Family fight Club-Bradys vs Griffins part 3

**joriestar** · August 20th, 2008, 05:54 PM

(The continuing adventures of the Brady Family, parents Carter and Cindy and children Doug and Liz as they battle their next door neighbors, and former friends but now bitter rivals the Griffins, parents Phillip and Lois and children Ralph, Lacey and Corrine and are introduced to the secret underground world of the Family Fight Club.
In Part 1 the Bradys sent their oldest, Doug, into the ring to fight little Ralphie Griffin, only to watch the Griffin boy mercilessly pummel their son to a pulp and knock him out cold.
Part 2 saw the 2nd member of the Brady clan, and Doug?s soon-to-be wife Becky Jester face off against the youngest Griffin girl, Cory only to suffer the same fate-a merciless beating followed by a knockout.
Now little Liz Brady steps back into the ring, to avenge her family, and to avenge the loss to her former best friend Lacey Griffin.
See Family Fight Club 1 for the background, and how this chain of events was set in motion.
And now?Part 3)

This was a stunning set of circumstances for the Brady clan. We had sent two fighters into the ring already and seen both of them beaten to a pulp without mercy and knocked out cold. During all the trash talking between fights my wife Cindy and Lois Griffin had bragged and boasted, and Lois declared that we were such wimps that we would only have to win one fight to win the match. Cindy had bragged that we would not only win one fight we would win them all. Becky?s pathetic performance had put an end to that boast, but we were undaunted. After all, it wasn?t our fault that Becky was such a big wimp and couldn?t fight, and she wasn?t a true Brady yet. But we had renewed hopes because little Liz was stepping in to get revenge, for our family, and for her loss to Lacey Griffin that had set all of this in motion.
Like the rest of us, Liz had been shocked to watch her brother being mercilessly pummeled by little Ralphie Griffin. Like me and Cindy Liz could no doubt remember all the times she or her brother sent one of the Griffin kids home, crying, after a fight. We could remember the countless times that Doug had needed to put Ralph in his place, and Liz out wrestled each of the Griffin brats on more than one occasion and sat on them until they cried ?Uncle!? and ran home to Mommy. We all knew that the loss to Lacey a week ago had been a fluke and once Liz stepped into the ring and took care of the little tramp we could begin to take our revenge on the white trash Griffins.
I will admit that things were not going our way-yet. Cindy sneered that the Griffins were dirty fighters and cheaters. Doug had been in charge of his match until Ralphie grabbed him by the balls and crushed and tortured them as he beat our boy to a pulp. And Becky was a big disappointment. She was twice the size of her opponent, but Becky was big, slow and couldn?t fight a lick and it was no wonder that Cory beat her senseless. It was a little disconcerting, though, to hear the chanting because we had said we would ?take out the trash? meaning our white trash neighbors the Griffins, and when Becky was being dragged around the ring we could hear the cheers of ?taking out the trash?. But we had already discovered that no matter how much the audience was behind us, and how could they not be, considering how trampy and trashy our neighbors were and that we were in the right, but you know how it goes. Everyone loves a winner.
But all that was going to change because we were sending Liz in to do battle with her former friend and now hated enemy Lacey Griffin. Perhaps it was fitting that Liz should be the one to end this with a victory. After all, she was the one who set all of this in motion, a week ago with her loss to Lacey, and even beyond that. I suppose it really began years ago when Liz and Lacey were in high school and Lacey bragged how much her boyfriend Kyle loved her and that nothing could come between them and Liz flat out told her, ?I can take your man!? and then did, taking Kyle away from Lacey, screwing his brains out and then dumping him like yesterday?s trash. I know that sounds bad, but you never tell a Brady ?I have something you can never have? and then dare us to take it away. Just ask any of the countless rivals that Cindy and I have faced over the years, both business and personal. You don?t dare me, you don?t Cindy, and you don?t dare our kids.
Kyle was a piece of shit, just like the Griffins, so it was no surprise that he slunk back to Lacey and she took him back. But Liz would never miss and opportunity, whenever she ran into Lacey, or the two of them together, to remind Lacey that she could take her man any time she wanted. Liz thought that Lacey was spreading rumors behind her back, something else you never do to a Brady, and had slept with Kyle again, and promptly called Lacey to brag about it. It had been all out war since then and now it had come to this.
Now I will admit that Lacey whipped her good last week. But in Liz?s defense I have to say that she was not used to fighting in a ring, and the ropes really messed her up, and she was not used to fighting in front of a cheering crowd either. But we had spent the last week working on that, constantly telling Liz to forget about the crowd and to only concentrate on her opponent, setting up some ropes in our yard, between two trees, and teaching Liz how to use the ropes and the corners to her advantage. And Cindy, a renowned dirty fighter herself, had spent the week teaching Liz every dirty trick she could think of.

?Make that two no decisions, by knockout,? Melinda said after the massacre of Becky, almost laughing. ?Are you sure you Bradys want to continue?? she asked us.
Becky had been destroyed and Doug had been humiliated and knocked out again and I was as insane with anger as Cindy was and challenged little Ralphie, just as Cindy had challenged Cory. I was told that I would get my chance, but that it was time for Liz to take on Lacey.
Cindy glared up at Melinda and hissed that she would like a chance at her as well. Melinda heard that and smiled, ?anytime, honey,? and Cindy bent down to whisper in Liz?s ear.
Cindy was leaning forward and talking into Liz?s ear. I could see, but I knew that the Griffins could not, as Cindy stuck out her right hand, in a handshake motion, and quickly pulled it back as she pretended to throw a punch with her left.
?Don?t worry, Mom, I know what to do. It?s time we showed them what the Bradys are made out of! Lacey?s ass is mine!?
Cindy and I watched with pride as our daughter climbed into the ring, bound and determined to get revenge on Lacey, not only for her loss the previous week, but for what had happened to her brother and his girlfriend, who were both still beaten and unconscious in the ring.
But Liz was proud, and determined, and confidant of victory this time as she climbed into the ring, which was good because Lacey was waiting across the ring in the Griffin corner and they all had those shit eating grins on their faces.
?Go get her, baby girl!? Cindy cheered.
Liz climbed into the ring, full of pride and confidence. Like Doug before her Liz was not the least bit ashamed of her body and proudly wore the pink string bikini provided for us and did she ever look hot in it! Liz is 21 years old now, and stands about 5?2?, and weighs a little over 100 pounds. Maybe 105 to 110. I haven?t really looked at her, after all, Liz is my little girl, but she is quite the hottie. She has shoulder length curly blonde hair, although I will admit neither the curls nor the color are natural. She wore the hair pulled up atop her head, out of her eyes. She is a lovely girl with a natural, curvy figure. Not a super model stick figure Liz has pleasing 34C breasts, a round, sloped tummy, not fat at all but an average pooch tummy, nice curved hips, strong shapely legs and a round, plump and curved ass that often gets the boys? eyes. She often wears those low rider jeans that show off her butt crack, which as her father I can?t say I approve of, but with her body I really can?t blame her for following the fashion of the day. Liz more than filled out her pink bikini, but unlike Becky she wasn?t hanging out of it. Liz was simply a stunningly beautiful young lady who was about to kick some serious ass!
OK, I will admit that Lacey is no slouch either. She is the same age as Liz, and perhaps an inch taller, at 5?3? and weighs about 110 pounds. Lacey looks athletic, without being bulky, and is in great shape. She is a little bigger than Liz, and I would think a little stronger, with curly blonde hair, like Liz, except both the curls and the color are natural on Lacey. She is a little larger in the chest than Liz, perhaps a 36C, and has a trimmer tummy, but like Liz she has strong and shapely legs and a fantastically round ass. She has a beautiful face as well, and it is not hard to believe she and Liz were once the closest of friends as they were so very much alike. But Lacey always seemed quiet and shy, not rough and tumble like Liz, and seemed rather prissy. Liz always liked to playfully wrestle and we lost track of the times she had easily overpowered the more timid Lacey. Liz could almost do it at will.
That was what made the loss last week to Lacey all the more shocking. And that was why Liz was bound and determined to make her pay and embarrass her in front of this cheering crowd, much of the crowd who had cheered Lacey on last week. I thought of these things as we watched our little girl climbing into the ring. Liz looked stunning and sexy in the tiny pink bikini, and wore a determined look on her face. She was full of pride and confidence and had a sneer of contempt on her face for her opponent as she slid through the ropes. Cindy was cheering her on to ?kick the shit out of the little slut? and she and Lois were in another shouting match. Lois was shouting that Liz was another ?Brady baby? and should quit now before she really got hurt and had her ?pretty little face messed up?. Liz joined in and shouted that the only face that was going to be messed up was Lacey?s and the only blood she would have on her pink bikini was that of her opponent. Cindy was shouting that it wouldn?t matter what happened now anyway because the only match that would truly count was the one between her and Lois but she would happily take on Lacey as a warm up after Liz ripped her to pieces. Cindy, like the rest of us, did not like being taunted, and boasted that she would love to take on the Griffin girls, meaning Cory and Lacey, as a warm up for Lois, and ?kick both their slutty asses with one arm tied behind my back!? Cindy asked Melinda again if we, meaning the Bradys, could continue to beat the crap out of our opponents after we won and Melinda shook her head, a little sadly, I thought, and said, yes of course.
Liz looked determined, angry, and resolute, and was almost swaggering as she climbed into the ring. But for just a moment I thought I saw a glimmer of uncertainty flash across her face. But that was understandable, I would say. This was a regulation boxing ring, and like all rings it looks very big on the outside. And it was one thing to stand outside the ring and shout and spit insults, threats and promises at your opponents, as Liz and Cindy had been doing, and yes, me too. But once inside the ring Liz probably flashed back to her embarrassing defeat of a week earlier, and once inside the ring she would no doubt see that it was not very big at all, particularly when there is an angry bitch in the corner of the ring diagonally across from you.
Liz could not stand in our corner, and the ring was made all that much smaller since the two fighters we had already sent ion for our family were still in the ring, out cold. Doug, bruised and battered, was slumped in our corner, legs spread and propped up against the corner post, and to his right, halfway down the ring, Becky was bent over the top ropes, her hands and feet bound to the bottom rope by her own bikini top, and her big ass sticking up in the air. Doug was a battered and swollen mess, and the ice in his briefs had totally melted by now and he sat in a puddle of water. Liz looked at him, and her eyes followed the ropes along to see Becky?s beaten body, hanging over the ropes, and her big ass, and her piss soaked bikini bottoms, sticking up in the air. Her tits had been so badly beaten and were so darkly bruised that they hung down in her face like a pair of lumpy sacks of chocolate pudding. And as her eyes followed the ropes down to the corner there was still the big puddle of pee, from where Becky had pissed herself. And it did not help matters that the ring was covered with blood, sweat and tears, Doug and Becky?s blood sweat and tears, smeared all over the ring, and clumps of hair, Doug?s shirt black ones and the longer, curlier strands of Becky?s bleached blonde locks, littered the ring. I mean, can you really blame her for being unnerved for a moment?
But she looked across the ring at Lacey, filling out her black bikini, which I must say did not seem as skimpy as our own, and her confidence was renewed. Not only her confidence, but her anger and her hatred for her former friend were all renewed. Liz was shouting that she was going to pay for what happened to Doug and Becky and Lacey laughed back that obviously Liz could not wait to join them. And Lois and Cindy were still shouting at one another.

When the bell finally rang Liz stepped forward. She did not rush across the ring like the last time but calmly walked to the center of the ring, offering her hand in ?friendship?. Cindy and I looked at each other and smiled. We knew what was going to happen. Cindy had spent the better part of the week teaching Liz this little maneuver. Liz would offer her hand and when Lacey accepted it; our girl would firmly grasp her hand with her right and quickly yank her forward by it as she threw a punch with her left. I suggested the gut, to soften her up, but Cindy insisted on a head shot to stun her. So we clearly knew what was going to happen. Liz would offer her hand, and when Lacey accepted it she would yank her into a left to the nose.
That was the plan.
But that was not what happened.
Liz did walk to the center of the ring, offering her hand, and Lacey rolled her eyes, but reached out to shake it, trying to be a good sport. Liz was offering her hand and stepping forward at the same time, so that her feet would be planted when Lacey shook her hand. The only problem was that Lacey did not grasp her hand for a friendly handshake. Instead of a friendly handshake Lacey tightly gripped Liz?s hand, before she had planted her feet, and yanked Liz forward as she brought her right knee flying up from the mat. It landed hard in Liz?s belly, landing low, very low, below the top of the tiny bikini, and caught Liz unprepared and she doubled over with an ?oomph? and as Liz pitched forward to clutch her gut Lacey grabbed her by the hair and brought her knee straight up into Liz?s chin and our girl?s knees knocked and before she could begin to wobble Lacey brought her hands together and brought them crashing down across the back of Liz?s neck.
Liz?s legs flew out from under her and she hit the mat like a sack of potatoes. Face down on the mat, spread eagle, we could hear Liz?s moan and groans, but she was too stunned to move. Cindy and I were stunned into silence. This could not possibly be happening. It was only about three seconds since the bell rang and our little girl was laying face down in the middle of the ring, moaning, groaning and out of it. Lacey leapt upon Liz?s back and grabbed the bun of bushy blonde curls to yank Liz?s head off the mat and smashed her face down into the mat a few times before she yanked back on the blonde curls with her left hand and began punching Liz in the face with her right. The punches landed mainly on her cheek and jaw line and Liz took more than half a dozen before she managed to bring her arms in to protect her head and face.
Without any resistance Liz was rolled onto her back and Lacey sat on her belly, using her legs to pin Liz?s arms to the mat. Lacey began punching Liz?s face back and forth with both fists. I don?t know how many times she hit her, ten, maybe even twelve, before she turned around, brought her hands together and raised them high above her head before she smashed them down into Liz?s bikini bottoms. I thought they landed low, well below the bikini line, and Lacey stood up and began to kick and stomp poor Liz, who wound up on her bell, trying to crawl away so she could clear her head.
She didn?t get far because Lacey grabbed her ankles and dragged her back to the middle of the ring on her belly. And yes, she left a trail of Liz?s blood, sweat and tears smeared across the mat. Lacey pulled Liz?s legs into the air and gave her a solid kick between the legs before she rolled her over onto her back. Liz?s eyes were bleary and half shut. They were until Lacey pulled her legs high into the air and spread them as wide as she could. Liz?s eyes opened wide as she saw Lacey lifting her right foot off the mat.
?No?? Liz screamed, ?Don?t?aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?
Lacey brought her foot stomping down as hard as she could, sneering, ?This is what happens to cunt that try and steal other people?s boyfriends!? Lacey ground her heel back and forth, lifted it to stomp down again, and then began grinding her heel into Liz?s crotch. Lacey?s left foot was in the air, so all of her weight was on her right foot, and on Liz?s snatch, as she ground her heel and bounced up and down with all of her weight.
Cindy was livid. She was screaming that Lacey, and all the Griffins, were just dirty fighters and cheaters.
Lacey told her to ?Blow it out your ass, grandma!? as she continued to grind her heel into Liz?s cunt while Lois told her to ?Shut the fuck up! You?re just mad because Lacey did it first, and did it better, than your trampy little cunt Liz could.?
I suppose there was some truth to that, but it wasn?t easy watching your little girl being torn to shreds. And keep in mind that it had been less than a minute since the bell rang to begin this match.
Lacey finally stopped and grabbed Liz by her bushy curls and began to drag her up to her feet. Halfway up Liz did her best and began to struggle, but Lacey put a stop to that when she blasted Liz in the face with a right uppercut that knocked Liz upright and sent her flying into the ropes. All that training with the ropes was for nothing because Liz?s eyes were glazed over as she was knocked into the ropes. Her arms hung down, her legs seemed rubbery and she probably would have been laid out flat, or even knocked clear out of the ring if the ropes had not been there to catch her. She was flung right back into the ring and Lacey stopped her cold with a knee to the belly, doubling Liz in two.
Lacey, still facing Liz, put her in a front headlock under her left arm and reached out with her right hand to grab Liz?s bikini bottoms and pulled them deep into the crack of her ass. Liz?s soft, round ass was hanging out, practically on full display now, but the super-wedgie was the least of her problems because Lacey was just using the bottoms as leverage as she leaned backwards and dropped to the mat. Pulling on Liz?s bikini wasn?t just for a wedgie; it was to pull Liz into the air as Lacey fell backwards and drove Liz headfirst into the mat. Lacey quickly got back up but Liz did not and remained flat on her face, moaning.
Cindy was screaming that she wanted a piece of Lacey and Lois shot back that Cindy should pick on someone her own size, and added that Lacey was too much woman for her anyway.
?That?ll be the day when one of your slimy kids could ever beat me!? Cindy snapped. ?I?m going to chew her up and spit her out as a warm up before I tear into your slutty ass! I will destroy both of your whore daughters before I turn you into fresh meat for the cat!?
?What?s the matter, Granny?? Lacey laughed. ?You don?t like it when I do this?? She stomped down hard on Liz?s lower back. ?How about this?? as she kicked Liz in the ribs and knocked her over onto her back. She dragged Liz up to her knees. Liz was moaning and groaning and her eyes were half shut. ?What about this?? she laughed as she used Liz?s hair to pull her head up and delivered a chop to the base of her neck. ?This?? she punched Liz in the face.
?You filthy little cunt!? Cindy screamed, ?I am going to kill you!? We had to restrain Cindy from climbing into the ring. I couldn?t help but notice how the security people were hanging around our corner.
Lois and Cindy were in another shouting match, with Cindy calling Lois a cheap whore and Lois countering that Cindy was jealous of her, and her kids, because ?the only ones in the neighborhood who get a hard-on looking at you are the stray dogs!? Cindy was screaming that she was personally going to take care of Cory, Lacey, and most of all Lois.
?Why don?t you put your money where your mouth is, Thunder Butt?? Lois laughed. ?You versus Me! All or nothing! No matter what happens until then, no matter how bad your asshole family gets beat, everything comes down to us. If you can beat me then you win. Hell, if you can beat any of my kids then you win! But, if you lose, then your family loses and we win.?
?You got it cuntface! I am personally going to see t it that you and all the little sluts in your family pay for this!?
?Oh really? Sure of that, are you? Care to make a little side bet??
?Name it!?
?No matter what happens with anyone else, if you beat me I will be your bitch for a whole month. But if I win, then your ass is mine!?
?Oh, I can?t wait. You?re on!?

Lacey was looking back and forth between Lois and Cindy, with a rather shocked look on her face, as if she could not believe what she was hearing.
?HEY!? she snapped, looking totally pissed off now, even more than before. ?I?m kinda busy here. Do you mind?? And I thought I heard, muttered under her breath, ?Fucking old bags!?
Lacey, it seems, was as exasperated with her own mother as she was with Cindy.
But unfortunately it was Liz who was going to pay the price.
She dragged Liz up by the hair and put her in a headlock under her left arm, dragging her over towards our corner.
?You want to interrupt my match?? she spit at Cindy. ?You like apples? How do you like these apples?? she sneered and punched Liz in the face, once, twice and then again. ?You?ll like it even less when I turn your saggy old ass into applesauce!?
Lacey had Liz in a side headlock, and Liz, at first, had struggled to get free, but her arms were hanging down now and she was slack and out of it. I doubt she was even aware of it as Lacey released her, yanking Liz upright by the hair as she spun around so that they faced one another. Liz was bleary eyed and slack jawed, not to mention weak in the knees as Lacey grabbed her by the ears and held her at arms length and spit right in her face.
?Fucking cuntfaced whore! I trusted you!? Lacey sneered as the gob of goo dripped down Liz?s battered, bleary eyed face.
Lacey followed that with a solid right to the jaw that sent Liz crashing face down to the mat. Cindy and I could not believe this was happening. We were still only a couple of minutes into the match and Liz was bruised, bloodied and out of it. She was trying, we could see, attempting to push herself up and rise. But all the blows she had suffered to the face, neck and head left her weak and dizzy and Liz could not get her upper body off the mat. She did manage to get her knees under her, but that only served to push her soft round ass into the air and she wound up crawling on her belly, trying to reach the ropes on the other side of the ring, trying to get a moment to catch her breath and clear her head, we assumed. She certainly wasn?t trying to run away!
She didn?t get very far anyway. Lacey stormed after her, stomping down hard on the small of her back and sending Liz flat on her face again. She dragged our girl up by the hair and promptly smashed her face down into the turnbuckle in the next corner.
Lacey dragged Liz up by the hair and kicked her ass across the ring. Liz was punched, kicked and tossed all around the ring, pulled up and around by the hair. Lacey was landing slaps to the face and chest and if Liz began to struggle Lacey would simply haul off and punch her in the face, or the belly, or land a really low blow to take the fight out of our girl. Liz was smacked all over that ring until at last she was hauled up by the hair yet again and a forearm smash sent her staggering back into the corner opposite us, barely able to stand. Not only was our Liz slumped in a corner, it was the Griffin Family Corner!
Lois was saying something to Lacey that we could not hear and Lacey looked down at her and snapped, ?Hey, I know what I?m doing!?
There certainly was some tension over on their side. It was the second tome Lacey had snapped at her mother during this match and I had noticed Cory giving her mother a few looks while she shouted out things as Cory beat the crap out of Becky. There seemed to be some dissention over in the Griffin corner and I wondered if we could use that to our advantage, or whether it was too late? Living next door to the Griffins meant that nobody had a better view of Griffin peculiarities than we did. For more than 20 years Lois has been running next door whenever she had a fight with Phillip, and pouring her heart out, usually a little tipsy, and didn?t seem to care whether Cindy was there or not. Did the griffin girls know what a sexual animal their mother was? Probably, she was really quite a loud moaner. Did they know that smacking her on the ass would bring an earth shaking orgasm to their mommy? Did they know about the other family, the one Lois had walked out on to marry Phillip? Did the kids know that they were all accidents, and not the gifts from heaven she proclaims them to be? Have they ever heard the stories of the pool boy, or the gardener? It was all a big laugh when someone pointed out at a group picnic that Cory had my mother?s hair, or that Lacey ad my eyes, and it was all laughed off, and there was a rumor that Phillip shot blanks and that Lois had been pregnant when she married him. On the other hand I know that Lois pretty much despised the kids from that first marriage, and the husband was pretty much a moron, and on the rare occasions she did see the oldest child, a daughter, Lois was always fairly nasty to her, so I can?t imagine her bringing one of them into this new life. But, on the other hand, I could not divulge some of Lois? dirty little secrets without spilling some of my own and considering how things were going for my family at the moment I realized it was not the time or the place for that. But I did see the anger of Lacey?s face and the fire in her eyes when she snapped at her mother.
?Hey, I know what I?m doing!? I know what I have to do, but this is my time. This is my fun time,? Lacey said, regaining her composure. ?Isn?t it Liz?? she added with a laugh and buried her right fist deep into a helpless Liz?s belly. ?It?s time for some girl talk!?
Liz was already a mess, bleeding from her mouth and her nose, and from the several cuts on her face that Lacey?s rings had opened up. Liz was covered in sweat and grime and was pretty much as limp as a rag doll as Lacey held her up by the hair with her left hand and placed Liz?s left arm over the top rope. Liz had her back to the corner and one arm draped over the top rope and Lacey patted our girl?s soft, round tummy before she planted her fist into it. Yanking Liz back up by the hair, she could only half double over because of her arm being over the rope, and Lacey switched hands, using her right hand to yank on Liz?s sweaty blonde curls as she forced Liz?s other arm over the rope on the other side of the ring with her left. Liz was moaning and out of it as Lacey admired her handiwork, looking at our girl as she hung in her family?s corner.
Lacey moved in close, taking a big handful of Liz?s sweaty mop of curls in her right hand.
?Aw, poor Lizzy, you don?t look so hot now, do you?? Lacey asked our girl in a mocking tone. Liz did not answer. She could not. She was a rag doll now. Liz?s mouth was hanging open and her eyes were bleary, half shut and glazed over. Hell, her eyes were rolling back into her head. If Lacey had unhooked her arms and stepped back I have no doubt that Liz would have fell flat on her face.
Liz did not answer her former best friend, but she did not have to because Lacey used her hair to shake Liz?s head from side to side, as if Liz were answering ?no?.
?No, you don?t look good at all, do you?? she shook Liz?s head again to indicate no. ?In fact, you look like shit, don?t you?? This time she forced Liz?s head to bob up and down as if she were saying ?yes?.
?Why is that Lizzy? Is it because you are nothing but a worthless piece of shit?? Again she forced Liz to nod ?yes? ?Do you know what the boys call you?? Liz ?nodded? no. ?They call you ?Jizzy Lizzy? because you are such a cocksucking little whore. You are a cocksucking little whore aren?t you?? Again she forced Liz to nod yes.
It went on for several minutes, with Lacey taunting poor Liz, who was so weak and out of it she could not resist as Lacey forced her to nod that yes, she was a cocksucker and a whore, that she was a backstabbing slut, a worthless piece of shit, ?like all the Bradys are? and more. It was humiliating to Liz, or it would have been if she had any idea what the hell was going on at the moment, but she was too out of it to comprehend anything.
Lacey finally did stop taunting and mocking Liz and reached out for the strings of her pink bikini top.
?You have no idea how hard it was for me to hold back last week and not rip you to pieces, ? Lacey sneered, tugging on the strings of Liz?s bikini top. ?You have no idea how long I have waited for this. How long we have been trying to get you assholes in here. But you Bradys are just too stupid to take a hint,? she sneered as she tugged and pulled and pulled the bikini top right off of Liz and tossed in over her shoulder in the middle of the ring, letting Liz?s soft breasts flop free.
When Lacey had draped Liz?s arms in the corner I had thought it was going to be a repeat of what had happened to Doug, but when she stripped Liz of her top I thought it was going to be more like what Becky had suffered through. I was wrong. It was going to be a little of both, and much, much worse.
Lacey reached out and began to rip her claws, which seemed particularly sharp, across Liz?s soft 34Cs. Liz screamed as Lacey proceeded to scratch, slap, pinch, punch, twist, pull and generally just maul the shit our of Liz?s soft tits. The sudden and intense pain brought Liz out of her stupor, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
But having her tits ripped to shreds was not the worst part. The worst part was that as Lacey tore into her tits she also rammed her right knee straight up between Liz?s legs. After the first blow Liz screamed and went weak in the knees, and her knees knocked and she slumped down. Lois remarked that this was the first time Liz?s knees had met since she hit puberty. Lacey released her tits for the moment, and punished Liz with a few hard rights to the face and tits before she bent down and lifted Liz?s legs up, one at a time, and forced them between the middle and bottom ropes, so that Liz?s feet were on the ring apron, and the ropes effectively kept our girl?s legs spread wide.
?I can?t believe I was friends with you, you dirty whore. Well now I am going to bust your sloppy cunt so bad you will never mess with another woman?s man ever again!?
And then, to accent her words, and our little girl?s helpless and exposed position, Lacey slammed a right uppercut between Liz?s legs before she went back to tearing at her tits. The bottom ropes basically kept Liz?s legs spread wide and Lacey was free to slam her knee up over and over again. Liz screamed at the top of her lungs, at first, but the pain was so incredibly overwhelming that she went limp, hanging by her arms, as Lacey continually brought her right knee up, over and over and over again. Occasionally she would switch knees and use her left one, or throw a few uppercuts between Liz?s legs, but the pussy pounding was constant, and I am sure to Liz it seemed unending. Although, after a time, I wonder if Liz was even aware of what was happening. She was hanging by her arms and she no longer screamed but grunted and groaned, even though she seemed to be barely conscious.
And it wasn?t even just that Lacey was bringing her knee up over and over again, she was bringing it up as hard as she could. Liz?s entire body shook with each impact, her tits jiggled, her head bobbed up and down only to fall back, slumped on her chest as she hung from the ropes. I don?t even know how ling this went on. It was a long time with several dozen shots from each knee. Lacey may have done it fifty times or a hundred. Maybe even more, who knows? Cindy and I could only watch in horror as Lacey followed through on her threat to bust Liz?s cunt. I never dreamed it would go on this long and Cindy just stared and gasped ?Oh my God!? over and over. It had to be at least one hundred blows, maybe two hundred, maybe even more. And while her knees slammed upwards like a piston between Liz?s legs Lacey gleefully clawed and mauled her tits and punched her in the tits, belly and face. Liz?s arms were hanging over the top ropes, her elbows hooked over them, and that was the only thing keeping her up at this point. But it was the constant barrage of low blows that left Liz limp, weak and helpless.
But finally Lacey stopped. Or, I should say, she stopped slamming her knees up. Lacey reached out to Liz?s hips and slowly began tugging her bikini bottoms down her hips. Cindy and I were screaming foul, that this was cheating and Melinda snapped at us that we knew the rules, and that when a fighter is in control they can do whatever they wish. Melinda made a point of mocking Cindy, at this point, since my wife had asked her so many times if the winner could do what they wanted.
Lacey laughed as she pulled Liz?s bottoms down to her knees. ?Shut the fuck up, you old bag. It?s not like everyone hasn?t seen the little slut?s coochie before. Isn?t that right Jizzy?? She grabbed Liz?s head and made her nod yes.
It was all I could do to hold Cindy back. I am not sure what was pissing her off more, watching Liz being pummeled, seeing her stripped, or being called ?grandma? and ?Old lady?? She was screaming that she wanted to take on Lacey here and now and fuck the rules but Melinda told her that she would have her chance, but first she said that this fight would continue, without interference, until a submission was offered and accepted.
Liz is one of those girls who, if she did not pluck her brows every week, would look like she had two hairy brown caterpillars over her eyes, and she would be even hairier down below if she did not trim her bush. She would over flow any bikini like is she didn?t use a razor, and she is also not a natural blonde, which a close examination of her brown eye brows could tell you. Liz is also a girl who does not like a lot of hair down there, and as Lacey tugged her bikini bottoms down she revealed a neatly trimmed landing strip of dark brown curls.
Once she pulled Liz?s bottoms down to her knees she pushed her hand between Liz?s legs. Liz was limp, hanging by her elbows hooked over the top ropes, her head slumped down on her chest, and her legs had long ago given way and could not support her weight. Liz was limp, helpless and out of it and the brutal onslaught of low blows, and the accompanying pain, had been so overwhelming that she had not screamed in quite some time. She had been reduced to involuntary grunts with each impact.
Until now.
Until Lacey pushed her hand between Liz?s legs. At first I thought she was going to finger our little girl, but Liz was suddenly brought back to life, so to speak, and began screaming as a new pain, and a new kind of pain, took over. Lacey was not trying to stick her fingers inside of Liz, but instead was scraping her claws over the now bruised, swollen and tender flesh of her cunt lips.
I should mention that I learned this day that a woman who wins a fight has a ?pussy?, but the woman who loses has a ?cunt?. And there was little doubt right now about who that was going to be. Cindy and I had sent our little girl in there to do battle and redeem our family?s name and honor, but the cheering had long since stopped and we could only watch in horror as Liz?s cunt was brutalized beyond description.
Lacey showed our girl as little mercy as she scratched, clawed and tore at her cunt lips as she had when she brutalized it with her knees. And while this new pain, which Liz had never experienced before, may have brought our girl out of her stupor, it did nothing to return her strength, or her resolve to fight. All it did was to bring Liz to new heights, or depths, of agony. Her head thrashed about, her hands flopped around but that was about all Liz could do. That, and to scream at the top of her lungs. Lacey was laughing in her face, ?I thought you liked having your cunt played with?? she sneered as she ripped her sharp talons back and forth across Liz?s cunt. Lois laughed that ?I heard the little slut liked to spread her legs and let all the little boys play with her.? They were clear on the other sides of the ring, and Lacey sort of blocked our view, but the constant pounding her pussy had already taken had to have left Liz feeling quite tender down there, and it is a sensitive and vulnerable area to begin with, and this was especially cruel. I have seen some cat scratching brawls in my time, but nothing of this savagery, and not without a little scratching back. But all Liz could do was hang there and suffer, and scream for mercy.
Lacey spent a few minutes just ripping her claws across Liz?s lips but then seemed to pause. I could not see what she was doing, but soon Lacey laughed, ?Oh, is this your little clitty?? and I don?t know what she was doing, whether Lacey was rubbing it, pinching it, scratching it or worse, but a moment later Liz threw her head back and shrieked at the top of her lungs, her entire body paralyzed with pain before she went totally limp.
Liz hung by her elbows, her body completely slack, not unconscious, but softly sobbing and whimpering as Lacey stopped at last. Lacey reached out and grabbed Liz by the hair with her right hand and dragged her off the ropes and out of the corner and Liz promptly fell flat on her face. Her legs were still tangled in the bottom ropes, but the fact is she had been so brutally beaten down there that she could not walk. Not that it mattered to Lacey, who wrapped her left hand in Liz?s hair and forced our girl to her hands and knees and forced her to crawl around.
She led Liz over to the ropes on the other side of the ring and knelt down beside her. This time we could see, and this time Lacey was trying to finger her, pushing two, or maybe even three fingers inside of Liz?s red and swollen cunt. But she was not going to rub and finger Liz?s cunt. Instead she was now doing to the inside what she had already done to the outside, ripping her cunt to shreds. I could see Lacey?s forearm flexing as she scraped, scratched and clawed at the tender inner walls of Liz?s cunt. And as she mauled Liz?s cunt she forced her to crawl over to the ropes. Lacey stopped scratching, but her fingers remained inside of Liz.
?Oh look, someone is here to see you,? Lacey laughed.
From out of their corner walked a young man. It was Kyle, the guy that had first caused the rift in their friendship. Now I admit that when Liz first slept with him it was out of spite, and even the last time began that way. But Liz had fallen for him hard, and now she more than had the hots for him, she was in love.
?Kyle baby, look what she is doing!? Liz sobbed. ?Make her stop, Sweetie! Help me!? My God, Liz sounded so pathetic!
Kyle walked right up to the edge of the ring and spit right in Liz?s face.
?Baby!? Liz cried.
?You fucking whore!? she sneered and there was contempt and disgust in his voice. ?I can?t believe you made me sleep with this fucking cunt,? he said to Lacey. And then he added, to Liz this time, ?I had to keep from puking every time I looked at you!? and punctuated his words by hawking another huge gob of spit in Liz?s face.
This may have hurt Liz even more than any of Lacey?s attacks, hearing the boy she had fallen in love with saying these things.
Lacey yanked back on Liz?s hair and leaned down to talk into her ear. She still had her other hand stuck up between her legs from behind and she was scraping a nail across Liz?s cunt lining.
?Is it finally sinking into that thick skull of yours?? Lacey laughed. ?You didn?t seduce Kyle. I sent him over there to seduce you! And it was all just so I could get your skanky ass in here. We?ve been trying for a long time to get you Bradys in here but you are all too stupid to take a hint so I had to take matters into my own hands. And now your ass is mine!?
Liz was openly crying like a baby now, more from the broken heart than the pain, although she would soon be crying over that too. Lacey stood up and forced Liz to crawl around the ring on her hands and knees, pulling her hair with one hand and scratching her cunt with the other. She led her around and around the ring until finally she pulled her fingers out, and wiped them in Liz?s hair, before she pulled our girl up by that hair and as Liz, knock kneed, tried to clutch her cunt, Lacey slid around behind her and grabbed Liz in a bear hug around the waist. Liz?s bikini bottoms had been sliding down her legs and now hung around one ankle. But this seemed a silly move, considering the way she had pulverized Liz?s face, tits and cunt.
It seemed that way at first.
But then Lacey reared back and hoisted Liz into the air. Her arms were just under Liz?s tits and Liz?s arms flailed wildly and her legs kicked as Lacey reared back and lifted Liz into the air, and then brought her back down as she dropped to one knee, and slammed Liz down onto her bent knee. Liz could barely scream. She clutched herself and fell over onto the mat. Lacey rose and grabbed Liz by the ankles, hoisted her legs into the air, spread wide, and proceeded to stomp her belly, tits and her pussy, over and over again.
Lacey dropped her legs to the mat and used Liz?s hair to drag her up to her feet and slipped behind her again, this time trapping Liz in a full nelson and she proceeded to parade her around the ring, showing off her battered body to the cheering crowd. Liz?s arms were trapped helplessly above her head, not that that mattered she hadn?t thrown a punch, kick or slap during the whole fight, and as Lacey paraded her around the ring, with each step, Lacey rammed her knee up between Liz?s legs from behind. Liz?s legs were like jelly and she could barely walk.
Liz let out a grunt with each new impact as Lacey walked her around the ring several times, making sure she showed her off to every side of the ring. She finally forced her over into our corner where we had to hear our little girl cry out, ?Mommy! Daddy!? to which Lacey responded, ?What are you crying about, whore? At least now your sloppy cunt might actually feel something when you stick it inside!?
To prove her point Lacey switched her grip from a full nelson and wrapped her left arm around Liz?s neck. It wasn?t really a choke, but served to keep Liz upright as she shoved her right hand between her legs from behind and tried to wiggle a finger up Liz?s box. In this position we could see just how badly she had fucked Liz up. Liz?s face was bruised, battered and bloody but it looked better than her tits did, because they were bruised, battered and covered with bruises, scratches and welts. Her tits were badly mauled, and it would be a long time before either Becky or Liz wore a bra, and looking up I could see that it would be even longer before Liz wiggled into one of her lacy thongs. From where we were we could see right up Liz?s snatch, and even though I have been married to Cindy for 20 plus years in that time I have seen more than my share of pussy, but I have never seen one mangled like Liz?s was. It was incredibly swollen, as was the entire area between her thighs. There was no ?pink? to be seen, as the entire area, and the entire area, but particularly the apex of the Vee of her crotch, had been turned a deep dark purple, almost black, with the horrible bruising. The innermost and uppermost thighs area was puffy and swollen. And, never having seen this part of Liz before I wasn?t sure what to expect: whether she would have thick, pouty lips, or have a smoother look to them. I can?t say for sure what kind of cunt lips Liz owned because I couldn?t see any! The area was so darkly bruised, and so badly swollen that I could not even see a slit, just a crease where the two swollen areas of flesh met! Lacey had used the phrase ?cuntbusting? and she was not kidding about that! I have seen people get their teeth knocked out and their facial lips swell to two or three times their normal size, but that was nothing compared to Liz?s :busted lips? down there.
Lacey had wrapped her left arm around Liz?s neck and shoved her right hand between her legs from behind and was pushing a finger up Liz?s cunt from behind. Lacey was trying to do that, but seemed to be having trouble even finding the slit, and when she did Liz screamed and squealed in pain as she had to force the finger between the swollen lips. She forced one, sharply nailed finger inside of Liz, and had trouble doing that, despite the fact that such a short time ago she had three fingers up there, scratching at the inner walls.
?Nope,? Lacey laughed, forcing her finger deeper inside of Liz, ?Still too loose. Damn, you are such a fucking whore Liz, your sloppy cunt is still not tight! I guess I?ll have to cuntbust you some more!?
?Nooooooo?? Liz screamed but Lacey spun her around and delivered a head butt right between the eyes and as Liz began to waver Lacey kicked her in the cunt, dropping Liz to the mat.
Liz fell to her knees, her face flat on the mat and her hands pressed between her legs. Her naked ass was sticking up in the air and was aimed at Doug, still out cold in the corner. Not that Doug was looking up his sister?s ass, he was still out of it, moaning, but with his eyes rolled back into his head.
Seeing Doug and Liz in this position Lacey looked down and laughed, ?Oh, I almost forgot about the stink face. I forgot how you Brady bitches like to sniff butt!?
We were afraid she was going to force Liz to perform a stink face on her unconscious brother, as Becky had been forced to perform, but Lacey had other ideas. She dragged a groggy Liz up by the hair and led her out of the corner, bent at the waist, and led her right over to Becky, who was still out cold and still draped over the ropes, with her hands and feet bound to the bottom rope and her big ass sticking up in the air. Her bikini bottoms were still soaking wet from when she pissed herself and Lacey leaned down and pretended to sniff.
?Yuck! That is really nasty! Right up your alley, huh Jizzy?? Lacey laughed as she shoved Liz?s battered face right up Becky?s butt.
We couldn?t believe this. She pushed Liz?s face deep into that big, fat ass and rubbed it up and down, telling Liz to ?get a good whiff of your asshole buddy!? She rubbed Liz?s face up and down that sweaty, smelly and ripe ass crack before pushing her face deep into Becky?s ass. Liz squirmed a little, arms flailing, but she was already weak and it didn?t take long for her to go limp.
Lacey yanked her upright and spun Liz around and slammed a left cross-right cross combination of punches to her face and I swear Liz was out cold before she hit the mat. Lacey did not stop there and stomped down hard between Liz?s legs, ground her heel in, stomped again, and then leapt on top of Liz, slamming her ass down into Liz?s belly as she snapped her face back and forth with punches from both fists.
Liz was laid out, spread eagle and out cold as Lacey punched the living shit out of her face and then spun around, planting her round, sexy ass right on Liz?s face and bringing her hands together over her head. She laced her fingers together, locked her hands, and then brought them crashing down like a sledgehammer, right into Liz?s already busted cunt.
Lacey had already landed at least a dozen blows by the time Cindy and I were crying ?foul? and as Melinda turned to go and stop the carnage, since Liz was out cold, Cindy leapt up onto the ring apron before I could stop her. She was screaming obscenities at Lacey for what she was doing, and at Lois, and at Melinda for letting it continue. I tried to join her up there but security was already grabbing at me as Cindy challenged Lacey to fight her instead of an unconscious Liz.
?I challenge you here and now you little cunt! Just try that on me!? Cindy screamed. ?I can challenge her, can?t I?? she asked Melinda.
Melinda, who had been heading over to Lacey, had stopped when Cindy jumped up on the ring apron and rolled her eyes in exasperation. ?I have told you before, Cindy. Any member of this club can challenge any other member at any time and the challenge must be accepted.?
?Good. I want to fight her right now. Can I fight her right now? I want her now. I mean NOW!? Cindy screamed.
Melinda was rolling her eyes and looking quite frustrated and waved her hand dismissively towards my wife, who began to climb into the ring.
And while this exchange was going on Lacey was continuing to hammer at Liz?s cunt. If Cindy had not climbed up on the apron and stopped her Melinda would have gotten to Lacey long ago. As it was instead of one dozen hammers to the cunt she must have delivered four or five dozen! Melinda dragged Lacey off of Liz, although as she was pulled off Lacey still managed one final stomp to the pussy. Melinda lifted Liz?s arm up and dropped it to the mat and it fell like a lead weight.
?Three fights,? Melinda said, standing straight, ?three knockouts, and no decisions!? she announced.
And as she was saying this Cindy was spreading the top and middle ropes and entering the ring.
All hell was about to break loose!

to be continued...

**MikeJV** · August 21st, 2008, 12:40 AM

AWESOME, uh, wow.... Liz was definitely, fully busted, np doubt about it. I LOVED IT!!!!

I had a feeling from pt 1 that the griffens were experienced fighters in that club, but it looks like the brady's just weren't listening to lacey. Dumb dmb, dumb, dumb.... On the up side, the moms are about to fight, WOOT!

MikeJV