NIGWA 6, Claire, Twizzlar and I

Disclaimer : My stories are fictional. Everyone is over the age of 18. Names and places are fictional. The women are dominant over the men.

I was in the opening match this night. My opponent was none other than Claire the Bear. Claire was by far the most physically strong opponent so far.

Claire had the look of a bodybuilder. She was 6'2" of monster sexual appeal. I was not looking forward to the match, but I made it to the ring.

Claire came to the ring and flexed her 16" biceps as she tore off her shirt. This was a three fall anything goes match. I feared Claire like no other opponent. She was undefeated for the year.

I gazed at her to find any weakness. There is none. Claire has 6 pac abs and those legs could grind bricks into powder. This was going to be a painful match.

The bell rang and Claire giggled at me. I was going to be her free check for the week. I had tape around my abdomen and back with the hope that I wouldn't get hurt.

Claire is topless and even her boobs were muscles. She wasn't big in the boob area, but what she had was quality. Her boobs were pointy and perky.

She made her way to the middle of the ring. She motioned me to meet her in the middle of the ring.

I was more cautious than usual approaching the middle than usual. We circled each other and Claire lunged towards me to lock up collar to elbow.

I ducked the collar to elbow and went behind Claire. She was fast to grab my hand and fling me to the ropes. I bounced off to clothesline her.

Claire was ahead of me and bulldozed over me. I crashed hard to the mat. Before I could react, Claire sat on my face. She had adjusted her string bikini bottoms.

Her pussy lips were kissing my lips. Claire wiggled her ass on my face and rode my nose like a cowboy riding a mustang. The referee counted to 3 and I was pinned by face sitting.

Claire went to a neutral corner and removed her bottoms. The bell sounded for round 2. Claire hoisted me onto her shoulders into a backbreaker.

She body slammed me to the mat and walked around putting on a muscle show. I was on my feet in the corner watching her show. She turned to me and tried to shoulder block me into the turn buckle.

I dodged Claire and her shoulder went into the post. I hyper extend her arm after I pulled her to the center of the ring. Evidently she did injure her arm and shoulder. Claire tapped out.

We were tied up, 1-1. Claire became angry and glared at me. The bell rang to start the final round. She was favoring her left arm and shoulder.

I challenged Claire to a test of strength hoping that I could sucker her. She didn't fall for my trick as she decided to go for her bearhug.

"Oh fuck! " I screamed as Claire squeezed with her pythonic arms. I've suffered bodyscissors less powerful. I couldn't catch my breath.

I slammed my elbow on her injured shoulder. Claire released her bearhug and I collapsed on the mat. She retreated to her corner and rubbed her shoulder.

Claire quickly charged at me and I gave her an arm drag. I flipped her to the mat using her injured arm. Quickly, I worked on her sore arm and shoulder. Eventually she tapped out to my arm stretch.

I was up 2-1 and only needed one more fall to win. I was the only male to get a fall on Claire the Bear. There was a crowd building when the match started. Suddenly the arena was quiet.

Claire had her coach massaging her arm and shoulder. The referee asked Claire's coach if she could continue. The coach talked to Claire for a few seconds.

Claire tossed the towel in the center of the ring. I had actually won the match due to her injuries. They quickly took Claire to the hospital and had x-rays done. I followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Claire had dislocated her shoulder and strained her bicep. She was going to be out of wrestling for a few weeks. I went back to the studio to watch my brother Tim wrestle Twizzlar.

Twizzlar announced that she was going to get revenge by wrestling me and injuring me. I immediately went to the ring and accepted her challenge. I asked Tim to let me wrestle in his spot.

I saw fire in Twizzlar's eyes. Her clown mask didn't hide her anger. "This will be a grudge match. We will wrestle for 3 falls. How dare you injure Claire! Gawd I'm so mad!" Twizzlar yelled.

Twizzlar removed her robe. Her body was tense. Her muscles looked bigger and harder than normal. I became alarmed as Twizzlar was serious. No showing off or even or being playful.

I knew that I was in trouble. We met up in the middle of the ring. Twizzlar balled up her fists and punched me in the eye. I staggered back and landed flat on my back.

Twizzlar jumped and landed on my chest. She yelled "Gawd that felt good! I've been wanting to do that for a long time!" She then landed punches on my face. Both my eyes were almost swollen shut.

The referee pulled Twizzlar off of me and checked my face. The ref asked if I wanted to continue. I replied that I wanted to continue. Twizzlar looked at my bandaged abdominals.

Twizzlar shoved me into the corner and started pounding on my abdominal region. The punches seemed to get harder and harder. The referee pulled Twizzlar away from me.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't inhale. I fell to the mat and Twizzlar ripped the bandages off my abdomen. She then started raining more punches to my black and blue belly.

Twizzlar then announced "This is for hurting Claire! The Claw!!" She held up her right hand and used her left hand to support her wrist.

Twizzlar was kneeling beside me when she slammed her claw hold on my belly. "Holy shit! You bitch! Holy fuck! " I yelled, moaned and groaned.

Twizzlar stood beside me, bent over continuing the tummy claw. She pushed all her weight down into my belly. She wiggled her fingers a little bit causing me to become nauseous. I felt like puking.

Twizzlar came to her senses and released her claw hold. She planted her foot on my chest and the referee counted to 3. I literally couldn't move as I was paralyzed in pain.

Twizzlar was up 1-0. Tim came into the ring and helped me to the corner. Twizzlar cooled down when Claire showed up. She was wearing a shoulder sling. The good news was Claire wouldn't need surgery.

Claire would be out for a few weeks to recover and have physical therapy. Twizzlar looked at her hands with surprise.

The bell rang for the next round. I approached the middle of the ring and we locked up shoulder to elbow. Twizzlar shoved me into the corner.

Oddly enough. She walked back to her corner. I approached her corner and Twizzlar gave me a kick to my chest. I landed on my back hard.

Twizzlar grabbed my hair and applied a straight, cross body scissors. Her knee was grinding on my sore belly. She quickly locked her ankles together.

Twizzlar has surprising power in her thighs. I tried to get to the rope, but she expertly had moved me far away from any rope. I was getting weaker by the second and the agony was too much. I submitted giving Twizzlar the victory.