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- Sep 21, 2013
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It was billed as a friendly. The Blonde Bombshells versus the New Kids on the Block.
The Bombshells were seasoned veterans on the circuit. Peroxide blondes, big girls but muscular rather than fat, and good wrestlers when they wanted to be, which wasn’t often because they preferred just to use their power rather than their skill to smash their opponents. They always fought in blue hipster shorts that stretched tight over their muscular thighs and hard buttocks, with bra tops that held their small tits.
The New Kids were, you guessed it, new to the circuit, with only a few fights. Jayne and Alison had had sole careers for a while but not made much impact, so they hooked up to try the tag scene. They looked small beside the Bombshells, but they were both well built and lean and fast. And they were blonde too. Word on the circuit was that their cuffs matched, which either meant that someone was lying or that they had been seen in their dressing rooms. Most people didn’t believe that, though, because wrestler are always shaved. Their colour was red, cherry red, bikini style bottom cut high on the leg with tank style top that allowed their well stacked shelves to bounce and jiggle.
Everyone knew what to expect, at least they thought they did. The Bombshells were bound to win, because they always did. But both teams would put on a good show before the inevitable outcome, with plenty of good fast moves and some close shaves, even maybe the unexpected but lucky fall or submission so that the New Kids would walk away with some pride in putting up a good show.
So no one was surprised when Brendah was the first up for the Bombshells, as she was the more gentle of the two. In other words, she was the slightly smaller of the pair and just vicious, as opposed to Beryl who was nasty and vicious. Jayne, the smaller of the New Kids, went up against her. It looked like the classic start to a friendly with some good clean wrestling between the faster girls so that the crowd could appreciate their skills and agility.
But everyone was surprised by what happened when the bell went and the ref stepped back to let the contest begin. Brendah extended her arms to lock with Jayne’s, but Jayne launched a flying drop kick that caught Brendah on the point of the jaw. She hit the deck like an oak tree, out cold. Jayne just looked down at her with contempt, while the crowd went silent. This wasn’t supposed to happen, surely.
The ref hardly bothered counting, it was obvious Brendah was out and going to stay out for a while. The medics rushed in and she was stretchered out of the arena, while the large screens replayed the moment when Jayne took out one half of the Bombshells within seconds of the start of the contest.
As soon as the ring was cleared, Beryl stormed the ring, shouting at her opponents: ‘OK, come on you bitches, I’ll take you both on.’ That got the crowd cheering. It looked like this had been set up along so that Beryl could show off by fighting two girls at once. But even Beryl couldn’t hope to overcome these two lean and mean opponents, could she.
But she set about them with gusto, grabbing Jayne round the neck and throwing her head first through the ropes at Alison, which sent them tumbling off the ring and into the front row. They scrambled to their feet and each tried to get a foothold on the edge of the ring, only to be sent flying off again by forearms smashing across their chests. Some of the blows hit them high but most landed on their tits, so that after a few blows they were both rubbing themselves to ease the pain. In the end, they split up so they were on opposite sides of the ring. Jayne was knocked back, but Alison slipped under the ropes, came up behind Beryl, and pulled her arms back to give Jayne the chance to land a series of blows on her tits.
By now, the New Kids had worked out that the only way to cope with Beryl was for both of them to be in the ring at the same time. She was throwing herself around, trying to shake Alison off, but Jayne continued to rain blows on her. Some missed, but enough found their target on her stomach and jaw to begin to make her groan and curse. She only broke free when she took the chance to ram Alison into the corner, knocking the breath out of her. Beryl broke free and met the advancing Alison with a head butt to the stomach that sent her staggering back until she landed on her back. Beryl followed up, grabbing Alison’s ankles and it looked like she was set to get a fall, but instead of pinning her shoulders, she pulled her legs in the air and shouted: ‘Let’s see if it’s true.’ The crowd was puzzled but then began to cheer as Beryl took hold of Alison’s bikini bottom and began to pull. Alison squirmed and called out to Jayne for help, but too late. The crowd cheered their delight and cameras flashed, as the bikini came down around Alison’s knees. The large screens around the arena carried the enlarged image of her neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair. The rumours were right; her cuffs matched.
The ref was too busy looking to try to stop what was happening, so Beryl had the perfect opportunity to follow up for a fall, but she just threw Alison’s legs to one side and tore the bikini away, tossing it into the crowd to a chorus of whistles, while Beryl shuffled trying to protect her crotch from view while not exposing her ass.
This was the moment when the contest changed. There are a lot of dirty tricks in pro wrestling, but exposing an opponent’s genitals and leaving them stripped from the waist just isn’t one of them. Beryl was sending a message that there would be no holds barred from now on. She was going to take her revenge for Brendah.
Jayne squatted beside Alison. It was easy to imagine their whispered conversation. Alison couldn’t abandon the contest, leaving Jayne to fight Beryl alone. And she couldn’t fight with one hand protecting her modesty. She had no choice but to fight as she was, wearing just her top and boots. So, her face red with fury and embarrassment, she rose to her feet and stood as brazenly as she could. Perhaps out of consideration for her feelings, whoever was controlling the remote cameras concentrated not on her but on Jayne’s face. Her expression was just as easy to read as Alison’s embarrassment. There had been a definite sexual element in Beryl’s wrestling all along. She’d gone for the New Kids’ tits, and now she had exposed Alison’s pubes and stripped her from the waist. Whatever she had in mind for Jayne, the one who had floored Brendah, was going to be worse.
The fighters circled each other cautiously. The Kids tried manoeuvring Beryl into a corner, while she tried to separate her opponents, focusing at getting Alison on her own. When she slipped, Beryl darted towards her. Jayne rushed to her aid, but Beryl swung round, her move on Alison had been a feint. She ducked and swept the advancing Jayne off her feet and over her shoulders, spinning her around until she tossed her face down over the top rope. And to whoops of approval from the crowd, she whipped Jayne’s bikini bottom off in one jerk.
Alison, seeing Jayne in trouble, Alison scrambled to her feet and rushed to help, only to be spun and dumped over the rope to join Jayne. With both Kids struggling to get off the ropes, and the screens displaying blow ups of their naked asses, Beryl slid under the bottom rope, reached up and grabbed their tank tops and wrenched them over the heads. Both girls tried to grab their tops, but their balance was too precarious for them to keep hold of them and they were soon flying through the air. Beryl immediately jumped onto the apron of the ring, yanked at the top rope and sent the Kids toppling to the floor. As they got to their feet, the screens were filled with shots of ass – both tight - and boobs – Jayne’s a good cup size bigger - and nipples – Jayne’s small cherry red perched on the tip of her breasts, in contrast to Alison’s large, puffy and brown that rode high up. Alison had gone puce again, but Jayne’s face was streaked with tears.
The crowd were hooping and whistling, and Beryl was leaning over the top rope goading them to come up and play some more. They glanced over their shoulders, obviously wondering whether to cut their loses and run for their dressing room. But then, in unison, almost as if they had discussed it and formed a plan, they sprang forward, each grabbing one of Beryl’s ankles, and pulled her off her feet and out of the ring. Beryl managed to grab the bottom rope and was left swinging. ‘Strip, strip, strip,’ the crowd were chanting. With the Kids butt naked apart from their boots, there was only person left to strip – Beryl. She didn’t try to resist and her hipsters were soon fluttering across the arena. And there, displayed on the screens for all to see, was a thick patch of pubes that spread across her lower belly and between her thighs. And not just pubes, but – and the close-up left no doubt about this –damp pubes, ringing wet pubes. Beryl had obviously been getting off on stripping her opponents.
The Kids dropped her feet and let her fall to the floor, climbed back into the ring and watched her reaction. In contrast to them, Beryl showed no embarrassment at being on public display and simply climbed back onto the apron of the ring and began to climb through the ropes to resume the contest. Which was when they pounced. With Beryl’s head and shoulders in the ring and her legs astride the middle rope, they grabbed it and pulled it up hard, into her crotch, rocking it back and forth, preventing her getting her feet securely on the floor. Beryl tried to relieve the pressure on her crotch by pressing down on the rope with her hands, but Jayne let go of the rope, leaving Alison to floss Beryl’s pussy, and calmly kicked her hands off the rope, took hold of her bra and began to pull it over her head.
Surprisingly, this time Beryl did resist, grabbing protective hold of her bra as the rope ground into her crotch. Sensing something wrong, Alison released the rope and joined Jayne in overcoming Beryl’s resistance. They dragged her off the ropes, shaking her from side to side as she tried to get a foothold to fight off her opponents. But the odds were against her and, at last, the combined efforts of the Kids hauled the bra out of her grasp and over her head. Beryl immediately clamped her hands over her chest. It did not take long to discover why. It was Jayne who turned the bra inside out to show the padding.
It was the Kids turn now to goad their opponent. They grabbed her by the elbows to prise her arms apart. ‘No,’ she whispered, ‘please, no.’ But they were in no mood to show her any consideration. Finally by throwing her back and forth, they managed to pull her arms out and threw her into the ropes. The remote cameras zoomed in and the screens displayed her rigid brown nipples that were almost as big as her tits that were little more than the bulge of her pecs. From the waist up, she could have been a man.
Beryl misjudged what would happen next. Expecting an attack on the rebound, she grabbed the ropes to stop her bouncing back. But the Kids moved in, grabbed her arms, pulled the middle rope up above the top rope and trapped her wrists. She was literally sacrificed, stretched out with only her feet to protect her. Alison went in first, with forearms to the chin and the top of her chest, ignoring the kicks that Beryl tried to deliver. But Jayne soon pulled her away and rained down punches on Beryl’s tits. The screens blazed with close ups of Beryl’s grimaces as blow landed after blow; soon tears were flowing down her cheeks.
It was at that moment when one of those mysterious changes occurred. The crowd, who had been urging the Kids on, seemed to sicken of the treatment they were dishing out and began booing them. Puzzled, Jayne paused, giving Beryl a chance to deliver a kick to her stomach that sent her reeling across the ring. With no one attacking her for the moment, Beryl made a supreme effort and managed to free her left wrist. Alison, rushing in to the attack, was met with the rising arch of Beryl’s foot dead centre between her thighs. She stopped, staggered, swayed and dropped to her knees. Beryl, both hands now free, jumped over her and launched herself towards Jayne. Alison reached out and grabbed an ankle as Beryl flew over her, bringing her crashing onto her chest with a howl of pain as her sore tits hit the canvas. As she rolled onto her back, Jayne climbed the ropes to stand on the turnbuckle, aiming to land on Beryl and pin her for a fall.
At that moment a loud cheer went up. Jayne turned, to see Brendah, now conscious and recovered, rushing down the aisle to help her team mate. Taken by surprise, Jayne began to topple and, seeing her chance, Beryl shook the top rope. And Jayne began to fall, legs apart, dropping towards the turnbuckle. She cried out in despair and tried to get her hands down to protect her bare crotch, but too late. She crashed down with a howl that echoed around the arena. Beryl immediately grabbed her by the hair, pulled her into the ring and pulled up her legs to pin her shoulders for a quick fall. Alison scrambled to her feet to try to help her partner, but Brendah vaulted over the top rope and felled her with a flying kick from behind. She landed on top of Beryl, further pinning Jayne to the canvas.
The teams were now even again, with both the Kids weakened by crotch blows. The Bombshells took their chance, each grabbing one of their opponents and spinning them around and around, until they released the dazed pair to crash into each other. And they had barely hit the deck before they were jumped on, their legs pushed over their heads to be pinned down for a combined count of three.
The Blonde Bombshells had won, but not quite as expected.
The Bombshells were seasoned veterans on the circuit. Peroxide blondes, big girls but muscular rather than fat, and good wrestlers when they wanted to be, which wasn’t often because they preferred just to use their power rather than their skill to smash their opponents. They always fought in blue hipster shorts that stretched tight over their muscular thighs and hard buttocks, with bra tops that held their small tits.
The New Kids were, you guessed it, new to the circuit, with only a few fights. Jayne and Alison had had sole careers for a while but not made much impact, so they hooked up to try the tag scene. They looked small beside the Bombshells, but they were both well built and lean and fast. And they were blonde too. Word on the circuit was that their cuffs matched, which either meant that someone was lying or that they had been seen in their dressing rooms. Most people didn’t believe that, though, because wrestler are always shaved. Their colour was red, cherry red, bikini style bottom cut high on the leg with tank style top that allowed their well stacked shelves to bounce and jiggle.
Everyone knew what to expect, at least they thought they did. The Bombshells were bound to win, because they always did. But both teams would put on a good show before the inevitable outcome, with plenty of good fast moves and some close shaves, even maybe the unexpected but lucky fall or submission so that the New Kids would walk away with some pride in putting up a good show.
So no one was surprised when Brendah was the first up for the Bombshells, as she was the more gentle of the two. In other words, she was the slightly smaller of the pair and just vicious, as opposed to Beryl who was nasty and vicious. Jayne, the smaller of the New Kids, went up against her. It looked like the classic start to a friendly with some good clean wrestling between the faster girls so that the crowd could appreciate their skills and agility.
But everyone was surprised by what happened when the bell went and the ref stepped back to let the contest begin. Brendah extended her arms to lock with Jayne’s, but Jayne launched a flying drop kick that caught Brendah on the point of the jaw. She hit the deck like an oak tree, out cold. Jayne just looked down at her with contempt, while the crowd went silent. This wasn’t supposed to happen, surely.
The ref hardly bothered counting, it was obvious Brendah was out and going to stay out for a while. The medics rushed in and she was stretchered out of the arena, while the large screens replayed the moment when Jayne took out one half of the Bombshells within seconds of the start of the contest.
As soon as the ring was cleared, Beryl stormed the ring, shouting at her opponents: ‘OK, come on you bitches, I’ll take you both on.’ That got the crowd cheering. It looked like this had been set up along so that Beryl could show off by fighting two girls at once. But even Beryl couldn’t hope to overcome these two lean and mean opponents, could she.
But she set about them with gusto, grabbing Jayne round the neck and throwing her head first through the ropes at Alison, which sent them tumbling off the ring and into the front row. They scrambled to their feet and each tried to get a foothold on the edge of the ring, only to be sent flying off again by forearms smashing across their chests. Some of the blows hit them high but most landed on their tits, so that after a few blows they were both rubbing themselves to ease the pain. In the end, they split up so they were on opposite sides of the ring. Jayne was knocked back, but Alison slipped under the ropes, came up behind Beryl, and pulled her arms back to give Jayne the chance to land a series of blows on her tits.
By now, the New Kids had worked out that the only way to cope with Beryl was for both of them to be in the ring at the same time. She was throwing herself around, trying to shake Alison off, but Jayne continued to rain blows on her. Some missed, but enough found their target on her stomach and jaw to begin to make her groan and curse. She only broke free when she took the chance to ram Alison into the corner, knocking the breath out of her. Beryl broke free and met the advancing Alison with a head butt to the stomach that sent her staggering back until she landed on her back. Beryl followed up, grabbing Alison’s ankles and it looked like she was set to get a fall, but instead of pinning her shoulders, she pulled her legs in the air and shouted: ‘Let’s see if it’s true.’ The crowd was puzzled but then began to cheer as Beryl took hold of Alison’s bikini bottom and began to pull. Alison squirmed and called out to Jayne for help, but too late. The crowd cheered their delight and cameras flashed, as the bikini came down around Alison’s knees. The large screens around the arena carried the enlarged image of her neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair. The rumours were right; her cuffs matched.
The ref was too busy looking to try to stop what was happening, so Beryl had the perfect opportunity to follow up for a fall, but she just threw Alison’s legs to one side and tore the bikini away, tossing it into the crowd to a chorus of whistles, while Beryl shuffled trying to protect her crotch from view while not exposing her ass.
This was the moment when the contest changed. There are a lot of dirty tricks in pro wrestling, but exposing an opponent’s genitals and leaving them stripped from the waist just isn’t one of them. Beryl was sending a message that there would be no holds barred from now on. She was going to take her revenge for Brendah.
Jayne squatted beside Alison. It was easy to imagine their whispered conversation. Alison couldn’t abandon the contest, leaving Jayne to fight Beryl alone. And she couldn’t fight with one hand protecting her modesty. She had no choice but to fight as she was, wearing just her top and boots. So, her face red with fury and embarrassment, she rose to her feet and stood as brazenly as she could. Perhaps out of consideration for her feelings, whoever was controlling the remote cameras concentrated not on her but on Jayne’s face. Her expression was just as easy to read as Alison’s embarrassment. There had been a definite sexual element in Beryl’s wrestling all along. She’d gone for the New Kids’ tits, and now she had exposed Alison’s pubes and stripped her from the waist. Whatever she had in mind for Jayne, the one who had floored Brendah, was going to be worse.
The fighters circled each other cautiously. The Kids tried manoeuvring Beryl into a corner, while she tried to separate her opponents, focusing at getting Alison on her own. When she slipped, Beryl darted towards her. Jayne rushed to her aid, but Beryl swung round, her move on Alison had been a feint. She ducked and swept the advancing Jayne off her feet and over her shoulders, spinning her around until she tossed her face down over the top rope. And to whoops of approval from the crowd, she whipped Jayne’s bikini bottom off in one jerk.
Alison, seeing Jayne in trouble, Alison scrambled to her feet and rushed to help, only to be spun and dumped over the rope to join Jayne. With both Kids struggling to get off the ropes, and the screens displaying blow ups of their naked asses, Beryl slid under the bottom rope, reached up and grabbed their tank tops and wrenched them over the heads. Both girls tried to grab their tops, but their balance was too precarious for them to keep hold of them and they were soon flying through the air. Beryl immediately jumped onto the apron of the ring, yanked at the top rope and sent the Kids toppling to the floor. As they got to their feet, the screens were filled with shots of ass – both tight - and boobs – Jayne’s a good cup size bigger - and nipples – Jayne’s small cherry red perched on the tip of her breasts, in contrast to Alison’s large, puffy and brown that rode high up. Alison had gone puce again, but Jayne’s face was streaked with tears.
The crowd were hooping and whistling, and Beryl was leaning over the top rope goading them to come up and play some more. They glanced over their shoulders, obviously wondering whether to cut their loses and run for their dressing room. But then, in unison, almost as if they had discussed it and formed a plan, they sprang forward, each grabbing one of Beryl’s ankles, and pulled her off her feet and out of the ring. Beryl managed to grab the bottom rope and was left swinging. ‘Strip, strip, strip,’ the crowd were chanting. With the Kids butt naked apart from their boots, there was only person left to strip – Beryl. She didn’t try to resist and her hipsters were soon fluttering across the arena. And there, displayed on the screens for all to see, was a thick patch of pubes that spread across her lower belly and between her thighs. And not just pubes, but – and the close-up left no doubt about this –damp pubes, ringing wet pubes. Beryl had obviously been getting off on stripping her opponents.
The Kids dropped her feet and let her fall to the floor, climbed back into the ring and watched her reaction. In contrast to them, Beryl showed no embarrassment at being on public display and simply climbed back onto the apron of the ring and began to climb through the ropes to resume the contest. Which was when they pounced. With Beryl’s head and shoulders in the ring and her legs astride the middle rope, they grabbed it and pulled it up hard, into her crotch, rocking it back and forth, preventing her getting her feet securely on the floor. Beryl tried to relieve the pressure on her crotch by pressing down on the rope with her hands, but Jayne let go of the rope, leaving Alison to floss Beryl’s pussy, and calmly kicked her hands off the rope, took hold of her bra and began to pull it over her head.
Surprisingly, this time Beryl did resist, grabbing protective hold of her bra as the rope ground into her crotch. Sensing something wrong, Alison released the rope and joined Jayne in overcoming Beryl’s resistance. They dragged her off the ropes, shaking her from side to side as she tried to get a foothold to fight off her opponents. But the odds were against her and, at last, the combined efforts of the Kids hauled the bra out of her grasp and over her head. Beryl immediately clamped her hands over her chest. It did not take long to discover why. It was Jayne who turned the bra inside out to show the padding.
It was the Kids turn now to goad their opponent. They grabbed her by the elbows to prise her arms apart. ‘No,’ she whispered, ‘please, no.’ But they were in no mood to show her any consideration. Finally by throwing her back and forth, they managed to pull her arms out and threw her into the ropes. The remote cameras zoomed in and the screens displayed her rigid brown nipples that were almost as big as her tits that were little more than the bulge of her pecs. From the waist up, she could have been a man.
Beryl misjudged what would happen next. Expecting an attack on the rebound, she grabbed the ropes to stop her bouncing back. But the Kids moved in, grabbed her arms, pulled the middle rope up above the top rope and trapped her wrists. She was literally sacrificed, stretched out with only her feet to protect her. Alison went in first, with forearms to the chin and the top of her chest, ignoring the kicks that Beryl tried to deliver. But Jayne soon pulled her away and rained down punches on Beryl’s tits. The screens blazed with close ups of Beryl’s grimaces as blow landed after blow; soon tears were flowing down her cheeks.
It was at that moment when one of those mysterious changes occurred. The crowd, who had been urging the Kids on, seemed to sicken of the treatment they were dishing out and began booing them. Puzzled, Jayne paused, giving Beryl a chance to deliver a kick to her stomach that sent her reeling across the ring. With no one attacking her for the moment, Beryl made a supreme effort and managed to free her left wrist. Alison, rushing in to the attack, was met with the rising arch of Beryl’s foot dead centre between her thighs. She stopped, staggered, swayed and dropped to her knees. Beryl, both hands now free, jumped over her and launched herself towards Jayne. Alison reached out and grabbed an ankle as Beryl flew over her, bringing her crashing onto her chest with a howl of pain as her sore tits hit the canvas. As she rolled onto her back, Jayne climbed the ropes to stand on the turnbuckle, aiming to land on Beryl and pin her for a fall.
At that moment a loud cheer went up. Jayne turned, to see Brendah, now conscious and recovered, rushing down the aisle to help her team mate. Taken by surprise, Jayne began to topple and, seeing her chance, Beryl shook the top rope. And Jayne began to fall, legs apart, dropping towards the turnbuckle. She cried out in despair and tried to get her hands down to protect her bare crotch, but too late. She crashed down with a howl that echoed around the arena. Beryl immediately grabbed her by the hair, pulled her into the ring and pulled up her legs to pin her shoulders for a quick fall. Alison scrambled to her feet to try to help her partner, but Brendah vaulted over the top rope and felled her with a flying kick from behind. She landed on top of Beryl, further pinning Jayne to the canvas.
The teams were now even again, with both the Kids weakened by crotch blows. The Bombshells took their chance, each grabbing one of their opponents and spinning them around and around, until they released the dazed pair to crash into each other. And they had barely hit the deck before they were jumped on, their legs pushed over their heads to be pinned down for a combined count of three.
The Blonde Bombshells had won, but not quite as expected.