully, up on your tippy toes, body arched, pink thonged crotch thrusting up to the ring lights, your hot tits now pressed into my lower back as your arms control me for the pin!
I’m dazed.  Shocked.  This could be the first fall!  Luckily for me though, Kimmie has frozen.  Not sure whether this legal, she hovers above us for that vital second, before she makes her mind up and throws herself onto the mat next to my head.
“ONNEEAAAH!  TWOAAAH!”  She’s yelling out the count with alarming speed, her tone of voice matching the urgency of her hand slapping the mat hard next to my ear.  The sound brings me back into the match, my ring instincts taking over!
FUCK! FUCK! React!  Do something!
Lift the legs.  Kick hard to the left.  Twist my torso to the left at the same time. A desperate last ditch effort to kick out!  “UUUGGHHHH!”
Yt


Jenni:
My arms wrapped tightly around your body as I squeeze and lift.  Kimmie trying to stop me, trying to get some semblance of control back after your pre bell assault on me.  My bare breasts mashed against your back as I arch, feeling you trying to resist before you boots leave the mat and your body follows mine.  The crowd gasping, then erupting in excitement as I bring you down across your shoulders, 'Ugggghhhhhhhhhh" grunting as we land, gritting my teeth as I try to keep a firm grip on your waist.  Pushing up on the tip toes of my boots, trying to arch my body in a perfect "C" as I try to keep you folded up and your shoulders on the mat.

"Oh shittttt!" is Kimmie's reply to the mayhem in the ring, standing transfixed as we struggle on the mat.  Maybe she's trying to decide if this even counts since she never called for the bell.  But the bell rang.  Does that count?  Does she need to call for it now?  What the hell is going on?  Whatever she is thinking it lasts a moment before she drops to the canvas slapping it with her hand.

“ONNEEAAAH!"
"TWOAAAAH!”

She raises her hand again, the fans screaming in sheer surprise of what is transpiring in the ring.  I'm grunting as I bend and squeeze, trying to will you to stay down, to keep your legs over your head, your arms out wide.  The pounding of the mat seems to bring you around and I feel your body shifting, your legs lifting off the mat, your body unfolding as you twist and cry out with effort...

"THREEEEEEE!"

Kimmie's hand slapping the mat as you twist and kick out, the fans scream and jump to their feet as the first fall appears to come to an end.  I lose my grip on you as you twist away, gasping from the effort as I turn my attention to Kimmie.  Waiting for her to raise my arm, to show me off to the crowd as the winner of the first fall in this match.  There are so many emotions and thoughts behind those beautiful eyes, but right now she needs to make a decision.
YT


Brandi:
I explode under you, driven my sheer panic and the sudden realisation that I could be one fall down, technically before the match even starts!  Thrusting my legs and twisting, I feel my torso slip free of your grasp and I flop onto my front as you twist away from me as you lose your bridging position.
But did I make it?  Kimmie’s hand came down.  I think I heard her yell “Three!”  OMG!  Novelli got the pin!  I’ve lost the first fall!  We both look at Kim, anxiously as she kneels and sits back on her heels, her face flushed and flustered.  Every pair of eyes in the whole club is on her as she tries to process exactly what just happened.  She takes a few deep breaths, wisely pausing to give herself time to think about her decision…..
“TWOOOOO!  That was only two!” She finally calls out, holding up two fingers to you, me and then the crowd.  She scoots to her feet, looking at you anxiously as you also get up off the mat.  “My hand came down and I called three but Brandi’s shoulder was already off the mat and I just followed through.  It was that close.” She says to you in explanation.  I don’t you how you feel about that, not too happy I guess, but I’m bloody well elated!  “Yesss, that’s my girl!” I gloat, gleefully.
“Oh shut up, Brandi!” Kimmie snaps at me.  “Don’t get any ideas.  This isn’t about you!  This about being fair!  Being fair to both of you!  I have to referee this match as fairly as I can, don’t you both see?  I’m Just trying to get it right is all!”
“Of course you are, Princess!” I grin as I scramble up to my feet and start moving towards you.  “Anything you say.  You just keep calling the decisions like that one and everything will be just right!”  And with that I push past her, duck down and drive hard with my legs, looking to slam my shoulder into your gut and send you backwards into the corner!
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Jenni:
The crowd leaps to their feet as we both kneel on the mat staring at Kimmie as she rocks back on her heels.  The entire room is holding its breath, it almost seems like Kimmie is too.  Her face is so red it could be your lipstick.  She finally raises her hands.

"TWOOOOOOO!"

She yells to a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd (not sure how much they love you here) as she holds up her fingers, showing everyone you managed to escape your fate for now. 

My head hangs as she makes her decision.  She notices my disappointment and moves closer to me, explaining what happened.  I nod, I so wanted you there.  Taking a fall this early in a match would be quite humiliating, it would have been sure to get you off your game, forcing you to be overly aggressive as I would only need one more pin or submission, but instead we are still even.  She has so much concern in her eyes it's hard for me to be mad.  I nod, trying to let her know I understand, that I hope she doesn't think she did something wrong by making this decision as you start to get up, smiling and gloating.  I'm not sure who looks more pissed, Kimmie or myself as we both glare at you. 

It's your turn for Kimmie to talk at, but she's much less kind in this exchange.  The last time I saw her this fired up she was telling me how it wasn't fair that you were sidelining me and giving matches to other girls on the roster to punish me.  She lays into you which gives me time to push up to my feet as well.  The crowd letting out a cheer for Kimmie as she tries to verbally put you in your place, but you play it off as a shared lie about your collusion in this match and before either one of us can reply you slip past Kimmie's sexy body and slam hard into mine, "uggggghhhhhhhhh" grunting as your shoulder slams into my bare belly, my body folding over yours, my boots thumping and skidding on the mat as you drive me back into the corner.
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Brandi:
My shoulder embeds itself in soft yielding flesh and I hear you grunt as my thick thighs drive hard and get us moving like a runaway train.  My centre of gravity is low, whilst you are upright, feet not set.  I drive up into you, partially lifting those pretty pink boots from the mat so that they can only pitter patter lightly on the mat, whilst my shiny black ones clomp loudly shuddering the ring boards as we hurtle towards the corner.  The turnbuckles come up real fast and we hit them with enough alarming speed to make me grateful it is you taking most of the ring shuddering impact rather than me.  I follow through, all the way with my shoulder, letting my boots actually come up off the mat for a moment, making sure I extract the maximum effect from this fortuitous turn of events for me.  Then I step back with a cocky flourish, tossing back my long dark hair, a big grin on my face as I inspect my handiwork.

You hang there, your sumptuous ass wedged onto the middle turnbuckle. That must have hurt ya.  And I intend on hurting you more.  Your head is lolling forwards so I step in, stoop down and then bring my right forearm up and into your chin, tagging you with a big European Uppercut!  “HUUHHH!” Grunting with the effort, my arm connecting with your jaw with a satisfying smack!  I place my hand on your chin now, titling your head back.  “Yeah!  Yeah!  That got your attention, didn’t it bitch?  Well how do ya like this!?!?”

Head forced right back, your chest is opened up for me and I don’t waste the opportunity.  WHHAAPPP!  Nasty knife edge chop across those lovely tits, the mental image of Kimmie kissing them, licking them, sucking on them fuels my rage and eyeball me to deliver the chop with EXTRA venom!
“Okay, Brandi!  That’s enough.  She’s in the corner.  Get her out of there or step back!”  Kimmie is next to me, trying to put her arm across my chest to block you off from me.
“WHATT?” I growl at her, incredulous. “This is pro wrestling and downright nasty pro wrestling at that.  It ain’t ballet!  You need to give me a little latitude here, baby girl.”
“I have.  But now it’s time to get her out of there.” She says to me, simply. My hand remains on your chin, keeping you right against the turnbuckles, your head tilted back.   
“No no no, baby girl.” I say, breathing hard.  I lean in on you, the finger tips of my right hand drifting over your toned tummy.  “See the thing is, corner work is a mainstay of the matches here at PnP.”  I pause to pound your belly with my fist. “HUHH!”  I give a little grunt as I do it and I
Punctuate the next couple of sentences with more grunts and punches.  “The perverts in the crowd…HUUH!..love corner work.  The wrestlers…HUHH! love corner work.”  Kimmie’s eyes are wide, fixed on my fist as it pounds your taut tummy, my last blow so low it was right on the waist band of your thong.  Her mouth is hanging open and she gives a little hot gasp.  I smile as I see how turned on she is watching me work your abs like this.  I guess being up this close to her two lovers getting all sweaty and violent with each other has got her creaming her panties.  “Mmm…seems like even the referees like…HUHH!…corner work.  In fact, the only person who doesn’t like it…HUHHH!..is the poor bitch in the corner!”  I step back and nod at you as I check out just what state you are in.
Kimmie is breathing hard now, almost panting in fact.  “You…you really should get her out of the corner now,” she gasps, but with far less conviction than before.
I laugh. “Whatever you say, referee!”  And with that I grab the back of your head with both hands, winding my fingers into your hair to cinch you in extra tight, before I pull you off the turnbuckles, hop up to plant my boots on your thighs, and then fall back, pulling your head towards me and thrusting up with my legs to send you sailing up and over out of the corner with in a classic old school Monkey Flip!
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Jenni:
My pink boots pattering against the mat as our bodies go hurdling into the corner, your own black boots stomping and pounding against the boards as you drive me back with everything you have.  We rocket backwards as I try to do anything to stop the runaway train that is embedded in my abdomen..."UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" crying out as I slam back first into the corner, your body driving me back into the turnbuckles, your feet leaving the mat as you impale yourself into me like a sexy arrow putting even more force behind it, the fans letting out a roar as they all swear the ring moved from that brutal impact. 

Gasping and moaning as I hang in the corner, arms over the top rope, my legs spread slightly, tits heaving, head hanging, my hair covering it as I try to catch my breath.  But you have other ideas as you only admire me for a moment. Hearing you approaching, trying to get my body to react at all, but even unable to see you with my long dark locks in my face, "Uggggghhhhhhh" moaning as your forearm slams into my chin, snapping my head back, my long hair flowing, revealing my pain covered face.  My body arching as I recoil from the hard shot, my perky tits thrusting out giving you all the invitation you need as you raise your arm and bring it down hard across my sensitive chest, "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" crying out as they sting and throb, my hands trying to cover them up as you keep me trapped in the corner.

Kimmie coming to my rescue...well really she's just doing her job, but to my sore jaw and throbbing tits it feels like a rescue.  She tells you to back or or get us out of the corner, but you're way too much of a bitch to do that.  I take a much needed deep breath as you  growl back at her, the two of you go back and forth as you discuss the fact that corner work is a key aspect of wrestling, especially the kinky nasty shit we do here at PnP.  I'd never admit it in this moment, mostly because I need the seconds to recover, but you're right, it's a mainstay in matches at places like this.  "Uggggghhhhh" I gasp as your fist slams against my flat taut tummy.  Body shuddering as you use me to make your point even further. "Ugggghhhhhhhh" moaning again as your knuckles drag against my soft skin, the fans roaring along with each hard punch. "Ugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" my body pitching forward as your fist buries itself against the waistband of my thong, my arms over the ropes the only thing saving me from falling into the laps of the two of you.   Kimmie's demeanor changes as she watches you pummel me and all hope of having her reprimand you further goes out the window with a final hard shot, "Ugggggghhhhhhhhh" my body hanging, tits sore tits heaving, legs shaking. Grunting as I feel your fingers sinking deep into my hair, getting a firm grip as you pull me out of the corner, trying to get my feet under me as you drop to your back, ripping me off balance towards you, your boots digging into my bare thighs as you send me up and over you, my eyes wide as I sail over the mat, trying to prepare for the harsh landing as I crash to the canvas.

**BAAAMMMM**
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Brandi:
After sending you sailing into mid ring, high and proud I roll quickly to my knees.  The height and power that I managed to inflict on you means that you almost complete a full somersault so that you land hard on your tail bone, leaving you sat, all hurt and winded in mid ring after your awkward impact.  I can’t believe my luck!  I make to scoot in behind you, walking urgently on my knees, pressing my hot already sweaty body tightly to yours.  The close contact provokes a delicious tingle between my legs as my erect nipples scrape against your damp flesh.  I bring my left leg around you and hook your right leg with my gleaming black boot, twisting your right hip to the left. At the same time, my left arm hooks your right arm and pulls back so that I twist your upper body to the ring, torquing your abdominal muscles hard as I wrap myself around you and cinch in one of my signatures, a sitting ab stretch!
I gasp hotly in your ear, partly with the effort, but mainly because of the intimacy of the hold.  And I know at this point that the two girls we use to film the matches for the downloads will be getting in real close at this point, capturing every sound, subtle adjustment and reaction. 
“How does it feel, Jen?” I gloat.  I know this hold hurts like a bitch and I’ve just softened your belly up with some nasty little punches so I guess this is a rhetorical question.  Breathing hard, mouth gaping, I look up at Kimmie who is hovering above us.  “Ask her!” I snap, prompting her to drop onto one knee and look at you closely.  She looks concerned for you, which I hate!  I torque my hold a little more, my black boot wrapped around your pink one, calf to calf, my sweaty arm pit clamped onto yours as I force your shoulder  around a little more.
“ASK HER!”
“Don’t need to.  She’s good!” Kim comes back at, not looking at me, but studying your face closely.
I scowl at her.  Just what is going on here.  Sure, you’re not likely to submit from this.  I’d need to have you a lot weaker before I could break you in an Ab Stretch, even a modified one like this.  But that’s not the point.  It’s all about getting inside your head.  You’re being hurt, dominated and the ref is asking you if you need to give it up.  All that shit does you harm mentally. It’s all part of the pro wrestling business. But here’s Kim saying you’re fine!  Just what exactly is she playing at?  Is she trying to help you or something?  Paranoia starts to set in.  Does she like you more than me?  Is she craftily trying to give you the edge in this down and dirty match?
All riled up, I up the ante.  I have my right hand free.  Your pert right tit sits in front of me, all red and angry from the vicious chop it just received. Sooo…my hand clamps onto your already stinging tit, nails sinking in all around as I add a nasty bitchy tit claw to your woes.
“Ask her now ref?  Let’s see if she’s still good now, huh?”
Kim swallows hard, her eyes wide as she looks at your distorted boob being mauled by my fingers.  Then she says quietly, her voice thick with emotion, “Wh…Whadya say, Jenni?  You okay?  Do you need to submit hon?”
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Jenni:
The crowd gasp as I soar through the air, then letting out a roar as I land hard, bouncing on the mat, skittering up into a sitting position, my body arching, my chest bouncing from the crash landing on the canvas.  I take a pained breath as I try to figure out I am, where you are.  I only have to wait a moment to get the answer to one of those questions as I feel your body pressing firmly into my back, feeling your bare breasts grinding against my soft skin, feeling your stiff nipples and knowing you are enjoying this match so far as I struggle to get free.  Your big black boot has something to say about that as it snakes around and hooks my thigh, hindering me from rolling, letting out a low moan as my body is twisted to the left, reaching for the ropes as your left arm loops around and hooks my right, pulling back hard as you twist my nearly naked body, the fans cheering loudly at the sight of the boss's signature sitting ab stretch!

"AAAAHHHHHH"

I cry out as you push firmly against me, I can feel the head from your breath on my ear and the side of my cheek as the cameras zoom in on my predicament.  I grit my teeth as you taunt me, purring into my ear, my abs already sore from your corner work now twisted tight as you order the ref to ask me if I submit.  Kimmie moves in, dropping down in front of us as she looks me over, my bare tits heaving as I struggle, teeth clenched, shaking my head no defiantly.  I hear her say I'm good, that the match continues as I try to fight the wicked stretch. The two of you trading looks, though I'm only getting one side of the conversation as I'm facing Kimmie.  Her expressions seem a mix of anger and concern, that is until your other hand latches onto my heaving tit.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Screaming now as your nails dig in, my titflesh oozing between your fingers as you claw me viciously.  Kimmie's expression is now fear and concern as she looks at me, stuttering as she asks me if I am okay, if I want to quit.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH....shit....no...nooooo.....shit"

I scream and moan as the fans get louder, wondering if this will be the end of the first fall.  I curse knowing how close I was to getting that pin in the opening seconds of the match, my breast and abs are on fire.  I grit my teeth as you lean over me, both of your hands busy at the moment as you press against my back and the side of my face, I grit my teeth and snap my head to the side, trying to slam it against your own pretty face, trying to get any room to move as I try to reach my boot for the ropes...
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Brandi:
I smile with grim satisfaction as Kim asks you the question and you desperately respond no.  “Not so good now is she?” I hiss, looking at Kimmie but really addressing you, still trying to get right inside your head.  I’m wrapped around you, preoccupied with working the hold, forgetting the old adage that wounded prey is the most dangerous. I’m looking down, scoping out my next target, looking to transition from the breast claw to a belly claw, or even slipping my hand into your thong to turn the match a little sexier, when I stupidly let my face get just a little too close to you as a crane my neck.

BOCK! 

“FUCCKK!” I gasp as you head hits me in the face.

BOCK!

Fuck!  Again!  That damn well hurts!  My eyes begin to water and I’m so distracted I let the hold get all loose and untidy.  You are able to scoot us along the mat a little before I’m able to compose myself and get you cinched in nice and tight once more.

“Ropes!  Break the hold, Brandi!  She’s on the ropes!”  Kimmie yells.  Oh for fuck’s sake what is it with her now?  I look up at her and meet her eyes which the deflect sideways and down. I follow her gaze and to my utter dismay see that cute pink boot of yours hooked over the bottom rope.  Shit!  Fucking shit!

“She’s on the ropes!  Break!  ONEaah!  TWOaah!”  Little Miss Goodie Two Shoes is wasting no time before launching into a count here!  I give a little disgruntled snort as I slip you out of the ab stretch, getting to my feet smartly and bringing you up with me by your trapped arm.  “Break the hold!  She was on the ropes!”

“Well she’s fucking off them now so stop protecting her so much, Kim!” I mutter angrily as I swing my hips to the left and then pivot back the other way, hauling you through to whip you past me and send you running to the far ropes.  “Stop being such a jobsworth cxnt, Kimmie!”  I sneer at her as I push past and look to set myself to meet you as you rebound off the ropes.


Jenni:
"Unggghhhhhhh"

I grunt and wince as my head makes contact with your pretty face.  Struggling in your grip as it looses but still keeps me trapped.  I take a deep breath or as best I can under the circumstances you have me in, dipping my head forward as I rear back again, slamming my head even harder against your own.

"Unngggggghhhhhh"

This time in addition to the pain I'm greeted to I also feel your grip on my arms and torso loosening.  Straining against you as I twist and pull and drag us towards the ropes, lifting my boot as I'm finally able to hook it over the bottom rope.  Kimmie immediately calling for the break, though it seems I've scrambled a bit of your brain in that attack as you argue with her, not that you are just going to be a bitch and keep me locked in the hold anyway, but that you are confused as to why she is forcing a break.

"Unngghhhh...Unngggghhhhhh"

Grunting and panting as you hold me in the hold as Kimmie starts the count, struggling in your strenuous signature. Gasping as you finally release me, my sore chest heaving, my left breast much redder than the other at the moment, indents from your claws still showing proudly on my titflesh, my tight tummy undulating as I try to fill my lungs, trying to recover from your wicked tactics thus far.  But you aren't planning on letting me take a break at the moment.  You sneer and hiss angrily as you comply with Kimmie's demands.  It's times like this I honestly wonder what she saw in you in the first place. But I'll have to wonder about that later as your fingers sink deep into my long dark locks, dragging me up off the mat and onto my feet with a twist and pull, jerking me up and past you as you whip me hard into the ropes, the fans cheering as my nearly naked body is thrown across the ring, hitting the far ropes, my body arching against them as they grip me almost as tightly as you did before springing back and shooting me back towards you.  Rushing towards your sneering, snarky face, wanting to put my fist through it, though now is not the time, but I have to do something.  As I approach, not knowing what you are planning I take a big risk and duck low, pushing my boots hard against the mat I try to explode into you attempting to spear tackled your sexy body and bring you back down to earth...and the mat.
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Brandi:
I watch you hurtling towards the ropes, your perfect bubble butt swaying and flexing as you run hard.  Well actually one eye watches you.  My other one though, is still on Kimmie, trying to gauge her reaction to what is happening, trying to ascertain how she feels about all this. To be honest I’m beginning to regret getting her involved as the referee. She’s proving a huge distraction for me.  For one thing, she is enjoying her role as the match official a little too much in my opinion. Plus the fact that I can also see just how turned on she is by all this.
One eyes sees you hit the ropes, taking them on your back.  The old rickety turnbuckles creak in protest as they take your momentum, before the ropes fling you back into mid ring.  I’m actually a little surprised how much tension there is in them.  They certainly don’t get much maintenance that’s for sure!  Sadly, I don’t give that detail as much attention as I should.
That’s because my other eye is watching Kimmie still trying to lecture me.  “Keep it clean Brandi. You’re a great wrestler. You don’t need to break the rules!”
“Shut up, Kim!  This is a grudge match!  We’re fighting over YOU!  Just let us…..WHOOOAAASSHIITTTT!”
Both eyes are on you now.  I thought I had plenty of time.  But you’re quick!  And powerful!  I’m not set!  I’m not ready! 
“UHHHHNNNNGGGGG!!”  You come at me like a kamikaze linebacker who has just been let through on the quarterback. You hit me hard and low, shoulder right into my belly!  My boots leave the mat and I’m dumped onto my back!  Hurt, winded, badly shaken up, I lie there, chest pumping up and down madly as my breath hisses out through my mouth in a tortured wheeze.  You lie on your front next to me, your arm draped across me.  The loud OOOHHHHH! from the crowd tells me that must have been impressive looking hit!  As does the little gasp from Kimmie as she rushes over to check on us both.  I can’t tell whether it’s from concern or excitement.  Either way, she knows full well her new lover has just got herself right back into this match!
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Jenni:
The fans erupting as my body slams into yours.  We crumple to the mat, you a bit worse if the grunts and groans are any indication.  Kimmie standing over both of us, checking that we both can continue as we stir and recover on the mat.  I look up at her and as I push myself up off the mat, my eyes following hers as they go to your sexy moaning body.  Gritting my teeth as I focus on my opponent, my rival, my target again.  Crawling over to you, the crowd cheering loudly as my thong covered ass sways back and forth high in the air as I move to you, trying to sit down on your thighs to pin your lower body to the mat, "Ugghhhhh, so you like body work, huh bitch?" I hiss down at you.  "Let's see how much you enjoy this!" I punctuate with a hard punch to your undulating belly.  Trying to work you like a heavy bag as you lay on the mat, trying to keep you down and breathless, Your tits bouncing as I pummel your body, drawing my attention and ire as I look to pay you back for your earlier tactics, trying to add some breast boxing to the tummy pounding I'm giving you.  "You're going to be an absolute mess by the time I get done with, Brandi!" I scream as I try to batter your sexy body.
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Brandi:
Lay there, winded and hurt, but I know I gotta move!  Gotta go!  Too late!  You clamber up on top of me, mounting my thighs, trapping me on the mat with your cute ass.  Fuck!  Almost immediately I’m taking a beating, your fists pounding my belly as you unload on me.  UHHN!  UHHH!  UHHGGG!  This is brutal, unsophisticated and frantic.  Kim is unsure what to do and I don’t have the breath right now to yell a protest to try and prompt her into intervening.  She just paces around us as you work me over, moving now onto my tits.
I really don’t need this.  The match is suddenly a dirty brawl and I’m on the receiving end totally!  I need to do something. It’s a cheap move.  But like I said, this is a down and dirty fight right now.  You’re leaning forwards, bouncing your fists off my tits like double punching bags, but putting yourself in range of my desperate hands.  I reach up and claw at your eyes, twisting my grip to add extra bite!
You let out a cry of pain and I twist and buck under you, toppling you to one side so I can free my right leg and bring my boot up to kick out at you wildly.
“Get the fuck off me!  Get the fuck off me bitch!” I’m screaming.
“Brandi, stay away from the eyes!”  Yells Kimmie, a little irrelevantly considering the chaos that is ensuing.  I pull my other leg free and roll to the ropes.  I know I need time to recover and so slide out onto the apron and drop down onto filthy mats covering the floor of the club. 
“Fuck!  Fuck!” I gasp, clutching at my battered tits, shuddering with the pain, taking huge gulps of air, as I kneel at the feel of the perverts sitting so close at ringside, their wide excited eyes drinking in my sweat soaked body, just a few feet away from them.
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Jenni:
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the ring, being drowned out by the roaring of the rowdy drunken crowd.  You've had your fun earlier, attacking me before the bell and more and I'm determined to pay you back as I pound your fit sexy body, before attending to your bouncing heaving breasts.  Grunting with every punch, rewarded with moans from my rival.  I almost forget that Kimmie is there as she paces around us. Staring in shock and awe as I give you a bit of both of that with my clenched fists.  I'm normally much more of a technical wrestler and in a league like this a sexual wrestler, but right now, in this moment, I'm fine with this being a brawl, especially since I'm taking it to you.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

I cry out as your hands claw my face, your nails raking against my features, bringing my arms up, trying to pull your hands away and cover my face, "Uggggghhhh" grunting as your boot  finds my midsection, shoving me away, rolling on the mat, my face stinging from your dirty tactics.  Hearing Kimmie yelling at you as I crawl blindly for the ropes, I think about using them to get back to my feet, but my vision is still blurry so I decide to roll under the ropes to the outside, trying to put some distance between us "Ugh, fucking bitch" I moan as I rub my eyes with the back of my hand.
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Brandi:
I’m on my knees on the outside, trying to recover, when I feel a hand on my ass.  I look around to see a perv in the crowd leaning over to grope my shiny vinyl clad rear.  “Get the fuck away from me, you creep!” I shriek stop him.  He removes his hand, cowers a little at the fury of my rebuke.  I look around. Other club members are being ‘looked after’ by some of the girls, making themselves a bit of extra money, and one guy blows his load early, letting out a huge groan and spraying white cum into the air.  Well it’s good to see that our loyal patrons are enjoying the action!
And talking of action, where the hell have you got to?  You’re not jumping off the apron to stomp all over head, which is a good thing, but worryingly I can’t see you in the ring either.  Then I spot a bit of commotion amongst the audience on the opposite side of the ring and peering across, squinting up my eyes a little, I can just make you out in the gloom of the arena against the bright light that is over the ring.  You’re outside the ring!  And oh yessss!  You still can’t see!
I get up to my feet, a grimly determined expression on my face.  Hurrying around the ring, hoping to get to you before your vision clears, I reach out and snatch a can of cheap beer out of the hand of a guy.
“Hey!  You bitch!” He yells after me in protest.
“Fuck you!” I call back at him over my shoulder, before rounding the corner of the ring and accelerating towards you.  You realise I’m en route to you.  The stirring in the crowd.  My boots clomping on the filthy mats.  Both tip you off.  But I still manage to nail you with the beer can, which connects with you head.  BOCCCK!  The crowd gasp as beer and froth spray all over, soaking both of us in the sweetly stale, cold liquid.  The impact knocks the can from my hand and it clatters onto the floor. I turn back to face you.  Then with a little grunt I drive my big black boot up into your belly to fold you over.  Sinking both hands into your hair, I ram your head between my well developed gym honed thighs as I go to set you up for a power bomb!
“Move, you idiots!”  I yell at a guy and one of the girls sat nearby.  “Move your stupid asses!”  They scurry out of their chairs exactly as I intended them to.  Then I reach down and encircle your tight little waist with my arms, hoping to hoist you up and then smash you right onto those two invitingly empty metal chairs!
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Jenni:
Rolling out of the ring and to my feet on the outside.  The crowd screaming, makes it hard to tell where I am, though that's made very clearly seconds later as I feel hands groping all over my body, "Ugh, get...get the fuck off!" I hiss, not sure who it is, but I'm sure if it was you, you'd be doing more than just feeling me up.    Slapping and peeling the hands off of me as Kimmie watches from inside the ring, leaning over the ropes, "ONE!!!!" she yells, looking back and forth between the two of us, hoping she's doing this right.  We kept the ring out count to keep the audience engaged, but we've never actually ended a match with a 20 count DQ.  I try to work back towards the ring, knowing that if Kimmie is counting then we are both outside, about to grab the apron when I hear the crowd pop and am just able to make out the sound of big boots on the concrete.  Turning towards the commotion as I try to make you out when something comes flashing into view,

"UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Staggering back as I groan, a spray of cold liquid hits me in the face and chest, though the fact that it's cold confirms that I'm not bleeding from the blow.

"UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH"

Moaning as your big heavy boot meets my flat belly again, driving in hard as it doubles me over, arms across my abs as I gasp for air, then feeling your fingers deep in my hair as you jam my head between your strong thighs. "Ugh....shit" I moan, the back of my head rubbing against your leather booty shorts.  My hands pawing at your thighs, trying to pry my head free as I hear you yelling at someone or someones to get out of the way.  Either way it can't be good for me.
Struggling as your thighs frame my face, my eyes widening as I feel your arms wrapping around my waist, knowing this is going to be bad, very bad.  I take a deep breath, gritting my teeth, my hands on the front of your thighs, dipping down, trying to power up with my legs, pushing with my arms as I try to reverse the hold into a back drop, trying to put you through whatever hell you have planned for me instead.  "TWO!!!!"  Shouts Kimmie finally, more transfixed by what we are doing then her job of counting us out.
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Brandi:
It was such a huge stroke of luck for me to get you out here, on the outside, half blinded, vulnerable and ripe for some punishment. And now this is it!  This is it, right here!  This move can turn the fall, maybe even turn the whole match for me!  I just have to flip you up onto my shoulders and smash you into those fucking chairs!  The crowd sense this and are yelling for me to do it.  It’s the kind of violent action they love!

I tighten my arms around your waist, feeling your flanks pulsing in and out as you gulp down air.  The back of your neck feels delectable pressed up into my crotch, encased in those zippered shiny black vinyl shorts and I’m unashamedly getting a little wet as my butt cheeks flex in them as I set myself for my lift.

But at that very moment your hands shift from the sides of my thick thighs to the front.  A small insignificant adjustment maybe, but one I find troubling….
“OOHHHFFUCCKK!”
You rear up under me, pushing on my legs to destabilise me, just as I focus all my attention on lift you.  This counter is all about the timing and you do it perfectly damn you! 
My boots leave the floor. 
I try to scissor you head with my thighs but your hands thrust them off your neck.
As my body position nears upside down and vertical, I try clinging to your waist with my arms.  I’m definitely going over now but maybe I can take me with you, you bitch!
But once I’m through vertical gravity takes over and you are able to send me on my way with a parting fling that puts me high in the air.
I could complete the somersault. A somersault would be good, better than back first onto the metal chair waiting for me.
“AAAAAYYYIIIEEEEEE!!!”  But I’m not that acrobatic.  Or even lucky.  I crash down onto the shitty cheap metal chair and it crumples under me.  I go down on top of it, my back arched agonisingly by the awkwardly twisted and distorted metal.  The crowd gasp as I lie there, like a hideous sculpture, face screwed up in pain, my left hand pawing uselessly at my ruined back.

Angie, one of my best and longest serving girls, sits close by, draped around one of her regulars. “Oh shit!  That’s a bad one!” She gasps and without extricating from her client moves to help me, the guy still wrapped around her, his cock in her hand.

“Stay the fuck away from her, Angie!”  Kimmie yells, her voice surprisingly resonant with authority. “Don’t you dare interfere!  This is between them!”  She knows some of the girls, Angie especially, are heavily biased towards me and there’s no way she’s allowing them to get involved.

Angie nods to Kim and stays still, just standing over me, stroking her client’s cock, whilst he looks down on my wrecked, bleating body wide eyed.

“THREEEEEE!” Kim shouts after a long pause. She clearly has no intention of getting to ten.  This fucking match might as well be falls count anywhere.  There’s no way a grudge match like this could ever end on a count out.

“OOHMYYGAAWDDD!” I moan out loud, vainly trying to roll myself off the heap of mangled metal.
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Jenni:
"UGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"  grunting loudly as I arch, and push, and lift.  Feeling you going with me, your arms and legs trying to keep a hold of me as I try to do my best Houdini otherwise this could be the end of the fall or hell the end of the match.  Thankfully, I'm greeted by the shocked gasp of the crowd, which tells me, your thighs are no longer pressing against my ears and I can hear again and I've managed to toss you off me.  Had I waited another second or two, the sound of your sexy body landing hard and then crashing through the metal folding chairs would have been a big clue as well.  I stagger forward a few steps as you go through the cheap chairs, crumpling them as you land.  Taking a deep breath as I stay bent over, brushing the hair out of my face as I look to see what shape you are in, I see Angie coming over, leading one of the regulars around by his dick.  I straighten up, trying to give her a glare, hoping it will be enough to make her think twice before getting involved in this match.  I'm suddenly surprised to hear Kimmie yelling behind me.  She's leaning over the ropes, pointing at Angie, yelling, I've never seen her like this, she was normally so soft spoken...I sort of liked it 

Thankful that Angie decides to go back to focusing on the cock of the patron and leave the wrestling to you and I.  I take another deep breath, watching you rolling on the floor, and move towards you.  Needing to keep this momentum in my favor this time, and with the pain hopefully overwhelming thoughts of dirty tactics it might just be possible.  I move towards you, then push off the floor, trying to step onto one of the chairs, not willing to test it's strength by standing on it too long, but just enough to give me some extra height as I try to leap off of it, kicking my leg out as I go for a big leg drop across your chest and neck...
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Brandi:
I’m arched backwards over the crumpled metal chair, my naked tits thrust up into the air, pert and proud. Angie is still hovering with her guy and he can’t take his eyes off them! 

But I have other concerns.  My head is tilted back and I’m looking at you as you bend over, your perfect ass pointing towards me.  Perhaps your still blinded?  Maybe I still have time to roll myself off this fucking chair.  But I have to do it carefully. I’m arched across it so awkwardly and my back is agony.  I’m gasping, panting hard with each laboured breath, trying to get my boots in position to push up off the cold hard metal of the chair.

But then shit!  Shit!  You took your hair back and stand upright, a decisive look on your face as you spin to see where I am at.  You’re pleased with the outcome I can see.  Better than you could have hoped for!  I’m fucking wasted!

We’re outside the ring and anything goes now!  You skip over to a nearby chair and with a brilliant piece of improvisation you hop up onto it.  Your pink boot hardly settles on the seat before you spring off, high into the air and extend your long shapely leg!

The crowd yell! 

“Oh fuck!” I gasp in despair.

“UUUHHHHNNNGGGGGG!!!!” 

BIG BIG LEG DROP!!!  Right across my tits!

The force of the impact with your heavy thigh crashes my tits into my rib cage and then reverberates right through my body, my legs jerking violently as the agony of the metal being driven into my back once more rips through my body! 

You roll off me and away agilely coming up to your knees as you look around to inspect the damage!  My body still arched across the chair, convulses…once…twice…three times.

“Oh my god!” I sob. 

“Holy shit!”  Gasps Angie’s client as he looks on. “I’ll pay you double!”  He hisses to her and her greedy little eyes light up
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Jenni:
The cheap steel chair thankfully manages to hold my weight as I leap off of it, sailing through the air as I hope you don't pitch off of your perch mid flight.  My luck holds as you stay stretched out as my thigh comes crashing down across your chest.  I roll off and push back up to my feet with a grunt and a deep breath, watching you shudder over the chair with some satisfaction. "Now this is what nasty pro wrestling is all about!" I shout to the roar of the fans.  Kimmie staring at the carnage outside the ring  "FOUR!" she finally yells after a moment and I start to think about getting you back into the ring when I hear the man leashed to Angie cry out, the look on his face as he stares, it's exactly what gets us the big bucks here.  "And this is what PnP is all about!" I yell with a smirk as I gesture to the two of them. "Would you pay her triple if she jerks you off on these nice heaving tits?" I ask with a wink, giving your tits a firm slap to get them bouncing.  The crowd lets out a huge cheer and the man's eyes light up even more, he quickly reaches for the wad of cash in his pocket as Angie shoots me a look, but after a moment, she can't pass up a pay day like this.  Dragging him closer as she starts to stroke him, his moans mixing with yours as the whole crowd watches on.
"Ummmm, I don't think that's legal, Jenni." Kimmie chimes in from the ring.  I turn and give her a smile.  "I don't think it's illegal.  They aren't attacking either one of us or anything of the sort.  If we didn't want crowd participation, Brandi should have installed some barricades between us and the fans.  I think deep down she's always wanted this." I give her a smirk and turn my attention back to you, giving your belly a firm shot.  "This helping you stud?" I coo in the client's direction as Angie starts to really work him over.  Pounding your belly like you did to me earlier, trying to keep you winded while getting your proud tits bouncing for his pleasure.  The crowd on their feet, chanting "Paint her tits!" as Angie works that cock for all she's worth.  The man moaning louder, drowning you out and as she starts to clench up, I step back, just in time as he blows his load all over your chest...
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Brandi:
I’m kinda out of it after the big leg drop, lost in a world of hurt and just fighting to breath.  Nothing else matters right now.  So I’m only vaguely aware of you slapping my ruined tits as you mouth of the the flock of morons crowding around us.  I hear something about paying triple and this gets a huge cheer from the audience. This is how it goes at ‘Peaches ‘n’ Cream’. Once the wrestlers leave the ring they fight it out right in amongst the audience and anything goes!  “Take it outside and take your chances” as the saying goes.  And this doesn’t look good.  Not good at all. Angie all shame faced but still stuffing a wad of notes down her cleavage and tucking it inside her bra as she drags the bathed in eager sweat, ugly, fat pig of a client of hers to stand right over me.  Angie’s hand is wrapped tightly around his cock and is working furiously and with all the practice she’s had there can only be one outcome!

I need to move, get away from here, anywhere but here! 

“AAWWFFF!”  Your fist pounds my belly and I’m back in the realms of agony and breathlessness.  You give me another!  And another! 

And that chant.  What are those fucking morons saying?  Oh god!  “Paint her tits!”  I can see people jostling with their phones to get a shot of this!  One of the female camera operators is right in there too getting the big close up shot for the download.

Angie bites her bottom lip as she pumps that cock!  There’s no backing out for her now. The crowd are so into this. It would be a personal failure for her if her best client didn’t blow his load now!

The guy let’s out a hideous sounding moan and then a horrible lust filled cry!

“Ohhyyeeaah!  That’s it baby!  That’s it!” Angie purrs.  You can hear the relief in her voice as a long rope of white cum spurts from his cock and splats onto my ruined tits! 
Another cry from the guy!  Another jet of cum spatters my tits.  “Ohhh yeeahh, baby!  Give it to her!  Give her the full load!”  Angie coos, really enjoying this!  The bitch is gonna pay for that  but right now all I can do is lie their twisted across the chair as the fat pig grunts and keeps cumming on my tits.  There’s just so much of it!  The bastard must have been saving it up for ages!

Eventually he subsides and Angie teases out the last few dribbles as the crowd let out a collective gasp of marvelling disgust followed by a huge cheer as they can see he’s completely coated my tits and my belly with hot musky goo!  There’s even a spatter on my chin which I weakly wipe away with the back of my hand as the shriek and laugh and jeer!

The humiliation!  The FUCKING HUMILIATION!  I’m cringing inside. My soul has just died. I let out a little sob of shame, which triggers ripple of excitement and anticipation throughout the nightclub as it just dawns on everyone:  that little stunt you just pulled has broken me, emotionally and psychologically!
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Jenni:
I step back just in time as the client lets out a groan and let's it fly.  That hot thick cum splashing off your tits, but catching you on the chin.  Another load hits home, causing you to arch and moan as it dribbles off your tits and onto your heaving belly.  The camera girl catching all of this and I'm sure it will be a "sexy slo-mo" segment of next weeks online videos at the very least.  I smile from a few steps away, out of the splash zone as the fans roar in approval.  I can't help but bite my lip as he paints those gorgeous tits of yours sending rope and rope, shit I should have made him pay more for all he is getting out of this. 

Angie doing her best to get into this.  Wanting to put on a good show that will more than likely get her most of the room as a client in the next week or so, but feeling so bad about what she is doing to you.  I can see it in the flush of her face and it makes it a bit more rewarding for me, that bitch never liked me anyway.  A "What a wad!" chant goes up from the crowd as the guy finishes, Angie taking the last of it, licking it off her fingers as her guy trembles.  I give them both a smile, not surprised that she doesn't return it as she leads him back to his seat and I step back to you.

"You ready to continue the match then, bitch?" I hiss down at you. "Or are you fine being the cum slut you are?"  The fans roar as you moan and sob draped over the chair.

"Here, I'll help make up your mind." I smirk, my hand trailing up your body, from your belly, up over your proud tits, catching the load you got painted with along the way, rubbing it up your neck and onto your face, continuing to paint a bit myself before dragging my hand up into your hair, feeling the goo clinging to it as I sink my fingers in, dragging you off of the broken chair, hoping you are just as broken as it is as I haul you up onto your big black wrestling boots, dragging you back towards the ring.
I can feel Kimmie's eyes on us, but I don't look up at the moment, I need to focus on you for a bit longer. trying to pick up the pace as I turn and twist, trying to toss you back first into the apron, trying to really work you over good....
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Brandi:
KI close my eyes up tight and try to fight back the tears as the crowd continues to chant and cheer all around me. More and more fans keep pushing through to get a good look at the state of me and I’m aware of lots of people hovering over me, gasping, taking pics.  Finally one other comes to me.  I can smell you.  Your perfume. Your sweat.  I regard you through half lidded eyes as you trash talk me, voice full of sass and superiority. And then I have to lie there as you wipe the cum from my tits all over my neck, my face and into my hair as the crowd go absolutely crazy!
“Oh gawd!”  I gasp as you haul me up.  The fans close by look in horror at my cum covered face and hair.  I just stare back at their stunned faces.  Humiliated, consumed by shame, broken.

You tug me up by the hair and lead me back towards the ring. My big black boots clomp clumsily on the filthy matted floor, my legs are gone, drained by the shock of what has just happened to me.

Kim has stopped counting. She just watches anxiously as you bring me to her, back to the ring.  She assumes you are going to roll me back in.  So do I. But instead you spin and whip me into the ring apron back first.  The narrow edge digs into my already wrecked back as I hit it hard, out of control, unable to react in time to the sudden change of momentum. I arch my back, one hand clutching the base of my spine as my head falls back and I let out a pain filled gasp before sagging down onto my knees.  One hand still trying to tend to my back, whilst my other hand desperately tries to wipe the cum from my face.
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Jenni:
Your body arches, the delightful moan leaving those lovely lips as your cum covered chest thrusts out.  The crowd roaring as you stagger back towards me before dropping to your knees. your hands trying to wipe the cum from your face.  I can't help myself, my hands going for your hair again.  "Let me help you with that." I smirk and giggle as I thrust my hips forward, pulling your face against my thong covered pussy, the crowd going wild as I roll my hips, grinding on your pretty face, smearing the cum all over you as I show off, wiggling my ass for the fans, knowing this will get me big tips and some backroom calls for the next few weeks at the least.  Kimmie has stopped counting and is just staring at the two of us, her chest heaving as we get nasty outside of the ring.   I catch a glimpse of Kimmie and remember why I'm here.  I finish the grind, pulling your face off of my crotch, my hands still in your hair as I pull you back up to your feet, rushing towards the ring again, trying to slam you belly first into the apron, looking to continue to focus on your hot hard body. Trying to give the fans a good look at your ass in your booty shorts before trying to stuff you under the ropes and back in the ring.  I give a wink to Angie's client, hoping he's happy with how his night has gone, before rolling back into t he ring myself ready to continue this match...



Brandi:
I feel the crowd die down and then almost immediately start to buzz again as you move towards me with a salacious sway of your sexy hips and obvious wicked intent.  If I want so broken right now I’d be contemplating a low blow right up into that tiny pink thong of yours but all I can do is stay passively on my knees as you grab my damp cum spattered hair in both hands and give me a taste of your pussy.  The lewd vicious fans erupt as you do your bump and grind routine, rubbing your thong hard into my face, so hard I can feel the outline and the squelch of your soaking wet labia as you rotate them round and round on my face.  My only consolation is the fact that your Lycra thong is also now saturated in the ugly fat slob’s cum. Not that you care.  You’re too aroused.  Too consumed by dominant lust.  Fuck!  There’s no better feeling in the world than being in control of a match like this!  The fickle fucking fans urging you on!  Loving it too!

Suddenly I’m hauled to my feet, spin around and ran towards the ring. 

“UUHHNNNNN!”  What little air I’ve managed managed to claw back into my lungs explodes from my gaping mouth as I fold over the edge of the apron, my hands gripping the bottom rope, my shiny black levered ass, now smeared with the grime and dust of the outside, jutting out provocatively. Not that I feel anything like provocative right now.  My wretched face looks up into the ring where Kim has gone down on one knee to get a better look at me.  She’s concerned and aroused all at the same time, her diamond hard nipples that I know so well poking up from under her tight striped little referee’s top.  Goodness only knows what she thinks of me right now, worked over so so badly by my rival for her affections and covered in some pervert’s semen!

“Let’s get this back in the ring now Jenni!” My girl, if she actually still is my girl, urges.  A bit lamely too in view of the fact that is clearly what you have in mind for me.  But then she says, and it really hurts me to hear her say it:  “Get her back in here and take the first fall!  It’s all yours!  She’s had enough! She’s done!”

“Oh gawwwddd!”  I moan as I feel you grab the waist band of my shorts with one hand, the back of my thigh with the other.  You grunt and then heave me up onto the apron and shove me roughly back into the ring under the bottom rope.  I roll over.  Flop onto my back.  Tits heaving up and down madly, abs pumping too, as I try to gulp down some air, despair flooding my thoughts as I hear you clambering eagerly back into the ring after me.
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Jenni:
The rowdy crowd lets out a cheer as your ass tries to eat your shorts as I tug up on them hard, lifting your shuddering body onto the apron and rolling you under the ropes.  I take a quick look back to the fans, giving them a playful wink and a sway of my hips, letting my ass wiggle before climbing up onto the apron myself and rolling back into the ring.

My tight round thong covered ass high in the air as I push up to my hands and knees, crawling a bit towards you as you lay moaning on the mat.  Pushing up to my feet as I reach for your hair, dragging your half naked body up off the canvas.  Admiring your trembling form as I move around you, slipping in behind you, my own bare chest pressing against your back, stiff nipples dragging across your skin as my arms snake around yours, looking to lock my hands around the back of your neck, wanting to continue to give the fans a show, wanting you on display in a full nelson as I shake you back and forth, making your proud cum covered chest sway, and bounce, and slap against one another. "Mmmmmmmmm, this is what you get when you climb in the ring with me." I purr softly into your ear so only you can hear it.

Kimmie coming over to check the hold, to check on you.  Her face a mix of arousal and concern. "What do you say Brandi, can you continue?" she asks as I jerk my arms, trying to still cause you pain while I look to continue your humiliation.  The fans roaring at the site of the owner covered in sweat and spunk.  My hips grinding against your ass, body rubbing tightly against you, but you won't give to this hold, even in your state you're too tough and besides, I want to send a message, a sexy painful message.  My hands unclasping as I sink my fingers into your hair, stepping around you as I pull you harshly, jerking you off balance as I try to hairmare  you across the ring into the far ropes.  A wicked smile on my face as I wait for you to return...


Brandi:
I hear you coming for, smell your sweat and your eagerness as you haul me up by my sodden black hair, and smartly lock me into a full nelson, your hot breath on my neck, your hot tits pressed hard to my sweaty back.  You’re obviously really turned on now, your voice purring taunts into my ear, as if my spirit wasn’t completely broken as it is.  And oh you bitch!  Now I see what you are doing.  Your hold displays me nicely for the crowd, but more importantly for Kimmie as she looks on, anxious, keen to do her job properly, but also I can see she is really aroused, her face flushed, the pupils of her eyes dilated wide and her voice is thick with desire as she asks me,”What do you say, Brandi?  Can you continue?”

I cringe with shame and avoid her gaze, allowing you instead to force my head down towards my chest so that I’m forced to look at my own cum spattered tits as they sway around when you rag doll me this way and that in the full nelson.  You’re grinding on me now, you dirty bitch!  Hips working, your pink covered crotch nudging against my shiny black ass cheeks, you’re getting yourself wet as you control and dominate me in front of the object of both our affections.

We’re at an impasse.  Of course I won’t submit in this hold but you milk it for all it is worth because it makes you look great and me look like a beaten pathetic loser.  But then suddenly you slip your arms from under my pits and grab my hair.  I let out a Yelp of protest as I feel some hair unzipping at the roots with the sheer force of being hurled at the ropes.  I run hard, out of control, black boots clomping heavily on the rickety ring boards. The ropes come up to meet me real quick and I only just manage to turn to take them on my back.  The old cords sag under my weight and for a moment I think that the turnbuckles are going to break but then, with an alarmingly loud creak, they reach maximum tension and the ropes spring back to fling me out into the middle of the ring.  My boots are clattering madly as I run, my legs only just about able to keep me upright.  Normally I would be thinking about a counter at this point but I’m too hurt, too tired and too emotional to clear my head enough for that.  Instead all I can do is try to stay on my feet.  I look for you anxiously , peering through my dark hair that has fallen across my face.  “Oh fuck!” I gasp under my breath as I see you stood there waiting, face set in a half smile of vindictive concentration.


Jenni:
I can't help but stare at your sexy yet beaten body as you go rushing into the ropes, standing proudly in the middle of the ring, letting everyone in the "arena" get a good look at me.  Stepping towards you as you come back at me, wanting to get my hands on you before you can use all your years of ring experience to find a way out of this.  Wrapping my arms around you, pulling you tight against me, our sweat mingling, getting of cum on my own body, but for this it is so worth it.  Lifting you up in my arms, squeezing you tightly around the waist as I lift you high in the air.  My smile growing wide as the fans roar, thinking I'm going for an extra sexy half naked bearhug on the owner of this dump.  But I have other ideas as I step forward as you reach the apex of our lift.  Dropping to one knee as I let gravity and my arms pull you down.  Splitting your legs with mine as I bring you crashing down crotch first across my thigh in a wicked reverse atomic drop.

Your reaction is delicious, I almost don't want it to end as I let you flop to the mat.  Looking down at you as I blow you a kiss, then back up to the crowd, parading around the ring, soaking in their adulation as I pose and prance for them.  I don't look back, but I hope Kimmie is also staring at me.  She could be tending to you, but let's face it, you aren't going anywhere and everyone knows it.  Finished firing up the rowdy horny crowd even more, I strut back towards you, reaching down for your hair, smiling broadly as I pull you up to a kneeling position.  Making sure to show off your beaten practically helpless body again as I arch you back, thrusting your cum covered tits up towards the lights as I pull your head between my thighs, face up against my thong.  Giving my hips a wiggle as I look to set you up for a new move that I am sure everyone other than you will love...


Brandi:
I definitely believe that there is such a thing as wrestler’s instinct, that automatic response that comes out of nowhere and kicks in when you are up against it, even when you are running on empty.  But sadly mine seems disconnected right now so I run blindly into you, letting you wrap your arms around me and mould us together in a tight mid ring hug.  This gets some members of the crowd excited, the ones who have the bear hug fantasy, when one wrestler literally crushes the other one in her arms to put her hapless opponent out.  But I know you aren’t going for that.  You’re not stupid enough to try it with our relative sizes, even though it would be an ultra sexy way to win the first fall.

No, you definitely have other ideas.  My boots leave the mat as you lift me and they just keep going up. You’re actually arching back slightly to get maximum height and then….

“FUUCCKKKKK!!!”  You sink to one knee as you drop me down.   Crotch first.  Right onto your outstretched thigh. 

Inverted Atomic Drop!

Now some atomic drops I call just a bit of a stinger.  Ya know what I mean by that, a few moments of sore fanny and that’s it.  But this one!  This fucking one!  The impact reverberates through my pubic bone into my spine and all the way up until it rattles my teeth!  My eyes bug out wide as I look into your smirking face and I just hang there for a moment, frozen in exquisite, breathless, silent agony, my mouth gaping wide with surprise and shock.

Then you slip your arms from around my waist and our hot sweaty bodies disengage as I slide off your thigh and slump onto the mat, to lie on my side, slowly coiling into the foetal, my hands clutching at my black wet look shorts.

“Oohhhmmyyggoodd!”  I gasp, staring up at you blankly as you mockingly blow me a kiss, almost in disbelief that you could have hurt me so bad.

“What a move.”  I hear Kimmie mumble under her breath as she comes in close to check on me.  “That was soo damn hot!”  She knows those words hurt me, but she just can’t help herself.  She’s so turned on.  She realises, like everyone else in the room, that I’m ripe for your finisher now.

You take your time.  No rush.  Milking the adulation of the vicious club crowd a little more before your strut back to me and haul me up to my knees, displaying me some, before oh so slowly and deliberately arching me back to tuck my head between your parted legs. My face is wedged up into your pink thong, all damp and musky with your shameless arousal. My hands are gripping your pink boots grimly, feeling the firm calves flexed under the soft leather as I entertain some futile notion of unbalancing you to fashion a dramatic last moment reversal.  But I have no leverage in this position, no strength in my current condition and no will to resist any longer.

I hear the crowd noise begin to rise as the excitement in the club builds and also a voice next to me, soft, thick with desire, as Kimmie gasps, “Oh, Jenni. You’ve broken her!  She’s done.  Do it now.  Finish her!”


Jenni:
The club is electric, I'm not sure I've heard it louder in this place.  They roared when the action spilled out of the ring, they went crazy when that client shot his load all over you, and now they are riotous for the rowdy ring action I'm currently giving you. They've always loved me, though there is one part of me they love more than others and your gorgeous face is mashed against it at the moment.  I'm still smiling as I stand over you. Your sweaty body bend backwards as you kneel on the mat, your cum covered tits glistening from the ring lights.  All eyes are on us as I pop and rock my hips, making your head sway back and forth in time with my perfect bubble booty.  My damp thong rubbing against your face, shivering slightly as I feel your hot breath against my cheeks.  Feeling your hands weakly pawing at my boots, I could keep you here, milking this moment forever, but then I hear Kimmie's voice.  I can't tell if it's an order or a plea.  Her face is masked with so many emotions.  It's hard enough being a ref at this club with the lack of rules, and the bitches who don't play by the few we do have.  But to do that for the two women you care the most about, I can't imagine what is going through her head.  I give her a slight nod  before turning my attention back to you. I grab your wrists slowly pulling them off my calves and holding them out to the side.  You are practically hanging between my thighs, once again on display as I pose half naked over you.  I take a deep breath, lifting up my boots briefly leaving the mat as I hop, then dropping down to my knees, My perky tits bouncing as we land, putting you through a sort of reverse pedigree as I slam the back of your head off the canvas while landing with this tight round ass proudly on your pretty face.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM


Brandi:
I feel you grab my wrists to pry my desperate hands off your boots so that you can extend my arms out to the sides.  I look like some kinky sacrifice, kneeling, my face between your legs, totally helpless and on display.

Oh my god, what are you gonna do?  What is this?  There were rumours about you coming into this match with a new finisher, but girls always put crap like that out there to try and psyche out their opponents. But this feels real enough and you’re so damn excited about it.  You’ve become noticeably wetter in the last few seconds, my face mulched into an ever dampening, more pungently fragrant pink thong.  I can’t do anything but await my fate.  I don’t have to wait long.  You’re eager to show off your new big move.  I feel you kick out your boots from under you and then we drop like a stone.

The back of my head implodes on the ring boards as my face is mulched in the damp muskiness of your crotch.  But sadly for me, this move has an added twist. We drop so suddenly I can’t get my feet out from under me so I’m folded over onto the heels of my boots and forced to perform a full reclining quad stretch, a move I find difficult when I have time to ease into it, yet alone in an instant. My quads and hips scream in painful protest and I’m forced to let out a muffled cry:
“MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!”
My folded body shudders and writhes under you, boots folded under my ass, belly pumping frantically as the combined distress from my head and lower body overwhelms me.

The crowd erupt in a wild cheer, fuelled by vicious glee as Kimmie drops to her hands and knees alongside us and asks the desperate ridiculously obvious question:
“Oh my god!  Brandi!  Are you okay?  Are you hurt?”  Her inexperience is finding her out now and her mind is whirling frantically. Full of concern for me.  Full of admiration for you and the devastating move you have just executed and not wanting to ruin the moment for you.  But also needing to do the right thing as the dutiful official. She’s looking at my shoulders.  They’re definitely pinned flat to the canvas.  But this might not be what you intend.  There could be a submission opportunity. Or even a smother KO!  She just can’t tell.  She looks at you anxiously.
“I don’t know what to do!  I don’t know what to do!”


Jenni:
The ring thunders, though you could barely hear it over the roar of this rowdy crowd that's been whipped into a frenzy so far this evening.  My body shudders but it isn't so much from the impact as it is from the sensation of your beautiful face shoved firmly between my cheeks, your body folded in front of me.  Your muffled moans send another shiver and then another though me as the aftermath of this move is positively delicious.  My bare tits jiggling as I pose over you, my hands pressing firmly on your own bare chest, arching proudly for everyone in the club to see.

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I'm enjoying myself so much as I wiggle on your face that I don't realize there is no pin being counted.  It isn't until Kimmie is shouting at me that I realize the fall isn't over.  I look to see her like a deer in headlights kneeling next to us a scared confused look on her face.  I take a deep breath, trying to focus on her and not your mumbling moaning lips, "It's okay hun.  You can do this.  Just count the pin" I say softly, trying to ease her back into her job, having a good feeling you won't beat the count after the round you've hard, though at feeling of your shallow breaths against my cheeks, I'm not sure you will be conscious by the count of three.


Brandi:
I’m folded over backwards, taking your weight, my legs bent under me, boot heels pressing into my butt, totally fucking trapped! 
And I can hear you talking to Kim, managing her, getting her to make the count.  So you’re going for the pinfall! 

I need to get my legs out from under me to try to counter your weight on my upper body, but they feel so heavy and I’m not flexible enough to raise my hips to make some room to budge them. 
If I could just roll to the side a little I could flick one leg out and then the other….
but your weight pins my shoulders down flat….
and tight whilst your little pink slut thong is clamped onto my face and my desperate lungs are being starved of oxygen…
so I’m getting more and more confused…
fuzzy…
and…
fuzzier.

“Oneaah !”  Kim slaps the mat hard, her voice is a little timid and shrill, but exhilarated.  I feel you shift around a little on your perch, your now fully erect clit nuzzling my lips.  You could cum here.  Lots of wrestling girls do in this situation. My body coils and quivers under you.

“TWOaah!”  Kim slaps the mat again.  Her voice stronger, more confident, her breath coming in hot pants, gasps almost. You’re so fucking wet now. I can taste you.  Your hands clamped down tight and pressing down firmly on my semen spattered tits, my nipples stiffening treacherously at your touch as my taut belly rhythmically bleats in and out.

“THREEEEEAAH!”  Kim slaps the mat for a final time, her voice crying out as if the horny little bitch has just cum!  “That’s a pin!  Ring the bell!” She gasps breathlessly.

You stay stubbornly mounted on my face as the tinny little club bell clangs away madly, signalling the end of the first fall. 

Then I must slip out of consciousness momentarily because when I come back into the room I feel your clammy upper thighs glide away from my hot cheeks, your wet thong lift from my face and the cool leather of your pink boots ease up off my shoulders.  I lie there, mouth gaping, gulping down air, chest pumping up and down.  Kim has helped you up off me.  Her arm is draped around your waist, her hip is pressed against yours as she eases you away.  “Oh my god!” She gasps to you under her breath. “Counting that pin was sooo sexy!  I’m really turned on right now!”

I try in vain to drag my right boot out from under me as I twist towards the two of you, still lay on the mat like a beached turtle.  Pretty eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed and her body still pressed against you, Kimmie raises your arm and announces to the buzzing audience:
“Ladies and gentleman!  The winner of the first fall with an ultra sexy reverse straddle face pin, Jenniiiii Novelllllliiiiiiii!!!”

There’s a raucous cheer, a smattering of applause and some table banging.  I feel like I’m going to throw up with disappointment and dejection. But then it gets worse. Still smearing herself against your half naked sweaty body, Kim turns her face to yours, eyes half lidded, crimson painted lips seductively slightly parted as she offers herself to you for a sensual kiss!


Jenni:
I take a deep breath as I sit perched on your pretty face.  I feel your body squirming under me as you try to unfold and escape. Your breath and the rubbing against my thong has me practically soaking them as I push my hands against your bare cum covered breasts for support, needing to keep you down for the pin, needing to take this very important first fall of the night. 

My heart racing as Kimmie drops down to the mat, checking your shoulders as well as a few other things I'm sure before slapping the mat and shouting the count.  Her voice a mix of confusion, fright, and arousal.  I wiggle my hips to try to maintain the tight sit on my cocky arrogant opponent...and that's when my clit meets your lips. "nnngggggghhhhhhhhhhh" I bite my lip to stifle a moan as my whole body shakes as the sensation sends a wave of pleasure through my body.  I can't help myself, the action has been so wild in this first fall, I start to rock my hips, slowly grinding against your face.

"TWOaah!"  cries our sexy referee, it almost sounds like she's getting the hang of this again though she sounds like she's panting almost as heavily as we are.  I arch deeply, my fingers gripping your tits tighter, squeezing them, feeling your nipples stiffen against my palm, my tiny pink thong is fucking soaked at this point as I ride your face.  My own belly undulating, tits heaving as I pant and gasp, my hips working faster now as the crowd let's us know what they think of this erotic hold with a deafening cheer.

“THREEEEEAAH!” comes an almost cheer sounding call from Kimmie.  She calls for the bell though I'm not sure if it can really be heard at the moment as the fans go absolutely crazy as the first fall comes to a close.

**DING DING DINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG**  The club bell chiming again and again, but I can't stop now, I can't.  I'm so close.  I feel like I'm practically biting a hole through my lip as I try to keep from moaning out, not that the crowd would be able to hear it as they are on their feet and screaming as they watch my hips quicken, my bare tits bouncing as I hump your fucking face for all I'm worth, drowning too deep in my own pleasure to stop now.  Your weakly squirming body slowly slumps as I can't keep myself quiet anymore...

"Yes.......Yes, yes, yes....YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" I scream as my body tenses, my eyes clench as I put your tits in a death grip as I start to shake on top of you, gushing against my thong and your pretty face as I cum HARD. 

I sit there for another minute trembling, panting, before slowly slipping off your face and getting back to my feet, my legs wobbling as I'm still reeling from the amazing and massive orgasm.  Kimmie helping me keep my feet, I can feel her heart racing almost as fast as mine as she raises my hand announcing me to the whole club as the winner of the first fall.  There's another raucous of congratulatory noise.  I stand proudly, panting, looking around at the crowd as you lay on the mat, taking in the moment before I feel an important set of eyes on me.  I turn and mine meet Kimmie's, we seem to hang there for what feels like eternity, still practically in her arms, my lips quivering as I try to take a breath, that only quickens as she leans closer, pressing her lips against mine, "mmmmmmmmmmmm" I can't help but moan against her hips, my hands slipping around her as she kisses me deeply.

Again that moment feels like a lifetime and I love that it does.  But you moan on the mat at our feet and it snaps me back to reality as I pull away my face flushed.  We both look a bit nervous, my mind racing as I can still taste her,  I need to focus on this match, if that's even possible.  I take a deep breath and slowly, on trembling legs, make my way to my corner, bending down to take the towel from the apron and wipe some of the sweat away.  Taking another deep breath as I try to steady my trembling body, needing to get myself ready for the next fall.  One more and this might all be over....

[WindyRules]

You mean there’s more?

I’ve often heard the term erotic pro bandied about but have never before seen it in all its boob-splattering, crotch-watering glory. Did I mention buns? Yes, buns. Hot and cross.

I hope there’s a brief intermission so the wrestlers, the ref and the awestruck fans can catch their breath.

This is quite a piece of work by both entertainers.

[ThePurpleVixen]

Absolutely fucking exquisite.

Not that I'd expect anything less, having shared steaming succulent tangles with both these glamazons.

I'm perched up on tenterhooks waiting for the rest. And tenterhooks ain't cheap.

[diane p]

ckecking in from late night grabs some chips and beer watching from above takes a taste DAM STALE CHIPS !!!! COUGHING LIFTS CAN OF BEER GAGGING "DAM
PLACES HAS GONE DOWNHILL !!!!"
hehehe but match though is good great your both good nice outline and back round cant wait see the ending

[flashgordon2019]

loved this  fight  well done to you