Part I – The Taping

By The Jobber King ([email protected])

Mrs. Johnson didn't hesitate to show me the Red Card. It wasn't like I could
argue -- my jizz was on the mat underneath me as I was still on my hands and
knees. Susan had just gotten off of my back and was making her way back to her
corner. Her lubed up right hand, shiny under the lights, raised in a
traditional victory salute. Her back and huge ass were covered in sweat. The
large digital timer read 9:17, marking when my first shot hit the mat.

"Give her a Red too, Ref!!" My manager, Simone, yelled from my corner. "She was
on his cock way too long!!"

"No way!! You're just pissed you won't get any post-match action now!" Susan's
sister and cornerwoman, Lisa, retorted. It was common knowledge that Simone and
I were fuckbuddies, even though we tried to be discrete. After all, she is
married and old enough to be my mom. Her husband is literally an absent minded
professor (but not in the department in which I’m majoring) who must know what's going on. I think they have an unspoken understanding that he's ok with it -- I know I'm not the first wrestler she's managed and fucked -- so long that she doesn't flaunt it in front of his face.

To her credit, Mrs. Johnson did check the video replay, and the mid-ring camera
-- located about two inches below the ring to get the classic "up shot" --
managed to perfectly capture Susan wrapping her right hand around my groin at
the 8:16 mark. It was a bit weird to stand there in my corner, looking across
at the big screen TV over the scorer's table, watching myself get jacked.

"That's a good release!" Lisa called out when it was clear that Susan had fully
pulled her hand away at the 8:43 mark, a full three seconds before the 30 second
maximum, applicable to the last two minutes of the match.

"C'mon, c'mon" I heard Simone whisper under her breath. "That's it!! Foul,
ref!! Foul!!" Simone yelled as it was obvious that Susan gripped me again at
8:50 of running time. She was required to lay off my dick for a full ten
seconds.

Lisa tried to plead Susan's case, arguing that her wrestler had held off the
jack for more than ten seconds. To be fair, that was true as Susan didn't start
working me over until 8:55. But the rules were very clear, and Mrs. Johnson was
a stickler for the rules. She approached Susan's corner and held a second Red
Card high in the air. Susan put her head down and Lisa rubbed her back to
console her.

The ref then called us both to the center of the ring. The steadycam operator
was just a few feet in front of us, in the ring. This was the time when I felt
the most exposed. Standing there nude, my shriveled up post-cum cock there for
the secretive -- but obviously well-heeled -- video audience to gawk at.

Mrs. Johnson, looking every inch the butch lesbian High School Girl's Basketball
referee and substitute PE teacher that she was in real life, stood between me
and Susan in her polyester black and whites.

"Troy Collins . . . Red Card . . . Disqualification." Mrs. Johnson announced in
her officious, no-nonense manner as she held the card above my head and then
handed it to me. "Susan Williams . . . Red Card . . . Disqualification." and
handed the second Red Card to my opponent. Susan and I shake hands, but we
still have some work to do -- the Post-Match Interview.

Every guy has a crush on Sonia, a total hottie who does the interviews in a low
cut blouse and miniskirt. She's pretty short -- 5'2" I'd guess -- and she puts
herself right against you and presses her big, enhanced tits right into your
ribs and has you put your right arm around her hip so you can grab her ass. In
terms of looks, she's like a poor man's version of the Mexican younger wife on
that nightly soap opera no one admits to watching, but still oozes sensuality.

"Troy, you were up 3 to 1 with three minutes to go. Looked like you were
dominating her. What happened?"

"I got a little too aggressive. Probably shouldn't have tried that take down
move. Susan defended it real well."

"It looked like she got a bit of a front choke hold from where I was sitting."

"Yeah, well, it might have been a bit deep, but she moved quickly out of it, and
I don't think any ref is going to call that."

"Susan's a very technical wrestler. Did it surprise you when she went for the
nipple grip?"

I let out a nervous laugh. "Oh yeah. I was thinking she's on my back, she's
going to go for a quick submission by chin pull."

"It looked like the nip grips put you off your game a bit."

"If you mean it hurt like hell to have her yank on my nipples and twist them,
yeah, it put me off my game."

"When Susan got you on your back, she executed a nice little spin move while she
had your right wrist."

"I thought I had enough time to roll out, but she caught my arm and gave it a
good yank. Some wrestlers have a really fast first step. Susan's deceptive as
her second and third steps are fast."

"It looked like she caught you pretty flush with that RFS [reverse facesit]."
Sonia commented.

I couldn't help but massage my jaw at this point and Sonia and I share a little
chuckle.

"She got me good, and Susan knows how to finish that hold but good." Was all I
could say.

"The Ref said she got you with a Full Mount, so it was a domination pin." Sonia
noted, using the technical term when a woman jams her pussy right into your
mouth.

"Like I said, Susan knows how to finish that hold." There isn't much to say
when a woman pins you for 10 seconds while her pussy is forcing you to breath
through your nose.

"I have to say, I thought that Susan was going to pull out a win since you had
to start in the submissive position." Sonia said, referring to the fact that
Susan forcing me to jizz would disqualify me and give her the win -- assuming,
of course, that she didn't get Red Carded herself. And since Susan had got the
domination pin, I had to start on my hands and knees.

"It's not a good feeling to see her getting her right hand lubed up. I was in a
bad spot, as there was almost 2 minutes left and I didn't see how I could hold
out for that long."

"She started out with a Western Pull, right?" Sonia said, referring to the
basic jack move that Susan initially put on me.

"Yeah . . . " I mean, what am I supposed to say?

"And then she got a big more creative with the Madaraya Grip." Sonia continued,
referring to a twister grip that reportedly is used in clubs in the Far Eastern Provinces.

"I don't think it's a secret anymore that I'm partial to that grip."

"All five of your DQ's this season were due to that grip, right?" Sonia asked.

"I think so, but Susan was also really rubbing my prostate with her left hand."

"So that explains your pretty big shot at the end. Not that you have anything
going with Susan on the side?" Sonia loved to be a gossip, and to suggest that
the wrestlers were having wild sex with each other, which wasn't the case as far
as I could tell.

"No. no . . . she just really knew how to get me to shoot is all. Like me, this
is her second season and she knows how to get the win."

"Were you surprised that she got DQ'ed also?" Sonia asked.

"To be honest, yeah. But I had other things to concentrate on at the time, and
wasn't looking at the clock."

"So a bit of good fortune, as you don't take a loss for this one." Sonia noted.

"This late in the season, a lucky break for sure. Susan had me dead to rights.
I need every point with the tourney coming up, and getting a good seed is so
important."

"As always, best of luck Troy and I know your fans will be rooting for you."
Sonia ended the interview with her usual line.

Then it was off to the showers, finally. I would be back next week for another
taping. Of course, I would have to study for that test in Organic Chemistry before
then.