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- Nov 25, 2021
"The following contest is a bra and panties knockout match!"
The announcer's voice boomed as the crowd buzzed around, eagerly awaiting the match.
"The rules are simple - to win, you must strip your opponent to her bra and panties and knock her out for a ten count!"
"Introducing first...hoping to reverse her luck...Alissa 'Handlebars' Mor!"
Alissa's music hit and she walked out, her hair bouncing on her head. She blushed when she heard her announcement. That name was going to stick despite her best efforts.
She was also embarrassed to hear the crowd boo her. Some catcalled her, calling her a slut or something similar, as she bounded to the ring, her flapping skirt showing off even more of her ass, as she only had the pathetic pink thong on underneath.
She rolled into the ring, accidentally flashing everyone. The crowd continued their booing, with one male voice yelling "Piss yourself!". The crowd near him chuckled.
Alissa tried to ignore them as her opponent made her way to the ring.
Brianna Una appeared on the ramp and everyone took notice. She was a blonde bombshell - the type of woman who turned heads when she walked into a room. She had long, tan legs with black denim short shorts on. Her large chest was barely contained by a black tank top. She smiled and her teeth were absolutely perfect, shining in the arena lights.
She made her way down to the ring slowly, taking her sweet time. The crowd cheered for her and hooted - a more respectful response than the one Alissa had received.
She walked up the steps and stepped into the ring, giving a dismissive glance at Alissa and walking to her own corner. She stretched against the ropes, her perfect cleavage and toned legs a contrast to the soft and, admittedly still pretty, Alissa.
The two women exchanged no words, but a knowing smile came over Brianna's face. She knew how this would go, especially as she eyed the bruises and injuries Alissa was still nursing from previous beatings.
The bell rang and Alissa ran toward Brianna, managing to get the jump on her. She roughly shoved the woman into the corner. Her large tits bounced as her back slammed into the corner. She growled.
"You little bitch. You're gonna pay for tha-"
She was cut off when Alissa slappes her directly in the face. Brianna yelped and fell into the ropes. She tried to gather herself, but Alissa actually managed to elbow her in the face.
"FUCK" Brianna cried out, leaning against the ropes, her large chest almost spilling out of her tank top. The crowd started to sit up a bit, seeing Alissa with a bit of fire in her step.
Alissa could feel her heart pounding in her own chest, adrenaline running through her veins. This was her chance! She wouldn't be humiliated and stripped today!
Then she felt Brianna's knee hit her between her legs. She yelped, almost a squeak of surprise, and grabbed herself. Her thighs jiggled as she stumbled backward.
Brianna quickly followed up with her own elbow to Alissa's face. It sent spit flying from Alissa's mouth. She fell to her knees, leaning against the middle rope and gasping for air.
"That's more like it," Brianna said, wiping her mouth and stomping on Alissa's hand. The raven haired woman screamed in pain and fall to her side, her skirt riding up showing off her mostly bare ass.
Brianna looked down at the woman with contempt. "That's really all you had, huh?"
Alissa groveled at Brianna's feet, coughing and trying to push her skirt back down. Her face blushed in embarrassment as she felt Brianna step behind her. She tried to fight Brianna off, but the woman put a boot on her back and yanked Alissa's tiny skirt down her fat ass, across her thighs and to her knees. Alissa's ass wobbled like jello as she kicked, trying to get away, but soon Brianna held her skirt in her hand and the crowd was oggling Alissa's bare bottom.
"Oh, nice thong, you fucking slut," Brianna said, tossing the skirt aside nonchalantly. "Looks like you came prepared to give us a show."
Alissa grabbed the ropes awkwardly, trying to pull herself up. Brianna grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled her to her feet, dragging her to the center of the ring. Alissa's bare ass and thighs jiggled at her uncoordinated steps as she was brought to the center.
A combination of punches to Alissa's stomach caused her to bend over, showing her ass to everyone. The hits kept coming, causing her soft body to jiggle like crazy.
"You. Are. An. Embarrassment," each word was accented by a punch, before being punctuated by a swinging kick from Brianna.
It clocked Alissa right on the jaw. Spit dribbled out of her mouth and she stumbled to the side. Her big eyes were crossed and unfocused - she was clearly out on her feet.
"Stupid bitch," Brianna said before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it off of her with ease, exposing her chest, which was covered by a pink bra matching her thong.
"Awh, you matched," Brianna cooed, patting Alissa's cheek. "How cute."
Then she kicked Alissa in her gut, causing one of her tits to pop out of her bra as she doubles over. Brianna grabs Alissa's head and drops her into a stunner that absolutely devastated the woman.
Her ass wobbled as she snapped back to her feet. Her arms went limp, slapping against her thighs. Her mouth was open slightly, eyes crossed in a far off, shocked expression.
Then she fell forward onto her face, her ass slightly in the air. The ref went over to check on her, raising her arm only to have it flop back to the mat as she blubbered, spit dribbling down her chin.
The ref quickly counted to ten and called for the bell as Brianna planted a boot on Alissa's ass. The ref raised her hand in the air and the crowd clapped, a few booing Alissa's performance.
Brianna looked like she may do something more, but the lights suddenly dimmed and ominous music began playing.
A massive, muscular man in a lucadore mask walked out with the GM at his side. They walked slowly and with purpose toward the ring.
Brianna saw them approaching and rolled out of the ring quickly, escaping through the crowd. Alissa was still out cold in the ring, unable to run.
The men made it to the ring and rolled in. The GM, who had a mic, walked toward Alissa and spoke.
"I'm starting to get used to seeing you knocked out with your fat ass in the air," he said to the unmoving Alissa. He pulled her limp head up by a pigtail and bent down, getting on her eye level.
"You crossed me. And that was dumb. And if you're going to be that dumb, there are going to be consequences. Tyrant?"
Tyrant grunted and bent down, manhandling Alissa to her feet. Her limp body fell against him as he put one of his arms between her soft thighs and lifted her in the air onto his shoulders. He paraded her around on his shoulders, his fingers digging deep into her thighs.
"This is just a taste," the GM said. "Do it."
Tyrant roared and fell backward, dropping Alissa to the mat in a Samoan Drop. Alissa hit the mat limply and rolled onto her side, her long legs tangled together and her big ass on display. She began convulsing as Tyrant made a show of standing up and posing for the crowd, yelling triumphantly.
The GM walked toward Alissa and straddled her, standing over her as she twitched, her exposed tit bouncing ever so slightly.
"You will have Tyrant in a hardcore match," he said simply, dropping the mic on her face and walking out, Tyrant in tow.
The announcer's voice boomed as the crowd buzzed around, eagerly awaiting the match.
"The rules are simple - to win, you must strip your opponent to her bra and panties and knock her out for a ten count!"
"Introducing first...hoping to reverse her luck...Alissa 'Handlebars' Mor!"
Alissa's music hit and she walked out, her hair bouncing on her head. She blushed when she heard her announcement. That name was going to stick despite her best efforts.
She was also embarrassed to hear the crowd boo her. Some catcalled her, calling her a slut or something similar, as she bounded to the ring, her flapping skirt showing off even more of her ass, as she only had the pathetic pink thong on underneath.
She rolled into the ring, accidentally flashing everyone. The crowd continued their booing, with one male voice yelling "Piss yourself!". The crowd near him chuckled.
Alissa tried to ignore them as her opponent made her way to the ring.
Brianna Una appeared on the ramp and everyone took notice. She was a blonde bombshell - the type of woman who turned heads when she walked into a room. She had long, tan legs with black denim short shorts on. Her large chest was barely contained by a black tank top. She smiled and her teeth were absolutely perfect, shining in the arena lights.
She made her way down to the ring slowly, taking her sweet time. The crowd cheered for her and hooted - a more respectful response than the one Alissa had received.
She walked up the steps and stepped into the ring, giving a dismissive glance at Alissa and walking to her own corner. She stretched against the ropes, her perfect cleavage and toned legs a contrast to the soft and, admittedly still pretty, Alissa.
The two women exchanged no words, but a knowing smile came over Brianna's face. She knew how this would go, especially as she eyed the bruises and injuries Alissa was still nursing from previous beatings.
The bell rang and Alissa ran toward Brianna, managing to get the jump on her. She roughly shoved the woman into the corner. Her large tits bounced as her back slammed into the corner. She growled.
"You little bitch. You're gonna pay for tha-"
She was cut off when Alissa slappes her directly in the face. Brianna yelped and fell into the ropes. She tried to gather herself, but Alissa actually managed to elbow her in the face.
"FUCK" Brianna cried out, leaning against the ropes, her large chest almost spilling out of her tank top. The crowd started to sit up a bit, seeing Alissa with a bit of fire in her step.
Alissa could feel her heart pounding in her own chest, adrenaline running through her veins. This was her chance! She wouldn't be humiliated and stripped today!
Then she felt Brianna's knee hit her between her legs. She yelped, almost a squeak of surprise, and grabbed herself. Her thighs jiggled as she stumbled backward.
Brianna quickly followed up with her own elbow to Alissa's face. It sent spit flying from Alissa's mouth. She fell to her knees, leaning against the middle rope and gasping for air.
"That's more like it," Brianna said, wiping her mouth and stomping on Alissa's hand. The raven haired woman screamed in pain and fall to her side, her skirt riding up showing off her mostly bare ass.
Brianna looked down at the woman with contempt. "That's really all you had, huh?"
Alissa groveled at Brianna's feet, coughing and trying to push her skirt back down. Her face blushed in embarrassment as she felt Brianna step behind her. She tried to fight Brianna off, but the woman put a boot on her back and yanked Alissa's tiny skirt down her fat ass, across her thighs and to her knees. Alissa's ass wobbled like jello as she kicked, trying to get away, but soon Brianna held her skirt in her hand and the crowd was oggling Alissa's bare bottom.
"Oh, nice thong, you fucking slut," Brianna said, tossing the skirt aside nonchalantly. "Looks like you came prepared to give us a show."
Alissa grabbed the ropes awkwardly, trying to pull herself up. Brianna grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled her to her feet, dragging her to the center of the ring. Alissa's bare ass and thighs jiggled at her uncoordinated steps as she was brought to the center.
A combination of punches to Alissa's stomach caused her to bend over, showing her ass to everyone. The hits kept coming, causing her soft body to jiggle like crazy.
"You. Are. An. Embarrassment," each word was accented by a punch, before being punctuated by a swinging kick from Brianna.
It clocked Alissa right on the jaw. Spit dribbled out of her mouth and she stumbled to the side. Her big eyes were crossed and unfocused - she was clearly out on her feet.
"Stupid bitch," Brianna said before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it off of her with ease, exposing her chest, which was covered by a pink bra matching her thong.
"Awh, you matched," Brianna cooed, patting Alissa's cheek. "How cute."
Then she kicked Alissa in her gut, causing one of her tits to pop out of her bra as she doubles over. Brianna grabs Alissa's head and drops her into a stunner that absolutely devastated the woman.
Her ass wobbled as she snapped back to her feet. Her arms went limp, slapping against her thighs. Her mouth was open slightly, eyes crossed in a far off, shocked expression.
Then she fell forward onto her face, her ass slightly in the air. The ref went over to check on her, raising her arm only to have it flop back to the mat as she blubbered, spit dribbling down her chin.
The ref quickly counted to ten and called for the bell as Brianna planted a boot on Alissa's ass. The ref raised her hand in the air and the crowd clapped, a few booing Alissa's performance.
Brianna looked like she may do something more, but the lights suddenly dimmed and ominous music began playing.
A massive, muscular man in a lucadore mask walked out with the GM at his side. They walked slowly and with purpose toward the ring.
Brianna saw them approaching and rolled out of the ring quickly, escaping through the crowd. Alissa was still out cold in the ring, unable to run.
The men made it to the ring and rolled in. The GM, who had a mic, walked toward Alissa and spoke.
"I'm starting to get used to seeing you knocked out with your fat ass in the air," he said to the unmoving Alissa. He pulled her limp head up by a pigtail and bent down, getting on her eye level.
"You crossed me. And that was dumb. And if you're going to be that dumb, there are going to be consequences. Tyrant?"
Tyrant grunted and bent down, manhandling Alissa to her feet. Her limp body fell against him as he put one of his arms between her soft thighs and lifted her in the air onto his shoulders. He paraded her around on his shoulders, his fingers digging deep into her thighs.
"This is just a taste," the GM said. "Do it."
Tyrant roared and fell backward, dropping Alissa to the mat in a Samoan Drop. Alissa hit the mat limply and rolled onto her side, her long legs tangled together and her big ass on display. She began convulsing as Tyrant made a show of standing up and posing for the crowd, yelling triumphantly.
The GM walked toward Alissa and straddled her, standing over her as she twitched, her exposed tit bouncing ever so slightly.
"You will have Tyrant in a hardcore match," he said simply, dropping the mic on her face and walking out, Tyrant in tow.
