TWEETY VS. KIM


socking it to each other!

Wrestling Tweety, Kim, and WRob put this photo shoot together especially for The Story Corner some time ago. That's why they wrestled in thick white socks. Three people at the top of my "good" list!
TWEETY VS. KIM!
Lorie Has Her Day

as told by the mouse

I was reclining in my easy chair...an old Cracker Jack box chewed out in just the right places...watching my favorite human working at her desk. Her name was Lorie. She taught this high school student body with all her heart. Thought she would mold her students into well rounded citizens with a bright future. She worked long hours and often stayed over to grade papers or help her struggling few with extra help. The students loved her and she returned that affection with dedication to each.
She stood 5'3" and had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was shaped well for a human. Lorie finished her mountain of paper work and was about to leave when a figure appeared in the opaque glass of her door. The teacher had changed from her dress to bluejeans in the teachers' lounge after regular classes had ended,knowing she would be working alone after hours. Her sneakers and thick white socks were bright under her desk,both items being brand new. The blue designs on the sneakers were sleek and clean...not a scuff anywhere. She also wore a light green tee shirt.
The door swung open and a skinny figure of a woman stormed into Lorie's room. "How dare you"!!!!!!!!!!,said the woman. Lorie stood and tried to calm the irate woman but to no availe. "Without warning,the woman swung out and plastered Lorie in the face with an evil open hand slap! Lorie jolted to her side and staggered from her desk. The skinny woman rushed around the desk and caught Lorie with another hard smack in the face! Lorie stumbled back and bumped into the black board. Tears ran down the teacher's face as she demanded to know what this was all about. The skinny woman screeched,"I shall pummel you to bits!" Lorie was now standing firmly on her new sneakers and was ready for the next attack. The skinny woman,Muffy,stormed at Lorie and swung again! Lorie blocked the slap and countered with a heavy slap that cracked across Muffy's over done make up caked face. The skinny woman reeled around and almost fell to the floor but was saved by the desk. A tear ran down her right cheek as she promised a sound thrashing to the stunned teacher. Lorie moved away from her desk and into open space in front of the students' desks. Muffy snarled as she rubbed her stinging face and moved to meet Lorie. The teacher moved slowly in a circular motion with Muffy following. They glared at each other and Muffy attacked! She quickly reached into Lorie's hair and latched on with all her might! Lorie countered and a violent tugging match began! Both women screamed out as they tried to rip out as much hair as they could pull. They struggled in the open area and leaned and swayed as they fought. After bumping into the teacher's desk,the fighting women stayed latched onto each other and fell onto the desk top. Lorie had cleared the desk of all items in advance of the weekly wax job that the custodian did every Friday night.
Muffy's long track pants rode up to her knees as the women rolled in a tight ball on the desk top. The skinny woman was also wearing new white sneakers with pink stripes and heavy white aerobics socks. Her warm up jacket got tangled between them and Muffy and Lorie broke off the engagement and regained their footing on the floor. Muffy peeled the jacket off and revealed a sleevless white tee shirt. Lorie waited and caught her breath. They wiped the hair from their faces and picked their opponents' hair from their fingers before resuming.
Lorie decided to take the offensive and came in swinging! Muffy met her head on and they erupted into a wild slap fest that saw them batter away at each other in the open space of class room. Lorie stood toe to toe with Muffy and battled her slap for slap. Their faces glowed red from the stinging blows and their hair was a sweaty,matted mess! Lorie closed in and got Muffy in a one arm embrace while she pummeled her with hard right punches to Muffy's body. Muffy groaned loudly and countered with the same tactic. The women swaggered about locked in heated combat and headed for the desk rows. They moved into the idle desks and continued fighting. Their struggling bodies pushed the desks out of their way as they continued to punch each other harshly.
Lorie remembered a move she had seen on Monday Night Raw and slid her hip to the side,then forced Muffy over her hip and into the air! A picture perfect hip toss sent Muffy careening into the air and she landed on a desk. Next,she bounced off and sailed to the floor in a heap! Lorie watched in awe as her simple move caused her opponent to end up in a shambles! Muffy hit the floor hard and sobbed loudly. Lorie went to her and pulled her up by her hair. She followed with a cruel right uppercut to her skinny face! Muffy flew again! This time she ended in between a row of desks. After thirty seconds or so, Muffy slowly got to her feet and ran into Lorie full steam! The collision sent them to the floor and into a tangled mass of womankind! They locked each other up in knots and rolled across the floor. Their legs became intertwined like warring vines and their arms embraced each other in vise like grasps. Sobbing by both filled the room.
Squeaking sneakers dragged the floor as they fought in this tight embrace. Muffy hissed as Lorie snarled and I adjusted my fur. The desks were strewn about the class room like toys as the women battled around the floor. The wall broke them apart as they rolled into it hard. Grunts and gasps as they rolled apart and waited on their knees. Lorie and Muffy gasped for air as they cried and waited for the other to fight again.
They moved to each other,still on their knees, gently embraced each other and began to squeeze tighter and tighter! Double bearhugs on their knees! Head to head,they leaned against each other and cried out as each crushed the other in this body to body embrace. On and on they fought in each others' arms. Neither moved in any direction except to sway and lean forward and backward. Lorie looked around at her devastated class room and promised herself victory. Muffy tried but just didn't have any more to fight. She uttered her surrender and promised no further action.
Lorie released her foe and sat in bewilderment. Muffy crawled to her jacket and struggled to stand. Lorie got to her tired feet and Muffy said, "Well Miss Lansdale,I guess Skippy will have to live with an A minus." Lorie said,"I am Miss Lansdowne! Miss Lansdale is two rooms down!" The embarassed Muffy uttered,"Whoops! My mistake!" She limped out of the room as Lorie began to laugh out loud.
The End

This one was written for my on line pal...Lorie.

Wrestling for Dollars

The studio was standing room only as the house lights came up and the theme music began to play. The crowd cheered as the emcee for the show entered and strolled to his podium. Dash Riptide grinned through gleaming white teeth and greeted the audience. They numbered about thirty people since the studio was fairly small. The big draw was to the television audience which numbered in the thousands in Cremlar. A small ring with three ropes around it stood at center stage. Dash introduced the contestants for today's match. "From the Remsen region, greet our labratory technician and mother of three....Serena Hoffstedder!!!" The audience cheered as a woman in her mid-forties glided down the short distance to Dash's side. A green ring robe covered her as she smiled nervously and shook Dash's hand warmly. He complimented her on her dark, brown hair which she wore loosley to her shoulders, and said to the crowd,"Is this a real beauty or what?" She was, her face a work of art resembling the Mona Lisa's likeness. Her body was slightly rounded from her childbirthing past but was most pleasant to view. "From the Carduvan region,greet our bookeeper and mother of three as well...Margaret Vanderglelder!!!" Dash seemed more enthusiastic than usual as Margaret was also quite attractive. She had shaggy blonde shoulder length hair worn loosely, and a pretty face. Her body also boar the childbearing reminders, rounded slightly but just enough to compliment her stature. Dash had two beauties this day and he made no effort to hide his excitement at the fact that each would soon begin the "game". They also shook hands warmly, an equally nervous smile on her girl next door face. Dash positioned them on either side of his podium, Margaret adorned in a pink ring robe. He asked Serena,"Do you think you can win the game fairly easily today?" Serena paused for a second and answered,"I think I can take her,Dash!" The audience bellowed as Dash turned to Margaret and repeated the question. She shyly responded,"I have all intentions of winning against her,Dash!" The audience bellowed once more and the women were given last minute instructions on the contest rules. They would compete in rounds with no biting or scratching allowed. When the bell rang for a round's end,they had to break it up and return to their corners. Failure to heed any of the rules would immediately disqualify the rule breaker. Both women warily nodded their understanding and were instructed to their prearranged corners,where the show's corner persons awaited them. Hilda sat Serena down on her stool and gave her a few tips on what she should do. This was all that was allowed on the coaching aspect of the game. Once the first round started, no other instructions were to be given. The women were on their own. Gertrude sat Margaret down and whispered tactical moves into her ear. She nervously stared across the ring at Serena, who nervously stared back. On this show, contestants were picked on their lack of experience in the physical contest that they agreed to take part in. The winner would receive $10,000 with the looser getting $5,000. A generous supply of sponsors kept the till filled with prize money as well as supplied the gear that each contestant wore. Hilda and Gertrude patted each woman gently and wished them luck. They stood and removed their robes, handing them to the cornerpersons. Serena stood fidgeting in a green one piece bathing suit, elbow and knee pads,wrestling boots,all green, and thick,white aerobics socks that she had pulled to top height or about three quarters way up her calves. Margaret stood in a pink one piece suit, elbow and knee pads of the same color, pink wrestling boots,and thick, bulky white gym socks that she wore slightly scrunched down above her boots. She too fidgeted in her corner, unsure of the task ahead and not accustomed to this sort of activity. They appeared self consciencious in front of the audience as they waited for the opening bell. Dash wished each of them luck and motioned the time keeper to get things rolling. Ding!!! Serena and Margaret flinched at the sudden noise and awkwardly began to move to each other across the ring. Maragret felt her soft boots stepping along the canvas ring floor and thought that these would be great at home for those lazy days in the comfort of her house. Comfortable to say the least,she thought. Her opponent was thinking a similar thought at the footware's comfort and glimpsed down at her feet. She looked up in time to see that they had moved to within inches of each other and neither was poised for the other. Arms still at their sides, Serena and Margaret stopped dead in their tracks and stood, breast to breast,their excited breathing rubbing them in a most senusious manner. Embarrassed and blushing, the women grasped onto each other and began to push each other in a standing test of strength. Each tried to force the other backwards but they were equal and stayed locked in one place. Margaret moved to her right and continued to puch Serena, who followed her lead and they slid in a circular pushing motion. Their circles took them to the ropes where they lightly bounced off them and broke off contact from each other. Margaret sighed deeply at having no luck in pushing her opponent as Serena took a moment and moved to meet her again. They made contact and enveloped each other in a closer lockup this time. Mutual tight embraces clamped around their upper bodies, their breasts mashed together like warring clouds as they struggled more intently now. Grunts and groans floated from both sweet voices as they struggled about the ring. Serena and Margaret swayed in a vise like grip that had them tripping over each other. Their bulky footware made contact as their legs intertwined during the struggling. Margaret attempted to throw Serena off but the dark haired woman held her tightly, refusing to let go. Serena wrapped her legs even tighter about Margaret's, causing them to topple to the ring floor.
This began a rolling contest that neither woman wanted bottom position in. Serena gritted her teeth as she forced Margaret over and the blonde gritted her's as well, forcing them to reverse once again. They still embraced like squeezing anacondas from head to toe and continued to slowly roll over and over around the ring. Margaret groaned as she and her opponent held each other in hostile embraces, laying on the canvas ring floor in front of cheering strangers and countless television viewers.
They slowed to a stable position and continued to squeeze each other to a breathless stalemate. Their legs battled in an entwined stalemate as well, causing them both to relax their grips momentarily to regain composure. If any viewer had tuned to the channel at this point, they would have thought they were viewing a lesbian scene from a foreign movie. Two middle aged women laying in a tangled embrace from head to toe, holding each other motionless on a bed of canvas, breathing deeply into each others' ears, expressons of fear and fatigue on their faces. Fellini would have been proud! Ding!!! They moved apart and returned to their corners.
Each was given a towel and cool drink between rounds. Their ringpersons massaged them but spoke not a word. Serena seemed pleased with her stalemate against Margaret. Margaret was equally confident with her show against Serena. With the commercial break over, the bell sounded,ding!!!, and the women slowly got up and moved into battle once more.
As they made contact this time, Serena held her opponent off with straight arms and held Margaret in such a way as to kick her. She pulled back her right wrestling boot and kicked Margaret squarely in her left shin. Margaret squeeled out as the soft toe of the boot slammed into her. The surprised woman was quick to return the favor and slammed her own right wrestling boot into Serena's left shin. Serena chirped out a faint squeel of her own and settled in on a kicking duel with Margaret. The angering women stood against each other at arms length and launched booted toe after booted toe into each others' shins and calves. They gasped and squeeled as the soft laced feet of their opponent's slammed into their beautiful legs. Serena was glad she had opted to pull her thick socks straight up as they supplied some protection against the onslaught of attacking kicks. Margaret realized this and shoved her opponent against the ropes,kneeing her in the stomach. Serena gasped out and bent over as Margaret backed away a few steps and reached for her thick white socks. She pulled them straight up to full height and beckoned her opponent to resume the battle. Serena glared at Margaret and lurched towards her. They locked up again and resumed the kicking battle of legs. The sounds of soft boots against thick socks thudded around the studio as the audience cheered their encouragement to both women.
Ding!!! For a second, both women continued to kick at each other but shoved away to return to the corners for a rest. Serena cursed her opponent as she pulled her socks up, they had fallen slightly during the last encounter. Margaret promised her opponent revenge as she pulled her own fallen socks up. Ding!!!
They stormed out of their corners and rammed into each other with legs flailing away with heated conflict. Margaret was getting the better of Serena after a heated exchange of kicks and bulled her against the ropes. Once there, she began a knee attack to Serena's body, holding her closley against her and using the ropes to trap her there. Serena wailed out as she was forced to absorb Margaret's kneepads against her soft body. Margaret leaned against her foe and decided to rest for a second. Serena used the move to batter a hard right knee of her own into Margaret's thigh. She followed with a barrage of knees that caused Margaret to cry out and attempt retreat. Serena felt her grip on Margaret slipping as the blonde shoved away from her. She swung out with a wide right as Margaret broke loose from her. The punch clipped Serena's nose but did not draw blood.
Serena, at having been tagged, balled her dainty fists into weapons and marched after Margaret. Margaret backed away from her attacker and they moved around the ring with Serena swinging out and Margaret blocking the blows. After the third trip around the canvas, Margaret planted her feet solidly and swung back...hard! She rammed a right fist into Serena's left cheek and sent the dark haired woman into retreat. Now Margaret pursued Serena around the ring,swinging away with wide punches that clipped her opponent from time to time. Serena found herself in a corner with Margaret up against her. They began a close fist fight that each fought with both fists to all parts. They fought heatedly in the corner with body punches and a few that caught faces as they leaned against each other and battled.
Margaret took a hard shot to her stomach that brought her to the canvas. Serena stood by and welcomed the rest. The blonde got up and plowed into Serena, tackling her to the canvas. They pounded to the ring floor and erupted into a vicious brawl of hair pulling and punches. Each schreeked out as they battled in heated combat. Margaret and Serena locked together into a ball of tangled females, lashing out at whatever they could. They pounded away at each other with brutal punches that sunk into their soft bodies. Feminine hands ripped at flowing hair as they wrapped each other up into tortureous conflict. Serena and Margaret weeped freely as they struggled to best their opponent. Ding!!! The two women kicked each other away and staggered to their corners.
Serena sobbed quietly as her opponent Margaret, weeped into her towel. Sweat drenched them as they waited to get at each other again. Margaret and Serena glared at each other and stood up before the bell. Ding!!! They shuffeled back into combat.
Margaret and Serena collided at mid ring. They struggled sluggishly to get some kind of grasp on their opponent. Serena managed a side headlock on Margaret and twisted the woman's neck harshly. The blonde gasped and groaned at having been trapped by Serena's hold. Their boots got tangled with each other and the two women staggered to the ropes. Margaret slammed her elbow into Serena's side, releasing the headlock. Margaret wasted no time and clamped an equally cruel sidelock on Serena. She twisted the dark haired woman's neck and pulled on her hair as well. Serena reached for Margaret's thigh, took aim, and fired two rapid punches to the soft flesh. Margaret yelped out as the fists struck. Serena,still trapped in the hold, launched two more punches to the same area. Margaret held on and twisted Serena's head tighter. The dark haired woman stomped her right foot hard onto Margaret's boot laces three times, finally freeing herself. She lurched onto Margaret and drove her to the corner. Once there, Serena erupted into a barrage of lefts and rights to Margaret's body. Margaret returned fire and the women fought a close body to body punching duel for the following five minutes. They wailed and sobbed as they battled with raw rage. Serena managed to land a damaging uppercut to Margaret's left breast that slowed her to clinch with Serena. They leaned against the turnbuckle locked tightly in the clinch and stood motionless for another five minutes. They seemed to be resting and waiting for the bell to stop the fight. The audience fell silent as they waited to see what would happen next. The sobbing women almost seemed to be embracing now, each had relaxed their fists and held their hands loosely in half held fists. Serena looked over to Dash and her expression told it all. When does this end? Dash held up a card that read...ONE MINUTE TO GO! At that point, Margaret happened to look over Serena's shoulder and saw the card. One minute to go and no winner yet.
Serena and Margaret sighed through their tears and broke off the clinch, circling each other around the ring, fists up like boxers. They began to throw wild, overhand punches at each other, connecting from time to time. They moved slowly as they battered away a each other in a cruel ballet of female desperation. Margaret and Serena heard the audience start the countdown at ten and battled harder with each punch. Serena closed her eyes and swung out with all she had left. Her knuckles crashed into Margaret's face. just under her left eye. Serena opened her eyes to see her opponent sinking to the canvas. The blonde collasped at Serena's feet, grasping her wrestling boots where they met her thick socks,which now layed scrunched in bulky masses of white knitted material. Margaret weeped quietly as Serena stepped away from her and waited for her to get up.
Ding!!! "Time's up!!!, bellowed Dash. Margaret layed in a cuddled mass as Dash reached for Serena's hand and lifted it above her pounding headache. "The winner!!!", he crooned. "Watch next week for our show with a special match!!!" "The midgets will be here for a mixed match!!!". With that, Dash signed off and it was time for Leave It To Rasputen. After all...this is the land of Cremlar!
The End
BBW VERSUS FAT GUY
It was going to be a grudge match. The woman had challenged the fat guy to a boxing match after the guy had made fun of her on his web site. He referred to her as a big, breasted whore, instead of the big, beautiful woman. Enraged at this, she e-mailed him to arrange a meeting place where they would fight with boxing gloves until one either gave up or was knocked out. He aggreed on one condition, she would have to fight him on equal terms...topless...as he would be. She reluctantly agreed to his terms and the fight was set up, with no referee to be present during the match. A timer would be used to keep five minute rounds with three minute rest periods during the fight and the match would take place at a motel mid-way between their respective homes. They arrived early in the morning just after dawn and prepared to do battle in the empty room. What little furniture there was in that part of the motel room was moved to the adjoining bedroom. Both participants changed into their battle gear in the bathroom and silently waited in their corners for the opening bell. The woman stood nervously tapping her pink boxing gloves together. Pink boxing shorts, white sweat socks, and white boxing boots completed her ring attire. The fat guy stood calmly in his corner dressed in light blue boxing shorts, white boxing boots and white sweat socks. He grinned broadly as the woman glared across the make shift ring at him. An empty room with two stools and a large blanket made up the ring for the two topless fighters. Ding! The timer rang for the start of round one.
Both came out of their corners slowly and began to circle each other, gloves up and ready to strike. Fat guy fired first with a left jab that struck BBW ii her face. She chirped out and returned fire, a left jab that sailed past fat guy's right cheek. He smiled at her miss and threw his right glove into her face, hitting her left cheek. She cried out and threw her left glove into his gut. Fat guy gasped and lurched forward as BBW slammed her right glove into his face, his left cheek taking the full force of her punch. He spun around and retreated with BBW in hot pursuit. She pounded away at his back as he tried to regain his composure. BBW forced fat guy into the corner and managed to turn him around to face her. She pounded him with violent body punches at close quarters as he tried to cover up and protect himself. Ding! The bell rang and BBW scoffed at her opponent's feeble attempts to avoid combat and returned to her corner. Fat guy gasped deeply and flopped down onto his stool. BBW smiled broadly across the ring at fat guy and insulted his manhood. Ding! The now angry fat guy sailed across the ring to the unsuspecting BBW and unleashed a flurry of gloved punches that peppered her face and body. She wailed out as fat guy pounded away at her with lefts and rights tht thudded into all parts of her soft body and supple face. BBW fought back, hammering away at anything she could hit. The two enraged people stood toe to toe and battled violently until the bell brought them to an exhausted pause. They flopped down onto their stools and gasped in sweaty repose. BBW and fat guy were now showing bruises and swelling about their faces and bodies. The bell rang and they lumbered into each other, colliding at the center of the ring. Once there, they locked into a violent embrace and fought with close body punches for the entire round. The struggling pair staggered into the corner just as the bell rang. Fat guy pushed BBW harshly away and uttered something insulting about her mopther. BBW snarled and returned to her corner. The bell rang again and they slowly stood and moved to battle again. Fat guy went on the offensive, winding up and letting loose a wild barrage of wind mill punches that sailed in from all directions. His gloved fists pounded into BBW's breasts and body as she covered up her face. He hammered away until he grew weary and latched onto her in a loose but hostile embrace. They struggled slowly around the ring locked together in heated combat until the bell rang again. When they returned to combat, both were exhausted and spent but refused to give up. BBW met fat guy at center ring and fought him with labored punches. He battered away at her gut and breasts as they fought around the empty room. BBW gasped out that she had had enough after a rather harsh uppercut to her chest area, but fat guy refused to let her stop fighting and insisted that she finish the round. He held onto to the exhausted and beaten woman, chopping his right glove into her side as he held her in tight embrace until the round ended. When the bell rang this time, fat guy released his opponent and BBW slid down onto the floor, sobbing softly and gasping deeply. Fat guy raised his arms in triumph and left the ring. The BBW was still resting on the floor as fat guy changed into his street clothes and exited the motel room arena that had served as their ring. The BBW eventually recovered her composure and limped away in silence.
The end

Now where's that cat??? Page three >

Links to other sites on the Web

A new site by Richard!
Tweety's contact info and site.
Valerie, a mixed wrestler from Paris France.
Agnes, a mixed wrestler from Paris France.
Mixed wrestlers from Paris France.

Just a passing thought from the author-web master... If you are a female who has been bursting at the seems to tell your story of a past fight...or have a story suggestion...e-mail me and see it posted here at The Story Corner.

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