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ADULT MATERIAL, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU!!

I would like to thank my CO-AUTHOR in this one www.deviantart.com/scufflesoro… for cleaning up my writing mess and making this into a much easier to read and hopefully enjoy work of fiction and also for adding some wonderful content.

Chrissie and I were released from the hospital after only 7 days, after a gruesome beating we endured in a 8-way battle royal (which was a setup to get us into a 2-vs-6 belly-punching match). Well, I was in the hospital only 5 days, I was kept at the club over the weekend following the match, while the VIP group continued using and humiliating me as their naked service maid. With all our time spent just recovering in our hospital beds in agonizing pain, we haven’t been able to train at all for our upcoming match. In fact, although our injuries have technically healed (or at least healed enough to be released from the hospital) it still hurts just to move. Our entire bodies are still sore from the beatings we took. We aren’t given details on our match for tonight, we were only told that it’s a 3-vs-3 tag team match with “special rules”. We aren’t told who our opponents are, or who our 3rd partner is going to be, but the best we can hope for is, she will carry the match and we don’t have to do much.

The night of the match, we are introduced to our 3rd teammate. Sally is a brand new fighter, and from the looks of her, she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, as the once-honorable wrestling company we have contracts for was recently bought out by a sadistic man named Bo, who has no regard for the safety of his fighters. Sally is only 5’-2” (1.57m) and 105 lbs (47kg). Not much better than Chrissie, at 5’-0” (1.52m) and 100lbs (45kg), not to mention me, Lil Peaches, at 4’-10” (1.47m) and 89lbs (40kg). We still don’t know the details of the fight, or the identity of our opponents, but at this point I know, we can’t count on our partner to carry the fight, and I’m just hoping our opponents aren’t that much bigger than us, or at least with any luck, the match rules will let us submit if things get too bad.

It’s show time, and the wrestling company owner, Bo, steps in the ring to announce the fight,. “Tonight’s match is a no-time limit, no-disqualification, 3-on-3 tag team match with special conditions! Each member of the opposing team must be eliminated to claim victory! There are 3 ways a fighter can be eliminated: Submission, Knockout, or Pinfall. Once a fighter has been eliminated using one of these three methods, that method cannot be used again! For example: if one fighter is K.O.’d, their teammates can no longer lose by being K.O.’d, and can only be eliminated by submitting, or being pinned, at which point, the last team member can only lose by the last remaining method!” We weren’t made aware of these rules before-hand. We have no time to strategize and prepare for how we’re going to work together with these conditions. Bo continues, “ ….Also! …..We are going to try out a special tag-match rule, I'm naming… ‘The Bo-Man Rush’! This puts pressure on the losing team, by allowing one additional member of the opposing team to ‘rush’ into the ring, every time a teammate is eliminated. If 1 teammate has fallen, 1 opposing member can enter the ring. If 2 teammates are eliminated, the entire opposing team can be in the ring simultaneously, turning this 3-on-3 tag match into a 2-vs-1 or even 3-vs-1 handicap match!” I don’t like the sound of these rules… I’m starting to get nervous, but we will probably be fine.

“And now…” Bo continues, “Introducing tonight’s contenders! ...In this corner, everyone's favorite petite beauties, Lil Peaches and Chrissie Kreme, ‘Peaches and Kreme’!” The crowd cheers and applauds as Chrissie and I come into view from backstage. “And their 3rd partner, newcomer Sally!” The 3 of us make our way to the ring, as the crowd cheers. Many crowd members reach their hands out, and we high-five them as we pass. “And introducing their opponents… This is going to be a battle of the sexes… Don, Dru, and Dan, ‘The D-Brothers’!” My heart stops… I turn around to face the stage entrance as the brothers come into view. Don is the smallest brother.... at 6’-5” (1.95m) and 370lbs (168kg) of pure muscle… Dru is 6’-6” (1.98m) and 380lbs (172kg), and Dan… is a 6’-8” (2.03m) and 400lb (181kg) monster. Each one alone could easily beat the 3 of us together. Obviously Bo never heard of weight-class. Combined, The D-Brother’s 1,150lbs (521kg) of raw monstrous muscle greatly eclipse our combined weight of a meager 294lbs (132kg). This isn’t good. Our only hope is to try to win or lose the match as quickly as possible.

I volunteer to go first, hoping to catch their first teammate off guard and try to go for a pin. This would allow Chrissie to join me 2-on-1 for their next man and we’ll have better odds. I enter the ring, and The D-Brothers send in Don first, the “little” brother, but still more than 3-times my weight and seemingly twice my height. The bell rings. We circle each other for a moment, before I charge at him, delivering the best punch I have straight into his abs, but the only thing I hurt was my own fist and wrist as Don stood there and laughed. I ran at the ropes, bouncing off, going for a clothesline… and it lands! But again, he doesn’t even look phased. It was as if I was a fly trying to go through solid glass. I bounce off the ropes again, this time trying to kick him in the stomach, but he caught my foot, held it in the air for a moment as I hopped around on my other foot trying not to fall, before shoving me down on the mat with such force, all the wind immediately exited my lungs as I lay there, winded. He watches me as I struggle to get back to my feet, so far he has not fought back, and only that time he has actually countered, it was like he was testing my abilities. After I catch my breath, I dive in trying to take his leg out from under him by using my entire body weight on his leg. Don stands there laughing, as he barely even feels my best attempt at taking him down. I cry out as he grabs my hair and pulls me up so hard, he lifts me off the mat and flings me back into his corner. I gasp as the breath is knocked from me and before I could breathe in again, he immediately charges in sending a knee into my soft belly, as I try to gasp, but there is no air left in my lungs to do so. The entire ring shakes with the force of the impact, and my mouth makes an “O” as I had no more air to exhale. Dru grabs my arms and holds them behind the corner post while Dan sends more knees into my belly, each one shaking the ring, seemingly moving a few inches after every blow, then Don tags in Dan, the biggest brother. Dan and Don both attack me with knees to my breasts and my pussy at the same time while I'm being held in the corner by Dru. They continue using small windows of time to tap each other in and double-team me as long as the referee will allow. Eight and a half minutes later my bikini top has been removed and used to bind my hands behind my back, leaving me wearing only the tiny thong I was ordered to wear by Bo.

Chrissie is beside herself with anger as the men rarely let me out of their corner and have spent the entire match so far double and triple teaming me, she has started into the ring several times but the referee, paid off by Bo, always rushes over to stop her, leaving the men to continue their brutal assault. I would have submitted by now, but I’m trying to save our 1 submit for our last teammate left. I wish I could just pass out, I could use our K.O., but they are avoiding knocking me completely unconscious to try to keep my in the fight as long as possible.

Suddenly Don flings me across the ring but apparently he didn't account for his strength or how light I am but either way I wind up being flung breasts first into my own corner then collapse to the mat soaked in sweat, barely conscious, and in great agony. Chrissie reaches in and tags me, pulling me outside the ring, and yells at Sally to untie my hands, and rushes into the ring charging Don. Don sees her coming and grins as he sends a massive right fist with enough force to knock out an elephant, nearly taking Chrissie's head off. Chrissie falls to the mat out cold. The ref checks her and confirms she’s eliminated by knockout and calls for the medics to remove her from the match.

The referee looks over to Sally and me, but with the beating I endured, Sally is the only one who can go into the ring. Sally hasn’t had enough time to untie my hands, and she stands up, looking very scared after seeing what had happened to me and then she sees what happened to Chrissie and watches as Dru joins Don in the ring. It will be 2 of them vs her because of the “Bo-Man Rush” ruleset. Panicking, she yells, “I submit!” and runs off backstage before even trying to untie my hands.

Don steps into the ring and now it's a legal 3-vs-1 handicap match and I can't submit and if they knock me out that will not end the match. Only a pin will finish the match and I would have to gain wins over all 3 of them to win the match. Dan walks over, reaches through the ropes to where I'm still collapsed on the outside of the ring apron, and grabs me by my hair to drag my bound and half-naked body back into the ring, not even 1 minute after I got tapped out by Chrissie. I spent the first 8 and a half minutes of the match being double and triple teamed, limited to their corner, but now the 3 of them can all be in the ring together, it looks like I am going to spend the rest of this “no time limit”, “no-disqualification” match being the chew toy in a dog pile. I go in-and-out of consciousness throughout the rest of the match, as the 3 brothers enjoy themselves beating my body for as long as they want, with no signs of pinning me to finish the match anyitime soon...

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ADULT MATERIAL, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU!!

I would like to thank my CO-AUTHOR in this one www.deviantart.com/scufflesoro… for cleaning up my writing mess and making this into a much easier to read and hopefully enjoy work of fiction and also for adding some wonderful content.

Chrissie and I were released from the hospital after only 7 days, after a gruesome beating we endured in a 8-way battle royal (which was a setup to get us into a 2-vs-6 belly-punching match). Well, I was in the hospital only 5 days, I was kept at the club over the weekend following the match, while the VIP group continued using and humiliating me as their naked service maid. With all our time spent just recovering in our hospital beds in agonizing pain, we haven’t been able to train at all for our upcoming match. In fact, although our injuries have technically healed (or at least healed enough to be released from the hospital) it still hurts just to move. Our entire bodies are still sore from the beatings we took. We aren’t given details on our match for tonight, we were only told that it’s a 3-vs-3 tag team match with “special rules”. We aren’t told who our opponents are, or who our 3rd partner is going to be, but the best we can hope for is, she will carry the match and we don’t have to do much.

The night of the match, we are introduced to our 3rd teammate. Sally is a brand new fighter, and from the looks of her, she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, as the once-honorable wrestling company we have contracts for was recently bought out by a sadistic man named Bo, who has no regard for the safety of his fighters. Sally is only 5’-2” (1.57m) and 105 lbs (47kg). Not much better than Chrissie, at 5’-0” (1.52m) and 100lbs (45kg), not to mention me, Lil Peaches, at 4’-10” (1.47m) and 89lbs (40kg). We still don’t know the details of the fight, or the identity of our opponents, but at this point I know, we can’t count on our partner to carry the fight, and I’m just hoping our opponents aren’t that much bigger than us, or at least with any luck, the match rules will let us submit if things get too bad.

It’s show time, and the wrestling company owner, Bo, steps in the ring to announce the fight,. “Tonight’s match is a no-time limit, no-disqualification, 3-on-3 tag team match with special conditions! Each member of the opposing team must be eliminated to claim victory! There are 3 ways a fighter can be eliminated: Submission, Knockout, or Pinfall. Once a fighter has been eliminated using one of these three methods, that method cannot be used again! For example: if one fighter is K.O.’d, their teammates can no longer lose by being K.O.’d, and can only be eliminated by submitting, or being pinned, at which point, the last team member can only lose by the last remaining method!” We weren’t made aware of these rules before-hand. We have no time to strategize and prepare for how we’re going to work together with these conditions. Bo continues, “ ….Also! …..We are going to try out a special tag-match rule, I'm naming… ‘The Bo-Man Rush’! This puts pressure on the losing team, by allowing one additional member of the opposing team to ‘rush’ into the ring, every time a teammate is eliminated. If 1 teammate has fallen, 1 opposing member can enter the ring. If 2 teammates are eliminated, the entire opposing team can be in the ring simultaneously, turning this 3-on-3 tag match into a 2-vs-1 or even 3-vs-1 handicap match!” I don’t like the sound of these rules… I’m starting to get nervous, but we will probably be fine.

“And now…” Bo continues, “Introducing tonight’s contenders! ...In this corner, everyone's favorite petite beauties, Lil Peaches and Chrissie Kreme, ‘Peaches and Kreme’!” The crowd cheers and applauds as Chrissie and I come into view from backstage. “And their 3rd partner, newcomer Sally!” The 3 of us make our way to the ring, as the crowd cheers. Many crowd members reach their hands out, and we high-five them as we pass. “And introducing their opponents… This is going to be a battle of the sexes… Don, Dru, and Dan, ‘The D-Brothers’!” My heart stops… I turn around to face the stage entrance as the brothers come into view. Don is the smallest brother.... at 6’-5” (1.95m) and 370lbs (168kg) of pure muscle… Dru is 6’-6” (1.98m) and 380lbs (172kg), and Dan… is a 6’-8” (2.03m) and 400lb (181kg) monster. Each one alone could easily beat the 3 of us together. Obviously Bo never heard of weight-class. Combined, The D-Brother’s 1,150lbs (521kg) of raw monstrous muscle greatly eclipse our combined weight of a meager 294lbs (132kg). This isn’t good. Our only hope is to try to win or lose the match as quickly as possible.

I volunteer to go first, hoping to catch their first teammate off guard and try to go for a pin. This would allow Chrissie to join me 2-on-1 for their next man and we’ll have better odds. I enter the ring, and The D-Brothers send in Don first, the “little” brother, but still more than 3-times my weight and seemingly twice my height. The bell rings. We circle each other for a moment, before I charge at him, delivering the best punch I have straight into his abs, but the only thing I hurt was my own fist and wrist as Don stood there and laughed. I ran at the ropes, bouncing off, going for a clothesline… and it lands! But again, he doesn’t even look phased. It was as if I was a fly trying to go through solid glass. I bounce off the ropes again, this time trying to kick him in the stomach, but he caught my foot, held it in the air for a moment as I hopped around on my other foot trying not to fall, before shoving me down on the mat with such force, all the wind immediately exited my lungs as I lay there, winded. He watches me as I struggle to get back to my feet, so far he has not fought back, and only that time he has actually countered, it was like he was testing my abilities. After I catch my breath, I dive in trying to take his leg out from under him by using my entire body weight on his leg. Don stands there laughing, as he barely even feels my best attempt at taking him down. I cry out as he grabs my hair and pulls me up so hard, he lifts me off the mat and flings me back into his corner. I gasp as the breath is knocked from me and before I could breathe in again, he immediately charges in sending a knee into my soft belly, as I try to gasp, but there is no air left in my lungs to do so. The entire ring shakes with the force of the impact, and my mouth makes an “O” as I had no more air to exhale. Dru grabs my arms and holds them behind the corner post while Dan sends more knees into my belly, each one shaking the ring, seemingly moving a few inches after every blow, then Don tags in Dan, the biggest brother. Dan and Don both attack me with knees to my breasts and my pussy at the same time while I'm being held in the corner by Dru. They continue using small windows of time to tap each other in and double-team me as long as the referee will allow. Eight and a half minutes later my bikini top has been removed and used to bind my hands behind my back, leaving me wearing only the tiny thong I was ordered to wear by Bo.

Chrissie is beside herself with anger as the men rarely let me out of their corner and have spent the entire match so far double and triple teaming me, she has started into the ring several times but the referee, paid off by Bo, always rushes over to stop her, leaving the men to continue their brutal assault. I would have submitted by now, but I’m trying to save our 1 submit for our last teammate left. I wish I could just pass out, I could use our K.O., but they are avoiding knocking me completely unconscious to try to keep my in the fight as long as possible.

Suddenly Don flings me across the ring but apparently he didn't account for his strength or how light I am but either way I wind up being flung breasts first into my own corner then collapse to the mat soaked in sweat, barely conscious, and in great agony. Chrissie reaches in and tags me, pulling me outside the ring, and yells at Sally to untie my hands, and rushes into the ring charging Don. Don sees her coming and grins as he sends a massive right fist with enough force to knock out an elephant, nearly taking Chrissie's head off. Chrissie falls to the mat out cold. The ref checks her and confirms she’s eliminated by knockout and calls for the medics to remove her from the match.

The referee looks over to Sally and me, but with the beating I endured, Sally is the only one who can go into the ring. Sally hasn’t had enough time to untie my hands, and she stands up, looking very scared after seeing what had happened to me and then she sees what happened to Chrissie and watches as Dru joins Don in the ring. It will be 2 of them vs her because of the “Bo-Man Rush” ruleset. Panicking, she yells, “I submit!” and runs off backstage before even trying to untie my hands.

Don steps into the ring and now it's a legal 3-vs-1 handicap match and I can't submit and if they knock me out that will not end the match. Only a pin will finish the match and I would have to gain wins over all 3 of them to win the match. Dan walks over, reaches through the ropes to where I'm still collapsed on the outside of the ring apron, and grabs me by my hair to drag my bound and half-naked body back into the ring, not even 1 minute after I got tapped out by Chrissie. I spent the first 8 and a half minutes of the match being double and triple teamed, limited to their corner, but now the 3 of them can all be in the ring together, it looks like I am going to spend the rest of this “no time limit”, “no-disqualification” match being the chew toy in a dog pile. I go in-and-out of consciousness throughout the rest of the match, as the 3 brothers enjoy themselves beating my body for as long as they want, with no signs of pinning me to finish the match anyitime soon...