A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 8
By Dark J

After dropping Julia and Jason off at school and doing a few errands, I stopped by Zoey's store, "Midtown Music Experience." Zoey was doing a raffle to raise money for several local charities, so I was more than happy to donate a few items. I autographed a bunch of 8x10 photos and a pair of boots and a leotard I wore for a match. I was just praying that someone who was an actual fan of my work won the leotard! I get so many requests through my website and TSW's site for worn leotards, specifying that they haven't been washed! I mean, the people out there… Of course, I say this as I go to see my dear friend Zoey… who paid me to sit on her face! With my naked ass, no less! She's sweetheart, though, and a dear friend! I love the girl!

"Ally!" Zoey screamed, as she opened the door to her office in the back of the store. She looked adorable with her hair colored neon-green, a Bad Brains t-shirt, and some black jeans. I was wearing a Yankees' cap, sunglasses, a black t-shirt, and denim jeans. The cap and glasses were good for not being recognized. I'm far from a major celebrity and I can get around pretty well without concealing my identity, but every so often I get a pushy fan and sometimes I just don't want to chance it. "I've missed you, sweetie!" she continued, giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I put the stuff I was donating down on Zoey's desk and we sat down on her black leather couch to talk.

"I've been so busy lately," I said. "Between promoting the match, the kids, and Zach, I've been buried." Of course, some of that time had been spent with Sarah, but I really didn't want to get into that. I guess I was feeling guilty and even making me even more uncomfortable was that Zoey and Zach are such good friends. Plus, Zoey always had a thing for me.
"Oh, I understand," smiled Zoey. "I just miss hanging out, you know? And hey, I'm hearing some rumors…"
"Oh crap!" I thought, fearing these rumors were about me and Sarah. "Really?" I said.
"No, nothing bad, baby," Zoey laughed. "Just that you could be moving in with Zach… and maybe a little more of a commitment…"
"Oh, yes!" I answered. "We're talking about it for sure!"
"That's great!" smiled Zoey. "My two best friends together is just all kinds of cool! Maybe we could do another 'match' for Zach? He… um… really enjoyed it…"
"Ha-ha! He has mentioned it… a few thousand times!" I laughed. "I wouldn't mind doing it again. You?"
"Um… YES!" laughed Zoey. "Maybe we could practice? Like… NOW!"
"Now?" I smirked. "In your store? And I'm not wearing my gear. I'm not exactly looking my Sportiest or sexiest…"
"Well, nothing tops your skimpy leotards, Allison," giggled Zoey, "but you do fill out a pair of tight jeans rather nicely."
"Why thank you, my dear!" I responded, standing up to model my tight jeans.
"Oh, yummy!" Zoey exclaimed, as I turned around and shook my butt. "I must say, your skintight jeans have the same affection for your ass crack that your leotards do!"
"Yes," I laughed, the seam of my jeans creeping between my cheeks for sure. "But I've had worse wedgies…"
"Absolutely!" Zoey agreed, grabbing the waistband on the back of my jeans before I could turn around. "But… this one is pretty bad!"
"Well, you're not helping, dear!" I played along, Zoey making the sturdy denim seam deep and tight in my ass. "You know, I usually get paid for these!"
"Really? You must be a billionaire ten times over if you get paid by the wedgie, Ally!" she laughed, jerking up on my jeans with both hands, the momentum bending me over the armrest on the couch. "God… I love the view," Zoey continued, slapping me across my big blue jean butt.
"Now, do you think I'm just going to let you dominate me like this?" I asked, pushing my body up off the armrest and landing butt-first on Zoey! "I gotcha!"
"You do… and I like being 'got'!" she laughed, pinned down to the couch as I sat on her chest. "You would really teach me a lesson if you put your big denim wedgie on my face!"
"I bet you would enjoy that," I smiled, looking back at Zoey as she had her hands on my hips, digging her thumbs into my buns. "You know, you attacked me from behind… not very nice, so I won't sit on your face! How about that, Evil Zoey?"
"Really, Sporty Tushy?" she laughed, moving her hands on to my back where my t-shirt was riding up. "I see London, I see France, I see Ally's underpants!"
"No!" I screamed, as Zoey yanked my white satin panties up my ass! (Okay, they were already up my ass, but you know what I mean!) Either they were sticking out of my pants, although hard to believe with how high Zoey wedged my pants, or she went 'fishing,' but she had my panties halfway up my freakin' back!
"Somebody has a lot of material up her big butt!" Zoey cackled, as the panties were causing a 'burn' inside my crack and the denim seam continued separating my sporty buns. "Do you give up, Ally Ass-cheeks?"
"Yes… YES!" I exclaimed, the panties not only cutting my ass but lodged between my pussy lips. "Only because I love these panties and don't want you to rip them, Evil Zoey!"
"Ha-ha! I am evil," she laughed, copping a feel on my butt as I got up off of her. "But damn it, your ass is glorious, Ally! So big and curvy and soft… and sexy…"
"Well, flattery will get you everywhere, cutie-pie," I smiled, undoing my jeans and pulling them down around my thighs.
"No… you wouldn't!" smiled Zoey, watching intently as I pulled the severely wedged panties out of my ass and privates.  
"Oh, I would," I smiled, lowering my ass down on to Zoey's face, the high-cut panties already riding up again so she'd be tasting my ass, literally.

I remembered the first time I sat on Zoey's face and how nervous it made me. I mean, who wouldn't be afraid of sticking your ass in someone's face for obvious reasons? But this time I was not only relaxed, but it really turned me on. I could feel her nose inside my crack and yes, her tongue licking around the inside of my butt. Gosh, I loved getting my ass "eaten" even though this wasn't quite like when Sarah did it. Zoey's moaning also did it for me, and I loved feeling her hands all over my bare cheeks. She had my panties wedged up my ass again, but this time she did it slowly and I fucking loved that. I raised my ass up (I was still scared I'd suffocate poor, little Zoey with my big butt!), but she wanted more, pulling me back down. Of course, me being me, I thought about that I had just dropped my kids off at school and we were doing this in Zoey's place of work, but it didn't kill my buzz. I really loved making Zoey happy. She was just the coolest, nicest person! As much as I loved Emily, she could be judgmental and there were things I just couldn't tell her. But with Zoey I always felt like I could be so open and free.

I got up off of Zoey's face again, my panties just buried between my cheeks, and this time she had had enough. "God, that was fun!" Zoey exclaimed, sitting up and giving me a playful slap on the butt. "I love how it jiggles!" "Oh, I hate that," I smirked, as I picked the panties out of my butt and pulled up my jeans. "I watch my matches from time to time… just to see what I can work on… and my ass never stops jiggling! Plus the camera always catching me when I pick a wedgie!" "It does make me laugh when the catch you picking your big tush!" laughed Zoey, as I struggled to get the jeans over my butt. "Need some help, Sexy Ally?"

I'll just say that Zoey's 'help' was a lot more fun for her than it was for me as she yanked my pants up for me! God, is she a lot stronger than she looks, lifting me off the freakin' ground! Ha-ha! "Thank you, Zoey!" I laughed, the seam of the jeans getting reacquainted with the crack of my ass. "My pleasure!" she giggled, the jeans wedged deep inside my bum again. "Hey, usually I'm trying to get you of your clothes, Allison!" "So true!" I laughed, fishing for a piece of paper in my pocketbook. "Hey, I have someone you should meet… Her name is Jessica Black. She wrestles as Living Dead Girl…" "Sure!" smiled Zoey, taking the piece of paper from my hand. "I really enjoyed your last match with her… seeing you win, of course…" "And?" I smirked, knowing full well that Zoey enjoyed a lot more than just my victory. "Ha-ha! Yes, the 'eye candy' during that match was off the hook!" she laughed. "Your big, beautiful ass was on display throughout the match, and while it's not often that my eyes stray from your 'Sporty Wedgie', Living Dead Girl has a delicious derriere in her own right! Besides the sheer sexay, I also got a kick out seeing you give someone else a wedgie! The black outfit, fishnets, tattoos, and permanent wedgie… I'd like me some Living Dead Girl!" "Are you trying to me jealous?" I laughed. "Anyway, Dead Girl… Jessica also fronts a heavy metal band and she needs a new manager. I know you dabble in that a little… Oh, and she does like girls…" "HELLO!" exclaimed Zoey, punching me on the shoulder. "I'm interested! In her music, of course… I will give her band a listen. I'm not much of a metalhead, but I do have a couple of their albums in stock and I'll give them a listen. God, she must look incredible onstage… She's so tall and sexy. I love girl singers!" "So I take it you'll call her?" I smiled. "Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed. "Cool!" I replied. "Okay, I have to get going… I have a match tonight. My last match before the big one with Phoebe. I'm not sure who I'm wrestling… And I'm a little nervous because John Jr. and Phoebe are putting together the match while Sarah's out of town. But it should be all right. Everyone's really pulling together to make sure our title match is the biggest event in the history or TSW. I can't wait!" "I can't wait, either!" smiled Zoey. "I'm so proud of you! Bye, my love!"

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I arrived at the TSW Arena that night still not knowing who my opponent would be. "Hey, Ally!" Phoebe said, walking into the locker room as I had just finished putting my gear on. "Sorry to interrupt… that looked like a lot work," she laughed, an obvious crack about me picking a wedgie. Did I just say 'crack'?? Anyway, yes, I was working my leotard out of my butt as Phoebe walked in, and of course she's a jerk and had to make a comment!

I was wearing one of my sexier leotards… a shiny, silver one with white stripes down the sides and cut really high on the hips, of course. What separated it from my other leotards was that the light color and finish of the material made it quite revealing… even in the areas it covered. You could see the outline of my nipples, and no matter how much I adjusted the front, I had major camel toe. In back, even when it was in place, (which wasn't often or for long!) you could see the full outline of my butt crack. But of course I'd have a constant wedgie throughout the match.

Why wear something so revealing? I guess I had 'made peace' with the pervy side of my fan-base, and yes, the money was good. I'll never apologize for trying to give my kids the best life possible, and that costs money. I also thought this attire would be good for this particular match. While I still didn't know who my opponent would be, I knew the basic plan for the match. I would be selling my injuries from the post-match, underhanded beating Phoebe gave me at the end of the last show, and forced into this match. So I wouldn't be at my physical best, meaning I'd be dominated for most of the match. And knowing what the fans like to see, especially the ones who buy downloads online, having me in constant peril in such a skimpy leotard would be popular. I had a more badass look planned for the title match (still sexy and wedgie-rific, though!), so a little more 'cheesecake' for this match would be fun.

Okay, back to Phoebe. After making a joke about my wedgie, which kind of pissed me off (I was hoping we were past that stuff), she really pissed me off with my opponent for the evening. Her name was Ms. X. She was a masked veteran wrestler who worked the indies for years. I actually wrestled her during my first run with TSW when I was 19 or 20. To be blunt, she was just an asshole. Totally bitter that she never made the big time, and jealous of any wrestler pushed ahead of her. She hated me back then because I was a young rising star, and that translated into a very "stiff" match. No, I don't mean "stiff" as in what happens to the guys who download my matches! I mean she was really rough with me. She worked "really close," which means her moves didn't protect me and her punches and kicks were really hard. I'm tough now and I was pretty tough back then, but I didn't know what to expect and it wasn't a lot of fun, to say the least! I was so sore afterwards. I was nursing injuries for weeks. She also humiliated me quite a bit with wedgies, spankings, and slaps across the face, but the violent style she worked with was just over the line. I always wondered how she kept getting work, but I later learned that there was a market for watching her rough up the "good girls." And now I would be working with her in a storyline that called for me to be dominated??

To be continued

I was set to wrestle Ms. X, but first we had to do an angle to set up the match. The last show ended with me being attacked and injured by Phoebe, so an explanation would be needed as to my current physical condition, and how I would possibly be able to wrestle, never mind in the big title match but on this week's show!

The angle began with Phoebe cutting a promo on me. She bragged how she "destroyed" me and "retired" me for the final time, completely ignoring how she attacked me from behind and with chloroform, making me totally defenseless. Of course, the fans knew the truth and booed the crap out of her! She continued to rip me apart, saying that I was an "old has-been, anyway," and that I was back where I belonged, taking care of my "two little brats." She also had to throw in that I already had a "huge ass" and could only imagine how big it would get as I sat on it all day in retirement! Ugh!

The crowd continued to boo Phoebe, but then my music hit and everyone rose to their feet! I came walking through the entrance and the fans went crazy! I was selling my injury, so I was walking gingerly rubbing my sore neck (as a result of the piledriver Phoebe gave me). The storyline was that I was too injured to wrestle that night… I would need another two weeks to recover (just in time for the title match), so I had a light blue sweat suit on over my wrestling gear. It wouldn't make sense for me to have my gear on if I wasn't going to wrestle, after all.

Again I sold my injury as I slowly climbed into the ring, but I don't think the fans minded all that much since my sweat suit was still kind of sexy. Not revealing like my leotards, of course, but the pants I had on were skintight and wedged deeply between my cheeks. I also left the top of my jacket unzipped to show some cleavage.

I grabbed a microphone and told Phoebe that I was "anything but retired," and while she did hurt me, "Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will stop me from wrestling you for the TSW Women's Title two weeks!" She had a shocked look on her face and stomped around the ring for a few moments as the fans cheered wildly.

Meanwhile, John O'Reilly Jr., the owner of the company and Phoebe's boyfriend and onscreen ally, came walking out with a microphone. He said, "I thought you might pull something like this, Ally, so I spoke to the TSW medical staff. The doctors told me that if you can't wrestle tonight, they won't clear you to wrestle in two weeks."

"That's ridiculous, Johnny!" I said, rubbing my neck. "I got lucky… I wasn't seriously injured, but I still need some time to heal. This isn't fair… and these doctors are your employees, of course! But fine… FINE… If I have to risk my career and wrestle tonight to get my hands on Phoebe and win the TSW title for these fans I love so much and for myself, I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Excellent, Ally," Johnny smiled, as he waved his hand. Ms. X came charging out of the crowd and attacked me from behind. As I remembered correctly, she was rough, knocking me down and kicking away at me. I was always big on selling even when I wasn't injured, so I was screaming as she put the boots to me. Of course, I couldn't get through any kind of match or angle without receiving a wedgie, so X grabbed me up by the hair and the back of my pants. I thought the light-colored pants were wedged in my crack before, but she really cranked them up inside me! She tossed me headfirst into the corner, which looked sick considering my "neck condition." I hit the corner hard and my head went through the ropes. Next I was just supposed to fall out of the ring, with the medical staff coming out and helping me to the back, but somebody forgot to tell Ms. X!

So as I was about to fall out of the ring, going headfirst between the second rope and the top rope, Ms. X grabbed me by the back of my freakin' pants!! Within seconds the pants were coming down my ass, and I stopped my momentum for fear of being totally pantsed! Well, that didn't matter as X dragged me back inside the ring, pulling the pants below the cheeks so my ass was showing! I didn't want the fans to see that I had my gear on underneath (the whole point of the sweat suit!), but at least that wasn't a problem as my leotard was already bunched up my big tush like a thong, and my jacket still covered the top half of my ring gear. Still, we hadn't planned this and I was absolutely humiliated getting my pants pulled down!

"Long time, no see, Ally!" Ms. X yelled, holding my head up by the hair as she had her other hand palming my bare butt! "I see that not much has changed, slut!" she continued, spanking my ass really, really hard! God, did it hurt and the smack-of-the-flesh made a huge sound! I screamed about as loud as I could, and it came from a very real place, as I was hurting both physically and emotionally. The fans, who initially enjoyed my pantsing (lots of whistles), were quite concerned by the end of the angle, and boy did they hate Ms. X!

Ms. X left the ring, promising to kick my ass some more later, and the medical people finally came out to help me. I rubbed my sore tush and pulled up my pants before they helped me out of the ring. I was sure that little display was going to be a huge hit on YouTube! Actually, the entire angle would! Ugh! And as if I wasn't humiliated enough, one of the guys who helped me walk to the back (I had one guy on each side of me) was holding me up by the back of my pants. He was giving me a giant wedgie the whole walk back!!

Now I was really nervous about the match. I should have mentioned earlier that Sarah was out of town -- Hollywood more specifically -- trying to find a producer for a film she wanted to write and direct. So I was basically at Johnny and Phoebe's mercy, and they had already double-crossed me once! What else did they have planned for me??

It was time for the actual match, and I was quite nervous. Not so much about my physical wellbeing – if I really needed to defend myself, I knew I could. But what else would they do to humiliate me? What else did they have planned that they didn't tell me about? And I was really second-guessing wearing my, without a doubt, skimpiest and most revealing leotard for this match against Ms. X. But I had no choice. It was the only leotard I brought to the arena.

The fans were certainly not disappointed in the shiny high-cut leotard, as I walked down the aisle to the ring. Just walking in it gave me a major wedgie, and a couple of comments from the crowd illustrated just how revealing it was. One guy sitting right on the aisle said, "It must be cold in here!" because you could clearly see my nipples right through the silver spandex, and I lost count of how many "camel toe" comments I got! As you can probably guess, I got quite an ovation when I bent over through the ropes to climb into the ring. My entire ass was showing! I picked my wedgie as the bell rang, which was the wardrobe- adjustment equivalent of rearranging the furniture on the deck of the Titanic!

We locked up in the middle if the ring where Ms. X took the cheap way out and kneed me in the stomach. From there she grabbed me around the neck and tossed me across the ring. "You want more, Ally?!" she yelled, as she picked me up off the mat around the neck again and tossed me for a second time. I began selling my injured neck, the referee already asking me if I wanted to quit. I said "no" as I used the ropes to get back to my feet. The fans were already chanting my name, hoping for a comeback. Well, most of the fans, as there was a loud minority chanting "wedgie," as I got up with my leotard wedged high up my ass. Simply walking caused it to ride up, so just the first toss caused it to rocket up my butt crack.

As all of you students of good ring psychology know, I never pick a wedgie while selling, which certainly didn't disappoint those fans as Ms. X continued punishing me. Unfortunately she lived up to her "stiff" reputation, laying in some hard kicks to my body as I squirmed on the mat. She even found a new way to both hurt and humiliate me, as she began kicking me in the ass! No, not kicking my ass, but actually kicking me in the ass! I was sure this was one of John Jr.'s ideas, as guys online were always commenting how much my big ass jiggles, and of course it was like freakin' Jell-O with X stomping on it.   

We didn't plan this spot with her kicking me directly in the bum, and frankly, I was getting tired of it, so I just rolled out of the ring. Of course, being the consummate pro I sold my ass being stomped, rubbing my sore (and damn it was sore!) bottom as I collected myself outside the ring. Needless to say, me rubbing my big tushy got more cheers than anything that happened in the match thus far, and I got plenty of offers from guys (and even a couple of ladies!) who wanted to do it for me! On the "position-of-my-leotard" front, it was still wedged up my ass like a thong, and I finally picked it as it appeared X was giving me a breather.

I think the leotard was out of my butt (well, mostly, wise guy!) for all of seven seconds, as Ms X. came out of the ring to get me. Again, the butt stomping and my retreat to the floor wasn't planned, so the frustrated X (even though it was her fucking fault!) grabbed me by the hair and the back of my leotard to toss me back in the ring. That same side of the crowd that saw me rubbing my butt got the added bonus of an up-close Sporty Ally Mega-Wedgie with the irritated X just yanking my shiny silver suit back up my ass! Ouch! She lifted me up on to the ring apron, maintaining her grip on my leotard, and grabbed a big handful of Sporty Tushy as she rolled me back in the ring. So humiliating!

Back inside the ring, I did the crowd-pleasing crawl-on-all-fours-with-my-big-butt-in-the-air (and tights wedged up my crack), as I tried to escape Ms. X's onslaught. Using the corner I got back to my feet, and as X rushed in I surprised her with a kick to the stomach. I followed up with a dropkick that dropped her and got the fans doing a "Sporty" chant on one side of the arena, followed by an "Ally" chant on the other side. I loved that! I also loved the opportunity I had to pick my wedgies… Yes, I said "wedgieS" as the front of my leotard was digging into my pussy! Boy, was that uncomfortable!

My comeback was short-lived with Ms. X poking me in the eyes as lifted her up off the mat and tried to press my advantage. I staggered around trying to get my vision back, and she captured me in a bear hug. At first she just had me on the mat with her arms around my waist, but she quickly turned it into an elevated bear hug, lifting me up in the air. Predictably her hands pressed against my back as she lifted me, causing my leotard to shoot up my ass! It was a pretty intense wedgie, as I could even feel the sides of the leotard rising, and the cut of the legs was high enough as it is!

The bear hug was one of those moves that the fans enjoyed seeing me in, so I did my best to sell it and look as helpless as possible. I began screaming and wrapped my legs around Ms. X's body. She was pulling my leotard so tight, it went halfway up my back and really did look like a thong (no wrinkling or bunching material). It was splitting me in half! While the camera angle on a bear hug was generally from the side or even behind the wrestler applying the hold to see the reaction on the victim's face, they always used the angle from behind for me to get the great shot of my jiggling ass and wedgie! I was watching one of my other matches online recently, and at one point the camera zoomed in so close, my big tushy took up the entire freakin' screen! Gosh, so embarrassing, but as I said earlier, I was now a little more accepting of my role as eye candy. That said, having my naked ass (essentially) shown like that is a little unnerving! And I always feared my kids would see it someday.

Anyway, I was still trapped in the bear hug / enormous wedgie combination, doing my best to look like Ms. X was about to break me in half, and then she started taunting me! Not within the context of the storyline of the match, which would have been fine, but she started saying that I "sold like such a little bitch" and that I "only got cheered because I was almost naked and always looked so helpless." What a bitch! Here I was trying to make her look good and maybe get her some more dates with top competition, and she was ridiculing me! That only made it harder for me to sell her offense, but I always tried to put the show ahead of the political and personal nonsense.

The referee kept asking me if I wanted to give up, but I refused. Ms. X finally dropped me to the mat, spanking my ass as I was on all fours trying to gather myself. Now we planned the regular bear hug of course, but again X was about to go off-script, putting me in a reverse bear hug! As I stood up, she quickly got behind and lifted me up into the air. I immediately screamed "Nooooooooo!" as I felt my leotard rise up into my vagina! I was no stranger to the frontal wedgie, but this particular leotard made it 100 times worse, and a reverse freakin' bear hug?? I couldn't fix it if I wanted to, with X's hands gripping me in front, the spandex pulling tight inside my pussy. Not to mentioned that I was being displayed in front of two thousand people, and no doubt a ton of perverts online in the coming weeks! And of course a sizable portion of the crowd was quite vocal about my wardrobe malfunction, lots of whistles and "Meows!" (Yeah, that was a new one for me, too!)

I tried to escape (for real), but couldn't as she had my arms pinned against my body. I finally looked back and said, "X, I'm totally exposed in front here." Her response was, "Since when are you so modest, Slutty?" Such a bitch! Apparently someone watching in back told the referee (through an earpiece) to stop the hold, as there were kids in the crowd and mothers who were visibly upset. Ms. X cooperated and released the hold, dropping me to the mat where I began fixing the front of my leotard. Of course, she still found the need to humiliate me, rubbing the point of her boot inside my ass cheeks, as I tried not to make it look so obvious that I was picking my frontal wedgie.

The match resumed with her throwing me into the corner (thankfully without the use of the tights), and charging in with an elbow. Now came the stiff working Ms. X, as she hit me pretty hard in the jaw with the elbow. My head jerked back and I was feeling it! Next, she slugged me hard in the belly, which I sold (didn't take much acting, unfortunately) and then I turned my back to her so I could get my wind back. X, being the true professional that she is (sarcasm intended), spanked me, causing me to almost fall through the ropes to the floor. Now I was bent over between the top and second rope, and she got behind me like she was a guy about to fuck me in the ass! The guys in the crowd loved it as she thrust herself into me, with my leotard still wedged all the way up my butt. Again I looked out to the crowd and so a lot of angry female faces and mothers blocking their kids' eyes. I was just mortified by the whole thing!

Now, I was really angry and it just happened to be my time to go on offense. I got out of the ropes and stood back up (X was still holding me by my ass… GROSS!), quickly turning my body and elbowing X in the head. And yes, it was a hard shot from yours truly! Next I threw her into the corner and began pounding her midsection. "If you wanna play that game I'll make you hurt old lady," I said, hitting her with a stiff uppercut to the jaw that almost dropped her. She forgot to sell, and was just trying to survive at that point.

My professionalism kicked in and I gave Ms. X a few moments to get her bearings, finally picking my wedgie. The booking called for X to go back on offense (I was only supposed to make brief comebacks), so she kneed me in the stomach, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. My injured neck was the major storyline going into the match, so I sold it huge, rolling around on the mat and holding my neck as I screamed out in pain. X lifted me up off the mat around the neck and gave me a second swinging neckbreaker. Again I sold it big, and a real hush came over the crowd as they were concerned for me. The referee pushed X back then asked me if I wanted to quit. I said "No," so a frustrated Ms. X lifted me up by the hair and the back of my leotard, giving me a long, humiliating wedgie! This wedgie was something we planned, so I wasn't upset, but I certainly kept my hands over my crotch in case the leotard rode up in front again.

The wedgie continued with the crowd breaking into a huge "WEDGIE! WEDGIE!" chant, Ms. X bouncing me by my shiny silver leotard and enjoying every second of it! We didn't discuss a spanking, but X lit into my big, jiggling ass before tossing me over the top rope (by the leotard, of course).

Outside the ring I laid flat on my stomach as the cameraman got a good shot of my ass. Yes, I left my wedgie in of course, and I'm sure the download fans loved it! Ms. X climbed out of the ring to get me, as I tried to crawl away from her on my hands and knees. A couple of guys reached over the railing and spanked me as I crawled by them. Stay classy, San Diego! X caught up to me, and pulled me up by the hair and the back of the leotard, giving me another MASSIVE wedgie! From there she held me in front of the crowd like I was her hostage, yelling, "You want her to be your champion? You really want Slutty Ally to be your champion??" A guy responded, "No, I just want to fuck her!" That got a lot of laughs. Ugh!

This time, instead of tossing me back in the ring by my leotard, Ms. X lifted me up over her shoulder and carried me around ringside with her hand firmly planted on my upright rump. It did make me think that maybe X had a "thing for me," but with the emotional level of the young boy who pulls the hair of the girl he likes. Okay, enough psycho analysis and back to wrestling! This was yet another humiliating spot that I actually agreed to, as guys just love seeing me carried over the shoulder. I'm going to guess it has something to do with how my ass looks, especially with the revenue-generating Sporty-Wedgie!

Ms. X eventually dropped me on the ring apron, and rolled me back into the ring with yet another grab of my big, wedgied behind. I see a trend here! One I'm not all that fond of! Again I tried to crawl away from X on my hands and knees, but she grabbed me around the ankles and kicked me in the crotch! I let out a huge scream, and unfortunately it wasn't just selling as she kicked me a lot harder than she needed to! So being the consummate seller I began rubbing my crotch, not realizing how that would look! Ugh! Got loads of cheer and whistles for that one!

Anyway, using the ropes I struggled back to my feet to set up the next spot. Meanwhile, Ms. X continued to use her "improvisational skills," grabbing me on the ass hard as I finally got to my feet. And of course she grabbed naked ass, since I still had my leotard wedged up my crack! I think I preferred the stiff stuff to all of the ass-play! YUCK!!! As I staggered backwards, she put her arm around my waist (from behind) and lifted me up for a back suplex. She dropped me on the back of my neck with a loud "thud," and it looked like I was finished! I began kicking my legs and screaming as I held the back of my already "injured" neck. The referee asked if I wanted to give up again. I refused, so X jumped on top of me for the pin. She hooked my leg (which got a huge reaction with my entire ass showing!) and got a 2 count, as I barely kicked out before the ref hit the mat for the third time! "Give up, you fat slut!" X yelled, lifting my head up by my hair and slamming it back to the mat. "Do you hear me??" she continued like a crazy person, copping a feel on my big tush again as she used me to stand back up. I mean, enough with my goddamn ass already!!!

Okay, I'm calm again. Back to the action. So the crowd began a "Let's go Ally!" chant as I once again used the ropes to get back to my feet. Meanwhile the frustrated Ms. X went out of the ring to grab a metal chair. As she climbed back into the ring with the chair, the referee tried to stop her. "No!" he yelled, ripping the chair from her hands, as she walked right into my Super Kick! I knocked her flat on her back, and went for the pin, but she kicked out after a 2 count. Next, I put her head between my legs and set her up for an Ally Bomb, but she back-dropped me on to my back and more importantly, my sore neck! Again I was writhing in pain on the mat, and the crowd went silent as it looked like I was finally finished!

"Now, you're mine!" declared Ms. X, as she grabbed me around the head and by the back of my leotard to lift me up off the mat. X was giving me another massive wedgie, but we didn't even get the usual chants and cheers because the crowd was so concerned for me. Awwwwww! After she got me back on my feet with the aid of my shiny silver leotard, X put her arm around my waist and readied me for another back suplex. A move that would surely finish me! I deeply disliked "Stiff Ms. X," but I was really starting to hate "Creepy Ms. X" even more, as before putting her arm around my waist she fondled my exposed ass again!

Ms. X lifted me up for the back suplex, but in dramatic fashion I punched her in the head and escaped her grasp! With X dazed, I kicked her in the stomach and set her up for the Ally Bomb! Now, the crowd went crazy as I lifted X high in the air and dropped her on her back! After completing the move, I continued to sell that my neck was hurting by lying flat on my back instead of going for the pin. But the crowd, totally into the moment and behind me, chanted "Ally! Ally!" willing me to get up and make the pin on X (who was also flat on her back). I let out a huge scream, which the fans ate up, and threw my body over X's! The referee got in position and began the 3 count. Meanwile, Ms. X continued her "fascination" with my Sporty Tushy, reaching her arm between my legs and placing her hand right on my ass! I swear this pin-fall couldn't come fast enough, as she squeezed my naked cheek and had her thumb inside my crack! YUCK!  

The referee finally made the dramatic 3 count with the crowd counting along, and against all odds, stiff punches and kicks, mega-wedgies, and unwanted touching, I won the freakin' match! Everyone was on their feet cheering me as the ref raised my hand in victory! Soon after, the "Sporty" chant by one half of the arena, followed by the "Ally" chant by the other half of the arena kicked in. And yes, I finally picked my wedgie as I soaked in the cheers. Of course, no Sporty Ally celebration would be complete without a big kiss for my Zachy at ringside, so I jumped out of the ring and gave him a big smooch and hug! A happy ending, possibly, but the show wasn't over as we built towards the huge Phoebe Flare / Sporty Ally title match!

As I stood smiling at Zach (okay, it was getting a bit obnoxious… Ha-ha!), Phoebe ran out and attacked me from behind! She hit me with a big forearm to the back of the head, then with two handfuls of leotard, ran me into the ring post! Needless to say, she left me lying flat on my face, along with providing another great cheesecake shot, as she wedged the leotard high up my ass again!

Zach climbed over the railing to check on me (he was part of the angle), but Phoebe gave him a forearm from behind and tossed him inside the ring. Meanwhile, John O'Reilly Jr. came running down to ringside as Phoebe sat on top of Zach (he was on his back). "You're going to watch this, Ally!" he yelled, as he pulled me up by the hair and the back of my leotard (because I needed another freakin' wedgie! Grrrrrr!), and tossed me inside the ring. "And just so you don't try anything," he continued, handcuffing me to the second rope! "You're going to watch your little boyfriend get his ass kicked!"

So far the angle went as planned, with Phoebe slapping Zach across the face as I screamed "NO!", and pulled frantically at the handcuffs, desperately trying to escape and save him. But soon the slaps got harder and I could see blood (real blood) flying up from Zach's face! "What are you doing, Phoebe???" I screamed, as Zach's glasses were soon shattered and I could see the skin around his eyes swelling! I knew they would try to pull something like this with Sarah out of town, and I stupidly put Zach in danger! Even I didn't think they could be so goddamn unprofessional! I hated them, but I hated myself even more!  

"Easy, Ally, this is a great angle," Johnny said, running his fingers through my sweaty hair and kissing my forehead. "I swear, John," I said in a rage, pulling feverishly at the handcuffs, "I will kill both of you for this. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

Phoebe just looked over at me and smiled as she continued beating on Zach. "LET ME GO!" I screamed, as I began to cry hysterically. The crowd was dead silent again, as they could tell that something was clearly wrong. I just fell to my knees sobbing, unable to break my bonds and help the man I loved.

Phoebe finally finished beating on Zach and walked over to me. "See you in two weeks, Ally," she laughed, rubbing Zach's blood on my face. "Or maybe not… you stupid bitch!" she continued, slapping me across the face! "How could you? How could you?" I said, as I continued crying.

Phoebe and John left the ring, the crowd now booing them and pelting the assholes with all kinds of garbage. "I'm sorry, Allison," said the referee, fishing for the key to the handcuffs in his pocket. "I had no idea… it got out-of-hand so quickly…" "Just unlock me!" I screamed, as all I cared about was getting to Zach.

The referee freed me as the medical staff came running out to help Zach. "I'm so sorry, baby," I said, kissing him on the forehead as I cried hysterically. His face was distorted from the swelling, he was covered in blood, and he was barely conscious, just having enough strength to hold my hand. "I'll… I'll be… o… okay… Al… Ally," he said, trying to ease my pain. "We have to get him to the hospital" said the doctor, as they placed a stretcher under his body. "You can ride with us, Ally."

My first inclination was to just go to the hospital with Zach, but then I changed my mind and decided that this had to be addressed immediately. "No… NO!" I yelled, as I jumped out of the ring and ran down the aisle to back. "PHOEBE! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I screamed, picking up a trash can and throwing it against the wall. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

"It's none of your business, Slutty," said Ms. X, who was waiting for me to run interference. "Now, get your fat ass out of here or we'll have a real fight… And I promise you won't win this time, Slutty." "Oh, really?" I said, as she tried to sucker punch me. I ducked her right hook easily, and the next three punches were all by me, and they all landed on X's face! "That real enough for you?!" I yelled, ripping X's mask off as she lay unconscious.

As I walked away from Ms. X, I could hear someone talking in one of the dressing rooms. "Shit, she's here," said the voice. It was Phoebe!

"PHOEBE!" I yelled, kicking in the door of the dressing room. "Ally!" she screamed, already dressed and about to leave the arena. "You didn't go to the fucking hospital?!"

"Not yet," I said, cracking my knuckles. "First I'm going to beat your ass!"

To be continued

"Ally, please," Phoebe said, reaching for a door that led to the parking lot of the arena. "I'm sorry…"
"I don't believe you, fucker," I said, running up and grabbing her around the arm. "But you will be very sorry in a couple of seconds…"

I grabbed Phoebe by the back of her jacket and tossed her so she was away from the door. "Why, motherfucker?! WHY?!!" I screamed, pinning her down on a catering table. "As wrestlers we put our trust in each other! We protect each other from being injured to the best of our ability! It's all that matters as professional wrestlers and violating that trust is the ultimate sin! And Zach isn't even a wrestler, which makes protecting him even more important! Your fucking responsibility! And you beat the shit out of him! You beat the fucking shit out of him!"

Phoebe looked absolutely petrified as I had my hands around her neck. The possibilities of what could happen to me if I really hurt her quickly ran through my head. I'm not a violent person by nature. I didn't take what I was about to do lightly. But what she did… I could handle all of the humiliation… all of the abuse I had taken since I returned to TSW, but now she hurt someone I love. Now she had to pay!

I raised my right fist in the air as I held her around the neck with the other hand. I screamed something (I don't remember) as my fist descended towards Phoebe's face, but before I could connect I felt a sharp pain in my right knee followed by a "clanging" sound! Somebody snuck up from behind and hit me in the knee with a steel pipe! I instantly collapsed to the floor, looking up at my two attackers. My two old opponents and nemeses, Paris and Spice!

"Did you miss us, Ally?" asked Paris, as she brought the pipe down on my knee again. "We missed you, sweet cheeks!" laughed Spice, slapping me hard across the face. "You assholes!" I screamed, lying on my side as I clutched my knee, Spice kneeling down behind me and pulling my leotard up my ass.

"What took you two so long?" asked Phoebe, rubbing her neck. "You cut it close enough! Geez…" "Um, we were kind of scared," answered Paris, hitting me in the knee again with the pipe. "She is pretty fucking scary… but not anymore!"

"You fucking assholes!" I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks, my knee throbbing in pain. "Aren't you a mother?" mocked Spice, pressing her knee against my back and spanking me on the ass. I couldn't believe it! It was a wrestling angle! Except it was real!

Paris and Spice lifted me up by the arms, the tall blonde, who I wrestled my return match against, also grabbing a handful of leotard. "More like Fatty Ally!" she giggled, as she hoisted the shiny silver material high between my big butt cheeks and halfway up my back! "She's heavy!" "Certainly bottom-heavy!" agreed Spice, viciously pinching my exposed buns.

"You stupid cow, Ally!" yelled Phoebe, slapping me across the face as her partners-in-crime held me up. "You didn't think I had a plan?! IDIOT!"
"No… I just didn't think you… even you… could sink so low," I said, the pain in my knee excruciating, the added humiliation of Paris giving me a massive wedgie with Spice fondling my ass almost too much to take! "I hate you, Phoebe! I fucking hate you!"
"That's fine, you fat cunt!" she yelled, holding my cheeks like I was a child. "Just go away! Haven't we made the message loud and clear? GO THE FUCK AWAY! You had your uses, Ally… a bunch of freaks who jerk off to women with fat asses and the occasional young girl in need of fucking therapy and looked up to you pumped some money into the company. But it's over! Sarah gave you new life with the company, but she can't do a thing if you quit! SO QUIT!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!" I yelled, pushing Paris and Spice off of me and on to their asses! Where I got the strength I can't tell you, as I lunged at Phoebe, who was backpedaling, of course! "You won't win, Phoebe!" I continued, grabbing her by the collar of her jacket again!

But before I could hit her my knee just gave out, and I fell flat on my face!

"Oh, isn't that just terrible!" giggled Phoebe, kicking me repeatedly in the stomach. "You certainly can't wrestle in this condition! Especially with that big, fat tushie putting all that added pressure on your knee!" I rolled over on my other side to protect my belly, so Phoebe continued kicking me, right in the ass!

I was in so much pain! My knee was killing me, I could barely breathe from the kicks to the stomach, and I could feel the burn of the red marks Phoebe's boot left on my behind. "God, you two are pathetic… GET UP and lift her up!" Phoebe ordered, Paris and Spice lifting me up off the floor again. All I could think about was my two children and how they were the only thing that mattered! Getting myself into situations like this… I should have a regular job with normal people… How could I really be there for Julia and Jason if I was always getting stabbed in the back and now, beaten up?? It's not being responsible! I'm a terrible mother! Everything finally got to me, and I broke down crying! In front of them. God…

"Please, Phoebe," I begged, just wanting to get out of there. Go home. Be with my kids. Take care of Zach. "Ha-ha! Big tough Sporty Ally crying and begging!" Phoebe laughed, slapping me across the face again. "I thought you were all tough and a shooter (someone who can really fight)? 'Don't cross Ally' people would tell me. 'She's legit!' Wow! I'm scared! Ha-ha! And you're pathetic!"

Phoebe slugged me. I tried to go down, but Paris and Spice grabbed the back of my leotard (I already had a MASSIVE WEDGIE) to keep me up. "Strip her!" Phoebe demanded, Paris and Spice pulling the shoulder straps of my leotard down my arms then down my hips until I was butt naked with the exception of my boots. "More like 'Smelly Ally'!" laughed Spice, as she held my leotard up to her nose. "Shame on you, Allison!" scolded Phoebe, slapping me on the ass. "You aren't wearing any underwear!" "I'm shocked!" Paris added sarcastically. "Okay, Spice, where's that paddle?" asked Phoebe, running her hand all over my naked ass. "Let's get this fat ass RED!"

THE paddle. I remembered it well from my first meeting with Spice. I got a fluke win over her, and she gave me a post-match beating with the paddle. That was real too! She just laid into my big butt with it, and God did it hurt! I had a hard time sitting down for a freakin' week! Plus, I was totally humiliated! I cried. "NO! NO!" I screamed as Phoebe reared back with the wood paddle, and whacked me in the ass! "OH SHIT!" I yelled as she would have knocked me over with it if not for Paris and Spice holding me up. "Boy does that fat booty SHAKE!" laughed Spice, as Phoebe brought the paddle back for another shot. "Please don't… don't," I cried, as she cruelly hammered my ass again with the unforgiving paddle. "I give up… I QUIT… just leave me the fuck alone!" "Wow, hearing you beg, Ally, really turns me on!" Phoebe smiled sadistically, readying the paddle for the next blow. "You've been humbled, but you still need to be punished!"

As I braced myself for the next shot from the paddle, Paris and Spice screamed and my arms were free! It was Living Dead Girl, who punched them both out and chased Phoebe out of the arena!

"Ally, what happened??" Dead Girl asked, as she ran back into the locker room to check on me. "Phoebe jumped into her car and sped off… Paris and Spice ran, too…"
"Phoebe, beat up my boyfriend," I said, my body shaking as I tried to cover up my boobs. "It was supposed to be an angle, but she took advantage and roughed him up really bad while I was handcuffed to the ropes. I confronted her back here, but she had Paris and Spice waiting for me with a steel pipe. I never had a chance…"
"Those assholes," said Dead Girl, trying to comfort me with a hug. "I wish I was here sooner. I came down just to sign a new contract. What the fuck?? I'm sorry I did now!"
"Thanks, Jess," I said, trying to stand up using her shoulder. "I'm just thankful you got here when you did… God knows what else they had planned for me!"
"Let me help you," she said, putting my arm over her shoulder and holding me around the waist.
"Thanks again," I said, beaten, humiliated and naked! "They did a number on my knee. I'm finished…"
"Don't say that," Jessica (Dead Girl's real name) said, helping me to my locker so I could get dressed. "You're the best thing here, Ally! The people love you! Wrestling needs you! Don't give those assholes the satisfaction! Everyone, especially me, wants to see you pin that bitch, Phoebe! Like I told you, it was such an honor… the biggest thrill of my career… doing the job for you so you could be the #1 contender!"
"You're awesome, Jess," I said, gingerly pulling my sweats up over my legs. "But I'm done. My knee's killing me. And I just can't take this anymore. Even when things look like they're getting better, I get slapped across the face again. They beat up the love of my life… Injured and humiliated me… I need to go home and be with my children. I can't be a mother and live this fucked up life. They took it away from me… and there's nothing I can do about it. It's over. I'm done."
"Okay… I understand," said Jess, tears rolling down her pale cheeks as she helped me get my jacket on. "I love you, Ally, and no matter what, I'll always be a fan," she continued, giving me a big hug with her tattoo-covered arms and a kiss on the cheek. And Jessica could give a big hug, being 6 foot-plus and really strong. It was very rare that I was dwarfed by another woman! "I'll drive you to the hospital so you can get your knee checked out."

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I got lucky with my knee. It was badly bruised and I strained some ligaments, but I only needed a brace and I could walk on my own. Physically I was okay, but the damage they did to my mind and my heart was severe. I tried to put it all behind me, and I didn't isolate myself as I had done in the past when I got depressed. I spent lots of time with Zoey, including introducing her to Jessica (they really hit it off!), and of course with my beautiful children. I hadn't heard from Sarah, but she might have been in Los Angeles still. I wasn't sure how long her business trip was for.  

I tried to stay positive, but I was back in the same position I was when I first met you guys. Out of work, with no idea what I was going to do next, and two children to support! Keeping my spirits up and not thinking about what happened was difficult. It only took a few days before I was feeling really down. I was also dreading telling the kids that I wasn't wrestling anymore. I had always kept my wrestling career away from them, but in my jubilation over getting the title match and all of the good things Sarah was doing for me, I told them they could attend the big show. They were so excited! Now I had no wrestling match and no job. I really felt like I let them down. And their worthless father had already let them down too many times to count. Fuck him. Fuck Phoebe and John Jr. (I know he was behind this too!) Fuck wrestling.

I finally told Julia and Jason that I was done with wrestling and there wouldn't be a title match. It was Saturday morning and I overslept (that was happening too often!), and they came into my bedroom to wake me up. I think I mentioned earlier that they gave me a wedgie one morning? Well, that had become a new tradition! I guess it confirmed that no matter what – even without wrestling where I was a wedgie legend – wedgies would be a part of my life! I thought it was hilarious that they gave me wedgies, and they laughed hysterically every time, so I didn't dissuade them. It only really caused a problem when a friend of Jay's slept over one time. Jules stepped aside so Jay's friend Jeff could help pull my panties up my butt. It was the usual scenario… I was sleeping and the covers were half off the bed and not over me (I'm a restless sleeper). Like my wrestling leotards, I like to wear high-cut panties that don't totally cover my butt when they're in place, and a night's sleep usually left me with a really big wedgie! Apparently Jeff was quite taken with "Sleeping Ally" and my white satin panties trapped between my ample cheeks, and had to join the fun! Okay, I was a bit weirded out when I felt my panties being yanked up my ass, and looked over to see Jeff laughing with a handful of my panties! Even worse, he told his mother! Ugh! I had forgotten that I was already in "hot water" with Jeff's mom previously. I took the kids to the beach, and Jeff tagged along. I was wearing what I thought was a conservative one-piece bathing suit, but of course it kept riding up my ass (really high like a thong!) and good old Jeff had to tell his mom! God… I'm sorry I was in a business where I almost always had a wedgie, and didn't notice it as much when I did have one! Or at least it didn't bother me like other women. Anyway, there's nothing worse than getting yelled at by another mother… Especially when it happens TWICE!

So, it was Saturday morning and Jules and Jay, standing on each side of the bed, launched my baby blue cotton panties up my sleeping booty! Of course, if the wedgie itself didn't wake me up, the two of them yelling "WEDGIE!" would! My ears definitely hurt more than my butt crack! They also both love commenting on how big my butt is! It's more like being around TSW every day! So they made their cracks (sorry!) as I laid there with my panties buried between my cheeks. I guess I was selling for them, as I always left the panties wedged up my butt until I got dressed. The UPS man got a nice surprise one morning when Jay opened the door… I was bent over getting Jules ready for school, and he got an eyeful of Sporty Tushy! I sat up and told the kids that there wouldn't be a wrestling match and that I was sorry. I didn't tell them that money could be scarce for a while (Even though Zach said he'd take care of us, I had to be able to provide for myself and most importantly my kids). They shouldn't be burdened with life travails at such a young age! I assured them that everything would be fine. "We know, Mommy," said Julia, putting her arm around me like she sensed something was wrong. "You always take care of us!" Jason soon joined her, putting his arm around me. "We may not have a daddy (his biological father bolting was always tough on Jay, more so than Jules)," he said, putting his head on my shoulder. "But we have the best mom in the world!"

Of course I started to cry, but they were 'happy tears.' It put everything in perspective. Having my kids say something like that meant more to me than anything in the world! Who cared about wrestling, evil, petty people, or having lots of money when I had two healthy, wonderful children who loved me!

That afternoon I took the kids out to eat and to the movies. When we got home there was a message on my answering machine. It was Sarah. I could barely understand her as she was crying and apologizing profusely. She had just gotten back from California apparently, and learned what happened to me. "I'm done, Sarah," I thought to myself, about to interrupt the message and delete it, but then she said something about Living Dead Girl. That she was wrestling Phoebe tonight, and they were going to "punish" Jessica because she stuck up for me! I was furious! I mean, they got what they wanted! I quit! They beat up my boyfriend, humiliated me at every turn, gave me a beating, and made me fucking quit, and that wasn't good enough?!

I felt like a hypocrite. I swore off wrestling. I promised myself that I'd never deal with those people again. I did it for my children. But how could I turn my back on Jessica?

I put my arms around the twins.

"I love you guys…"

The End