A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 4
By Dark J

Several weeks had passed since my last appearance on the Tri-State Wrestling show. John O'Reilly Jr., the owner and booker (a person who writes shows, determines winners, lays out matches), kept calling me, but I didn't return his calls. I was still furious over the way they totally humiliated me in my match with Spice, and making the working conditions even worse was O'Reilly's right-hand man Dave, who left a "deposit" in my gym bag. Sadly, pranks like that were fairly common in professional wrestling, but I wasn't going to put up with it! And I unfortunately didn't feel that TSW had the proper support system in place to deal with it.

The question was, what could I do for work? The economy was still terrible. Getting interviews was difficult, never mind being hired. Fortunately, I still had money coming in from the sales of DVDs and downloads of my matches on the TSW website, but the checks were getting smaller each week as sales decreased. The office / computer-related jobs that were available weren't paying a whole lot. I soon made the decision that I would waitress. I hadn't worked as a waitress since high school, but with tips, I could make more than at some office job.

Waitress positions weren't as plentiful with the bad economy, but I finally found a job -- at Hooter's. Yes, that Hooter's, with the low-cut tank tops and skimpy orange shorts. My manager gave me some "uniforms" to take home, and I couldn't wait to try them on! Sarcasm intended! I wouldn't be starting for a few days, though.

Meanwhile, I had another problem. The TSW TV shows were beginning to air. The shows were always taped to be aired later. It was on a local cable sports network, and was usually repeated several times. I could live with people seeing the first two shows, but that last one was just so humiliating. Of course, there was really nothing I could do about it, other than trying to disguise myself when I was out in public. That wouldn't be easy as a Hooter Girl, though.

I was still feeling really down. I was not excited about working at Hooter's in the least, and the whole wrestling thing depressed me. I remembered how excited I was when I left Zachary's and first contemplated my return to the ring. Now it was over. Almost before it started. There were other small promotions around the country, but I couldn't move, and what would I be moving to? There were never any guarantees in the wrestling business.

I continued ignoring Zach and Zoey's phone calls and emails, probably because of their relationship to my wrestling career, and did a lot of crying when the kids weren't around. I really missed Z&Z (Zach and Zoey), but I just wasn't ready to see them. Or do anything fun, really.

A funny moment, that also helped me out of my funk in a strange way, happened on a Saturday morning. The kids were finally picking up on my mood, which I was trying to hide. I was in bed, sleeping later than usual, and they came storming into my bedroom. As usual, the bed spread wasn't covering me (I'm a restless sleeper), and I was sleeping on my stomach in just a t-shirt and white satin panties. I was beginning to wake up, so I could kind of hear what they were saying. It started with "mommy, get up!" then "mommy, what's wrong?" and they were giggling because "mommy's big butt is showing!" My panties were riding up my crack, of course. I guess that was all the inspiration they needed. With Jules on one side and Jay on the other, they grabbed the sides of my panties and yanked them up my ass! That certainly woke me up! It wasn't a quick wedgie either. They both climbed up on my bed and continued yanking the panties up my butt. I was screaming "NO!" and kicking my legs, but they kept on pulling. I was laughing my ass off! It was a total surprise and pretty damn funny. It was the first time I laughed in a long time.

They finally let go of my panties, and I hugged and kissed them both. Yes, not the typical reaction to a giant wedgie, but it just lightened my mood. I think I realized that I was taking myself a little too seriously. Not that I shouldn't be angry about certain things, but I had to get past them and move on. When life gives you a wedgie, you just pick it out and keep going! I'm not sure that is a saying, but if it isn't, I'll take credit for it!

I assured the twins that I was fine, and took them to the kitchen to make breakfast. I even left my panties up my butt the whole time. Why, I'm not exactly sure, but maybe because that wedgie was symbolic of something positive, plus Jules and Jay got a kick out of it!

Later that day, I received another nice surprise. The mailman knocked on the door because he had a big package for me. I couldn't imagine what it was as I hadn't ordered anything, but I saw the name of Zoey's record store, Midtown Music Experience, on the label. I couldn't believe it! Zoey sent me a USB turntable and Pearl Jam's entire catalogue on vinyl! I had mentioned to her how much I like the sound of vinyl, and she knew I was a big Pearl Jam fan. I was so excited! She enclosed a brief note:

Hey Ally,

Miss ya tons! Hope everything is alright. Just a little something for ya.

Love,
Zoey

What a sweetheart! I was already feeling bad about not returning her calls, but her fantastic gift made me feel like a big jerk! Forget calling...I was going to see her in person, either at the store or her home. I also had to contact Zachary! I had found my smile again! Well, at least until I tried on my Hooter's uniform...

It was my first day as a Hooter's waitress, and my first time in that little tank top and orange short shorts. I know, I wrestled in a fairly skimpy leotard (made skimpier by my opponents' apparent propensity to pull on it!), but the Hooter's uniform just 'screamed', "look at my tits and ass!" My boobs looked good. They're not overly big (a C cup, on a 5'9"-5'10" frame), so it wasn't like I was popping out of the top. The shorts, on the other hand, were small! I think they gave me the same shorts the petite girls wore!

Conveniently, there was no tag inside the shorts with the size, but my ass was totally hanging out, and I had to give myself a bit of a wedgie just to get them up to my waist. Just moving around a little, I could feel them riding up even more. The pantyhose were the only thing preventing a super-wedgie, but I would still be dealing with ride-up all night. Oh well, new job, same wedgie!

I arrived at Hooter's and was promptly informed that they were shorthanded for the night. I would be working a regular shift instead of doing the usual training. That was fine with me -- I had some waitressing experience and more importantly, I'd get all the tips!

I met a couple of my fellow Hooter Girls (God, I hate that name!), and they were pretty cool. Of course, you knew there had to be a least one bitch in the bunch, and I met her too!

"Think THAT will get you some big tips tonight?" asked a voice from behind me.
"Huh?" I said, turning around. "I'm Ally."
"I'm Jessica or Jess," she said. She looked like your typical Hooter Girl -- blonde hair, obviously colored, big boobs, probably fake, and on the skinny side. "Your shorts are..."
"Are what?" I asked, already getting annoyed.
"Are really riding up your ass."
"Yeah...well, I'm not wearing them like this on purpose. Mike (our manager) gave these to me."
"I'm sure he did," she said, giggling.
"Yeah, I would like something a little bigger. I'm going to ask for some new shorts after my shift tonight."
"A little?" Jessica said sarcastically. Now she was really getting on my nerves! "That's a major wedgie you have going there, girlfriend," she continued.
"Yeah, I can feel it, thank you."
"A few of us were watching you, Amy..."
"Ally, my name is Ally."
"Oh sorry, ALLY. Anyway, it was pretty funny. You bent over to fix your sneakers. Half of your big ass was showing and almost everyone in the restaurant turned to look. When you straightened up, you had a HUGE wedgie! Even worse than now."
"Yes, I felt that one too, JESS. I went back where the cash register is to pick so no one would see me. You must have thought that was hilarious?"
"No, what was funny was when you came out and your shorts were still giving you quite a wedgie!"
"Like I said, I'm going to get a bigger pair later."
"Well, like I was saying, maybe it will get you some big tips tonight. You'll probably get goosed quite a few times too. We all do, but you're a particularly BIG target, Ashley."
"It's ALLY."

I just walked away after that comment. It was like I had suddenly become a magnet for assholes. Speaking of which...

They started me slow, so I only had two tables. The first table I waited on was a family of four with a husband, wife, son and daughter. While it was a little strange that a family would go to Hooter's, they were pretty nice. It was a funny scene as the husband was doing his best not to stare at me, while the son, who was around 12 or 13, was watching my every move. I could tell that his mom was a tad uncomfortable as I leaned over the table to serve the food, and you could see right down my top. Blame Hooter's! Poor mom...junior was definitely checking me out, including some not-so-subtle looks at my ass! He was sitting on the outside half of the booth, and he would just lean to the side to study my butt. Little pervert! And my Hooter Girl shorts were either wedged, really wedged or just TOTALLY up my crack! I'd wait until I was out-of-sight from the customers to pick, so sometimes I was walking around with a major wedgie. Anyway, I still got a really good tip from the family, and provided some "pleasant" memories for junior. I don't even want to think about what that kid did when he got home!

But as I mentioned earlier, I ran into my share of jerks on my first night. As I went to pick up my drinks for the family at the bar, a couple of guys sitting there grabbed my ass and made some lewd comments. I was warned that would happen, but it still kind of pissed me off. Of course, that was nothing compared to what would happen later. The customer sitting at my other table was the LAST person I wanted to see!

To be continued

I had TWO frickin' tables in the entire restaurant, and HE was sitting at one of them?! I couldn't believe my eyes! Dave Finley, the former wrestler and agent with Tri-State Wrestling, the man who harassed me and took a dump in my gym bag, and the man who caused me to leave the company altogether, was sitting at one of my two tables on my first night at Hooters! As I would later learn, he was a regular customer and good friends with the owners and manager, but still...

How much worse could my luck get?!

"Listen, Dave, I don't want to have a scene here," I said calmly. "Just give me your order."
"You got me fired, Ally," he said, shaking his head at me.
"They fired you?" I asked, totally shocked.
"Oh come on," Dave grumbled. "Don't lie...you got me canned."
"I did no such thing," I responded. "I haven't worked for TSW since the night you...well, you know what you did. I haven't even spoken to anyone there in weeks."
"Yeah, right," said Dave dismissively.
"RIGHT," I said strongly. "And you deserved to get fired for what you did. Now, are you going to order some food?"

I was really surprised that Dave was fired. He went back years with the O'Reilly family and TSW, and he was really tight with John Jr. And it wasn't like I was a management favorite, if he was, in fact, fired for what he did to me. I have to admit that I did take some satisfaction in his dismissal. I normally wouldn't take joy in somebody losing a job, especially with my experience over the last couple of months, but what he did to me was awful. He'll get ZERO sympathy from me!

"She's a feisty one," said the man who was dining with Dave.
"She's Sporty Ally, Dick," said Dave. "Chick who quit to have a baby years ago and just came back."
"Oh yeah," said Dick. (An appropriate name as I would quickly find out!) "I knew I had seen that big, fine ass somewhere! Looking hot in those short-shorts, sweet cheeks."
"Are you guys going to order?" I asked, really trying to avoid an ugly scene.
"She's the one who gets all the wedgies?" Dick asked.
"That's her!" laughed Dave. "Sporty Wedgie, we called her!"
"Oh, like this?" Dick asked, giving my shorts a big tug up my butt crack!

I couldn't believe it! The aptly named DICK gave me a wedgie right in the middle of the restaurant! Leave it to me to get a wedgie on my first day at a new job! It was a huge wedgie too -- not particularly painful since the shorts were rather flimsy, but the slick, orange material on the even slicker pantyhose allowed the shorts to just slide right up my ass! The shorts had to be at least halfway up my back!

"Well, maybe nobody saw that," I thought, quickly reaching back to fix the super-high wedgie. Yeah, right! The entire restaurant burst into a combination of laughter, whistling, and comments I'd rather not repeat. It was so embarrassing! I know, I had been wedgied in front of thousands of people before, but that was professional wrestling where crazy stuff happens all the time. This was different -- I wasn't Sporty Ally, I was just a woman working hard to provide for my children, and there I was, a laughingstock with my big butt on display (except for some flesh-colored pantyhose)!

I wanted to punch Dick and smack the smile off Dave's face, but I just fixed my shorts and walked back to the kitchen area to compose myself.

"Are you okay, honey?" asked a fellow waitress.
"I'll be fine, " I answered, still adjusting my shorts. While they were no longer pulled up my crack like a thong, getting them back into comfortable place was difficult since they were too small to begin with.
"Gosh, a lot of girls have their butts grabbed here, but I've never seen a wedgie before," she continued.
"Thanks for the factoid," I said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't making fun of you..."
"It's okay...I didn't mean to jump at you...just NOT what I wanted to happen on my first night. Or any night, for that matter! It's been bad enough walking around with these shorts halfway up my butt all night. I'm Ally, by the way."
"I'm Denise. Yeah, Mike (the Hooters manager) is kind of a perv. Hard to believe that a guy who manages a Hooters is a pervert, huh? Looks like he gave you some small shorts. He tends to do that...you were kind of an easy target since you're a big girl. I don't mean that in a negative way, Ally...you're beautiful and I'd kill to have your butt. I just wouldn't want to show as much of it as you've been showing tonight...that constant wedgie looks uncomfortable!"
"Kind of, but I'm used to it," I laughed. "Are those guys...the guy that gave me the wedgie...regulars?"
"Afraid so," answered Denise. "Dave, the short bulky guy, is a wrestler, I think. The other guy who gave you the wedgie is just a buddy of his. Dave kinds of runs this place. Besides being a pervert, Mike is a huge suck-up for celebrities. I don't think he even watches wrestling, but he knows Dave is on TV. Plus, Dave brings in other wrestlers to eat...very good for business."
"I see..."
"Yeah, I wouldn't bother complaining to Mike. Just watch your back...literally."

Somebody must hate me! Dave was a V.I. f'n P. at my new job! While it felt good to know that he was fired, between that humiliating wedgie and the thought that I would still see him on a regular basis, I felt like life just spanked me on the ass again. And speaking of being spanked, after that family left, two more drinking buddies came in, and I fell for the old "drop something on the floor" trick. One guy dropped his fork on the floor, I bent over to pick it up, trying to be helpful, and the other guy spanked me! Almost knocked me over! As you would probably guess, Dave and Dick, sitting at the next table, thought it was hilarious that I had my ass spanked. Ugh!

So now I had two tables with four jerks to deal with, and my shorts were riding up constantly. Fortunately, both tables calmed down somewhat -- I guess they just finally wanted to eat their dinner. The other two guys were actually nice after the butt spanking, probably because I was a good sport about it, and left me a really generous tip. Dave and Dick, on the other hand, kept making rude comments, and worse, they wouldn't leave! They just sat there all night and didn't leave a tip. What a first night!

Closing time came and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I put a track suit on over my Hooter Girl uniform and left. At least my night was over, right? Wrong! Dave and Dick were in the parking lot waiting for me.

"Listen, Dave," I said. "I didn't get you fired! I didn't say anything to John Jr. or anyone in the company. Now leave or I'll call the police!"
"Sure...sure," Dave said, slurring his words from the alcohol. "I'm sure you'll be women's champion someday...just as soon as you get that fat ass of yours in bed with Johnny. Just like Pheobe..."
"You're an asshole!" I yelled. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone, for anything, and I'm NOT with the company! I'm done! Now get lost you sad, bitter old man!"

As I was yelling at Dave, I didn't realize that Dick had snuck up behind me. Before I knew what happened, my Hooter Girl shorts were yanked up my ass again! Dick had reached into my track pants (or my shorts were just sticking out), and gave me another massive wedgie!

"LET GO!" I screamed, reaching back to free myself, the shorts pulled high over my waistline.

I finally freed myself, but Dave grabbed me around the waist and put me in a bearhug. He was not a big man, but he was really strong, lifting me up off the ground and squeezing tight.

"Johnny instructed the other girls to give Ally wedgies," Dave said to Dick. "Big money from the horny bastards on the internet. Maybe we should record this?"

While Dave continued squeezing me with his arms, he grabbed the waistband of my track pants with his hands and pulled them up my ass! OUCH! The seam of the pants ripping into my butt was really painful, along with forcing my shorts and thong deeper into my already sore crack.

A man finally walked up to Dave and told him to put me down, which he did, but then Dave punched the poor guy in the face!

"One of your loser fans, fat ass?" laughed Dave, as I was on the ground trying to remove my wedgie. A crowd had formed around us, waiting to see what would happened next, apparently. "Just go home, Ally," he continued. "You're a washed-up has-been...you're pathetic..."

"No...no," I said, getting back to my feet, and gritting my teeth. "This isn't over!"

I lunged towards Dave and punched him in the chin, causing his knees to buckle. He took a wild swing at me, which I easily ducked, and left himself wide open. I took advantage of the opportunity, breaking his nose and knocking him down to the parking lot pavement! A K.O., baby!

I asked Dick if he wanted some, but he quickly backed away, choosing to help Dave to the car instead.

The crowd standing around us began cheering me, and a couple of guys lifted me up on their shoulders! As I soon found out, Dave had made quite a few enemies at this Hooters. They loved that someone finally stood up to Dave and taught him a lesson!

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I had the next day off, so I decided that I'd go visit Zoey at her store. I really wanted to thank her for the Pearl Jam LPs and turntable, and I just wanted to see her again. As usual, I tried to disguise myself a bit, wearing my hair pulled back in a ponytail, my Yankees' baseball cap, and some sunglasses. It wasn't like I was a major celebrity, or anything close, but I was still nervous about the TSW shows airing, and I can attract some "interesting" fans.

I walked into Zoey's store, "Midtown Music Experience", and browsed for a while as the a clerk told me that she was out for lunch.

"ALLY!" Zoey screamed from behind, as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Zoey!" I exclaimed, turning around and giving her a big hug.
"It's soooooooooooooo good to see you," she said, looking as cute as always with her shoulder-length pink hair, assorted piercings, a Sonic Youth t-shirt, and a denim mini-skirt. "I've been worried about ya!"
"Awww...thanks!" I said, almost tearing up. "And thank you for the gift! Just amazing! That package really gave me a lift...I needed one!"
"My pleasure, Ally! You got me out of a terrible situation. I can't thank you enough!"
"How did you recognize me in my sunglasses and hat?" I asked, jokingly.
"Oh, that's your disguise?" Zoey laughed. "Well, you still look a lot different than my usual clientele...no piercings, colored hair, or tats, and I'll never lose that image of your beautiful rump in my head! Even in those jeans...I was like, that wedgie looks familiar!"
"You're funny!" I said, giving Zoey another hug.
"Let's go back to my office!" she said. We can hang there!"

As I expected, Zoey's office was really cool. She had tons of music memorabilia, including some autographed photos she had taken with musicians who appeared at the store. She even had one with Eddie Vedder. I was so jealous! We sat down on a black leather couch and began talking.

"Things have been a bit tough lately," I said. "I wanted to call you, but I was kind of depressed.'
"It's okay, sweetie," she said, putting an arm around me.
"I don't know if you saw my last show with TSW?"
"I think I did. The one with that crazy Spice?"
"Yeah...anyway, I quit after that show. I didn't actually quit, I just haven't returned any of their calls since. There was also an ugly prank played on me by one of the agents."
"I'm sorry, Ally! That was terrible. I started crying myself when they paddled you. You looked so upset."
"Thanks, Zoey. Yeah, that was way over the line. I'm willing to do a lot of things, but that whole scene was just too much."
"What are doing now?"
"I started at Hooters, but I already hate it."
"That place makes my skin crawl. Although, I wouldn't mind seeing you in those little orange shorts!"
"I bet!"
"Just promise me that you won't disappear again? I know our relationship is a bit complex, but I hope we can at least be friends...good friends. I love you."
"I love you, too, Zoey. I was just in a mindset where I wanted to push people away. I do that sometimes and regret it every time. Friends forever, Zoey!"

As we began hugging again, there was a knock on Zoey's door.

"Sorry, Ally, but I kind of have to pay attention to what's happening at the store!"
"I understand..."
"Come in!" yelled Zoey.
"He's here, Zoey," said the female clerk, peeking her head into the office.
"Yep, I knew he was coming...send him in," smiled Zoey.

I couldn't believe who I saw walking into Zoey's office!

"Ally, this is one of my best customers and a really good friend, Zach!"

To be continued

"Hi, Zach," I said, giggling.
"Hey, Ally," he answered, also sporting a goofy smile as he extended his hand.
"Wait a minute..." said Zoey, looking a bit confused. "Do you guys know each other? It kind of seems that way..."
"Yes...Zach's a fan," I answered.
"A fan...like...I'm a fan?" Zoey asked, now with her own goofy smile.
"You're a wrestling fan, Zoey?" asked Zach. "I never would have figured..."
"Same here," said Zoey. "You're too well-mannered, intelligent, and hygienic to be a wrestling fan!"
"Well, now that you guys have insulted my profession...eh...former profession!" I said smiling. "I'm just kidding! Trust me...I was really surprised and pleased to find I had fans like you two. Some of my fans are a little scary!"
"Wait..." said Zach. "Did you guys meet at a show or..."
"Well..." I hesitated, looking over at Zoey, who was laughing.
"Oh my...that's...HOT!" exclaimed Zach, breaking from his usually reserved self.
"I just can't believe that my sensitive, little Zachy had a private wrestling session with a hot babe!" laughed Zoey, punching Zach on the shoulder.
"Well, I CAN believe that my crazy, sexy Zoey had a private wrestling session with a hot babe!" smiled Zach. "It's just so...HOT!"

While I was somewhat embarrassed, there was something really special about this crazy, crazy impromptu get-together. I hadn't known Zach and Zoey for long, but I felt so comfortable around them. That they were already friends was really cool too. I missed Zach even though it was my fault that we hadn't seen each other. He was so unlike the other guys I had relationships with -- mostly the jock types, including my children's father, the wrestler, Daring Dan Dickerson. They were the type of guys who were always throwing the "macho" at you. Zach was sweet and sensitive, not like that at all, but he still had a bit of an edge. After all, he paid to have a half-naked woman come to his house and wrestle him!

The potential problem was that Zoey really liked me and I really liked Zach, but Zoey seemed to understand how I felt about her. Of course, I wasn't totally sure how I felt about her! I really enjoyed her touch.

Meanwhile, apparently I was totally staring at Zach!

"Hello!" yelled Zoey. "Earth to Ally! Ally, are you there?"
"What? Yeah...yeah," I said, coming out of my trance-like state.
"I have a store to manage, guys." said Zoey. "You're welcome to hang here, but I have some work to do..."

Zach and I continued staring at each other...

"ZACH!" barked Zoey. "Ally looks thirsty...maybe even hungry...hint...HINT..."
"Oh yeah! Ally, would you like to grab a bite?" asked Zach.
"I'd love to!"
"Have fun, kids!" said Zoey, wrapping her arms around us. "Just remember...it's only the first date!"

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I had a really nice lunch with Zach. I apologized for yelling at him after my last TSW show, which he totally understood. I asked him if he had been to any shows since that one. He had. "I was really hoping to see you there, Ally," he said. "I was worried about you, and I just wanted to see you again. So did the fans! They still had your name up on the sign outside the arena for that next show, and people were pissed that you weren't there! So much so that they had to offer refunds due to the false advertising, and a lot of people marched up to the ticket office and got their money back...including me, of course! But before that everyone was chanting your name -- one half the arena yelled "Sporty" and the other half "Ally". It was awesome! Well, except for the fact that you weren't there."

Wow! I was really surprised to hear that. I knew I was popular with the fans, but the bookers had made me into such a joke. It seemed like the fans picked up on that, and turned on me by the end of the Spice match, but the whole night was such a blur to me. I was so hurt and angry! Maybe I overreacted? Either way, it was good to hear, and it certainly explained why John O'Reilly Jr. kept calling me. With Dave's firing and the fans still wanting to see me, maybe I would take his next call.

After lunch, Zach invited me back to his place. I had to pick up the kids, but I had a couple of hours so I went.

We hung out for a while, drinking iced tea and listening to music. I could tell Zach wanted to ask me something, but he couldn't quite spit it out. It was really cute, actually. I decided to end his suffering...I knew what he was thinking.

"Zach, wanna wrestle?"
"Yes...I mean, if you want to? I just didn't want you to think that wrestling is all I care about..."
"No...I know you're not like that. One problem...I don't have my gear with me. I'm not sure if I can move around that well...these jeans are kind of tight."
"I noticed!"
"I'm sure! Anyway, I'm only wearing a thong underneath so..."
"That's a problem?"
"Funny! Dirty boy!"
"Actually, Ally...believe it or not, I have one of your old leotards here!"
"WHAT?!"
"No, it's nothing like that! I won it in an auction...for charity! Remember TSW's annual auction for "Make a Wish"?
"Oh yeah...yeah! You were the lucky guy."
"You better believe it!"
"How does it fit?"
"What? I've never worn it, silly! It's just a souvenir from my favorite wrestler!"
"Sure!"
"Well, there was that one confusing time...JUST KIDDING!"
"I know! I'm just having fun, Zach! Now, get me that leotard so I can get changed and kick your butt!"

As I slipped the leotard on, I quickly realized why I put it up for auction -- it was TOO SMALL! Even small for the twenty year-old me, before I had kids! Fortunately, the weight I gained was not in my stomach, so the red, high-cut leotard looked fine there, but my hips and butt were considerably bigger and I had a GIANT wedgie! Much worse than my current leotards, which at least covered most of my ass, and took some time to ride up. This was almost an instant thong! I guess Zach wouldn't mind, but gosh did my butt look big! Well, bigger than usual...

I came out of the bathroom ready to teach Zach a lesson, but he was hiding!

"Gotcha!" he declared, sneaking up from behind and putting me in a full nelson.
"Whoa! You actually learned a wrestling hold!" I cracked, mocking Zach's lack of wrestling ability.

Meanwhile, with my arms raised above my head and the shoulder straps pulling up on the bottom part of the leotard, I was getting a major wedgie! Ouch! Like this leotard wasn't uncomfortable enough already!

"You're giving me such a wedgie, Zach!" I whimpered, playing the damsel in distress.
"Oh, I can see that, Ally! Still think I can't wrestle?" he mocked.
"YES!" I said, quickly breaking the hold, and getting behind him. "See how easy that was?"
"I was just distracted," laughed Zach, as I put my arms around his waist. "You're butt...it's fantastic!"
"Such a charmer! Even in this leotard?"
"Oh God YES!"
"Haha! Funny! But you really can't give me a wedgie, Zachy. It's already up there!"
"Really, Ally? Let's test that!"
"What?"

Zach reached behind my back and grabbed my leotard!

"OUCH!" I screamed, as he yanked it up my crack, and way, way up my back!
"See! Told ya!" laughed Zach, now behind me and admiring his work!
"Alright! You've made your point! LET GO" I screamed playfully, hamming-it-up with a silly dance.
"Ally, I hope you don't mind me saying this...you're sweet, a lot of fun, intelligent and just a beautiful woman, but damn you have the best ass that I've EVER seen!"
"Nope!" I said. "I don't mind you saying that! And I loved that the 'sweet, fun, intelligent' part, and if the booty does it for you, that's good too!"
"It does...it's so plump and round, and the way it jiggles..."
"Okay! I get it! Can we have less butt, more 'sweet, fun, intelligent', AND can you let go of my leotard! You're going to split me in half!"

Zach let got of my leotard and gave me an amazing kiss!

"Wow, Zach...that was incredible..."
"You're incredible, Ally. I can't believe all of this..."
"Well, believe it! Face it, tiger. You just hit the jackpot!"
"All of this and you read Spider-Man too!"
"Not in a long time...but I used to read a comic here and there when I was younger!"
"Damn..."
"Yep!"
"So, you really...like...wrestled Zoey?"
"Yep! I even sat on her face!"
"Holy fuck!"
"Zach! That language! I'm just kidding. Play your cards right, mister, and maybe Zoey and I will wrestle again...JUST FOR YOU."
"Uh...huh..."
"Okay, Zachy, while you babble incoherently, I have to get dressed and go. Have to pick up the kids!"

I kissed Zach and gave him one last look at his piece of Sporty Ally memorabilia, wedged tightly up my ass. The little bugger even snuck in a quick spanking as I ran off to the bathroom!

"I had a lot of fun today," I said to Zach, holding his hands before I left.
"So did I," smiled Zach, as he kissed me again. "I'll call you."
"I hope so! And I might start wrestling again. If I do, I'll call you and leave a ticket at the door!"

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What a fabulous day! Seeing Zoey again felt so good and of course Zach! ZACH! I may have to fulfill Zach's little fantasy and have a private wrestling match with Zoey, for his eyes only. Gosh, did he look excited! Actually, it kind of excites me, and I'm sure Zoey would be up for it. Would she ever!

That night I got another call from John O'Reilly, and this time I picked up! I was booked for the next TSW show! A rematch with Paris. I couldn't wait to teach that bitch a lesson! At least I hoped that was the plan...

To be continued

I stood nervously behind the curtains waiting for my signal to go to the ring. Yes, I was working for Tri-State Wrestling again! My entrance music, "Cherub Rock" by the Smashing Pumpkins, played and the crowd erupted into cheers! Zach told me that the fans were still chanting my name, but it was so fantastic to hear it for myself! It's like a drug, and whether it's cheers or boos, every wrestler craves the reaction.

I was wearing one of my favorite leotards -- black, high-cut on the legs and the trademark Adidas white stripes down the sides, along with shiny black boots with "SA" in white on the sides, black knee pads and matching elbow pads. I wore my long black hair down, and I was looking pretty bad-ass, I must say!

While my black leotard was tight, and already riding up my butt as I walked to the ring, at least it fit better than the one Zach had! I really needed to order some new leotards for my post-giving-birth-to-twins' body, but I was afraid that there would be backlash from my fans! I'd visit the TSW website, and they'd rave about my "old school" leotards, and how much better they looked than what the other wrestlers wore to compete. Of course, there were also a lot of rude comments that I could do without, but that's the internet I'm afraid!

I spent a couple of minutes greeting the fans at ringside before I climbed into the ring. Zach was sitting front row (had to take care of my guy!) and I gave him a huge kiss! I couldn't resist! He looked a little embarrassed afterwards, but very happy at the same time! It was also a funny scene as a bunch of guys ran up front wanting to get their own kiss! Sorry, boys, only one very lucky guy gets to kiss these lips!

I got into the ring and waited for Paris to make her entrance. Her music hit, and out she came, a microphone in hand. She looked a lot like Paris Hilton, hence the name. She was tall and slender with long blonde hair, and she wore long, pink tights covered in flowers and a matching top/sports bra.

"Cut my music!" she yelled, as she slowly walked to the ring. "Well, look who's back!" she continued, shaking her head in disdain. "It's the legendary Sporty Ally! Stop picking your fat butt for two seconds and listen to me!"

Ouch! And I actually was in the middle of adjusting my leotard. Fortunately, the fans began booing Paris, and a "Sporty Ally" chant broke out!

"Shut up, you idiots!" yelled Paris. "You'll be chanting PARIS after I kick your heroine's big behind! Face it, Sporty Wedgie, you're just a washed-up, has-been who should be home taking care of your brats and making dinner for some fat, smelly guy!"

"That's it!" I yelled, jumping out of the ring and attacking Paris. The sound was almost deafening as I beat on her at ringside. Boy, was that fun! I hit her with a series of punches that sent her down to the floor, and she was begging for mercy. I slapped her across the face (kind of hard, I must admit...Ha! Ha!), then picked her up by the arm to throw her into the steel steps. As I started to throw her, she reversed it and sent me crashing into the steps.

The referee yelled for us to get in the ring so he could ring the bell to officially start the match. I was still down selling the stair bump, so Paris grabbed me by the hair and the back of my leotard and tossed me in the ring. She gave me a huge wedgie as she threw me on to the ring apron and rolled me back in the ring. It wasn't like that hadn't happened to me a thousand times before, but being handled like that was always kind of humiliating -- first getting my leotard pulled up my butt, then having her hand on my bare ass as she pushed me through the ropes.

Paris continued beating on me for a couple of minutes as I rolled around the ring helpless. To her credit, she at least learned to punch and kick without hurting her opponent. She beat me up pretty bad last time! Since I was selling, I didn't fix my leotard, leaving it wedged up my crack the entire time. Hopefully the fans were actually paying attention to the match and not just gawking at my big, naked butt!

As I finally got on my hands and knees, Paris sat on my back like I was a horse, and spanked my ass so I'd move. The fans were booing loudly and chanting for my comeback! I granted them their wish, grabbing Paris by her long, blonde hair, and flipping her on to her back. Now I was in control, sitting on top of her and hitting her with a series of punches. I swear, my eardrums were about to burst as she screamed, but she was doing a great job selling my offense.

The ref finally pulled me off her, and I stood up and celebrated, followed by a long overdue wedgie-pick. Gosh, that felt good! I was getting all cheers until I picked the wedgie then some guys actually booed! As usual, that was funny.

I pulled Paris up off the mat and whipped her into the corner. Next, came the classic babyface (good guy) mistake as I charged into the corner, but Paris moved out of the way. I went shoulder-first into the steel post, thus giving her the advantage in the match. I actually hit the post a bit harder than I had meant to (my timing was a little off), so as I writhed in pain on the mat, some of it was real! Ouch!

Paris pulled me up by the hair (no wedgie, thank you!) and began pounding on my "injured" shoulder. Now I did some screaming, really putting over that my shoulder was hurting. Paris next applied an armlock and the referee asked me if I wanted to give up. I yelled "NO!" and the crowd cheered.

Paris released my arm and began yelling at the referee as I continued massaging my shoulder. I stumbled over to her, but with my bad shoulder, I was almost defenseless as she grabbed the back of my leotard and cranked it up my ass! We planned this wedgie beforehand, and of course John Jr. wanted it for the download / DVD sales!

While Paris was playing a character, there was no doubt in my mind that she enjoyed giving me wedgies! She pulled the leotard high up my back, stretching the black spandex to its limits, and (really) punishing my butt crack and vagina. Normally I did my ridiculous dancing and hopping up and down to sell a wedgie, but this time I really had no choice!

The fans, while booing all of Paris's other offense, cheered wildly for the wedgie! Who knew that wedgies were so popular?! She also got them to laugh at me, yelling, "Look at that fat ass jiggle!" I was beginning to worry that the fans would turn on me again.

Paris pulled me over to the ropes by the back of my leotard, then bent me over the top rope so I was positioned with my butt in the air. Next, she spanked me until I finally fell out of the ring and to the floor. I bet you're wondering why I came back for this?? I began crawling up the ramp to the back, my leotard still buried between my cheeks. Paris grabbed a microphone and began taunting me. "Look! Sporty Wedgie is quitting AGAIN!" she laughed, as the crowd went from stunned to angry, boos raining down on Paris.

I dramatically staggered to my feet, fixed my leotard, and screamed "NO!" as I charged back into the ring. The crowd went crazy as I tackled Paris and began pounding her again. I was so into it, feeding on the fans' energy, that I probably hit Paris a little too hard on a couple of blows! It was a mistake! Honest! I think my fans were getting the "best of both worlds", as I was winning the match and my leotard, from the running and chaotic action, went right up my butt again!

I got up off Paris and briefly rubbed my shoulder, showing that I was still suffering from the pain, but fighting through it. There's nothing worse than when a wrestler really sells an injury, then the pain is suddenly two minutes later! Unfortunately, Paris took advantage of this, kicking me in the stomach so I was doubled-over, then grabbing the back of my leotard again! Although she was giving me yet another wedgie, this time the purpose was to throw me into the corner so I'd hit my injured shoulder and the match would be over! The crowd gasped as I looked absolutely helpless, but I quickly escaped her grasp, and threw her headfirst into the corner!

Paris, either hitting her head or shoulder, came stumbling out of the corner as I waited to finish her off. I hit Paris with my own kick to the stomach, and with her doubled-over, put her head between my legs, readying her for my finishing move. The crowd popped as the knew what was coming! I put my arms under her midsection, lifted her up in the air (flipping her) until she was sitting on my shoulders, then slammed her back-first to the mat as I left my feet and landed on my butt. It was a move commonly known as the sit-out powerbomb, but I called mine the "Ally Bomb", of course! I loved doing the move because it looked cool and I was one of the few women who was strong enough to perform it.

Gosh, it felt so good hitting the Ally Bomb, and afterwards I got the easy 1-2-3 count for the win! The fans went crazy as the referee lifted my arm in victory. Zach was smiling ear-to-ear, throwing me a kiss as I celebrated the win. I was so excited, I didn't even bother to fix my leotard, which would probably need to be surgically removed from my crack!

The fans didn't want me to leave the ring, as one half of the arena chanted "Sporty!" and the other half followed with "Ally!", but there was still another match left on the show so I had to go. Of course, some of the fans weren't unhappy to see me go as I bent over through the ring ropes with my leotard still pulled way up my big butt!

Before making my way back up the aisle to the locker rooms, I walked up to Zach smiling. "You were incredible, baby!" he said, giving me a kiss and a hug.

As I made my way around the ringside area to leave, a beautiful young woman in the front row said, "Great match, Ally!" I wanted to talk to her -- she looked like someone I might know, but I really had to leave as the next match was about to start. Damn, she looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was! I hoped I'd see her again.

After a few more high fives from the fans, and only one jerk grabbed my ass thankfully, I made it up the aisle and into the locker room. "Good show!" said a voice from behind, as I began getting undressed so I could shower. It was the TSW Women's champion Phoebe Flare, of all people! As you may remember, our first meeting didn't go particularly well! "Maybe we can do something together in the ring?" she said with a smile, quickly leaving the locker room before I could answer.

Interesting...

The End