One final time!
Part 3
By Joebur68

( Recap: After the ‘friendly’ tag match devolved into a catfight between Reena and Bella, the match has been switched to a one on one submission battle between Steph and her friend and mentor, Kriss)
As they circled each other, Kriss couldn’t help but advise her former pupil. “Remember- choose a body part and work on it. Keep any attack focused.” “Yeah , sure,” mumbled Steph, not taking her eyes off of the dark haired powerhouse, who was in a semi crouch. It felt odd being advised on how to hurt someone by the person you were about to try and hurt! Perhaps it was all mind games? Steph banished these distractions. Time to concentrate. The circle tightened, the two combatants, their voluptuous topless bodies glistening with perspiration, were within arm’s reach. Darting forward, Kriss steam-rollered into Steph’s soft midrift, just below her uncovered, pale breasts. The solid shoulder block not only knocked the wind out of the Irish Pawg but drove her back into the turn buckle. As Steph grunted at the impact, Kriss grabbed the middle rope on either side of the pad and pulled herself forward three times, driving the same shoulder into the increasingly tender abdominals.
As Kriss pushed herself back to straighten up, Steph began to sag but Kriss had other ideas. Lifting up the Irish beauty’s chin, the stocky brawler unleashed a stinging open handed chop straight into Steph’s upper chest, reddening the skin. The Irish woman winced and tried to turn away, to shield the stinging area….just as Kriss wanted. A firm push caused the already turning Steph into a 180 degree revolve. As soon as her opponent was facing away from her, Kriss stepped alongside. Wrapping her left arm around Steph’s shoulders and throat, Kriss intertwined her left leg around Steph’s right. With a grunt of exertion, the mentor flung the both backwards with a side Russian leg sweep. The crash to the mat elicited a yelp from Steph but this was only the start of this chain wrestling masterclass.
Outside of the ring, Reena and Bella could only watch on. Disqualified for letting their anger overwhelm them and their bout devolving into a vicious catfight, both women were positioned in opposite corners. As they watched on nervously, neither would meet the others eye, feeling embarrassed now that tempers had cooled.
As the Irish Pawg tried to get her bearings, Kriss pulled her back to her feet, face to face. Quickly, the wrestling machine tucked the Strawberry blond-bobbed head under her right armpit while ducking under Steph’s right arm. Then, with both hands flat on the front of her opponent’s thick, hot thighs, Kriss demonstrated her impressive physical prowess. Straining with the effort, the shorter woman powered her larger, heavier student up into a vertical suplex, even managing to hold the woman at the apex of the hold for a split second. Helpless to stop this, Steph steeled herself for the impact, desperately trying to spread her arms and legs to absorb the majority of the impact. It helped but not much. The landing saw Steph bounce slightly off of the mat, her tits and stomach jiggling as, once more, all the wind was knocked from her. From the outside, Bella winced. “Come on, baby, come on,” she murmured, chastising herself for her lack of control.
Ever the consummate professional, Kriss gave Steph no time to regroup. While the curvaceous pawg tried to clear her addled brain, the powerhouse tipped her onto her left hand side. Then, before Steph could react, Kriss had grabbed her outstretched left hand and left ankle. Dropping to her butt on the canvas, the powerhouse rammed her feet into the small of her student’s back and started to pull. With a yell, Steph found herself being dragged into a crescent, her spine clicking as it was stretched. Gritting her teeth, the Irish woman tried to resist, tried to straighten against the pressure. Behind her, Kriss smiled at her pupil’s efforts. Good – she was putting up a fight. Still, no need to go easy on her. With a determined growl, the powerhouse pawg pulled back even further. Steph’s back arched agonisingly, her large, sweat drenched tits jutting forward on the canvas. Luckily, Kriss hands were also sweaty and, as Steph pulled back, she lost her grip on the limbs. But the move had taken its toll. Steph was in pain and, before she could get clear, Kriss was on her again.
Clutching both sides of Steph’s head, Kriss pulled the aching woman to her unsteady feet. As soon as the Irish woman was vertical, Kriss resumed her assault. Flipping Steph’s limp arm upward, Kriss ducked underneath and locked in a crushing bear hug. Again, Steph yelled, her head tilted toward the ceiling, her arms in a crucifix pose. Under her arm, Kriss began to grind in the hold. She’d learned from previous mistakes. The last time she’d used a bear hug in a match, she’d almost been knocked out by an improvised breast smother courtesy of her future wife. No chance of that happening now. Steph’s boobs sat on top of her shoulders, warm, heavy but posing no threat. Time to turn up the heat.
Jesus, but this was agony! Steph’s back was wracked with pain and Kriss’ crush was making it almost impossible to breathe. She had to do something! With whatever energy she had left, the weakened strawberry blond raised her right elbow and drove it down between Kriss’ shoulder blades. A pained grunt, yes. Release, no. Again, Steph struck but still no escape. This time the trapped pawg began to twist the point of her elbow into the muscles, hoping to hit a sore spot. Bingo! With a yelp of her own, Kriss let go, her back arched slightly but still bent over. Steph had her chance. A swift knee raise straight to the tits brought Kriss upright. Instantly, Steph grabbed onto her mentor’s right arm and ducked under it, straightening and twisting it. Kriss was forced back into a forward fold. Quickly, Steph stepped her left leg over the twisted arm and, keeping it twisted against the shoulder and elbow joint, dropped her copious butt down. It was Kriss’ turn to face plant the matt, with a large Irish ass now pinning her to the canvas. Time to emulate her fellow country woman, Becky Lynch. Steph grunted with effort as she started to lever Kriss’ arm off the matt to a 20, 30, 40 degree angle; her ass firmly planted on her teacher’s shoulder. “Do you give, Kriss?” she asked, pulling the arm for all she was worth. “No..no yet… you’ll have to … do… more,” groaned Kriss through the haze of pain, trying to twist under her own body to alleviate pain. Steph decided to take this statement as advice. Still keeping her grip on the wrist, Steph span off of the arm and pulled the wincing Kriss up into a kneeling position. The grapplers were now almost face-to-face but Steph was in front of the outstretched limb. Time to improvise.
Once more, Steph dropped to her butt. Raising her legs, the buxom Irish pawg hooked her left foot behind Kriss’ tricep while pressing her right foot into the front of her friend’s forearm. Kriss gasped as Steph flexed her legs in different directions, over- extending the elbow. Rolling onto her back, Steph pulled Kriss with her, the arm in serious danger of snapping. Kriss’ cry of pain was completely genuine. At ringside, Reena slapped the canvas. ”Come on, Kriss, come on. You got this. You can beat this.” Kriss shot her wife a look of frustration. She was still pissed about Reena’s behaviour in the bout, added to the intense discomfort she was now in. “Do..you.. quit?” Steph gasped, struggling to retain her grip as Kriss, whose weight was now pushing down on her own trapped limb, wriggled and writhed. Through the agony, Kriss grunted. “ Good…try….., Steph……. but…. rookie….. mistake!” By rolling backwards, Steph had given Kriss the escape option she needed. Pulling her knees in toward her, she was able to climb to her feet and twist into the hold. From her vantage point, the mentor drove her knee into the fleshy hip of her opponent and pushed, causing a surprising amount of pain as Steph was discovering to her cost. Yelping, she released the arm.
Both women backed off, feeling out their aches – Kriss rubbing and shaking out her arm, Steph nursing the small of her back. “Great strategy, Steph. Always target one area. And I really like the innovated armbreaker. Just wish you hadn’t tried it on me!” Kriss smiled graciously. Steph shrugged apologetically. “Well… had to try something, didn’t I?” Kriss chuckled and started to circle again. “Ready to go again?” Steph nodded, beginning to circle herself. Again the circle closed and, again, Kriss’ experience paid off. A quick duck and scoop of the legs had Steph flat on her back again, her boobs once more jiggling with the impact. Kriss wasted no time. Both blue booted feet were scooped up and tucked under her upper arms. As much as she tried to resist, Steph could not stop Kriss using her legs to twist her onto her stomach, stepping over her thick thighs at the same time. Slowly, deliberately, Kriss began to sink backwards into a boston crab. Agonised yelps burst from Steph as her back once more began to scream. Pulling the legs higher, Kriss had levered her opponent’s pussy and stomach off of the canvas as she sat back lower. Steph had never felt agony like it! She was almost folded in two! Kriss’ scarlet latex-clad ass was pretty much sat on the back of her head. Above her, Kriss widened her base further, arching back, her soft, pale breasts, topped with dark pink erect nipples jutting toward the lights. This surely would have been the end …. If not for the proximity of the ring ropes. Desperately, Steph reached a shaking arm out and grasped the bottom cable. “Ropes…. Ropes!” she cried out. Reluctantly but immediately, Kriss released the hold and stood up. Agonisingly, Steph pulled herself into the corner, kneeling to rest her face against the middle turnbuckle. However, Kriss practiced what she preached. She wasn’t going to let up this advantage. Wrapping her thick arms around Steph’s waist, she hauled to weakened fighter to her feet. Steph sagged against the top turnbuckle, desperate to stay on her feet. She knew the end was near if she didn’t strike now!
Bella was beside herself with guilt. God, how could she have been so stupid! Because of her hubris, her wife was getting battered. Reluctantly, she glanced across the ring, expecting to see Reena gloating over her wife’s dominance. Instead, Reena looked back equally shame faced. As their eyes met, a mutual apology was clear. Unfortunately, that didn’t help Steph!
So, Steph had to try and help herself. As Kriss spun her around, she took her chance. Grabbing Kriss’ right wrist in her left hand, Steph pushed it backwards, bending the arm into a semi-hammerlock before reaching over the right shoulder to grab her own forearm, pulling it further up Kriss’ back. A full-on Kimura lock! Turning into the middle of the ring, the Irish Pawg dropped to her back, pulling the grimacing Kriss down on top of her. This could do it! Surely with all the damage done to the arm already…..?
Kriss screamed out again. The hold was agony and it was taking all of Kriss’ strength not to submit. It felt as if her shoulder was being pulled away from the body and her elbow might easily crack. However, there were two things in the powerhouse’s favour. Firstly, Steph hadn’t locked a scissors on her, a move which could surely have finished her. Secondly, the Kimura lock needed a lot of upper body strength to fully work and Steph was so sapped that she couldn’t exert her full pressure. Pushing her head in between Steph’s sweaty, heaving cleavage, Kriss fired an open palm shot straight into the soft, unguarded belly of the Irish pawg. This new sharp pain, coupled with the exhaustion and aches already incurred, was too much for Steph to shake off and she instinctively released the hold. As soon as the lock was broken, Kriss retaliated. Pulling Steph’s head up from the canvas, a short, brutal forearm smash to the jaw stunned the already spent Irish pawg. As she collapsed onto the matt again, Kriss once more went on the offensive.
Rolling the shattered Steph onto her front, Kriss stepped onto the back of the Irish woman’s thighs. The pupil was too exhausted to cry out, let alone resist. Systematically, the mentor leaned back, grabbed each of Steph’s feet in turn and hooked them around her own shins. Turning her attention to Steph’s heaving torso, Kriss stretched and grasped the two limp arms. Gritting her teeth, Kriss readied herself. Would her injured right arm be able to pull this off? Did she have enough left in the tank for this finisher? Pulling them backwards and up, Kriss locked the two arms, steadied herself and then rocked backwards, landing flat on her back. The momentum pulled the powerless Steph backwards and then Kriss proved her unbelievable strength, even at this point of the gruelling match. Continuing the rocking motion, Steph was pulled off of the floor completely, the front of her body now parallel to the ceiling. With a growl of extreme effort, Kriss pushed upwards and straightened her legs, holding the larger woman clear of the floor in a classic ceiling hold.
At ringside, Reena’s jaw dropped in shock and admiration for her wife. This was amazing!
Every muscle and sinew screamed and squealed in Steph’s body. Her lower abdomen was at the apex of the arch that her body formed, her mound clearly outlined by the thin electric blue latex cover. Her huge tits had flopped to either side of her sternum and as for her back? Well, that was the straw the really broke the camel’s…. well, you know!!!! “AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!! Jesus…God…”Steph screamed, frantically shaking and nodding her strawberry blond head in desperation. This surely would have ended the contest if it wasn’t for Kriss’ arm being so sore from the Kimura lock. Seconds from forcing the submission, it folded. Kriss gasped in pain and frustration as Steph crashed into the floor, holding the base of her spine and whimpering in pain. Staggering to her feet, Kriss cradled her injured arm, breathing deeply to keep a clear focus. Steph was flat on her front, completely defenceless.
Once more, Kriss straddled Steph’s lower back and dropped heavily onto the already tormented kidney area. The Irish Pawg was so spent that she couldn’t even raise her upper body in distress, her pained sobs directed into the sweat-soaked mat. Grimly, determinedly, the mentor leaned forward, scooping her forearms under Steph’s limp shoulders, lifting the trailing arms off of the canvas and locking her hands at the nape of the Irish woman’s neck. Steph’s head just hung, eyes fluttering, mouth slightly agape with absolute exhaustion. Kriss closed her eyes, took a deep breath and pulled backwards, lifting Steph’s shuddering bountiful tits clear of the ring floor as the Irish beauty’s back was once more arched viciously but this time with the added torture of a full nelson to compound the camel clutch.
Gripping the ring apron in horror, Bella’s vision was blurred by the cascade of tears for her brutalised wife. Just give, honey, she screamed in her head, not daring to give an actual voice to the wish. For God’s sake, just give….
Straining and heaving, Kriss’ admiration for her student was immense. Steph would not surrender. The former pro had worried that her student was actually unconscious but there was definitely a spark of defiance still there. The Irish woman was weakly shaking her head, muttering through the pain “ No…….no……… no……”Near exhaustion herself, Kriss pulled back further, lifting Steph’s torso off of the mat to such so that the dark fuzz of her shaved pubis was visible from the front view. Planting her ass firmly into the hollow of the almost insensible Irish woman’s back, the burly brawler slid her feet forward, either side of Steph’s obliques. As soon as her legs were fully extended, Kriss crossed her ankles into a classic body scissors, her thick, muscly thighs now grinding into the lower ribs and soft belly tissue of her ensnared opponent, crushing the lungs to further compound the student’s suffering. Now, the final piece of the puzzle. With Steph firmly locked in place, Kriss began to twist from side to side, ragdolling the limp, powerless woman relentlessly.
Beneath Kriss, Steph was done. This was too much! She couldn’t hold out. The overwhelming, blinding pain from her over-abused back, the screaming shards of pain in her crushed shoulders and now the inability to breath, was too much too much for her to cope with. Inevitably, her eyelids fluttered and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head; her head drooped completely and a thin line of drool dripped from her loose, limp lips. With her final reserves of energy, her dangling left hand tapped against Kriss’ bunched shoulders. “I….give..” she gasped. Momentarily lost in the heat of battle, Kriss didn’t register the submission instantly but, within seconds, she realised. As gently as possible, Kriss released the hold and rolled off onto the mat, lying flat on her back, her perspiration-drenched bosom juddering with each relieved breath, her prominent camel toe clearly outlined by the scarlet latex. Slumping face first to the canvas, Steph simply lay, grunting and shaking as the blessed oxygen was able to re-enter her. With the match over, Reena and Bella slid in under the ropes and headed for their wives. While Bella knelt at Steph’s head, checking that her true love was ok, Reena crouched down next to Kriss. Checking that she was blocking the view of the two other women, she ran her hand over her wife’s aroused pussy. “ I am so wet right now,’ she breathed huskily as Kriss’ eyes momentarily closed and she shuddered a gasp. But that reunion would have to wait. Across the ring , Steph was beginning to stir so the victors crawled across toward her and Bella. Gingerly. Kriss leaned over and rubbed Steph’s upper arm, as the beaten woman’s breathing normalised and she blinked clear her vision. “That was amazing, Steph. God, you really know your wrestling, ” the mentor smiled, kissing her protégé on her very damp forehead. Struggling up into a sitting position, Steph smiled weakly and leaned into a hug with friend and teacher. “Well, I learned from the best,” she groaned, feeling out her aching ribs, vertebrae and traps. It was the cue for the wives to join the huddle- all four glad the match was over but elated and emboldened by the experience. What a match! A real once in a lifetime event! But…..just maybe……….?

The end