One final time!
Part 1
By Joebur68

God, how she’d missed this! Teaching wrestling was great and it was wonderful to be able to pass on her experience and expertise to enthusiastic newcomers but it wasn’t the same as the actual thrill of competition. To step through the ropes and pit yourself against an equally determined opponent in an effort to prove your dominance. Kriss could barely supress her smile as she pulled back on Steph’s chin while her thick legs framed the kneeling Irish woman’s back in the early moments of their match.
Surprisingly, Steph was enjoying herself too. Sure, having her neck cranked was uncomfortable but that was part of the deal. If you’re going to wrestle then you have to take the pain as well as dish it out! Also, there was the satisfaction of knowing that Kriss’ idea of a tag match had paid off. Bella, Steph’s wife, had been initially unsure, having received quite a beating in her last combat foray but several informal get-togethers with Kriss and her wife, Reena, had slowly won her around to the idea. In fact, all four women were now firm friends- meeting for dinners, hosting drinks, swapping stories (Reena’s retelling of how she and Kriss had first met as two thirds of a brutal triple threat match raised a few eyebrows!) and, eventually, organising the match. It would be in the ring of the gym Kriss owned and ran once it was closed; best of three submissions only. No referee would be present but no liberties were to be taken. Kriss had been stern with the expectation that yes, it would be a competitive match and there would inevitably be some pain dished out and received but ultimately they were to look after each other in the ring. All four were encouraged to ‘leave it all in the ring’ but not to put their opponent at any unnecessary risk. This meant nothing that involved dropping onto heads or necks – no burning hammers, brainbusters or ( and Kriss deliberately looked from Reena to Steph at this point) piledrivers.
And so to the match. Both teams were wearing matching sets of bikinis that Bella had borrowed from a photo shoot her company had been hosting. They were quite skimpy and made of a wet-look latex style material that enhanced the curves of all the woman involved- full bosoms and rounded, large butts barely constrained by the flimsy garments. The look was finished off by all four wearing traditional calf length wrestling boots and knee pads in the colours of the bikinis – a deep scarlet for Reena and Kriss and a royal blue for Steph and Bella.

Steph and Kriss had started the bout, circling and smiling at the other. As they reached to lock up, Kriss had ducked under Steph’s outstretched left arm, darted behind her and secured a rear waist lock. Instantly, the shorter, thicker set Kriss widened her standing base as Steph began to squirm in the hold, pulling at the locked hands that dug into her slight muffin top. With a grunt, Kriss lifted and twisted the Irish beauty off of her feet and face down onto the mat, earning the first yelp of the battle. Again, with the fluidity of an experienced wrestler, Kriss transitioned into the next hold, pulling Steph to her knees and clamping on the rear chin lock.
On the ring apron, both partners waited eagerly and anxiously. Neither were as experienced as their partners and were nervous about when the time came for them to enter the fray. For Reena, this was her first match since forcing Kriss to submit with a double arm bar in the mentioned triple threat match and that had been nearly five years ago! She was still in tremendous shape (powerful but undoubtedly feminine shoulders, arms and thighs complimenting a frankly gravity-defying bust and hips that garnered many an admiring glance) but there was always the worry of ring rust. For Bella, it was more about proving something to herself. After her humiliating defeat to Cali, she had watched countless videos of pro matches and moves and practiced a little with Steph. She leaned over the top rope, her equally fulsome cleavage hanging over the plastic coated strand and shouted encouragement to her struggling wife.
Slowing her breathing to ignore the pain, Steph acted decisively. Grabbing hold of Kriss’ wrists, she pulled down and forward. As her balance shifted, Kriss was caught by a surprise snap-mare, landing heavily on her well-padded rump. Luckily, the throw had landed her close enough to her corner to make the tag. As she entered the ring for the first time in the match, Reena’s muscle memory took over. There were no butterflies now! Steph couldn’t help the tingle of admiration she felt for Reena. Although they’d met several times, this was the first time she’d seen the Latino in so little clothing and she did not fail to impress. As tall as Steph, the woman was packing curves that were frankly awesome and the slight sheen of body oil only seemed to exemplify the contours. Every step caused a jiggle through her mammoth breasts, slightly overhanging tummy and hips and the wide muscular thighs, one of which was wrapped in a faded rose vine tattoo, which looked capable of crushing…well, anything!
Flicking her long, black braided hair of her shoulder, Reena gave a short grin and darted forward. The two titans locked up in the centre of the ring, their pushing and shoving cancelled out by their equally powerful opponent. Ducking slightly, Reena was able to get in close to Steph and, pushing her hands up under the Irish woman’s jaw, drove her back into a neutral corner. As soon as her back hit the turnbuckles, Steph’s right arm was grabbed by both of Reena’s hands and, with a colossal heave, the strawberry blond pawg was Irish whipped across the ring. Steph knew from her training that to try and resist the momentum could result in knee damage so she had no choice but to go with the move, turning to let her back take the brunt of the impact. Wincing at the smash, she didn’t have time to dodge the follow up, as Reena steamed in to hit a heavy clothes line across the top of her décolletage. The hit made Steph gasp and begin to sag but Reena wasn’t going to let her fall, repeating the exact same move but this time the follow up was a full body avalanche. Reena launched from a distance of a couple of steps away from the momentarily stunned Steph so that her upper body hit at head height. Steph found herself in a face full of hot, pliant breast. Not the worst of places to be!
As Reena backed off, she was feeling good. The buzz she got from her matches back in the day was back-big time! Energised and enthused, she pulled the discombobulated Irish woman out of the corner, wrapped her muscular arms around Steph’s muffin top, lifted and spun, crashing them both to the ground in a belly to belly suplex. A most unlady-like grunt burst from Steph hit the ground, with the dominant Reena lying on top of her. But not for long. Keeping her arms locked around the grounded Irish woman, Reena rolled to her side, impressively pulling the equally large Irish woman on top of her. Quickly, Reena shifted herself upward slightly so that her crotch was directly below Steph’s heaving tummy. With a short cry of triumph, her thick, huge-thighed legs wrapped themselves around Steph’s midriff like an anaconda around its prey. The ankles crossed, the legs straightened and the squeeze began.
Steph had a real love hate relationship with scissor holds. She loved to apply them or watch them being deployed on someone else; she hated being on the receiving end of one! A small mercy was that these blockbuster thighs were around her middle, not her neck. She had to get out of this now! Grimacing in pain, she planted both hands on either side of Reena straining stomach and tried to lever her body upwards.
Reena was taking all of her weight on her elbows and arching backwards, The bowing of her back was giving her crush that extra torque to maximise its effectiveness. Peering down between her cleavage, she could see Steph’s face already contorted in pain and shining with sweat. Good. It was working. Bracing backwards even further, she squeezed for all she was worth.
“Jesus!” Steph exclaimed as the vice like grip around her waist tightened further. She had successfully risen herself into a cobra yoga stance but her waist was being mangled. She flexed her back forwards, trying to lessen the squeeze, her gorgeous, slightly freckled double D’s on the verge of billowing out of the tiny blue latex bra top. Taking all of her weight on her trembling left hand, she raised her right arm and hammered her fore arm into the straining abs of her tormentor. The only response was a yelp but no lessening of the pressure around her stomach and back. So she repeated the move, really throwing herself into it this time. This time, it worked like a charm. With a long groan, Reena released the scissors, rolling onto her side to cradle her pounded abs. Steph pushed herself onto her haunches, holding her sides and wincing. She knew she should make the tag- it was clearly the sensible thing to do- but she didn’t want to run away from this scuffle just yet!
Clambering to her feet, the Irish beauty staggered behind the stricken Reena, who looked distinctly winded, and lifted her up into a sitting position. Dropping to her right knee, Steph rammed her left into the Latino Amazon’s mid back, causing her to arch her spine in pain. As Reena tried to move her back away from the intruding knee, Steph flipped up the Amazon’s right arm with her own left, which snaked under the busty goddess’ arm and across her chest, pulling her backward into the knee and trapping her arms behind her. Time for Steph to get methodical, as Kriss had constantly drilled into the wrestling class. Work on the areas of weakness. With ruthless relish, even though this was a friend at her mercy, Steph sunk her finger tips into Reena’s straining obliques, cinching in a claw hold. Reena arched again with a cry, her heaving chest practically bursting free of the tiny latex scarlet triangles that covered her dark nipples. As Reena began to wriggle and squirm, Steph dug in deeper. Could she be about to secure the first submission for her team?

Beneath Steph’s arm, Reena was struggling and suffering but was damned if she was beaten! Time to break this hold and quick. Realising that Steph would be focused on the claw hold, she took the opportunity to utilise a claw of her own. Painfully and gradually, Reena lifted her right hand up the length of Steph’s back to the top of her shoulder and then sank her scarlet painted nails into the fleshy, hard trapezius muscles of the Irish woman. A loud exclaimed swear was followed by instant freedom, as Steph instinctively withdrew her hand to cover the attacked zone. Reena didn’t bother to hang around. She didn’t let pride cloud her judgement. Scrambling to her knees, she crawled to her corner to make the tag.
Kriss was through the ropes and onto Steph in the blink of an eye. As the Irish woman nursed her shoulder, Kriss launched herself with a spectacular low drop kick, which caught Steph full in the upper chest. Flattened by the ferocious assault, Steph was seeing stars as the Pawg powerhouse rolled to her onto her front and dropped all her weight onto Steph’s unprotected lower back with a brutal senton bomb. Gasping in agony, Steph pushed her head and chest up of the mat, sphinx style. However, she couldn’t escape. Kriss was kneeling across the width of her broad back and had scooped a hand under the Irish beauty’s chin, cranking the head backwards. This further bending was excruciating: the bottom of her skull now resting against her thick flesh at the top of her shoulders. This extra bend thrust her immense tits further forward, placing an undue strain on the royal blue latex that could barely contain them anyway. Above her, Kriss’ bikini was struggling too. The powerhouse’s erect, rock hard nipples threatened to rip the flimsy crimson material as she leaned backwards, exerting more force on the neck.
On the ring apron, Bella chewed her lip nervously. Steph had been in the ring for nearly ten minutes and needed to get out. Why hadn’t she made the tag when the opportunity presented itself? She glanced across at Reena, who was still rubbing her sides and wincing slightly. She felt that, out of the two of their friends, she’d rather face the Latino beauty than this unrelenting powerhouse.
Eyes screwed up in pain, Steph groped at Kriss’ hand, hoping to ease the pressure. Forcibly, she prised her mentor’s grip apart enough to wrap her hand around Kriss’ ring finger and pull it down. With a loud curse, the powerhouse snatched her hand back, shaking it. A desperate heave from the grounded Steph dislodged her friend from her back but getting to her feet would be a struggle. Unluckily, Kriss was there to help her with this.
Pulling her student to her feet, Kriss easily forced the exhausted Steph into a half front fold and clamped her sweat-drenched head between thick, muscular thighs. Between the legs, Steph was fraught. She was going to get piledriven! But they’d agreed……!!! Fortunately, Kriss had something else in mind. Gripping around Steph’s well-padded middle, she flipped the Irish woman up and over, hanging the Irish beauty over her right shoulder, Steph’s rack once again pointing skyward. This time, the bikini was overwhelmed! Kriss’ locked hands just below the bust had forced the huge tits up and out of the latex, although Steph had other concerns on her mind! Her iron grip secure, Kriss bounced upwards, the shockwave passing straight into Steph’s back, producing another cry and another shaking of the luscious boobs. The only conciliation for the Irish woman was this was her upper back, not the already aching lower so she might be able to survive this hold.
Gritting her teeth, she flailed her right arm at Kriss’ throat and chin. A fortunate blow was all it took. The Scarlet clad Amazon staggered, allowing Steph to slide down her back to land wobbly to her feet. She had to act now! As Kriss rounded on her, the Irish woman reverted to her game plan. A half step to her left placed her in front of Kriss’ right arm. Wrapping her own right arm around the upper portion, Steph used her left to push the forearm, locking the arm at the elbow before dropping backward in a modified DDT.
It was double damage for Kriss. She could only partially protect her face from planting into the canvas but of more consternation was her right arm, which jarred terribly with the impact. Gasping in pain, she tried to pull the limb into her body but Steph had it firmly entangled. Grimly, the student pushed the forearm directly up while keeping the bicep and tricep pinned to her chest. As Kriss began to gather her legs under her to try and lever her way out, Steph unwrapped her right arm from Kriss’ upper arm, transferring her double grip to the wrist as she rolled to her right, forcing the powerhouse flat again as she elevated the gripped arm, Kriss’ hissing breath now transferring directly to the damp ring canvas.
Time to try something new, thought Steph. A classic Ju Jitsu and pro wrestling move. Stepping over Kriss, Steph forced her powerful opponent flat onto her back then, with a confidence belying her relative inexperience, grapevined the trapped arm between her thighs as she again dropped to the floor. Kriss’ upper arm now nestled against Steph’s crotch as the Irish Pawg crossed her feet on top of the mentors heaving cleavage.
Again, at the ringside, the stress levels were building but in the opposite corner this time. Reena knew all too well that Kriss’ tactic of taking up most of the ring time was to protect her but she didn’t want to stand by and watch her love endure serious injury. Leaning over the rope, she shouted “ C’mon, Kriss! Fight it! Fight it!”
Fuck! She was going for an arm bar! Kriss had too many matches under her belt to let this be clamped on her. If Steph was able to fully extend her right arm and arch back, Kriss would be in serious trouble. Desperately, she tried to roll into the hold, reaching with her left hand to grasp her right and prevent the hyper extension. Her powerful legs scrabbled for purchase on the mat and, as she turned, her large, soft tits squashed together, falling loose from the flimsy latex. No time to worry about that. This was defcom 1!!!
Although it was against her better nature, Steph knew what had to be done to secure the hold. Raising her crossed feet marginally, she brought them down with as much force as she could muster, straight into the now – unfettered breasts of her more experienced opponent. An agonised grunt burst from Kriss, who was forced flat onto her back again. Triumphantly, Steph lay back, Kriss’ wrist in her uncompromising grasp, and arched her pelvis off the mat. The agony and the ecstasy. Agony for Kriss, whose arm was now being bent dangerously against the elbow joint; ecstacy for Steph who not only had secured this brutal hold but was being inadvertently stimulated by Kriss’ arm pressing into her aroused pussy.
Gritting her teeth in a mixture of pain, fury and pure determination, Kriss wriggled, writhed and struggled for all she was worth. Her elbow joint burned with the exertion and she knew, as all wrestlers did, about how joint damage can occur so quickly if certain holds aren’t relinquished. Her legs pushed into the mat, elevating her ass off the mat and giving a slight relief but not enough. Frantically, her legs crabbed from side to side then…. Through her boots, the press of a rope. Stretching her leg, Kriss draped her foot over the ring cable; a move Reena clearly saw. “Her foot’s in the ropes, Steph! She’s in the ropes. Break the hold!”
God, it was tempting not to! Steph, for a split second, saw the appeal of being the heel. Keep the lock on, don’t let up. Make her suffer. But that wasn’t her. Obediantly, the Irish woman released Kriss’ arm, wincing as she shuffled backwards. Kriss had flopped onto her shoulders, her right arm cross over her sweat-sheened breasts, cradling her elbow. Steph had broken the hold but this didn’t mean she had to give up her advantage. Dismissing the need to try and cover up her bouncing, blushed breasts, she staggered to her feet, bent over and regained her hold on Kriss’ injured limb.
With a pained gasp, Kriss’ right arm was lifted vertically and folded flat at the elbow. Steph pulled the trapped limb back against herself, her left hand cupping Kriss’ tricep. The former pro grunted at the pain in her arm and shoulder and began to try and wriggle free. Steph was already into her next move though. Grasping at Kriss’ trapped wrist with her right hand, the Irish pawg extended the twisted arm laterally. This caused another groan through gritted teeth from her former teacher, who had struggled up to one knee. Determined not to lose this advantage, Steph ducked under the held arm, twisting it against the joint before brutally yanking it towards her. This time, Kriss yelled in pain and flashed a momentary look of rage at her favourite student. Maybe she’d taught her too well! Her hand holding the twisted shoulder, she was dragged towards Steph’s corner.
Stretching her right hand over the ropes, Bella tagged her wife’s shoulder and slipped into the ring. Quickly, Bella took over the wrist lock, elevating the twisted arm slightly higher and bending it. And then…. Bella paused. What to do next? She hadn’t really thought through a chain of moves. By now, Steph had left the ring so it was too late to help. The hesitation was all Kriss needed. Ignoring the tightening in her sinews and muscles, Kriss turned in toward her twisted arm and unleased a clubbing forearm into the inexperienced brawler’s chest, causing her to break the hold. A short kick to the stomach had Bella folded in two and now Kriss was stood alongside the stricken woman with her arms wrapped just under her opponents breasts. With a yell of effort, Kriss threw Bella behind her with a gut wrench suplex. Bella hit hard, the impact shuddering through her body, both sizeable tits falling out of the ‘not fit for purpose’ ring wear. As she frantically tried to tuck herself back in, Bella was unable to stop Kriss from lifting her right leg and pulling her into the corner. Still holding the leg, Kriss tagged in her wife. Bella was about to get the opponent she’d wanted, only not on the terms she’d wanted…..

To be continued