We were stunned by the events that unfolded in the first match. We never imagined that our rock hard son could lose to pudgy little Ralphie, let alone be beaten to a pulp. We were frozen in shock when Ralph delivered the knockout punch and our boy hit the canvas, out cold. Cindy and I had been in our share of knock out, drag out fights over the years, and had seen more than our share, but neither of us had ever seen anyone beaten so thoroughly, or so mercilessly, as our Doug had been. It had been heartbreaking to hear the crowd taunting our beloved son, and to hear Doug beg for mercy, and openly sobbing during the match, and toward the very end I thought I saw fear in poor Doug’s eyes. And it was made all the worse for us because Doug had been knocked out, and had not submitted, and, according to the rules we had all agreed upon, could not leave the ring until his submission had been accepted by hiss conqueror Ralph. Which meant our poor boy was still sprawled out in the ring, and Ralph had not only knocked Doug out cold, he had knocked him clear into next week. Even smelling salts could not fully revive him, we tried and Doug had opened his eyes and promptly fell back in unconsciousness. All we could do is take and ice pack to soothe his swollen and bloody face, but were finally ordered out of the ring so the next fight could begin, with Doug slumped in our corner. All we could do now was slide the ice pack into his briefs to ice down his tortured balls as Becky, his girlfriend and our team member climbed into the ring to begin our revenge.
But we knew that the members of the club were firmly behind us and could still hear murmurs to “take the white trash out” coming from the crowd. And this is just what we planned to do! Despite the savage beating Doug had suffered we were not the least bit afraid or intimidated. In fact, we were more determined than ever to teach these arrogant Griffins a lesson. We were confidant of victory, so confidant that when Cindy accepted the stakes of “Double or Nothing” nobody blinked an eye. At stake was a week of service to the winners, and we knew that we would be the winning family. We had bested the Griffin family at everything over the years and this would not be any different. We were the Bradys, and we were winners, which the Griffins, and many other families, had learned throughout the years. And Lois Griffin had made it even easier. It was “winner take all” and Lois Griffin ran her mouth and said in order for us to win we only had to win one match. Cindy guaranteed we would win them all.
Now it was time to begin our conquest. Becky climbed into the ring to do just that. Becky is a nice girl, and a good girl, and so what if her family didn’t have any money. They were all gone now anyway. We were her family now. It would be legal soon, as they planned on a wedding as soon as Doug graduated, and it didn’t matter where she came from. Cindy’s family had even less and look at her now; rolling in cash and the owner of a florist shop, a hair salon, and a private spa, all of which I gave her as presents, and half owner in all of my other businesses. Maybe the stock that Becky came from was not rich, but she would be as soon as she married Doug.
I think that may have been half of the reason the Griffin girls hated Becky so much. I think they both had big crushes on him, especially Cory, and couldn’t stand that Becky got him and they did not. I can remember Cory, even as a young girl fawning over him. She was just jealous.
Becky is a nice girl, and a good girl, or woman, I should say, since she is 25 years old. And a big one as well, standing over 5’9” tall and, like most women she guards her weight like a state secret but I would guess her to be in the 190 pound range. Maybe even more. She is an attractive woman, no knockout but pretty, and sure she could stand to lose a few pounds, more than a few, but hey, who couldn’t stand to lose a pound or two or twenty? Becky has long legs, as most tall woman do, and they are shapely if a bit thick, and with a little extra meat on her inner thighs. As a big, slightly heavy woman Becky has a plump and meaty ass, large and round, although not as round as my Cindy’s, and she sports a round roll of jelly around her middle. Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying she is a big ball of blubber. I wouldn’t classify her as being “fat” and she doesn’t really fit into that “BBW” classification either. She is just a big girl with a little extra weight in her belly and thighs. What she looks like is one of those corn-fed country girls, big, strong and tough! There is one thing separates Becky from most big, thick girls. Make that two things. And those would be her tits. Becky does not have big tits. Oh no, Becky’s tits are not merely big, they are fucking huge! Becky sports a pair of tits that are 38EE! Just one of those boobs is as big as her head! Becky does have a nice face and long, somewhat frizzy and curly hair. Becky is a natural redhead and has the freckles to prove it but Liz had recently talked her into the sisterhood of blondes and Becky sported a heedful of bright bleached blonde locks, which she had pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. That was Cindy, telling her that it would keep the little Griffin bitch from being able to pull on it and use it against her.
Of course the people at the arena didn’t know most of this. Becky is a big woman, a big boned woman with those extra pounds of jelly and really was not the bikini type. She was more a one piece girl, or shorts and a tank top. She was horrified when she saw the tiny suit she was given to wear, and was happy for the shirt to cover up with. Becky was a little miffed that Cindy had not provided her with shorts as well. In fact, as far as our side went, only Doug and Liz were not horrified by the outfits. Then again they were not carrying the middle weight baggage that Cindy and I were, or Becky’s spare tire. So Becky chose to fight with the shirt covering her assets. Well, covering as much as she could. I still remember the cookout we had that turned into a downpour and I lent Becky one of my shirts. Keep in mind that I am 6’4” tall, and weigh over 220 pounds, with a thick, hairy chest and Becky stretched my shirt out to the max. It never was the same after that. And her pink shirt was stretched to the max as well, and there was no hiding those giant headlights of hers. Her chest stretched out the shirt so much that the bottom only came to mid thigh. So, as she climbed up onto the apron and slid between the ropes the crowd could see her giant tits stretching out the top, and plenty of thigh, and a hint of ass cheeks if they were in the right position. From our vantage point we had a different view and l was a little embarrassed when I looked up and saw a hint of fluffy red fleece poking out the sides of her bikini bottoms.
Becky may have stretched her shirt to its limits, but across the ring her opponent Cory was also wearing her shirt, only on her it came down almost to her knees. The crowd was shouting to “see some skin” and to “take it off! Take it all off!” Becky turned a little red and tried to pull her shirt down. Cory grabbed the bottom of her shirt as well, except that she did not pull it down but instead pulled it up and tossed it to her mother. That was greeted with a loud, boisterous cheer. It was not surprising. I had not seen little Cory in some time, and never in a bikini, and my jaw just hit the floor. Becky may not have been a knockout but little Cory certainly was.
Cory looked like a redheaded Britney Spears. Not fat Britney form the MTV awards, and not crazy bald Britney, but young, hot Britney with the tight abs, and young tight body. Cory was about 5’5” tall, and weighed around 115 to 120 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, with young, form 36C breasts that more than filled her black bikini top, and a wonderfully round ass that was tight and firm. There was no excess jelly to jiggle on Cory. Her arms were muscular yet shapely without being bulky, her abs were flat with just a tiny hint of roundness, she had those big firm tits, and that tight round ass leading to strong and shapely thighs. As the youngest fighter from either team Cory had no excess fat on her anywhere, and her curves were all in the right places, and what jiggle there was, and there was not much at all, was confined to her tits and ass. She had a stunningly beautiful face her mother’s fiery red, almost orange hair, which on Cory fell down in a long mane of thick, wild curls. She had it pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, but otherwise did not bother to pin it up.
Once she whipped off her shirt and revealed herself to the crowd little Cory basked in their cheers and did a little strutting, shaking her tits and ass for the crowd, who loved every second of it and loved every inch of her exposed flesh. Bleached blonde Becky was a natural redhead and had that pale, fair skin that many redheads possess that burns rather than tans. But Cory, like her mother, had that darker complexion that tanned very nicely, and she sported a deep, dark tan that complimented her fiery hair and fantastic body. But even though the little slut was being cheered we were sure that it was only because she was a cheap slut like her mother, brazenly showing off for the crowd. There was little doubt in our minds that the crowd really wanted to see us put the white trash Griffins in their place.

Becky was determined to get even for what happened to Doug, and once in the ring she had tears in her eyes when she looked down at his beaten body slumped in the corner. Cory was back in her corner, and Ralph was still in the ring, while Lois stood on the apron in their corner. The taunts were flying fast and furious from their corner, from all of them.
“Hey Becky,” Ralph laughed, “You sure can pick ‘em. Still think he’s the better man?”
“Why of course he is, Ralph,” Lois laughed. “He’s a Brady, isn’t he? That means he is a virile, macho stud!” Then she rolled her eyes and their entire corner burst out laughing.
“Yeah, a real stuff muffin,” Ralph joked.
“More like a stud cupcake,” Cory giggled. “Hey, Porker, can limp dick there even get it up for a fat, ugly cunt like you?”
“Don’t be mean, Cory,” Lois added. “I mean look at her. There’s a good reason her knees are always red. “
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Hey Slobbo, is it true what they say about you fat girls? That you fat girls give better head because you are all cocksucking whores who like to swallow?”
“You…you shut up. I am going to kill you!” Becky screamed. But she was a little flustered. And the fact that she was standing just above her fiancé’s battered and unconscious body didn’t help her disposition.
“You would know about fat, cocksucking whores, wouldn’t you Lois?” Cindy shot back at them. “You’ve been one all your life!”
Before things got too out of hand Ralph stepped onto the apron and the introductions were made.
“In the black corner, representing the Griffin family is Corrine “Killer Cory” Griffin, and in the pink corner, fighting for the Bradys we have, Rebecca…” Melinda paused in her introduction. “Do you have a nickname?” she asked.
“How about blow job Becky,” Lois laughed. “It’s all those Brady pigs are good for.”
Becky opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a word Cory laughed across the ring, “How about Porker? Fat blob? Moo cow? Beat up Becky? Or just call her what she is, my private little punching bag.”
There were cheers and laughter at that, and not just from the Griffin corner. This crowd seemed to love trash talk.
“You shut up,” Becky cried. “We’ll see who gets to be the punching bag! Call me Boom Boom cause all you’re going to hear is my fists going boom boom on your head!”
“In this corner, representing the Brady’s is Becky “Boom Boom” Jester. Now when the bell rings come out fighting!”
“Hey, Pork Chop, I wanted to fight you in the mud, but they said that was unfair. You’re just a big fat pig who would be used to wallowing in the mud.” Cory laughed.
“I am going to kill you,” Becky sneered. “And after I kick your ass in front of everyone I’m going to spank your fat ass because I hear you like that!” Cindy had told her to add that last part.
This was going to be good. Becky was big, and yes, heavy, but she did not deserve all the fat pig comments. And Cindy and I both laughed when we looked in the ring and compare the two of them. Little Cory may have had that hot little body, but Becky was older, taller and heavier. Hell, she was twice the size of Cory. Sure, we had heard rumors that Cory had some kind of reputation in high school as a fighter, but Cindy and I could clearly remember her pinned under Liz, and running home crying, and neither of us would ever forget the sight of the little shit bent over Cindy’s lap and getting her plump bottom paddled. We couldn’t wait to see Becky do the same thing.
Becky was twice the size of Cory and had to outweigh the little redhead by at least seventy-five pounds. It was such a mismatch that Cory was going to think a ton of bricks fell on her. Did Cindy and I feel bad about this? Or feel the least bit of guilt over the mismatch? Hell no! It wasn’t our fault if the little bitch was overmatched and got stomped into the ground. If you are going to get into a fight you had better be able to handle yourself and handle the consequences. What’s more, Cindy and I believed that if you are going to run your mouth and talk shit you had better be able to back it up or you not only get what’s coming to you, you deserve it!
The bell rang and they rushed out to meet each other. As they each came out they began to circle and it seemed they were going to lock up right away. Becky was big, and a little slow, but we knew that. But Liz had assured us that Becky had put more than one bitch in her place who thought they had a chance with her Doug. Cory, on the other hand, was a nimble little minx. Nimble, quick and slippery, and as they locked hands she quickly managed to squirm her way free.
But we knew that all Becky had to do, really, was get the little bitch in a bear hug and do a belly flop on top of her and squash the little slut flat. Hell, all she had to do was fall on top of Cory and that would be that!
I can’t be sure whether it was a matter of Becky being slow, or Cory being fast, but our girl looked slow and lumbering compared to the agile little redhead, who danced circles around Becky, keeping her off balance, trying to catch up. Cory was very fast on her feet, and with her hands, and would dance in and land a slap or two and then dance out of Becky’s reach when she grabbed for her or swung back. They were not powerful slaps but rather they were sharp, stinging slaps. When she landed the first one Becky’s eyes grew wide and she staggered back with her hand to her cheek, in shock. But she lunged right back at the little redhead. Unfortunately she was having a hell of a time getting a hold of the smaller girl. And when she did get a hold of her Cory nimbly managed to wiggle or twist free. As this progressed they continually circled the ring, and whenever Becky got close to the Griffin corner she was greeted with taunts and jeers to distract her. She tried to ignore them but more than once they caught her eye and she paid the price and received a slap to the face, or to the chest. Cory thanked Becky for providing two such big targets for her.
This went on for about the first minute or so of the fight. Becky was constantly being distracted by the Griffins, and when she neared our corner she would occasionally look down at Doug and we could see the sadness in her eyes over his beaten state, but when she looked at Cory again she had renewed fire in her eyes and was determined to make her pay for his pain. They still circled, and Cory still danced in, landed a quick slap, slap and danced away again. Becky was getting frustrated and the taunts were coming, from The Griffins and the crowd, calling her a “big lummox” and asking whether she learned to fight from Doug. She had just passed our corner when Doug began moaning and groaning and for just a second she turned to look at him.
That was the opening Cory was looking for and as Becky turned the little redhead rushed in and buried her right fist deep into Becky’s soft, unprotected belly. Becky was just turning back when Cory leapt at her and, let’s face it, with that jelly belly there was no way she could tighten her abs t0o absorb the blow. Becky immediately doubled over, a pained look on her face and her mouth opened in a large “O” as she desperately gasped for air. Cory was laughing as she landed a pair of slap, a left and a right, to her face and then to her tits. Cory was making Becky look big, slow and stupid.
But maybe Cory was a little too cocky because suddenly Becky lunged forward and caught the little bitch in a bear hug. Cindy was screaming for her to “Squash the little bug flat!” and that ton of bricks was about to fall right on top of Cory.
Unfortunately, Becky had left the little redhead’s arms fee and not pinned them to her sides. And as she began to lift the little bitch up Cory brought her arms out wide and slammed them across Becky’s ears simultaneously. Becky screamed and instantly released Cory, clamping her hands to her eras as she began to stumble and stagger around the ring. Becky completely lost her balance and was stumbling around as if she were in a drunken haze. Cory went right after her, reaching out and grabbing Becky by her blonde bun and pulling her forward, right into her upswinging knee. It landed hard in Becky’s soft gut, hard and deep, and the force of the blow immediately double the big blonde in two, and it landed so hard her feet left the mat! Becky’s arms dropped from her ears and wrapped around her aching gut and her face was twisted in a grimace of pain as she gasped for air. But no sooner had she doubled over than Cory grabbed her by the ears and yanked her head up, and then shoved it down as she brought her knee straight up into her chin. The force of that blow sent Becky back upright, her eyes already crossing and it probably would have sent her falling back into the ropes if Cory had not held onto her ears and used them to spin the bigger woman around. With an evil smile on her face Cory used the grip on Becky’s ears to bring her head forward just as she snapped her own head forward and delivered a head butt to Becky-right between the eyes!
This time she let go of her ears and Becky staggered back a few steps, her legs weak and wobbly and her body turning to jelly. She staggered back and fell flat on her ass, her hands instinctively sliding back to prop herself up. It had to be instinct because Becky was slack jawed, and her eyes may have been open but they were glazed over and had an empty, vacant, “nobody’s home” look to them. Becky’s head was rolling around in lazy circles and at the moment it looked like she wouldn’t even know her own name. I doubted she knew where she was or who she was and Becky was still acting on instinct when Cory grabbed her by the hair and forced the bigger woman to her feet. Becky squealed when Cory pulled her hair, and was simply acting on instinct as Cory forced her to stand, She was just trying to relieve the fire in her scalp and keep her hair from being pulled out by the bleached roots. Becky’s thick legs had turned to jelly and she was standing ther, knock-kneed, her arms hanging down and with that same glazed eye, half out of it look on her face as Cory shoved her back into the ropes.
Becky was still stunned and in a daze and did not even try to grab onto the ropes. Instead they stretched out and sent her flying back towards Cory, who was waiting and blasted Becky in the gut with another knee. Becky doubled over with an “oomph” sound and before she could even clutch her belly Cory straightened her up with a sharp right uppercut, sending Becky upright and knocking her back into the ropes.
Cory didn’t wait for the ropes to fling Becky back into the ring. Becky’s bulky body hit the ropes and stretched them out and as they began to snap back Cory was waiting and crashed a left into the big girl’s face, sending Becky spinning, careening down the ropes. Somehow Becky stayed upright, leaning against the ropes and clutching the top one. Cory landed another left, and then another and sent the big girl spinning down the side of the ring, all the way into the corner. Cory moved behind Becky, grabbed her by the hair and smashed her face down into the turnbuckle. Not once but at least four or five times. Becky grunted with each blow, but that was her only reaction. The blows came so fast she didn’t even have time to groan as Cory yanked her head back by the hair to smash it down again. Her knees knocked and her legs gave way and Cory shoved her into the corner, draping her arms over the top ropes and leaving Becky hanging there, her face on the turnbuckle and Becky’s huge tits were sticking out different sides of the ring.
Cory began to dance and strut around the ring, already raising her hands in victory. Becky was hanging in the corner, moaning but unmoving and when she did try and raise her head she could barely manage to lift it an inch off the turnbuckle before it slumped back down. The crowd was loudly cheering her and Cory was eating it up.
“Is it time for a stinkface?” she laughing asked the crowd, strutting around towards our corner. She turned around and bent over and shoved her plump, round ass back into Doug’s face! We screamed at her and I had to hold Cindy back from climbing up there and climbing into the ring.
Cory laughed as she danced away out of reach and turned to look down at Doug. Some may have thought that was sexy, or funny, but Cindy and I did not! I doubt Doug was even aware of it, he was still out cold. Cory looked down at Doug and laughed.
“What are you whining about?” she said to Cindy. “That’s the best piece of ass old Dickless Doug ever had.” She looked down and the ice we had stuffed in his pouch to ice down his balls was starting to melt and a puddle was forming under his ass and between his spread legs. “Oh my God, I think limp dick there peed his pants.” She then looked over at Becky. “If you think that is funny just wait until you see this!”
Cory went back over to Becky, who was still dazed and woozy but was trying to get her weak legs under her. Cory grabbed her hair and smashed Becky’s face down into the turnbuckle two more times, then stepped back and began to slam punch after punch into Becky’s kidneys and ribs from behind. Cory’s fists landed with a solid “whack” sound, followed by an anguished sound from Becky that was half scream and half gasp. Cory landed punch after punch, working the big girl’s body, left, right, left right, until she had delivered at least a down punches with each fist. And then she began using her knee, only this time instead of alternating sides with each blow she would deliver three or four to one side and then switch legs and punish the other side of Becky’s body. I don’t know how may of these she delivered, perhaps a dozen blows to each side, before she grabbed Becky by the hair and spun her around and shoved her back into the corner. Becky was dazed, and hurt, and out of it.
“Nice punching bags,” Cory laughed and began slamming uppercuts into Becky’s huge jugs. I guess Cory couldn’t resist herself. She had Becky’s fat jugs bouncing up and down. Becky was not as out of it as she was a few minutes ago, but she was clearly hurt and in pain, particularly when Cory began landing punches to her big tits. Her hands came up automatically to cover her tits, if a bit slow, and Cory began to blast her in the gut with a right, a left, and then with her knee, twice. Each of the blows was low, not between-the-legs low but right around the bikini line.
Becky had a pained look n her face but suddenly her mouth dropped open, her eyes opened wide and she thrust her hands between her legs and began to squirm as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Cindy was screaming for Becky to “hit her back! Come on, kick her ass!” But Becky’s eyes grew wider and there was a terrified look on her face. She tried to push past Cory and it looked like she was going to run away but Cory blocked her path and shoved her back in the corner and followed up with another low blow, just above Becky’s hands. “Where you going, princess, we’re not done yet.” She taunted the bigger woman. Becky still had that wide eyed, horrified look on her face but after the last blow her face began to melt, or so it seemed, right before she burst into tears.
Becky was bent forward, her ass pressed against the corner post, her knees and thighs pressed together and her hands thrust between her legs. She looked over at us and there was almost a pleading look on her fear stained face. She seemed to be trying to hold back the tears, until Cory took two fingers and jabbed her in the belly. That look of horror returned and she looked down and when she lifter her head she began to cry like a little girl. We soon saw why. Everyone did. What is that old Lynyrd Skynyrd line about “the water fell on the floor”? Look, there is no delicate or polite way to say this, so I will just say it. Becky pissed herself, right there in front of everyone. Worst of all, in front of the Griffins!
“That’s it, baby girl; beat the piss out of her!” Lois cheered.
“Lois, you evil bitch!” Cindy screamed at her, “You are going to lick up every drop!”
Everyone was laughing at her and Becky, bawling like a baby, tried to run past Cory, who cut her off and forced her back. Cory grabbed the front of Becky’s shirt and started bitch slapping her face back and forth, fast and furious and when Becky brought her arms up to protect herself she slammed a deep punch into the big woman’s gut and Becky just emptied her bladder right there in the corner of the ring. Sobbing uncontrollably she tried to run past Cory and finally made it, although I think Cory let her so that she could trip her up and send Becky crashing to the mat. Becky landed hard and Cory grabbed her by the hair and forced the big blonde to her hands and knees. Cory lifted the back of the shirt up and landed a hard smack to Becky’s upraised butt, and anyone seated behind her could see the wet bikini bottoms.
“Pee…ewww!” Cory laughed. “I think we are going to have to get you some diapers, Princess Pee!”
She used the bleached blonde hair to force the larger Becky to stand and stalked her around the ring, landing hard, open handed slaps to her teary eyed face. She then rammed her knee deep into Becky’s gut, doubling her over and once again grabbing the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and then down, flashing Becky’s ass cheeks to the crowd.
“Who wants to see some skin?” she laughed.
“No…please…” Becky whimpered, trying to keep her shirt down.
The crowd was cheering to see some skin, and there were taunts about “Princess Pee” and diapers and Becky was crying and Cindy was screaming at her, “Don’t you dare submit!” when Cory moved in front of Becky, slammed a punch into each breast, and then one into her belly, and in one swift motion she pulled the shirt over Becky’s head and arms and left her standing there in the little pink bikini, the bottom of which was soaked through with her urine.
Becky shrieked and bent over, throwing one arm over her chest and trying to cover her crotch with the other. Becky was mortified that everyone could see her in this tiny pink bikini. There is a good reason Becky is a “one piece” girl. That is a lot of skin to cover, and she really needs some extra support up top. The straps of the top were strained to the limit, as were the large triangles that were the cups, straining to keep those huge tits in check. The bottoms were rather small, revealing plenty of ass and in the front there were red fluff poking out the sides of the triangle of material that covered her crotch. Becky was bent forward in a semi-crouch, one arm across her chest, one in front of her crotch, and little Cory right in front of her.
Cory started taunting Becky, laughing “what are you trying to hide?” and began slapping Becky across the face. Earlier, when she had smacked Becky’s face, they had been sharp, stinging “bitch-slaps”. Not now. Now Cory was teeing up and landing hard, openhanded slaps to the face that had all her weight behind them and Becky’s face was shipped from side to side. Between screams and yelps of pain Becky blubbered for Cory to “Stop…please stop…” but the little bitch was unrelenting, sending Becky staggering and stalking along after her.
Becky could only take a few of those hard smacks to the face before she forgot all about her modesty and brought her arms up to cover her face, which was becoming red and puffy. And as soon as Becky brought her arms up to protect her face Cory reached out with her left hand and grabbed hold of the bikini top between Becky’s cleavage and yanked for forward as she buried her right fist deep into Becky’s belly. “Buried” is right because without the shirt to cover her everyone could see just how soft Becky’s belly was, and just how deep that fist sank in. Becky’s belly jiggled and she doubled over with an “oomph”, clutching her gut. Cory smiled as she reached out and slid the straps of the top off Becky’s shoulders and slid them down to her elbows. She then yanked Becky upright by the hair and with the straps around her elbows Becky’s big tits flopped free of the confines of the bikini top.
Cory had always made fun of Becky, and her weight, and her tits, and they were proving to be a favorite target of hers. But seeing them now, free of the confines of the top, flopping free, bouncing and jiggling even Cory could only stare at them wide eyed and gasp, “Holy fuck!” at their enormity. Cory knew they wee big. She didn’t know they were that big! But her shock only lasted a short moment because she then curled her lips in an evil smile and delivered a solid smack to each of those huge, hanging breasts.
I have seen pictures of breasts that big, but never saw any up close like these. They were like two giant water balloons hanging of Becky’s chest. There was no firmness to them at all, and you should have seen the way they shook and jiggled as Cory smacked them form side to side. Cory left a red handprint on each breast, and it was rather amusing to see how small Cory’s hands seemed to those huge mammaries.
I am not sure whether it was the sharp pain of Cory’s slaps, or whether it was the loud cheer from the crowd when those tits flopped free, or whether it was the fact that her tits were now hanging out for everyone to see, but Becky brought her hands up to cover her tits, and even her own big hands were not enough to cover those huge jugs. Becky crossed her arms in front of her chest and was trying to pull the straps back up on her shoulders but Cory was not about to give her a chance to do that.
Cory blasted two punches low, a left and then a right to the gut, and Becky’s eyes bulged and the breath was slammed out of her with an “oof” and she bent forward, her hands automatically clutching her belly. Cory blasted her in the chin with a right uppercut that sent Becky upright, her arms falling down, and as the nig woman staggered back Cory went after her tits. Cory slammed an uppercut into each dangling breast, and followed with a left hook-right hook combination to the side of each. Becky had been dazed by the uppercut to the chin but screamed in agony when Cory began blasting her tits. I thought Cory’s fist had been sinking deeply into Becky’s belly, but that was nothing compared to the way they sank into her huge tits. Becky’s tits were so big and soft that there was no firmness tot hem at all, and Cory’s fists were sinking in wrist deep.
Becky struggled to retain her balance and stay on her feet, and immediately covered her tits up to protect them from Cory’s wicked fists. But Cory was undaunted, snapping out a wicked left jab that snapped Becky’s head back again and again. She managed to take four or five of those before she had to bring her arms up to cover and protect her face and when she did Cory started throwing hooks to her big tits.
Did I call them tits? Let’s call them what they now were. To Cory they were just two big, fat hanging targets. When Becky covered her tits this time Cory slammed a left-right combination into her gut, doubling Becky over and landed a left-right combination to her jaw to straighter her up. And when Becky staggered back, her arms dropping to her sides, Cory moved in and went after her tits again.
I had thought that maybe her big, soft gut would be Becky’s weak spot, and indeed it was a weak spot, but her tits were Becky’s true weak spot. She could not take any kind of punishment to them and immediately tried to cover them up whenever Cory attacked them. And Cory clearly knew this. So she went after those big tits, slamming punches from every side. And When Becky covered then with her arms Cory simply hit her somewhere else. Cory pounded Becky’s soft belly, which would invariably drop the blonde’s hands, or she worked over Becky’s face. Cory had a wicked left jab, but also used hooks, crosses and uppercuts to pound away at Becky's face. The jab would snap Becky’s head back but her other punches landed with bone jarring power and Becky’s knees buckled more than once and her legs seemed to be made of rubber. Becky was running out of gas as well, while Cory simply looked like she was doing a light workout.
Cindy and I could only look at each other and shake our heads. Liz had told us that Becky had told her about all the girls sent running home crying. We were later to find out that most of these included some alcohol, and was simply a matter of big Becky throwing her weight around and intimidating some girl much smaller than herself. For all her size and weight and attitude, it was becoming clear that Becky didn’t know how to fight and now she was paying the price. We could only hope that our family would not be paying the price as well.
Cory was pretty much hitting Becky at will. Becky would try and cover up whatever was hit last, but when she covered her tits that left Cory free to bury her fists in Becky’s belly or pound her face, and when Becky tried to cover her belly or face that left Cory free to pummel her tits. Cindy was screaming at Becky to fight back or just do something and I just shook my head. It was clear to me that Cory pretty much owner Becky by this point. Becky’s belly was red from being hit so many times, her right eye was beginning to puff and swell, and Becky had a bloody nose and fat lip. And I was amazed how quickly those big tits began to bruise. Becky had dark bruises on the bottoms and sides of her breasts and she was too busy trying to cover up and protect herself to offer any kind of offense.
The best Becky could come up with was, after being pounded around the ring for a couple of minutes, was to bend over and try and cover yup as she rammed her head into Cory’s belly. That was her intent, anyway. But Becky was big, slow and lumbering and I doubt any move she made would be surprising to quick little Cory and as she lunged forward Cory easily trapped her in a front headlock. Becky brought her arms to try and free her head as Cory began to wrench and twist it, and when she did Cory brought her right knee up, hard and fast, and slammed it straight into Becky’s dangling left orb. Becky screamed, but before she could clutch her wounded boob Cory had done it a second time. Becky clutched her tit and Cory slammed her knee into her belly and when Becky clutched at that she rammed her other knee into the other breast. Becky didn’t know what to cover but it didn’t really matter because no matter where she moved hr hands Cory simply hit her somewhere else. In desperation Becky tried to cover her tits with one arm and her belly with the other and when Cory’s knee bounced off her arms she received a kick to the cunt for her troubles.
A second kick to the cunt and it didn’t matter anymore. Becky’s knees knocked and she clutched her pussy and Cory punished her belly and her tits and left Becky so weak her arms hung down like limp noodles. Still holding Becky in the headlock, and still holding her bent at the waist with her fat ass sticking out, Cory looked up and laughed, “Time for a stinkface” as she marched Becky backwards. She marched her back into our corner, where Doug still sat, propped up against the post and moaning and groaning in his semi-conscious state. Cory marched Becky back into our corner until her ass was pressed against Doug’s face.. This was too much. Cory was giving Doug another stinkface, only this time she used the sweaty ass of his own girlfriend to do it!
Cindy was up on the ring apron before I could stop her. She was screaming obscenities at Cory, shouting for her to let Becky go and “try and fight a real woman!” Lois was laughing at her but I couldn’t hear what she said because Cindy was screaming, but I heard my wife tell her to “shut the fuck up whore!” Melinda had to warn Cindy to step down or we would forfeit all matches and be declared the losers but if she wanted to fight Cory she could do so later when it was her turn inside the ring.
“Damn straight I want to fight her.” Cindy spit as she stepped back down. “I want to beat the shit out of every one of those Griffin sluts!”
And during all of this Cory kept Becky’s ass in Doug’s face. I doubt he knew what was going on. But finally Melinda told her to stop and a disappointed Cory did, and took out her frustrations by wrenching Becky’s neck one last time, and as she released her from the headlock she blasted her in the face with her right knee. Becky was knocked clear off her feet and landed flat on her back, moaning and groaning and with her hands pressed to her face. Cory began to kick and stomp her helpless body, slamming her heels down into Becky’s crotch, her belly and completely flattening her tits. She then leapt on top of the larger woman and sat on her heaving belly and began pounding away at those big tits.
It was a sight to behold, and strangely erotic, to watch that little redhead with the hot body totally dominate and decimate the larger, heavier, older and bustier blonde. I know that Becky was on our team, and I should be rooting for her, but she had misled us into thinking she was this big, tough wrecking machine, when in fact she was just a big fat wimp. Cindy cheered her on to fight back, to do something, anything, to get back into the fight but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was as disgusted as I was with our future daughter in law. And I suppose I should mention that Cindy was not immune to that jealousy most women had when it came to Becky and her big jugs. Cindy’s were nowhere near as large and paled in comparison, so perhaps she felt a certain glee in seeing them pummeled like this. I was getting an erection, as much from watching Cory batter our teammate as much from eyeing the plump, round spandex clad bottom of my wife. When I slid behind her and rubbed against her she pushed her big, sweet butt back against me and when I slid my hands around her she pushed one down between her legs.
“What a pussy,” she said softly.
“I know,” I whispered in her ear. “But I can’t wait to see you teach the little bitch a lesson.”
“I am going to tear her apart so bad they won’t find all the pieces.”
I know she was getting as wet as I was hard, and at the moment we wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, but we had to concentrate on the business at hand.
Still, it was something to see, the way little Cory was in complete control over the bigger Becky. She sat on her belly and began to maul the big woman’s big tits. She tried to, anyway, but Becky’s tits were so big Cory could not even get both hands around one of them, so she settled for slapping and scratching the shit out of them. Cory slapped them back and forth, and it was a little funny to see those fat jugs bouncing into one another. She also ripped her claws back and forth across Becky’s fat jugs, leaving long red trails. Becky squealed in pain, but it seemed to be involuntary and she still seemed to be dazed and woozy from the knee to the face.
That is until Cory latched onto her nipples and began stretching those big tits like taffy. That sharp pain seemed to bring Becky around, screaming at the top of her lungs as Cory began to lift her shoulders from the floor by pulling on her stretched out tits. But Becky did not fight back as much as she began screaming and squirming, trying to buck Cory off her and pry those talons from her tits. But Cory put a quick stop to that, releasing her tits and snapping Becky’s face from side to side with her fists. She was throwing punches from every direction and Becky’s head was flung from side to side, blood, sweat and tears flying off her rapidly swelling face until the big girl went limp.
Becky wasn’t out cold, just out of it, and Coir began top pound her tits the same way she had pounded her face -without mercy. She slammed punches from the sides, knocking the soft tits into each other, and then aimed straight punches right at the nipples and her fists sank in deep and flattened those big balloons. How many times? I have no idea. A couple of dozen times at least. A couple of dozen times with each fist that is. But perhaps she became bored, or simply had other ideas but soon she rose, and bent over to latch onto those nipples and used them to drag Becky to her feet. After being pummeled senseless that constant pain to her tits revived Becky a little and she screamed and cried as Cory pulled her up by her nipples. It didn’t get any better for her on her feet because Becky found herself being dragged around the ring by her nipples and she was crying hysterically, constantly off balance on her weak legs, and if she fell to her knees she had to get right back up because Cory wasn’t stopping.
Cory dragged Becky around the ring by her nipples, going around and around several times, occasionally releasing one now red and swollen nipple so she could smack Becky in the face. Becky squealed in pain as her nipples were yanked and her tits stretched out (and let me tell you those fat puppies could sure stretch out!) and she was crying, but her eyes were also getting that unfocused, empty look of someone who has been hit in the head too many times. Like Doug before her Becky was drenched in sweat, I mean it was just pouring off her in buckets, and had been dropped to the mat and dragged across it that she was filthy, not to mention the bruises that covered her body.
Cory, on the other hand, barely had a hair out of place. Becky had barely laid a hand on her, while the little redhead beat the crap out of Becky at will. The only difference between Cory at the beginning of the fight and Cory now was the amount of perspiration that covered her tanned body and shined under the lights. It was hard work, I guess, lugging the big woman up from the mat time after time.
Cory released Becky’s nipples at last and the big woman dropped to her knees, clutching her tits and whimpering. Her nipples were very red and swollen by this point. But if Becky thought she was going to get any rest she was sorely mistaken. Cory grabbed her by the hair, which was soaked with sweat, and dragged yet again. But this time Cory did not just go after Becky’s already battered tits, although they were surely a target, but instead the little redhead curled her hands into fists and beat that poor girl from one side of the ring to the other and back again.
Cory dragged Becky up by the hair and promptly doubled her over with a left right combo to the gut and as Becky bent over and clutched her gut she received a pair of uppercuts to the tits, and then a left-right pair of uppercuts to the chin. That shot Becky upright and she staggered back and fell flat on her ass. Becky had that dazed and dizzy look in her eyes again as Cory moved in on her. I guess the little redhead was tired of dragging Becky back up every time she knocked her down because now she began kicking Becky, snapping at the big woman to get back up. I don’t know was more pathetic, watching Cory knock the bigger woman to the mat and drag her back up by the hair, or the way the dizzy bleached blonde dragged her ass off the mat, wavering on rubbery and wobbly legs. But Cory, like her brother before her, thoroughly enjoyed knocking her opponent to the mat, dragging her up by the hair and knocking her right back down. Becky was in a stupor, and offense was out of the question, as was defense. Becky was in a daze, and exhausted, and she could only react to whatever attack Cory pounded her with.
It was rather sad, and pathetic, I am afraid. It is hard to root for someone who doesn’t even fight back. The bleached blonde Becky was awkward and clumsy and Cory was so quick on her feet and quick with her fists, not to mention being quite good with them, that Becky looked like a big, lumbering fool. It is ironic that her last name is Jester because Cory made her look like a fool. Cory beat Becky all over that ring, pulling her up and knocking her back down over and over again and dragging her back up and finally backed Becky into the ropes on our side of the ring.
Becky had hit the ropes before and her big, bulky body stretched them out and the ropes would stretch to their max and fling her back into the fray with great momentum. Becky hit the ropes again and I fully expected her to be flung back into an uppercut to the boobs or face, but Cory had other ideas. Maybe she was getting tired of dragging Becky up from the mat time after time. Becky hit the ropes and as they began to stretch back from her weight Cory was all over her. Cory slammed punched into Becky’s tits and face, perhaps two or three to each breast and the face, but then she began to work the body. Becky was trapped against the ropes and Cory slammed punch after punch to her belly and ribs. We could hear the fists thudding home, and Cindy moaned “Oh God, I hope she doesn’t piss herself again.”
Cory was relentless, pounding her ribs, and working her way all over Becky’s gut. She hit her low, on the bikini line, and just below it, and worked her way up the sides, and planted more than a few straight in Becky’s breadbasket, and a few under her breasts, just under the ribcage. Punching Becky in the tits usually brought a squeal of pain, of not an outright scream, but blows to the face usually brought grunts. So did those shots to the belly, at first anyway, but as she pounded away at Becky’s fat, soft gut the grunts turned into small, involuntary sounds of “oof”, “ooh” and “ugh”. Becky was long past fighting back or protecting herself and as Cory hammered away at her midsection, I would guess a couple of dozen punches at least, Becky’s arms hung down limp and useless and her legs wobbled. The only thing holding her up at the moment was being pinned to the ropes.
Cory stopped at last and stepped back and Becky wobbled for a moment before she dropped to her knees. Becky’s mouth hung open, and while her eyes were still open they were bleary and half shut and had that glazed, dizzy look to them.
“Come on, Porker, get up and fight!” Cory screamed at her almost limp body, “I’m not through kicking your ass yet!”
Becky moaned and I think she may have slumped forward to the canvas if Cory hadn’t been standing so close. Cory yanked her head back by the hair and slapped her sharply across the face a few times, trying to bring Becky to her senses. It worked and Becky moaned and she was in a perfect position to take over the fight. Cory was standing directly in front of her, legs shoulder width apart. Becky could punch her in the cunt, or maybe begin scratching her down there, or reach up and grab her tits. But she did not do that. She did not do anything. That’s not true, she did cry and whimper “Please…”
My God, what a pathetic loser Becky was!
Cory grabbed her hair and tried to force Becky to stand, kicking her in her soft thighs but Becky was too weak to drag her bulk off the mat. But Cory was undeterred. She used Becky’s string, sweat soaked hair to force the big woman to her hands and knees and she pulled on her hair with her left hand and began smacking the big blonde across her now upraised ass with the other. Cory screamed at her to “get moving, bitch!” and Becky weakly crawled along, yelping each time Cory smacked her ass. Becky’s ass was made out of that same jelly substance that her tits and belly were made of and shook and jiggled and they were turning red. This had all begun almost in front of us. Cory had pounded her body on the ropes just a few feet from where Doug sat sprawled in our corner, and Cory forced Becky to crawl across the ring to the corner directly opposite up, the same corner when she had literally beat the piss out of her. Once they were ion the corner Cory sneered at Becky that she would either get up or she would be licking up that golden puddle. Becky had to use the ropes but she struggled up.
Cory shoved the big blonde back into the corner and hooked her arms over the top ropes and a weak, battered Becky did not resist. Becky threw her head back and screamed when Cory rammed her knee up between her legs, but Becky was too weak to unhook her arms from the ropes and it was a little amusing to see her hands open wide as and strain against the ropes as if she was going to clutch her wounded womanhood. But she simply slumped in the corner.
Becky was hanging in the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes, but I suppose that was not secure enough for Cory, who wrapped the top and middle ropes around Becky’s arms and now the biog woman was truly trapped securely in the corner.
“Time for a little workout,” Cory said with an evil laugh and slammed a pair of uppercuts into Becky’s hanging left boob.
“Oh my God!” I heard Liz gasp.
Becky’s arms were wrapped and trapped in the ropes and her legs were like jelly and could barely support her weight and she was slightly slumped forward, which means her two enormous tits were hanging down and she might as well have painted targets on her big tits, with her nipples as the bull’s-eye because they were nothing more than targets to wildcat Cory.
Cory turned those huge, hanging orbs, which were already batter, bruised and scratched, into her personal punching bags. She slammed punch after punch into those huge jugs, working one and then the other. Cory showed off her arsenal, slamming hooks, jabs, crosses and uppercuts into those big, fat udders. Occasionally she would change things up and slam a punch or two into Becky’s gut or face, but mainly she worked those tits. When Cory punched her in the face there would be the sound of a “smack!” while the gut punches brought more of a loud “thud!” but the sound the boobs made when hit was more of a “SPLAT!” and a loud splat at that. It sounded very much to me like the sound made when a slab of raw beef is slapped down on a counter top. And once again the gut punches produced “Ugh!” and “Oof” sounds and the shots to the face were followed by grunts, and the tits work was greeted with screams and howls of pain.
I could understand why the Griffins referred to Becky as “Jelly Jugs”. That is what they seemed to be made of. It was something to see, the way Cory’s fists sank into the tit flesh. Just like Becky’s soft round belly, I am sure that at one time there had been muscles up there to hold those tits up, but were strained under the incredible and enormous weight of those fat jugs. When Cory hit her from the sides her fist would sink knuckle deep, and it a little funny to see the breast knocked to the side only to slam into the other one. Just a single punch would have both boobs doing the jelly dance. Straight punches sank in even deeper, halfway to her wrist. But it was the uppercuts that sank in deepest, almost wrist deep. At one point Cory unleashed a flurry of uppercuts, a couple of dozen in a row, and Becky’s hooters looked like a pair of balls bouncing up and down. A pair of big, fat, soft and squishy balls, that is.
When it began Becky began the screaming.
“My tits! My tits! Oh my God, my tits! No…don’t...stop…please…no...don’t…don’t!” Becky blubbered, but soon the constant barrage of punches had reduced the big bleached blonde to a series of grunts, groans, gasps, and screams.
Becky was a mess. A real train wreck. Cory had worked up a good sweat and several times paused to wipe the sweat from her brow, but the sweat was pouring off Becky in buckets. She had spent so much time being knocked to the filthy mat that she was filthy as well, and, with all that sweating Becky was doing, now she really reeked of her own piss as well.
But being sweaty, and dirty and reeking of piss was the least of it. Becky had bruises all over her body. Becky has the fair skin that so many natural redheads have, very light and pale, and the whitest of white, and she was covered with bruises. Bruises, welts and a ton of scratches. Her arms and legs had them, even though she had not been hit there as often, her ass was red from being slapped, and her belly had gone from pale white, to pink to red and by now had been hit so many times it looked like one big, dark bruise. Becky had the obligatory fat lip and bloody nose, and was certain to be sporting a pair of shiners in the morning, if not sooner. Becky’s cheers were puffy and swollen, and bleeding in several places from the cuts that Cory’s fists had opened up on her face, and if Cory kept on with that left jab Becky’s right eye would soon be swollen completely shut rather than the half shut condition it now had.
Becky’s face was a wreck and she really looked like shit now, but that was nothing compared to her tits. Becky’s nipples were surprisingly small, considering the enormity of her hooters. (Cindy and Liz both have smaller boobs but larger nipples than her) They were red and swollen from all the pulling, twisting and yanking they had suffered through, and her tits were criss-crossed with deep red scratches, and there were more than a few open cuts on her tits. I had been so caught up in the action that it wasn’t until now that I realized that Cory was fighting with her rings on. That was an old trick of Cindy’s, and in fact my wife now sported several rings on each hand, and that would help explain the huge number of cuts that covered Becky’s body. But more than anything those huge tits were swollen and badly bruised. Cory just beat the shit out of them. They were not bruised all over, it was hard for Cory to hit the inside of her jugs, between the cleavage, and the tits were so big they hung down to her belly and the undersides were harder to hit. Not that Cory didn’t try. At one point she reached out with her left hand and grabbed Becky’s right boob around the nipple area. I don’t mean she grabbed the nipple, but rather she grabbed herself a big handful of tit and yanked that puppy into the air so she could pummel the soft, fleshy underside of it. And after walloping the underside of one she did the same thing to the other one. And of course the little bitch laughed the whole time she was beating the shit out of those tits. Becky’s jugs were covered with bruises and welts, and like her belly, if there had been any muscles left there they had been beaten into mush and her belly and tits seemed to sag and droop even more than before.
Cory spent a long time in her “light workout”, as she called it, working the “heavy bag” (Becky’s body) and the “speed bags” (her tits). Becky had already screamed herself hoarse when Cory stopped and she hung in the corner, crying and whimpering and begging Cory to please stop. Cory laughed and reached around to undo her own bikini top and laughed, “Don’t you want to go breast to breast?”
Becky looked up in horror to see Cory cupping her young, firm 36C breasts in her hands. Cory’s young breasts were full, ripe and firm, and did not sag and droop the way that Becky’s, and even Cindy’s did. She smiled as she stepped closer and rammed her young, form tits into Becky’s saggy and battered boobs and Becky could only scream in agony as Cory used her tits to batter her boobs even more. Cory was 18 years old, and not the least bit ashamed of her body and seemed to enjoy showing it off. And showing up Becky as well. She slammed her rope chest into Becky’s bruised melons for a while before she stepped back and a gasping and whimpering Becky hung limp in the corner. Becky’s tits were covered with dark purple bruising, and that was before a laughing Cory leaned it and clamped her teeth on one boob, biting it as she scratched, mauled and punched the shit out of the other boobs. She repeated this on each breast before she finally stopped and untangled Becky’s arms from the ropes.
Becky slumped to her knees in the corner, cupping her bruised and battered boobs in her hands, whimpering and crying. Cory wasn’t through with her quite yet and grabbed her by her bleached blonde hair and forced the big woman to crawl on her hands and knees to the center of the ring. Becky’s big tits were hanging straight down and she squealed in pain because each step caused them to sway and bounce and brought a new jolt of pain to the big, beaten blonde.
Once she had Becky in the center of the ring, still on her hands and knees, Cory lifted one leg in the air and stepped over Becky’s body, straddling her back. She wrapped her left hand in Becky’s long, string and sweaty blonde hair and demanded that Becky give her a horsey ride around the ring. Becky began wailing but Cory wanted her rider and began using her right hand to smack Becky on her big ass. Even that didn’t get the big girl moving. She was rather exhausted by this point. Cory tightened her legs, squeezing Becky’s bruised ribs. But what got the big blonde moving more than anything was when Cory leaned down to speak into her ear.
“I want a horsey ride, you big, fat horse, and you had better get this fat ass moving. Or maybe you would like to spend the next week hooked up to a milking machine? Maybe that will suck some of the fat out of those big jelly jugs!”
The very idea of that horrified Becky so much that she began to walk around the ring on all fours, giving Cory the horse ride she wanted. Cory used her hair as reigns and prodded her along with constant slaps to the ass, and demanded that Becky make “horsey sounds” and Becky began to neigh and whinny like a horse. She was exhausted, that was clear, but she did not want to piss of Cory any more than she already had.
Cory forced the big bitch to ride her round the ring a few times before she led her back to the center of the ring.
“You’re not really the horsey type, are you Pork Chop?” Cory laughed, pulling back on Becky’s hair and forcing her head up. She reached down with her right hand, index finger extended, which she placed under Becky’s nose and forced her nose back so it resembled a pig’s snout. “You’re a real piggie. So let’s hear you act like one! Come on, let me hear you Piggie or it’s the milker for you!”
I am sure it broke her heart to debase herself like that in front of this cheering crowd but Becky did not hesitate to begin snorting, squealing and oinking like a pig. Becky had tears flowing down her cheeks but she did it. Cory forced her to do that for a while, then decided that Becky was not a pig but was a big fat cow and she leaned down to whisper in Becky’s ear and a few seconds later Becky threw her head back and I don’t think anyone was surprised at what came out of her mouth.
“Moo! Moo! Moooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
Becky began to moo like a cow while Cory laughed and told her she needed her fat udders milked.
This went on for a little while until Cory was finished embarrassing the big blonde. Cindy and I had a brief discussion about whether Cory had embarrassed Becky, or whether the big bleached blonde had embarrassed herself with her weak, wimpy and pathetic performance. Cory dragged her up by the hair and led her over to our side of the ring. Becky’s back was to the ropes, and a few feet to her left sat Doug in the corner. He was finally beginning to come around. He was still a little weak, and he had woke up somewhere between the pig oinking and the cow mooing.
Cory held Becky up by the hair and delivered a forehand-backhand set of bitch slaps to her face. A whimpering Becky just stood there and took it. Cory did it again.
“Hey, Dickless,” Cory called over to Doug, “this is some big tough bitch you got here. You two deserve each other.” She followed that with another set of bitch slaps. “I’ve heard of ‘Dumb and Dumber’ but you two are ‘Wimp and Wimpier! You two belong together. Now watch this, Dickless!”
She yanked Becky upright by the hair and blasted her with a low punch, right on the bikini line. Becky began to double over and was met with another shot to the belly, and then one to each swollen and battered breast before Cory slammed an uppercut into her chin. Becky was already wobbling and her eyes were rolling back into her head as Cory unleashed a right cross that spun the bigger woman around and sent her falling over the ropes. Doug had been shocked to see the condition that Becky was now in, and watched in horror as Becky was not only knocked out, but almost knocked out of the ring. Becky was out cold and her arms and tits were draped over the top rope and a laughing Cory grabbed her legs and hoisted her up, She left Becky hanging over the ropes, the top rope cutting into her soft, battered belly, her big, red ass sticking up in the air and her legs still inside the ring while her upper body hung down on the outside. Cory was laughing as she relieved the big woman of her bikini top and wrapped it around the bottom rope, and then used the ends to tie Becky’s hands and feet together, and securing them to the ropes.
Doug was struggling to his feet, but was still a little weak and wobbly.
“You…you leave her alone,” he muttered through his thick, swollen lips. He was stunned that the little neighbor girl had beaten his woman to a pulp and not only knocked her out cold but left her draped over the ropes, asshole and elbows to the ceiling, and securely bound.
Cory laughed and said that Becky was lucky that she wasn’t gagged with her “pissy panties” and Melinda came over and said to us, “You Bradys aren’t doing very well.” And then, to the crowd, she announced, “We have another no decision, by knockout! According to the rules Becky must stay in the ring until such time as she can continue, or submit. Speaking of which…”
Lois had already shuffled Ralph back into the ring.
“Dickless…um… I mean Doug, do you wish to submit or continue?” Melinda asked him, stepping out of the way so that he could see Ralph approaching.
Doug was unsteady on his legs. They were still weak and wobbly and I wondered if he had it in him to continue, or whether he would submit. Cindy was cheering him on to continue and “kick the shit out of that Griffin bastard and make him pay!”
Doug seemed uncertain of what to do. His body must have told him to quit, but his mother was screaming at him to fight. Ralph made it easy on him.
“Go ahead and submit, Doug. I’ll make it easy on you. All you have to do is crawl over here and admit I’m the better man and suck my dick!”
The crowd burst into laughter, Cindy was screaming obscenities at Ralph and Doug staggered out of the corner saying, “Never! I’ll fight!”
Doug came out and swung at Ralph’s head but he was still weak from the beating her had suffered, and being knocked out, that he was as slow as Becky. Ralph easily blocked the punch and slammed one of his own deep into Doug’s softened belly. He was behind Doug in a flash, yanking his head back by the hair and with a death grip on his cock and balls from behind. He marched a screaming and sobbing Doug around the ring, pulling his balls up his ass again, screaming at Doug to submit and suck his cock while he still had his manhood left.
Doug was screaming and crying, blubbering, “please…not that!” so Ralph marched him back into our corner so we could have a bird’s eye view as he spun Doug around and shoved him back in the corner. Doug’s hands went to massage his torture

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AWESME, but the end was sut off. as posted above.