A Wrestler’s Tale – Season 2 / Episode 1
By Dark J

I was the new TSW Women's Champion, but I was still Julia and Jason Dickerson's (their father's last name) mom, and proud of it! My new status as champion, while a big thrill for the twins, didn't relieve me of a certain morning tradition that I'm sure all of you guys remember! "I'm up! I'm up!" I yelped, as they 'tag-teamed' my high-cut black satin panties, yanking them up my championship-minted Sporty tushy! "Let go of my panties!" I exclaimed, kicking my legs with my big naked ass cheeks jiggling, something that always made them laugh hysterically.

They eventually released me from my wedgie wake-up call, and of course I gave them both big hugs and kisses! Life was good, even with my panties put in a rather annoying position! I had the two best kids a mother could ask for, I was at the top of my profession, AND… I was engaged! I couldn't wait to plan the wedding!

The doorbell rang, and I quickly picked the panties out of my ass. Of course, like with my wrestling leotards, my butt cheeks were still totally hanging out, but my t-shirt was long enough to keep me covered. Now the question was; who was at the door? I wasn't expecting anyone to begin with, and it was kind of early.

I opened the door, and this extremely pretty blonde woman was standing there waiting. It was… Phoebe Flare?! I almost didn't recognize her at first. Of course I'd seen her face a thousand times before, but it was one of those instances when you're completely caught off guard seeing someone, and in such a different setting, you know? For a few moments I was thinking "who?" and then it took me a few more seconds to process it was Phoebe, of all people!

God, she looked good. I mean, I'm not into women, although I do find myself staring at Sarah's boobs a lot! And all of my 'fun' with Sarah and Zoey is admittedly, about me. I'm not into into them. I enjoy how they lust after me and what they do to my ass! Well, I still do find the wedgies slightly annoying, but Sarah's tongue up my big butt?? Fucking amazing! Maybe the single greatest and scariest moment of my life!

Okay, where was I? Ha-ha! Oh yeah, Phoebe was at my door, and on a somewhat related note, had her fingers up my ass crack on more than one occasion! A 'Sporty Ally Fun Fact' for ya! So I'm not into women, but Phoebe really could 'stop me in my tracks'.  She had the most beautiful long blonde hair – just natural, lying flat on her head and parted down the middle. Big blue eyes, not large but very perky breasts, and nice curves. I thought she had the perfect ass, personally. It had the perfect rounded shape, and was just big enough. That said, the fans seemed to love my ass the most, but I still wish it wasn't quite so big! And no matter what I did, be it adjusting my diet or doing more exercises that targeted the booty, it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. I can't even find a pair of jeans or sweats that fits my waist and doesn't get devoured by my butt! Never mind panties… every pair I own goes right up my ass! I probably wouldn't wear them anymore if I didn't have kids.

Anyway, back to Phoebe. My tangents are almost as big as my wedgies! I was surprised to see her, to say the least, and she looked really nervous.

"Hi, Ally," she said, still standing outside the doorway. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, come in, Phoebe," I answered, standing to the side as she walked in before closing the door behind her.
"Mommy, is she gonna beat you up again?" asked Julia, putting her arms around my leg.
"I don't think so, Jules," I smiled, kissing her on the head.
"I'll protect you, Mommy," Jason interjected, putting his hands up.
"You're so sweet and even more brave, Jay," I said, kissing him on the forehead. "But I'll be all right. Why don't you guys go in the other room and watch TV while we talk? Please?"

The kids ran into the other room as requested, and I offered Phoebe a seat on the couch. God, I felt like such a slob in my t-shirt and panties as Phoebe was all dressed and made up. Plus, I had to keep adjusting the t-shirt to stay covered! I mean, it was nothing that Phoebe hadn't seen already, in my wedgie-inducing leotards, but still… And yes, my feet were bare! Might as well give a shout out to the foot people, since I seem to have almost every other fetish covered!

"Ally, I know you really didn't want an apology before our match," Phoebe said, a tear rolling down her cheek. "I understand, but I still want to apologize… What I did to you… I'm so ashamed of myself. I was just so crazed with jealously… You came back and I knew what would happen… You're a great, great wrestler -- you're why I got into the business -- you still had 'it' after 8 years, obviously, you're gorgeous, super-sexy, and the fans absolutely adore you. I've never seen anything like it. Even on my best day I never got half that reaction. And at first I thought I would use my power and just play politics… which is bad enough, but I got angrier and angrier, as nothing derailed you or the fans' love for you, and I got meaner and meaner. And did some truly horrible things that I'll never stop thinking about…"
"It's okay," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder as she really started to break down.
"No, it's not," she continued, sobbing as she struggled to get out the next word. "Then I saw you in the ring… with your beautiful children after our match… I already felt terrible, but God did it hit me… You're a sweet person and the mother of these wonderful children, and I did all of those horrible things to you. I just can't begin to tell you how sorry I am…"
"I appreciate that," I said, reaching forward and giving Phoebe a hug. "I forgive you. Phoebe…"
"Thank you, Allison," she answered, her voice still cracking. "I also want you to know I quit the company. I don't want you thinking for a second that I did this because you're the champion now, and I'm trying to save my career… I broke up with Johnny, and I think I'm going back to school. I just don't want you thinking anything like that…"
"I'm not cynical like that, Phoebe," I said, handing her a tissue. "I can see how bad you feel. And I don't want you to quit. I mean, unless you really want to? Going to school is always a good thing. But why not do both? Anyway, I don't want you quitting on my account or to prove something… Besides, I owe you a rematch and I have some cool ideas for it! I'm asking you to stay! That's what I want. That's what would make me happy. You kick ass! I had so much fun wrestling you. You can go, girl! Dear I say keep up with me while most of the other women can't. What do you say, Phoebe?"
"I don't know what to say," she answered, ballin' her eyes out. "But I do love wrestling. And it would be an honor to work with you again, Ally."
"Fantastic!" I exclaimed, putting my hand on her shoulder again. "And I'm really happy this happened, but in the ring I still want 'Bitchy Phoebe', understand? Let's make some money!"
"I can do that," Phoebe smiled, still wiping the tears from her eyes. "Giving you wedgies and spankings is kind of a guilty pleasure!"
"Ha-ha! We'll have plenty of that," I laughed, pulling the front of my t-shirt down as my crotch (and camel toe) was showing. "We'll get together with Sarah and brainstorm the match!"
"Well, I should be going," Phoebe said, standing up from the couch. "But thanks again, Allison!"
"I'm glad you came over, Phoebe," I smiled, getting up with not only my panties wedged high up my ass, but the t-shirt was stuck between my huge cheeks! I bet Phoebe never has these problems!
"I'm sorry I came over so early," she giggled, as I so obviously pulled the t-shirt out of my ass and adjusted the panties. "But before I go, these are for the kids…"
"Wow, thank you, Phoebe," I smiled, as she handed me gift cards to the movies and Toys R Us. "You really didn't have to!"
"Nah, it's the least I could do!" she smiled, giving me a hug.
"Jules! Jay!" I yelled, Phoebe pulling the back of my shirt inadvertently (I think?) as she hugged me. "Come out here and thank Phoebe!"
"Thanks, Phoebe!!" they said in unison, as pulled the back of my t-shirt back down and showed them the gift cards.  
"You guys have an awesome mom!" she smiled, putting her arm around my waist as she stood by my side. This time, not only did Phoebe lift my shirt up again, but her hand caused that side of my panties slide up my ass like a thong!

Well, despite the wardrobe malfunctions, it was really nice having Phoebe over. Never thought I'd say that!  All I really wanted to do was put on great wrestling shows with people I liked who wanted to do the same. Would we ever be friends? I don't know, but to have all the tension gone and a very positive working atmosphere was all I really cared about.

Our first show since I won the title would feature a big angle to set up my rematch with Phoebe. The rematch would take place on the following show, and Living Dead Girl would wrestle on the angle show (to give the fans some women's wrestling action) against Big Mama in a battle of giants. I wanted to see Jessica (Living Dead Girl) built back up so she could get into the title mix.

For the angle we wanted to do something intense to get Phoebe hated again, and make the fans want to see another match between us. We decided to do a championship belt presentation. Sarah was so excited for me winning the title so she had a new belt made! It looked great and cost a fortune! Real gold, some diamonds, and an actual name plate with my name inscribed! I actually already had the belt at my house. The champion gets to take possession of the title belt. Sarah couldn't wait to give it to me. I was so freakin' excited, I slept with it! Ha-ha! Like a little girl with her new doll. I couldn't wear it, (might hurt myself on the edges) but I laid it down next to me. Of course, I forgot the belt was in bed with me the next morning until I rolled over on it with my big naked butt feeling the cold of the gold and diamonds! The new belt got a crash course in the 'Sporty All Wedgie' with my high-cut white satin panties wedged high up my big ol' tush!

So for the angle I would be presented with the new belt only to have Phoebe crash the party and attack me. A classic sort of angle that I loved and always worked! We also decided to add some sexy to the proceedings. Now I wasn't going to wear my wrestling gear since I wasn't, in fact, wrestling, so I decided to go all pretty! Sarah bought me a blue dress, much like the one I wore to her house for dinner, and some high heels. If you're thinking that Sarah enjoys dressing me, you would be correct!

I did like the dress quite a bit. It was cut low on top, a lot lower than I usually wear, but my cleavage did look good. Like my own blue dress, it rested nicely on my big behind. Sarah confirmed that she could see the entire outline of my ass, and my panty lines when my panties weren't riding high into my cheeks. I was just hoping the fans would like it, and if they didn't… Well, this is wrestling and I'm sure you can guess what happens to it!

Sarah entered the ring first with new title belt and to a chorus of "Show your puppies!" Sarah was also wearing a dress (red) with her huge boobies displayed prominently! Wow, was she showing a lot of cleavage, but her ass didn't quite fill out the dress like yours truly! She took the microphone and introduced the "New TSW Women's Champion Sport Ally!" and the crowd went crazy! I won't give you some phony humble routine, I did expect it, but that doesn't mean that it didn't feel good. In fact, it felt GREAT! Enough that I almost started crying, but I did manage to keep it together.

My song "Cherub Rock" by the Smashing Pumpkins blared over the speakers as I slapped high-fives making my way down the aisle. Kasey, the young girl who was my biggest fan and helped me win the title, was sitting ringside once again. I kissed her on the cheek and lifted her up over the railing. It only made sense for her to be in the ring during the belt presentation! I made my way to Zach, who was back in his usual ringside seat, and gave him a big kiss and a hug. He also high-fived Kasey, which was just adorable!

I helped Kasey through the ropes, and then climbed in over the second rope myself. I got plenty of whistles, as my ass must have still looked good when I bent over in the dress. My boobs might have had something to do with the reaction too, as they were practically falling out! When I straightened back up, I could feel the dress in between my ass cheeks! Of course, some of the fans sitting close enough noticed and a "Wedgie! Wedgie!" chant began! I tried to just shake the wedgie out, but that didn't work so I did give the dress a good tug to free it from my ass. My panties, which were high-cut but full-bottomed, were wedged up my ass like a thong and I wasn't going to fix those! Nor could I, even if I wanted to!

Sarah made a brief speech about my hard work and commitment to my craft and how proud she was that I was her champion. She ended it by saying that I was "an even better person." I started to choke up from that, and then the fans chanted "We love Ally! We love Ally!" and I began to cry. I certainly didn't plan on crying and felt a little silly, but there was Kasey to hold my hand. She did that on her own, and it was just perfect!

Just as Sarah was about to present me with the title belt, Phoebe came running down the aisle and climbed into the ring. "Give me this!" she exclaimed, ripping the belt from Sarah's hands. I walked towards Phoebe with my fists clenched. "Just hear me out, Ally," she said, looking down at the belt. "It's beautiful… There's no better feeling than holding a title belt. It means you're the best… And, Ally… You are the best. And being the former champion… I wanted to give you the belt. Pass the torch…"

The fans were not buying a word of what Phoebe was saying, booing her out of the building, and neither was I. "Phoebe, just give me that belt now, and I might let you walk out of this ring without kicking your ass again," I said sternly, putting out my hand so she could hand it to me. "It's just… I want to present the belt to you," Phoebe said, getting very emotional. "Put it over your shoulder or around your waist…"

"Phoebe, I'm not falling for this… For your little trick, you coward," I said, the fans chanting "Kick her ass! Kick her ass!" "Give me that belt NOW," I continued, getting closer to her.

As the standoff continued and the tension built, Kasey ran up to Phoebe and tried to wrestle the belt away from her. "Kasey, NO!" I screamed, as Phoebe, clutched the belt and threw Kasey to the mat! I quickly rushed to Kasey's side, kneeling down over her. Meanwhile, Phoebe 'pie-faced' Sarah out of the ring, and as the fans screamed "Look out!" hit me over the back of the head with the belt!

Now I was laid out on the mat, lying flat on my face. While the blue dress may not have been one of my skimpy leotards, the fans still got their "Sporty Tushy Fix" as I could feel the dress wedged deep inside my ass after kneeling down to help Kasey with my big cheeks wide open.

"I'm a coward, Ally?!" Phoebe yelled, holding the belt over her shoulder as put her foot on my ass. "Well, you're a COW! Look at the size of your ass!" she continued, rubbing the foot around my ass and in between my mountain-like cheeks! "You know what this big ass needs?"

Phoebe pulled me up by the hair, as I fought back landing a punch to her midsection, but I was no match for her in my weakened state. She quickly retaliated with a knee to my midsection, and put me over her knee for a spanking!

The crowd's reaction was definitely mixed, with what seemed like half of the fans booing Phoebe's heinous attack while the other half loved seeing me bent over her knee with my big behind in the air! Then what was a 50/50 reaction turned to about 80/20 for Phoebe, as she lifted the dress up over my head so my ass was showing. And I do mean 'showing,' with my white satin panties already wedged up my butt crack like thong!

"Spank that ass! Spank that ass!" the fans chanted, as Phoebe grabbed my panties so they were wedged high up my ass (even though they already were without her 'help'!). I was kind of hoping that the reaction would be a little more negative towards Phoebe. Okay, a lot more negative! But at the same time, I really couldn't blame the fans (it was pretty hot!), and I was ready to embrace my role as the sexy 'damsel in distress' as long as I could kick some ass, too!

Phoebe raised her hand up high, and just lit into my ass! I told her to make it look good, and let's face it; I'm rather well-padded back there so I can take it! Of course, you wouldn't necessarily know it by my reaction, as I screamed and begged her to stop! Perhaps I oversold it a bit, but she really was punishing my big bottom – I could feel the red marks flaring up on my fleshy cheeks, and yes, wrestling angle or not, it was humiliating! Not only were there 2,000-plus fans in the arena watching, but young Kasey was sitting close by as Sarah held on to her to protect her. And I would get a little self-conscious about how much my butt jiggled, and Phoebe had my huge cheeks bouncing, for sure!

Phoebe got a little carried away, as the spanking lasted longer than we planned! Not good for my big red tushy! Ouch! Part of it was the fans egging her on, as they came up with a new cheer – "Spank that fatty! Spank that fatty!" That hurt me on multiple levels.

The spanking finally ended, as Phoebe pushed me off her knee in disgust. But don't worry, the angle was far from over!

Again Phoebe stood there admiring the title belt, as I was down on my side, rubbing my extremely sore booty. I did leave my dress up and the panties wedged up my crack so everyone could see! I was quite relieved, as the fans began chanting "Ally! Ally!" hoping I'd make a big comeback from this painful (in more ways than one!) humiliation. I guess the lesson here was that they love seeing a good over the knee spanking, but they're still pulling for me in the end! Did I just say "pulling for me"? Those are the internet fans!

Anyway, I finally got up on my hands and knees, and yes, pulled the dress down over my behind, but Phoebe crushed any hopes of a comeback by slamming the title belt over my back! I let out another huge scream, as I fell flat on my face again! That dress certainly liked my butt crack (or the other way around!), as it was trapped between my cheeks again!

Phoebe put the belt down and came after me again. I tried to crawl away screaming, "NO! NO!" but she caught me around the ankles and pulled me back. I was up on my hands and knees as I tried to escape Phoebe's wrath, so my dress flew up again from the impact of I landing on my belly! Needless to say, Phoebe got cheered as my big, naked, wedgied, and red (Ouch!) butt was showing again!

My dress going up really wasn't going to matter in a few moments! "Have I humiliated you enough, Ally?" Phoebe screamed, grabbing my dress with both hands. "Please, stop… stop," I whimpered, grabbing the leg of her pants as if I was begging for mercy. "The answer to my question – NO!" she continued, ripping the dress off my body, and leaving me in just my white bra, matching panties, and high-heel shoes!

I was so ready for the fans to cheer me getting stripped, and there were quite a few whistles, but the bulk of the crowd booed! It probably was overkill at that point, as I was beaten, helpless and practically naked, and I even started crying as I really got into angle. But… it wasn't over yet!

Phoebe lifted me up by the hair and the back of my panties. Obviously she gave me a MASSIVE wedgie, to the point I was worried my panties would rip, and I also looked down to see that one of my nipples was showing! I didn't fix it, as I wanted to look as helpless as possible, and almost everything else was showing, anyway! My entire ass was exposed, of course, and I also had the biggest frontal wedgie EVER!

From there Phoebe leaned over, stuck a shoulder into my midsection, lifted me up, and put me over her shoulder. The over-the-shoulder carry was really popular, especially with my fans! I'm going to guess that it has something to do with how my ass looks, usually with a huge wedgie, pointed upward like that! Having Phoebe lift me up always got me a little nervous. As you know I'm taller and outweigh her by *beep* (Did you really think I would give that up?) and while she's a terrific wrestler, she's not particularly strong. So she almost dropped me as she lifted me up, which would have been more embarrassing for me, without a doubt, and to make sure I stayed over her shoulder, she had a claw hold on my naked ass! I mean seriously, as if the fans couldn't see enough already, her fingers were pressed against my big butt cheek and pulling it open! Holy crap! Or holy CRACK, I guess!

Thankfully this was almost over, as I was resting helplessly over Phoebe's shoulder. "This is your champion?!" she screamed, holding my huge tushy with one hand and pointing at my huge tushy with the other hand! I was just thinking how this would look online and on TV, with my big behind taking up most of the freakin' screen! It was like my entire wrestling career was reduced to my two big jiggling buns! Of course, I can't blame anyone else this time. Most of it was my idea! It was still a pretty cool and effective angle, though. The fans would want to see me get revenge on Phoebe, for sure!

Phoebe spanked my ass one more time (I was still over her shoulder), and yelled "I'm going to kick this fat ass and get MY title back, Ally!" before dumping to the mat! "See you next week!" she continued, slamming the belt down on me before leaving the ring to a chorus of boos!

I rolled over on my stomach so I could fix my bra (the nip-slip) and pull out the frontal wedgie. I was going to have to walk to the back in my bra and panties, so at least wanted my boob and vagina covered! I felt kind of bad as Kasey ran over to help me, and I was only wearing bra and panties! And the awkwardness continued as I had young Kasey by my side, and Sarah's huge breasts practically resting on my head as she whispered to me, making sure I was all right.

The fans still gave me a standing ovation and chanted "Ally! Ally!" as Sarah on one side and Kasey on the other walked me up the aisle and to the locker room. Nobody smacked my ass, thank God, as it was really sore and I did leave the panties wedged up my crack!

Our angle started the show, so there was still plenty of time for me to come back out and challenge Phoebe to a match for the next show. The last match ended and out of the locker room I came, walking with a purpose! And walking with a wedgie, in case you were worried! I brought a change of clothes, which were a blue Adidas sweat suit and a pair of sneakers. Not terribly sexy on the surface, but the pants were tight and I made sure to pull them up a little higher so I had a deep wedgie!

"PHOEBE!!" I screamed, standing in the middle of the ring and holding my head to sell her earlier beat-down on me. Although I really should have been holding my butt, because it hurt a hell of a lot more than my head! "Phoebe, get out here!" I continued, pacing around the ring. "I'll stay right here, thank you," she answered, appearing on the huge video screen right over the entrance that led from the locker room to the ring. "Fine, I knew you were a coward!" I said, doing my best badass face. "Now listen up, Barbie doll! You'll get your rematch next week, but I talked to the GM and he's agreed to make it a NEW YORK CITY STREET FIGHT! There are NO rules and falls count anywhere! I'll chase you around the planet if I have to! So now you can hit me with anything, like you did tonight… AND I can hit you with anything! How does that sound, Barbie??"

Phoebe looked hesitant at first, but then she said, "I'll be there, Ally! And wear some prettier panties, just in case I decide to undress you again, fat ass!" "Oh, there will be an undressing next week," I said, staring 'daggers' at Phoebe up on the video screen. "As in, I'm going to give you the beating of a lifetime, and the beating you so richly deserve!"

The show ended there, and I walked around ringside shaking hands and signing autographs.  

I woke up the next morning with a sore butt (still!) and an interesting email in my inbox. It was from a man who wanted to hire me for a private wrestling session. Except, I wasn't doing private wrestling sessions anymore, and I clearly stated such on my website. I stopped because I was now making good money with TSW (Even before I became champion, Sarah gave me a good raise), it could be dangerous (See: Zoey's ex), and most importantly, Zach asked me to stop. It was kind of funny since I met him when he hired me for a private session, but I certainly understood how he felt. Even though I was clear in the rules I set for the sessions, the big one being nothing overtly sexual, I would still have physical contact with the client in my skimpy attire. Everyone wanted the "Sporty Ally experience," meaning my regular ring gear. And to be blunt, even with the rules I set beforehand, I had to work around a lot of erections!

This guy understood that I was out of the private session business, so he made me an incredible offer to try to get me to do one with him. I began charging $200 an hour, and went up to $500 eventually. He was offering me $5,000! Fuck! I didn't know what to do, but that money…

I'm not a materialistic person and never was. All I needed was a place to live, enough clothes to get me through the week, a safe, dependable car, and my music! I barely owned any jewelry, other than a few pairs of cheap earrings and my…. engagement ring. (Sorry for the hesitation, but I just love how that sounds!) But when it came to Jules and Jay, I wanted to give them everything! Well, not everything as to spoil them, but enough so had everything their friends had. And I wanted to send them both to college, of course! Being a single mom with very little support wasn't easy when it came to providing for my children.

I could do a lot of things for them with $5,000.

To be continued

After a long day of thinking and restless night's sleep, I finally decided to do the private wrestling session with this man. I just couldn't turn down the opportunity to make $5,000. I did feel really guilty, but then thought about all of the things I could do for the twins with that money and I knew I had to do it. One hour of my time for $5,000? I'd be crazy not to, right?

I immediately knew he was married when he told me to meet him in a hotel. Luckily he could do it during the day, so Julia and Jason would be in school and I wouldn't have to lie about where I was going to Emily. Or to Zach, for that matter, who was working all day.

"Let's get this over with," I thought to myself, as I pulled my car into the hotel parking lot. I really didn't want to be seen under any circumstances, so I was wearing sunglasses, a Yankees cap, and a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants over my leotard. I thought about just leaving the shirt and pants on, hoping he wouldn't say anything. I mean, he'd still get to wrestle me, and while the sweatpants weren't skimpy like my leotards, they were quite revealing in their own right. The crotch would always ride up and my camel toe would be quite visible. I know that because someone took a picture at one of the kids' friend's birthday parties that ended up on Facebook! I was standing with two of the other moms in the picture, and had some major camel toe! Ugh! And as all of you guys certainly know by now, with my Jedi-like wedgie skills, any kind of gray sweats looked like they were painted on my big booty! I mean, they were giving me a serious wedgie! So 'Captain High-Roller' would still get a lot of big, sexy butt in the sweats, and I was praying that was enough.

I knocked on the door to his room, and he answered dressed in just a t-shirt and boxers. Oh, wonderful! I preferred that the guys wore sweats or at least regular shorts. I mean, I didn't need 'things' falling out or popping out most likely. He was a decent looking guy, neat short hair and in good shape, but put on a freakin' pair of pants, dude! It could have been worse, as I thought back to the fat guy in a Speedo with some major B.O. who I had a session with (I can still smell him to this day!!), but I really wanted this guy to put on some pants damn it!

"Do you think you could put on some pants, Richard?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not, baby," he said, looking me over. "I just came from a meeting, and I only have my suit pants. Can't wrestle in those. I did this time to accommodate you, so I can't help it."
"Fine," I said, already wondering what I got myself into. "And it's 'Ally', thank you." I hate when total strangers call me 'baby'!
"But speaking of pants, ALLY," he said, still checking me out. "Aren't you going to take those sweats off? I am paying for the 'full Sporty Ally experience' after all…"
"I'd prefer to leave them on," I answered, already annoyed by this guy.
"Turn around and let me see that fat ass, BABY?" he said with a big smirk.
"Okay," I said, hoping that he'd like my butt in the sweats and we could get started already. "And I don't have a 'fat ass,' by the way!"
"Um, yes you do," he laughed, now getting an eyeful of the gray sweats wedged deep inside my ass crack. I wouldn't usually be that offended when someone said I had a big behind (I knew I had a big bum, after all), but Richard was really rubbing me the wrong way!
"Okay?" I asked, turning my head back towards him as I arched my back so my ass was really sticking out.  "You ready to do this?"
"Oh, I'd love to do that," he answered, sounding every bit as sleazy as that line would indicate. "But I want to see that fat ass without the sweats, baby… Take it off!"
"Enjoy," I said coldly, pulling down the sweats to reveal my powder blue high-cut leotard with white stripes down the sides.
"I think you need a bigger sized leotard for that fat ass, baby," he laughed, referencing my huge wedgie, no doubt, as I picked the leotard out from between my cheeks.
"I think this size fits me just fine," I snapped, turning around to face him. "And one more time… it's ALLY."
"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, BABY," he grinned. "Although with an ass that big, you probably can't help it!"
"Okay, if my ass is so big and I disgust you, which is all I can assume by your tone," I said, unable to hide how irritated I was, "why would you hire me for this? And for so much money?"
"Relax, thunder thighs," he said dismissively. "But do the other girls complain when they have to lift you up with such a fat ass? I mean, your ass is so big and it must get really sweaty during the matches, and then they have to body slam you, which must be hard enough with how heavy you are in the butt…"
"Is there a point to this?" I interrupted.
"Yes, BABY, if you'd let me finish" he smiled. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, you have that big, sweaty ass, and every girl looks like she's about to get a hernia lifting you up… Then to make matters worse, your entire ass, and that's a lot of ass, is exposed with your constant fat butt wedgies, and they have to grab your ass during the body slam… I couldn't stop laughing during your match with Phoebe when she was obviously struggling to lift you up, and her hand was up your fat ass! So do the other girls complain that they have to handle you and your huge, smelly ass in those skimpy leotards that are way too small on you?"
"You didn't answer my question, Richard, or should I call you DICK?" I replied, totally pissed off now. "Why did you set up this session if I'm so revolting to you?"
"Seriously, thunder buns," he continued, ignoring my question once again. "I liked it much better when you lost every match. You looked so ridiculous getting your fat ass kicked by the smaller girls. Crawling around the ring with your giant wedgie and your big, smelly ass exposed. I loved how pathetic you looked! I loved laughing at you. And all your screaming and hysterics… it was like you were about to cry in every match! Why did they give you the title?"
"Because believe it or not, I do have a lot of fans," I answered, doing everything I could to not punch him in the face! "You might hate me and I still have no idea why you hired me, but there are a lot of people who support me and love me. I could show you all of the emails and cards if you'd like?"
"That's wonderful, fat ass, but I love it when the other girl just yanks that leotard up your huge, flabby butt, and all you can do is wave your arms and scream with those huge buns jiggling!" he laughed. "You look like such a loser! Who could respect you, fat ass?"
"It's part of the show!" I countered, fantasizing about bending his arm behind his back and dislocating his shoulder. "Now do you want to wrestle, or are you just going to stand here and insult me? Trust me, I've heard worse…"
"I don't doubt it, thunder buns," he laughed, putting his arms up. "But yes, let's wrestle. Maybe you can burn a few calories so your ass isn't so big?"

God, I just wanted to kill him when we locked up, but I calmed down and got behind him easily. I quickly took him down to the floor, and wrapped my legs around his midsection. "You are strong, baby," he said, as my thighs tightened around him. "But this isn't fun… I want to do things to you…" "Fine," I said, releasing him from the body scissors. "But it can only be something that could happen during a wrestling match. Am I clear?" "Of course, baby," he answered, standing back up. "What move do you want to do?" I asked, my hands behind my back as I picked a wedgie. "How about a bear hug?" he smiled, opening up his arms. "If I can lift your fat ass, of course!"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up off the floor. "Ow, my back!" he joked (another brilliant weight joke!), his hands pressed against my back and the jerking motion causing my leotard to rocket up my big ass! "You're actually not as heavy as you look, baby," he smiled, my feet dangling off the floor. I would generally wrap my legs around my opponent's body to really sell the distress I was in, but NO freakin' way with this guy! "Let's get a good look," he said, holding me in front of the mirror over the dresser. "Look at that fat ass!" he laughed, as the bear hug and massive wedgie continued. "You know, this could be fun if you didn't have to insult me every five seconds," I said, trying to appeal to his decency, if there was any decency in this asshole! "Yeah? Who cares," he said dismissively, shaking me in the bear hug ragdoll-style. "I just love how your big, fat ass jiggles!"

"All right the bear hug is over, put me down," I said, more tired of the giant wedgie he was giving me than the actual move. "Not yet, baby," he said, shaking me again and staring at my jiggling ass in the mirror. "When I say a move is over, that means it's OVER," I said sternly, driving both of my fists into his shoulder blades. "Ouch!" he yelled, dropping me instantly. "You didn't have to do that, baby!" "Apparently I did, DICK!" I said, picking the leotard out of my butt crack. "Now what do you want to do next? And remember that it has to be something that would take place during a match."

"Okay," he said, rubbing his chin. "I love it when the other girl grabs your hair and leotard and tosses your fat ass. Can I just throw you on the bed?" "All right," I answered, as he stood to the side of me, grabbing me by the hair and the back of my leotard. He was actually gentle with my hair, or I would have hit him again, and while he had the leotard pulled up my butt again, it wasn't a particularly hard wedgie. "Did I tell you your butt was huge?" he laughed, jerking my leotard up hard as he tossed me on to the bed. I did my best to sell his move, lying flat on my face on the bed with my leotard wedged high up my big behind. "Damn, I nearly threw out my shoulder throwing your fat ass, baby," he cracked, lying down over my back and pinning me down on the bed. "Hey! What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, as I really couldn't move under his weight. He didn't answer, and with my ass right in front of him began spanking me! "I didn't say anything about spanking me!" I yelled, pretty much helpless as he laid into my big, naked buns! "STOP IT!" I screamed, reaching back to try to grab him by the hair, the 'disciplining' of my wedgied tushy continuing! "SERIOUSLY!!" I continued, finally turning my body enough to push him off of me.

"Oh, lighten up, thunder buns!" the jerk said, pinching my ass as I tried to pick my wedgie!
"Hey!" I screamed, startled (I don't know why!) to the point that he made me jump. So embarrassing…
"We still have another 10 minutes," he said, a big smile on his face as I continued working the powder blue spandex out of my ass. "Baby, I love how you pick your fat butt for like 20 minutes, and those huge buns are still hanging out! How do you work out and wrestle so much and your butt is still so big and flabby?"
"As you said, you have 10 minutes," I said, ignoring lame insult number 1,237,852. "What's next, and remember the rules, DICK…"
"Can I just give you a wedgie, baby?" he asked. "Like the other girls do in the middle of the ring? Bounce your big, fat booty?"
"Fine," I said, turning around so he had access to the back of my leotard.
"Dance for me, thunder buns!" he cackled, yanking the leotard with two hands up my big tushy!
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!" I screamed, the wedgie was legitimately painful, as he had me bouncing by my high-cut leotard!
"How can anyone cheer for you, you ridiculous looking COW?!" he barked, as if I wasn't embarrassed enough with my big buns jiggling violently. Really, I've been wedgied and bounced in front of thousands, and this was 1,000 times more humiliating!
"Well, you might call me a 'cow'," I said, looking down at his crotch, "but your dick says differently." Honestly, the last thing I wanted to look at was his dick, and thankfully he was just 'pitching a tent,' but it was nice to expose him as the hypocrite he was!
"Ha-ha! Checking me out, big ass?" he giggled, jerking the leotard high and hard up my ass again! "Look at those fat cheeks bounce!"
"Okay, let go!" I ordered, and this time he listened quickly releasing my leotard. "Good to see that you finally learned!"
"Oh, that's what you think, thunder buns?" he laughed, sporting that same 'shit-eating' grin that I had quickly grown to hate, as I once again stood there working the shiny spandex out of my big behind. "We still have 5 minutes left and I have one more thing in mind. Something that has happened during your matches…"
"You want me to Ally Bomb you on to the bed?" I asked, still picking my wedgie. "Or on to the floor? I'd love to do that!"
"Don't you wish, big butt," he smiled, getting down on one knee. "No, I want to take you over my knee and spank that fat ass. You want that 5-grand, Jell-O buns? Get down here…"

To be continued

Fuck! I did not want to lie over this guy's knee and get my ass spanked. It was bad enough when he surprise-spanked me on the bed! But damn it, I wanted that money and our session was almost over. I had already gone this far with this sorry excuse for a human being. And it wasn't like getting spanked over someone's knee was something I hadn't done before… But this guy was such a creep… such an asshole… Ugh!

"Fine," I said, lying down over his knee, my big butt pointing upward and ready to be spanked.
"I didn't think it was possible, but your fat ass actually looks even bigger this way," he laughed. "Like two mountains… of blubber!"
"Hilarious as usual," I scoffed, getting a little nervous in such a vulnerable position. "You're running out of time, and I'm not staying a second later…"
"Sweet, baby, you wanna get this big fat ass spanked," he said, crumpling up my leotard into his fist and pulling it back up my ass. "Not that this bathing suit covered much of your huge booty, but I want to make this spanking count…"

'Count' obviously meant 'hurt' as he just ripped into my upright tushy! A lot of women would have scolded him or stopped him for being so excessively cruel, but I fashioned myself as a tough girl and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Of course the spanking really did hurt, as I gritted my teeth feeling the 'burn' on my exposed skin, my big behind turning its inevitable shade of red.

"I still have a couple of minutes," he said, giving my battered bum a brief respite.
"Are you done spanking me?" I asked, still resting over his knee with my big, wedgied ass pointing upward.
"Not yet, thunder buns!" he said, putting his mouth on his arm and making a fart sound effect! "Hey, what was that??" he continued, laughing hysterically.
"What are you, 12 years old?" I responded, trying not to let him get to me.
"Now I know how you win your matches because you're obviously not an athlete with such a fat ass!" he giggled, giving my leotard another tug upward. "You fart on the girl and knock her out! Am I right?"
"No, you asshole!" I yelled, making it very clear that he was getting to me unfortunately. "I never FART during my matches! NEVER!"
"Somebody's a little defensive," he smirked, spanking me so hard I fell off his knee.

Words couldn't describe how humiliated I felt. I mean, you guys have followed my career, and I've been in one embarrassing situation after another – even after winning the title I got beaten and stripped! But this was just on a different level… having this creep standing over me as I lied on the floor rubbing my sore behind. Of course, DICK reached down and gave me another big wedgie, and right after I picked one side of the leotard out of my ass crack! "You're time is up!" I yelled, getting back to my feet with the leotard still wedged way up my big behind.

"Baby, five thousand should get me a 'happy ending,' if you know what I mean?" he said, pulling my hand to his dick, which was fully erect and sticking through the fly of his boxers! "Absolutely not!" I screamed, pulling my hand away at the last second, and slapping him across the face.
"Bitch!" he yelled, as my slap was no 'girly slap,' to say the least.
"I can make it a lot worse than that!" I said, grabbing him by his t-shirt and slamming him against the wall.
"Okay… okay," he said, totally backing down.
"Now give me my money then get the fuck out of here!" I ordered, shoving him towards the desk where he had his briefcase.

He handed me the check, threw his clothes on quickly, and stumbled out of the room.

"This better clear," I thought to myself, putting the check inside my wallet. The money would buy a lot of things for the twins, but I still felt horrible. I felt like I betrayed Zach and even myself. The way I allowed him to humiliate me… Yes, I do subject myself to lots of humiliation, but this guy made it such an ugly experience. When I wrestle for the fans, a big part of the show is seeing me in all kinds of perilous and even humiliating situations, but aside from the occasional loudmouth jerk, they really seem to love me and respect what I do. And even my previous private sessions were playful, sexy, and just fun, and I always felt like I was in control. This one was anything but playful and fun, and it really felt like it could end badly.

I hated how he made me feel, as I just sat there on the bed crying. A part of it had nothing to do with him – it was my own guilt – but damn it did I hate him. I finally got my big ass off the bed, and realized just how hard he spanked me as I picked the leotard out of my ass and the elastics on the leg-holes really hurt my tender cheeks. While I knew the leotard would only ride up again, I gave myself a wedgie so my buns wouldn't be irritated. Fortunately the sweat pants felt great on my ass when I pulled them up!

I went to the bank and deposited the check, praying it would clear. I had some time to kill before I had to pick up the twins from school, and I really needed to see a smiling face, so I went to see Zoey at everyone's favorite music store, "Midtown Music Experience."

"Ally!" Zoey exclaimed, as I walked into the store. Zoey looked adorable as usual, her hair neon green, a KISS t-shirt, and a denim skirt. "Hey, Zoey!" I smiled, giving her a big hug. "KISS? Not your usual Sonic Youth or Ramones?" "Hey, KISS is my guilty pleasure!" she laughed. "Do you know who they call me? They call me Dr. Love!" "I might want to found out why someday," I giggled, putting my arm around her and kissing her on the cheek. "You look like you need to talk, sweetie," she said, returning the kiss. "Let's go to my office…"

"I'd tell you to sit down, Ally, but I can't get enough of your butt in those sweats," Zoey smiled, closing the door behind us.
"Well, one last look," I laughed, turning around and shaking my big booty for her, the gray pants wedged deep between my cheeks.
"DAMN! You're sexy!" Zoey exclaimed, as I teased her a little more, grabbing the back of the sweats and tugging them upward to put emphasis on my huge wedgie!
"I'm surprised you still even look at me with Jessica in your life?" I smiled, sitting down on the black leather couch.
"Well, she's gorgeous and I think I might even be in love," Zoey smiled, "but God I'd give everything up for you, Allison…"
"That's so sweet," I said, tearing up a little.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked, sitting down next to me.
"I just had a rough morning," I answered, the tears beginning to flow. "You're probably the only person I can talk to about it…"
"Tell me, sweetie," Zoey said, wiping a tear from my cheek.
"I did a private wrestling session this morning," I began, pushing the hair back that was sticking to my face.
"I thought you stopped doing that? "
"I did, but this guy made me a ridiculous offer…"
"Well, that's not a surprise! You're the gorgeous, sexy, champion Sporty Ally!"
"Thanks, honey, but I feel like shit… I told Zach I was done with private sessions. He actually asked me to stop… But this guy offered me $5,000. I just couldn't turn it down."
"And I know why, Ally. Jules and Jay… you'll do anything for those kids…"
"Exactly, Zoey. Their father is a sucky provider, and I try my best, but I just never feel like they have enough."
"Allison, you know I'm always willing to help out…"
"I know, sweetie, and I appreciate that so, so much… But it's my responsibility. And you're already so generous. I love you so much…"
"I love you too, baby. So, you did it… and Zach doesn't have to know…"
"It's just we're still so early in our relationship… I hate hiding something… and we're not even married yet, you know?"
"But you did it for a good reason, Ally. Don't be so hard on yourself! Did you like the guy? Or girl?"
"Oh God NO! It was a guy. He looked all right… a business man of some kind. But he was a total creep. It seemed like he hated me. He kept insulting me, calling me 'baby' when I said I preferred 'Ally.' And when he wasn't calling me 'baby,' it was either 'fat ass' or 'thunder buns.' I mean, I have a thick skin. I've been called lots of horrible names in my wrestling career, but those are anonymous people in a circus-like atmosphere… He just got off on being mean to me, I guess."
"Just a typical woman, hater!" Zoey scoffed. "Trust me, being a woman in the music business… I'm always being demeaned, and every guy thinks they would just make my day if they fucked me. Yeah, right! Pigs! He's just jealous because he'll never be with someone as beautiful and sweet as you, Allison. Just some 'little boy' with zero social skills being mean to the girl he likes… Did he hurt you?"
"No… I mean… yes. He spanked really hard…"
"On the ass?"
"YES! Where else would he spank me? Zoey!"
"I know… I'm sorry…"
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm just giving you a hard time, sweetie! But yes, he put me over his knee and spanked me… so humiliating. And my ass is still killing me."
"He must have given you some wedgies?"
"Of course, but it was the spanking that was particularly vicious and painful. The worst was the end, though…"
"Oh God, he didn't…"
"No… NO, Zoey. I would have broken his fucking neck. But he did want me to jerk him off. He grabbed my hand, but I fought him off. I had him pinned against the wall… he was about to pee his pants…"
"Go Ally! That'll teach him!"
"Probably not, but at least it's over. I'm just a little shaken over the whole thing…"
"Oh, sweetie," Zoey said, pulling my head down to her chest and kissing me. "Well, stay here as long as you like. I'm ordering lunch for everyone… hang out and eat with us?"
"Thank you, Zoey, but I think I need to go home and take a shower. Get his stink off me…"
"I understand, Ally. But please… don't hesitate to call me. You know I'm always here for you, honey…"
"I do know that," I smiled, standing up and hugging Zoey. "You're the best, and the neon-y green-y-est! I love your hair!"
"Thank you, sweetie! And you're the cheeky cheekiest! I do wish you were staying, but I am looking forward to watching you leave!"
"You mean this?" I laughed, turning around and bending over right in front of Zoey. "Just don't call me 'thunder buns' and no spanking. My big tushy hoits…"
"God, I'd love to make it better," Zoey smiled, grabbing the waistband of my sweats, and playfully pulling it up. "I'd scream 'wedgie' but you already have such a big wedgie, Ally!"
"Hey speaking of cheeky and wedgies, I have a question for you, Zoey," I said, straightening back up, my back still to her as she continued holding on to the back of my pants. "Would you like to be in a TSW show? In a match?"
"I'd love to, but I don't know how to wrestle," Zoey answered, letting go of my massively wedged sweats so I could turn around and face her again.
"You won't have to really. We're still working out the details, but we have a special Halloween show planned. I'll be wrestling in a costume, and I have something in mind for you. It'll be fun, I promise!"
"Yes, I just don't want to ruin the show, Ally!"
"Trust me, you won't, Zoey! You'll be in costume, too. I'll call you later when everything is finalized!"

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I woke up the next morning, and ran to my computer immediately. I nervously logged-in to my bank account to see if the check cleared. "Yes!" I screamed, as my balance was indeed increased by $5,000! What a relief that was! I still felt bad about the whole thing, especially when it came to Zach, but at least 'Dick' didn't screw me! And trust me, 'Dick' will NEVER screw me! Okay, I'm a much better wrestler than comedian!

I still had my 'battle scars,' as my butt was sore, but I was feeling a little better. "I hope my butt isn't still red," I thought, standing with my back to a mirror and wedging my white satin panties up my butt crack. "Not too bad, and I still have a couple of days until my New York City Street Fight title defense against Phoebe."

Just thinking about my first title defense got me so damn excited, especially knowing the wild, crazy match we had planned! My new relationship with Phoebe made me feel even better, as I finally felt like I could trust her, and that we'd truly be working together for the first time. I even had a brand new look and outfit planned for the 'Street Fight,' which made me excited and nervous at the same time. After all, I knew how popular my high-cut leotards were, but I thought the fans were going to love my new attire, too. At least I hoped so!

And yes, I was still sleeping with my championship belt!

To be continued

I devoted the next couple of days to training, mostly running and a little work with the weights. I'm hardly what you'd call a bodybuilder - I like to maintain a soft, curvy body, and I'm also fortunate enough to be strong naturally, but working up a good sweat with the iron did feel good. And as much as I hated to admit it, "Dick's" insults did get to me, and helped fuel my workouts. I definitely saw his face when I was hitting the punching bag!

But I did start wondering if he was right, and my ass was that big? I mean, I knew it was big. Even when I was younger and kind of on the skinny side, I still had a big, round ass. I knew because it seemed like every boy in school liked to remind me of it! Gym class was a nightmare for me. We had to wear these shorts, and while they covered most of the girls, my ass was always hanging out of them. Then as soon as I did anything that required moving and / or bending, I got one big wedgie after another! Besides loving athletics and being sort of a 'tomboy,' I think I got into wrestling because it was the one job where wedgies were commonplace!

I do laugh to myself when I think about how my wedgies help me earn a living. Even with Sarah coming into the company and protecting me against Johnny's exploitation, we made the joint decision to continue selling my more obvious ASSets. Ha-ha! We cleaned the website up a bit, so my big ass wasn't right in your face as soon as you hit the homepage, but we still continued to use good butt-shots as sample pictures for the DVD / downloads. No doubt those pics did draw attention and sell product! We even did a studio photo set that sold a ton. It contained a bunch of shots of me in different leotards; all from behind, of course. Nothing too provocative, but as you'd expect lots of wedgies and half-exposed (or more!) butt cheeks. We even did one pic where Sarah was giving me a wedgie, and I had this look of surprise on my face. It was cute and kind of funny. I'm sure you're just shocked that Sarah volunteered to do that job! We got a lot of good feedback on that shot.   

Anyway, I digress as usual, but that creep's insults did make me wonder if my ass was getting too big. I mean, everyone else seemed to love it, especially and most importantly Zach, and I suppose "Dick" was being mean just for the sake of being mean, but I am getting close to the "Big 3-0." Ugh! Keeping my weight down was a hell of a lot easier 10 years ago, and even 5 years ago. Not to mention that I had the twins, and I've never been able to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. On the bright side, (Or the backside? Did I just say that?) most of the weight gain went to my ass, and the fans seemed to love it. And you can't forget the online community (a.k.a. perverts... Ha-ha!) who were also helping me pay my bills. But I was beginning to wonder how much was too much, you know?  And was I becoming this freak, in the sense that I was this really in-shape girl with this huge ass? I took pride in my wrestling and my ability to connect with the fans in ways that didn't involve sex, but was all of that being overshadowed by my ass? I guess the conclusion I reached from all of this was that despite what "Dick" said, my ass was very desirable. But then, was I comfortable with the objectification? I was, as I certainly played into it, but at the same time the fans I valued most were fans like Kasey who loved "Sporty Ally" and everything the character stood for. And they proved that I wasn't just this freak, or "jerk-off material," as some had called me.

Okay, enough psychobabble! Time for some wrestling! And butts and wedgies! Ha-ha!

It was fight night at the TSW Arena, and Phoebe and I were in the main event again! We were doing a New York City Street Fight, so it was anything goes and no disqualification. We had a wild match planned, and I was so excited!  

We warmed the fans up by showing the vicious beatdown Phoebe gave me at the last show on the big screen. That included Phoebe stripping me down to my bra and panties, which had become quite popular. Who would have believed that? *wink*

Phoebe came to the ring first, and for the street fight she was wearing a white TSW t-shirt, tight jeans, and she had her fists taped. She looked pretty badass, and dare I say a little sexier than usual? Those jeans really showed off her ass, as she had the seam in back wedged deep between her cheeks. A girl after my own heart, although I really don't have a choice with my small waist and big ass!

The arena got quiet for a few seconds, and then my music hit. The crowd pretty much exploded as I came through the entrance! I was both excited and relieved, as I was also went with a different look to play into the street fight stipulation. First of all I had my hair in pigtails and eye-black under my eyes. Yes, I know eye-black was worn by baseball players to keep the sun out of their eyes, (and I was in an indoor arena at night... Ha-ha!) but I thought it looked cool! And the high-cut leotard got the night off, as I wore a black Adidas sports bra and matching shorts with white stripes down the sides. On my hands I had MMA-style gloves and black kick pads over my boots. I looked rather badass, if I do say so myself, and still pretty sexy, too. I made sure to get the shorts small, so my ass was hanging out, and like practically every article of clothing I own, they gave me a big ol' wedgie as soon as I pulled them up!

I walked down to the ring briskly to show that I couldn't wait to get my hands on Phoebe, only stopping briefly to kiss Kasey. I placed my title belt down on a table outside of the ring, and quickly crawled in under the bottom rope. The referee tried to hold me back as the bell hadn't rung yet, but I pushed him out of the way and attacked Phoebe. It was no-DQ, after all! "Get back, Ally! The match hasn't started yet!" the referee yelled, pushing me back as I already had Phoebe down, and was putting the boots to her. It didn't take long for me to get my first wedgie of the match. The referee, in pushing me back, grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled them halfway up my ass!

The referee helped Phoebe up, asking her if she was still able to wrestle. She didn't answer, and appeared to be stalling as I waited impatiently, yanking the shorts down out of my butt crack. I did get a lot of whistles as I pulled the shorts down a little too far so the top half of my ass was showing briefly! Ooops! They were pretty small, to say the least!

After getting my shorts back in order, I grabbed the ref by the collar and yelled at him to start the match. Phoebe took this opportunity to hit me with a sucker punch, knocking me down as the ref finally signaled to ring the bell and start the match.

Now Phoebe was all over me, kicking and stomping me as the fans booed heavily. Any disappointment over my new attire quickly dissipated, as the new shorts were totally riding up my ass as Phoebe punished me. "How's your big revenge match going so far, Ally??" she screamed, lifting my head up and slamming it back down on the mat, followed by a big spanking on my increasingly-naked butt. Phoebe went for a quick pin, hooking both of my legs and giving the crowd a great shot of my big behind with my shorts wedged high up my crack, but I kicked out at the 1 and a ½ count.

Phoebe pulled me up by the hair, but I screamed "NOOOOO!" and hit her with a flurry of punches to the stomach that dropped her to the mat. I continued the attack, jumping on top of her and pounding her with my fists. "How does that feel, Phoebe?!" I screamed, the crowd going wild as I slapped her across the face. I stood up and pumped my fists as a big "Ally! Ally!" chanted began. I picked my wedgie, almost mooning the crowd again, and went outside the ring to get a chair.

I got back into the ring with the chair, the crowd going wild as I raised it over my head. Phoebe tried to stand up, but I slammed the chair over her back. "Again! Again!" the crowd chanted, as I raised the chair over my head and slammed it down on Phoebe's back again. "Please... please stop," the former champion begged, crawling into the corner as I stalked her with the metal chair. Being the classic babyface / good guy, I hesitated momentarily and Phoebe kicked me in the knee.

The fans cheers turned to boos suddenly, as I fell to the mat, clutching my knee. "She's almost as stupid as you guys!" Phoebe yelled at the crowd, placing the chair in the center of the ring. "ALMOST!" she laughed, pulling me up by the hair and hooking the side of my shorts to set me up for a vertical suplex.

Phoebe tightened her arm around my head (like a front face lock), and pulled up on the side of my shorts (so high that my panties were showing!) as I was about to go up in the air for the
suplex. And even before I was off the ground, she had the left side of my black shorts wedged up my butt crack like a thong! Of course, the whistles cut through the boos momentarily as my entire ass cheek was exposed, and moments later Phoebe had me up in the air for the suplex. She held me up there for a few seconds before dropping me back-first on to the chair!

"See how easy this is?" Phoebe asked the crowd, as I rolled around writhing in pain, the right side of my shorts pretty much in place while the left side was pulled high up my hip and wedged between my cheeks. Again Phoebe went for a pin, but this time she rolled me up on my shoulders and the back of my neck, and pulled up the back of my shorts for leverage. It was a FULL MOON, as she also had a handful of my panties and my entire ass was showing! So embarrassing! The plan was for her just to grab my shorts so my panties would be showing, but understandably it was hard to grab one and not the other. And gosh did the fans LOVE the view!

The ref counted the pin as it was legal to pull the tights in this match, and I kicked out right before his hand was about to hit the mat for the 3rd time. A funny moment happened next. I was lying there with my shorts down and my entire ass showing, still selling, and Phoebe pulled me up by the shorts and the hair to throw me out of the ring. The fans booed, and it was, without a doubt, the first time we ever got a negative reaction to a wedgie!

Anyway, Phoebe had the shorts yanked up my ass crack like a thong, and tossed me over the top rope and to the floor. A "Let's go, Ally!" chant began as I was down on my hands and knees on the outside of the ring, the camera man right behind me getting a great shot of my ass, no doubt! "Ally's going! Going for a ride!" yelled Phoebe, pulling me up by the back of my shorts. The fans sitting there got another eyeful of my naked ass as Phoebe pulled my shorts down again first, before lifting me up by them and giving me another huge wedgie! The 'ride' she mentioned was tossing me over the announcers' table, as she sent me flying over the table and to the floor.

"Had enough yet, Ally?!" Phoebe asked, lifting me up by my white cotton panties this time! Now she had my freakin' panties pulled high above my shorts! How embarrassing! Wearing these shorts was not one of my better ideas, especially a size *cough* or two *cough* too small. Meanwhile, the fans started chanting "WEDGIE! WEDGIE!" as Phoebe bounced me around ringside by my panties. That they didn't rip was a minor miracle! And gosh did that cotton up my ass HURT! Of course, Phoebe was wearing panties I could get my hands on too...

I spun around quickly, escaping Phoebe's grasp and getting behind her. "GOING UP!" I yelled, launching the panties up Phoebe's crack with two hands! Now she was screaming, flailing her arms and doing that silly 'wedgie dance' yours truly made popular. The "WEDGIE! WEDGIE!" chant was now directed at Phoebe, as I had her white cotton panties (we should have checked with each other on what undies we were wearing!) halfway up her back.

"Fun time's over, Barbie!" I yelled, throwing Phoebe against the ring post, as she bounced off the unforgiving steel and crumpled to the floor. An "ALLY! ALLY!" chant started, as I lifted her up by her long blonde hair and whipped her into the ringside railing. "No, Ally! No!" she begged, hoping I'd fall for the same trick again, but I ran at Phoebe and kneed her in the head. I took a few seconds to straighten out my shorts and tuck in my panties, before lifting Phoebe up by the hair again. "Beg, Phoebe! Beg for mercy!" I screamed, ready to toss her into the steel ring post again. I took the first step, but she reversed it and sent me crashing into the steel this time! I sold it huge, bouncing off the post and falling to the floor like I was in a boxing match and got knocked out with a single punch.

"Please... no," I whimpered, as Phoebe pulled me up off the floor by my pigtails. "Who's begging now, Ally?" she laughed, grabbing me between my legs to lift me up for the next spot, slamming my back against the ring post. Of course, the last time we did this spot, half of her hand went up my ass, and this time was no less embarrassing! In getting a good grip on me since I am... *ahem*... kind of heavy, Phoebe grabbed the waistband of my shorts (and panties) and pulled them down as she held me across her body (one hand between my legs and on my butt, the other on my shoulder). "Phoebe, my shorts..."  I whispered, but she didn't hear me as she had my ENTIRE ass showing again! Not everyone in the arena could see my ass since she had my body directed at the ring post, but enough people saw to start a "NAKED BOOTY!" chant. Of course, being the pro I was and always strived to be, I tried to ignore that my whole ass (No, that wasn't a joke!) was showing, and sell the move as Phoebe slammed me against the post repeatedly. "GOD NO!" I screamed, Phoebe slamming me against the steel post for the final time and dropping me to the floor.

I lied on the floor rubbing my back, my shorts still pulled down so my ass was totally exposed. "Naughty girl!" Phoebe laughed, spanking my naked butt and pulling me back up by my much-manipulated shorts. Now Phoebe was giving me another massive wedgie of course, before throwing me against the ringside railing leading back to the ring entrance. I let out another huge scream as my back hit the railing and fell flat on my face. "Just give up, Ally!!" Phoebe yelled in my face, holding me up by the pigtails. "NEVER!" I responded, which got me a slap across the face. "Okay," she said, pulling off her black leather belt. "Now you're going to get it, fat-ass!"

The crowd booed heavily as Phoebe held the belt up high before striking me in the back several times! The smack of the leather against my flesh was LOUD, as I told Phoebe to really lay it in on me. I wanted a brutal match, not one of those lame WWE Divas pillow fights! I tried escaping Phoebe's wrath, crawling up the aisle on my hands and knees, but she quickly caught up to me and whipped my ass with the belt. Again the shot was loud and brutal against my naked cheeks, my shorts still wedged up my ass like a thong! And the always dependable TSW cameraman was right there filming as I rubbed my big behind.

The adrenaline was flowing so I was able to ignore the pain, but I did feel another kind of pain - emotional pain, as I looked up at Kasey who was sitting right over me crying hysterically. Maybe we had gone too far with this match? She reached over the rail and patted me on the back. I reached up to the railing to help get myself up, and Kasey put her hand on mine. I held her hand briefly as Phoebe, who was jawing with the fans again, came to get me for the next spot.

"Oh, isn't that sweet!" she said sarcastically, grabbing one of my pigtails and a handful of shorts. My poor shorts continued getting abused, as she yanked them up my ass again and halfway (at least!) up my back! I was just thankful that my shorts weren't being pulled down again, although she was giving me a HUGE wedgie right in front of Kasey, my biggest fan! Ugh!

Anyway, Phoebe continued to hold me by the back of the shorts as she kneed me in the belly several times. The crowd tried to rally behind me with a "Let's go, Ally!" chant, but Phoebe continued her domination, picking me up and putting me over her shoulder. The over-the-shoulder carry had become a really popular staple of my matches, so we had to get one in. I thought it was kind of silly being that I'm bigger than Phoebe and I should be carrying her around, but the fans loved it! Something to do with how helpless I looked and my huge ass displayed in a certain way... Reading that feedback made me laugh, creeped me out, and even turned me on, on the rare occasion.

So Phoebe was carrying me over her shoulder, her hand planted firmly on my ass, of course, and I still had a mega-deep wedgie! I preferred being the badass chick, but I did the helpless, damsel in distress chick really well, if I do say so myself!

The camera followed us as Phoebe carried me through the entrance leading back to the locker rooms and concessions. The fans in the arena could still watch us on the big screen. She dumped me into a shopping cart, and looked back at the camera. "Say goodbye to, Ally!" she yelled, ready to push me down a staircase in the cart! But just as she was about to push me, I reached back and grabbed her by the hair. "NOOOOO!!" Phoebe screamed, as I jumped out of the cart and hit her with a flurry of punches. I was super-relieved that the crowd was still into the match with us backstage, as the cheers were deafening and the building was shaking!

"You look like you could use something to eat, Phoebe!" I yelled, loading her into the shopping cart, and pushing it towards the concessions stand. "Just help yourself!" I continued, slamming the cart into the counter, Phoebe flying over the tiled, concrete half-wall and to the floor. I jumped over the counter and grabbed a pizza pan, as another "Ally! Ally!" chant began! I slammed the pan over Phoebe's head 4 or 5 times as she tried in vain to get up. "Didn't like that, Phoebe?" I asked, grabbing a big case of ice cream sandwiches. "Maybe you're more of a sweet tooth?" I continued, slamming the cardboard box of frozen treats against her lower back.

At this point a bunch of fans came into the concessions area from the arena to watch the action close-up, the security keeping them back so we had room to work. They arrived just in time to watch me pick out my wedgie, which got some boos, but I won the fans back when I gave them free ice cream sandwiches!

As I went to continue my offensive against Phoebe, grabbing her by the t-shirt, she surprised me with a large cup of beer to the face! Now I was blinded and at her mercy again! "Drinking on the job, Ally?" she yelled, slamming me over the head with the pizza pan. "You must want something to munch on with that beer, big butt?!" she asked, grabbing a big bag of popcorn. "But I have a better idea for this tasty popcorn..."

Phoebe pulled open the back of my shorts as I was slumped over the counter, and poured the popcorn down the shorts and my panties! "Am I really letting her do this to me?" I thought, as she YANKED the shorts and panties up my ass with the popcorn inside! I stood up straight and screamed as I endured the first ever popcorn wedgie! If anyone was going to make such history, it had to be me! Fortunately a lot of the popcorn fell through the leg-holes of my panties and shorts as Phoebe cranked them up my big behind, but I did get some of popcorn in my butt crack and it did not feel good! Ouch! The fans, who were totally behind me through most of the match, couldn't help but cheer and laugh at my most ridiculous wedgie, and I can't say I blamed them!

"Anyone want some BUTTered popcorn?" Phoebe laughed, pulling a kernel out of my ass crack as I was slumped over the counter again. She then gave me another huge wedgie, grabbing the back of my shorts and tossing me back over the counter. She stood up on the counter with the pizza pan in hand, waiting for me to get to my feet. I finally stood up, still staggered and practically looking naked from the back in the just the sports bra and shorts wedged up my ass like a thong, and down came Phoebe with the pan, smashing me over the head with it. She flattened me again, and went for the pin (it was falls count anywhere). The referee, who followed us to the back, made the count... 1... 2... and just as his hand was about to hit the concrete for the 3rd time, I raised up my shoulder. The fans popped huge, as I was still in trouble, but she hadn't beaten me yet!

Phoebe screamed "NO!" in frustration and picked me up by the hair. "I hate you, Ally!" she yelled slapping me across the face, but I didn't go down. "I hate you too, Phoebe!" I screamed, hitting her with a big right hand to the chin that connected! I stayed on her as she staggered backwards, taking punch after punch from my badass MMA-gloved fists. My final blow sent her staggering into the Ladies' Room, where we just happened to have a camera! Ha-ha! I finally picked my wedgie (which got some boos) and followed her in to the bathroom. "Phoebe, come out you coward!" I yelled, as she was hiding in one of the stalls. I ripped open the door of a stall, thinking she was in there, but it was just an old woman who had just finished doing her business. "I'm sorry ma'am!" I exclaimed, trying to close the door, but she grabbed me by the wrist. "Don't you youngsters understand manners?" she yelled, bending me over the sink and spanking me! "And these outfits you wear with everything hanging out!" she said in disgust, obviously referencing how my big butt cheeks were hanging out of my shorts! Again she lit in to my big tushy, even giving my shorts a tug upward as she held me in place with one hand, and spanked me with the other! "Disgusting!" she yelled, as she let me back up with my shorts now wedged deep between my big buns.

"Yes, disgusting is right!" said Phoebe, emerging from another stall and putting me in a sleeper hold! The old woman (who we did hire, by the way!) ran out of the bathroom as I screamed "NO!" and waved my arms frantically! I grabbed at Phoebe's hair and anything I could get my hands on, but she had me. My arms finally dropped and my eyes closed. "YES!" screamed Phoebe, as she let my lifeless body fall to the floor. A hush came over the crowd as I was finished. Out like a light.

But there was one problem!

"Where's the ref?" Phoebe screamed, a look of horror on her face. The referee still had to count me down to make it official. "Damn it!" she yelled, running out of the bathroom to find him. "I can't go in there!" he exclaimed, Phoebe grabbing him by the shirt. "It's a Ladies' Room!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Phoebe shrieked, in the midst of a nervous breakdown.

She ran back into the bathroom, where I was still out cold. "Damn you, Ally!" she yelled, lifting me up by my hair and the back of more shorts. "I swear you have a lucky horseshoe up your fat ass along with these shorts!" she continued, giving me another massive wedgie as she lifted me up and put me over her shoulder again! Well, it was hard to argue... lots of whistles from the arena for Phoebe carrying me with my huge ass in the upright position! I tried to look at the bright side - I got to rest a little, but it was really humiliating! Especially with my bottoms in such a deep, deep wedgie, and Phoebe always had her hand strategically placed on my ass cheek!

Phoebe carried me out of the Ladies' Room and dropped me on the floor for the pin. "Count it!" she screamed, getting down on top of me and hooking my leg. Again the referee hit the floor twice, and I lifted a shoulder right before his hand came down for the 3rd time! The crowd popped and Phoebe had another nervous breakdown, spanking me as I rolled over on to my belly.

Phoebe pulled me up by the pigtails and put my head between her legs, setting me up for a piledriver on the concrete floor! Again she pulled up on my shorts, which were already BURIED inside my Sporty Booty, of course! She had the shorts pulled high above my panties, so an "I see Ally's panties!" chant started. I mean, my entire ass was showing! Was seeing my panties such a big deal??

So Phoebe tried to lift me up for the piledriver, which would have most likely finished me off, but instead I blocked and back dropped her on to the concrete floor! The crowd popped again, sensing another classic Sporty Ally comeback! Or maybe another classic Sporty Ally wedgie pick, as I paused to 'liberate' my little shorts from my not-so-little butt!

Now I was in control of the match, as I punched Phoebe through the concessions area and back into the arena! An absolutely HUGE "ALLY! ALLY!" chant started as Phoebe went flying through the entrance (from a big haymaker by yours truly) and I followed.  About halfway down the aisle I suplexed Phoebe down on to the unforgiving concrete floor, and gave Kasey, who was seated nearby, a big 'High-Five'!

Phoebe went into full begging mode as I lifted her up by the hair and the back of her jeans, and threw her against one of the steel ring posts. It was hard to give Phoebe an actual wedgie in those jeans, as they were pretty deep in her ass to begin with!

I picked Phoebe up by her hair and jeans again, this time placing her head between my thighs to set up an Ally Bomb! The fans cheered wildly, sensing the end of the match as I flipped Phoebe up and on to my shoulders, and instead of hitting a sit-out power bomb just power bombed her through the wooden announcer's table! It looked pretty freakin' awesome as I drove Phoebe through the table, and the fans loved it!

I went for the pin, and with the crowd counting along got the 1... 2... AND 3, my first title defense a success!

At least that's what I thought! Phoebe's left shoulder happened to be propped up by a piece of wood from the destroyed table, so her shoulders weren't down and he waved off the pin! I was confused and questioning the referee, leaving myself open for an attack from behind from the just-revived Phoebe. She did a running knee into my back, bouncing me off the ring apron and down on the floor.

"Now I'm going to beat you where everyone can see, Ally!" Phoebe screamed, pulling me up by my hair the back of my shorts, and tossing me back inside the ring. She gave me another MASSIVE wedgie (I've lost count at this point!), and also fondled my big, naked bum as she rolled me under the bottom rope.

Next she reached underneath the ring, and pulled out a white rag covered in chloroform! Meanwhile I managed to get to my feet, my shorts resembling a thong, but before I knew what hit me, Phoebe had me from behind with the rag over my nose and mouth! "Say goodnight to your fans and goodbye to your title, Ally!" she yelled, one hand holding the chloroformed rag to my face, her other arm around my waist.

Now the fans were booing loudly, as my eyes closed and my body went limp in Phoebe's arms! The referee raised my arm and it fell immediately! He raised it again with the same result! One more time and we'd have a new TSW Women's Champion!

The referee reached for my arm for what should have been the final time, but Living Dead Girl charged into the ring, hitting Phoebe from behind and knocking everyone down! "It's payback time!" she screamed, grabbing Phoebe by the throat and the back of her jeans, and choke slamming her to the mat!

The fans chanted "THANK YOU, DEAD GIRL!" as she stood over the fallen Phoebe in her high-cut black faux leather leotard, fishnets, and high black boots. Dead Girl's motivation came from the awful beating Phoebe gave her as a tune-up for our title match when I beat her. Of course, that was a real life payback for Jessica helping me when Phoebe, Paris and Spice attacked me backstage, but now we worked it into a storyline as I wanted to 'rebuild' Dead Girl and make her the star she should be!

Dead Girl grabbed me by the back of my shorts (While the shorts were new, they were already very well acquainted with my butt crack!) and hair, and placed me on top of Phoebe. The referee, still dazed by the amazon-level collision Dead Girl caused, crawled over to us and made the slow, deliberate 3 count! "Your winner and still TSW Women's Champion, Sporty Ally!" blared over the sound system, as the referee raised my hand and put the title belt over my shoulder.

One side of the arena chanted "Sporty!" while the other side followed with "Ally!" as I celebrated my victory. I did take a couple of moments to pull the shorts out of my ass, but that wardrobe adjustment would be short-lived!

As I went to thank Dead Girl for the assist, she grabbed me around the throat and by the waistband of my shorts! In a single motion she lifted me high off the ground, gave me a super-duper-humongous WEDGIE, and then slammed me down to the mat! While I'm sure they appreciated the giant wedgie Dead Girl gave me, the fans booed as she picked up my title belt and held it high over her head. It was her declaration that she wanted the title! I was lying flat on my back, but rolled over on to my belly when I realized that not only was my big tushy exposed, but my vagina was showing!! That's what happens when an amazon gives you a wedgie!   

The show ended there, with the tease that my next title defense would be a 3-way against Phoebe Flare and Living Dead Girl! How cool does that sound?

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The twins made some new friends in the neighborhood, and went to their house after school. I had yet to meet the parents, although I had spoken to the mother several times on the phone. I went over there after a workout at the gym to pick Julia and Jason up, my hair pulled back into a ponytail, a royal blue sweatshirt, and black spandex pants.

"Hi, Mrs. Roberts, great to meet you," I said, shaking the petite blonde mother's hand. "I hope the kids were good?"
"Oh, they were wonderful," she smiled. "It's good to meet you too, Allison! And call me 'Diane'."
"Okay, and just call me 'Ally'," I said, looking around the house. "You have a beautiful home!"
"Why, thank you, dear," she smiled. "The kids are all playing downstairs. I'll go get the twins for you..."

As I stood there waiting for Diane to get Jules and Jay, a voice from behind said, "Wow, I'd recognize that big fat ass anywhere..."

"Oh fuck me," I thought, as I turned around and there he was - RICHARD!

"Hey, baby," he said, circling around me to look at my ass no doubt! "I'm not such a bad guy, right? The check cleared..."
"It did, and thank you," I said, trying to diffuse any hostilities even though I still wanted to punch him!
"Very nice," he smiled, lifting up the back of my sweatshirt as he walked around me again, my spandex pants leaving very little to the imagination.
"Hey," I said, turning around and trying to stretch the sweatshirt down over my butt, the black spandex like a 'second skin' wedged deep between my big cheeks. "So you're Diane's husband?"
"You're not as dumb as you look," he cracked, "although doing what you do in your own neighborhood?"
"Well, we met at a hotel per your request," I countered. "And I'm sure your wife wouldn't be happy if she knew you hired me..."
"Not really... I'll just say that my wife and I have an 'understanding', jiggle buns," he smiled. "But if she knew what you did for a living? And the other mothers in this community? You fly under the radar because affluent, middle-aged women can't stand professional wrestling, but your private sessions? Imagine if they knew? You servicing all of the horny guys in this town?"
"I don't do anything like that," I responded, absolutely exasperated, but trying to keep my voice down as Diane and the kids could be back at any moment.
"I could see your thong right through that spandex," he smiled.
"You have children," I said, pulling the back of my sweatshirt down again as it was already riding up.
"I won't say anything," he said, circling me again.
"Thank you," I answered hesitantly, Richard standing behind me again.
"Just as long as you're... cooperative," he added, lifting my sweatshirt up and rubbing my skintight spandex-covered ass cheeks.
"Stop it, your wife and kids are right downstairs," I said, trying to turn around as he had me by the waistband of my pants.
"What did I say about cooperating, thunder thighs?" he laughed, cranking the spandex up my ass and halfway up my back!
"Stop it," I said, my voice as low as it could go, trying not to cause a scene.
"Okay, fat-ass," he giggled, pulling the stretchy spandex back (instead of up) and grabbing my freakin' thong!
"Richard," I said sternly, my black thong now halfway up my back! "I hear footsteps... they're coming upstairs..."

Richard quickly let go of my thong, tucking it back into my pants, which was almost as humiliating as the freakin' wedgies he gave me!

"Remember - just cooperate and everything will be cool, baby," he whispered into my ear, Diane and the kids arrived seconds later.

"Oh, you two have met," smiled Diane, Jules and Jay running to me. "Very good!"

God... that man being in the same room as my kids! I wanted to puke! But I also didn't want to deny them their friends. They really liked Diane's children. And why should they lose friends because of my fuck-up? Great, I already felt guilty about my session with Richard because of Zach, and now this...

And he kept saying 'just cooperate.' I didn't know what that meant exactly, but I had a pretty good idea.

The End