A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 5
By Dark J

After a nightmare that saw me almost leave the wrestling business again, a bout with depression, and night as a waitress that I'd just rather forget, I was finally feeling good again! I was in love with Zach, Zoey had become an awesome friend, and I made my return to the ring and won the match! Phoebe Flare, the Tri-State Wrestling Women's Champion, even said that she wanted to work with me. Oh, and my kids hadn't given me a wedgie in a while! Ha! But back to wrestling! The big question was - what did Phoebe have in mind for us? Phoebe Flare, the current champion, versus Sporty Ally, the former champion, for the title in the main event? Sounds GREAT to me!

I got a phone call from the TSW offices and it was Phoebe, herself. While her boyfriend and TSW owner John O'Reilly Jr. was the head booker (writer of storylines / match maker), Phoebe, for obvious reasons, had a lot of creative control when it came to her storylines and matches. Unfortunately, my hopes for a title match were quickly dashed -- Phoebe wanted to do a tag team match with the two of us teaming to wrestle Paris and Spice (yes, her again...grrr). I wasn't going to complain, especially since I had already quit my job at Hooters, but I was disappointed. And I really didn't like Paris or Spice! Oh well...

The plan was to do a big angle to set up the match, then have the actual match on the show following that one. As we talked about what they (John Jr. & Phoebe) booked, I quickly realized that this was all about making Phoebe look good, not me. Without sounding too full of myself, it was very obvious that the fans were behind me -- that I was the most popular woman in the company -- and Phoebe wanted the "rub" from me. "Rub" is the term used to describe when one wrestler uses the popularity of another wrestler to get over with the fans. It was also common for wrestlers who were not as popular as they used to be to associate themselves with the current hottest wrestler. Plain and simple, Phoebe wanted some of my heat (crowd reaction).

The angle was Paris and Spice beating me up, two on one, with Phoebe running out of the locker room to save me and set up the tag team match. I was disappointed, but at least I would be at a disadvantage during my beat-down, and it was progress as I was a glorified jobber (someone who loses matches) just weeks before.

I came down to the ring in a red Adidas leotard with white stripes down the sides, red boots, and black elbow and knee pads. I always thought I looked good in red, so at least I'd look cool while taking my beating! And my pervy fans would still be happy as the leotard was super-high-cut on the sides, and already riding up my crack as I walked down to the ring. While I was already getting a great crowd response, the horny guys really got loud as I bent over through the ring ropes to climb in the ring.

Once in the ring, I picked up a microphone and thanked the fans for all of their support. I told them how it wasn't easy returning to wrestling after eight years away, and they made me so happy that I did. While it was a promo to set up the angle, I really did mean every word of it. The crowd began chanting "Ally" again and I started to tear up -- not planned at all, but I couldn't help myself. Then, out came Paris.   

Paris, the tall, slender blonde with the big mouth, had a microphone of her own. "Oh, how pathetic," she said as she walked down to the ring. "Ally, it's bad enough that you run around with your big behind hanging out of your leotard all of the time, but now you've stooped to kissing these losers' asses? And you might want to pick that wedgie, girlfriend! Not flattering!"

"Why don't you come down here and pick it for me!" I yelled at Paris. "I already kicked your ass once (referring to our recent match when I defeated her)! Why not climb in the ring so I can do it again?"

I stood with my fists up, poised to fight, as one half of the arena chanted "Sporty" followed by the other half chanting "Ally." Paris slid into the ring and we began trading punches. I quickly got the advantage and knocked Paris on her ass! The fans cheered loudly, but Spice, with her red hair, black corset, and matching hot pants, attacked me from behind! I was down and out, and  from there Paris joined in and they both kicked away at me as the crowd booed heavily.

At least Phoebe was coming down to save me, right? Well, not so soon. I hadn't been beaten and humiliated enough yet!

So, I'm down on the mat and they're stomping me. My leotard was really up my ass, and as always, I played my part to perfection screaming and looking helpless. I always prided myself on selling my opponent's offense, even if I didn't particularly respect my opponent, which was definitely the case with these two!

My beatdown continued, and I just knew a wedgie was coming. Sure enough, Spice pulled me up hard by the back of my leotard, continuing the punishment. "Do you always have to do that?" asked Paris, disgust in her voice. "Ally's leotards don't exactly need help riding up her fat ass!"

"She does like to show off!" said Spice, pinching both of my naked cheeks as Paris had me in a front facelock. Always a flattering pose bent over with my leotard crammed up my ass! "Get that leotard high and tight, while I get my paddle," ordered Spice, quickly climbing out of the ring to get a wooden paddle she had hidden underneath.

I'm sure you're probably asking yourself why I would agree to be paddled again? Well, my savior Phoebe would arrive to save the day, of course!

So there I was, looking rather pathetic as Paris had my leotard pulled halfway up my back and Spice was about to "discipline" me. "Your big caboose was made for paddling, love!" laughed Spice, patting my bare cheeks as she readied her paddle.

As Spice reared back to hit me, the crowd's boos suddenly turned into cheers as Phoebe charged the ring in a blouse and casual slacks, as if she just arrived at the arena, and heriocally took the paddle from the badgirl just in the nick of time! From there, Phoebe cleared the ring herself, Spice and Paris quickly making their exit not wanting to tangle with the champion. I just collapsed to the mat, waiting for Phoebe to help the "damsel in distress" up. It would have been nice to join Phoebe in chasing the heels away, but that wasn't in the plans.

Phoebe helped me up, putting my right arm over her shoulder as she lifted me. The fans who saw me as their heroine probably weren't happy, but I'm sure the perverts were as I didn't even attempt to pick my giant wedgie with my one free hand!

Phoebe picked up a microphone, and demanded the match -- Paris and Spice versus Phoebe Flare and Sporty Ally -- for next week's episode of TSW. The crowd went crazy, a reaction Phoebe hadn't received in quite some time.

After Phoebe soaked in some more of the crowd's adulation, it was time for us to leave as the segment was over. She helped me out of the ring, just so I continued to look helpless, then walked me to the back, holding on to me like I was about to collapse. You would have thought I was just run over by a truck! Even worse, she held me by the back of my leotard, ensuring that I maintained my massive wedgie as we headed back to the locker room! I even whispered, "Phoebe, my leotard," and she whispered back, "yes, I know," and pulled even harder! What a bitch! And we were moving at a really slow pace, so I also had to endure several jerks slapping my bare ass!   

We finally made it to the back where John Jr. was waiting to tell us how great the angle was. Yes, Phoebe FINALLY let go of me, but like an idiot I stood there listening to John with my leotard totally up my crack! Of course, I soon realized that I hadn't fixed my leotard when Spice, also listening to John, pinched my ass as her partner in crime, Paris, laughed hysterically. Did I tell you how much I hate those two?

All in all, the show didn't go as I hoped, but I was trying to stay optimistic. Wrestling with Phoebe was still a big step up for me, and assuming we were going to win, I would probably look strong in the match. Realistically, I knew I wasn't going to replace Phoebe as the company's top star. *cough* She was sleeping with the owner *cough* But at least I could still be featured as an important player -- not just someone who was beaten up and humiliated every week. And the fans at the arena were certainly behind me, and I was selling a lot of downloads and DVD's online. Admittedly, not always for the reason I hoped -- the TSW website was loaded with shots of my ass (and a few where I was being given a wedgie)  -- but I try not to think about it too much and the checks are nice!

The next few days were really good. I was able to spend a lot of time with my children, Julia and Jason. One big advantage to wrestling, was that if I could make a good living working exclusively as a wrestler, it would allow me to spend more time with my kids. It was nice picking them up from school in the afternoon, instead of at night at Emily's when I worked at my old job. I could spend the afternoons with Jules and Jay, and help them with their homework. Zach also had a very flexible schedule as a self-employed architect, so he was able to come over a lot and bond with the kids. Thankfully they didn't ask how we met! I even took them to Zoey's store one afternoon and they just loved her! She was so sweet to them, and of course she hooked them up with free CD's. I love that girl!

One of the great things with Zach and Zoey being good friends is that we could all hang out together. I was afraid that it would get a little awkward since Zoey liked me as more-than-a-friend, but Zach knew and he was okay with it. I guess I was a little worried about myself, too -- I love Zach, I really do, but Zoey did intrigue me. In a way that no woman ever had before, and I had been around a lot of beautiful, sexy, scantily clad women in wrestling!

It was "movie night" at Zoey's house. The kids were spending the night at Emily's, and Zach and I were going to Zoey's to hang out and have some fun. And I had something special planned for Zach!

We watched the movie, "Scott Pilgrim vs. The World," it was really good by the way, and ate lots of popcorn and candy. God, I was scared that I wouldn't be able to fit into my wrestling leotards! Especially the leotard I would be wearing on that night! All part of my plan for Zach.

After the movie, I excused myself and ran into Zoey's bedroom. I was in there for about 5 minutes before calling out to her.

"What's going on, Ally?" she asked, meeting me in her bedroom.
"You like?" I smiled, modeling a wrestling leotard I change into. A shiny, silver leotard, cut very high on the hips and very low on top.
"Oh my God, Allison! It's so fucking hot!" exclaimed Zoey, smiling ear-to-ear.
"I'm glad you think so," I laughed. "Remember how excited Zach was when he found out we wrestled each other?"
"Yes, I do!" she smiled.
"Well, I promised him that we'd give him his own private match, Ally versus Zoey, if you're up for it, of course?"
"Are you kidding?! There are so many things that I'd like to do to you in that leotard, Ally! Turn around?"
"You're terrible!" I laughed, turning around and giving Zoey her desired buttshot.
"Nice try!" she giggled, as I tried to pull the stretchy material out of my ass, but it snapped right back in! Like my other leotards, it wasn't a thong, but it was really high-cut and no match for my big butt! What made it even hotter, and why I wanted to wear it for Zach, was that you could basically see everything. The outlines of my nipples were quite visible, and even when it wasn't riding into my crotch, you could see my cameltoe. Of course, my Zoey asked the question I'm sure you all are thinking about!

"Ally, why don't you wrestle in that leotard...like ALL THE TIME?"

"You want the story behind this leotard?" I giggled. "I bought it during my first stint in wrestling. I was around twenty. It was just after I turned babyface (a good guy), as I went from being 'Allison The Athlete' to 'Sporty Ally.' I thought it would be a good idea to wear something a little more 'girly' looking. It really was a dumb idea...the fans started cheering me because I was different than the other women, but I was still very green in the business at the time. So I bought this leotard not realizing how difficult it would be to wrestle in. It kept riding up my ass, but that was the least of my problems! Besides showing off my...ahem...'womanhood,' my breasts kept falling out! Not totally out, thankfully, but plenty of nipple slips!"

"Do tell!" Zoey said with a huge smile.

"I was wrestling this woman named Susan Starr. She was a veteran who was just 'hanging on,' and her job was to make me look good. It was a typical match where I started fast to get the fans into it, then she beat on me for a while before I made my big comeback for the win. Well, the problems really started when she had the advantage. She began giving me a spinning toe hold, where my legs were wide open, and you could see everything! I mean, EVERYTHING! I had like the worst frontal wedgie EVER, and I couldn't fix it with the way she was holding my leg. She finally noticed it, and I could hear her whisper, "oh God," as she quickly rolled me over on to my stomach. From there she kneed me in the back, rather hard, then spanked my bare ass. She was clearly annoyed with me. I was able to fix myself, hopefully without anyone seeing, but when I rolled back over my nipples were showing! I must have pulled down too hard! I didn't notice it, but she sure did! Again she said, "oh God," a lot louder this time, and she pulled up the front of my leotard, giving me a major frontal wedgie! Now she was totally pissed! She rolled me back over on my belly, and kneed me in the back again. She then yelled at the referee, "I can't work like this," pulled me up by the back of the leotard and my hair -- now EVERYTHING was exposed, and she threw me out of the ring! Gosh, I was so humiliated!"

"Anyway, they made me go back to the locker room and change into something else, then we did the match over again (it was being taped for TV). It was pretty funny. I got a standing ovation as I walked to the back trying, rather unsuccessfully, to cover myself up, and I got booed when I came back out in another leotard! They weren't too disappointed, though! My boobs and womanhood stayed covered for match 'take two,' but they still got to see a lot of Sporty Ally-ass and I won!"    

"Is any of the original match on tape?" asked Zoey. "I'd LOVE to see it!"
"Zoey, how can someone be so cute AND so evil at the same time!" I laughed. "Well, you can have your own little fantasy with me in this leotard tonight. And make my Zachy happy!"
"Zachy?!" Zoey smirked. "I'm going to puke!"
"He likes when I call him 'Zachy!" I responded.
"He likes it 'cause it's coming from a super-hot chick, Ally! I'm going to give you an extra-hard wedgie just for that! 'Zachy?!' Ugh!"
"Be careful, little Zoey," I said with a wink. "I'll let you dominate me, but if I do decide to fight back, you're in trouble!"
"If that means sitting on my face again?" she said with a huge smile.
"Evil, I tell you!" I smirked. "Evil!"

Zoey changed into a pair of red shorts and a black Pixies t-shirt, and we were ready to wrestle!

"Zach!" I yelled. "Wanna come in here, honey?"

Zach had a very nice surprise when he walked in the bedroom. I was down on all fours on the bed as Zoey was sitting behind me with her hand on my ass!

"Remember that wrestling match I promised you, Zachy?"

To be continued

Zach had a HUGE...um...smile on his face as he sat down on the couch next to the bed to watch us wrestle. Zoey, being her usual wise-cracking self, was already having fun. "Zach, you might want to close your eyes," she said, "because I'm about to kick your girlfriend's big booty!"

We started our "match" with Zoey on top of me, I was still down on my elbows and knees. Zoey was certainly NOT a technical wrestler, but I don't think Zach minded in the least as she spanked me on the ass so I laid flat. It was a hard slap too! I could feel my cheeks jiggle and a "burn" where Zoey struck me.

My shiny, silver leotard, which I basically described earlier as a "wedgie-waiting-to-happen," was already waaaay up my ass crack. Just going from being on all fours to flat on my belly caused it to ride up further, but that didn't stop Zoey from giving me a wedgie. She grabbed a fistful of leotard on my lower back and just yanked it up my crack! OUCH! I wasn't even acting! It hurt!

She wedgied me hard enough to get me back up on my knees. From there, she stood up on the bed and put my head between her legs, then sat back down maintaining control of my head. "Love the view!" she laughed, as I was on my knees bent over with my butt pointing upward. This was a perfect opportunity to give me another wedgie, and Zoey didn't hesitate!

Again she grabbed the back of my leotard, yanking it up my back and almost over my head!! This time Zoey had incredible leverage, lying back on the bed as she pulled. The leotard was so deep inside me with my ass cheeks wide open as I was bent over.

"This room has a beautiful view of the mountains!" cracked Zoey, referencing my big butt cheeks pointing upward right in front of her!

I decided that I was tired of the wedgie and having my head between Zoey's legs, so I pulled out and got back on all of fours. Next,  Zoey sat on my back, grabbed my hair with one hand and spanked my ass with the other hand. She was riding me like a horse!

As Zoey was riding me, I looked over at Zach and smiled, and he smiled back. I think he was a little afraid to show that he was enjoying this, so my smile gave him the signal that it was okay. And truthfully, I was enjoying it. A lot! In reality, I was the dominant type. I saw myself as a strong woman who loved kicking ass, which made my treatment in TSW all the more painful, but with Zoey, someone I knew that loved me and respected me, this was a lot of fun! It was actually nice being humiliated on my own terms! Haha!

Zoey got off of me, and spanked my ass again so I'd lay flat. I quickly reached back and pulled the leotard out of my crack. It was really getting uncomfortable, and I desperately needed an adjustment. Don't worry, still plenty of ass was on display, and it would only start riding up again! Probably with Zoey's help!

"Get out of my ring!" Zoey screamed, as she rolled me off the bed and to the floor. Zoey was really enjoying her role as the heel (bad guy)!

I got up and instead of getting back in the "ring," jumped into Zach's arms. "Zachy, protect me!" I cried, sitting across his lap with my arms around his head. "Boy, Zach, is that a mechanical pencil in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" I asked.  Zach giggled, although he did look a little embarrassed. So cute!

Anyway, Zoey was tired of waiting, so she came after me. "Watch this, 'ZACHY!'" she laughed (mocking my pet name for Zach! Grrrrrr!), grabbing me by the hair and the back of my leotard! Again, she pulled that shiny silver spandex right up my ass! Gosh, it was soooooooooo embarrassing in TSW when my opponent would grab me by the leotard to throw me back into the ring -- I'd be RIGHT in front of the fans with my naked ass on display, and as I would see later when it aired on television, not the most flattering view as my opponent would bend me over the ring apron as she threw me in. And of course the camera man would have his camera almost as far my ass as my leotard was! But when sweet, little Zoey gave me the usually humiliating wedgie-toss, I absolutely LOVED it! Maybe it was because Zach was watching, but damn did I enjoy being "handled" by my incredibly cute alternative-chick friend.  

Back in the ring...well, bed, Zoey sat on my stomach, lifted my legs in the air with one arm and spanked me again! Damn, did it did hurt. She really packed a wallop for a small woman! As she let my legs down and got off of me, I noticed that I had a bad frontal wedgie! It was a flashback to my "classic" match with Susan Starr -- everything was showing -- except this time I was turned on. I caught Zoey staring at my crotch, and I wanted her to touch me there, but she just grabbed the front of my leotard and pulled it up just below my breasts.

She let my leotard go, and as it snapped back into place, I noticed that my erect nipples were exposed. Damn was I enjoying myself, and I didn't want to fix anything! I left my nipples exposed, the front of my leotard between my "lips," and of course the back up my ass.

Zoey seemed to be at a loss of what to do next, so I decided to go on the offensive, putting her in a front facelock and grabbing the back of the waistband on her little red shorts. YES, history was made! Sporty Ally gave a WEDGIE! I yanked those red cotton shorts up Zoey's cute, little tush. And she did have a nice butt. I had never really noticed it since she always wore baggy pants, but it was perky and cute, just like Zoey!

"Ally, are you sure you've taught me my lesson?" asked Zoey, her shorts firmly stuck between her cheeks. "Your big behind would REALLY show me!"

Oh jeez...Zoey wanted me to sit on her face again! I really didn't like doing that. It wasn't really embarrassing as much as I was self-conscious. I mean, it was my butt and I hadn't showered since the morning.

"You really want me to do that?" I asked Zoey. "I highly doubt that Zach wants to see me sit...on your face. Right, Zachy?"

Yep, you guessed correctly. Zachy flashed a big smile and gave a two thumbs up! Ugh.

"ZACHY wants to see your big tushy on my pretty little face, Sporty!"

"Oh, all right," I said, as I got on my knees with my butt right over Zoey's face (she was lying flat on her back).

"Gosh..I died and went to heaven!" said Zoey, reaching up and tugging on my leotard, as if it could go any higher up my ass! "Such a wonderful view! Now come on, Ally...give it to me!"

I still wasn't totally comfortable putting my ass on Zoey's face, but I did want to please her and Zach. "Look out below!" I announced, lowering my delicious derriere. At least I was hoping it was delicious!

I had my butt more in Zoey's face than on it, as I still had a lot of my weight on my knees, but she wasn't having any of that! "I want that fat ass on my face!" she said, grabbing me by the my hips and pulling me down. Now my ass was really on Zoey's face! "Oh God...that's her nose," I thought, feeling it between my cheeks.

"Ally, what did you eat for lunch?!" I heard Zoey say, her voice muffled, of course.
"WHAT?!" I screamed, quickly sitting up.
"I'm just kidding!" she laughed. "You're so gullible...and cute! Come here..."

Again Zoey grabbed me around the hips and pulled me down, ass-first, on her face. I still couldn't believe that she was so into this face-sitting! Or that anyone was into face-sitting! I don't think I'd ever be comfortable doing it, that's for sure! I mean, once I had my ass on her face, I could kind of forget what was happening, but that initial contact was weird! I was just hoping that Zach would never ask me to sit on his face.

"Is she alive under there?" asked Zach, as I continued rubbing my big tush on Zoey's face. "She's is, but you might not be if you keep making cracks like that!" I said, winking at him. Zach knew I could kick his butt, and I think he really liked that! Okay...where were we? Oh yeah, besides my ridiculously skimpy leotard, I had Zoey's face between my cheeky cheeks! Ugh!

Anyway, then it happened! I felt something warm and wet in my butt crack and jumped up immediately! It was Zoey's tongue! Oh my God! I could not believe it! Yuck!

"Oh gosh, Ally, I'm sorry!" said Zoey, extremely concerned that she upset me.
"It's fine, Zoey," I smiled. "I was just startled...not upset. Now give me a big hug! NO kissing, though!"

Zoey giggled and we hugged, then I let her pin me to finish the match. She lifted both of my legs so Zach got a great view of my ass! She even rolled me back over on my stomach and spanked me, signifying her dominance.

"Gosh, what a wedgie!" she laughed, picking the leotard out of my butt for me! "You're a little sweaty, babe," Zoey continued, running her fingers through my long black hair. "Can I help you with this?"

"Sure," I smiled, as Zoey began pulling off my leotard! I was shocked at how much I enjoyed being stripped by her, my leotard slowly making its way down my back and past my butt. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, so once the shiny leotard hit the floor I was au naturel.

"Zach, I hope you didn't mind that?" asked Zoey, as she started rubbing my bare behind.
"NO...not at all!" he smiled, joining in on my butt massage. I guess I have enough room back there for two sets of hands!
"I need a shower," I said, getting up off the bed and grabbing Zach by the hand.

Hey, I was sore! I needed help with the soap! Among other things...

After the shower, Zach had to leave as he had an early meeting with a client the next morning. He thanked me and gave me a big kiss, of course! As I stood by a window and watched him drive off, Zoey walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist.

"I hope I didn't go too far tonight, Allison?" she asked, holding me tight.
"No, not at all," I answered. "Well, maybe the tongue!"
"I'm sorry!"
"I was just kidding, Zoey! I really enjoyed myself. Being in your arms...so naked and vulnerable was a lot of fun for me. More than I ever would have imagined."
"Wow...Ally. I'm so relieved and happy to hear you say that. VERY happy, actually."

I turned around, hugged Zoey, and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Oh no!" I laughed. "Did I just kiss my own ass?"
"No, silly!" said Zoey. "I washed up, but you were perfectly fresh back there, anyways!"

Zoey gently pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips. "I love you, Ally," she said, her right hand sliding down my back to my ass. "I'm just...crazy about you. I think about you all the time."

"That's so sweet, Zoey. I'm really touched. You came into my life at a really difficult time and made me feel better in so many ways. I think about you, too...a lot. I do love you, but I love Zach, too. I have to be honest with you...you're amazing, Zoey, but I do want a man in my life and Zach is really special. I want Jules and Jay to be around a good man, for a change. Their real father leaves a lot to be desired, unfortunately."

"I understand," said Zoey, fighting back the tears. "And I really wouldn't want to steal you from Zach. I've known him for a lot longer than you have, and he's a GREAT guy. I'm really happy for the both of you. I guess I can still have my little fantasies..."

"Just as long as we're friends...forever," I said, fighting back my own tears. "Maybe even 'friends with benefits?'"

"Sounds good to me!" smiled Zoey, already reaping the benefits as she was feeling out my denim-covered butt! While not the shiny, silver leotard, my jeans were tight and riding my butt crack. "I look forward to kicking your big, beautiful butt in some wrestling again!"

"Don't get too cocky, Zoey!" I said with a big smile. "I have to say...I enjoyed giving you a wedgie and seeing that cute, little tush of yours! I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow. Bye, sweetheart!"

We hugged and kissed again, then I left. What an amazing night!

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I was so excited as I pulled into the TSW Arena parking lot! It was "fight night," and I was ready for our big match, teaming with the champ, Phoebe Flare, against Paris and Spice!  

I walked into the locker room and waiting there was Phoebe. She was already in her wrestling gear, a pair of shiny blue long tights with a matching sports bra, pink boots and elbow pads, and "Flare" written in pink cursive on her butt. She looked great, with her beautiful, long-flowing blonde hair and just a little cleavage showing on top. She was every bit the wrestling superstar and champion.

"Hey, Ally!" she said, actually giving me a hug! "Before you change, John wants to see you in his office."

"Great," I thought, knowing this couldn't be good, but I was trying to stay positive.

"Hey, John!" I said, peeking my head into his office as the door was open a crack.
"Come in, Ally!" he said enthusiastically. "Sit down. I want to talk to you about what you'll be wearing tonight..."

Oh brother! My mind started racing. What did he want me to wear?! I guess if he felt that my leotards were too revealing, I could deal with that and wear long tights or shorts. Of course, while my leotards did tend to ride up on me, the biggest part of the problem was my opponents always giving me WEDGIES!

Wait, John wanting me to wear more clothing? Yeah right!!

"Ally, we get a lot of requests online for you to wrestle in a two-piece..."
"Yeah..."
"Well, would you be up for that?"
"I guess...just curious -- how about Phoebe or one of the other two girls wearing a two-piece?"
"Because the requests we get are for you, Ally. The freaky fetish guys, who download a lot of our videos, are really into you. They're big business for us and you. They love your big ass and all your wedgies..."
"Okay, John! We don't need to go over this AGAIN."

God, I hated hearing that stuff! I'm not naive, I understood that a part of my fanbase were pervy guys, but the way John said it -- it just made me feel like a piece of meat!

"So you'll wear the two-piece?"
"Yes...yes, I will."
"Good...we bought one for you. On the house (we were usually responsible for buying are own gear). It's an Adidas...your favorite brand, of course!"
"Thanks, John."

I took the two-piece -- it was white with black stripes on the sides. White -- not my favorite color, but I was relieved that they were briefs and not a string bikini. Small briefs, but briefs nonetheless.

"And, Ally," said John as I was leaving his office. "I didn't mean to sound creepy or insulting with those comments about your ass. It's just business, and you have a mighty fine caboose, if I do say so myself. I like it a little smaller and tighter like Phoebe's, but I'd hit that!"

What a fucking pig! I wanted to turn around and punch him! I also wanted to pick my wedgie, as my track pants were buried between my cheeks after I got up, but I couldn't get out of that office fast enough!

Back in the locker room, I put on the white two-piece, basically a sports bra and some little briefs. I immediately hated the briefs! They were low rise, so when I sat down or bent over the top of my crack was showing! My solution -- pull them up higher and give myself a wedgie! Now, my butt cheeks were totally hanging out and the briefs were riding up my crack, but going up my big tush was certainly better than falling down!

Meanwhile, guess who snuck up behind me?

"Wow, these look like fun!" laughed Spice, quickly grabbing the back of the waistband of my bottoms, wedging them up even further, then pulling them halfway down my ass!
"HEY!" I screamed, jumping away from her and quickly pulling up my briefs.

What a bitch! And I practically made my bottoms into a thong as I pulled them back up!!

"Oh, relax, Ally," smirked Spice. "I've already heard the plans for the match...me playing with your little panties back here will seem like NOTHING compared to what we have in store for you!"

To be continued

Spice wasn't kidding when she hinted at what they had in store for me! This was, BY FAR, the most humiliating match of my career. Which is really saying something, considering what I had been put through over the last couple of months! Okay, I guess I have to tell you guys about the match. Ugh!

Okay, I immediately knew where I stood in the hierarchy of the match. As Paris and Spice came out separately to their own music, I stood there thinking I was coming out next. I understood that as the champion, Phoebe would come out last, but certainly, I would get my own entrance with my own music, right? Wrong! As I stood waiting, adjusting my bikini bottoms (remember, they kind of made me wear a two-piece) so they weren't too far down with my "plumber's crack" showing, but not too far up so I was practically wearing a thong, Phoebe walked up and stood right next to me.

"Ready?" she asked, all set to make her entrance in a beautiful pink robe. I just looked at her a little confused, but when her music played I knew what she meant. We were walking out together to her music, making me look like little more than a sidekick! I was so pissed off, and the damn match hadn't even started yet!

We walked down to the ring, side by side at first, but Phoebe made sure to walk a little ahead of me. Oh, and because we were walking side by side, even when she went ahead, it was even easier for guys to slap my butt, and of course they took advantage of the opportunity! Grrrr! I thought for sure someone would give me a wedgie. It had to be even more tempting with the stupid bikini bottoms I was wearing, but fortunately I was spared. Well, at least until the match started!

Oh yeah, remember that pretty young woman who I mentioned last time? The one who looked so familiar, but I just couldn't remember who she was? Well, she was in the crowd again, and as I walked to the ring we made eye contact and she smiled. Who was she, damn it?! I would find out later, but boy was it driving me crazy! Along with my low-rise briefs! Did I mention how much I loathed wearing them?

Anyway, as we climbed into the ring, Paris and Spice attacked us before the bell rang to start the match. Paris hit me with several punches, knocking me down, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that Spice had pulled off Phoebe's robe and was choking her with it. Well, at least it wasn't just me getting my butt kicked...so far.  Of course, the bell hadn't even rung yet, and I was already going to get my first wedgie.

Paris grabbed me by the hair and the back of my briefs and lifted me up. God, my bottoms went right up my ass and at least halfway up my back! She giggled, being the asshole she is, then whispered to me that she was throwing me out of the ring. Within seconds I was flying over the top rope, my briefs totally wedged up my crack. I hit the floor kind of hard, but nothing out of the ordinary. Phoebe soon joined me out there as Spice tossed her over the top rope. Luckily for her, she was wearing long tights, so her butt wasn't on display like yours truly!

The referee yelled at the bad girls, and ordered them to their corner so we could get in the ring. The bell finally rang, and Phoebe started the match for our team. In tag team wrestling, one wrestler from each team is in the ring while their partner waits outside on the ring apron waiting to be tagged in. Obviously it's the outlaw world of pro wrestling, so all four wrestlers often end up being in the ring at the same time, but those are the rules, anyway.

I was standing on the ring apron with my butt to that side of the arena. For whatever reason, I left my briefs wedged up my ass from when Paris threw me out of the ring (I really have no idea why, so don't ask!). Well, I was really starting to get uncomfortable, which is saying a lot since, as you guys know, I get so many damn wedgies! I had to go for the pick, even with a thousand people, give or take a few, sitting right behind me!

"Have to do this quick," I said to myself, moving my hands behind my butt. A nice, quick wedgie-pick so nobody notices. Yeah, right!! So with my index fingers and thumbs, I grabbed at my wedged bikini, and within seconds...

Within seconds...

Within seconds...MY ENTIRE ASS WAS SHOWING! I mooned the crowd on that side of the ring. A FULL moon! A very FULL moon! In trying to be discreet and quick, I pulled too hard and pantsed myself. I never had to worry about this with my one piece leotards, which I pulled out of my ass on countless occasions, of course, but with a freakin' bikini?! God, it was so embarrassing! I mean, it wasn't like I hadn't shown my ass before, but there was something different...something worse...about having my bottoms pulled down like that. And by myself, no less! At least when my opponent did something humiliating to me, I would get some sympathy. Not this time!

Those thousand or so people were laughing hysterically, except for the class acts who were yelling "take it off!" and "let's see your tits next!" And keep in mind that there were kids in the crowd, but it didn't stop those degenerates from making lewd comments. So I pulled my briefs back up, giving myself a bit of a wedgie, but at least they were up again!

The match continued with Phoebe dominating the heels, although I'm not sure how many people were actually paying attention. It felt like at least one-half of the arena was watching my ass for the next titillating wardrobe malfunction. And then there was this one guy.

There's always that one guy in the crowd who you can hear over everyone else. Why? Because he's loud, obviously, but also because he's rude, obnoxious, and you almost can't believe what he's saying. Well, "that one guy" was sitting right behind me, unfortunately, and damn did I feel his wrath!

"Ally, I can't see what's going on inside the ring! Your big ass is in the way!" he yelled "Ally, your fat ass is blocking my view! I want my money back! Ally, those panties fit you...TWENTY years ago! Ally, pick those panties out of your fat ass! There are children here! Ally, your ass is so big, you have one cheek in one time zone and the other cheek in another time zone!" Then the asshole tried starting an "Ally has cellulite" chant! Which I don't! And it so pisses me off when people make fun of my ass like I'm not in shape. Sure, my ass is on the big side...I've given birth and I'm a...mature woman, but I'm in better shape than 99% percent of the population! I'm sure I could run faster and longer than Paris, Spice, and Phoebe, and I guarantee that I could lift more weight than those three Barbies! And I had this asshole talking like I was fat! I'm sorry...just thinking about it again is getting to me. What a jerk! I was almost looking forward to getting in the ring, and taking the beating I knew they had planned for me just to get away from him!

Phoebe finally tagged me in and the crowd cheered. At least they were still behind me, and the cheering became louder as I got some offense in on Paris. Of course, my advantage didn't last long as I went to bounce off the ropes and Spice, who wasn't legally in the match (she hadn't tagged in), kneed me in the back from the ring apron. I went down, and my long beating was about to begin.

Now it's very common in tag team wrestling for one of the Babyfaces (good guys) to take a long beating before making a dramatic tag to the fresh partner. They call that a "hot tag" as the crowd gets worked up waiting desperately for the battered and beaten fan favorite to tag in her / his fresh partner. Then the partner comes in and cleans house on one of and even both of the Heels (bad guys). So they weren't asking me to do anything out of the ordinary, but again it was all about making Phoebe look good and me, who the fans had truly embraced, bad. And even worse, Paris and Spice hated me for real, and this would give them ample opportunity to humiliate me. And they certainly took advantage of it!

So I was down after the knee to the back, then Paris put my head over the second rope and choked me. Nothing too bad so far, although as I was bent over on my knees, I could feel my bottoms riding down a bit with the top of my butt crack showing. Whatever. What could I do? And I still had a damn wedgie!

Anyway, Paris was already having fun. She grabbed me by the hair and yelled, "You suck, Fatty Ally!" right in my face, before slamming my head down on the mat. From there, she bounced me off the ropes and clotheslined me. I let out a big scream as she hit the move. Nobody would ever accuse me of not doing my job, at least.

Again Paris pulled me up by the hair, but this time she lifted me off my feet and put me over her shoulder! This was humiliating and unnecessary, as she carried me around the ring with my butt in the air, spanking me all the way. Not a hard spanking, but that humiliating, "your mine" kind of spanking. My bottoms were still kind of low with the top of my crack showing, but at the same time, my cheeks were totally hanging out AND I had a wedgie. They were just too damn small on me!

Paris dropped me in her corner where Spice was waiting. "Hi ya, fatass," Spice said, as she reached through the ropes and grabbed the back of my bikini. Well, at least my "plumber's crack" was no longer showing as she pulled the briefs high up my ass! Gosh, it hurt! The material of the two-piece was sturdier than my leotards, and more punishing in my ass crack and crotch.

Now, for all intents and purposes, I was a "prisoner" in their corner. Spice held on to my bikini as Paris began punching me. She had become a lot better with her punches, but she did hit me with one blow to the stomach that really hurt. Was it on purpose? Maybe, maybe not, but it definitely looked suspicious as they laid me over the top rope, my big butt once again up in the air, and with Spice holding my arms, Paris spanked me! And make no mistake, she spanked me as hard as she could! Ouch!

Phoebe finally came in the ring to break it up, but in classic pro wrestling 101, the referee turned his attention to her (since she wasn't tagged in), and the devious duo continued abusing me!

With the referee's attention still on my partner, Spice pulled me out of the ring and down to the floor. A couple of ringside fans noted that my butt was red (thanks, guys!), and I fixed my bikini so it was back in that combination plumber's crack / wedgie, which I'm sure will be all the rage someday! Spice grabbed a black television wire and choked me with it. I screamed and practically begged, again accepting my role, and Spice "thanked" me by grabbing the back of my bikini as I tried to escape. She didn't pull it up (for a change) or down, but just back so my naked ass was showing. I stopped trying to escape, just because I thought I could be totally pantsed at any moment!

"You're not going anywhere, huh, sweet cheeks?" she said, kissing me on the cheek as she held me by the back of the bikini. "Please...don't," I whispered to Spice, as I felt the skimpy bottoms inching down my butt.

I was just horrified! I was trying to cooperate and this bitch was humiliating me on purpose! My bottoms were down far enough where at least half of my ass was showing. I was actually more concerned with my front, so I had my hands over my crotch. God...there were kids there! How disgusting! The referee finally yelled for Spice to let me go, so she pulled my bikini back up (and by "up" I mean up my ass like a thong!) and threw me back in the ring.

Back in the ring, as uncomfortable as my wedgie was, I decided to leave it in just thankful that the bikini was up around my waist. Paris scooped me up for a bodyslam, her long nails scratching my bare ass as she sent me crashing back down to the mat on my back. I began crawling over to my corner, hoping to make the dramatic tag to Phoebe, but Paris grabbed my left leg and pulled me back.

"We're not done with you, thunder thighs!" she yelled, dragging me back towards her corner and tagging Spice in. In tag team wrestling, you have five seconds from the time the tag is made to leave the ring, so Paris stayed in, and with Spice readied me for a double suplex. A suplex is a move where you lift the opponent in the air turning them upside down, then fall back dropping your opponent on their back. Paris put me in a front facelock, and they each grabbed a side of my bikini, lifting me high in the air. There I was, upside down with my skimpy bikini pulled so far up my ass, it was almost over my freakin' head! Of course the crowd, at least the really rude fans, yelled "WEDGIE," not the least bit concerned for my well-being!

They finished the suplex, dropping me on my back and leaving me with a MASSIVE wedgie. While it was a given that my bottoms would be high up my ass, I was horrified to see that I had an equally major frontal wedgie! My womanhood was on full display, which got a huge laugh out of Spice as she was about to continue my beating. "Such a pussy," she cracked, as she lifted me up by the hair. I did quickly pull the front of my bikini down, still leaving the back wedged between my buns.

Spice pulled me over to their corner, where they were about to double-team me again. This time the roles were reversed as Paris held me by the back of the briefs and Spice punched and choked me. God, I felt so helpless! I know, it's professional wrestling and they really weren't hurting me, but it was like I couldn't escape even if I wanted to, you know? Paris had a firm grip on my bikini and Spice could do pretty much anything she wanted to do to me. As I said earlier, I felt like their "prisoner."

So the punching and choking continued, and of course, I was also on the receiving end of a huge wedgie in the process. I could just see the joy on Spice's face, and while I almost resented doing it for them, I did plenty of screaming and moaning. I will say that I had become a little self-conscious when it came to my screaming after reading a response on YouTube from some guy saying that he "jerked off" to my screams! The people out there! Of course, I'll take the "Scream Masturbator" over the guys who want to do all kinds of things to my "big ass" any day! I'm starting to rethink whether the Internet is really a good thing!

Okay...I'm not trying to change the subject! I promise! Anyway, I was playing the good "damsel in distress," with Paris holding me in the most humiliating way possible -- by my bottoms -- and Spice working me over while making such heart-warming comments as "You suck, Fatty Ally" and "I can see your cameltoe, slut!" Damn do I just want to beat her ass for real, and I can say with 100% confidence that I could! As happened earlier, Phoebe tried to come in and save me, but the referee turned his attention to her, forcing her back to our corner and giving the bad guys more time to have their way with me.

Paris finally let go of me so I could make my pathetic looking crawl over to my corner and tag in Phoebe. I began the slow, dramatic crawl reaching desperately for Phoebe's outstretched hand. At this point the fans were really into it, cheering wildly as I got closer and closer. Would I get the tag and a break from my beating and utter humiliation?

Of course NOT, but this was even worse than I ever imagined. Instead of stopping me by holding the leg and pulling me back, Spice grabbed the back of my fucking bikini!! "Oh my God!" I thought, as she pulled the bikini down, my ENTIRE ass exposed! I quickly moved back towards her or I would have been totally stripped off my briefs. The crowd was laughing, whistling, and just in a frenzy as I had one hand over my vagina and the other over my naked ass, Spice stretching my bottoms as far as she could. I wish I had worn a thong underneath the bikini, although that would have been one more thing that they could yank up my back!

I got back to my feet with Spice still pulling me along by my bottoms so I could be further tortured in their corner. "I really love your little panties,"  she whispered, holding them so they were halfway down my butt before shoving me into the corner.

Paris pushed my head down on the top rope and began choking me as Spice continued playing with my bikini. "Hmmm...let's read these cleaning instructions," she said, pulling the tag up in the back of my briefs. "After all, we wouldn't want these to shrink! They can't contain Ally's fat ass NOW, never mind a little cleaning snafu! And speaking of cleaning, do I see skid marks?!" How fucking humiliating was that?! "Well, if you don't have skid marks right now," she continued, "you might have one in a second!"

As soon as she made that crack (um, no pun intended!), she launched my bikini up my ass! She wasn't the biggest girl, but the little bitch even lifted me off the ground and bounced me! So horrible! I just collapsed to the mat afterwards, with Spice giggling and saying "oh dear," in a totally patronizing manner, as she patted my big, wedgied butt! I just put my hands over my eyes and stayed there. I was afraid I might cry and I couldn't look out at the crowd. They finally killed my spirit. While it was a "fake" wrestling match, they really did beat me.

The referee, getting a signal from the back, told us to go to the finish, so Paris and Spice let me crawl over to my corner to tag in Phoebe. This was my big moment -- crawling on my hands and knees, my stupid, way-too-small-to-begin-with bikini buried in my ass crack, the camera capturing every cheeky second, I'm sure, so the download sales would go through the roof. Even though it just happened in my last match, it felt like years since I Ally Bombed Paris for a victory.

I finally made the "hot tag" to Phoebe, then rolled under the ropes so I could just lay there and sell my beating. And at least if I wasn't standing up, there would be less focus on my butt. I did not bother fixing my ridiculous wedgie, fearing that I'd only draw attention to the stupid bikini, perhaps "flashing" the crowd for a second time before giving myself wedgie. Like I needed another one!

Phoebe entered the ring, beat up Paris and Spice by herself, then applied her Figure-Four Leg Lock on Spice for the submission victory. Well, that was easy! She couldn't have done it without me! Hey, I think Paris and Spice got tired kicking my ass, so it made things easier for Phoebe! Yeah, right! Ugh!

I rolled back into the ring, and Phoebe helped me up so we could celebrate *cough*our*cough* win. And so they could get more good footage of my ass in the bikini, of course! At least Phoebe made me feel better, giggling at my mega-wedgie before patting my "fat, jiggly, booty" as some guy in the front row yelled.

While it appeared that it would be another demoralizing night for me, another one of those spirit-lifting moments happened. The referee walked over with the TSW Women's Championship belt, Phoebe's title, and placed it on MY shoulder. The crowd immediately went wild, one half of the arena chanting "Sporty," and the other side following with "Ally."  

I was taken by the moment, but quickly realized how wrong it was and gave the belt back to its rightful owner, Phoebe Flare. Meanwhile, if looks could kill, they would have been reading my last rites as the real champion just glared at me. I had nothing to do with it, but I wasn't going to say anything for fear that the referee would get in trouble. I mean, it had to have been an honest mistake, right?

Phoebe glared at me again, then left the ring in disgust, not wanting to walk back to the locker room with her so-called partner. I slapped a bunch of hands as I made my way to the back, soaking in the love. Once again, I was just amazed at how the fans stayed with me. Even after they laughed at me (who could blame them with the way I was booked?), they still believed in me. I just wish that someone who actually ran the company did! But maybe my wish was about to come true?

As I was about to walk into the locker room to change (I couldn't wait to get out of that stupid bikini, which was still wedged up my ass!), that pretty young woman, the one who looked so familiar but I just couldn't place, was waiting for me. She was very attractive, but not in a drop-dead-gorgeous way. More understated, as she wore glasses, had medium-length brown hair, and dressed casually in a brown sweater and jeans. She did have huge breasts, even noticeable in the loose sweater.

"Hi, Ally!" she said with a big smile.
"Hi," I responded, obviously unsure of who she was.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she asked, quickly picking up on my confusion.
"Gosh...I'm sorry, but no. No, I don't. You look so familiar, though!"
"I was a lot younger when we last saw each other..."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, finally realizing who she was. "Sarah?! Sarah O'Reilly?!!"
"Yep!" she laughed, giving me a big hug. Sarah was the late John O'Reilly Senior's daughter and John Junior's little sister.
"Wow...it's so good to see you," I said. "The last time I saw you..."
"Yeah, I was around twelve or thirteen."
"I left the company to have my twins and never saw you again."
"Yep, I stopped hanging around the arena after you left. It just wasn't the same. I'm going to sound like such a geek, but I absolutely loved you. You were my favorite wrestler BY FAR!"
"Awww...that's so sweet! I always enjoyed hanging out with you before and after the shows."
"That was a huge part of it! Besides being an awesome performer, you were always so nice to me. Most of the wrestlers, even the women, would just ignore me, but not you..."
"It was no big deal, really. I just enjoyed your company. You were always so sweet and smart and just fun to talk to. So I assume you watched the match?"
"Yeah..."
"Pretty bad, huh?"
"Well, yeah, but not because of you. I think our champion is just a little insecure. More than a little!"
"Yeah. No doubt. What have you been up to, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, I just graduated from NYU film school."
"Wow! Good for you! Congratulations!"
"Thank you!"
"So you're going to make movies?"
"Pretty soon, I hope. I've written a couple of scripts. I'm hoping to get some funding, and I would direct. And I'm also going to help run TSW. I own half of it."
"Really?! That's awesome!"

I felt a rush of excitement after hearing Sarah's news. Would I finally have an ally in the company?

"Yep, I think this can be a much better place to work, and more successful at the same time," Sarah said with a big smile. "Especially for you, Ally!"
"Gosh...that sounds fantastic," I responded, getting emotional.
"I know, Ally," she said, giving me a hug. "I've been watching this place...especially since you came back, and things are going to change."
"That's wonderful, Sarah," I said, tearing up as I rested my head on her shoulder. "The other wrestlers are so much younger..."
"Who cares!" she said, rubbing my head. "You're over...the people LOVE you...and you still look amazing. In fact, you look even better now than you did eight years ago."
"Thanks! I really don't, but thank you!"
"No, I'm not just saying that, Allison. You're such a WOMAN now...in a mature, sexy way, you know? The other girls look like they never eat or work out, but you...you have curves and muscle...you're amazing!"
"Wow...you're too kind, Sarah. Usually, the only thing I hear about my body around here is that my butt is too big! And this stupid bikini..."
"Yeah, you won't be wearing that again. Your one-piece leotards look perfect on you. I love them. So sporty, of course, but sexy, too."
"I just can't thank you enough, Sarah. This...this is just amazing. Gosh...I really have to get moving. I have to pick up my kids..."
"Yes, go ahead, Ally. Please. I'll call you and we'll talk about my plans for you and the company. Johnny and Phoebe will still have creative control, but they'll be sharing it with me from now on. I'll be looking out for you. And by the way, I had the referee hand you the title belt. Just a little experiment that went rather well, I must say!"
"Ha! You're awesome, Sarah! Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"Okay...get moving, Ally! Your kiddies are waiting!"

Finally, there was some hope! I had left the arena happy after some humiliating incidents before, but this time was different. Much different. I love the fans, and in the wrestling business they should ultimately choose who's on top, but that wasn't the case in TSW and I needed help. I needed serious support to combat John O'Reilly and his girlfriend Phoebe Flare, and that support was about to come in the form of the lovely, sweet Sarah O'Reilly!

The End