Mary and Cherry Cole

To say that. Mary and Cherry were attractive would be like calling the Mona Lisa a decent painting. Calling them hot would be like calling the Sun a little toasty. They are not simply two gorgeous all American beauties from the heartland, raised in America's breadbasket. They didn't just have thick thighs with powerful muscle and just enough fat to make them look absolutely delicious. They weren't just geniuses that graduated with degrees in Kinesiology and Minors in Spanish and Mandarin.

They were fighters.

When they were being raised in that charming little town, they fought and bullied their ways to scholarships for wrestling and track respectively. Their thick thighs were to crush and trample their opponents. Their genius was applied in brutal ways to harm anyone that tried to get in their way.

I saw some of their athletic footage and I knew they'd be problems. The eldest, Mary, was the wrestler. She was 5'11 and appeared to weigh at least 175lbs. She was powerfully built although this did little to distract from her ample c cup breasts and well sculpted legs. Her hair was a light brown, and kept in a short pixie cut. Having left college sports, she wasn't attempting to make weight. Her body has the gorgeous curves that a woman this strong gets to have

Cherry was a more interesting case. She was billed at 5'5" and weighed in at 140 lbs, but as a sprinter she had extremely defined legs and a perky bubble butt. Her tits weren't as impressive as her sisters but what maniac would dare complain about these two?

I couldn't agree to this fight fast enough. So what if I was about to face off against over three hundred pounds of feminine fury and martial mind games. If I win this, I'll get a contract to fight whoever I want and won't need another handicap match like this.

Only two weeks after the signing I am once again pacing behind the bars, waiting for my opponents to enter. The crowd tonight is even larger and more opulent than before. Clearly my status as Ω along with the novelty of the match had worked it's magic.

The doors swing open and there stands Mary, looking intense as any wrestler ever has. She is wearing what appear to be skin tight leggings and a sports bra to keep her bust in place. Her signature pixie cut is died a deep blue, and her eyes meet mine from a distance. Her cold stare is most impressive, but I've never lost a stare down before.

I also never competed against Cherry Cole. While Mary stood at full height as soon as the doors swung open, Cherry came around her sister in a somersault before exploding off the ground and letting out a piercing cry. Mary never looked away but I admit, I blinked. The cry wasn't the only distraction though. Cherry had chosen to wear a cheerleader costume.

A fucking costume. She is in a shoot fight against Ajax, THE STRONGEST MAN, and she is wearing a FUCKING COSTUME. My blood boils, and then channels towards my erection as I take in the costume. She wore the tiniest sports briefs under a skirt so mini I could call it a belt. Her tits weren't large but that didn't matter when she was wearing a tight cheerleaders sweater that managed to accentuate her breasts. Her hair, died a bright red, is tied into twin tails, and in her hands were Pom Poms.

Pom poms.

POM POMS.

SHE IS HERE TO FIGHT AJAX, THE STRONGEST MAN, AND SHE BROUGHT HER PAPER SHAKERS?!?!

She shouldn't have any of this! What the fuck is she doing? Is she gonna rely on her sister to fight me alone? She has no history of cheerleading and frankly, her track meets looked more aggressive than adorable. What the fuck is this?

My anger is building higher and higher as they enter the cage with me. My muscles are twitching and my heart is pounding as blood rushes into my face which I am sure is beet red by now. I can't hear the announcer, I can only hear the moronic chants from Cherry of "Be! Aggressive! B-E aggressive!"