Alissa Gets Tag Teamed (1 Viewer)

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Alissa sat in the back after her second match, her body sore from the beating she had taken. She had an ice pack on her side, sitting in a small folding chair nursing her wounds.

0-2 in two matches. She had to make something work. But how...

She winced as she stood up, her knees still a bit wobbly and her head woozy from the knockout. Through blurry vision, she made her way out, mentally preparing herself for her next match.

..........

The next week, Alissa was greeted with a tiny, frilly skirt and sleeveless top hanging in her locker.

She took them down and, clothes in her fist, marched to the General Manager's office.

"What is this?" She demanded, standing in front of the GM's large oak desk.

"It's your wrestling gear, Alissa," the man said nonchalantly. "You wanna complain about it? You're 0-2. We gotta keep it interesting. Win a match and you can pick your own clothes."

Alissa's face was red hot in anger and embarrassment. She tried to speak, but couldn't think of a good argument. She did want to stay here. She would just have to try harder to prove herself.

"Off ya go, sweetheart," the GM said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. "You got a tag team match so maybe try to get ready, eh?"

Alissa nodded and, clutching the tiny skirt at her side, she walked off to the locker room.

Who was her partner going to be?

..........

Alissa's pop music theme blared over the speakers as she walked onto the stage. Her skirt flapped around her thick thighs, which jiggles as she walked toward the ring. Several in the crowd whistled at the curvey woman as she climbed the steps and entered the ring.

She tried to stretch her legs out, but a combination of her soreness and the fact that she flashed her lacey red panties to the crowd made her stop.

She noticed a few flashes of pictures being taken and her face got red behind her dark makeup. She'd want to finish this fast...

A familiar metal song blared over the loudspeakers and Alissa's heart dropped to her toes.

J.T. walked out onto the stage, laughing and flexing as everyone booed him relentlessly. His perfect teeth flashed as he made his way to the ring. Despite her fear at seeing the man, Alissa couldn't help but notice that he was quite attractive. Chisled...confident...

Alissa shook her head, her "handlebars" shaking gently. She had to concentrate and get her first win and get out of the ridiculous costume she found herself in.

To her surprise, J.T. rolled into the ring and came to her corner.

"Looks like I'm your partner, Handlebars," he said, smacking Alissa's ass gently. "Should be fun, eh? Let's put our last match behind us and get this dub!"

Alissa blushed when he smacked her ass. Looking up at the man, his disarming smile indicated he meant what he said. Alissa managed a nervous smile of her own in return.

A solid rock track started playing and ripped Alissa away from looking at J.T. A stocky black haired man and muscular, tall blonde woman came out on the stage. The man was in simple black trunks and knee pads, the woman in black trunks and a black sports bra.

They touched elbows and started toward the ring as the announcer spoke.

"And their opponents, from Nashville, Tennessee., the Enforcers - Britney and Blake Johnson!"

The two rolled into the ring and went to their corner, talking to one another. Alissa saw the woman point at her and whisper something before the both chuckled. She went red again, trying to smooth out her skirt to cover more of her legs.

J.T. stepped through the ropes and stood on the apron. He whispered to Alissa.

"You start and do what you can. If it gets too much, just tag me in okay?"

Alissa nodded, her hair bobbing.

"Go get em, Tiger," J.T. said, patting her roughly on the shoulder as the bell rang.

Alissa turned to face Britney. The muscular woman was already running at her, and she didn't have time to dodge before she was clotheslined into her corner.

"GAHHH," Alissa fell against the turnbuckle, her thighs jiggling and skirt riding up her wide hips. She stumbled forward a bit, recovering fast enough to actually grab Britney's kick before it connected with her stomach. She threw the woman's foot down and threw a wide, sweeping kick that hit Britney right in the head. The crowd got a full upskirt view of her thick legs as she did it.

But she had hit her finisher! For the first time in her career!

It caused Britney to fall backward on her ass. A stunned look on her chisled features, she crawled backward quickly and tagged in her partner.

Blake entered the ring and looked at Alissa, scoffing.

"Now might be the time to tag out,"he told her, motioning to J.T.

But Alissa was feeling confident, and instead ran at Blake, trying to throw a clothesline of her own.

The powerful man was able to duck under her clothesline and scoop her up. With a yelp and a flash of red panties, Alissa was flipped around into a back breaker.

She screamed as she hit Blake's knee, being bent the wrong direction in the attack. Blake held her there for a moment, running his hand quickly up her thigh and under her skirt, before throwing her to the ground.

Her ass jiggled when she fell to the mat, her skirt fully flipped up, showing off the cheeky, lace red panties she wore underneath.

She crawled toward J.T, a look of pain in her green eyes.

Blake grabbed her by the foot and roughly pulled her back.

"Ah ah ah, I gave you the chance to do that," he said before getting down, on top of her back, and wrenching her head back in a huge headlock.

She choked and sputtered, kicking her legs in pain, which only caused her thighs and ass to jiggle more on the mats.

J.T. encouraged her to tag him in from the apron, holding out his hand and yelling.

Alissa pulled herself closer and closer to their corner, eyes fluttering and a bit of spit falling from her mouth and on to Blake's hand.

She managed to get just within arm's length, stretching her hand out with all her might, before J.T. dropped off the apron and onto the floor.

He laughed at the confused, pained look in Alissa's eyes, before spitting in her face.

"You're so fucking stupid," he said as Blake wrenched her backward, pulling her on top of him and locking his muscular legs around her meaty ones.

"You're nothing, Handlebars! Just give up!" J.T. yelled. Alissa, screaming in pain, obliged, tapping out with enthusiasm on Blake's arm.

He let her go, flinging her to the side. She fell on her stomach, coughing, curling in the fetal position slightly, her ass sticking out and jiggling with her coughs.

The two opponents had their hands raised. Britney was holding her head in pain a bit, but was otherwise unscathed from Alissa's finisher. All business, the two left the ring as J.T. slid into it.

He grabbed Alissa by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Her skirt stayed above her big ass, having become partially tucked into her panties during the submission hold.

J.T. grabbed her head and hit her with a DDT that had her standing on her head for a split second, her fat thighs rippling before she fell back on her stomach, ass wobbling as she hit the ground.

J.T. looked down at her as she was spread eagle on the mat. She twitched slightly and he shook his head.

"For some reason they're keeping you around," he says, eyes going toward her exposed ass, jiggling slightly, the smallest hint of a wet spot visible on her red panties. "I can't imagine why."

He picked up her limp form. Her eyes were fluttering and her legs were jello. He managed to drag her over to the ropes and hefted her up, before slamming her down on them by her stomach.

She bent over the ropes limply, completely knocked out. She bounced slightly on them, her ass on full display due to her position. J.T. slapped it once, causing her legs and thighs to ripple.

"I guess the boss is an ass man," he said, shaking his head and exiting the ring, leaving Alissa knocked out cold on the ropes. A few more flashes from cameras lit the arena as refs came down to retrieve the now 0-3 Alissa.
 

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