OUT OF RETIREMENT?

Missy was depressed. Missy was depressed and still aching. Missy was depressed, aching and still bruised from the “fight” she had been in. Missy realized that no fight had taken place. She had just been a human punching bag for Tricia Knox. And worse, yeah it could be worse, she couldn't leave her home for fear of further humiliation at the pussy of Tricia. It had been 5 days and although Rich had asked questions Missy provided no answers. Rich wasn't a moron and he guessed rightfully so that Tricia had fucked both of them. He also guessed rightfully so that he enjoyed his more. He let it drop.

But Missy couldn't forget it. Tricia was going to be out there, waiting. People like Tricia didn't make idle threats. Missy could only imagine being in a restaurant, going into the ladies room and winding up nude in a stall on her knees eating Tricia out. She even thought about going out and hiring a younger girl to take care of Tricia for her but even that course of action made Missy depressed. Finally after 2 weeks Missy got into sweats. She had actually burned the sweats and underwear from the fight. Missy went out and jogged, about 200 yards. Hell no wonder she lost. She WAS a fat pig. Missy continued walking, constantly on the lookout for the blonde. She walked down a street and passed a wooded area with a nice grassy area surrounded by trees. She smiled. This was the place she had once taken part in a 10 women gang fight. She had taken Patti Moore(?) back into the woods and …. That part sort of sickened her now. She had done worse to Patti than Tricia had done to her. She had beaten Patti so bad Patti moved and didn't even tell her sister where. Missy was filled with mixed feelings. Man she had been good and man she had been bad. Maybe Tricia was her penance?

Missy was struck from behind with the force of a Mack truck. Oh God Tricia. Missy was hurled into the grassy area. She was pulled up and kicked in the gut. Missy was then backhanded to her knees. She looked up and saw a late 50's dark haired woman with a huge sagging chest above her. Not Tricia. Who then? The woman pulled her top over Missy's head and began to choke Missy with it. Not content she began to pull Missy around the grass. “Fight me bitch.” And the woman unleashed a bolo uppercut that struck Missy on the chin driving her back. Missy shook the cobwebs out and the woman attempted to haul Missy up but Missy beat her by driving a punch to the woman's pubic region. The woman's 2 hands went for that region and Missy shifted and pulled her over her shoulder to the ground. Missy jumped over and mounted the woman, and ripped open the woman's button down sweater and clawed at her large bra. Not content Missy threw 2 punches, one to each breast and ripped the bra up unfurling 2 huge breasts. “Oh my God, Melissa Gilbert is that you?” “Fucking A”

Missy hadn't seen Melissa in almost 10 years. A BAD woman and then a friend Missy had heard Melissa had had a falling out with Erica Plonk. Was Melissa back to her bitch ways? Missy reacted cautiously but stopped punching. Suddenly a big smile came across Melissa's face. “Good to see you, Miss. What's it been 8 years? Heard you had gotten, well, looking like me. And then that badass Tricia Knox wiped you out. Miss I'm 57, haven't been in a fight for 7 years. Oh the last one that bitch Erica wouldn't be my tag team partner and I grabbed some girl and well we got beaten up, stripped and humiliated. If you remember correctly I loved every painful second of it. But Miss it was the fact she wouldn't partner up with me. Said she was tired of beating up and getting beaten up. Bullshit. You don't walk out on friends. Hell because of me being such a bitch I don't have that many. That's why I'm here now, Miss. To help you get ready for the rematch. You are going to fight her again. Did she tell you the anyplace, anytime BS?” Missy nodded. Melissa laughed and stuck her chest in her bra. “Urban legend. Tricia's BS for old fatties like us and the kiddies. Tricia has a nice life, like me. She's not going to get arrested for assault or indecency and ruin that. She'll kick your fucking ass in the friendly confines of her homestead but she's not going to grab you at the Safeway. You are going to fight her again? No? Missy if what I heard is right she did a number on you. Hey, I don't mean tonight or next week but months from now. Not everybody gets to lose baby fat twice in a lifetime. Tell me you'll do it. Man my life is shit. I've had way too many girlfriends and a few husbands and no friends. Hell it'll be like old times. You're a fighter. You finally reacted to me. You can do this, Miss. From the look in your eye you have to do it.” Missy stood and realized that a young boy was looking at her from the street. Then she realized she was topless. Kid must love fat chicks she thought. She bent over and mooned the kid. He took off whistling. Missy helped Melissa up. Missy bent over and kissed Melissa on the cheek. “Man I missed the old times. Let's kick that blonde's ass.” Melissa whooped for joy.

First thing Missy did was sign up at Rich's gym and forbade him from ever going again till she said it was OK. Missy decided what the hell let's tell the hubby. Missy laid everything out for Rich. Who she was, what she had done, what Tricia had done, and Melissa. Missy left nothing out. Rich gaped. He asked her to relate again her nude fight with Sissy Antoine. Missy was stunned at his interest, they never had even discussed female pro wrestlers, told him again how she had finally forced Sissy to submit, beg, and then in front of a roomful of men AND women had forced Sissy to tongue her anus, repeatedly. Sissy hadn't asked for a rematch and was last seen also weighing in the neighborhood of 200 pounds. “Did you enjoy it? Inflicting pain and humiliation?” “Yeah I guess I did. Plus I was very well paid for basically ruining Sissy's life. Although if I hadn't done it to her she would have to me.” Rich nodded his head and then ripped every stitch off Missy and they engaged in the most uninhibited sex of their marriage. God thought Missy if I had known all it took for great sex was to tell Rich about my past hell she would have made shit up.

Next day Melissa picked Missy up and they drove to the gym. Rich had told Missy what time Tricia worked out. Missy walked in and almost walked into Tricia. Tricia's eye's almost popped from her head. Tricia had a black workout outfit on that allowed her incredible cleavage to pour out. “Next time we fight I'll use those juggs as a punching bag”,whispered Missy in Tricia's ear. Tricia's face turned bright red and a couple of her friends had to restrain her. Missy and Melissa left and began a training process that included cardio and weight training. She used the gym at weird hours so Tricia couldn't keep up on her progress. Her progress astonished Melissa. Missy lost 10 pounds in the first 2 weeks. She dieted and kept relating past fights to Rich at bedtime so her incredible sex continued. Her jogging lengthened from that first pitiful 200 yards to 1.5 miles by the end of the first month. Within the first 3 months Missy had to buy new clothes twice. Her bicep and shoulder development made Rich think pretty soon he wouldn't have the biggest in the family anymore. Missy and Melissa began to spar and box. In the 4 th month Melissa began to hire a string of “sparring” partners for Missy. She wound up paying medical bills for 3 of them. They certainly didn't build them like they use to she thought. Pretty soon all the young female toughs dried up everytime she showed up. Melissa soon had another idea.

There was a female biker bar 3 towns over. Melissa went there at times when she wanted to try some female delights. Now Melissa planned to use it as an experiment. Missy was in shape. She weighed about 152, about 7 pounds over her earlier fighting weight. But even Missy conceded she couldn't get in better shape or muscled up. Melissa felt a fight at this stage would do a couple of things. Did Missy still have it? If she didn't they could shelve the whole Tricia revenge thing. If she did win she could still recuperate in time for the whole kick Tricia's ass thing within 6 months. She had Missy wear a pink button down sweater and white jeans and sneakers. It was a most decidedly non-biker get-up. But wasn't that the point? Missy realized she hadn't been in bar in 5 years and she enjoyed the music and the screwdriver she was nursing. 3 bikers had even asked her to dance! Man Melissa thought they ain't building female bikers like they used to. Finally at 10 and after 2 hours of standing around 6 women walked in led by a brunette that made Melissa feel small. Maxie was 5'10 and about 165, a constant smirk across her face and when she opened her leather jacket a flat broad chest. Maxie was loud, obnoxious and treated her group as bad as the others in the bar. Perfect.

Melissa gave Missy the high sign and nodded towards Maxie. Missy nodded back. Missy got off her stool and gave the pretext of going to the ladies room. As she past Maxie she stumbled bumping into the brunette spilling half of her Dewar's on her. Missy apologized profusely and Maxie blustered on about how she was going to do this and that. Missy leaned over and again whispered to Maxie, “Shut the fuck up you old cow and follow me outside and I'll kick you ass and make you wish you never ordered that scotch.” With that Missy walked outside and to the side of the building followed by a beaming Melissa, a blustering Maxie, her posse, and a few of the more bloodthirsty bikers looking forward to seeing the hot chick in the pink sweater get hers. Would she?

Missy realized again she hadn't been in a fight in a long time. But unlike Tricia she felt different this time. She had the old mindset. But did she? What she did next confirmed she did. Missy turned to a still rambling Maxie and smiled sweetly. She then removed her long sleeve pink sweater revealing a beautiful powder blue bra but even more important 2 thick arms and shoulders a linebacker would covet. Missy did a double bicep pose and some in the crowd actually gasped. She was tanned and muscled up but could she still fight? Maxie removed her jacket and Maxie was also thick. And after Missy's exhibition also pissed. She charged Missy and Missy sidestepped her and pivoted and connected with an elbow to Maxie's throat. It was pretty much all over except for the beating and that would last for some time. Missy beat Maxie with her fists for about 5 minutes. Missy actually shook her hands a couple of times after thrown punches. By now Maxie was on her knees with her right hand extended. No matter Missy stepped to the side and kicked Maxie over on her back. She stomped her in the stomach and then stepped between her legs and stomped her womanhood. She ripped off Maxie's black tank and choked her with it and dragged her around the alley. Maxie was gurgling a submission and now like Missy a few months before begging. Missy ripped the biker's jeans off revealing a beautiful sequined thong. Go figure. Missy ripped it off throwing it to a female in the crowd about the same size. Maxie was beaten and nude. Missy just didn't feel the environs begged for sexual humiliation. No face-sitting. But verbal humiliation was OK. She grabbed Maxie by the hair and Maxie attempted throwing a punch at Missy. Missy easily blocked it and smiled. Good for you she thought. “I was going to humiliate her some more but that punch has given me second thoughts. She's beaten, stripped and humiliated and she's still fighting. She's OK. But I want everyone to know I'm Missy Ettinger-Salinger. I used to be someone in this fight thing. I got fat and got beaten up about 5 months ago. I'm going to revenge that and take that blonde out. Anyone out there wants a piece of me let me know. Anybody?” No one bit. Missy and Melissa weren't surprised. Missy then draped Maxie's coat over her and began to leave.

As Missy climbed in to Melissa's truck a female sprinted around the corner. Missy felt an attack coming, climbed out and tackled the intruder. “No no I don't want to fight. Well not now. I want to learn how to fight. Please. My name's Terri Duncan. I've had 12 fights and well I'm still recovering from the last one, a beating. Hey on the bright side the bitch told me I eat good pussy.” Missy smiled and gave Terri the once over. Terri was taller than Missy but not much but thicker and heavier. She was not wearing a bra under her black tank. What is it with female bikers and their black tanks? Missy thought. Someone have a concession? Her boobs appeared firm and right now she had nipples jutting out of her shirt. “OK hop in.” Melissa groaned.

Terri was gabby. She also seemed like a good kid. She was 22 and had lived on the street in and out of gangs since being kicked out by an abusive mother at 14. The fight of which she spoke was an initiation into Maxie's gang. A fight where the 22 year old Terri fought the 38 year old 200 pound Babe. Babe took Terri places in the fight she had never dreamed of. Again as is the case in female fights she had been beaten, stripped and the obese Babe had sexually humiliated the smaller younger Terri. So Terri stayed on “probation” until some time she could win a fight and join the gang. The trio arrived at Melissa's mansion and Terri gawked. “You rich.” “Yup and don't steal the silverware or I'll kick your ass.” “Hell fatty I'm an expert in fighting fat woman.” Missy laughed and finally so did Melissa. Terri was given a room and Missy walked home.

Missy jogged over in a pair of shorts that defied the laws of how tight anything could stick to the human body. She again wore no bra and wore a cutoff t-shirt. She was working hard on her abs to make them even tighter than 10 years before. It was working. Missy had a key to Melissa's. She smiled at the maid who pointed to the workout room. She could hear moans and figured the bitch couldn't wait and beat the hell out of poor Terri. She was stunned when she opened the door. Terri lay on her side, nude. Terri reminded Missy of a young thicker version of herself. Terri had a scissors on Melissa's head and Melissa's head firmly between her upper thighs. Melissa looked like her head would explode. “Lighten up before her head explodes, Terri.” “Terri jerked around and released the hold, standing she grabbed Melissa by the hair and brought her to her knees and slapped Melissa right across the left tit. Melissa moaned. Terri then slapped her again and bringing tears to Melissa's eyes. “Enough, now.” “Fuck you, I'm not hurting her.” With that Missy pulled off her tee and attacked Terri. She tackled Terri and they rolled around with Terri landing on top. Missy smiled up at her and muscled Terri off and to the side. Missy placed her knee on Terri's neck and twisted her right nipple. “Want me to give you a replay of your fight with Babe or want to watch your manners?” “Fuck you again. I wasn't hurting Melissa. We've been fighting all night. She kicked my ass early and then taught me stuff and then for the last 3 hours I've been beating the piss out of the old piece of shit and guess what? She's had more orgasms than you've had in your life. Now either release me or strap it on bitch and I'll kick your ass, Miss Musclebound.”

Missy raised her fist to strike the upstart and Melissa stopped her. “Miss the kid is crazy. Let her go.” Missy complied. “She's got 2 personalities.” Terri got up and walked out. “We talked for about 2 hours after you left. She is a great kid. Then we were so keyed up I suggested we roll around. One thing led to another and we're undressed I'm kicking her ass and I teach her a few things, and pretty soon I'm fighting a female version of Rambo. Girl in a fight becomes a different person. It's scary.” Terri reentered apologized to both and lay in front of Melissa and went down on her. Melissa came and Terri stood and began to lick Missy's boobs. “Unnecessary Terr just watch your mouth.” “Yes Missy I'm really sorry. Wanna fight?” Missy and Melissa exchanged looks. “OK.” And Missy stripped of her shorts.

“Rules?” Missy jokingly asked. “Yeah, 2. Melissa leaves and locks the door behind her.” “And?” “And winner takes all. Loser leaves embarrassed, humiliated and with nothing. You can't be the man till beat the shit out of the man.” “You ready for this?” Terri nodded. Melissa and Missy shared glances and Melissa left locking the door behind her. Missy Ettinger-Salinger, 29, 5”5 152, well-muscled and well tanned, had been in at least 20-25 fights prior to her “retirement”. Missy has short brown hair. Missy has perky, small breasts. Terri Duncan, 22, 5'6, 165, thick rather than muscular, no real tan, rather pale complexion. Terri has longish chestnut hair. Terri has medium sized very firm breast with incredible thick nipples. Both are not shaved, with surprisingly Terri being more well-groomed.

Both women faced each other nude and began to circle each other. Missy assumed and rightfully so Terri would make the first move. Terri fainted to left and came in tackled Missy's 2 legs. Missy used her momentum and rolled over, coming out on top. As they did Terri connected with a right cross to Missy's chin. Missy was woozy and fell to her left. Terri scrambled up and backhanded Missy across the face. Missy fell to the mat and Terri measured her and kicked her right across the boob line. Missy groaned. The fight was minutes old and again Missy was getting her ass kicked. The next 3 minutes proceeded the same way with Terri toying with and playing with a very disheveled Missy. Missy was on her stomach breathing heavy. Her body had bruises and marks everywhere. Terri stepped up and stomped Missy in the back. Missy screamed. Terri wrestled Missy to her knees and reached through and grabbed Missy's bush. Missy screamed again and dropped down. Terri kneeled on Missy's shoulders and actually lifted Missy's lower body OFF the ground by her pussy. Missy was screaming and her legs flailing. “Remember bitch I said embarrassed, humiliated and with nothing. Man I can't wait to see you hoof it up the driveway in your birthday suit. Oh by the way MISSY my last name isn't Duncan it's Smith. Remember Debbie Smith that you made love to in the ring after a tag match? That was my oldest sister. She's never stopped hating you. And when you mentioned your name well I couldn't wait to kick your old lady ass and make you eat MY pussy.” Terri proceeded to lift higher and Missy screamed louder.

Finally Terri released the hold. Missy flopped to the mat. Missy brought her right hand in to massage her wounded womanhood. Terri danced and pranced around thinking of what next humiliation to deliver to her fallen victim. “Pussy eating time, bitch.” Terri using her toe pushed Missy on her back. Missy writhed on the mat. Terri pranced away and ran into a prone Missy jumping and prepared to deliver a punishing fist somewhere on Missy's body. With a flick Missy stuck her foot in the air catching Terri on the chin. Missy could hear teeth crunch together. Missy grabbed the fallen Terri and straddled her pinning her arms her sides. “Little Orphan Annie and Rambo. Bullshit. What you think Melissa and I were born fucking yesterday. Nice beating by the way. You're tougher than your sister. Actually you have her boobs. Best real chest I ever molested and she hated every second of it. And oh by the way she'd done worse to me if I gave her a chance, asshole. I hope didn't believe a fairy tale like old 140 pound Missy in her what second fight beat up Amazon Debbie Smith and took advantage of her.” Missy smiled when she realized that's exactly what happened. Missy then began to work Terri's upper body over. She began by slapping and backhanding Terri's face. Punching Terri's damn near perfect boobs. At the end of 5-10 minutes Terri's perfect boobs were imperfect, saggy and bruised. Finally Missy brought Terri to her feet and picked her up and running drove Terri's back into the cinder block wall. There was a wall that jutted out 2 feet and across about 3 feet and Missy ran her into that. Terri sagged and became dead weight in Missy's arms. Missy walked to the middle of the mat and hoisted Terri to eye level and dropped her into a perfect back breaker. Missy forced Terri's chin to the mat. Missy also clawed at Terri's pussy and stuck 2 fingers in. Using incredible strength Missy picked up Terri using her hair and the pussy claw. It was now Terri's turn to howl. Missy slammed Terri into the mat.

Missy picked Terri up again and grabbed her by the hair and hair. Terri screamed and because of the angle got up on her tippy-toes to reduce the pain to her pussy. Missy walked her to the door and slammed her into the door. Missy hit her with 3 kidney punches and Terri slid down the door, with the door holding her up on her knees. Missy opened the door and Terri fell out. “No contest?” Melissa asked. “No she's tough, and a liar and no orphan or whatever. She's Debbie Smith's youngest sister.” “Ahhh great tits, although she had a rather inflated view of her fighting skills. Didn't you ….?” “Yeah she's here to avenge that.” “Yeah there's a lot of that going around.” Missy smiled.

Contrary to the rules of the fight Melissa helped Terri to her room and showered her and clothed her. She left her to rest. Missy left for another jog. She felt great and exhilarated. She played with Terri and still won. But she conceded Terri WAS tough. She didn't know how long she could have kept getting pummeled. Fortunately Terri spilled the beans about who she was. Missy's body ached but nothing like after Tricia's fight. Being in shape meant the body bounced back faster. Missy felt 1000% better than 5 months before and honestly believed not only could she compete with Tricia but beat her.

Missy really wasn't paying attention when Tricia tackled her onto the grass. They rolled down an embankment and Tricia wound up on top. “Well look at muscles here. Whatcha getting ready for? Another fight? Well let's go. And oh be ready to eat me again. And you're going to do me like Sissy did you. I've been reading up on my Missy Ettinger history.” Missy realized that 6 months or no this was it. Tricia started to choke Missy. Using both hands around her throat Tricia weighed in with all her size. Missy grabbed at both wrists and muscled Tricia. With all her strength Missy pried Tricia's hands off and threw her off. Missy full of herself stood, and stripped off her top, leaving her topless. She then again struck a double bicep pose. “Let's see what you got, fatty?” Missy was reveling in her body and musculature. She couldn't lose. She thought.

Missy was tired of people hitting her the back. Tricia's friend, Ginger, was just going to watch Tricia beat the bitch up again and maybe join in the fun afterwards. But when Ginger saw the bitch pry Tricia's hands open like nothing she thought maybe she does need some help. Fortunately the bitch was too busy playing at Cory Everson for her to notice Ginger picking up speed till it was too late. Ginger hit the bitch and drove her to Tricia's feet. Then the fun started.

Missy was woozy. Now there were 2 of them. At first Missy thought maybe it was Terri. But she looked up and saw a tall dark-complected woman with a buzz cut. She had blue suits on and a very nice shape. Tricia was standing above her in black nylon suits opened to her navel revealing her massive chest. Tricia came down on Missy's shoulders with a punch, driving an already woozy Missy into the dirt. Oh shit a tag team with no partner. Ginger kneed Missy in the back and sat on Missy's back and pulled on her neck. Tricia pulled down her suits revealing her black bush and stuck it into Missy's face. This time Missy fought. All of a sudden both Tricia and Ginger disappeared. Melissa and Terri were standing by Missy fists up. “Hey babe, lucky the kid wanted to go for a jog. Miss she's real sorry. Called her sister and Deb actually admitted to being an asshole. Poor kid idolized her sis and she finds out she's a prick. Oh well. Who's Miss Buzzcut?” “Tricia called her Ginger.” Terri helped Missy up and Missy expected a punch to the gut but Terri kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for not doing to me what my sister would have done to you. I owe you.” Missy took 3 steps toward Tricia. “You shitheads have a third? We meet at Old Sam's and settle this the old fashioned way. Tag team fight. We three against you two and whoever. OK?”

Tricia nodded unsurely. Missy told her the following Friday at 8PM. It was agreed.