A Wrestler’s Tale – Season 2 / Episode 2

By Dark J

I was up all night thinking about that creep Richard. I had so many good things in my life – my beautiful children, my wonderful fiancé and our upcoming wedding, and my wrestling career, which had finally taken off again, but now I had this ‘cloud’ hanging over everything! And it was all my fault. “If something sounds too good to be true…” I got greedy, but my heart was in the right place. I did it for Julia and Jason. I’d do anything for them! Anything. But what had I gotten myself into?

I finally fell asleep around 5 in the morning, but, of course, I had to be up by 7:00 to get the kids ready for school. Like Phoebe hitting me with that pizza pan, I heard the twins yelling, “Wake up, Mommy!” And before I could even lift my head they, my high-cut pink satin panties were wedged WAY up my ass, as they gave me their regularly scheduled ‘wake-up wedgie.’ “You guys are going to ruin these panties!” I screamed, as they not only wedgied me as I was lying down, but began actually pulling me up from the bed by the panties! I already had to throw out a couple of pairs that they either tore or just so stretched so they wouldn’t stay up anymore. I felt like I was back in the TSW Arena, as the twins chanted “WEDGIE!” and made my big butt jiggle, which also made them laugh hysterically, of course!

“Okay, don’t you guys want breakfast?” I asked, hoping to get them off my poor panties! They did eventually let my undies go, and I proceeded to the kitchen to make them their eggs and toast.  And let’s not forget the other tradition, which was leaving the wedgie they gave me intact until I got dressed, so I left the shiny panties inside my huge tushy the entire time! Do you think an “Ally Cooks in her Panties” cooking show would get good ratings? I thought so! I put my arms around Jules and Jay as they sat the table and hugged them. “Did I tell you how much I love you guys?” I smiled, kissing them both. “Yes, like a million times!” Jason answered. “Well, that’s a million and one!” I giggled, kissing my babies again. I’ll never ever hate Dan (their dad) because he helped give me the most wonderful part of my life!

I took the kids to school (I did get dressed first!) and was about to go for a run when I checked my email. “Oh fuck,” I thought, as I got an email from Richard! Grrrrr! “11:00 today at the hotel?” he wrote, “No, busy,” I responded, hoping he would get the hint. “Then tomorrow, same time, same place,” he wrote, sans question mark. “No,” I wrote back, ready to log out when he quickly shot another email back. “Remember, ‘cooperation’, fat-ass, or I’ll talk,” he said, “Wouldn’t it be a shame if the other mothers wouldn’t let their kids play with your little brats?” “First of all,” I wrote back, gritting my teeth, “if you EVER call my children ‘little brats’ again, I’ll break your fucking neck! And trust me, I can do it. One. Quick. Turn. Of. Your. Head.” “I get a raging boner when you talk tough, thunder thighs,” he wrote. “You’re DISGUSTING!” I responded. “Okay, we’ll do it today. Might as well get it over with!” “Good,” he said, with a smiley next to the text. “And wear that shiny silver leotard,” he continued. “It’s by far your sluttiest outfit, and that’s really saying something, Jell-O Butt! Your nipples show right through it! You can see the full outline of your JUICY PUSSY even before it starts riding up. And of course it rides right up your big fat ass, but what doesn’t shoot up that HUGE BOOTY? Hey, maybe you could run over to the hotel instead of driving, and firm up that BLUBBER BUTT?”

At that point I just closed out of my email, as I didn’t need to read another word from that lowlife! I mean, I felt terrible about doing this to begin with, and he just made me feel horrible! The private sessions could be a lot fun with the right client, who more often than not hired me. Of course there was a certain element of humiliation, but I didn’t mind that with a person who was sweet and just hired me to have a good time. I’m marrying a guy just like that for crying out loud! But RICHARD (I even hate saying his fucking name!) just made it a miserable experience, and now with the whole his kids and my kids thing? Sometimes I really do hate myself! The situations I get myself in…

I went to the hotel incognito, my hair pulled back in a ponytail, a baseball cap, sunglasses, and since I had some errands to run after, a t-shirt, black faux-leather jacket, and jeans. I did wear the silver leotard he requested underneath, which was even tighter than I remembered! I bought it back during my first stint with TSW – a teenaged, not-quite-so-full-bodied Sporty Ally. Ha-ha! While the leotard was high-cut, it was still full in back and designed to cover the bum, but it didn’t stand a chance against my big ass! As soon as I pulled my jeans on it was riding up something awful! I had to be a wedgie lover’s (I’m quickly finding out that there’s more and more of them!) dream, as not only was the leotard dividing my huge buns, but the seam on the back of the jeans was BURIED inside my ass crack! And the jeans were a little faded in back, so the denim looked like it was painted onto my sizable cheeks!

I arrived at the hotel, and Richard was there waiting in a white t-shirt and boxers. YUCK!

“Baby, those jeans are so goddamned tight,” he smiled, staring down at my hips and crotch. “I’m tempted to let you leave those on. Let me see your moneymaker?”

“My what?” I asked, taking off my cap and glasses.

“Your fat ass, dummy!” he said, shaking his head. “You’re pretty, but I’ve seen much better, and your tits are just average… it’s that big ol’ butt that makes you money, so turn around and let’s get a look!”   

“Fine,” I said reluctantly, thinking that investing in some looser fitting pants might be a good idea.

“You took your kids to school in those pants?” he laughed, the seam of my jeans only visible on my lower back, the denim strip disappearing between my bum cheeks.

“DO. NOT. MENTION. MY. KIDS!” I yelled, turning around, pushing him down on to the bed, and pressing my knee against his chest.

“I know you… wan… want… to get me in bed… thunder thighs,” he said, trying to smile through the pained look on his face. “All… all… you had to… do… was ask…”

“And hell will freeze over,” I answered, removing my knee from his chest.

“All right,” he said, getting up from the bed. “Let’s get on with this, fat-ass. Get undressed! It’ll take at least an hour for you to get those pants off!”

“Ugh,” I thought, as the pants were difficult to remove indeed, as they were not only riding up my ass crack, but just squeezing my big buns.

“Having a little trouble there?” Richard laughed, slapping my bare butt cheek as I finally got the pants down below my ass.

“Shut up!” I shot back, letting him get to me again. Fuck!

“I really do love that leotard,” he said, the shiny silver spandex wedged high up my ass like a thong, just the natural ride-up from my activities before arriving at the hotel. “You must have loved it, too… 20 pounds ago, blubber-butt!”

“Let’s do this,” I said, tossing my jeans to the side and picking my wedgie, front and back.

Richard was eager to begin, my leotard ROCKETING up my ass crack and vagina in mere seconds after I just picked both sides out! “HEY!” I screamed, shoving him away as he had one hand on the front of my leotard, the other hand gripping the back. “My crotch is OFF LIMITS, understand? No looking at it, NO frontal wedgies!” I continued, quickly pulling the front of the leotard out of the tight confines of my vagina. “Well, I already looked at your pussy, sweet cheeks, and that’s a pretty shave job down there,” he laughed, smacking so hard on the ass I jumped! “Can I pick your fat ass up and put you over my shoulder?” he asked. “I love when that little Phoebe carries you around the ring like that! That she can even lift you up is a miracle in and of itself, and then the screen just fills up with your huge, jiggling booty. That cameraman gets in real close, and you can practically see what you ate for dinner that night! Thank god for widescreen or they wouldn’t be able to fit your big ol’ butt on the screen!”

Richard pressed his shoulder into my midsection, and with one hand on my lower thigh and the other right on my ass, picked me up and put me over his shoulder. I had picked the wedgie he gave me beforehand, but between his hand gripping my butt cheek, Richard bending me over, and just the natural inclination for the leotard to constantly ride up on me, I had another really big wedgie as I rested over his shoulder. Of course, not quite enough for Richard, as he grabbed a handful of leotard and pulled up hard, ensuring that the shiny spandex was super-tight inside my big behind.   

“Without a doubt your best side,” Richard cracked, standing in front of a mirror so he could admire my huge “bend-over” ass over his shoulder.

“You have to understand, DICK, that the biggest part of the wrestlers’ job is getting the crowd into their match,” I said, feeling more than a little ridiculous giving this jerk a wrestling lesson, lying upside down with big tushy high in the air! “Phoebe carrying me around like that makes them want to see my big comeback more. They get further invested in the match, and they really get behind me…”

“Oh, NO DOUBT that they want to get behind you, blubber-buns,” he interjected, totally copping a feel on my ass, of course! “But that happens as soon as you bend over through the ropes to enter the ring with that mega-wedgie and your fat ass practically naked. It’s like the start of an anal gangbang movie!”

“You’re disgusting!!” I yelled, my defiance earning me another big spanking and wedgie on my big, upright bum.

“I notice how Phoebe loves carrying you like this and her hand always ends up on your fat behind,” he laughed, lightly massaging the spot on my ass that he just spanked. “Maybe she’s turned on by you, but far more likely is that she just enjoys punishing and humiliating such a sorry excuse for a wrestler AND woman. I mean, Phoebe is so much hotter than you… that tight, perfectly-shaped body unlike you with those big hips, thick thighs, and of course this HUGE ass. She can’t possibly find you attractive, never mind getting turned on while wrestling you…”

“You’re not going to get to me,” I said, my voice cracking because… he was getting to me.

“Oh, of course not,” he laughed, cupping both of my butt cheeks and opening them up wide…

“I… I said anything we do should be wrestling-related,” I said, desperate to assert any kind of control over this increasingly terrible situation.

“Okay,” he laughed, releasing my ass cheeks so they were pressed together again, the leotard deeper inside my huge tushy if that was even possible! “I want you to kick your legs like your trying to escape, and beg me to let you go.”

“Please, let me go,” I whimpered, kicking my legs as he requested. “Please…”

“Look at those FAT ass cheeks jiggle!” he exclaimed, the frantic leg movement predictably causing my big buns to shake.

“Please… please let me go,” I continued, pondering how good it would be to finally pick this wedgie! I mean, I’m a girl who’s quite used to having a wedgie, so now who know how uncomfortable I was getting with that leotard so far up my ass.

“Yum, I can see that juicy pussy right through your leotard,” he said, spanking my butt again as I continued kicking my legs. “Now beg some more, fat-ass!”

“Oh god… please let me go,” I begged, Richard copping a feel on my butt.

“Oh, okay,” he laughed, lowering me but crotching me for a body slam!

“WATCH YOUR HAND!” I shrieked his hand inside my ass!

“How can I watch it? I can’t see it!” he laughed, carrying me towards the bed, his fingers deep inside my big buns! “It’s inside your fat ass!”

“You bastard!” I yelled, as he finally, after what seemed like an eternity with his freakin’ hand up my butt, slammed me down on the bed.

“That was fun,” he smiled, smelling the hand he had up my ass. “Hey, you said ‘as long as it happens in wrestling’… I always see the girls’ hands going up your fat behind during your matches. How can you avoid it with an ass SO fucking big and those tiny wedgie-inducing leotards you wear?”

“Just shut up already… shut up,” I whimpered, lying on the bed as I had to pick the leotard out of my big behind right in front of him! So humiliating!

“Awww… are you crying, blubber-butt?” he asked, as huge smile on his fucking creeper face!

“Just get away from me,” I answered, my voice cracking as I was in fact crying. He broke me. It was more than just his insults… Much more. I betrayed Zach, he was using my children against me, and at a time when I finally I felt like I had my life where I wanted it to be, I was losing control again! “I’ll give you your money back… just leave me alone?”

“No way, fat-ass,” he laughed, putting his hand on my ass in the most patronizing manner. “That money means nothing to me. Plenty more where that came from. Why else would I give it to such a worthless pig like you?”

“You asshole!” I screamed, his hand slowly guiding the leotard back up my ass crack.  

“And I should mention that all of your work for me from now on is FREE,” he giggled, his hand still gripping the back of my leotard as he gave me another wedgie. “Pro-bono, or should I say, pro-boner?”

“I hate you… I hate you,” I cried, my head buried in a pillow as I lied there with the leotard wedged way up my huge tushy!

“Well, you’re in luck then, thunder-buns,” he laughed, giving me another quick spanking on the bum. “I have a meeting I have to get to… I should probably wash my hand, BUT I think I’ll just walk around with a little Sporty Ally butt stench for the rest of the day. I’ll be in contact!”

Richard gave me a really hard spanking on the ass this time, and left. I went home, took a LONG shower, and got dressed before I had to pick the twins up from school.   

A few days went by, and thankfully I didn’t hear from Richard. I tried not to think about him, but it was impossible not to, as I looked at my beautiful children and spent time with Zach. I thought about just telling Zach, and he would help me with this predicament (to put it mildly), but I just couldn’t. I remembered how upset he got about catching me and Sarah in the car, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him about Richard. Or maybe the guts? I was feeling really bad about myself.

Thankfully the one thing I could use as an escape was my wrestling, and we had another show coming up. Our big Halloween show!

The show started with a big angle to set up the 3-way match with me versus Phoebe versus Living Dead Girl. That match would actually take place on the following show so we had some time to promote it properly, and the angle was also designed to set up my match for the Halloween show.   

The angle began with the three of us in the ring, Phoebe in a black business suit and sunglasses (she did a female Ric Flair gimmick sometimes), Dead Girl in her wrestling gear, a black, high-cut faux-leather leotard and fishnets, and I was wearing an orange high-cut leotard with black stripes down the sides. The General Manager, who was just an actor we hired, announced that after the events of the last show, I would defend my title next against Phoebe Flare and Living Dead Girl to a huge ovation. Phoebe and Dead Girl signed the contract first, with Phoebe trying to cheap-shot Dead Girl right afterwards.  Dead Girl blocked the punch, and put her right hand around Phoebe’s neck to set up her choke slam! I signed the contract, and tried to go after Dead Girl, but she elbowed me down to the mat. Meanwhile, my distraction allowed Phoebe to knee Dead Girl in the belly, the former champ grabbing the amazon by her long black hair (with blue streaks) and leotard and throwing her out of the ring. Even during the angles we gave the fans their wedgies, as Phoebe gave Dead Girl a HUGE wedgie when she tossed her from the ring, and for the fans of the ‘natural wedgie’, you could always count on my leotard riding up my ass, which it was, of course!

The angle continued with Phoebe beating on Dead Girl ringside. Once again I was proud of Jessica, leaving her leotard wedged up her butt (which always looked a little painful with the leather and fishnets!) as Phoebe went ‘psycho’ and beat her up. At least it wasn’t just me, as the cameraman was getting some good close-ups of Dead Girl’s big, wedgied butt!

I was about to leave the ring and join the ringside brawl, but a mysterious character charged into the ring and attacked me! She was dressed in black leather from head to toe, with little cat ears on top of her cowl. The Cat-Woman! She knocked me down, and then proceeded to put the boots to me. I was in full-selling mode, screaming and squirming on the mat, totally defenseless as she continued to punish me.

The fans were already booing The Cat-Woman, as she raised her hands up and showed her long nails (that were actually built into the costume). As I was still lying down on my stomach, she sat on my back and ran the nails up the back of my thighs, my ass, and my lower back! I really sold this as it was a huge part of her gimmick, screaming and crying as the nails scratched my skin. Not surprisingly, she also gave me a MASSIVE wedgie as the nails dragged the back of my leotard high up my punished tushy cheeks! She repeated this several times, the cameraman focused right on my big, jiggly butt to show the scratches. At this point the crowd went from booing to stunned silence, as I was being tortured with my shrieks echoing around the arena.

As Phoebe and Dead Girl battled up into the crowd, the GM yelled to the back for security to come down to the ring and save me. A bunch of guys in TSW jerseys came running down, some pulling Cat-Woman off of me while the others helped me up. They dragged my newest, black leather-clad foe out of the ring, with a couple of them standing with me. I’m not sure that was in the script, but it gave one of the guys a chance to cop a feel on my big booty while the other guy held me by the back of my leotard, giving me a continuous wedgie! Men! I quickly slapped his hand away, but left the orange spandex wedged up my ass to show the aftereffects of Cat-Woman’s attack on me. And the cameraman was right behind me, getting a super-close-up of my big tushy, as much to please the perverts as show the punishment I incurred, I’m sure!

I grabbed a microphone with The Cat-Woman still being held by security outside the ring. “I don’t know who you are, but if you came to my house looking for a fight you’ll get one!” I said in a badass tone, the crowd eating up every word! “I’m The Cat-Woman!” she yelled back, one of the security guys holding a microphone up to her mouth. “I’m here to… make my mark. I’ve already made several marks on your big, fat behind, Sporty Ally!”

Can I interrupt this promo for a quick question? I can? Thanks! Why does every person I wrestle have to point out how big my ass is? Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled program!

“But I want more,” Cat-Woman continued. “I want to hear you scream some more. I want to make you suffer some more. And I want to hear you give up to my finisher – the much-feared ‘Gluteal Claw’!”

“Really, Cat-Woman?” I said, with the same badass tone as before. “You’ll have a hard time applying your ‘Gluteal Claw’ after I Ally Bomb you through the ring! Cat-Woman, huh? In the spirit of Halloween, I have a good idea for a costume I can wear to kick your shiny black ass! I bet you WONDER what it is?”

To be continued

Cat-Woman came down the ring first, her attack on me getting a ton of a Heel heat! I was happy to see that since she was a newcomer to TSW, and that, as always, the fans had my back! The ring announcer paused for a moment, as the fans expected my music to play over the sound system momentarily. “I regret to inform you all that Sporty Ally will NOT be facing The Cat-Woman this evening,” he announced to a chorus of boos. “But in her place, facing The Cat-Woman is a true super-heroine! WONDER ALLY!”

The crowd went crazy as I came out to the theme song from the old Lynda Carter Wonder Woman TV show! I was wearing the classic Wonder Woman costume – a gold tiara on my forehead, the top half of the costume was red with a golden eagle, a gold belt, and blue star-spangled bottoms. Don’t worry; the bottoms were my usual style, cut very high on the hips with my ass hanging out quite a bit! And hanging out more and more as I walked to the ring, with the shiny spandex riding up my big butt! Sarah bought it for me, so it was a given that I’d be showing a lot of ass! There was still enough material back there to give me a good wedgie. Not that that would ever happen during one of my matches! *wink* I was also wearing these shiny red boots, the silver bracelets, and YES, my own Magic Lasso! I was so excited! I was a big Wonder Woman fan as a girl, and the fans loved the costume. Of course, the biggest test was Kasey, who was sitting ringside as always, and she loved it! I gave her a big ol’ Wonder-hug and a kiss!

The ring announcer specified that this was a non-title match, and the bell to begin the action rang!

The Cat-Woman tried to claw me immediately, but I grabbed her arm and threw her down!  She quickly stood up and charged me, but I sidestepped her, wrapped my feet around her ankles, and dropped her to the mat again. With her lying flat on her stomach, I slammed her head to the mat repeatedly, the crowd chanting “One more!” after each one. I finally stood up with my arms in the air, the fans chanting “Wonder Ally!”

I quickly picked my star-spangled wedgie (10 seconds into the match and the bottoms were way, WAY up my ass!), and lifted The Cat-Woman up by her little cat-ears, but she caught me in the face with her dreaded claw! I screamed and went down immediately, holding my face.

I was now lying on my belly as Cat-Woman held me down by my head and ass, driving her knee into my back several times. Her knees weren’t killing me (she wasn’t sloppy like that), but the way she was just squeezing my ass with those nails was freakin’ annoying! And even without giving me an actual wedgie, she was causing the high-cut spandex to ride up my ass crack again! She let go of my ass thankfully, and with both hands smashed my face into the mat several times. I had another decent-sized wedgie going, and my big butt cheeks were really jiggling as she bounced my head off the ring surface.

Cat-Woman finally yanked me by the hair, and then proceeded to parade me around the ring by the hair. “How is your Wonder Ally now?!” she yelled at the crowd, displaying me for my adoring fans, my star-spangled bottoms riding up some more as my bouncing cheeks moved back and forth. “Well, you can have her!” she announced, grabbing the back of my costume and pulling it up so it was at least halfway up my back, and tossing me over the top rope and to the floor.

A “Wonder Ally!” chant started as I crawled on all fours ringside, trying to get my bearings. Of course, the cameraman was right behind me getting a great shot of my Wonder-wedgied ass. There was one guy in the crowd riding me worse than my star-spangled panties! “Since when did Wonder Woman have such a fat ass?!” he yelled at the top of his lungs, a few of the people around him laughing. “Pick that wedgie, Wonder Cow!” he continued, eliciting more laughter from the assholes around him.

Fortunately the fans, who were sitting ringside and right in front of me, cheered me on as I slowly rose to my feet. But they still couldn’t drown out that one guy who again yelled, “Pick that wedgie, Wonder Cow!”,  as I was finally back on my feet, the shiny spandex bottoms still bunched up high between my totally exposed buns! As I’ve said many times before, I always leave my wedgies in while I’m selling.

The Cat-Woman, still inside the ring, bounced off the ropes opposite the side I was standing, doing a baseball slide through the bottom rope and kicking me with both feet into the ringside rail. I sold it huge, bouncing off the steel railing and falling back to the floor. Cat-Woman pulled me up by the hair, displaying me for the fans again. “Kiss your Wonder Ally goodbye!” she yelled, holding my chin and kissing me on the lips! That was definitely NOT on the freakin’ script! It was just supposed to be my cheek.

Cat-Woman turned me around and gave me another MASSIVE wedgie as she tossed me back into the ring! And if the kiss wasn’t bad enough, she totally fondled my big, almost-naked ass before rolling me towards the center of the ring. It was very noticeable, with a lot of fans on that side of the arena whistling as her hand vigorously rubbed, and yes, even explored my buttocks!

Back inside the ring, Cat-Woman pulled me up by the hair and whipped me into the corner. Next, she came charging in at me as I was slumped in the corner, but I lifted myself up with the top rope and surprised her with two boots to the face! This knocked her back, and a charging clothesline dropped her. The crowd popped huge for my comeback, and I took a moment to pick my Wonder-wedgie! I mean, Wonder Woman can’t walk around with a wedgie! She’s Wonder Woman!

I sat on top of Cat-Woman, and began pounding her with my fists. “Crime does not pay!” I yelled, peppering her with some patented Sporty Ally strikes. Okay, that was a cheesy line, but I was a comic heroine and she was a villain! Cat-Woman didn’t defend herself but she did grab my ass again! I guess it had been too long, so she started squeezing my big butt cheeks as I sat on top of her! What was up with her? At one point she really pulled my buns apart, so of course my Wonder-panties got caught in my crack again when she let go!

I pulled Cat-Woman up by her “ears” again, kneeing her in the midsection followed by a stiff uppercut that sent her over the top rope and to the floor. Even though I now had the advantage, I did not pick my latest wedgie as I didn’t want to ruin the flow of the match. So with my star-spangled bottoms wedged deep inside my big tushy again, I dove headfirst through the top and second ropes and hit Cat-Woman with a flying forearm! The fans loved this, as it was a pretty spectacular maneuver, and to The Cat-Woman’s credit she made it look even better, flipping over the railing and into the crowd! A big “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” chant started followed by more “Wonder Ally!”

As Cat-Woman went to climb over the railing and back into the ringside area, I grabbed her by the ears to pull her over, but she surprised me with a head butt to the chin. This knocked me silly and allowed her to bend me over the railing and spank me! While my costume was already wedged up my ass, she still gave the spandex and hard tug upward as she began spanking me. I screamed and kicked my legs as I remained bent over the railing, The Cat-Woman disciplining my big, upright tushy! This was one of those times when the fans didn’t so much turn on me, but they cheered wildly as they LOVED seeing me spanked like this! Especially the view, where all they could really see was my super-huge behind getting smacked!

After my ultra-humiliating spanking, Cat-Woman pulled me back up by the hair, and in the ultimate in overkill, gave me another GIANT wedgie as she tossed me back inside the ring. I did take it upon myself to roll back to the center of the ring so I didn’t get my ass molested again! She pulled me up by my hair again, with that same guy shouting “Pick that wedgie, Wonder Cow!” He was in a definite minority, as bunch of guys yelled “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” this time! That made me feel good! You have to appreciate the small victories!

Anyway, The Cat-Woman whipped me and my humungous Wonder-wedgie into the corner, charging in with a knee that got me in the midsection. A big “Come on, Wonder Ally!” chant started, as she worked me over in the corner with punches and kicks. I tried to make a comeback, grabbing her around the neck, but she kneed me in the belly again. She backed up, ready to knock me out with a kick to the chin, but I caught her foot before it hit me and dropped her on her stomach. I held on to the foot and began twisting her ankle, the crowd exploding as I had the ankle lock submission locked on! “Give up, Cat-Woman!” I screamed, as I torqued the ankle, the woman in black leather doing her own screaming of the pain-induced kind. But Cat-Woman refused to submit, dragging me to the ropes and grabbing the bottom rope to break the hold.

I broke the hold and backed away, picking my wedgies (I had major ride-up in the crotch, too!) as the crowd chanted “Wonder Ally! Wonder Ally!” Meanwhile, the referee was checking if Cat-Woman could continue the match as she was still down. She grabbed him by the shirt to help herself up, as I came over to see what was happening. This was just a dirty trick as she held him in place with his back to me, and swung her arm around his back so he couldn’t see her throwing powder in my eyes!

I was blinded and the fans yelled that she threw powder in my eyes, but the referee never saw it so the match continued. Cat-Woman hit me with a couple of punches as I swung at her wildly, missing, of course. And as I took another wild swing that spun my body around, she grabbed the back of my Wonder Woman costume and gave me another huge wedgie! “NOOOOOOOO!!” I screamed, as she yanked the star-spangled bottoms up my ass, bouncing me up and down on the mat. The fans were definitely mixed on this sudden turn of events, some chanting “WEDGIE!” while others booed due to The Cat-Woman’s dirty tactics.

Based on Cat-Woman’s earlier ‘interest’ in my ass, I got the feeling that she was really enjoying giving me this wedgie, spanking me on my big tushy as she continued bouncing me by my Wonder-panties! Actually, while I was usually self-conscious about how much my butt jiggled, all of my attention was on my breasts, fearing they may pop out of my top (it was strapless like Wonder Woman’s). Luckily they stayed in, although some of the fans and you guys would probably disagree! Cat-Woman confirmed her enjoyment in giving me the wedgie, whispering, “You’re so much fun” in my ear, as she gave me one last spanking before letting my costume go.

She followed the lengthy wedgie with a big knee to my ass (more embarrassing jiggling, no doubt!) that sent me bounding into the ropes, followed by a kick to the back of the head that knocked me out.

With the crowd booing profusely, Cat-Woman pounced on me for the pin, hooking only one of my legs, but pulling it up really high so there was still a great view of my exposed ass, and crotch too, as I had some major league camel toe going! But just as the ref’s hand was about to hit the mat for the 3rd time she pulled me up by the hair. “No… no… this is too much fun!” she yelled, rolling me over on my belly, and copping another feel on my ass in the process! “What I really want to do is tie up Wonder Ally, and she brought her on rope, that kinky girl!”

Cat-Woman removed the “Magic Lasso” from my belt, and proceeded to tie it around my arms and waist, pinning the arms to my sides. This was a first! With all of the humiliating things that happened to me in the ring, I had never been tied up before! And she had me tied up tight. I’m not sure I could have escaped even if I wanted to. “How is your hero now?!” asked Cat-Woman, rubbing my big, wedgied butt again. The fans booed heavily, followed by a “Let’s go, Wonder Ally!” chant, hoping their support would aid me in escaping my bondage. But no such thing would happen, as I was the classic ‘damsel in distress’ right out of a movie.

Cat-Woman gave me another wedgie and spanking before standing up to jaw with the crowd. “Wonder Ally is helpless!” she yelled, stepping over my bound body. “Did you hear me?” she continued, her back now turned to me. “Wonder Ally is finished! I kicked her big, fat butt as I promised, and no one can save her now!”

That was the cue for someone to come down to the ring and save me! Who, you ask? Well, Wonder Girl, of course, or in this case *drumroll* Wonder ZOEY! This was the role we had in mind for my favorite punk rock gal, and she was more than happy to do it! Her costume had a red tank top, gold belt, and high-cut, blue star-spangled bottoms like mine. It was a pretty adventurous look for Zoey – I had never seen her show so much skin, and in front of thousands of people, no less! I’m not sure she was ready for the wedgie, as her bottoms were really riding up her butt as she ran down to the ring! Zoey is a petite woman – she certainly doesn’t have a big, amazon ass like mine, but her butt, as I found out in her Wonder Girl costume, is quite perky and plump for its size! Those Wonder-panties never had a chance!

The fans popped HUGE for Wonder-Zoey, Cat-Woman completely oblivious to what was transpiring behind her. “Fuck, you look HOT all tied up in this little costume,” Zoey whispered in my ear, as she began untying me. “This is fun, but this costume is killing me,” she continued, giving my Wonder-panties a little tug upward. “Keeps going up my ass. I don’t know how you do it, Ally? Not that your wedgies don’t look amazing… But, ouch…”

Poor Zoey! Actually ‘wedgies’ and ‘ouch’ would take on an entirely new meaning for our neon-pink-haired punk rock girl in a few moments, but first, The Cat-Woman took notice of my rescuer. “Wonder Ally has a little friend!” she announced, pulling Wonder Zoey up by the hair to a chorus of boos. “A very cute friend, I might add,” she smiled, patting Zoey on the ass with her free hand, her Wonder-panties bunched high between her cheeks. “But NOT cute enough that I don’t wanna kick your ass for getting in my way!”

Just as Cat-Woman raised her hand and was about to strike Wonder Zoey, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. “Going up!” I yelled, the crowd popping HUGE as I lifted Cat-Woman up in the air, throwing her over my head and on to her back, executing a perfect German Suplex! “Again!” I continued, grabbing Cat-Woman around the waist again and preforming another German. “Another!” the crowd cheered, as I picked the leather-clad cat off the mat and gave her a third German Suplex.

I pulled Cat-Woman up off the mat, getting ready to finish her off with an Ally Bomb, but Wonder Zoey tapped me on the shoulder. “Let me?! Let Me?!” she screamed, the crowd cheering for her to ‘get some’ of the evil cat! I smiled and held Cat-Woman so Zoey could punch her, but the quick cat ducked and Zoey hit me!

Zoey’s punch staggered me, and left us both open for a ‘Stereo Wedgie.’ (The move Sarah and I made famous!) The Cat-Woman slinked behind us, and with two handfuls of Wonder-panties gave us both massive wedgies! Of course we totally hammed it up, screaming, waving our arms, and jogging in place, as the cat continued yanking the star-spangled spandex up our big, bouncing tushies! Yes, this was another one of those moments when the fans cheered my peril, a huge “WEDGIE! WEDGIE!” chant breaking out as our costumes punished our ass cracks! The ‘Stereo Wedgie’ only became more of a fan-favorite, as Cat-Woman spun us around so everyone could get a look at our jiggling booties!

Cat-Woman finally let go of us (much to the fans’ chagrin!) , Zoey just rolling out of the ring as I stayed inside, crawling on all fours. I also tried to crawl out of the ring, hoping to get a bit of a respite, but Cat-Woman caught me from behind before I could escape. She actually had me by the hips, and I swear she leaned in and smelled my ass! My cheeks were spread open as I was crawling, my costume was still wedged deep inside my crack, and she took a whiff! I know, felt her nose inside my butt and of course the fans cheered. Someone started a “Smelly Ally!” chant that thankfully no one else picked up on, and he stopped.

Cat-Woman dragged me back to the center of the ring, and then climbed up to the top rope to finish me off. She raised her arms in the air and jumped, but at the last second I rolled out of the way and she missed! “Let’s go, Ally!” the fans chanted as we were both down on the mat. I used the ropes to slowly stand up, picking my enormous wedgie as the crowd screamed my name. I charged Cat-Woman as she was up on her hands and knees, and kneed her in the head, knocking her back down. Now the crowd was super-HOT, sensing that the end of was near as I stalked the struggling Cat-Woman. I pulled her up by the ears and put her head between my thighs, setting up the Ally Bomb!

Now the fans were going insane, Wonder Zoey on the outside leading the cheers. I reached underneath The Cat-Woman to lift her up, but she blocked the move digging her long nails into my thighs! I let out a big scream, and she raised her arm, nailing me in the crotch. I went down immediately with my hands between my legs, Cat-Woman following me down to the mat, and rolled me over on my belly. Now the crowd was silent as they sensed that I was in trouble, and they were right!

Cat-Woman yanked my Wonder-panties back up my ass again, and then raised her hand to signal her finisher – the Gluteal Claw! The Claw was a pretty common move in wrestling, but it was usually applied to the head or midsection. BUT in The Cat-Woman’s case, surprise, surprise, she slapped it on her opponent’s ass! And, of course, my huge buttocks made me the perfect recipient!

I braced myself, knowing what was coming, and it was 100 times worse than I expected! She slapped her hand down hard on my cheek, digging her nails into my fleshy backside. Yes, it HURT, and even worse, she had her thumb on the outside of my cheek, so her fingers and long nails were inside my crack! Obviously it was all bare flesh, as she gave me the huge wedgie beforehand, and my screaming, which I was doing a lot of, was pretty damn real.

The fans were silent for a few seconds, likely not believing what they were seeing (and I’m sure some thought it was ‘hot.’), but they would quickly rally behind me as they knew I was in a lot of trouble. “NO! NO! GOD, NO!” I screamed, as she sadistically squeezed my big tushy and invaded my bottom cleavage! And if I wasn’t humiliated enough, I looked up at the referee briefly and could clearly see that he had a fucking erection! Really professional, dude!   

I reached out for the ropes, desperately trying to escape, and getting further creeped-out as my butt cheeks clenched around Cat-Woman’s fingers. “GIVE UP, SWEET CHEEKS!!” she yelled, as my escape attempt proved about as futile as my star-spangled bottoms keeping my big behind covered. I began crying, and the tears were absolutely real. I was very emotional, which I’ll get into later.  

The fans started one final “Come on, Ally!” chant, which bummed me out even more as I tapped-out just seconds later! “She’s had enough!” yelled the ref, the bell ringing as he finally pulled Cat-Woman off me. “You won the match! You won the match!” he barked, as he raised her arm in victory. The ring announcer announced that Cat-Woman was the winner, also making it clear that it was a non-title match and I was still champion.

As I was resting over the second rope, Zoey consoling me, Cat-Woman grabbed me by the hair, slammed me down on the mat, and applied the Gluteal Claw again! To say that she was a little enthusiastic to apply the hold on me again would be a massive understatement! This time she gripped my fleshy butt cheek even harder, and with her hand in the same position, her fingers and long nails went deeper inside my butt crack. Like the first time around, my bottoms were wedged high up my ass (I never picked the wedgie she gave me to set up the original Gluteal Claw), so it was all bare skin. Again I screamed and cried as she was merciless in punishing my big tushy, the fans not only booing but throwing debris into the ring.

The post-match angle was supposed to go a little longer, but the referee cut it short for fear that we’d get hurt by something thrown into the ring. The TSW security charged down to the ring and pulled the crazed Cat-Woman off of me, escorting her out of the ring and out of the arena. Zoey crawled into the ring to comfort me, the crowd just sitting there in stunned silence. I think they were legitimately shocked that I lost and the way I lost.

I know you’re probably asking yourself why this happened. Why the Cat-Woman beat me, and in such a humiliating way? After all, it was a new era for me in TSW with Sarah in control, John Jr. stepping back, and now I was the champion. It doesn’t make any sense, right? Well, it was my choice to lose to Cat-Woman. The original plan was for me to win, but I changed it at the last minute. Part of my decision was that Cat-Woman was new to our company, and putting her over in her first match would immediately make her a star. I also thought that as crazy as it sounds (and it took me a while to reconcile it), I do have a lot of fans who just LOVE seeing me lose. They seem to be much more on a presence online than in the arena, but they do buy downloads of my matches, and often write to me with all of these compliments followed by, “I love when you lose.”

But truthfully, those above-mentioned reasons were only on the surface. Deep down, and why I so emotional, I really felt like I should lose. I deserved to be humiliated in front of my fans. I needed to be punished and I punished myself. Why? It was RICHARD. The whole thing really fucked with my head, and while I was angry at him, most of my anger was directed at myself. I got myself into this situation, and for all intents and purposes I was lying to Zach and afraid to tell him the truth. Everything was finally good, and I had to fuck it up again! So I hated myself, and felt like I deserved to lose and be humiliated.

So there I was standing in the center of the ring, crying as Zoey hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I was waiting for the fans to turn on me… I mean, their champion standing in the middle of the ring, balling her eyes out? What a loser, right? The crowd remained silent until this one guy started a “We love Ally!” chant, and before long everyone (it seemed like it, anyway) in the arena joined in! I was so touched, and they only made me cry more, but it a good way. I grabbed a microphone and said, “I love you guys! I love you so much! I let you down tonight but I promise I’ll be back better than ever! You guys deserve it! You always lift me up, and I thank you for that!”

My impromptu speech only made the “We love Ally!” chant louder, and Zoey raised my hand. Sarah walked out from the back applauding as a bunch of security guys accompanied her. They were carrying big bags of candy, and Sarah invited the fans to come into the ring for Halloween candy and to take pictures with us. It was a little hectic at times, but a lot of fun meeting the fans! They were so nice to us, and we ended up staying for an extra couple of hours until we met everyone and took pictures. It really lifted my spirits. And, of course, we later found a few pervy pics of us on the internet – close-ups of our asses, as we both had pretty bad wedgies, but part of the price of doing business, I guess! I swear, one kid gave me a wedgie on purpose when he put his arm around me, but there was such a good vibe so I didn’t mind. Good times.

After the show I picked up the kids at Emily’s, feeling a lot better about the night than I thought I would. We got home and I put them to bed, and then I checked my email. I had been avoiding it, but I had to read my mail at some point. I prayed there wouldn’t be anything from Richard, but as I scanned my unopened mails there was one with the subject line, “Hey Fat-ass.” I was quickly back in that place again, and even screamed out loud, “Leave me the fuck alone!”

I was mortified as the twins came running out of their bedrooms. Now with all of the bad things I’d done I was swearing in front of them! “Mommy, what’s wrong?” Julia asked, as they both put their arms around me. “Yeah, why are you crying?” Jason followed up, as I held them tight. “It’s nothing,” I answered, smiling through the tears. “As long as you guys love me… there’s never anything wrong.”

The End