A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 3
By Dark J

What the hell was I thinking? I was speeding over to Zoey's house like I was Batman and the Joker had just escaped prison! What I should have done was call the police, but I guess I thought I was a super-heroine? As "Sporty Ally" I did style myself as a heroine of sorts...well, at least until they made me into a total joke when I returned from my eight-year hiatus from the ring. Could that be what I was thinking? I can be a real hero and show them! Except, I was never REALLY anything...I took part in scripted wrestling matches wearing little more than my underwear, and while I was a trained fighter and fairly tough, I certainly wasn't equipped to stop a crime! Nor was it my place to do so. It's all a blur now, but I went to Zoey's to "save the day", and boy would I regret that decision!

I knocked on Zoey's door and there she was -- as cute as ever with her pink hair and punk rock girl look, but she was crying. "Don't come in," she mumbled, as I stood in the open doorway. She was trying to warn me, but I didn't listen. I proceeded into the home, and right into a "sucker punch". "NO!" screamed Zoey, as Nicole hit me in the jaw. She was hiding behind the door, so I never had a chance.

Down I went, still conscious, but the room was spinning. "I've been waiting for my rematch!" said Nicole, kicking me right in the butt! I tried to crawl away, hoping my head would start to clear, but Nicole was far from finished with me. Zoey yelled, "She's had enough, leave her alone!" and tried to grab Nicole by the arm, but the big brute just shoved her to the side.

"All of I ever hear about is Sporty Ally! SPORTY ALLY!!" yelled Nicole, as she grabbed my left leg so I couldn't get away from her. "Stupid Zoey has a crush on you...OR she just wants to fuck you! She just loves your fat ass! Your type -- small waist and big booty -- drives her crazy! And speaking of that fat ass..."

Now I was beginning to wish that Nicole knocked me out, as she began pulling off my jeans! I was still utterly defenseless, but conscious enough to experience the absolutely humiliating act. She pulled off my belt, whipping me in the butt with it before tossing it to the side, then unbuttoned my jeans. "Could these be any tighter?" she asked sarcastically, as she struggled to get the pants down my hips.

Struggling to get my pants down, Nicole rolled me over on to my stomach to pull from the back. While being pantsed by this asshole was beyond embarrassing, she was giving me valuable time to rest, so maybe my head would clear and I could fight back. At least that was the plan. "No wonder I can't get these jeans off!" she laughed, spanking my butt hard. "They're almost as far up your ass as those wrestling leotards you wear." And to make her point, she pulled up on the waistband of my jeans, driving the denim seam even deeper between my cheeks.

"That's it...these are coming OFF!" Nicole declared, practically ripping my pants off! Once she got them past my ass, it was pretty easy the rest of the way. "Take a look, Zoey!" she barked, slapping my bare cheeks -- my white, satin panties were in their usual position, riding halfway (at least!) up my crack, so there was plenty of exposed flesh to spank.

I was starting to feel better, like I could possibly throw a punch, then without warning Nicole pulled me up by my blouse and the back of my panties. Now, not only were my panties up my ass, but they were way up my back! I could see Zoey out of the corner of my eye crying, and while my heart momentarily sank -- how humiliating was it to be pulled around by my panties -- I was going to show Zoey and especially Nicole what I was all about!

I quickly turned my body, elbowing Nicole in her flabby stomach and causing her to lose her on grip on my blouse and panties. I knew that wouldn't be enough to take her down, but I soon realized that the only reason why I was able to stand was because she had been holding me up! I took an off-balance swing at her, totally missing the target. She returned the favor, then the room went black.

The next thing I knew, I was tied to a metal chair in just my bra and panties. The chair was unbelievably cold, as my panties were pulled all the way up my ass leaving my cheeks bare and unprotected. I struggled desperately to escape, but I was tied tight. What the hell was going on? What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't believe it all! It was just this surreal feeling -- I always feared something would happen with one of these private sessions, but this?! I started thinking about Julia and Jason, and the tears were rolling down my face.

"Oh, poor baby," laughed Nicole, rubbing the tears from my eyes, a bottle of liquor in the other hand. I looked away from her, and there I saw Zoey unconscious on the floor. "Please, Nicole...I have kids...let me go!" I pleaded, tears dropping off my face to my chest. "No, the fun's just started, Sporty," she laughed, squeezing my bare butt cheeks as they stuck out through the opening in the back of the chair.

Nicole grabbed the sides of my panties, pulling them up as high as she possibly could. "We used to love watching you wrestle," she said. "It seemed like the girls were always giving you wedgies, and those leotards would just ride up your ass on their own. You were such a fucking tease. My favorite was your patented wedgie pick before the match -- you'd make your little walk to the ring, climb in, and you already had to pick your big butt before you even broke a sweat! Don't get me wrong, it was HOT, but really funny too. Especially since you took yourself so seriously! You were such an athlete...not a fitness model...not a diva...what a joke! I dropped your fat ass with one punch!"

She finally let go of my panties, then picked up her bottle to take a few more swallows. I was no closer to escaping, and Zoey was still out like a light. I felt humiliated, stripped down to my underwear with my panties cranked up my ass and crotch, and even worse, I felt defeated -- I had no hope...no fight left in me. And things would only get worse.

"You don't look nervous enough, Sporty," said Nicole, walking back towards me, a hand behind her back. "You're nice and sweaty, but I want to see some more crying...I like it when you cry."

With those words, Nicole pulled a long knife from behind her back. "You're really pretty, Sporty...but I can change that. Yes, I can..."
Nicole pressed the point of the knife on my cheek. "I'm gonna slice you up, Sporty. Then you won't look so good to our little Zoey." "Don't...please don't!" I screamed, the point of the knife almost piercing my skin. "Please...PLEASE!" I cried hysterically, shaking as much as I could in the tight confines of the ropes that bound me. "Now let's really see you cry, Sporty!"

I closed my eyes, accepting my gruesome fate, but the knife was pulled away suddenly! It was Zoey! She grabbed Nicole's wrist and pulled her off me! I don't know how she did it, but she had Nicole down on the floor, trying to wrestle the knife away from her. "Stop, Nicole!" screamed Zoey, but the much larger Nicole overpowered her, and was now on top of Zoey with the knife. "I guess I'll cut you first, you little bitch!" yelled Nicole, Zoey pinned to the ground, the knife inches from her face.

The rest was just a blur...I don't know how, but my hands were suddenly free! I must have summoned a strength I didn't know I possessed, somehow freeing myself and pulling the knife from Nicole's hand. "YOU BITCH!" I yelled, punching her in the face twice, then wrapping my arms around her head and neck, choking her out until she was unconscious.

"Oh God, Ally, I'm so sorry!" yelled Zoey, as we embraced, both of us crying hysterically. "It's okay," I said, holding Zoey tight. "We're okay...it's over."

The police came down, and Nicole was cuffed and taken into custody. And yes, I did get dressed beforehand, although those panties and jeans would not be worn again!

"Gosh, Ally, I can't tell you how sorry I am," said Zoey, as I got ready to leave.
"I know, Zoey," I responded. "The important thing is getting a restraining order against Nicole, and hopefully putting her in jail for as long as possible."
"Definitely," said Zoey shaking her head. "I was so stupid!"
"Well, it's over..."
"Yeah...hey...would you like to stay over?" she asked, putting her arms around my waist.
"I can't, Zoey. I have to get my kids at my friend Emily's house. I'm late as it is."
"I understand," said Zoey, surprising me with a kiss on the lips.
"Zoey, I don't want you to get the wrong idea...I really like you, but...I...I."
"It's okay, Ally," said Zoey, hugging me again. "I just hope you're my friend?"
"Absolutely, Zoey. Absolutely."

I kissed Zoey on the cheek and left. I wasn't interested in her in the way that she was interested me, but I did feel this bond with her. Maybe it was the emotion of that night as we survived an ordeal together, but I did...kind of...enjoy her kiss.

I got to Emily's house three hours late, but she wasn't mad. Em is my best friend and the godmother to Julia and Jason. She loves them almost as much as I do, and while she doesn't have children of her own (and she's single), she outfitted her house with toys, video games, DVDs and CDs that the kids like. I don't know what I'd do without her -- she's been a great friend and just so, so, so supportive over the years!

The kids had fallen asleep watching television, so we talked for a while.

"Is everything alright, Ally?"
"It was just a rough night. I should have told you, but I started wrestling again."
"I know, honey."
"You knew?"
"Well...I had a feeling. Then I went on the TSW website, and there you were on the front page."
"Oh gosh...I just assumed that you'd be the last one to find out. I know how much you hate wrestling."
"True, but I love you, Allison, and I can read you like a book!"
"I was going to tell you. I just wasn't sure if I was going to wrestle beyond a few shows, so I decided not to bring it up yet. And with the kids...I just don't know if a MOTHER should be a professional wrestler, you know?"
"Yeah, it's crazy. I didn't really search the site, but I did see a picture of someone giving you a huge wedgie."
"Oh God..."
"Don't worry...I thought it was funny. And it was nothing that I haven't seen before. Plus, if memory serves, I've given you a few wedgies myself..."
"Ha! Ha! You have!"
"It used to piss us off at the beach...you'd always have your bathing suit crammed inside your butt, so of course all of the boys would be staring at you, and not us! So, I'd give them a show, and REALLY pull that bathing suit up your butt!"
"I couldn't help it!" I laughed. "I just have one those butts...everything rides up!"
"I know...and the boys liked you for a lot more than that. You're beautiful, Ally!"
"Aw, thanks! And who are you kidding? The guys loved you, too. They may have loved my behind, but they also loved the blondes, and unlike ninety-nine percent of the girls on that beach, you were natural!"
"Good times," smiled Emily.
"Yep, Em. You're the best. I can't thank you enough. Things haven't been easy lately, but I can always count on you! I better wake the kids up...have to get them home."

What a night! I was still shaken, but I couldn't tell Em what actually happened. I was just so happy to be alive and with my children!

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Several days later, John O'Reilly called me to book me for the next Tri-State Wresting show. I was wondering if he'd even call -- he was rather pissed-off by the finish of the last show, but he wasn't going to take it out on me. At least that's what I thought! And while I wasn't feeling all that good about TSW, anything seemed tame in comparison to that night at Zoey's. I was even having some horrible flashbacks with Nicole holding that knife to my face. Anyway, O'Reilly informed me that I had another big check coming, and that I was actually going to win my next match! Maybe the company finally decided that it was worth pushing me as a top star?! Maybe not...

I arrived at the arena about an hour before the show, stripped down to my leotard, and did some stretching. I was wearing my usual Adidas leotard -- this one was powder blue with white stripes down the sides, and cut really high on the hips. I had matching elbow and knee pads on, and white boots that came just below the knee.

My opponent for the night, Spice, arrived a few minutes later. I wasn't sure about her gimmick (character), but she was hot -- red, medium length hair, a black corset that showed plenty of cleavage, black leather hot pants that barely covered her booty, fishnet tights, and black boots. Unlike my previous opponents, Spice had some experience in the ring.

"You won't have to carry me through the match," Spice said. "I've been working for a couple of years.
"Cool," I said. "I know I'm getting the win, but we can have a good back and forth match."
"Not really," said John O'Reilly, peeking his head through a door. "I want Spice to dominate the match with some help from her manager Sugar. Lots of old school, heel (bad guy) manager dirty tactics. Ally, you get the win with a surprise roll-up pin, then Spice has a temper tantrum and beats you up. We want Spice to be a loose cannon...a little crazy where she could go off at anytime. You'll make a great victim, Ally. I already walked through the entire match and post-match angle with Spice, so she'll lead you."
"Plenty of wedgies?" smiled Spice.
"Absolutely!" answered O'Reilly, smiling back.
"Like this?"

Apparently Spice had to demonstrate her wedgie prowess, reaching behind my back and giving me a giant wedgie!

"Ouch!" I screamed. Spice was a few inches shorter than me, and I won't say how many pounds lighter (!), but she was strong! It was so humiliating (notice a trend here?), and of course, O'Reilly was laughing his ass off to only making matters worse.

I don't know why I just took that wedgie. Spice didn't exactly scare me in a real fight, but the boss was there, and I guess I didn't want to show that it was getting to me -- not just this particular wedgie, but EVERYTHING. Even though it was, in fact, getting to me!

"We're going to have some fun," smiled Spice, as she let go of my leotard, and gave me a slap on my naked cheek.
"Yeah, fun," I smirked, fixing my leotard on both sides. She also gave me an unintentional frontal wedgie.
"Show her what you made for her, Spice," said O'Reilly.
"Sure," said Spice. "Win or lose, I always like to PUNISH my opponent after the match. And I like to give it a personal touch."

What the hell did that mean?

Spice reached into her bag, and pulled out a wood paddle that said "Sporty Ally" on it.

I was NOT happy! I knew what a wood paddle was for!

Spice giggled, and lightly rubbed my behind with the paddle.

To be continued

The good news was that I was going to win the match, and I would be able to come out to my entrance music this time (after receiving the jobber treatment for the Living Dead Girl match). The bad news was that I was going to be spanked by a paddle after the match! Needless to say, the bad news definitely outweighed the good.

I told O'Reilly that I really wasn't comfortable with the paddling. He answered, "Ally, you're right, it would be painful and humiliating and you deserve better than that!" YEAH, RIGHT! No, he didn't say that, of course! He gave me the typical line that "it's just a show" and some other B.S. I tried to negotiate with O'Reilly. I told him that I was fine with the wedgies (even though I wasn't), and that I'd even let Spice spank me with her bare hand, but he just smiled and told me to follow Spice's lead. Ugh!

Spice told me not to worry, and that she wouldn't paddle me "too hard". Then she said, "Besides, you have plenty of padding back here, love," as she squeezed one of my ass cheeks. What a sweetheart!

It was match time, and despite my reservations about what was planned, I was still excited about performing in front of the fans. It's just a high you get that can only be understood by a professional wrestler. Of course, if I knew EVERYTHING that O'Reilly and Spice had planned...

My entrance theme, the Smashing Pumpkins' "Cherub Rock", blared over the loudspeakers, and the crowd gave me a huge pop (cheers). Gosh, that meant so much! Especially since I was getting NO love from my co-workers and boss. Still, I kept thinking about that paddle, and what my poor behind was about to be subjected to. And for all intents and purposes, my butt was going to be bare! Either Spice would give me a wedgie, or my leotard would just ride up by itself. As I climbed into the ring, it was already high between my cheeks!

Spice and Sugar or Sugar and Spice, I guess, were already in the ring. Sugar, Spice's manager / valet, looked like a very flamboyant gay man. He had short frosted hair, big glasses on, and a brightly-colored suit that you needed sunglasses to look at! He was also holding an aerosol can of air freshener (I could smell it), that he was using to spray the ring. Apparently Spice needed pristine conditions when she wrestled.

Before the match began, I turned my back to Spice and adjusted my knee pads and picked my wedgie, and yes, Spice sneak attacked me before the bell rang! Why do the good guys always do that?

Spice beat on me for a minute or two. She knew what she was doing as her punches and kicks looked good, but weren't hurting me. She asked me if I was "ready for ride?", meaning that she was about to toss me out of the ring so Sugar could do his heel manager act. She grabbed my hair, and had her other hand on my back. For a moment I thought she would just throw me without giving me a wedgie (well. more of a wedgie since I already had one!), but she quickly grabbed a handful of my leotard before she sent me flying over the top rope.

I hit the floor with my leotard as far up my crack as it could possibly go! I had to sell it (act hurt), so I just crawled around ringside on all fours -- a view quite a few of the fans enjoyed, apparently. You kind of lose that realism if the wrestler takes this big bump (fall) and immediately starts adjusting things, so I left the leotard wedged up my ass.

Back in the ring, Spice began "distracting" the referee so Sugar could attack me. I staggered to my feet, and Sugar scooped me up for a bodyslam on the "unforgiving concrete floor". Actually, the floor was padded, but we had to make it seem like it really hurt. Anyway, as Sugar held me in the air for the slam, I found myself really hoping that his gayness wasn't just an act since he was totally grabbing my ass! Some wrestlers make sure that the hand they scoop you up with ends up resting on the leg or at least to the side of the behind, but not Sugar! It certainly wasn't the first time, as I've had a lot of girls grab my tush, and even have their hand slide inside my crack (easy back there!), but it was particularly uncomfortable since it was a guy!

Well, my rectal exam / body slam finally came to and end as Sugar slammed me on the floor. It did hurt, especially since my body was still getting used to the rigors of wrestling, but at least I didn't have his fingers in my crack anymore! I thought about picking my wedgie, but was soon glad that I didn't because Sugar pulled me up by the back of the leotard, and slammed my head on the ring apron.

By this point I was thinking about just falling to the floor and fixing my leotard. It was ridiculously uncomfortable, which is saying a lot for me since I always, to varying degrees, have a wedgie! But then I figured that Spice would finally get me back in the ring, and if I went down it would only mean another wedgie. So instead, I remained bent over the ring apron where Sugar slammed my head, hoping that Spice would just grab my hair and pull me back in.

Nope! I briefly looked up and I could see Spice still arguing with / distracting the referee. It was the time-honored wrestling tradition, where the person who's supposed to keep order and uphold all of the rules is the dumbest person out there! Spice was pretty funny, though, and she kept leaning over so he could see right down her corset. Maybe he really was distracted?! Anyway, that left me in the flattering position of being bent over, resting on the ring apron, with my leotard buried between my cheeks. I was ready for rectal exam no. 2, if someone wanted to give it to me!

As you could probably guess, my position didn't go unnoticed by the fans, particularly a few guys in the front row, who began whistling and chanting "look at that wedgie!" Meanwhile Sugar, trying to play up his sexual orientation, was yelling how disgusting my ass was, and that it smelled! He was yelling "stinky!", and out of the corner of my eye I could see him holding his nose and waving his arms hysterically as to get the "stink" away. How insulting! I guess some of this was planned (I wasn't in on everything that O'Reilly and Spice had in store) because Sugar took his aerosol can full of air freshener, and started spraying my ass! So humiliating! And instead of booing the bad guys, the fans were laughing at me!

I was about to climb back into the ring myself, but before I could, Spice slid out the ring and held me down on the apron. She was laughing hysterically, asking the fans if they were "enjoying the view," then she opened up one of my butt cheeks and sprayed the air freshener right into my crack! This was wrestling?! I couldn't believe it!

Spice continued giggling, and spanked me as I was still bent over the side of the ring. I finally just fell to the floor, and began working the leotard out of my ass, which wasn't easy since it was so deeply wedged and kind of sticky from that damn spray. Spice knelt down, and whispered to me that we were staying outside the ring, and to let her "just handle things from here". I knew that wouldn't be good!

Sugar and Spice each grabbed an arm and helped me to my feet. Neither of them even touched my leotard. I couldn't believe it! Yeah, I know...silly me! Spice grabbed a microphone, and asked the audience if they wanted to see a wedgie. Take a wild guess what their answer was!

Within seconds of the resounding "YES!" Spice turned me to the side, and with her behind me and Sugar in front, they each grabbed my leotard and yanked upward! Gosh, it hurt so much! I had never been wedgied from the front and back before! Frontals were always frowned upon for obvious reasons. Showing some ass was okay, but vagina was a no-no! I even remember be yelled at once for showing a bit too much in front. During my first stint with TSW, we did a fundraiser for a charity that helped children with cancer. A lot of the patients attended the show, so we were told to keep it kid-friendly. I was constantly picking wedgies from my butt, not realizing that I had some major cameltoe going the whole time! Actually, I really didn't get yelled at. John O'Reilly Sr. was such a cool guy and I still miss him! Especially now! He just told me to watch the cameltoe, especially at events for younger fans, and we had a good laugh. "Watch the cameltoe!"

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, Sugar and Spice were double-teaming me! Wait a minute, that didn't sound right! They were giving me the first ever combination front and back wedgie in the history of pro wrestling. Well, as far as I know, at least. Like I said, it HURT! And while I was good at selling a wedgie with my histrionics, I didn't have to do anything in this case -- I was in pain, and they were bouncing me, so there was no need to do any ridiculous looking dance. Those same guys who were doing the "look at that wedgie" chant started in again, and they also added a "tits and ass" cheer -- I assume because my boobs were bouncing and my butt was jiggling.

Sugar, playing up his character, yelled "gross," as he was in front and could see my private area (I had a FULL frontal). He begged Spice to switch sides, which they did, and the wedgie continued. Spice took it upon herself to spank me as she continued the wedgie with the other hand. Like my butt needed to be jiggling any more!

They finally stopped, and I staggered over to the ring apron, hoping to get back in the ring. Nope! Spice grabbed me around the waist, and whispered, "we're not finished yet" into my ear, dragging me over to the ringside railing that separated the fans from the action. Unfortunately for me, that was about to change!

Sugar and Spice were holding me like a prisoner right in front of this one particular fan. He seemed to be just a guy who attended the show, but I couldn't be sure. Spice began by saying what a "showoff" I was as she stuck her index fingers into the leg-holes of my leotard and picked out my wedgie! I found that to be almost as humiliating as being given the damn wedgie in the first place! Next, she said, "Well, fans do love the Sporty Ally wedgie," and on cue, the fan grabbed the back of my leotard and pulled it up my ass! I couldn't believe it!

While I wanted to just slap the guy and leave the arena, I decided to play along screaming "No!" and waving my arms hysterically. Spice, of course, was just laughing her ass off. She even sat down in the guy's chair, and started eating his popcorn! "I'm just enjoying the show!" she announced to the fans sitting around her.

I tried to get away from the fan, but he just held my leotard tighter, and ended up pulling me so I lost my balance and fell over the railing! Not all the way over, but of course it was ME, so I was bent over the railing with my big butt in the air! I was far enough over (my head was almost touching the floor) that I couldn't get back to my feet easily, especially with everyone crowding around me. The guy let go of my leotard, but a bunch of fans, including him, began spanking me! And good old Spice was just laughing the entire time. You try to look out for the person who you're working with, especially when you're in / near the audience, but not Spice! I don't know where the security was.

Spice did decide to do something. She yelled, "watch this!" and began throwing popcorn at up upright ass! "How can you miss?" she asked. "It's sooooo BIG!" Thanks again, Spice!

Then, Spice finally got up, and she stuck a piece of popcorn in my ass crack! I'm telling you, the girl was EVIL!

The referee began yelling at us to get back in the ring. Where was he five minutes ago?! Spice pulled me off the railing by the back of my leotard (like I needed another wedgie!) and tossed me back in the ring. Mind you, I still had that piece of popcorn stuck in my ass! Was I really going to reach in and pick it out in front of two-thousand people? Ugh! I was just hoping that it would dislodge on its own.

We were finally getting close to the finish. I staggered back to my feet, and Spice hit me with her version of the Superkick, the "Spicekick". I went down like I was out cold, and Spice pinned me, but just as the referee was about to count for the third time, she pulled me up. The idea was that she would further punish me, and more importantly that she had me beaten, making my eventual victory look hollow. Basically, I would still look like a total loser even in victory.

Spice grabbed me by the hair and began choking me on the ropes. The referee yelled at her to stop, but she wouldn't listen, of course. She was the bad guy. He finally pulled Spice off me, and they began arguing. I snuck up from behind on Spice, reached my arm through her legs, and rolled her up for the pin -- the absolute lamest way to win a match, but the crowd did cheer. I guess they thought I deserved it after the way I was humiliated.

Unfortunately, my celebration was short-lived as the referee raised my arm for only a few seconds before Spice attacked me from behind. Spice went off! Part of her gimmick was having a bad temper, so she started slapping me around and rubbing my face in the mat. It was an act, I think, but it was pretty intense. The referee tried to protect me, conveniently putting his hand on my ass (I still had a huge wedgie!), but Sugar came in and threw him out of the ring.

Next, Sugar put me in a front facelock, bending me over so Spice could give me my final punishment. She reached into a bag she had placed ringside, and pulled out the paddle with my name on it. She held up her "Sporty Ally" wood paddle so the crowd could see, and they began cheering. Weren't they supposed to boo? I was hoping they would, but today's wrestling fans are different, and they can turn on a babyface (good guy) in a second.

Spice began rubbing my butt as if that was necessary to ready me for the paddling. The fans were really cheering at this point, wanting her to stop groping and start spanking. She then pulled up on my leotard, like it could go any further up my ass, and pulled out that piece of popcorn, laughing hysterically as she displayed it for the fans.

Anyway, the crowd kept calling for the paddling, and they soon got their wish as Spice struck with the first blow. She didn't hold back, and God did it hurt! The cheers got louder, and Spice just laid into me with the solid, wood paddle, "Sporty Ally" painted across it. It was painful on every level, and my ass felt like it was on fire. It was a bright shade of red, as I would later see.

Even worse, I started crying from the combination of physical pain and just absolute humiliation. Why were they doing this to me?! I didn't deserve it, damn it!

I tried to break free, but I couldn't. Sugar was strong! I could feel the bulging muscles on his arms through his suit jacket.

While I would normally get self-conscious about being bent over with my ass almost totally exposed, and my big buns shaking, all I could think about was surviving this attack. It may have been happening on a "fake" wrestling show, but I was being attacked!

Spice put the microphone up to my face so everyone could hear me whimper and cry. As I said, she was evil -- I don't care if someone was putting her up to this! She raised the microphone to her mouth, and said, "It can't be that bad, Ally! You're very well-padded back here!" The crowd just laughed, as they had totally turned on me, and Spice fondled my ass again before administering more paddle.

Finally, Spice announced that I had "learned my lesson" but gave me one more whack, maybe her hardest, before Sugar let me fall to the mat. I was so sore! So embarrassed! I lied there in the ring with my face covered crying. Spice began applauding and the fans continued cheering her. What a slap in the face!

I was about to just crawl out of the ring, tale between my legs and leotard still firmly wedged between my cheeks, but Spice screamed, "Get out of MY ring!" as she grabbed my hair and the back of my leotard, and threw me to the floor.

I stood up and walked down the aisle with my head down. A few classless fans reached over the railing (the aisle was really narrow) and slapped my burning, red behind as I walked. My leotard offered little protection. I tried pulling it down, but my butt was still really hanging out, and it immediately began riding up again.

I finally got to the back, and there was John O'Reilly. He apologized, saying that Spice went too far, but I told him to "fuck off".

I ran into the locker room to get dressed and get out of there, but my locker was empty! What happened to my clothes? I looked down, and there was my bag, opened, on a bench. I reached for it, but this vile smell filled my nose. I quickly pulled my hand away, as I could see that someone had shit in my bag! Someone had taken a fucking shit in my bag! And there was the agent Dave, just a few feet behind me, laughing. "A little payback, sweetcheeks," he said. I screamed, "YOU ASSHOLE!" and ran out of the locker room, and right to the parking lot so I could leave. It was freezing cold, and I was just in my leotard, but I had to get out of there! I was close to having a nervous breakdown!

There were a bunch of people milling around the parking lot even though the show wasn't over, and I swore I'd punch the next person who touched me. Of course, I got the typical comments as I was practically naked with my leotard riding up my ass and nothing to cover me, but I was just focused on getting to my car.

"Ally!" a voice called from behind. It was Zachary, who asked me to wait. "I saw what happened, and was hoping I could see you," he said. "That was terrible!"

I just started crying again, and told him, "Just get away from me! I've had enough of wrestling and wrestling fans!" He tried to give me his jacket, but I just threw it back at him and got into my car. I hit the gas and I was gone.

I continued crying as I drove home. I had to go home first and get dressed before I picked up Julia and Jason. I still couldn't believe what they did to me! I already began feeling bad about what I did to Zach. He was so nice, and I treated him like garbage. Everything was fucked! All I knew was that I was done with wrestling. I had to find another way to support my kids, as it wasn't going to be wrestling. What a bunch of backwards assholes!

A few days passed, and I went from angry to depressed. I did what I had to do for Julia and Jason, but just stayed in bed the rest of the time. I took a couple of calls from Emily, but didn't answer the phone otherwise. Zach called...Zoey called, but I didn't pick up. O'Reilly called, and I almost picked up to read him the riot act, but I just didn't have the energy.

What was I going to do with my life? I had to do something. I had to provide for my kids. It was all so overwhelming...

The End