TWIN TERRORS  PART 2 
by Kandor



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******************** Betty-Sue and Bobby-Jo were ecstatic. Their mom, Karen,
however, did not share her daughters' enthusiasm.

The two 18-year-old identical twin Amazons, each pushing seven-feet tall of
country-girl muscle, had been talking with their mother, a middle-aged woman
of equally formidable proportions, about heading out to the big city, in
search of fame and fortune that they knew would be theirs.

In wrestling. They were legendary as the Twin Terrors, as they were known in
their little dusty neck of the western Oklahoma woods they called home but
desperately sought not to. They'd been huge girls from birth, blooming into
blonde bombshells of towering muscle, their bodies honed from years of tending
the farm with their single mother.

It didn't take long for the girls to learn the wrestling ropes, also from
their mother, and were soon "whuppin' butt," as they liked to say, of the boys
in the area that dared challenge them. They used their huge bodies to good
effect, every inch bursting with muscle, particularly their incredibly long,
thick, and steel-ripping legs. Their scissor holds meant instant submission
when locked on an opponent, or worse. Many was the stupid boy who dared
challenge the legendary legs of the Twin Terrors who found themselves knocked
out cold, or with shattered ribs and the more than occasional concussion from
thighs the size and hardness of beer kegs.

When the girls were 15, and still growing, they were befriended by Don
Stenhaus, a traveling salesman whose car had broken down miles from their
farmhouse and who sought their help. They gave it, in more ways than the
little middle-aged man had bargained for, showing him their wrestling prowess
and completely sexually dominating him.

Stenhaus hated being a salesman, fancying himself a promoter who "knew
people," he assured the girls and their mother, telling them he could make
connections and have them on their way to being female wrestling champions. It
wasn't only his own experience that made him think that way: At the farmhouse
one night of his stay, he watched one of their regular one-sided matches,
where the twins wrestled local farm boys and thoroughly destroyed them,
earning a tidy little sum of money for their efforts.

That's all it took to put the bug in their heads that this could be their
future. He left, vowing to return - but never did. But the twins were
relentless in begging their mother to let them pursue their passion of power.

"Mebbe when you're 18, girls," Karen would say, putting them off for only a
little while.

They persisted, and when they hit 18, ramped up the pressure. Karen
reluctantly acquiesced, looking around the farm and the dismal future it
promised. She let them go, with apprehensive blessings, giving them what extra
cash she had that she'd saved for them from their wrestling matches, and the
farm's rusty old pick-up truck.

And they were off, to "Ch-EYE-Cago," as they playfully over-pronounced the
Windy City, where Stenhaus was from.

It was a long, hard ride, 12 hours they figured, but they set out with high
hopes and soaring dreams. The twins bounced along the highways and back roads,
consulting maps in the pre-GPS days, wearing what made them look best: Tiny
cut-off jeans hugging their impossibly thick, tree-trunk thighs, midriff
shirts and low boots and socks, their blonde hair in innocent looking
pigtails, singing and laughing as they went.

"Darn it, Betty-Sue, you know what?" Bobby-Jo finally said after hours of
talking about the various boys they'd crushed in their young lives and how
horny it made them. "We ain't had no man to play with in awhile, has we?"

"No, sister, we have not, and that's a cryin' shame," Bobby-Jo sighed as she
drove, the Amazons taking up nearly every inch of the not-small cab of the
truck, her huge hands tight on the wheel and squeezing, forearms and biceps
rippling with tense frustration. "What are we fixin' to do about that out here
in the middle of nowhere?"

The girls were very religious, and took their signs from above when they
presented themselves, and no sooner had they talked about their lack of a male
plaything for their dominant ways than one appeared.

"Well lookie here, lookie here!" Betty-Sue squealed, slapping her sister's
mammoth thigh as she did, pointing out the window into the dark of night.

"Lord be praised!" Bobby-Jo howled, eyes wide and flashing fire. "Lord be
praised, He has provided agin!"

They'd taken a back road to get to a highway, having gotten a bit lost, and
apparently for a divine reason. There at the side of the road was a scrawny,
bedraggled man, 20-something, maybe 30, a little bit of a thing in beat-up
jacket and jeans, long scraggly hair and a worn look. His thumb was out, a
very old backpack slung over one skinny shoulder. He smiled as the rusty
pickup creaked to a halt just ahead of him.

He peered into the cab as it rolled to a stop, trying to make out who was in
it. When they stepped out into the moonlight, his eyes went wide and blinking
disbelief, his mouth hanging open.

"Uh..hello ... girls ... " he stammered, craning his neck to look up at them
as they approached, all smiles and bursting muscle.

"Well now, ain't you a cute little fella?" Betty-Sue laughed. "How small is
you, honey? How short you stand?"

"Uh ... five feet ... well, just five feet, but what's that ... ."

"Get in, little boy," Bobby-Jo said, holding open the door. "Ain't no room in
back, full of our stuff. We headin' to Ch-EYE-cago" to be lady rasslers!"

"Do tell," the little man said warily, gulping as he slipped into the cab.

He had taken off in search of real America. He wasn't sure, as he got in the
truck, this was it.

If they seemed huge outside, their size doubled inside. He sat, squished up,
arms between his tiny legs, as they brushed up against their mammoth ones,
squeezed between them. All he could see in the dim light was muscle, to his
right and left, arms immense and rippling with smooth silky steel, thighs and
calves seemingly chiseled from flesh-coated marble.

He smelled them, too, their slightly musky, well-traveled scent, and the
little-girl perfume they wore, reminding them of just how young they appeared
to be.

"How ... how old are you guy ... you girls?" he asked in a squeaky, nervous
voice as they spread their giant legs a bit, pressing more tightly to his.

"We is 18!" Betty-Sue said proudly. "Just turned about a week back! Momma said
we done had to wait 'til then to go pro wrestlin', ya know? So that's where
we's goin', to the big city!"

They made small talk for awhile longer, the girls anyway; the little man could
only stare, listen, smell and fear. They were girls, he figured, seemingly
sweet kids who would mean him no harm. But if they did, he knew damn well they
could do it. Never had he seen two females bigger, more muscular - or more
beautiful.

"My sis and I was just talkin' about missin' a boy to play with, it's been too
durn long," Betty-Sue hissed as her sister drove, both girls now caressing
their own giant thighs, sticking a hand between them and rubbing their
insatiable pussies.

"Yeah, and son of a gun, by divine right or somethin', you pop outta the
dark," Bobby-Jo growled, thrusting her fingers under the tight strip of fabric
covering her pussy.

The man couldn't believe it, the sounds, squishy and wet, easily louder than
the creaking of the beat-up truck as it bounced down uneven back roads. The
smell thickened, of young pussy mixed with cheap perfume and as he noticed
their incredible muscular arms swelling from their pussy flagellation, he felt
fear well up inside him.

It was well founded. Bobby-Jo rumbled the truck to a stop, pulling well off
the side, behind a stand of trees. Both girls turned to face him, smiling in
the dark, thighs meaty and sweaty and spreading.

"Mister, there ain't no other way of puttin' this," Bobby-Jo growled. "We
needs a man, and you, little as you is, is it!"

"Need? A man?" he gulped nervously.

"Don't worry, little feller," Betty-Sue giggled, slipping out of the truck and
clamping a meaty paw on his shirt, hauling him out easily, "we won't hurt ya
... much!"

He could only stand and stare as the seven-foot Amazons stripped out of their
skimpy clothes, standing only in low grubby socks and work boots, every inch
of their titanic muscular bodies glowing in the moonlight. They jumped at him,
quickly stripping him down as well, growling with delight as his cock
thickened before their eyes.

"Well now, you ain't little ALL over, is you?" Bobby-Jo laughed, pushing him
back onto the grassy area behind the trees.

He was suddenly a human medicine ball, scooped into the arms of one laughing
teen giant and tossed to the other, back and forth, slamming into their
superbly muscled bodies that quickly slickened with sweat. Each girl then took
a turn hoisting the little man up over their shoulders, one giant hand cupped
around his balls, the other under his neck, pumping him up and down as if he
were a barbell with very little weight.

He looked down helplessly as Betty-Sue lifted him up and down while sister
Bobby-Jo stood, madly fingering her blonde bushy cunt, diddling what appeared
to be a massive clit in the greasy lips, jerking herself to orgasm that
flooded down the muscle-corded columns of her massive thighs.

"Toss the boy here, sis," she growled, opening her arms into which Betty-Sue
flipped him easily.

She did some curls with the gasping little man, his cock fully erect, pulling
her big arms up and spearing her lips with his dick, up and down, curling him
into her sucking mouth and popping him out again before dropping to one knee
and slamming him over the kneeling thigh, bending him brutally over the
muscular fulcrum of that big leg.

"Backbreaker, baby!" she howled, twisting her giant hand around his aching
balls and squeezing as she pushed down on his legs and neck, bending his back
at a savagely painful angle.

"I GIVE I GIVE!" the little man howled.

"I don't care!" she laughed, cracking his spine, the noise delighting her. "I
ain't done bustin' yer back yet!"

She snapped him a few more times before dropping the leg down and lying on her
side, slamming her tremendous thighs around his guts.

"Bodyscissorin' is one of the thangs my sis does best, Mister!" Betty-Sue
laughed, kneeling to watch and slowly stroke his cock. "Dang, sis, this little
feller is so small, your thigh just about covers him up from his pecker to his
chin! Squeeze, baby, squeeeeze!"

Bobby-Joe did, locking her booted feet, the leather creaking in the dark, her
top thigh a plank of muscular power as it compressed his belly and chest,
forcing the air from his lungs and letting none back in. The little man went
blue in the face, arching up to look down at the tree-trunk thigh threatening
to squash his guts out of his mouth and ass.

"Can't ... breathe ... " he wheezed, eyes bulging wide, his legs gone numb
from the bottom thigh knifing into his spine. "Please ... stop ... squeezing
... me ... "

"Shut him up, Betty-Sue," Bobby-Joe growled, flipping him to his belly to
resume the breath-taking body scissors. "Boy talks to dang much!"

"Oh, yeah, no problem!" her sister giggled.

The little man's world was all leg now as Betty-Sue slammed his face into her
gushing pussy, drenching him with her flow as her massive thighs squeezed his
head, the sheer bulk of them bubbling up around him to hide it completely.
Bobby-Jo continued to lay down paralyzing jolts of scissoring power, bending
her legs and slamming them out straight, each shattering snap taking more air
from his desperate lungs.

They let him go only to work with merciless precision, Bobby-Jo standing
behind him and engulfing his head in her arms for a crushing sleeper while
Betty-Sue knelt and power-jerked his cock in and out of her madly sucking
mouth. Bobby-Jo backed them up to a nearby tree, latching her hands onto a
branch and swinging her majestic legs up and around his skull, splattering the
bulky thighs around his ears for a hanging head scissors as Betty-Sue
continued to suck his dick.

"Oh ... oh fuck ... oh FUCK!!!" the little man howled, his trembling fingers
cupping her killer quads as the sister kneeling before him mauled his balls,
squeezing and coaxing the load from them.

"Yeah, baby girl, you go, git that juice, git it!" Bobby-Jo snarled, quivering
her mammoth thighs on the man's skull.

He'd had many blowjobs in his life, but nothing compared to this. His entire
body twitched and convulsed as he came, pumping scorching jets of hot cum into
Betty-Sue's madly moaning mouth, the big girl fingering her cunt between her
squatting thighs to a flooding orgasm of her own. Bobby-Joe laughed as she
watched, humping the back of his head as her thighs laid waste to it,
drenching his ratty hair with her girly cream.

She finally let go and dropped her thighs from his head, pushing him out of
the way and standing her sister up. He could only watch in disbelief as the
twin Amazons embraced, massive sweaty tits and thighs rubbing into each other,
and they kissed, snowballing his massive load between them. They swallowed,
groaning and stepped back, their beautiful faces glowing with his cum in the
moonlight.

They picked him up, pushing him against the tree, where he leaned on it,
trembling with fear as they approached him. His cock bobbed stiffly in the
cool night air, showing no signs of going down. The girls looked at it and
groaned.

"Mah turn, baby," Betty-Sue grunted, leaning on the tree and holding the
trunk, opening her huge legs as Bobby-Jo steered him to her dripping cunt.
"YEAH BABY YEAH!"

She hung onto the tree, wrapping her giant thighs around his tiny middle,
squeezing him to her as he slammed away, thrusting in and out of the tightest
pussy he'd ever felt, ignoring the pain in his ribs as her huge legs scissored
him. Bobby-Jo stepped up behind him, bending her legs and thrusting her own
juicy pussy into his little ass, rubbing herself off on it, the man now
sandwiched between the biggest, most beautiful girls he'd ever seen.

He hung on for dear life, his hands cupping Betty-Sue's thighs around him,
feeling her sister's quivering cunt flooding his ass with cum as she rubbed
him, fighting the urge to cum. But it was a losing battle inside Betty-Sue's
insanely muscular pussy, and he felt his cock thicken inside her, ready to
blow.

"Give to me, little man, fill 'er up!" she screamed, cupping his head in her
hands and ramming it between her muscular, sweaty tits, the rocky bulk of them
smothering him, the muscles compressing his trapped, screaming face.

He nutted like he hadn't just moments ago, feeling himself go empty inside her
as she came as well, along with Bobby-Jo grunting and pumping her cunt into
his ass. He finally stopped cumming, letting his dick slip from Betty-Sue's
sopping snatch. She released her legs and leaned against the tree, Bobby-Jo
quickly kneeling to attach her hungry lips to her sister's pussy, madly
slurping the creampie into her mouth.

He thought that was it, as his cock wilted before him. But he was wrong. They
turned on him, the twin sex freaks insatiable, sexual hunger gleaming in their
eyes. He found himself on his back, Bobby-Jo leaping atop his face, spreading
her muscular haunches to bury his mouth inside her soaking-wet quim. She
leaned forward, humping his face with mounting fury, her big hips thrusting
back and forth, her furry wet pussy scraping brutally hard over him as she
ground her way to an endless stream of orgasms.

His cock stiffened again, thanks to Betty-Sue kneeling between his legs and
sucking him hard. His nuts ached from overuse as her massive hand engulfed his
wet dick, stroking with twisting motions, relentlessly pumping his dick into
her red-hot mouth.

It was all a blur as they continued to rape him, at one point forcing him to
his knees behind Bobby-Jo's massive ass, fucking her from behind. Betty-Sue
stood before him, straddling her sister and he watched helplessly as she shot
her mile-long muscular legs back, burying his face up her sweaty, chiseled
ass, her monster thighs slapping shut on his ears.

She leaned on her hands on Bobby-Jo's back, parallel to it, pulverizing the
screaming man's head in her thighs, his mouth caught in the creamy clamp of
her rock-ribbed butt.

"Lick my bummy, Mister, lick it gooood!" she squealed, snapping her thighs
harder on his head. "It's all sweaty and cummy and stuff, so clean it out
good!"

He had no choice. With one hand on Bobby-Jo's quaking ass, the other
desperately pulling at Betty-Sue's crushing thighs that threatened to implode
his skull, he stabbed his tongue into her tight rectal ring and felt it drawn
inside. Betty-Sue's tight asshole was like a fiercely sucking mouth, pulling
his tongue inside, chewing at it, forcing it so deep he thought she'd tear it
right out of his face and swallow it in her churning bowels.

Her thighs were killing him, and he felt himself dizzy in her pumping
scissors, trying to focus on the intensely good feeling of being balls deep in
her sister's ass. It was sensory overload, the feel of thighs crushing and
cunt milking him, the scent of Betty-Sue's asshole, the taste of it, the sound
of their sexual cries muted by the scissors packing his ears. And it all swept
over him in an orgasmic rush as he gave up another load, slamming at the
muscular ass before him, feeling his balls ache in pain as Bobby-Jo's cunt,
milking and hot, drained him dry.

He fell back, Betty-Sue mercifully releasing her head scissors, and slumped to
his back on the grass, panting and exhausted. He watched Bobby-Jo stand in a
half squat, smiling at him as she cupped her hands between her massive thighs,
and let a thin ribbon of his cum dribble into them. She rubbed it up over her
rock-hard eight-pack gut and huge, muscular tits, smearing it into the sweaty
flesh, twisting her fingers over her nipples.

"Thanks for the body lotion, Mister," she giggled as Betty-Sue ran her hand
into her sister's sopping snatch, scooping out some cream to rub on her own
gigantic body.

The sisters pulled their clothes back on, the cutoffs snug around their
humungous thighs that made the little man's head ache anew just looking at
them and remembering their violent, sexual power.

"You get some rest, Mister," Betty-Sue sighed, walking away. "You done good."

"Thanks ... girls," he said with a tired smile, watching them lumber back to
the truck and speed away, headed for the big city, laying on the grass with
his backpack at his head, quickly lapsing into a well-earned sleep.

**********

The girls made it to Chicago the next day, all wide-eyed innocent teens,
staring up at the city's towering skyline as they drove into it, looking
decidedly out of place in the beat-up truck, and gathering stares even from
seasoned residents who couldn't believe the size of the twin girls whenever
they stepped out into the streets.

They acclimated quickly, finding cheap housing in the city, and a gym in which
they worked out religiously. They'd not had much experience with actual
weights or machines, having achieved their superbly muscular bodies by dint of
hard work on the farm. But they adapted, particularly with the help of adoring
young men at the gym who hoped to curry sexual favors with one or both of the
monstrously muscled teen beauties.

And it didn't take long for anyone to figure out just how good Bobby-Jo and
Betty-Sue were at wrestling. They'd been 'funnin' around,' as they called it,
with a couple of gym rats, muscular young men, on the gym mats one day. And
when the girls quickly and easily took both stunned boys in their titanic
thighs, laying behind them to overpower each in lingering, agonizing head
scissors, their skills became painfully apparent.

"Gotcha now, buddy boy!" Betty-Sue crowed, thundering her meaty, mammoth
thighs on her victim's head which was completely obliterated by the hammering
flesh surrounding it.

"Leg Jail time!" Bobby-Jo added with a laugh, tucking one 16-inch calf up into
her victim's throat for a trachea-cracking figure four. "That's what we call
it, Leg Jail! Back home, we once kept some naughty boys like you in our Leg
Jail for four hours! 'Member that, Betty-Sue?"

"Oh, sure do, sis, we was what, 13 at the time? Golly, how many times we
scissor those boys to sleep? And now we's all growed up, so I figger we can
keep these boys in our Leg Jail all night long if we's a wantin' to!"

The boys groaned, hands desperately pawing the tremendous girth of thighs
devouring their skulls, unable to beg for mercy, all voice scissored from them
and reducing their whimpering sounds to plaintive squeals and croaks. As the
twins punished them, a crowd gathered in the gym, watching and marveling.

"Hey, you girls sure know your stuff! Damn, those boys' heads are gonna pop
you keep squeezing like that!" one older very fit woman said, kneeling to
watch in rapt fascination the two muscular studs so easily held in the twins'
relentless scissors, their faces gone from red to blue with each passing
second. "You girls know about the wrestling league here? You'd be a natural,
believe me."

"What?" Bobby-Jo asked, eyes going wide. "Rasslin'? Really? That's why we is
here, in Ch-EYE-Cago, to rassle, we wanna be rasslers!"

"Well, you came to the right place," the woman laughed. "Tell you all about it
... uh, when you're done scissoring the hell outta these boys! Better ease the
squeeze, girls, before you kill 'em!"

The twins hooted and hollered and high-fived each other - and then put on a
severe, sudden squeeze so fast and hard the boys passed out instantly, bodies
convulsing with their heads imprisoned in the twins' brutal, muscle-bubbling
thighs.

Arrangements were quickly made, the matches set up for the next night. There
would be a few, with the girls going on last. And they proudly let it be known
they're billing was to be "The Twin Terrors."

They were nervous when the night came, alone in their dressing room, pulling
on their classic country-girl costumes. They'd washed them, but they were
still worn and threadbare, showing signs of repeated wrestling use. Their
plaid shirts were quite snug, open in front to reveal their titanic tits, hard
and striated with muscle, the bottoms tied up underneath and exposing their
impossibly rocky abs. The faded, tiny cutoffs rode higher and tighter than,
molding to their titanic thighs and voluptuous asses, so brief as it to
resemble sexy denim booty shorts. Alluring arcs of creamy white muscle teased
out of the leg holes in back.

Below they wore worn socks and dark leather work boots that tied up the front
and ended just below the enormous muscular ridges of their calves, which were
thick and laced with snaky veins, rock-hard diamond-shaped slabs of steel that
bulged with every step they took.

"This is it, sis, this is it!" Betty-Sue laughed as they sat in the dressing
room, waiting, listening to the crowd's cheering in the main wrestling area.
"This gonna put on the map, I know it!"

"Mama be proud, if she was here," Bobby-Jo sighed, dangling her long legs as
she sat on a table, her massive thighs pressed into a mighty flare. "We'll do
right by her, ya know? Make us a bundle and go back and spruce up that dang
farm she just won't leave!"

A man came into the room, alerting them they were next. He nearly gasped when
he saw them.

"Uh, Twin Terrors I assume?"

"That's right, Mister," Betty-Sue said proudly. "Who we rasslin'?"

"Uh ... ," the man said, looking at a clipboard he held. "Oh, the Buckwalt
brothers, twins..hey, like you! Yeah, a couple big bruisers ... nowhere as big
as you ladies, that's for damn sure. Cocky little pricks, too. Think it'll be
a good match."

"We'll take 'em," Bobby-Jo sniffed.

"They're tough as nails, those two, you'll have your work cut out, that's for
sure," he laughed.

"You just watch, Mister," Betty-Sue growled, stretching her back and extending
her long, powerful arms with sweeping muscles bulging beneath tight skin,
drawing the man's astonished look. "You just watch ... "

He did, as they stood to bend to touch their toes and stretch their legs, the
hamstrings in the backs of their mammoth thighs pulling taut, deep furrows of
muscular separation sculpted down from their asses to their knees. He shook
his head in astonishment as they did toe raises, the madly bulging calves
threatening to pop the boots and grimy socks that dared try to hold them.
Sitting on the table, they each locked their long legs out straight, tensing
and quivering their majestic thighs, the quads bulging madly into thick slabs
of fleshy steel.

"Boys ain't got a prayer," he sighed quietly, walking out the door. "Five
minutes, ladies, then you're on!"

The time came and the girls hugged and walked out of the room, down the hall
to the wrestling ring, a genuine one and not layered with hay like the one in
the barn back home. As they made their way to the ring, the crowd went silent
as they caught a glimpse of the biggest female wrestlers - or even male - they
had ever seen.

The girls danced into the ring, ducking under the ropes, waving and smiling,
their pigtails bobbing at the sides of their heads, every inch of their
seven-foot bodies pumped with sweaty steel.

"In this corner," the ring announcer boomed, looking at the girls with wide,
disbelieving eyes, then down at his sheet of paper to read, "hailing from the
fields of Oklahoma, straight from the farm to the ring, standing ... oh my God
... nearly seven feet tall and weighing ... .300 pounds!!! They are, THE TWIN
TERRORS!"

The girls felt goose bumps bubble on their smooth, tight skin as the crowd
roared its approval, drinking it in, parading around the ring strutting their
stuff, completely relaxed and natural. They let the cheers wash over them,
eager for battle.

"And in this corner," the man continued, as the other twins waltzed to the
ring, embracing their well-known redneck shtick, wearing half buttoned jean
coveralls, dumb looks and straw hats, with "also twins, but not nearly as big
as their counterparts, standing six-feet tall, and frequent wrestling
champeens ... The Battering Buckwalt Boys!"

The boys danced under the ropes and froze the second they laid eyes on the
grinning towers of power before them.

"Are you fucking serious?" Johnny hissed to his brother Billy. "Christ,
they're fucking huge!"

"Yeah, dude, but they're girls, we'll fuck 'em up, don't worry," Billy said,
gulping down the nerves he felt welling up inside him. "Why the fuck they got
us wrestling amateurs though, this some sort of joke?"

"Jesus, I think I heard about some big bitches from the sticks like this ...
nah, must be bullshit ... let's just kick some ass, bro'!" Johnny said, chest
bumping Billy as the girls watched and giggled coquettishly.

"OK, boys and girls," the announcer boomed as a very small male referee
entered the ring to officiate the bout. "WRESTLE!

Bobby-Jo came out first, squaring off and circling the wary Billy, who looked
up at her, uncertainly, figuring to take it easy on her at first. But Bobby-Jo
would have none of it and easily scooped him into a side headlock, pumping her
thick bicep into his neck and skull, jacking it hard and fast. She stood up,
one hand holding the other, and pressed hard, hooting as she did, sweat
pouring off that big arm and stinging Billy's eyes.

"Christ, what the fuck?" he screamed, trying to counter the brutal hold,
holding onto Bobby-Jo's tree-trunk thigh for support and feeling steely flesh
in his fingers. "Goddammit, bitch!"

"Oh, you got a dirty little mouth on you, boy!" she growled, snapping the
headlock on harder, making him scream in pain.

"C'mon ... this is ... ," he slurred on the verge of passing out as she jerked
him around the ring in her huge arm, his body flopping along like a rag doll,
"fake ... not real ... "

"You talk too much, boy," she snarled. "Lemme fix that!"

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