Hooters Cage Match (mixed prostyle)

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My second punishment match was against the senior members of Team Hooters, Misty and Sky. Both were blonde, D cups; Misty was 21 while Sky was 23. However since they had a rematch against the women's tag team champs scheduled next week, my handicap match turned into a cage fight at the last minute. They said it was to prevent any interference from their opponents next week--god forbid I win my match by DQ.
Because The League is a numbers game. Like baseball or sports booking; numbers I never understood but a win in a handicap against two girls going into a tag title match would be like winning the lottery; my score would fly up.
Misty has a great figure, 5'7" with curly hair. Sky was 5'10" had straight blonde to her shoulders and was fucking gorgeous, like some Russian model; just breath taking.
They both wore the Hooters uniforms. White sneakers with short white ankle socks. Tan hose going up both of their toned ass legs ending with their orange short shorts. They wore the form fitting white Hooters uniform shirt that exposed their midriff. I think the shirts were made of lycra or something, like under armor; since it didn't ride up when they wrestled.
The crowd went wild when they came out; waving, smiling, and even blowing kisses at the crowd. I was waiting in the ring, wearing yellow speedos--it's part of a jobber color code The League uses.
When the girls walked up the steps and into the cage, they were both giggling, pointing at me and talking to each other--but I couldn't hear what they were saying over the crowd and their party music entrance theme. They briefly talk and Misty steps out onto the apron as Sky sized me up like a poodle facing off against a pitt bull. We locked up collar and elbow, I was surprised how strong she was; she was fit but not like some body builder. From the lockup she twists my arm into a standing armbar, putting pressure on my shoulder. Before I could react enough she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me close. She gracefully crossed her ankle around mine and rocked us backwards in a Russian leg sweep. The back of my head smacked against the mat so hard I saw stars for a couple seconds. I was still stunned when Sky drug me close to her corner and I heard the slap of their hands tagging. Sky held my arms out above my head as Misty dove off the top turnbuckle. Soon as she connected, Sky left the ring before the ref finished counting to five. Since this still a normal match the standard prostyle rules still applied, which meant only five seconds to double team or keep a submission hold on after the ref tells ya to break it.
Luckily as the ref bent down to count I was close enough to grab the bottom rope since Sky had drug me into their corner. Misty pulled me up with a handful of hair and slapped on and armbar for good measure. She whipped me into the ropes, the back of my head smacked against the cage and staggered me as I bounced off the ropes and felt the crunch of Misty's shoes as she delivered a high flipping dropkick right to my face.

I lie on the mat groaning from having my brain play pinball in my head. I heard they slap, tagging and the ref began counting as I was lifted to my feet like I was a child. Each girl hooked one of my arms behind their necks and I felt my weightlessness as I was flipped over in a double suplex but I slammed directly into the steel cage. It rattled against my weight hitting it as I fell to the mat in a flip, my mouth open in a silent scream as it felt like I had been dropped from a building.
Misty left the ring and Sky tried to pin me but since I was still practically tied up in the ropes from when I crashed to the mat that my leg was inadvertently resting on the bottom rope.
Trust me if I could've let this match be over, I would've but it was pinfall only. Sky picked me up, with a handful of hair, and flipped me over her shoulder with a snapmare. She kept me in a sitting position with a fistful of my hair as she took a couple steps back to bounce off the ropes and hit me with a dropkick right into the back of my head.
I thought I was out till I heard they slap hands again. Misty picked me up, for a powerbomb as Sky did a diving bodysplash off the second turnbuckle. It looked like a Lou Thesz presse, smacking so my face was buried between her boobs. She pinned my wrists to the mat as the red counted to three. I found out much later this was their finisher, the blonde boob bomb. The only thing I could think to say was, "I ain't even mad.". It wasn't the worst position to be in to lose the match but I was knocked out and had to have the ring attendant help me into the locker room cuz my back and head were killing me.
Hopefully this punishment period doesn't go on for much longer but at least they were giving me easy opponents; it could be worse...