MIXED WRESTLING VENTURE Part 2 by AmazonFan - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by a Legend in this field, AmazonFan, whose other stories you can read on our own Amy's Conquest site! For the Full Story of "Mixed Wrestling Venture (Part 2)", please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), OR purchase it on its own on our AC site. Thanks all, and as always, hope you Enjoy! *** ********** Video Three Judy called me about three weeks after the video with Chet. "Have you recovered," she teased. "Yeah." "And what did you think of that first check we handed you?" "More than I anticipated," I admitted. "The money's still rolling in and now we're getting our first income from the Chet session. Sorry, but you're not getting your usual share because of the number of participants. But it'll still add up." "I could have anticipated that," I confessed, "But as long as the money keeps coming in like this, I won't bitch about it." "Not that you have a choice," she laughed, "but we still want to be fair to you since you're becoming a star. Ready for your next match?" "Yeah. What's it this time?" "Meet us at Star Gym at 10:30 tomorrow night." Star Gym is a women's only gym. From their website it looked like part gym, part boxing and martial arts training facility. Nancy met me at the door, let me in, and locked the door behind me. "Private session tonight," she smiled. "Follow me." She led me to a large open space that had what looked like an undersized boxing ring in the middle. It appeared that Nancy had already set up lights and microphones. There was one stationary camera in place and I spotted two handheld cameras on the edge of the ring. There was also a pair of sheer black lace panties. "We figured that Chet probably stretched your bikini out when he stripped you," Nancy grinned. "Besides, we thought these were way cuter. Put them on." "Is there a changing room?" I inquired. "We know what you look like without clothes on. Just change here on the side of the ring. I'll be right back." The lace panties were smaller and tighter than the bikini bottom and so sheer that anyone could easily see my private parts underneath. I had just finished adjusting them when Nancy and Judy came in, accompanied by a third girl. "Hi, Wilbur," Judy called. She pointed to the panties. "Oh, those are adorable. They fit even better than I thought." Both Judy and Nancy were wearing short robes. The girl was wearing sweats. "Let me introduce you to Tracy," Judy offered. "She's going to be helping us tonight. She's a film major and we wanted to have two hand-helds capturing the action." "Hi, Wilbur," Tracy beamed, extending her hand. "I've seen your two other matches and I must say I've been looking forward to this. My goodness but you look skinnier in person than you do on camera." "Hi, Tracy," I acknowledged. She looked to be about 5'8", blonde hair, very cute. It was almost impossible to tell what her body was like under the bulky sweats, but she looked pretty trim and kind of busty. "Let's get ready," Nancy directed. "We'll do another weigh-in in the ring. Judy will set things up and introduce the match. Tracy, remember to stay at a 90 degree angle from the other camera to keep from showing up on-screen." "Got it. No sweat," Tracy replied. Judy stepped into the ring with a scale in hand and set it down. I walked over beside her. Tracy picked up her camera and started recording. To my surprise Nancy stepped into the ring and stood on the other side of me. "Hi mixed wrestling fans, Judy here again," Judy started. "A great match planned for you fans. Tonight we'll be using a ring for the action, as you can see. Wilbur is here once again with a brand new wrestling outfit and to make the match even more fun I've invited my big sister, the super sexy, super strong, super talented Nancy!" "Hi, everyone," Nancy waved to the camera. "Now everyone knows what a wimp Wilbur is, but that doesn't matter to us. He's just fun to push around and force submission after submission. In this match Judy and I are going to go tag team against Wilbur, but we don't have to touch hands. All we have to do is yell "tag" and we can switch." "Step on the scale, Wilbur," Judy instructed. "138 pounds," Nancy declared. "I see you're back down again. You can't afford to lose any more weight, Wilbur. Now it's our turn. Ready, Judy?" "Yes." Both sisters simultaneously shed their robes. They were wearing identical black leather studded bikinis with matching forearm sleeves. It made them look like a pair of dominatrixes. They turned their heads and smiled naughtily at me. "You're first, Judy," Nancy said. "153 pounds. A 15 pound advantage for Judy. And now me." Nancy moved onto the scales. "158 pounds," Judy announced. "Nancy's got 20 pounds on the wimp. I tossed a coin with my sister and I won, so I'll start the match with Wilbur." Nancy walked out of the ring and picked up the other camera. Judy stood in front of me. "Raise your arms up and out to the sides," Judy coached, showing me she wanted my arms perpendicular. "Now bend at the elbow and flex." I did as she wanted. "Shit, you can hardly see any change. No definition. Maybe your arms grew an inch. Now in contrast," Judy raised her arms. "My arms start out conspicuously bigger than yours, even when you flex. And when I tense my muscles ... Boom! Look at how they explode. The length. The ballooning volume. And these amazing peaks. I bet my arms grow at least 3 inches. Are you ready to feel how strong these are, Wilbur? Let's wrestle!" Judy slid around me in an ever tightening circle as I assumed a defensive posture. She seized my forearm and whipped me against the ropes on the side of the ring. As I rebounded forward she clotheslined me with her forearm. I barely maintained my footing. She grabbed me from behind under my armpits and lifted me up as she spun me around 360 degrees and tossed me to the mats. "Tag!" she declared as Nancy bounded over the top rope and entered the ring. Judy picked up her camera. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Nancy smiled as she began approaching me. "Last time I was 2 pounds heavier than you, now I'm 20. Effortless doesn't begin to describe how taking you on is going to be." We locked up collar and elbow as Nancy bulled me backwards. She converted her hold into a headlock, wrenching my head tightly against her side. "Remember when Judy got you to submit to a headlock?" Nancy asked. "I bet I can too." She drove me to the floor, maintaining her headlock. She twisted my head, smashing my face against the side of her breast. Then she really intensified the pressure, ratcheting up the pain. I flailed at her arms, but I knew she was too strong for me to loosen her hold. "Okay, I give!" I tried to say, my words muffled by her breast. "Can't quite make that out," she laughed. I tapped the floor and her arm to signal my submission. Nancy freed her headlock slowly, pushed me aside and rose to her feet. "Tag!" she declared. Judy got back in the ring. "You are such a wimp," Judy asserted. She charged at me and flipped me over her hip. She splashed herself down on top of me and swiftly grapevined my legs. Judy elevated her glutes and began to hip thrust my chest and abdomen, hard and fast. "I'm going to soften you up good," she sneered. "Please stop pounding me," I moaned. "I'll take that as another submission, unless you want me to continue driving you into the mat." "No, stop!" Judy paused for a moment, not relinquishing the grapevine. Then she wrapped her arms around my head, pulling my face into her cleavage. The abundance of firm breast flesh and the leather from her top made for immediate suffocation. I knew better than to try to get free. I held out for about 30 seconds and then I tapped the mat and her arms to signal my submission. Judy spread my legs extra wide and made me yelp with pain before getting off me. "Kind of humiliating to surrender to a girl's tits, isn't it?" she mocked. "Tag!" Nancy hopped back into the ring as I was getting to my feet. "Well, well. Looks like little Wilbur got a little boner from the boob smother," she said, pointing at my lacy panties. "Bet you wish you could've gone without a breath a little longer." She stormed at me and wrapped me up in a bearhug, at the base of my ribcage. "Few things better than a girl who can squeeze a little, weak boy into submission, with just her arms wrapped around his wimpy torso," she asserted. With my feet dangling in the air I felt completely routed. "Give!" she ordered. "Yes! I do!" I complied. Nancy threw me to the mats and stood over me, striking a double biceps pose. "Look at the size of these guns, Wilbur," she exclaimed. "They can crush you into easy surrender. You know the truth that you're too weak to deal with me. TAG!" "Poor little Wilbur's not doing too well," Judy smiled as she re-entered the ring. "Well, nothing's about to change." I backed up defensively, fearing the next onslaught. Judy advanced at me, cornering me against the turn-buckle. She clobbered me with an elbow against the side of my jaw. She followed with a left, right combination to my stomach. As I slumped forward she bent down and lifted me up across her shoulders. She marched to the middle of the ring and began to rotate me in an airplane spin. She must have gone a good 30 seconds, which feels longer when you're being spun around and feeling woozy. Then she stopped and power-slammed me to the mat. "Tag!" Nancy came back in the ring and pulled me up, lifting me in her arms for another body slam. As I lay stunned on the mat, she bent down and pulled me up by my ears, lifting me across her shoulders, and setting me up for another airplane spin. Her spin lasted even longer than Judy's. I was totally dizzy. She stopped abruptly and deliberately fell backwards, smashing me to the mats underneath her 158 pound body. "I give," I muttered, stunned by this double barrel onslaught. "Tag!" Nancy announced. Judy handed her one of the cameras and both Judy and Tracy entered the ring. I had barely gotten to all fours when Judy started talking to the camera. "Well fans, as long as we're mixing things up today we're going take things up a notch. Introducing Wilbur's next opponent in this tag match, Tracy!" Tracy waved to the camera. "Tracy hails from Nebraska," Judy continued, "and you know that those farm girls can be pretty strong. She weighs in at 120 pounds, so you'd think that Wilbur here would have an advantage. Show him what you're packing, Tracy." Tracy peeled off her sweats, revealing a toned, muscular physique. She was wearing a matching pair of sheer black panties and strapless brassiere. Her large nipples were visible underneath. I realized that the panties they made me wear were the same as hers. "That's right, Wilbur," Tracy grinned, reading my thoughts, "you are wearing a pair of my panties. I would have liked to see what you'd look like dressed in one of my bras as well, but let's face it, with your anaemic chest, a 36D bra would just fall off." "Tracy has never wrestled a guy before," Judy said, "but she's been wanting to and we thought Wilbur would be the perfect opponent. Just to give Wilbur a fair shot, we're not going to let Tracy tag out. She'll have to finish him off all by herself. But I'm not in doubt of the outcome. Show Wilbur what kind of wrestler you are, Tracy." Judy exited the ring and picked up her camera. Tracy sized me up and down and grinned. She strode right for me. We collided, wrapping each other around each other's chest. But Tracy had the momentum and she just picked me up about a foot off the mats and tossed me backwards. I landed flat on my back. "Well, looks like I won't have any trouble with takedowns," she grinned, standing back, letting me get back up. I went after her, trying to get a hold of her, hoping that I could get her under control since I was somewhat taller and heavier. She bounced around the mat, darting in and out. I realized that she was lightening quick. I couldn't seem to get a hold of her. She was giggling at my futile attempts. As I lunged at her she ducked under me and spun around behind me, hooking me up in a full nelson. With commanding power she forced me down to my knees, putting her weight on my back. "He's got no strength at all," she remarked to Judy and Nancy. "Told you you'd have no problem," Judy confirmed. Tracy rolled backwards, pulling me on top of her as she snaked her legs around my midsection. She scissored me with her thighs, forcing me to yell out my first submission to her. "Fuck, that was easy," she sneered. I felt her hooking the waistband of the panties I was wearing with her toes. In seconds she had them pulled down past my knees. "I don't want you staining my undies," she joked. She deftly snaked her legs under my arms and hooked her ankles behind my neck, effectively putting me in a full nelson with her legs. She leaned back on her elbows and began to thrust her hips forward, jerking me back and forth. It felt like my neck was going to snap. I quickly called out another submission. Tracy laughed and unhooked her legs, shoving me away from her. I rolled to all fours as she bounded back to her feet. I stared up at my opponent. She smiled with supreme confidence. "Quitting so soon?" she taunted, motioning for me to get up. She swarmed in quickly and we grabbed at each other. She was on the offensive. I was on the defensive. She quickly stuck on of her legs behind me and pushed me. I tripped over her leg and fell back on the mat. She bounced on her toes, circling around me as I recovered my footing. I lunged forward but she leapt sideways. She grabbed hold of my arm and flipped me over her hip for another takedown. This time she dropped down, getting on my back. I struggled for a while to get her off me, but it seemed like she was always a step ahead, anticipating my moves and countering them. She was so fast and agile that I couldn't shake her off me. I was beginning to get winded from all this futile exertion. Without warning Tracy smoothly rolled me over onto my back, straddling my chest. She gripped my hands and began pushing down. It was obvious she was trying to pin me. I struggled back, resisting her pressure. "That's it. Fight it," she beamed. "See how long you can hold out before your little arms get too tired. I know you're trying as hard as you can, but I've got news for you. I'm just toying with you. I'm not using full force." I could feel myself weakening under her relentless assault. My arms were shaking and I felt desperate. "You're going down for the count. The ten count," she declared. She added more power and my hands crashed to the ring floor. I could not move them at all. Tracy counted slowly to ten. She put her knees on my upper arms to hold me down. "Ten count pin's as good as a submission, right Wilbur?" she teased. "Yes," I replied dejectedly. "Imagine that, Wilbur. I'm barely 20 years old and only weigh 120 pounds and here I am kicking your ass. Of course that's because I've got big hard muscles and you have hardly any muscles at all." Tracy triumphantly flexed her arms over me. Her biceps blew up big and hard. I hadn't realized she was so fucking big. "I've got at least three inches on you, Wilbur," she sneered. "And my muscles are hard. Your little twigs are mushy." "You're giving him an erection." Nancy called out. Tracy glanced over her shoulder. "So my muscles turn you on, don't they?" she laughed. "I work my whole upper body really hard, so my arms and my chest and my back are all super strong and firm and well developed. Want to see how firm and well developed, wimpy boy?" Tracy unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts barely moved they were so firm. "I smack you with my boobies and it'll hurt," she giggled. She leaned back a bit and I thought I could take advantage of the situation so I kicked my legs up trying to hook her shoulders. But once again Tracy was too quick for me. She gripped my calves and pulled my legs all the way over my head. Then she stretched her legs back and scissored my torso with her thighs. "Yeah, this is pretty much inescapable," she boasted. "Your chest is so puny it makes it so easy to squeeze. Oh, and I bike and swim a lot so my legs are really strong." "Oh shit. I give!" I groaned, seconds after Tracy began crushing me. Tracy held the scissors for a few more seconds, actually pressing harder, to emphasize her supremacy. Finally she rose off me, slapping me on the butt a few times for good measure. She smiled and stood beside me as I got back to my feet. She yanked my arm and deftly body slammed me. As I stood back up she took several steps back until she was against the ropes. Then she sprang forward, cartwheeling as she closed the distance. At the last second she leapt up, scissoring me as I stood there and pulling my face into her cleavage. There was no way I could keep standing between her weight and her scissors. I crumpled to the mats as Tracy held on, sustaining her holds. Once more I had to submit to her. She pushed me aside and hovered over me, pulling me up and whipping me into the corner of the ring. She charged at me and planted her foot on my chest, monkey flipping me over her. I got to my hands and knees. "I thought you said you didn't wrestle," I said. "Those are some fancy moves." "Judy said I hadn't wrestled a guy before, which is true," Tracy replied. "But I've wrestled girls, and even got taught a few things." "Here I was thinking I was taking on an amateur," I said. "I think I've been set up." "You're the amateur, Wilbur," Tracy chuckled. "You don't know how to wrestle and you're too weak to deal with my muscles." Tracy pounced on my back, flattening me to the mats. Then she grabbed me between the legs and around my neck. She started lifting me off the ground as she rose to her feet, compellingly demonstrating her considerable strength. As she cradled my body in her arms, she dropped to one knee, draping me over her thigh in a back-breaker. She arched my spine hard. "Okay, I submit," I gasped. "Crap, Wilbur. You've got to do yoga or something. You've got no flexibility," she goaded. "You know what it means to pick you off the floor like that and get you in this hold? Fortunately for me, you're light as a feather. Unfortunately for you, I'm stronger than shit." "Please, ease up," I pleaded. "No fucking way, wimp. I love back-breakers." Tracy stood back up cradling me like a child and then racked me up across her shoulders in a back-breaker. "I told you I love back-breakers," she cackled. "He looks so helpless," Judy commented, entering the ring so she could be seen on camera. "You're doing a super job. Break him. Show him who's boss." "Oh he knows who's in charge here," Tracy replied. "He's too feeble to stop me from doing anything I want to him." Tracy showed off, doing squats as she pulled down on my body. I yelled out my submission again, but she ignored me, doing even deeper squats and bowing me further. "Studies have shown," Judy told the camera, "that an athletic girl is, more often than not, stronger than the average guy, because she works out to get big and strong and he sits on his ass watching porn on the internet or playing games or being a couch potato watching TV. What you are seeing here today is the superior strength and endurance of today's super girls. All you have to do is look at Wilbur's anaemic body and look at Tracy's muscles and you know I'm telling the truth." Judy stepped back out of the ring and picked up her camera. "Every guy watching this thinks they'd love to feel what it's like to be racked up like this and but they're scared shitless knowing a girl could command this power over their scrawny soft weak bodies," Tracy boasted. She bent forward, flinging my body to the canvas. I landed on my chest with a loud thud, glad that I was out of her torture rack, but hurting from the percussive impact of the fall. Before I could move much I felt her hands clasping my chin, pulling me up and back. At first I thought she was going for a camel clutch, but then I felt her knees pressing into my back. She put her feet on my calves to hold me in place and arched me backwards. "Over the knee back-breaker. My third triumphant back-breaker!" she declared. "And even though your arms are free, there's nothing you can do to break loose." "Please, ease up," I pleaded. "Did you ever imagine a 20 year old girl could overpower you like this?" "No." "But you believe it now, now that you see my muscles and feel my strength." "Yes." "Am I a lot stronger than you? Are you a weakling compared to me?" "Yes. Yes." "Louder!" "YES. You're much stronger!" "Time to put you out of your misery." ***** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Member's Only Section OR purchase it individually in our site's Updated Format! ***** Sent from Outlook