A writer is never late, nor is she early she arrives precisely when she means too
Here is the second part, still mostly build up.
The next day was busy for both families. Megan woke her daughter early that morning to workout and train the best they could for the next day. They put on wrestling footage, both pro and freestyle, studying the moves and then practicing the different holds on each other in their cleared living room.
This was wholly new for them but they were dedicated to putting the Becketts in their place. For Megan it was simple vengeance against that stuck up Cynthia, while for Elly, she felt that a victory like this over both Brie AND her mom would solidify the safety of all the other rejects in the school from the blonde’s derision and mockery. At least for a time.
Around lunch, as they were taking a break from their preparations, they received a text message from Ms. Adler.
“Attire to be topless and barefoot. Please coordinate colors so as not to confuse the official. The color blue has already been taken. Send stats for introductions.”
Both mother and daughter looked nervously to each other. They were open minded for sure but… to jump right into wrestling topless? Silence filled the kitchen as they pondered it.
“We don’t have to do it if you really don’t want to mom,” Elly said softly, “I know you aren’t as comfortable with your body as you used to be.”
Elly had seen pictures of her mother in college, a busty brunette co-ed in biknis, smiling and giving peace signs. She had flaunted her body back then but Elly couldn’t remember the last time her mother went swimming in anything besides her swimsuit. Even now in her workout shorts and t-shirt, Elly could see her mom’s breasts were sagging ever so slightly and a muffintop had since formed over her waist.
And she was right, even then Megan was reconsidering things. She was no means out of shape, still quite strong from constant gardening and weekly simple workouts but self-consciousness ran in the family. But now looking at her daughter across the table, her resolve hardened to prove that she wasn’t washed up. That she was just as capable as that bitch Cynthia Beckett if not more so!
“We are in, honey,” she stated confidently, “And we are going to win.”
They sent off their stats to Ms. Adler and then headed out to the mall to by their new wrestling “gear”.
Neither Elly or her mother had truly restful sleep. The teenager managed to fall asleep but was cursed with nightmares of Brie leering down at her before delivering cruel kicks to her face. Megan simply barely slept at all, her bedroom filled with the blue glow of the TV as she watched match after match, hoping maybe to engrain it in her mind before finally nodding off at 3 AM.
Elly woke up to her alarm at 10 and went to shower. When she came out she realized her mom’s alarm was still going off. She softly padded to her mother’s bedroom to find her mother still asleep, a wrestling match still playing on her TV. Elly softly woke her mom, memories springing back of all the times that it had been her mother waking her up past a missed alarm.
Megan groaned as she opened her eyes, meeting her daughter’s before looking sheepish, “I’m sorry hun…”
“Late night?” Elly gave a little smile.
“Mhmm,” Megan hummed back, sleepily, “Just trying to get some last minute knowledge.”
Elly gave a little chuckle and shook her head, “Mom… we got this. I didn’t want to brag about this in Ms. Adler’s office but…” She leaned in close as if the principal might overhear, “I was totally kicking Brie’s ass when we were broken up. I can handle her. And mom… I know that you can handle that stuck up business bitch.”
“Elly! Language!” Megan exclaimed, but the smile on her face showed that she was proud of the compliment and was in no mood to disabuse her daughter of this notion. She sat up and gave a chuckle, “Alright sweetie, let’s put them in their place.”
Mother and daughter got ready for the day, had a hearty breakfast and then packed up. In sweatpants and t-shirts they got into the car and drove to the high school. Elly flipped through the stations till the found a rock station to pump them up for their match.
Arriving at the school they strode to the doors with a confidence that only Led Zeppelin could instill. The doors were unlocked and the halls of the school were quiet. Elly and Megan could only hear their footsteps on the tiled floor as they made their way to the gym. Ms. Addler was there, waiting for them.
The strict woman was wearing a referee’s black and white striped polo, a black business skirt with hose beneath and black wrestling boots. As always her hair was in a tight black bun. She gave a cool smile.
“Ladies,” she spoke, “Follow me please.”
She guided them across the wood of the basketball court and down a side stairway to the weightroom beneath the gymnasium. Kellerman High had just recently been donated money for a boxing ring by an old alumni who had become a pugilist and had supported the idea of starting a boxing team at the school.
The state of the art ring now stood front and center in the middle of the weightroom, surrounded on all sides by various equipment and racks, making it seem as if it were a model city painstakingly set up. Elly and her mother looked around, expecting to see their opponents waiting for them.
Ms. Adler answered the question before they even asked it, “The Beckett’s are currently preparing themselves in the women’s bathroom,” she motioned toward the door on the far left side of the gym. She then moved to point to the far right side, “I am afraid you will have to change in the men’s room. Be assured, I had the janitors clean thoroughly in there for the weekend. You may make your entrances when I call your names in ten minutes.”
Elly and Megan went to the bathroom. It was clean alright. They swiftly stripped and put on the matching red athletic thongs they had purchased. They were simple things. Nothing showy, just a bright scarlet that did a good job showing off their asses and thighs.
The cold linoleum floor on their barefeet sent shivers up their spines and hardened their nipples. Or was it the tension. Then with a “we’ve come this far” look, they both packed up their clothes and walked out of the bathroom with the best confidence they could muster.
In truth, they did a good job of putting on a brave face. Ms. Adler could hardly tell that they were nervous at all. But she could still tell. Elly was biting the inside of her lip while her mother’s fists her curled a bit too tight. But they certainly looked fine. Two busty redheads, Elly’s cute freckles and her mother’s sexy tanlines. They really filled the typical “girls next door” look.
Adler walked to the center of the ring as Elly and Megan climbed up the stairs on the side of the ring. She pulled out an index card and called out, “This is a tag team elimination match to settle a dispute of punishment! Introducing first at 5’6 135lbs and 36D breasts, Elly Walker! And her partner, standing at 5’10 150lbs and 38DD breasts, Megan Walker!”
Both mother and daughter looked at each other, confused but not daunted. Megan supposed this was just Adler getting into what was obviously a beloved hobby of hers while Elly just thought all wrestling started like this.
Mother and daughter slipped through the ropes, their tits dangling for a moment before they both made their way to their designated corner. There was a slight pause before Adler’s voice picked up again.
“And their opponents! First, standing at 5’5 122lbs and 34B breasts, Brie Beckett!”
Brie emerged from the bathroom door with a flourish and very nearly dazzled the Walkers with her appearance. Her white blonde hair had been permed so as to give it a dazzling wave. She wore an ice-blue satin robe that went down just to cover the tops of her legs but short enough to show off her creamy pale thighs and matching blue ring boots. Over her heart (if she had one) on the robe was a cursive “B” in silver and as she spun around the words “Brilliant Becketts” sparkled on the back in similar silver thread.
When she spun back around to face them, Elly could see her eyes were made up with a similar ice blue make up styled to look like snow flakes and really made her blue eyes pop. And those eyes were looking at Elly and her mom with an almost voracious appetite.
“And her partner! Standing at 5’8 138lbs and 36C, Cynthia Beckett!”
The older blonde followed her daughter with the same flourish, her leg first appearing and clinging to the door before she strut out and gave a little laugh as if this was all play to her. She was similarly garbed to her daughter and their make up and hair as well. The only difference to be seen between the two was their height and the tightness of Cynthia’s face from her plastic surgeries.
The blondes strut toward the ring, climbed up onto the canvas. While Cynthia decided to show off and step over the top rope, Brie opted to drop into a splits and slip beneath them. Then with an almost experienced grace the both made their way to their corner, throwing off robes to reveal their pale tits. Together they gave glamorous flexes to show that while their arms may appear average, beneath was wiry muscle.
Elly swallowed in their corner but now it was her mother’s turn to give her hope.
“We’re bigger than both of them,” Megan whispered in her daughter’s ear. “They might look not bad but when we are done with them that hair will be twisted and that make up will be ruined with their tears. And look at Cynthia’s fake tits…” She pointed at the Beckett mom’s breasts as she strut toward the ring with her daughter, “They move like they were stapled on.”
Elly giggled as her mother chuckled and they both flexed back at their blonde opponents, revealing their own power in the muscle department, more than enough to counter anything they might throw at them.
That caused Brie to swallow a bit hard but Cynthia just tightened her jaw.
Adler called both teams to the center and went over the rules as though she was outlining a syllabus. “This is an elimination tag team match. That means each team will have one legal competitor in the ring and one outside. A pin or submission does not count if performed on the individual not in the ring. To make one’s partner legal a wrestler must touch them in any capacity to “tag” them in. If a legal teammate is forced to submit or pinned to a 3 count, they are eliminated and the other must continue the match on their own. Double teaming is only allowed either in their corner or for 10 seconds after a tag. After which the wrestler who has tagged out must leave the ring or face forfeit. Any questions?”
Cynthia just smiled, “More of a suggestion really. I say that the losers get stripped and spanked.”
The Walkers’ jaws dropped open while Brie giggled maliciously. “Wha- That- You… That wasn’t agreed on before!” Megan blurted.
“I know you dumb bitch,” Cynthia rolled her eyes, “That’s why I’m bringing it up now. But I get it. You finally saw how powerful we look and know you won’t stand a chance and are just trying to save yourself the humiliation-”
“Now wait just a second!” Megan quickly countered, “I am not at all afraid of you or your toothpick bitch-blonde daughter! But unlike you I’m not a slut eager show my ass at anyone who thinks to look!”
“Of course you aren’t,” snickered Brie, “If anyone had to look at you or Elly-phant here, they’d be sick!”
The Becketts both laughed out loud at this and Adler just gave a wry grin as she looked at Megan and Elly. Both were blushing but Elly blurted out, “We accept! Just don’t get too embarrassed when you spank those pale asses red!”
Brie pretended to be frightened before laughing while Megan leaned into her daughter as they walked back to their corner, “Elanor Grace, what have you just done!?”
“Gave us the best present we’ll ever get,” Elly just smiled confidently at her mom, “Giving these bitches their fill of embarrassment.”
Just then Adler signaled for each team to send their first wrestler in. Elly winked at her mom and strode to the middle where Brie was waiting for her...
