Jeff's first opponent was a Hispanic chick named Luna. She's only 5' 2" 115 pounds with perky little B cups, a flat tummy and her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a small tattoo of a dragon sticking out the top of her bikini. She glared at Jeff across the ring as Sophia, his mother, and Janet, her "roommate" (though now Jeff knew they were more than that) were in his corner, giving him advice.
Jeff is 21 years old, Luna was 19, but he was still small for his size. At only 5'8" 165#s it didn't take much convincing on his aunt's part to let me wrestle in the mixed matches since he wasn't that much bigger than most of the women. Luna was a rookie too; she had won a few catfight matches, but heard the mixed fights paid more. Ollie and old black man with bald dome and sparse white hair on the sides of his head acted as the ref and also ran this League, rang an old rusty bell he had hanging over the neutral corner.
Luna, wearing a teeny little yellow string bikini with thong, came out fast; sensing Jeff's inexperience. He wore a pink European style speedo that left nothing to the imagination. Even though Jeff was scrawny he was still in good shape, skinny with some tone in his arms and the subtle formation of abs. Luna circled, her dukes up, and came in quick with a flurry of slaps to Jeff's face that had him backing up, trying to cover with his arms.
Everyone was laughing and calling him a wuss. There were about a dozen members who came to watch the rookies square off on Monday nights at Ollie's Gym. Sophia and Janet were yelling to "slap the bitch back!" but their voices were mixed in with the din of catcalls and others rooting for Luna. She was chasing him around the ring as he kept back pedaling; when Jeff finally stood and swung a clumsy backhand, Luna, being shorter, deftly dodged the blow and came in with a wicked left slap that knocked Jeff against the ropes. His ear was ringing and he was slumped there, not exactly knowing what to do.
Luna took advantage and grabbed a handful of Jeff's short, black hair. Everyone called him Clark Kent in high school because of how much he resembled Superman's alter ego; except he was a total wuss nerd who got picked on by everyone, including the janitor.
"Owww," Jeff whined as Luna drug him back into the center of the ring, hooked his head under her armpit and, grabbing onto his package, gave Jeff a snap suplex that mat a loud crack when he hit the mat.
Luna got up, flexing her little muscles and was yelling in Spanish to her familia sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers. Jeff lay on the mat, groaning and holding his back. Luna walked over and pressed her foot lightly on his nuts. "Is that all joo got, puta?" she spit on Jeff's chest. She removed her foot and Jeff curled up in a ball, holding his crotch. Luna picked him up by the hair again and Irish whipped him into the corner. Jeff hit back first and whined from the pain. Luna came right in and hopped up, wrapped both hands around Jeff's neck, planted her bare feet in his stomach, and monkey flipped him into the center of the ring.
Jeff was lying under the overhead spotlight in a daze and didn't even move with his aunt and her partner yelling at him to get up. Luna ran to the ropes and did a running body splash across Jeff's prone form. Since the match can't end by pin fall she spun around and slithered her legs under his calves than pinned Jeff's hands to the mat above his head. She slowwwwwly began spreading Jeff's legs as the boy cried out in pain and asking telling her to "quit it!" Luna pushed her smallish breasts in Jeff's face, trying to smother him with her 34 B cups.
"This ez about as close as joo'll ever get to real teets," Luna cackled and used her boobs to smack Jeff in the face as she spread his legs in a grapevine.
"Look," Janet said to Jeff's aunt. From their angle they got a front row view of both Luna and Jeff's crotches. "Look at your nephew's bulge!" she said excitedly as it looked like Jeff was growing an arm out of his speedos. Both women's jaws dropped when an enormous cock the size of a monster energy drink can pushed itself free of Jeff's miniscule speedos.
