Intervention
By Eko

Note: In this story, professional televised wrestling contains real brutality and blood, just like boxing. Even worse than in boxing or MMA.

It was the debut match for my girlfriend Anne. She was not the only one nervous. She was scheduled to wrestle Raven, a top female wrestler in the federation. Both of us had expected that Anne will become a jobber not because of the script – there’s no script. Gaps in experiences, skills, charisma, and killer instincts between both wrestlers would do the job. But for her, this is her first step toward her dream. She said to me, whatever happens, since she stepped into the stage she will only take herself as a fighter and a winner. I got the front row seat.

“Our next match is female single match! Presenting the freshwoman of AWF, from Los Angeles California, here’s Anne Richards!” her smooth jazzy music playing and Anne was strutting out, trying her best to look confident and smiling to the audience. She is 5 feet 7 inches, has dark medium length hair, girl next door look, and the body of a swimmer. Her video is showing her swimming, playing with hose and water gun in a suburban yard, and posing in nightgown.

Besides watching her practicing on the ring, she has demonstrated her locks and grips on me on the bed and they were damn painful. Anne was wearing a body fit grey spandex covering her torso all the way down to her knees, complemented with white boots. I cheered her heartily and the audience seemed to like her.

Of course, when Raven entered the cheers were deafening. Her video began with a raven flapping its wings while thunder strikes. Her name is spelled and she stepped in, wearing two piece black leather outfits coated with a trench coat and black boots. She was slightly taller than Anne, had long blonde hair and looked formidable. Her video was showing montage of her posing with bikinis on the beach. She was walking to the ring while grinding her fist on her palm, making theatrical gesture on how she will own Anne.

The entrance has been completed, on to the match. Raven lunged at Anne with a clothesline, which she ducked. Anne was trying to knee Raven, but the veteran grabbed her leg. The rookie tried to maintain her balance. Raven let her trying for few seconds and then slammed Anne’s leg, along with the rest of her body to the mat. Resting her body on Anne’s right leg, Raven used her fist to slam Anne’s belly. Alright, she’s bound to get hurt. Raven stood up and grabbed Anne’s left leg. With both feet locked, she applied a Boston Crab on Anne. My girlfriend was screaming with her eyes closed. Raven held her for eight seconds, released her and stood up, encouraging her fans to cheer.

Just when Anne was going up, holding her back, Raven grabbed her from behind and gave her a suplex. Then she pulled Anne up by her arms, and lifted her and gave her an inverted atomic drop! The audience gasped and I covered my face. Unfortunately a camera caught me in the act and the commentators felt pity for the rookie. The instant replay was shown, showing how Anne shrieked in full agony on impact and how Raven smiled as she felt Anne’s pubic bone slammed into her knee. Back in the ring, Anne was still kneeling, holding her womanhood in great pain, while Raven was standing with her hands on her hips, smirking.

“Come on, you have to give yourself a chance…” I thought. Raven grabbed Anne’s hair from behind and forcing her to stand up. Then she tossed Anne toward a turnbuckle. She hit it breasts first. The leather lady then ran and rammed her backbone with her shoulder. My girlfriend collapsed. But I didn’t think she would pin her immediately. Raven rested Anne’s arms on the middle rope, held her legs and opened them. Nobody heard it except Raven that Anne begged her to not do it. So Raven did it - she kicked her flower again. Anne was in fetal position, crying on the mat.

I became angrier moment by moment at the sadistic bitch on the ring that was mistreating my girlfriend. I treasured Anne’s possession; I kissed it, worshipped it, caressed it tenderly, entered it slowly and satisfied it. My desire to hurt that woman like how she was hurting Anne was growing.

Raven was sitting behind Anne and crucified her. Then her fingers made their way beyond her spandex and sport briefs…

“Cunt claw!” the commentator yelled. Anne was crying and screaming. “Give up bitch! Give up for my fingers!” Raven said sternly. “I GIVE! I GIVE! OOH PLEASEEE STOP…AAAHHHHH….”

The referee signaled that the match has stopped. Raven intensified her claw. Anne’s eyes were streaming tears. Then Raven released the grip. My girlfriend collapsed with blood streaming from her vagina. The woman lifted her arms in pride, and there were blood on her right hand.

I couldn’t stand it. I rushed from my seat and jumped past the fences, running to the ring. In my imagination, either I only had few seconds to hold Anne, or attempting to punch Raven, before security would slam me down, lock my joints, probably even tasering me, and dragging me away. I didn’t care. Better than just standing helplessly feeling miserable for my tormented love in the medic room.

The commentators were yelling about my intrusion. Raven ran to stop the security from entering the ring. She signaled to be given a microphone. While I was cradling crying Anne I heard her voice booming.

“So here’s the lover boy! Unfortunately you are a little late to save your princess…but you do want revenge, don’t you?”

I looked at her in disbelief. “Mmm…you’re not too bad. How about a free match, you and me? Maybe you’re better than that worthless cunt. Or worse…for the sake of your dick you better wish you can put up a fight.”

I slowly put Anne down and was surprised to see a microphone had been put next to me. I grabbed it and said firmly “I accept your challenge!”

Raven snickered and said “Then, you better put up a more fitting wrestling outfit,”

I removed my shirt, shoes, jeans, and shoes, clad only in my black jocks. I am five feet 11 inches tall, medium build, with some muscles from fitness courses. And here I am, facing a woman, nevertheless a professional wrestler in formidable shape. Raven was not steroid laden and wasn’t a she-man, but I’m nothing compared to the securities looking at me in contempt outside the ring, let alone male wrestlers behind the stage. The paramedics had removed Anne from the ring.

She was walking slowly toward me, saying “Oooh…I’d love to squeeze your balls and seeing you begging to become my bitch…”

I felt my heart pounding and I stepped slowly toward a turnbuckle. The audience were booing and heckling me. At the last moment, when Raven was lunging, I stepped on the middle ropes and used them to propel myself to leap above her head. She was losing her balance and I used my butts to knock hers. The audience laughed and some applauded. As soon as Raven turned, I gave full energy with my kick on her breasts. I pinned her to the turnbuckle with my foot, stomped on her bra again and grinded my foot on her tits. She screamed. Then I grabbed the ropes and swung my knee to her beautiful but detestable face. She was slumping, trapped on the corner. I slammed her breastbone down with my crotch and thighs, pinned down her arms with my knees, and proceeded to pull her hair with my left hand and bitchslapped her with my right palm.

The professional wrestler had been knocked down silly. I shifted my seating down to her tummy. I removed her black leather top harshly and pulled her tits. She was screaming, luckily using her hands to hold onto her hair rather than trying to scratch or punch me. Then I used my left hand to choke her, while using my right elbow to smash her ovary. Her body was buckling hard and her tears were also out.

“I’m sorry to my girlfriend I have to touch a rotten cunt, and I want you to say hello to my little fingers!” I forced my right hand beyond her leather shorts, feeling her pussy and pushed my fingers inside. Raven was in trance like situation, although her screams were like the screaming of a woman going through labor. I pushed deeper and closed my fingers, effectively fisting her.

“I GIVE! I GIVE! DEAR GOD, WAAAGHHH!!!! LET…LET GO!!!! I BEG YOU!”

“Wrong! You’re sorry! You’re sorry to Anne!”

“I….I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY ANNE! UGHHH….GAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!” Raven had lost consciousness. Her head was falling sideway and her eyes turned white. To be honest my little friend was raging hard. I removed my fist out of her cunt, and it was smeared with various liquids.

“Fuck it,” I said to myself, pulled down my jocks and shoot my sperms on her tits and cheeks. I’m really sorry Anne, but I hope somehow I could amuse you. I put on my jocks on and surrendered myself to the security. Right, I’m going to be an Internet hit, but I know many comments will support me. Whatever, let my cock be seen worldwide, even in places like North Korea or Saudi Arabia. Anne will be expelled and we are going to be banned for life from the venue and from the federation’s events. Perhaps her dream of being a professional wrestler has been shattered.

But I will live on in legend as a man who squashed, humiliated and literally fucked a female professional wrestler – a hot one – on her terms. I hope Anne could live it with that. I will always I do it to revenge her honor and I did it in self-defense. But to be honest with you, I really enjoyed roughing up and tortured that cunt, something I never do with Anne. And yes, that was one-time experience. I don’t want to step into a wrestling ring again ever.