The Tysons, Chapter 11
by Elliebi@aol.com
The return of Vicki and Carla



	Donna had the plans for the tournament all set.  Word had 
gotten out that something big was going to happen at the Tyson's home 
and several people were asking about the rumors.  Vicki and Carla had 
seen Teri and at school and asked about some fight tournament rumors.
	"Teri, anything to the word out about some sort of a fight 
contest at your house coming up?" asked Carla.  She had wanted to 
return to the scene of her brutal bating and avenge the loss.  
	"Yes there is, but we can't take anymore people because 
everything is all set," answered Teri.  "Besides, you'd just get the 
shit kicked out of you and cry all the way home."  The Tyson girl 
couldn't resist another shot at her former friend.
	"We got jumped by you two sluts," Carla retorted.  "If we had 
another chance with you and that crud mother of yours, we'd kick your 
asses all over the ring.  Vicki and I are ready for you and your old 
hag or that stupid brother of yours."
	Vicki had just joined in.  "We hear he loves to get his ass 
beat by a girl.  Well, we can do it with one hand," She teased.  "Big 
wrestler is a wimp.  Maybe we should visit him and see if he really 
knows anything about fighting."
	Teri was really pissed.  "You two just stay away.  Mom and I 
were easy on you last time and we even helped you after you said some 
rotten things about us.  But next time we'll just stomp your dirty 
asses."
	"Whoa, big talk from a little shit who has to run to mommy for 
protection," teased Carla, knowing it would sting and maybe get a 
foot in the door.  It worked because Teri told her that she'd see 
what if they could in the tournament, if they were so set on getting 
beat up again.

	At home she told Donna and Tommy what had happened and they 
both thought the two wild girls would be very good for the 
tournament.  But Donna had to go get her mother, Diana, and Teri was 
going to spend the night at Brenda's. Tommy was alone, but had made 
plans with Chris, a wrestling teammate to come over and maybe go out.
	Tommy and Chris were watching videos of previous Tyson matches 
when the doorbell rang.  It was Carla and Vicki and they wanted to 
know if they could come in.  Tommy got excited at seeing Vicki and 
asked her to come in.  They went to the garage to the ring area and 
sat in the sofas facing the ring.  He was already thinking of 
wrestling this beauty, the girl he'd wanted to screw for a long time.
	"Look, we hear there's going to be some sort of a wrestling 
contest here and we want to get in it.  We owe your mother and sister 
a lot for what they did to us," argued Carla.  "I think we should 
have been called to be part of this."
	Tommy really wanted Vicki, but defended his mother.  "I can't 
promise anything, but I'll ask.  We're all set at 16 fighters, which 
makes the math easy to get down to 2 finalists.  And don't forget you 
two haven't won in this house in a couple of tries.  You always get 
your asses kicked bad and may not be asked back if it continues.  But 
if you go along with me right now, I'll see about getting you two 
in."
	"Okay, what's the deal?  We'd like another chance to prove how 
good we are."  
	"I'd like to wrestle you right now.  Anything goes if you're up 
for it." Tommy was very cocksure of himself and Vicki was determined 
to wipe away that confidence and destroy him.  She'd show him and the 
others what she was made of.
	" You're on stud, but you better be good, not like we've heard 
lately." Vicki stood up, motioning to Tommy to enter the ring.  
"Let's see what happens. I'll only use wrestling moves and holds, I 
don't need to use the rough stuff."
	He looked at Chris who had a big grin and decided this girl 
will be fun.  Vicki was solid but only 5'4 and 138.  Carla was bigger 
at 5'6 and 152.  He'd beaten both before when he teamed with his 
mother.  They enjoyed pounding them into submission.  The only 
problem was, it took about five minutes and he didn't get to punish 
them as much as he wanted. He wanted Vicki, but she never had time 
for him and he hated her for it. Tommy and Vicki stripped down to 
briefs with Vicki wearing her bra.  Her short dark hair looked good 
cut high in back.  They agreed to one fall with a 20-minute time 
limit.  Chris gave the signal and they began. 
	As they met at center ring, Vicki faked going for his legs and 
kicked his chest when he bent to counter her move.  He fell back, but 
quickly straightened up and went after her.  Vicki waited until he 
reached for her and executed a perfect Indian leglock takedown.  She 
cinched one leg behind his left knee and pushed down hard on his 
right foot with her other leg. Tommy didn't know what hit him and he 
tried to crawl out, but Vicki held on tight.  He was able to move 
dragging her, but the circulation in his lower left leg was cut off 
and getting numb and the pain from his hyper-extended knee was 
excruciating.  He even thought maybe it would be damaged and he'd 
never wrestle again.  Not by some pint-sized girl!  As he slowly got 
to the ropes and pulled himself through and falling on the floor, 
making Vicki break the hold.  He tried to stand, but the leg was numb 
and he leaned against the apron for support.
	"How did you like that?" taunted Vicki.  "We learned that from 
some of the guys at the Y.  They think we're very good.  What do you 
think of that?"
	"I'll rip your fucking head off," shouted Tommy, boiling mad at 
this humiliation from this smaller girl.  Tommy thought that if Teri 
beat her, then he should have an easy time. He flexed his hurt leg 
and as the feeling came back, exercised it more, then climbed back 
into the ring. She moved real good, but he'll show her all about 
wrestling.
	They locked up and he quickly grabbed her hair and pulled her 
into a side headlock.  He pressured her head and twisted it, trying 
to weaken her and gain the advantage.  Vicki kept fighting the hold, 
but he held on and kept the pressure. Suddenly she lifted him high, 
the surprise move made him loosen the hold and she dropped him across 
an extended knee.  The backbreaker hurt like hell and he rolled off 
in pain, trying to rub his lower back.  Vicki rushed over and grabbed 
both legs, turning him onto his belly for a Boston crab.  He fought 
it, but she got it, leaning into the hold and pressuring his hurt 
back.	 
	"Hey, owwwwwwwwwww, Jesus, stop it!" cried Tommy. He was 
getting slowly beat up by this girl and had to do something about it.  
She was always the one whose ass was kicked by them.
	"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt? Now you'll see just who's ass 
will be kicked," answered Vicki.  "When your precious family sees 
you, they'll think twice about leaving us out. How do you like your 
back, broken or slightly cracked?"
	Tommy's breathing was strained and he could barely speak. 
"You'll get it, owwwwwwwww, oh god, owwwwwwwwww, I'll get, 
uuuggggggghhhhhhhh." He was losing strength fast and she was still 
untouched.
	"Goddamn, what a wimp! Can you believe this guy is an All-state 
wrestler?" sneered Vicki. "I'll let go so you can try again.  What do 
you think Carla?"
	"I think the boy's a pussy and couldn't win if both your hands 
were tied behind you." Carla disliked Tommy and Teri as stuck-ups 
although she had strong feelings for Donna.  They both laughed as 
Tommy stood and twisted his back trying to ease the pain.  They 
slowly locked up and this time Tommy grabbed her hair and kneed her 
pussy, driving a knee hard into her.  Vicki nearly crumpled from the 
explosive pain.  As she backed away Tommy grabbed a front headlock 
and turned it into a choke.
	"You asshole, ughhh, fuck you, ughh," gasped Vicki.  "I'm 
wrestling and you're, uugghh..."
	"Oh my, I guess you aren't doing too good right now are you?" 
Tommy teased as he kept choking her.  "See Chris, they aren't so 
tough.  Why don't you have some fun with tubby over there."
	"Who are you calling tubby, you worthless shit," screamed 
Carla.  "you want some of this Chris or are you going to wimp out as 
usual?"
	"Fuck you cunt," Chris replied and jumped Carla. "You'll hate 
yourself for getting into this."
	The two rolled around on the garage floor trying to get an 
advantage.  Meanwhile Tommy had the choke and kept pressuring it.  
Vicki was losing her strength and gagging, unable to get deep 
breaths.  Tommy was very smug and felt on top.  Vicki had other 
ideas.
	She suddenly grunted and managed to lift Tommy off the mat.  He 
was up enough to be surprised and loosened the hold.  Vicki rammed 
her head into his belly knocking him back and escaped.  Before he 
could prepare himself, Vicki drove a shoulder into his belly sending 
him into the ropes. She quickly pulled the middle rope over the top 
and trapped the boy.  Now things would be different.
	"Okay you shit, prepare for some real fighting," Vicki warned 
as she balled up her fists.  "I didn't want to cheat, but you do, so 
I'll show you how good I am."  She slammed a fist into Tommy's hard 
abs, forcing the air from his lungs.  He could barely breathe and she 
drove another in the same spot.  She was intent on making mush of his 
rippled abs.  The slim, yet rock-solid girl he'd dreamed of was 
beating the crap out of him and he couldn't defend himself.  Just as 
he got his breath, Vicki let loose with a left-right combination to 
his belly that had him gasping for air.
	Carla had managed to roll Chris into a grapevine pin, but his 
strength allowed him to slowly break it and push Carla off.  He got 
up and rammed his head into her belly, then picked her up in a 
fireman carry and fell backwards onto the mat.  The blow to Carla's 
head and neck nearly knocked her unconscious.  Chris got up just as 
Vicki pummeled Tommy with the left-right combo.  He was shocked at 
the sight of his friend being beaten like this.  But Vicki just 
smiled at Chris.
	"What do you think?" Vicki asked as she held Tommy's chin with 
one hand and aimed a fist at his mouth.  "Do you want to help your 
friend? Or maybe I'll do the same to you if you try."  While Vicki 
talked to Chris, Carla leaped from behind, wrapping her legs around 
his waist, clamping a forearm across his throat and pushing his head 
forward with her other arm.  She had a vicious chokehold and he 
couldn't break it.  He carried Carla all over the garage, but she 
held on and he soon became tired and unable to get big breaths.  
Chris was soon staggering around and Carla had him.  He was finally 
able to back into a turnbuckle causing to Carla release the choke.  
Her back was hurt, but not very much by being rammed against the 
turnbuckle.  
	Carla was ready before Chris and caught his head in a front 
headlock, turning it into a chicken wing suplex.  She was amazing as 
she lifted the wrestler over her shoulders and dumped his back on the 
mat.  Chris let out a grunt and just lay there.  She turned around 
and placed her solid thighs around his head, squeezing hard.  Chris 
slapped her legs, but to no avail.  She had him good.  But then Carla 
shifted the scissors into a figure-4 headscissors, slipping the right 
calf around Chris' throat.  This was her favorite and she slowly 
leaned back, tightening her legs. She tightened the choke until his 
tongue hung out.  He desperately clawed her arm trying to free 
himself, but he was too weak.  Finally he nearly passed out and lay 
on the floor, slight spasms jerking his body.  Carla had him down and 
stood with one foot on his chest. 
	"Gee Vicki, he doesn't look All-state to me.  More like all-
shit," Carla said as she nudged the defeated wrestler.  "Poor baby, 
want me to take you home to show mommy and daddy?"  Carla had a good 
laugh over Chris.
	Vicki had turned back to Tommy.  "You know stud, your family 
should see the results of this so-called match.  I guess I need to 
leave a calling card."  His eyes opened wide when she said this 
because she really meant it. Vicki casually walked around the trapped 
boy and before he saw it, slammed a right into his jaw.  His head 
snapped to the right and sweat flew from his frightened face.  The 
blow bruised his left cheek, but she followed with a left that rocked 
his head to the left.  His head hung to his chest after the second 
punch.  A badly bruised face should show her handiwork, but Vicki 
decided that was not enough.
	She released his trapped arms and pulled him up by the hair.  A 
quick hair toss across the ring kept him off balance.  She walked to 
him and repeated the hair mare.  Two more hair tosses across the ring 
and Tommy was wobbly when she allowed him to stand.  Vicki grabbed 
and arm and threw him into a corner, his back smashing into the 
turnbuckle.  Tommy moaned in pain and could only sag against the 
corner.  Vicki grabbed him again and threw him across the ring into 
the opposite turnbuckle.  His tortured back was killing him.  He 
couldn't move and offered an easy target for Vicki.
	For her finish, Vicki pinned Tommy against the corner and 
placed each leg outside the ropes.  She then held on to the ropes and 
repeatedly rammed a shoulder into his belly, each one slowly 
weakening Tommy to the point of tears.  His body was so weak that he 
was held up by Vicki's hand on his chin. She held him up and 
completed the massacre by driving her left fist into his belly five 
times, hitting the same spot to drive home the pain from this 
beating.  He was gasping for air when she suddenly drove a knee into 
the same spot.  He was breathless and totally helpless.  With one 
violent kneelift into his balls, she let Tommy crumple to the mat, 
sobbing from the burning pain, unable to move.
	Vicki was very satisfied with her work.  "I think his messed up 
face and bruised body should tell his family that we were here.  But 
there is one more thing."  Vicki removed her briefs and lifted 
Tommy's head, placing it against the middle turnbuckle.  She placed 
her legs through the ropes sitting her thighs on the middle ropes and 
while hanging onto the top ropes, she began riding his face, mashing 
her pussy against his trapped face.  Vicki rocked her cunt against 
his face as hard and fast as she could.  Tommy just sat there 
powerless to defend himself while she mashed his face with her cunt.  
With one last huge orgasm, Vicki jerked and thrust her body at his 
face until she was spent.  "God that was great," she panted.  "I 
wanted to do that from the first time I had him tonight.  Come on, 
let's go pick up some real men." 
	Tommy sat in the corner, head hanging down, his face covered 
with Vicki's cream and blood running from his nose and a split lip.  
He had been thoroughly beaten tonight and had barely been able to 
strike back.  What would his family say?