ATL vs Cherry rematch
By Stone
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ATL came out and looked like some kinda biker mama. She has thigh high leather boots with a leather mini skirt; a leather vest with a black mesh shirt underneath with that same tiny bikini top underneath barely covering her enormous G cup jugs.
This was a rematch with grudge rules meaning anything goes but to make it more deadly it was a cage match. Oddly after ATL came out she kinda ducked down past the front guardrail instead of entering the ring. I had really shitty seats for this, top left in the very top of the bleachers but luckily I had almost a birds eye view of where ATL was hiding.
Cherry came out to the trumpeting chorus of the Superman theme song from the original Christopher Reeves film. She was wearing a sexy supergirl outfit; nearly knee high red boots with the short red skirt. Her midriff was exposed with the half shirt emblazoned with the superman S shield, though ballooned out from her firm DD's--it was like Lycra, clinging to her like a second skin--with her blonde hair billowing behind her.
As she got close to the ring steps ATL charged like a bull, ramming her shoulder into Cherry's ribs and running her back into the ring apron. Cherry didn't even have time to fully block it and took the hit hard. ATL cocked back her fist, which shined in the bright lights and buried her fist into Cherry's abs.
I asked somebody later what was up with ATL's glove and the dude apparently was a fountain of knowledge--one of those geeks who researches everything so he can be that know-it-all. He said the black glove that encased her whole hand was some Kevlar kinda shit with hard plastic on the knuckles and she also wore like a heavy chain mail gauntlet over top of that which was kinda sharp. Not quite barbed wire but it certainly wasn't pleasant to touch--hence the Kevlar.
All I knew was after the punch to her belly, Cherry seemed to buckle; almost falling to one knee, genuflecting before her opponent. ATL grabbed the back of Cherry's short red supergirl cape and pulled it over her blonde head. She shot two or three hard rights with that iron mike sharp-esque glove to Cherry's face; almost like hockey punches. Cherry was staggered back by each blow, as if receiving a beating from Mike Tyson. ATL propped Cherry up against the cage door and grabbed the door out of the ref's hands than slammed it shut. The clang of Cherry's head between the steel door and the frame made everybody groan and the hot blonde collapsed on the floor, twitching. The ref had been yelling to get in the ring and ATL finally obliged, yanking Cherry up by her blonde hair and the red thong under her skirt before rolling her under the bottom rope and following her in as the ref closed and locked the cage door behind them.

The bell finally rang as Cherry remained virtually motionless in the ring. I looked up at the big screen over the ring and Cherry's mouth was already a little bloody. For some reason a crowd of guys at ringside cheered when they saw this after the blonde's face became exposed from under the cape. She had been starting to crawl and ATL was hovering over the battered girl like a predatory animal just waiting to strike the kill blow.
ATL bent over yelling something in Cherry's face, I couldn't hear what it was but everybody saw her response as she spat a bloody loogie in the black woman's face. Enraged by this ATL picked Cherry up with a double fistful of the girls blonde hair and whipped her into the ropes. Amazingly Cherry reversed it and using her own momentum sent the fat leather-clad black woman flying towards the cage. Because the distance was so short, Cherry, in what was probably a Hail Mary, got in position for her finisher; The Blonde Kick, a high flipping dropkick. However ATL put on the brakes, catching hold of the rope to stop herself. Cherry, now having nothing to kick but empty air, landed hard on the back of her head and neck.
ATL howled with laughter as she lazily walked over to Cherry and stomped her black leather boot into the white girl's crotch. Those douchebags in the front row laughed and high fived each other as Cherry's screams filled the arena as ATL ground the heel of her boot on Cherry's clit. She stomped down one more time, hard enough to knock the air out of Cherry before dropping back to catapult the hot blonde face first into the cage.
"Hey look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's a super bimbo!" the lead asshole shouted and most of the crowd laughed along with his friends. Cherry fell over the top rope and was kinda tangled upside down with her boots up like she was doing a hand stand. ATL couldn't resist the temptation I guess because she balled up that shiny fist and aimed a brutal looking punch at Cherry's pussy. With her skirt up it left her totally exposed and the blow was powerful enough to unseat her from the ropes as she collapsed onto the apron, holding herself between the legs and her face buried into the mat to stifle her screams and sobs.
She was curled up into a fetal position until ATL hauled Cherry out from under the ropes by a handful of her blonde hair. Grabbing both of the girl's slender wrists, the fat woman easily held both in her meaty hand, held them behind Cherry's head. It looked like a sadistic cop picking on a trick-or-treater, the way she looked with her hands behind her head like she was being arrested. ATL yanked up the supergirl crop top exposing Cherry's perfect tits and almost on cue, an echoing chorus of wolf whistles came from every direction. ATL first just groped Cherry, roughly grabbing each boob as Cherry tried to put up some resistance, trying to turn her tits away but ATL would yank them back by pulling on Cherry's stiff nipples. After a minute of just playing with them, ATL was visibly squeezing Cherry's breasts one at a time with her shiny gauntlet. Cherry was biting her lip to keep from screaming when the camera on the overhead screen panned out--as it was centered on her tits almost the entire time.
ATL was having fun torturing Cherru as she would squeeze one melon extremely hard, Cherry's knees would shake as her nostrils flared from the effort not to scream than the monstrous black woman would switch to the other titty and not only squeeze but twist the whole breast painfully hard enough it caught Cherry's breath as her eyes would open wide and her mouth would be in an "O" shape of shock.
After doing this for maybe five minutes she slammed a fist dead center of Cherry's boob and twisted her fist, grinding it into the tit. This made Cherry howl in pain; I could see ATL grin like the joker at this response. She socked Cherry hard in the jaw than ran her face first into the cage. With both hands still behind her head there was nothing to soften the blow. She was flung backwards as if it hitting a rubber band and fell to the mat spread eagle. The camera showed small trickles of blood on Cherry's exposed breasts and a couple of cuts on her face but she looked almost knocked out but the rules were you could only win by escaping the cage.
ATL unzipped her leather mini skirt, which looked on her like the size of a whole baby cow, and slowly wiggled out of it in her impression of a strip tease. Underneath she wore no panties and the crowd gave a little groan of disgust but cheered up once the big black woman pulled off Cherry's supergirl skirt and matching red thong over her red boots. ATL went for the front facesit and hooked one of Cherry's boots under her left arm. She had pinned the blonde girls arms under her thick knees and had slid forward until Cherry's nose was right up against ATL's fupa. She rode forward to grind her pussy on her opponents face. With one leg hooked, it left Cherry's own pussy exposed for the crowd. Reaching back with her metal gloved right hand, ATL fingered Cherry. Her screams were muffled under ATL's muff but her free right leg was thrashing around as ATL had three metal fingers buried In the white girls pussy, the metal chinks scratching up the sensitive walls of Cherry's love tunnel.
ATL pulled her bloody gauntlet out and yelled at Cherry to lick her twat if she ever wants to use her cunt again. Not hesitating a moment, the camera zoomed in as ATL had sat back to expose Cherry's face giving everyone--at least on the big overhead screen--a perfect view of the blonde hottie burying her tongue in the fat folds of ATL's pussy folds.
The crowd groaned in disgust as ATL was leaned back, resting on her hands, as Cherry ate her out like the black woman's pussy had the key to unlock the cage buried inside her. ATL was moaning obscenely and sat forward to hump Cherry's face, completely burying the girl under her ass and pussy. After about a minute she let out a loud groan and stood up to show a snail trail of her cunt juice on Cherry's belabored face. The hot blonde just lied there, gasping in fresh air as ATL made her way to the cage door and walked out after blowing Cherry a kiss saying, "I'm looking forward to next time, hun."