Jane Goes Pro
By Montrose
Jane smashes four opponents in the ring 

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You may have met Jane in "The Cleaning Ladies" and "The Further Adventures
with Jane". This account continues where those left off. Jane is a girl of
German decent, 6' 2" tall and 200 pounds of firm, curvaceous, feminine meat -
well marbled, prime cut steak. I am not very big. She towers 7 inches over me
and outweighs me by over 50 pounds. Since I won her from her former
dominatrix Patti in a fucking contest, Jane has given herself to me as my
personal property, and I mean that quite literally. She is mine.
I enjoy keeping this amazon, even if the sex threatens to hospitalize me on
occasion, but she doesn't come cheap. I've had to reinforce my bedroom and
bedroom furniture to take the punishment she dishes out. and my food bill has
more than tripled. To make back some money keeping this horse of a woman is
costing me I have enrolled her as a wrestler at a local dungeon and gym
called Jim's Gym. Jim has access to some high rollers and I convinced him to
bill her at 2 grand a match, no rules, submission only. The high rollers can
pay it, and do now that she has made her reputation.
I only take appointments for her every other Sunday. That keeps demand even
higher. Her usual Sunday is spent slowly crushing the heads of the captains
of world industry between her powerful thighs - not even a workout. One
Sunday Jim stacked the deck.
It started with Glen, a 25 year old body builder. She had never faced a man
near her own size in the ring. He was almost as tall as Jane and just as
heavy. He tried to intimidate her by flexing and posing. Every single muscle
in his body had received individual attention, it seemed.
Jane wore jean cut-offs, a half T-shirt and motorcycle boots. He wore a
skimpy pair of speedos that failed to contain his growing erection as he
feasted his eyes on my girl's rippled belly.
Jane strode over to him and ran her hands up and down his sleek, hairless
torso. Her thick fingers teased his nipples. "After you go down, Jane," said
the stud, "You're going down." and he grabbed his expanding pud.
Jane covered his pecks with her hands and suddenly tightened her grip. She
dug into his hard muscles and mercilessly crushed them. The stud first looks
surprised, then angry. But panic immediately followed when he realized he
could not remove her hands.
She lifted him by his tits, making him dance on tip toe about the ring as he
screamed like a little girl. Then she lifted him over her head by his tits
and threw him out of the ring. She started to go after him, but I called her
back.
"Don't finish him too quick." I reminded her. "Try to let him get his money's
worth."
"Yes sir."
The stud had a hard time getting to his feet. When he did he took a while
getting back into the ring. Jane knelt in her corner rubbing my shoulders,
ignoring her challenger.
"I thought she was mine until the match was over." he whined.
"Then come and get her." I replied.
He rolled back into the ring. Jane stood. He rolled back out. Jane sat back
down and went back to me. "She'll let you in, boy. Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." He mumbled. After circling the ring a few times he rolled
back in again. Jane let him stand before standing herself.
He charged and rocketed four hard punches into her gut. Jane doesn't bother
blocking body shots. Its just a policy of hers. She figures it hurts them
more than it does her. The stud clenched his broken fists together "Ouch." he
whispered.
"You'd be better off punching a brick wall!" I told him. He looked up at me
with tears in his eyes. 
She punched him once in the face and he dropped. She gently sat down on his
neck and let her weight do the rest. As he changed from purple to blue he
whispered his submittal. End match one.
Her next opponent was a dark skinned amazon from California. This is when I
started to smell a fix. I always felt that Jim resented that his top dollar
attraction was managed by someone else. I stopped him as he passed by.
"First the steroid boy and now her? Where is her usual fare of balding
billionaires?"
"Hey," said Jim. "When word got out that your girl was taking all the big boy
money, the former champions got a little jealous. Alice here thinks Jane is
cutting into her income. She paid her money to make sure Jane don't keep it
up. You want to throw in the towel?"
He knew I wouldn't do that. I went back to Jane's corner. "Take her out as
fast as you can Jane. She's a ringer."
"Yes sir."
Alice was as big as Jane, but faster - less body fat. She sprang from the
ground and planted punishing kicks into Jane's face and chest before landing.
Jane staggered back to the turn buckle. Alice moved in, grabbed Jane by the
cut-offs and neck, and flipped her over her head, throwing her across the
ring.
I had never seen anyone lift Jane before. Alice held onto her arms and
winced. She dropped to her knees. Jane hopped to her feet, a little rocky.
Alice leaped up and kicked Jane in the head. Jane crashed to the mat. In a
flash Alice had her iron thighs clamped around Jane's head, squeezing.
"Say good-bye to your gravy train, little man." Said Alice as she lay there
with Jane's head turning red in her lap.
Jane slid her arms in between Alice's thighs and pushed. At first Alice
laughed, then she strained to tighten her grip. Then she screamed and growled
in her effort to maintain her hold. Jane pushed against Alice's grip, slid
her head out and flipped Alice face down on the mat.
Jane stood and crushed her knee into Alice's back four times in the span of
four seconds. Then she moved down to Alice's legs. She crushed each thigh
muscle under her full weight twice before straddling Alice's back facing her
head.
Sweating, and panting, Jane grabbed Alice's powerful arms and ripped them
both backwards, grinding them in their shoulder sockets. Alice wailed but
still looked determined. She pulled one arm free and rose to her hand and
knees with Jane on her back.
Jane clamped her legs around Alice's waist as she chicken winged her one arm
high on her back. She rode Alice around the ring, never letting her stand, as
Alice bucked and rocked trying to unseat her. Several times Jane kicked
Alice's support hand out from under her and drove Alice's face into the mat.
It took half an hour, and even Jane looked a little worse for wear at the
end, but finally Alice dropped crying to the mat.
"I submit." She sobbed. "Please get off me. I wont trouble you any more."
Jane stood, then helped Alice up as well. End match two.
"Nice match." said Jane and shook her hand. Alice left crying, holding her
face. Poor girl.
After lunch came the big surprise. Her fight card had been adjusted. Instead
of a re-match with a sweet old man that liked it when Jane choked him with
her biceps, a team called "The Anti-Barbis" appeared.
They were twin raven-haired towers of curvaceous power. Each woman stood two
inches taller than Jane, but had a figure built more for fucking than
fighting. Together they probably out-weighed her by 100, maybe 130 pounds.
All their power looked to be in their long, sinewy legs. They wore skimpy
black leather tops that accented their pert breasts, black lace panties that
hugged their apple round cheeks, and knee high boots with cruel toes. They
looked stunning together. I rather wanted a go at them myself.
I found Jim. "This is a tag team, right?"
"Jane fights no rules, all comers. These girls never fight alone." he said.
"They paid two grand a piece to take on Jane. Are you giving up?"
"Fuck you, Jim."
Again I warned Jane. "Take them out fast. They are pros too."
"Yes sir."
They circled Jane always staying on opposite sides of her. Jane concentrated
on one letting the other slip around behind her. They jumped in unison and
booted Jane in the back and front of the head at once. As if on springs they
hopped up and did the same thing twice more before Jane grabbed the one in
front and pinned her close. The vixen struggled but had no prayer of breaking
free.
Jane stuffed the girls head deep in her cleavage, smothering her. But Jane
was staggering. The kicks had taken a toll. The free girl slipped out of the
ring and back in with a folding chair. She pounded Jane on the back of the
head several times before Jane let go of her twin. Jane fell to her knees. 
Like railroad workers driving home a spike the twins kicked Jane in the face
over and over. Then they mounted her neck and drove Jane's face into the mat
with their combined weight.
Jane staggered back to her knees. The twins tore Jane's top off and kicked
her in the tits. Jane doubled over. They slammed their heels into her
temples, again in unison. They stepped back and did it again. Jane crumpled
to the mat and didn't move.
That's when they brought out the ropes. They dragged Jane to a turnbuckle and
hog tied her to it. They slipped out of their panties and took turns humping
Jane's battered face. They smothered her with their tight round butts. They
rejoiced, confident in victory. They slapped her and yelled jeers into her
half conscious face. They spit and pissed on her.
I had given up hope. Jane just sat there, groggy, sputtering come and urine.
My giant was defeated.
After an hour of humiliation they began to get bored. One of the twins
strutted up to me, leaned on the rope and looked down into my concerned face.
"What's the matter boy? Doesn't your animal know how to submit? Or will we
have to kill her?"
"Please don't kill her." I begged softly.
"Convince me not to." And she lifted me over the ropes and threw me into the
center of the ring. She had some arm strength after all. The other woman had
been casually sitting on Jane's face, cutting off her air, but she joined in
on the new fun.
They stripped me and spread me out on the mat. "Owww! Huge tube steak!" said
one. "Shall we take it home, or eat it here?"
"Better to try before you buy" said the other. 
One mounted my face and the other my cock. They were very tight and so very
wet. I decided to co-operate - you know, for Jane's sake - and began humping
and licking them for all I was worth. They writhed and moaned above me. When
they came in unison they yelled like mad women and bit and clawed each other.
Suddenly there came a great din from the corner. The twins jumped off of me.
Standing over me was Jane swinging the broken turn buckle like a bat. She
tripped up the fleeing twins in the ring ropes and jumped on top of them. She
pressed the turn buckle onto their necks.
As their eyes bulged and faces reddened they yelled "We submit!"
Jane kept pressing down.
"Please." They begged. "Please stop. We submit."
Jane remained unmoved.
"Don't kill them Jane." I told her. "Let them up." She didn't obey at first,
which frightened me. 
First she grabbed me by the throat and pulled me close. "You know how I am
yours?"
"Yes Jane." I gasped. "You're my property. Now let me go."
"You are also mine." I saw anger and determination in her puffy eyes.
"Got it. No fucking around." And she release me first and then the twins.
She made the two erotic sisters crawled on their bellies all the way to the
locker rooms.
I gained a new respect and fear for my giant that day. And Jim learned not to
waste his money sending in out of town talent.