Sisters Tussle by NRG. This first story two sisters decide to wrestle for their husbands Update: 22/09/1997 to nrg Sandi was beginning to get really fed up with her younger sister Tammy's continual boasting about how much weight she had lost and how Sandi should get more exercise. Tammy had been through every exercise and diet fad going, over the last few years and had even had her husband John turn their basement into a private fitness centre. This evening Sandi and husband Tom had been invited to dinner by Tammy. After their meal they went into the lounge for a drink and John out of habit switched on the TV, just in time to catch the trailer of a sports programme featuring women's wrestling. "I'm surprised you haven't tried that," said Sandi sarcastically. "At least I do some exercise," retorted Tammy. "Some of us don't have to and if we did we wouldn't keep on about it," Sandi's temper was beginning to flare. "If I was to wrestle, I could easily beat you." Seeing his wife about to blow up, Tom decided it was time to step in. "Girls, girls calm it down there is no need to fallout about this." "That's right," said John, "But I think Tammy is right, if she were to wrestle Sandi she would win easily." Now it was Tom's turn to become angry. "She could flatten Tammy with one hand tied behind her back." "Okay let's go down to the basement and she can try," said Tammy. "Anytime sis," replied Sandi still seething. "Don't you think you should change into something more suitable?" said John, "You can't wrestle in your best dresses." "No problem I can lend Sandi a swimsuit it should fit her I bought it ages ago before I lost weight." Tom thought that Sandi was going to leap on her sister there and then. He put a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Save it for downstairs. Go and get changed and then flatten her." Tammy left the room to get changed, Tom made Sandi wait for her to come back with the spare swimming costume, so that they wouldn't begin fighting before they went downstairs. A short time later Tammy returned wearing a towelling robe. "Your cossie and robe are in the bathroom. I'll see you downstairs unless you've turned chicken?" Once again Tom put a restraining hand on his wife's shoulder. Tammy went down to the basement and Sandi went into the bathroom to get changed. In the basement John was busy arranging some mats on the floor. "See," he said, pushing the last mat into place, "I said she'd go for it if you antagonised her enough." "I know, but I didn't like doing it, she is my sister." "Well you said that you try wrestling for me and we had no luck with the personal ad. So Sandi was the ideal choice of opponent it just needed something to get her riled up enough to go for. Tom was right though said that if you kept on about your weight loss she would get upset." Tom and John had for a long time wanted to see their wives wrestle, but Sandi had always refused to even consider it and although Tammy was willing they had been unable to find an opponent her size. Then Tom had hit on this plan to get them to wrestle each other and it had gone better than he could ever have hoped for. Tom and Sandi finally came down to the basement, Sandi wearing a white robe over her borrowed swimsuit. "Okay then, if we are going to do this, what are the rules?" said Sandi to Tammy a slight trace of anger still in her voice. "How about best of three pins or submissions no time limit?" answered Tammy, "also no punching with the closed fist and no biting but otherwise anything goes. That okay with you?" "Sure. Let's get on with it." The two women stood in the centre of the mat facing each other. Tammy shrugged off her robe to reveal a very sexy red one piece swimsuit low cut at the front. It showed off her 34c chest to its best advantage, and clinging to her flat stomach, showing the benefit of her diet and exercise regime. Following her sister's lead Sandi slipped out of her robe and threw it to her husband. She was wearing a black one piece costume not as low cut as her sisters but just as sexy. 6lb heavier and two inches taller than her sister at 121lb and 5-2 with a 36b chest she was certainly not out done in the beauty department and despite her sister's barbed comments, there were no evidence of her being anything, but fit. As Sandi turned to face her sister, Tammy attacked grabbing her by the right arm and twisting it sharply up her back. Staying out of reach of Sandi's free arm, she forced the older woman to bend forward at the waist. Slowly increasing the pressure until Sandi went down onto her knees with her forehead pressed against the mat. Changing her grip and pulling the trapped arm out straight from the shoulder, Tammy began to pull and twist at the same time. "Aarrgh!" Cried out Sandi in pain. In order to be able to exert more pressure, Tammy sat on the mat and pressed her feet into Sandi's side. "Give in sis?" Another sharp tug and twist of the arm. "Nooo!" Squealed Sandi, trying to twist onto her side and bring her free hand into use. "You sure?" Tammy asked again, still attempting to twist her sister's arm out of its socket. Somehow Sandi managed to get onto her side, before Tammy could do anything about it, she had swung her leg hard and kicked her in the side. "Oooff!" went Tammy relaxing her grip slightly. Sandi took her chance and kicked hard again this time catching Tammy full on her chest. Tammy automatically clutched at her boobs and in doing so released her grip on Sandi's arm. Quickly, Sandi rolled away and stood up, before Tammy could rise Sandi pounced on her, grabbing hold of one of her ankles and tipping her onto her back. Seeing a chance for a pin Sandi let go of the leg, her hands pushing the blonde's shoulders down onto the mat. Lifting both legs of the mat, Tammy wrapped them around Sandi's waist making her give up her attempt at a pin. As Sandi moved her hands, Tammy twisted sharply, toppling her sister to the mat, still firmly clamped between her legs. Sandi wriggled and struggled but couldn't break free from the crushing pressure around her waist. "You've got her now babe," called John, "Squeeze her!" "Submit sis?" "Noo!" Sandi was beginning to go very red in the face and was having difficulty breathing. "Come on you know you can't get free, give in." "Yeess I give!" She cried out unable to take the pain any longer, tears of anger, frustration and humiliation beginning to run down her cheeks at being forced to give in to her younger sister. Sandi walked over to Tom. "She was lucky," he said, wiping away the sweat from his wife's body, "you'll get her this time." "I hope you are right, she is much stronger than I thought she would be." Tammy went back to the middle of the mat, flexing her muscles and thrusting out her chest. "You ready for the rest of your lesson sis?" she taunted. Sandi didn't answer. Turning from her husband, she leapt across the mat at her sister. Before Tammy could react, she had grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and dragged her down to the mat. With her fingers still entwined and tugging on her sisters hair she snaked her legs around Tammy's body. Tammy bucked and writhed as Sandi crossed over her ankles so that she could apply the maximum pressure. Unable to break her sister's scissor hold Tammy tried to snatch a handful of Sandi's brown hair, but the older woman just bobbed her head out of the way. "Okay Tammy, do you give up?" she asked, tightening her grip on her sisters hair and squeezing as hard as she could with her thighs. The pain from her scalp coupled with the crushing pressure on her belly forced her to cry out her submission. "Yes.. Yes.. Yes I give. Let me go you bitch!" Sandi released her scissors and let go of Tammy's hair pushing her head roughly, away. This time it was Tammy that walked away with tears staining her cheeks. After a brief rest they turned to face each other on the mat for the final fall. Both knew that one mistake would cost them the match and neither wanting to lose in front of their husbands, especially to a sister. Fingers interlocked they swayed backwards and forwards across the mat until finally Sandi managed to trip Tammy and take her to the mat. Once on the floor the struggle continued first one then the other seeming to gain the upper hand, the blondes slight advantage in fitness offset by Sandi's extra weight. Suddenly Sandi got Tammy onto her back and pushing her hands out to the sides tried to pin her shoulders to the mat. Tammy twisted and lifted one shoulder clear of the mat but her struggles enabled Sandi to move to a better position astride her chest. Wriggling along Tammy's body until she had her knees either side of her head pinning her shoulders down more firmly. Tammy tried to twist again but couldn't dislodge her sister. "Count then John," gasped Sandi breathlessly. Reluctantly John dropped to the mat and banging the mat with his hand beat out a three count. "Told you, you could beat her," said Tom coming onto the mat as his wife stood up. Tammy lay on her back on the mat stunned at being beaten by her sister. Sandi picked up her robe and went to leave the basement. "Any time you want another lesson sis, give me a call," and with that Sandi walked out of the door. Tammy gets an unexpected extra activity at the gym Gym Fight by NRG Wendy had been in the States for a month working in public relations for a large British company. Normally she would have gone to the gym every day, but her first few weeks had been so hectic setting up new offices that she hadn't found time to join a club. Today however she had time on her hands and decided she would go out and find a health club to join. After calling up a couple of clubs on the phone she found what she was looking for. A women's only gym about ten minutes from her office and as luck would have it they had an aerobics class scheduled for the afternoon that she could take part in to see if she would like to join. Packing her gym clothes into a small holdall, she took the short drive to the club. On arrival at the club she was given a short tour of the facilities, which to her surprise included a large boxing ring. Her guide explained that a lot of the members liked to spar and do general boxing training and others occasionally used the ring for friendly wrestling matches. At the end of her tour Wendy went to change to take part in the aerobics class. There were already about a dozen women in the gym when Wendy walked through the doors. Wendy was wearing a black Adidas crop trop showing off her flat well defined stomach, a pair of skin tight black lycra briefs short white socks and Reebok trainers completed her outfit. All the women watched her as she strolled towards them, more than one with a hint of jealousy over her lithe well- proportioned body. Five feet two inches tall and 34- 23-34 and with well defined muscular arms and legs she made quite a stunning sight. The thing that made her stand out from the rest of the group however was not her physique as at least half the women were as well built. But her flame red hair and very pale skin, in a room full of blondes with expensive tans. Once the class had started, Wendy took position in the middle row. Everything was going along smoothly and Wendy was beginning to enjoy herself. "Didn't know they let boys into the gym?" came a voice from behind her. Wendy stole a glance over shoulder and saw a blonde woman of about her own age and size wearing a pink lycra leotard with short sleeves. The blonde smiled and Wendy turned back thinking that she must have misheard. The class finished and they all went to shower and change. As Wendy went towards her locker she could hear the other women talking, one voice louder than the rest she recognised from the gym. "Did you see that new girl?" said the voice, "a complexion like Morticia Adams and that hair, no one could naturally have hair that colour." Wendy decided to ignore it. " Did you see her legs she looked like one of those European soccer players and as for her chest where the hell was it?" the voice continued. This last comment was too much and Wendy, who had a very short fuse stormed round to the other side of the lockers. "You did say something about me in the gym, didn't you?" she said, clenching her fists as she spotted the petite blonde who had been exercising behind her. "If you don't keep your gob shut, I'll ram your teeth down your throat." The blonde looked at her in open mouthed astonishment. Wendy turned to go to her own locker. "You don't look as though you could fight your way out of a wet paper bag," came the voice once more. Spinning round, Wendy unleashed her right fist, catching the blonde just above her eye and sending her flying backwards and crashing into the metal lockers. Once again Wendy turned away. "Hey Tammy you're not going to let her get away with that are you," said the voice. Realisation that she had got the wrong woman struck Wendy at about the same time as Tammy jumped on her back. They both fell to the floor Tammy on top, with her hands firmly locked into Wendy's short red hair. She pulled Wendy's head back and was about to bang it hard on the floor when some of the other women grabbed her and pulled her away. "Take it to the ring," said a tall powerfully built brunette, as a couple more woman picked Wendy up from the floor, "that's if you both still want to fight that is?" The two furious wildcats were shoved into the gym and lead to the ring. Despite the fact that they had no real reason to continue the scrap neither was prepared to back down and they duly climbed through the ropes into the ring. "No rules no time limit," said the brunette, " you just fight until one of you gives in. Agreed?" They both nodded anxiously, eager to get at one another again. The women holding them back released them and dived out of the ring quickly. Leaping at Wendy, Tammy tried to grab her hair again but was brought up short as Wendy's fist slammed into her belly. Bent double by the blow she couldn't stop Wendy grabbing her round the head and taking her to down to the floor, where she used her free hand to pummel the blonde's ribs. Tammy kicked out with her legs and tried to roll Wendy over unsuccessfully and resorted to grabbing a handful of red hair and pulling Wendy's head back. Wendy tried to adjust her grip on Tammy's head so that she could punch her in the face but as slightly released the pressure Tammy managed to break free and roll away. They both stood eyeing each other warily. "Come on Tammy get her!"screamed one of the watching women. Needing no further urging, the petite blonde sprang forward, this time throwing a punch of her own at Wendy's face. Wendy has the same idea and there was a loud crack as two sets of knuckles found the target, Tammy's fist landing flush on Wendy's nose and the red head's punch slamming into the blonde's eye. They both took a step backwards, Wendy dragged the back of her hand across the underside of her nose and was surprised to see it smeared with blood. Tammy recovered first and stormed forward her small fists beating a tattoo on the top of Wendy's head as she drove her backwards across the ring and against the ropes. Feeling her back touch the ropes Wendy grabbed hold of her assailant and desperate to stop the battering her head was taking, lifted her knee and drove it hard into Tammy's crotch. "Aarrgh!" screamed Tammy, as she fell to the canvas clutching her hands to the source of the pain between her legs. Wasting no time and with her nose now bleeding freely and dripped down to stain Tammy's pink leotard as she dropped onto the fallen blonde. Somehow Tammy wriggled free as Wendy tried to secure a submission hold on her. Slowly they both climbed back to their feet. Wendy's nose looked a gory mess and Tammy's left eye was red and puffy. "Come on fight," screamed the women from the ringside. The two small women came together again, each twisting their hands into the other's hair and pulling with all their strength. Tears of pain were rolling down their faces as they attempted to scalp each other. Wendy released her hold first and switched targets sinking her fingers into Tammy's tits, squeezing as hard as she could through the pink lycra. Tammy squealed and responded by kicking out at Wendy's legs. As Wendy tried to avoid Tammy's feet, she toppled them both to the mat. They now struggled for supremacy on the ground, first one then the other seeming to have the advantage. Both women were now clawing, twisting and pulling at each other's breasts, Wendy's black top had been ripped off exposing her small but firm 34a tits. Tammy's top had been ripped and pulled down and the small crowd at the ringside could see the red weals on her tits inflicted by Wendy's fingers. Suddenly Wendy found herself on top of the small blonde, Tammy was still clawing at her tits and painfully twisting her nipples. Releasing her own grip on her opponent's boobs she drew back her fist and smacked it hard into Tammy's face. Tammy let go of Wendy's boobs and tried to protect her face with her hands but Wendy managed to land two or three sharp punches drawing blood from the blondes nose before driving her fists into Tammy's now unprotected breasts. Tammy's resistance was beginning to fade under the constant assault from Wendy's fists and every blow drew a fresh cry of pain from the blonde, but she wouldn't give in. Wendy stopped punching and grabbed hold of Tammy's wrists and pushed them out above her head. Although she knew what was coming she no longer had the strength to stop Wendy from moving into position, her knees either side of her head and with her crotch barely a hair's breadth from Tammy's face. "Give you bitch?" Wendy screamed at her. "Yeess!" sobbed Tammy hardly able to breathe with Wendy astride her face and her nose streaming with blood. Wendy stood up, swaying on unsteady legs she knew that she couldn't have fought for much longer. As she started to turn away Tammy started to rise, fearing another attack from the blonde Wendy swung back and gave her a sharp kick in the guts sending her crying back to the canvas. "She said she gave up you limey bitch!" hissed the voice from the ringside. Wendy scanned the faces of the women standing around the ring and finally spotted the owner of the voice. She was another blonde about 5-9 tall with a deep tan and huge tits. Flames of hatred welled up in Wendy and she hurled herself out of the ring at the bigger woman but she never got close with a sound like two billiard balls colliding the blonde's fist slammed into her jaw knocking her straight onto her back. "Here how do you like this?" said the blonde lowering herself onto Wendy's face and smothering her. Too tired to struggle Wendy was forced to give in. The big blonde climbed off of her but before she left she bent down and ripped away Wendy's briefs. "I'll take these as a souvenir," she said, before she turned and sauntered away.