Well, it's been ages since I have written a story, or even posted on the forums for that matter. So a while back when I was writing I received quite a few requests to do some stories featuring the Housewives, since I posted a few polls involving them. I am debating starting a series featuring them, and wanted to get opinions if people think it's worth writing. So here are a few paragraphs of the story I started moons ago, that is half completed now. I have some free time finally, and if people think it's worth developing I may continue it.
There is no intro here, and if I continue with this I will post a quick background leading up to the Housewives, and how they came about.
It was going to be the stunning blonde Hooter’s girl, Tasha, opening up against Phyllis, and the Housewife wasted no time in getting the match underway wanting to lock up in a test of strength. Phyllis stomped across the ring with her arms out stretched, and the tiny blonde slowly emerged from her corner, reluctantly her arms came up in front of her ready to lock up with her charging opponent. Phyllis was already across the ring with her arms overhead, but caught the blonde hottie off guard, and at the last second the Housewife lowered her shoulder and sprang forward slamming it into Tasha’s tight midsection. Tasha gasped, hunching over at the waist, the blonde sucking in air and allowing Phyllis ample opportunity to latch onto her long hair. “Let Go of my haiiiir” Tasha’s shriek filled the arena as the blonde’s long locks were used like a handle, the attacking Housewife dragging the aching beauty painfully across the mat towards her partner. The blonde’s scream intensified being yanked and pulled over towards Arlene who stood on the ring apron, waiting in her corner with a small bottle of some kind in her hands. Phyllis dragged the Hooters hottie towards Arlene using her golden tresses, and the Housewife began lining up the blonde’s face directly in front of the bottle. Arlene snickered, “Time to freshen up…you smell terrible slut!” Tasha was clueless and her eyes were staring directly at the small bottle, which suddenly released a stream of fluid shooting onto her face. An instant burning filled the blonde’s eyes as Arlene pumped down on the small bottle of what appeared to be perfume, spraying it a second and a third time, the entire blasts covering Tasha’s face.
“My eyes! I can’t see!” Tasha wildly began screaming, her vision totally blurry, but the Goddess got no relief as she was suddenly flipped through the air and painfully snapmared to the canvas. Laying on her back in the center of the ring, the blonde's hands shoot up to her stinging eyes desperately trying to wipe away the remnants of the perfume. Tasha was panicked, her eyes unable to focus on anything, the lights of the arena each looking massive glowing orbs. Phyllis backpedaled into the ropes, and the Housewife watched the referee who was checking on Tasha, before she began reaching inside of her robe. Arlene’s right hand came free with a quick flash of metal, and the Housewife hurriedly had something concealed up her sleeve as the ref turned back around a second to late to see the foreign object. Dropping back a few feet, Arlene hit the ropes, and using the momentum, the charging Housewife came rebounding towards the center of the ring. Phyllis leapt up into the air and executed a picture perfect body splash down upon the blonde’s prone body, knocking the wind out of Tasha, her legs flying up in response to the jarring impact.
Still upon the blonde, Phyllis straddled her opponent’s tiny waist and began sliding the metal object from the cuff of her robe into the palm of her hand and whispered, “Such a pretty face…it’s a shame it won’t look so good when we get through!” From her position on the other side of the ring, Arlene began yelling at the referee until she had his attention. Seeing the ref turn around, and perched upon her prey Phyllis positioned her back to the striped shirt man. Phyllis pulled her sleeve completely up and out slid a metal fork dropping down into her right hand. Tasha was struggling to breathe, her fingers still pawing at her burning eyes when the blonde suddenly felt an intense burning pain in her forehead. “What the fuck!” Tasha yelled as the pain flared, the metal teeth of the fork jabbed down into her tender flesh. “Time for a face lift cxnt!” the sick Housewife yelled, driving the fork deeper into flesh and then Phyllis began turning her wrist trying to rip the blonde’s flesh apart. Tasha shrieked in pain, her forehead blazed in pain, the Housewife sitting astride her smiled as the fork spun around, “I hope you like your new look!” Phyllis continued taunting the trapped beauty who bucked to break free, while outside the ring Arlene was still distracting the referee. Her feet pounded the mat, and Tasha’s arms tried to snake free from the Housewife’s pinning hold, but the blonde couldn’t slow the grinding of the fork as it tore apart her aching skin. The blonde’s screams suddenly intensified, Phyllis began using the fork like a saw, going back and forth over tender flesh, grinding and raking over the beauties burning skin. Wildly, Tasha’s body thrashed in place on the mat for each pass seemed like it was ripping apart her skin.
Back and forth the metal fork was ravaging the blonde’s flesh, and finally the referee left Arlene and came over to investigate the screaming wails of pain filling the air. Phyllis saw the striped shirt man approaching and quickly slid the metal fork back inside her robe, while the referee began investigating why the blonde’s forehead was bright red, yet finding no trace of the illegal attack. Staying atop of the blonde, Phyllis grabbed the back of Tasha’s leg and pried it upward going for a quick pin only a brief minute into the match. The ref was a second slow beginning the count still looking for some sign of an illegal object and his hand slapped the canvas, once, twice and then the busty blonde Hooters Girl finally kicked out just as the hand was coming down a third time. “You should have ended your suffering know if you knew what was good for you bitch!” Phyllis hissed.
Outside the ring, Arlene snuck of her corner perch and slowly creeps around the outside of the ring, the Cowgirl still watching the action in the ring. The Housewife sped across the concrete floor and quickly latched onto the Cowgirl’s boots. In one swift tug, the blonde was suddenly yanked from the ring and dropping down to the arena floor. “Time to get you in to the action bleached blonde bitch!” Arlene screamed at Katya who was on her hands and knees starring at the arena floor wondering what the hell had just happened to her. Arlene charges up from the side, rears her boot backward and sends her long leg flying forward slamming a jarring kick square into the blonde’s washboard stomach. A whoompf filled the air as the Cowgirl groans in agony, breath stolen, and her body jostled through the air and flipped over and onto her back lying flat on the cool arena floor holding her aching midsection. Katya was suddenly scared shitless and lying on the arena floor, her head spun around looking for a quick escape but the pissed off woman stalked forward and allowed nowhere for the Cowgirl to hide. Arlene raised her thick-heeled boot high in the air and drove it stomping straight down, the hard heel tip slamming into Katya's lower stomach just above her cut off jean shorts. “Leave me alone!” Katya whined, her tender flesh burned in pain and her hands immediately came up to try to defend herself. Arlene was in rage, the Housewife paid little attention to the blonde’s plea for mercy, and her foot rose up and shot downward again this time catching the blonde flush in her belly button. Katya gasped as her stomach burned from the hard heel tip, but the blonde got no rest from the pain. Like a well-oiled piston Arlene's muscular leg came up and flew downward again and again, each time the heel of the boot slamming into Katya's suddenly sore midsection.
“Get up bitch!” Arlene yelled at the stunned blonde who soon finds herself dragged upward by her wrist, the Cowgirl suddenly spun around and around as Arlene's grip tightens on her forearm. The Cowgirl spun awkwardly, blonde hair covering her face; Katya was barely able to keep her footing in her sexy boots as she races in a tight circle. Katya's body teeters and almost topples to the ground as she is loosing all sense of equilibrium, continually spun around and around. Arlene never slowed her spin and the Cowgirl tried jerking her arm free but was helpless as she was spun in a wide circle. Arlene finally released her grip and sent the stunned hottie flying forward. Katya groaned in agony as her lower spine slammed into the steel crowd divider, the wind shooting from her frame leaving her stunned and standing limp against the metal divider. Before the Cowgirl could even register a defense, the Housewife sprang into action and charged forward. Arlene leapt in the air, her booted feet slamming into the blonde’s breasts, the jarring impact sending Katya’s spine jarring into the unforgiving metal divider. Arlene rolled off the ground and was shocked to see the Cowgirl hanging in the air, her body balanced on the steel rail. Acting quickly, Arlene grabbed onto the blonde babes boots and heaved up, Katya’s body sliding off the metal divider and landing painfully on her upper back on the other side of the metal rail, the crowd going wild.
Let me know if I should continue with this story, and further ones featuring the Housewives, or if I should scrap the series and pursue a different avenue.
Thanks!
Karsa Orlong
