The bell rang; The tie-up saw both women pushing to the limit; Michelle took down Jeri with a headlock and tightened it around her neck; Jeri kicked furiously.
Jeri yanked her hair, and when Michelle instinctively grabbed her hands, it left her open for a face slam.
Michelle slapped the taste out of her mouth.
The slap rattled her, but she countered with another slam of her face; she peppered Michelle's ribs until Michelle doubled over; Jeri was running out of oxygen with the number of hooks she threw.
Michelle rebounded and, from her knees, tackled Jeri and destroyed her face; Jeri rolled on top and gave Michelle the same treatment, then she yanked Michelle by her hair and whipped her into the ropes.
Michelle hit the ropes and collapsed.
Jeri charged; Michelle ducked and used her momentum to flip her to the outside mat, but Jeri pulled back and protected herself from the impact, bounced back to her feet, and turned around as Michelle crashed into her like a meteoroid, sending her into the guardrail.
The crash landing took everything out of Michelle; The crowd cheered as the beauties lay wet, battered, and gasping for breath.
Michelle tried to move her slender legs; they only wobbled; Jeri lay against the guardrail as her chest heaved as fast as it could, and her eyes fluttered as she went in and out of consciousness. Sweat dripped from Michelle's chin, between her 32B tits, and between the ripples of her abs. Sweat from Jeri rolled down her lovely skin, collecting in her belly button and spilling down her thighs.
They made it to their feet, but Michelle was just a little quicker, and she threw herself into Jeri and swung for any open area; Jeri did not block; her arms dropped, and she fell into Michelle.
Michell flung Jeri over the rail; Jeri flopped into the crowd.
Michelle climbed over the rail, grabbed Jeri---and after many attempts to pick her up, she did but only had the strength to shove her into the crowd of folding chairs as spectators jumped out of the way.
One of her tits popped out and jiggled like jello.
Michelle grabbed an empty chair as spectators tried pulling the pinned people out and barely made it before the chair whistled down and crushed Jeri’s face.
Michelle could hardly lift her arms, but now she was using them to destroy Jeri with a now-dented chair before she came to her senses.
Michelle threw herself across Jeri’s broken body and hooked her legs; Jeri kicked out an inch before the ref’s hands hit the ground a third time. Michelle rolled over, buried her head in her arms, and nearly yanked her hair out.
She was so focused on hurting Jeri for having the audacity to continue that she yanked her straight to her knees
"stupid bitch", she yelled at Jeri, and cocked her fist back for a kill shot, never seeing Jeri grab the dented chair.
Jeri screamed to psych herself up. She slammed the chair between Michelle's shoulder blades and dropped her. She snarled and lit up Michelle’s back. Sweat splattered the spectators, and Jeri’s exposed tit bounced around, free as the wind. She threw the chair away and had to use her arms, head, and shoulders to roll Michelle onto her back to fall on top of her and hook both legs.
Michelle kicked out at one.
At. One.
Jeri’s head exploded, and her anger and adrenaline filled her energy tank full; she went off on the lady ref.
“How was that only a one? Are you fucking kidding me? HOW WAS THAT ONLY ONE?"
She smashed the ground with her fists, screamed, and threw the apex of tantrums, slapping food out of people’s hands, knocking over chairs, and spitting at the ref. All of that had taken the focus off of Michelle, and she had time to recollect herself, steal a beer bottle, and launch it at Jeri; It hit her square between the shoulder blades even though it was meant for the back of her head, but sweat, food grease, and fatigue fucked up her aim.
All it did was anger Jeri, so she threw the bottle back and struck Michelle’s face. The musty smell took her nostrils hostage, and the bitter taste rushed down her throat, and she gagged and felt like she was drowning.
Jeri stumbled over and tried to wrestle Michelle down for the pin, but they were both sapped.
So they brawled in the middle of the crowd. They tried to get to their feet, but every time, the other would pull them down; They dragged each other back to the ring; there was a whirlwind of punches, kicks, sweat, hair, and spit. They gowled at each other, the crowd cheered, fists against flesh made loud smacking sounds.
Michelle fell first, and Jeri tried to climb into the ring, but Michelle grabbed her foot and used her leg to climb her like a tree; They made it to the apron and clutched like boxers and continued where they left off. Jeri was knocked into the ropes but grabbed Michelle by her waist and tumbled backward back into the ring; In the process, Jeri grabbed the front of Michelle's swimsuit and straps on the side and tore them in such a way that half of it hung off of her and thus left one side of her body nude. They fought to the center of the ring; The front strap of Jeri's swimsuit was ripped and hung loosely and barely stayed cupped around her other tit.
Jeri threw a left punch, but Michelle didn’t even have to move for it to miss. Jeri tried it again with a right and got the same result. She tried again but couldn’ event curl her fist; She took one last glare at Michelle.
They knew where this was headed.
Jeri found enough strength to stick a middle finger in Michelle’s face. “I’ll see you in hell.”
Michelle bawled her fist, wound her arm, and let the spring go.
Jeri’s head flopped; she splattered onto the mat.
Michelle folded Jeri’s legs over her head. She let the sound of the crowd wash over her as the referee raised her arm after the three count.
