A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 6
By Dark J

I arrived at the restaurant early for my meeting with Sarah O'Reilly. I had to drop the twins off at Emily's in time so they could make a movie, so I had some time to kill. I was so excited about having dinner with Sarah. She wanted to talk to me about business and just catch up, as we hadn't seen each other in years. Granted, it would be different now since Sarah was barely a teenager back then and now she'd be my boss, but I couldn't be happier! Unlike her older brother, John O'Reilly, and his girlfriend and TSW Women's Champion, Phoebe Flare, both of whom made my life miserable, Sarah wanted to feature me prominently in the company. Not just as someone who would lose match after match and be constantly humiliated, but as a top wrestler and maybe even a champion!

I sat at the bar waiting for Sarah, and of course it wouldn't be me without some kind of wardrobe malfunction! I made the mistake of wearing low rise jeans AND sitting on a bar stool. My black top, which was kind of tight, was riding up in back and the top of my butt crack kept peeking out of the top of my pants! I was wearing tiny black bikini panties underneath so those didn't help, but at least my underwear wasn't showing...I guess. I'd reached back and pull down my jersey, but that was always a temporary fix. All I wanted to do was get my drink and move to a booth. And all I needed was for someone to recognize me! Although, anyone who would recognize me had already seen a lot of my big behind, between my high-riding leotards, my opponents' tendency to just give me wedgies, and of course my last match when I wrestled in a bikini involuntarily, and mooned the fans involuntarily! Gosh...how embarrassing!

Sarah's Side: I walked into the restaurant and had to laugh. The restaurant's bar was immediately in my sight line and there was Ally sitting on a stool with her butt crack showing! Not a lot crack exposure, but enough to where it was kind of funny. Leave it to Ally. Be it a wrestling leotard or even a pair of jeans, nothing could contain her butt! And God, she has a big butt. It was totally hanging off the bar stool. She had a good-sized bum when I first met her, eight years ago before she left wrestling to have her twins, but now it was really big! It's like all of the 'baby weight' stayed in her butt because it wasn't like she was overweight...hardly, the woman was in amazing shape, but she still had this big, jiggly rear end!

I finally got my drink and before I could stand up, I felt a finger touching the top of my butt crack! What the fuck! I don't usually scare easily, but I jumped, falling forward and spilling my drink. So embarrassing! And who was this creep poking at my plumber's crack??  It was...

"Oh no! I'm sorry, Ally!" Sarah said, her right hand over her face in embarrassment. "I just thought it would be funny...I'm such an idiot!"
"No...it's okay, Sarah," I answered, getting up off the stool. "At least you're not some creepy guy!"

My gosh, Sarah was anything but a guy! I already knew she had big boobs. I could even see that through her sweater when we had our little reunion at the arena. But for our dinner meeting she was wearing a low-cut top and her boobs were practically falling out! They had to be D-cups. At least! Honestly, it was a little weird. I knew Sarah as this young girl and now... WOW! Just a little weird. But even with her boobs prominently displayed, she still had that cute, understated look I remembered from the arena. Her hair was medium length and brown, she wasn't wearing a lot of make up, and she was wearing glasses. Her top was pink and she was wearing a denim mini-skirt, but not one of those really short mini-skirts. Thankfully we were about to be seated, and even better it was a booth so I wouldn't have to worry about my butt crack showing again!

Sarah's Side - "Why did I do that??" I thought, just relieved that Ally didn't get mad at me. She's such sweetheart! Gosh, she looked so embarrassed. And the poor girl gave herself a wedgie and a half when she yanked the back of her pants up! Ouch! Okay, that was pretty funny. It was also interesting watching her walk to our table (I was walking behind her) with the those jeans buried deep in her butt crack! Made her wrestling gear look comfortable!

"You look great, Sarah," I said, taking a roll out of the bread basket. And while I did mean that, her boobs were a little distracting. Not 'distracting' like they would be for a hetero guy, but just...distracting. Probably the same affect my leotards had on some of my opponents. During my first run with TSW, a couple of the veterans did complain that I was showing too much butt during the match! Little did they know how much money my wedgies would make the company in the age of the instant download! Not that I'm really proud or happy about that, which led to a question I wanted to ask Sarah.

"Sarah, I've been thinking," I said. "Do you think I should start wearing different outfits when I wrestle? Like long tights or at least shorts that cover my butt? I mean, you're a woman... you must think..."
"No, Ally!" she interrupted. "Like I said before, I love your one-piece leotards. They're YOU... you wouldn't be 'Sporty Ally' in that shiny hooker / clubbing crap that a lot of the other women wear! But I am making some changes to the website. The more gratuitous pictures of you are coming down. We can sell your downloads and DVD's without all of the ass shots."
"Thanks, Sarah. I hated the way your brother did that. The cover to the DVD of my comeback match had Paris giving me a freakin' wedgie! You couldn't even see my face! Just my big butt!  So embarrassing. And then they'd put sample clips up on YouTube with super-close-ups of my ass and there would be all of these disgusting comments underneath! I had to stop going to that site. I'm not easily offended and I understand that we are selling sex appeal, but there's a point when it goes over the line, you know?"
"I totally understand, Ally. You're a talented, beautiful, sexy woman...we don't need all of that...that...softcore porn to sell your products. The fans LOVE you, honey! Just don't stop wearing those leotards!"
"Ha! Absolutely not. In fact, I just ordered a new one for my next match. Since it is a new beginning...kind of. So far I've just been wearing my old leotards from my first run. And now that I know you like them so much..."
"Yep! And speaking of your next match, how does Living Dead Girl sound?"

Sarah wanted to match me up with Living Dead Girl again?? She was the amazon with the Undertaker (WWE's legendary wrestler) gimmick, who just destroyed me in my second match back. I got ZERO offense, then after she beat me she carried me over her shoulder, in that totally humiliating way where I was bent over with my butt pointing upward, and buried me in a makeshift grave. It was bad enough being beaten so easily and carried like a damsel in distress, but then of course the camera (as I later saw in the video) was right on my ass and my massive wedgie! I mean, Dead Girl was a potential star and a decent wrestler considering her inexperience, but I didn't need to get my ass totally kicked and utterly humiliated once, never mind twice. Sarah seemed like she was totally behind me...then this. Living Dead Girl. My heart sank.

"Ally...sweetie," said Sarah, reaching across the table and putting her hand on mine. "I saw your first match with Dead Girl. It isn't going to be like that. I promise. It's a big match. A #1 contender's match. The winner gets a title shot against Phoebe. We're still working out the details, but trust me. I've got your back, honey."

Sarah made me feel better. Yes, 'still working out the details' made me a little nervous, but I trusted Sarah. I almost had to. She was my last hope.

We finished dinner and were ready to leave. I had to make a quick adjustment when I got up from the booth, as it felt like my pants were halfway down my ass! Seriously, low rise jeans are not my friend! As fast as I could, I pulled up my pants and pulled down my top, all while trying not to look too obvious as what I was doing.  

Sarah's Side: I had to smile again as the evening ended as it began with poor Ally having more problems with her pants. Seriously, I got a quick eyeful as she began getting up from her seat and it was almost a half-moon! Just big, tanned naked tushy. Again she gave herself a wedgie, but even worse, she also grabbed some panty and left them sticking out of her pants. Even the little white tag was sticking out of the black panties. How embarrassing! "Need a little help, girl?" I offered, quickly tucking the panties back into Ally's pants. "Thanks," she smiled, looking a little embarrassed. "I only wish you could do something about my wedgie." I giggled and said, "I'm not a miracle worker," and we both laughed.

We said our goodbyes in the parking lot and walked off to our cars. As I was about to get into my car, a 2006 black Nissan Altima, I heard a voice off in the distance say, "get away from me!" It was Sarah!

Sarah's Side: As I walked to my car, this guy, probably in his late-20's, approached me. "Hey, baby," he said, getting right in my face. "I caught you checking me out in the restaurant." What the fuck?? I didn't even remember seeing this guy, never mind 'checking him out!' Yuck! "And those huge tits," he continued. "They were talking to me. You were putting on a show with those giant titties, baby. Fucking hot! Wanna hook up?"

I was really starting to feel threatened! "NO!" I answered. "Now get away from me, you fucking creep!" I continued, reaching for my car door. "Oh, c'mon, sugar tits," he said, grabbing my arm so I couldn't get in the car. "I'll rock your world. I'll bet you're a fucking party once those glasses  and clothes come off," he said with a sleazy smile. "No!" I screamed, his grip on my arm getting tighter. "Get away from me!!"

This was getting really bad, but along came Ally!!

"Listen to the young lady!" I said, grabbing the pervert by the back of his shirt and slamming him facedown on the hood of the car. I held him by down by his head and bent his arm behind his back. "Arrrrgggghhhh!! You bitch!" he screamed, making no attempt to keep the excruciating pain he was in hidden. "I was...just...having...a little f...fun!" "Right!" I said, putting a little more torque on the arm. "Please...please...let go!"

I'll admit it. I was enjoying torturing this creep. I hated guys like this and Sarah was like a little sister to me. I felt very protective of her. But enough was enough. I made my point and was about to let him go when I felt my panties rip up my ass and halfway up my back! Apparently this pathetic jerk actually had a friend. "Dude, double date!" he announced, pulling me away by my panties and the back of my shirt. I elbowed him in the stomach, but he was strong -- definitely stronger than his buddy, and he managed to maintain his grip on me. God, did this thug have my panties wedged up my ass! Life imitating art, I guess. "She's got a huge booty!" he said, letting go of my panties and grabbing my ass. That was it! I elbowed him in the face this time, blood flying from his nose. Now I was loose, and knocked the wind out of him with a well-placed knee to the stomach.

Sarah's Side: Wow! Ally was just amazing teaching both of those punks a lesson! I felt horrible that the one guy gave her a wedgie and groped her butt, but she showed them...and then some! I wish I was more helpful, although I did get involved in the end. The first guy who started with me actually grabbed Ally by the hair! YES, the hair! What a wuss! I gave him some well-deserved  payback and kneed him in the nuts. I'm sure Ally would have escaped herself, but I was happy to help!

I couldn't believe it! The first guy, who I totally punked, grabbed my hair!! Well, I was about to take him down again (there were a variety of ways...all painful), but Sarah actually took him out. Good for her! And with what little strength Dumb and Dumber still possessed, they ran off. We probably should have called the cops, but we were kind of wrapped up in the moment, I guess.

"Ally, you're my hero!" said Sarah, giving me a big hug.
"You were damn good, too, Sarah," I smiled, putting my arms around her. Of course, I was standing there with my panties still wedged up my butt! And sticking way out of my pants. Which were almost down around my knees! (Just exaggerating...a little).
"Nah, it was all you, Sporty! You're one badass bitch!"
"Ha! I like that, Sarah! Wait...you're really shaking! Are you all right?"
"I'll be fine. It was just...kind of scary, you know?"
"Absolutely, sweetie."
"Probably not for you, Ally. You know how to handle yourself."
"Nah, it was still scary for me."
"I probably shouldn't have worn such a low cut top..."
"Fuck that, Sarah! You wear what you want to wear. That's no excuse! None of that 'she was askin' for it' nonsense. That creep had no right doing what he did to you! None! Do not blame yourself."
"Thanks, Allison. And you're right. I just feel bad that I got you involved in this..."
"Nope. I'm happy that I got involved. Well, other than the wedgie! I'm like a magnet for wedgies! But thank God that I was still here."

I hugged Sarah again, and I could just feel her body trembling.

"Sarah, why don't you leave your car here and I'll drive you home?" I offered.
"No, you've done enough, Ally," she said. "And your kids..."
"They're sleeping over Em's. Trust me, they think she's 1,000 times more fun than their mother! Really, I insist. I don't want you driving by yourself."
"Okay. Thanks, Ally."

We pulled up to Sarah's house and I put the car in park.

"It was a nice evening, Sarah, and thank you for everything," I said. "I feel like my career is finally moving in a positive direction, and it's all because of you."
"I'm just doing the right thing, Ally," she said. "It's good for business and if I can help an amazing person like you, that only makes it better. What you did tonight...I can't thank you enough. I thought you were the greatest when I was a young girl...and you're still my hero!"
"Awww...you're going to make me cry and I won't be 'one badass bitch' anymore!"
"Hey, is your shoulder all right? I noticed that you were rubbing while you were driving."
"Old injury that rears its head every so often."

Sarah put her hand on my shoulder.

"I trained to be an EMT for a while," she said, feeling the shoulder. "I'm not sure that it's anything, Ally, but you feel really tight."
"Yes...I'm sure it's stress. Being a mom and trying to make enough money to support my kids. It's pretty stressful."
"I understand. Would you like to come in? I could give you a massage? That might help. Loosen you up?

I took Sarah up on her offer, and somehow I ended up on her couch, in just my panties, but that will have to wait until the next part!

See you then...I'm sure ;)

Sarah's home was really nice. A bit on the modest side in terms of size, but she had these cool classic movie posters on the walls, a beautiful black leather couch and some huge matching chairs, and a big screen TV. Actually, big screen doesn't do it justice. It was more like a theater screen, and, of course, she had a huge library of DVD's, Blu-rays, and books on film. It was very easy to see where her passion was and the career she envisioned for herself.

"How does that feel, Ally?" asked Sarah, rubbing my upper back and shoulders as I lied flat on my stomach on the couch.
"Incredible. Just incredible, Sarah," I answered, not exaggerating at all. She really was good and, damn, did I need it! Kids + Professional Wrestling = STRESS!!

Sarah's Side: Ally was definitely enjoying her massage and I was enjoying it too. Maybe even a little more than she was, continually catching myself admiring her body. As my hands caused her jersey to ride up, I couldn't help but stare at her bare back, and as had been the case throughout the night, the top of her butt crack was showing. My hands got lower and lower on her back and I wanted to feel her ass.

When I first came to know Ally as a girl in my early teens, I knew I had feelings for her beyond her prowess in the ring, and just her all-around awesomeness. I did see her as a friend, a role model, and even a heroine, but, damn, did she fascinate me in other ways. Ways that confused me at the time, but were abundantly clear now. When I got to hang out with her before and after the matches, I'd marvel at how good she looked in her leotards. I thought, perhaps, it was because I wanted to look like that someday, and while that may have been true, my feelings ran a lot deeper than that. Gosh, it sounds kind of creepy, certainly pervy, but I'd watch Ally's every move as she'd get up from her seat and pull her high-riding leotard out of her ass or adjust the crotch so she didn't have cameltoe. Her butt wasn't as big then, but she still had what you'd call a 'bubble butt' that caused plenty of wedgies. Especially in her trademark high-cut leotards, that didn't even cover her ass when they weren't riding up. Come to think of it, when weren't those leotards riding up? Ha! But seriously, I'm sure it was because I was a girl, and a young one at that, but Ally always felt free to get dressed and stretch in front of me. She'd bend over and her leotard would just shoot up her butt and I loved it! Sometimes she wouldn't even bother fixing her leotard until after she finished her exercises (it would only ride up again, after all), so I would just be mesmerized by that sweet ass moving, jiggling, opening and closing. Ally would come back after her match, glistening with sweat, and just want to chill for a while and drink some water. What a sight, that leotard all wet and even tighter than it was before, and Ally was either content or just too tired to fix it, leaving the damp spandex wedged in her crack.

And her matches? Of course I watched them all live (in a front row seat, I was the owner's daughter!), but I also got my hands on all the DVD's so I could watch them again at home. Especially the parts I loved! Ally's matches were always fun throughout, lots of jiggling butt cheeks and constant wedgies, but there was one particular match... Back then during Ally's first run with the company, wedgies, where one wrestler actually gave the other wrestler a wedgie, weren't as prevalent as they are now (although Ally got most of them..ha ha!). I can't remember who Ally was wrestling, but she was getting her butt kicked outside the ring. For the live match, I was seated on the other side of the ring from where the action was, so I really didn't see it, but I could see that she had a HUGE wedgie once she was back in the ring.

Well, once I watched the DVD, I couldn't believe my eyes! Ally was totally helpless and her opponent just grabbed the back of her leotard to throw her back in the ring. While the leotard was already riding up a little before, the girl just yanked it up Ally's ass! Ridiculously high, like halfway up her back! And the camera was right behind them, so Ally's big naked booty just filled the TV screen! I was actually horrified at first. Ally was my hero and that wedgie was just... humiliating. I mean, seriously, it's not like it was Ally's doing, but the crowd was laughing and a 'wedgie' chant started. And for the sake of realism -- Ally was taking a beating, so the last thing she would be worried about was her leotard -- she left her leotard wedged, so it was just embarrassing until she made her comeback and finally picked the wedgie. She was just crawling around the ring with that wedgie and her bum totally exposed. And, of course, her opponent spanked her, which was really difficult for this fangirl to watch.  

But then something changed inside me. I wanted to watch the match, and that part especially, again and again. On one level I was still embarrassed for Ally, but on another level I totally enjoyed it! She looked so sexy getting her leotard pulled up her ass as she was helpless to defend herself. And well... I discovered that I was into girls and Ally was just a fucking goddess! Maybe not everyone's 'cup-of-tea' in the sense that wasn't the skinny gorgeous blonde with huge boobs, but for me those meaty thighs and that big ass (and it's even bigger now!) were heaven! And don't get me wrong, Ally is a hottie! So pretty and cute, and she has shiny beautiful long black hair.

Anyway, I had 'a thing' for Ally, and even the way I enjoyed her matches changed. I still wanted her to win... eventually, but I loved watching her struggle. There was the obvious -- watching her curvaceous body roll around the ring or watching just her helplessly in her opponent's arms with her big ass bursting out of her leotard. Or even better, the evil opponent looking to humiliate Ally by pulling up her already-revealing leotard so it disappeared between her voluptuous bottom cheeks, then spanking those yummy mounds for good measure. But it was more than the in-your-face (yes, please!) eye candy. Ally just had this way of selling (a wrestler acting as to show that their opponent's offense is causing pain and suffering) that was not only effective, she is a total pro, but...SEXY. She'd scream, but not in that shrieky, fake sort of way that so many of the other girls did. She'd also get this great look of desperation on her face, and even look scared as an opponent was about to perform a move. She was such a kickass athlete on one hand, but a great 'damsel in distress' on the other. It was hot!

And there's nothing better than Ally in a bear hug on every level! While selling the hold, she'd look totally helpless and pathetic in her opponent's arms. No matter how small the opponent (and Ally was bigger than a lot of the girls), Ally would either let them lift her off the ground, wrap her sexy legs around them, or both!  Lots of screaming, too! From the standpoint of 'eye candy', her opponent's couldn't help but give her a giant wedgie with their hands gripped tightly against the back of her one-piece leotard. Gosh, it was an amazing sight as they'd lift Ally up and her leotard would just rocket up her big behind! Then the wedgie would just continue as the hold continued. I don't know how she could stand it, but I wasn't complaining! Make note: Living Dead Girl puts long bear hug on Ally during their upcoming match. And as I said earlier, Ally was such a pro, so she'd leave her leotard wedged until she made a comeback and it seemed plausible that she'd be able to fix it. She would spend long stretches of matches with her leotard wedged high up her crack like a thong. And in some very 'interesting' positions. I'm such a pervert!

So there I was, giving my girlhood crush and the Goddess a massage! And while she wasn't in one of her sexy leotards, her ample backside was sticking out of her low rise jeans, yet she still had a wedgie as the seam of said pants was riding into her crack. Leave it to the 'Wedgie Queen,' Ally's nickname in the locker room.

"Wow, Sarah!" I said, as her hands continued working their magic. "Are you a professional masseuse? I mean, seriously...this feels great! I didn't realize how tight and sore I was, you know? As an athlete you learn to just put the pain out of your mind. It's the only way to get by. Hey, would you mind if I took off my jersey? PLEASE...feel free to say 'no' if it makes you uncomfortable! It just gets annoying how it rides up my back..."

Sarah's Side: Um... YES!!!

Gosh, I felt weird asking Sarah if I could take off my top, but it really was bothering me and I didn't want anything ruining my massage! It felt so, so good! Fortunately, Sarah was cool with it.

Sarah's Side: Damn, it's not like I hadn't seen Ally almost naked before, but there was something extra-hot about her taking off her top in front of me. She sat up as she pulled the tight black jersey up over her head and off, and adding to the titillation (no pun intended...ha!) was her butt, almost totally out of her pants. Ally was not only sitting, but she was leaning over with her big butt just coming out of those pants. I'm not even sure where her little panties were, but they had to be down there somewhere. Ha! Ha! I'm surprised that I could even put together a coherent thought at this point, Ally topless except for a bra and her more substantial butt cleavage (her butt is a lot bigger than her boobs) on display, but I did have an idea...

"Ally, I have some amazing massage oil," I said, a big, goofy smile on my face, I'm sure. "If you just want to take off your bra, I could really rub it in? You'll love it. I promise!"

Well, it was quite obvious that Sarah wasn't too bothered by my jersey coming off since she asked me to take off my bra! I was a little embarrassed, not necessarily because I would be topless, but just because my breasts aren't particularly big. I always said that God played a cruel joke on me, giving me big, child-bearing hips and a big behind (which got even bigger, thanks to the twins), but small boobs! I mean, they aren't small-small, they had fallen out of my leotard on a few unfortunate occasions, but compared to my hips and my oversized caboose? It was like I was asymmetrical or something. I just never wanted to get implants. I couldn't afford them and I always thought they looked fake, anyway. And implants were against what I stood for as a serious athlete. That set me apart from the other wrestlers. But there I was with Sarah, who had huge breasts, and on a little body, and I was kind of self-conscious. It really looked like her boobs belonged on my body, and visa-versa. I did take off my bra. I just felt really comfortable with Sarah and there was just such a good vibe between us.

Sarah's Side: Ally looked absolutely adorable taking off her bra, her cheeks (on her face!) reddening slightly as she quickly put her hands over her breasts to cover them up. I did catch a quick glimpse of her boobs and they were nice. Not particularly big, especially on a larger woman, but definitely perky and good to look at.

"Not my best feature," I said, covering my boobs with my hands. "Especially compared to yours, Sarah..."

Oh no! Should I have said that? I was praying that I didn't make her uncomfortable. I didn't even mean it in a sexual way. I wasn't making a pass at her. It was just hard not to notice her breasts. Especially in a such a low-cut top! Now I knew what it was like for guys who had a hard time making eye contact! Thankfully Sarah just giggled and the impromptu strip show continued. What? Yes, I took off my pants, too! I even offered!

"I could just take off my pants?" I asked, as they were already halfway down my ass already! "Then you could really rub that oil into my legs?"

Sarah's Side: My heart started to race. Did she just say what I thought she said?? Again, it wasn't like I hadn't seen Ally's ass in all its big, naked glory before, but in this scenario... Gosh, I just wanted to kiss her and grab those big buns! What a beautiful, sexy woman. And she commented on my breasts? Was that because she was turned on? Interested in me? I don't know, but I had to stay cool and just enjoy what was happening now. It was certainly more than I ever hoped for when we were simply meeting to talk about the old times and business!

Just watching Ally pull down her pants was fun, wiggling her big bum as she inched the tight jeans down her shapely legs. Again, she was so cute, giggling and saying, "oops," as quickly pulled up her panties (they were almost all the way down her ass) before getting back to the pants that were still around her knees. With the jeans finally off (that was some work! Ha!) Ally got back on the couch, now wearing just her black bikini panties.  

I began rubbing the oil on her back and she let out the sexiest moan. As my hands got lower and lower on her back, my heartbeat began racing again, my eyes fixed on her globular bottom cheeks. While her panties were resting low on her hips, the shiny underwear couldn't contain Ally's generous backside, as the black material was riding into her crack with her jiggling cheeks clearly hanging out of the leg-holes.

As I reached Ally's lower back and the beginning of her delicious tush, I knew what I wanted to do, but I thought better of it and moved to the legs. "What a beautiful view," I thought, staring at Ally's crotch as I rubbed oil on her inner thighs. Again she moaned as I got closer to her ass, perhaps inviting me to massage those voluptuous mounds? I could no longer help myself, rubbing Ally's sizable buns as my fingers went up the leg holes of her bikini.

"SARAH?!" Ally exclaimed, as my heart sank.
"I'm sorry, Allison, I'm sorry!" I screamed, quickly removing my hands from her big, beautiful, bouncy bum.  
"No...no, it's okay, honey," Ally assured me, reaching back to hold my hand as it was shaking. "You just kind of startled me... I guess I wasn't expecting that, but it's fine. This has been amazing. I haven't felt this good in years. Please continue... I'll wedge the panties up my crack so it will be easier..."

I was so relieved! Such a sweet, lovely woman. And while watching Ally give herself a wedgie was hot, damn did I want to do it myself! Maybe someday? Soon hopefully!

I continued massaging Ally's big tushy, admiring the high, tight, sexy wedgie she had given herself. Those mounds were just so full and soft and round and wonderful, and I simply loved the sight of Ally's skimpy black panties bunched up between those deliciously plump cheeks!

As I got lost in the moment, I soon realized that Ally wasn't moaning anymore. Or even moving, as she would occasionally shake her beautiful rump. "Ally?" I asked, looking up at her pretty face. She fell asleep! Ugh! What might have happened next?? Well, my fun was over, and YES, and it was FUN, so I grabbed a blanket and put it over Ally. Yep, I even covered the masterpiece that was Ally's sizable tushy with a delicious wedgie! I finally kissed her on the cheek (she was out like a light) and went to bed myself.

To be continued with Ally versus Dead Girl and Ally versus her newest leotard (you know that will be trouble!).

"Where the hell am I?" I thought, momentarily startled as I woke up in Sarah's house. I couldn't believe it. I fell asleep on her couch and slept through the whole freakin' night! My mind started racing. "Did something happened?? I'm naked... except for my panties, but Sarah just gave me a massage, right? Is this something I should tell Zach? But nothing really happened! She did massage my butt. He would LOVE to hear about that! Okay... this isn't bad. But it is embarrassing... falling asleep at a...well Sarah isn't a stranger, far from a stranger, but still!! I get pissed off at how they continually humiliate me in TSW, meanwhile, I get myself into all of these ridiculous situations in real life! Zoey's psycho ex-girlfriend tying me up and holding me captive, my evening as a Hooter's Girl, and now this?! Sarah must think I'm a total idiot!"

Sarah's Side: I'm an early-riser, so I was already up and dressed as Ally was just waking up. My day got off to a great start, as I walked into the living room with Ally picking her little black panties out of her not-so-little rear end! Wow, what a sight! I could wake up to that everyday! So sexy and adorable, as Ally's big bum was still hanging way out of the panties, even after she fixed them.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" Sarah exclaimed, holding a tray with a cup of coffee and a bagel and cream cheese. And yes, my back was to Sarah and I was picking a huge wedgie as she walked in! I just can't win!

"God, Sarah, I'm sorry," I said, pushing my hair, which was a total mess, off my face.
"Sorry about what, Ally?" she smiled, putting the tray down on a table. "Because you fell asleep here? Don't be ridiculous! It's great having you here! I made you some breakfast... enjoy!"
"Thanks, sweetie," I said, giving Sarah a hug...a TOPLESS hug!

Sarah's Side: Being hugged by a naked Ally? I could get used to that!!

"Gosh, Sarah! I'm such a mess!" I said, totally flustered, embarrassed, you name it... "I forgot that I'm not wearing anything and I hugged you! I'm sorry! I better get dressed...I have to pick up the twins."
"Ally, relax, honey, it's okay," Sarah assured me, and she seemed to be enjoying the hug as she held on tight!  

Sarah's Side: Ally's just adorable when she's all nervous and flustered! I mean, she's usually such a confident woman and she could probably break me in half with her bare hands, so it's just kind of cute when she's like that! And did I mention that I like being hugged by a naked Ally? I even grabbed her butt! I didn't mean it... it's just that she's so much taller than me, so my hand just landed there naturally. REALLY! It was an accident...sort of...

"Okay, it's been awesome hanging out with you, Sarah, but I have to go," I said, putting my bra on, followed by my jersey. "Of course, the idea of trying to squeeze back into these jeans again..."
"I have some gray sweats you could wear?" offered Sarah. "They're really baggy on me, so they should fit you..."

I took Sarah up on her offer, as the world had seen enough of my 'plumber's crack,' and while the sweat pants only reached a little below my knees and were kind of tight in the seat, they were still more comfortable than those low rise jeans!

"Sarah, you're a life saver!" I said, fully clothed and reaching for my pocketbook. "These don't look too terrible, do they?" I asked, turning around so she could see how the pants fit on my butt. Sarah answered, "They look fine," then slapped me on the ass! Hard! "Sorry," she said, looking a little embarrassed herself. "I just get a little too enthusiastic sometimes!"

Sarah's Side: To be honest, the sweat pants looked ridiculous on Ally. They were TIGHT! Skintight! "Painted on," if you will. I mean, you could see her entire ass crack! The gray pants weren't just "hugging" her butt tightly. They were WEDGED deep between her big buns. You could see everything, and I mean everything! Hello, cameltoe! I could just imagine the scene... I'd be at the mall with some of my girlfriends and we'd see Ally and her mega-wedgie and just laugh at her! Of course, secretly I would be thinking about all of the things I would like to do to that fleshy piece of plump perfection, but I would laugh along with my friends. How could you not at a woman who would not only stuff her huge butt into a pair of pants that were way too small and very revealing, but actually wear them out in public?? No matter where you are, there's always that one girl battling a major wedgie, and unfortunately for her, everyone stares and has a little fun (or a lot!) at her expense. That girl is Ally! That spanking? I just couldn't help myself, although a part of me did feel bad. That big butt in those super-tight sweat pants deserved a spanking! And, well... I spanked a girl and I liked it!  

"Thanks again, Ally!" Sarah said, walking me out of the house. She was definitely the touchy / feely type, putting her arm around my waist first, then... well... her hand slid down and was kind of on my butt. It really wasn't a big deal. Well, until they showed up!

"Well... well, looks like you guys had some fun last night!" said the last person in the world who I wanted to see at that moment! Phoebe freakin' Flare!

"Oh God... I forgot they were coming," whispered Sarah, quickly taking her hand off me as Phoebe and John O'Reilly Jr. were walking up the driveway towards us. "We were meeting to discuss business... I hadn't planned on you coming over, never mind staying overnight... I forgot. I'm so sorry, Allison."

I was embarrassed like never before, which is saying something for me! I mean... it looked exactly how it looked! My hair was a mess, I was holding my clothes, it was the morning... I looked like I just rolled out of bed!

"Hi, Phoebe... John," I said, wanting to teleport to another dimension. Any dimension but this one!
"Hi there, Ally," Phoebe smirked, John with his hand over his mouth, trying to contain his laughter. "Guess you're really JUMPING ON your new opportunity, Ally?"
"No... no," I answered, as I really didn't know what to say!
"It wasn't like that at all!" piped up Sarah. "I was attacked last night... and Ally saved me... and drove me home. I was too shaken to drive home myself! So... so be quiet!"
"Riiiiight," said Phoebe sarcastically, John still laughing. "Don't you have kids, Ally? Certainly with an ass that big! Seriously, you must have had a good reason to stay the night? Some passion, perhaps? A booty call, or in your case, a BIG booty call?"

I wanted to break that little Barbie doll Phoebe in two! And watching John Jr. laugh... grrrrrrrrrrrrr! But I couldn't do that. I mean, what else would they think? How could I defend myself? BUT who was Phoebe to talk?? Um... she's sleeping with her boss! And she just happened to be the champion and the top wrestler in the company! I really wanted to say that stuff, but I didn't. I just wanted some peace between us. I just wanted to work together, put on a kickass show, and make some money. But, of course, Phoebe wouldn't stop.

"My lord, I thought your leotards were bad!" she smirked, leaning to the side so she could look at my butt. "Enjoying that wedgie, Ally? Or should I ask Sarah?"

"Listen, Phoebe, think what you want," I said, shaking my head as I began to walk by her to my car. "I have to go..."

"Such a tight ass!" Phoebe cracked, but she wasn't finished with me yet. After all, I hadn't been humiliated enough! Just as I walked by her, she grabbed the back of the sweat pants I borrowed from Sarah and yanked them up my ass! "Poor choice of words on my part," she said, adding a second hand to increase the pressure on my butt crack and crotch. "You have anything BUT a 'tight ass,' Ally! It's so big and it jiggles... a lot!"

Phoebe tested that theory, giving me a HARD spanking, and of course, my butt did jiggle. So embarrassing! Damn it, I wanted to kick her ass, but truthfully, she had me in a bad position -- behind me with a handful of my pants -- and as I said earlier, I really, really wanted to just peacefully coexist with her and John. I didn't fear being fired with Sarah around, but punching Phoebe out wouldn't exactly make for a positive working environment. Although, it would be fun!

"We should take pictures of this for the website!" laughed Phoebe, spanking me again as she continued cranking the sweat pants up my ass. "The perverts who love Ally would get plenty of... um... entertainment from this little scene! Whoops, did I say 'little'? Again, poor choice of words with Ally's gigantic tushy as the subject matter!"

"Leave her alone, you bitch!" yelled Sarah, trying to pull Phoebe off me. Poor Sarah... her heart was in the right place, but she isn't exactly a powerhouse as Phoebe continued to maintain her grip on my pants. "What a team!" laughed Phoebe. "You have Sporty Ally and her big, bouncing behind and Artsy Sarah and her super-huge boobs. TSW's newest tag team, Tits & Ass!"

That Phoebe, such a comedian! Stay classy... bitch!

"Okay, let her go, Phoebs," said John, finally taking a little responsibility as one of the owners of the company! "Let's save Ally's fat ass wedgies for TSW."

Another class act!

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It was finally fight night! I got so excited as I drove into the TSW Arena parking lot and saw the big sign, "Sporty Ally vs. The Living Dead Girl, TONIGHT!" We were the main event! And the winner would receive a title match against Phoebe Flare!

"Oh no!" I thought, as I pulled my new leotard on. It was too small! And take a wild guess where it was particularly uncomfortable? Yes, the BUTT! Was my ass really that big?? A lot of guys had sent me requests to wrestle in a thong, and they would be basically getting their wish! I mean, my other leotards showed some butt (and even more as my matches continued!), but this one was a good three quarters of the way up my cheeks right when I put it on! I'm sure you're asking yourself, "Why would she buy a leotard that was so obviously small, AND then wear it for a match?" Simple answer -- KIDS! When you have kids, you tend to be easily distracted, and that's what happened to me as I ordered this leotard online. Noisy kids, fighting kids, and kids who want to get on the computer themselves. And besides being easily distracted, your memory suffers because you have two additional people you have to remember everything for. So I also completely forgot to try the leotard on. Don't get me wrong, I love Julia and Jason more than life itself, but I just wanted to give you a brief glimpse into the life of a parent, and in my case as a single mom.

Anyway, I thought about racing home and getting another leotard, but that would have been cutting close. I still had to talk to John and Sarah about what they wanted to see in the match, then actually plan the match out with Dead Girl. We'd decide a lot of things in the ring as the match continued, but we still needed to work out a basic framework. Plus, I liked being in the arena for the entire show. Wrestlers who are only around for their matches are frowned upon. So, I was going to wear this new leotard. It did look cool -- it was shiny spandex, black down the sides and red in the middle. I also got matching elbow pads and knee pads (red padding on black) and shiny, new black boots. But, gosh, the leotard was SO high-cut on the sides, with a low-cut top, and the only way that I could keep my boobs in was wearing the bottoms high up my butt crack.

I had a good talk with Dead Girl. Unlike Paris and Spice, she was really cool the first time we met / wrestled. It was still an embarrassing match for me because it was so one-sided and there was the post-match angle, but she just did as she was told where Paris and Spice went out of their way to humiliate me in every way. And took great pleasure in it! I usually don't harbor a grudge, but I really do hate those two.

It was time for the match and I would enter the ring first. My theme song, "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins, blared from the speakers and the crowd went crazy! God, I was so thankful the way they stayed behind me, and I hoped to reward them with a great match. Of course, I also got my share of cat calls and rude comments as I walked down the aisle with my big butt cheeks devouring what little was there of my leotard, but I certainly expected it. I had one of those special moments, too. As I got to ringside, three young girls in the front row where cheering my name and I went over and hugged them. I love doing stuff like that! I also made eye contact with Zach, who was also sitting ringside, and we threw each other a kiss.

As I stood waiting for The Living Dead Girl, the arena got dark and out she came to her funeral dirge theme music. Gosh, she was tall! Maybe 6'4", and she had a great body -- some muscle, with lots of curves, and just in perfect shape. Her arms were exposed, and I could see that she had gotten a lot of tattoos since we last wrestled. She had "sleeves," as they say. She slowly climbed into the ring and took off her long black robe, revealing a black (fake) leather leotard with fishnets underneath and tall black boots. Definitely a more revealing and sexier outfit than she wore the first time we wrestled, and she just looked cool! She had a pretty face, long black hair, black eyeliner... she was going to make a lot of money in this business!

We stood face to face (well, with me looking up at Dead Girl... that doesn't happen often!) in the center of the ring, as the referee went through the rules. The crowd was already cheering, still behind me mostly, and it had that big match feel. It was a big match -- the winner would be the #1 contender for the TSW Women's Title!

The bell rang for the match to begin, and I instinctively picked at the back of my leotard, as I already had a huge wedgie. Of course, it suddenly felt like my breasts were about to pop out, so I quickly adjusted the straps on my top, making my wedgie as bad as it was seconds ago!

We started with a power display by Dead Girl as she just tossed me around the ring. It was a good way to establish her size and strength advantage and me as the underdog. After charging her, only to get tossed on my ass a couple of times, I stayed down on the mat looking intimidated. On the wardrobe malfunction front, my boobs stayed in my leotard on two big bumps, but I did have the wedgie to end all wedgies! Seriously, it was high, tight, and splitting your favorite lady wrestler in half!

I got up off the mat and gave the fans (at least some of them) a little unintentional titillation rubbing my mostly naked butt. A bunch of guys within listening distance whistled and began chanting "You have a wedgie!" Ugh! They were a small minority, but I didn't want to make this match all about my ass and this ridiculous leotard! That said, if my boobs popped out, that would be an absolute nightmare, so the leotard was staying wedged high up my ass.

Again I charged Dead Girl, but this time I went into a forward roll, ducking out of the way of her powerful arms, then getting behind her and chopping the back of her leg. The wily veteran (that's me!) using the old "chop down the tree method" against the giant. Dead Girl went down, and from there I applied a sleeper hold, putting all my weight on her back in an attempt to really trap her.

Well, my trap was a colossal failure as Dead Girl did not go to sleep and actually stood up,  carrying me on her back! Within seconds I was flat on my back as she grabbed me around the neck, flipping me over her head and slamming me to the mat.

She lifted me off the mat by the hair and scooped me up for a bodyslam. Again, the "Perverted Guys Choir" began whistling and cheering as Dead Girl was totally grabbing my ass as she lifted me up. I didn't mind, she really couldn't help it and at least she wasn't giving me a rectal exam like some of the other women with their probing fingers, but those guys were really getting on my nerves! Maybe it was just my stupid leotard getting on my nerves, but I did want to jump in the crowd and slap those losers!

Anyway, Dead Girl demonstrated her power, pressing me high over her head before slamming me to the mat. It looked like a total mismatch so far, and I'm not talking about my skimpy leotard versus my big butt!

At this point, Dead Girl was just toying with me, bouncing me off the ropes and into a bear hug. If only it was just a bear hug, as she lifted me off the ground and yanked my leotard up my back! Ouch! It wasn't intentional, as I usually got a big wedgie from a bear hug (it's hard to avoid in a high-cut one-piece), but my leotard had to be halfway up my back... at least! I didn't exactly have to act like I was in pain from the bear hug since my ass crack and crotch were ON FIRE!     

And yes, the Perverted Guys Choir (I like that name!) just loved this scene, chanting "You have a wedgie!" again, and even worse "Ally has a big butt!"

"I'm sorry," whispered Dead Girl. It was easy for us to talk because the crowd was loud, and it was difficult to see us talking since we both had really long hair and could hide it. "It's okay," I responded. "It would look bad if you loosened the hold, so just keep going."

God, it really did hurt! And as I often did during bear hugs, I wrapped my legs around Dead Girl to sell the hold (showing that I was in tremendous pain), and that only made my leotard go deeper inside my ass as my cheeks opened up. Yes, you would think that I'd be used to wedgies at this point, but you could never prepare for a wedgie like this one! Ouch!

Sarah's Side: Sorry to interrupt your match, but I had to comment! Oh my God! WEDGIE!! It was vintage Ally, looking totally helpless, screaming, and everyone in the arena looking at her big, naked butt! Talk about a super-duper-mega-massive-gigantic-ginormous WEDGIE! I mean, Ally almost looked naked from behind, the leotard was pulled so far up her back and underneath her hair. Just that thin red spandex strip, looking like it was about to snap as it pulled up on Ally's ass crack. Gosh... those big jiggling butt cheeks were a breathtaking sight, and I must be the biggest perv EVER, but I could plainly see that Ally's leotard wasn't just wedged inside her ample backside. With Living Dead Girl holding her high in the air and from where I was sitting (ringside), Ally's *ahem* womanhood was on FULL display. My lord! That woman! I just wanna...

Wait, where was I? I'm still here! I didn't faint, or anything like that. Anyway, I always wondered if Ally enjoyed playing the sexy, helpless damsel in distress. She seemed to be anything but a damsel, with her real life toughness (the girl can flat out handle herself in a fight... unlike a lot of wrestlers) and her whole "I'm an athlete, NOT a wrestling diva" persona, but damn, did she play the role well! I'm sure she'd tell you that it's just her being a pro, and good selling is essential for any babyface wrestler, but I couldn't help but think about it. And fantasize! I would watch other wrestlers -- totally cute girl-next-door types, or super-hot girls who looked like they stepped off a modeling runway, and none of them could sell as well... and yes, look as helpless and sexy as Ally! Of course, I wouldn't be telling the whole story if I didn't say that Ally's leotards contributed to my viewing pleasure. Her attire always seemed like a bit of contradiction to me too. On one hand her leotards were "sportier" than what a lot of the other women wrestled in, but it was still always Ally showing the most skin. I always enjoyed what I called the "contrast" with Ally practically naked with her leotard wedged high up her ass, as her opponent in long tights was almost totally covered. Plus, the opponent could give Ally a wedgie and she really couldn't get revenge by returning the favor. Oh, and the spankings were so much hotter on Ally's wedgie-exposed, jiggling tushy! Again, it made me wonder since Ally chose to wear those leotards, and NO DOUBT she could feel that shiny spandex riding up between her cheeks constantly!

All right, enough of me and back to the match! When we last left the action, Sporty Ally was in a bear hug (more like a WEDGIE hug! Ha!) as she was being dominated by the big, bad Living Dead Girl!

We had done the bear hug spot for long enough, so it was time for me to escape. Of course, for some of my fans, the bear hug spot was never long enough! I had this whole group of guys (or one obsessive dude with a lot of email accounts!) who absolutely loved seeing me trapped in a bear hug! Anyway, I let out a primal scream that got the crowd going and head-butted my way out of the bear hug. With Dead Girl staggered by my head-butt, I fell to the mat and quickly looked down to see that my boobs were covered, which they were, but my crotch wasn't! I had a huge frontal wedgie, and you-know-what was showing! Luckily I had a few seconds to fix it (and one hell of a bikini wax!) before action continued.

With my womanhood covered and secured, I crawled over to the ropes, using them to aid me in getting to my feet, and stood with my back to said ropes, waiting for the next sequence. Dead Girl then charged me and clotheslined me over the top rope and out to the floor. I took an awesome looking bump, if I do say so myself, my legs high in the air as I was turned upside down, before completing the my flip and falling to the floor. I made Dead Girl look like a powerhouse!

I "played dead" on the floor for a few seconds before getting on my hands and knees. As luck would have it (my freakin' luck!), I was right in front of the Perverted Boys Choir, down on all fours with my leotard totally up my butt like a thong. Now, they were making some really rude comments that I'd just assume not repeat, but then one of them totally went over the line, reaching over the  smacking me on the ass! Luckily most of the fans around them booed and called them various names, but of course there was a lot of laughter, and I was humiliated. I just wanted to have a great match and entertain the fans, but every show had that "element," unfortunately. And I was always a target.

I decided I'd just ignore the jerk... not give him the attention he was craving, and keep my mind on the match. I struggled to my feet as I had to be ready for Dead Girl. Like the Undertaker, she did a big dive over the top rope to the outside and I had to be ready to "catch" her. Meaning, it would look like she killed me, but in reality I was breaking her fall.

So I was on my feet, still looking unsteady as Dead Girl came flying over the top rope! It looked amazing seeing a woman that big go airborne, and I was in perfect position "catching" her and timing it perfectly so I fell on my ass with her on top of me. The crowd at it up, chanting, "Holy Shit!" over and over again. That was the atmosphere I wanted! The fans totally into the match.

We both stayed down for a few moments with Dead Girl got up first, naturally. I couldn't believe it... she actually walked over to the guy who smacked my butt and yelled at him on my behalf. That was so cool! He looked like he was about to cry. I loved it!

Dead Girl turned her attention to me, picking me up and putting me over her shoulder so she could run me, shoulder first, into the steel ring post. As she began to move, I jumped off her shoulder, landing behind her and running her in to the ring post! Wham! Dead Girl went down like she'd been shot and the crowd cheered as there was finally some hope for their hero (me, silly!)!

Next, I decided to go hardcore, climbing up on the ring apron and jumping back down on Dead Girl with a big elbow. Cactus Jack would have been proud as I landed it perfectly and looked cool doing it! Gosh... it felt so good as I stood up with my hands in the air and the crowd cheered. I was actually in a good, competitive match, finally.

Now, I had to get Dead Girl back inside the ring. I grabbed her by the hair with one hand, but had to decide where to hold her with the other hand. "Should I grab the back of her leotard?" I thought, the possibilities quickly running through my head. Her black faux leather suit was sturdier and stayed in place better than my leotards, and she was wearing fishnets underneath... A little tug would be all right, right? I didn't want to give her a wedgie, but she was totally selling the ring post collision and the elbow I gave her. She was more or less "dead weight," and would need a little push. Oh, and at 6'4", even in pique physical condition she probably weighed 180 or even 200 pounds.

Well, it was decision time as the referee was counting and I had to get the match back inside the ring. I gripped the back of Dead Girl's costume, pulling her up to her feet, and I didn't have to look at her behind to know what happened! Another "wedgie" chant broke out, as Dead Girl's suit went right up her ass crack! So much for my theory on her sturdier leotard and fishnets! God, I felt bad. I know... ME of all people shouldn't feel bad, as I would be a billionaire if someone gave me a dollar for every time I got my leotard yanked up my ass, but still... Dead Girl was treating me with a lot of respect, and she just had this badass vibe that really didn't go with being wedgied, you know?

Well, the crowd was having fun at Dead Girl's expense, and I think the wedgie even took her by surprise. I heard a uncharacteristic high-pitched "Oh!" from her as I pulled the suit up her crack. I really did feel bad! Anyway, I got the Female Phenom to the side of ring, still holding the back of her leotard, and lifted her up on to the apron. I was giving her a MEGA-wedgie at that point! Ouch! I felt her pain! I finally let go of her costume as she rested on the apron, and it remained buried between her cheeks. And while Dead Girl's bottoms were cut like underwear, they weren't cut really high like mine, but now, as a result of the wedgie, they were high on her hips and up her ass like a thong!

Sarah's Side: Whoa! Hell froze over! Sporty Ally actually GAVE someone a wedgie! MY Ally! The most wedgied woman in the history of civilization! I'm stunned! And I do have to say... Dead Girl isn't really my type with all of the tattoos and goth, but that's one sexay tush! She's no Ally in the junk-in-the-trunk department (who is?!), but the girl from the dark side has plenty of backside! Make a note: Talk to Dead Girl about ordering some Sporty Ally-style wedgie-inducing leotards. Wow, this match is WEDGIEMANIA now that Dead Girl's panties are in a bunch and Ally's leotard is so far up her ass, she may need the assistance of the Navy Seals to pick her wedgie!

The crowd got another cheap thrill (like they needed one!) when I totally fondled Dead Girl's bum as I rolled her into the ring. Not my intention, but it was hard not to touch her big rump since it was basically in my face. On one hand it was a relief that someone besides me was being humiliated for a change, but I did enjoy it. In fact, the entire sequence made me think about how ridiculous I must look getting pulled around by my leotard and fondled and spanked... in almost every match, no less!! Not that I hadn't seen it for myself, of course I've watched all of my matches on video, but actually being in the pit and watching it as it happened to somebody else... And I guarantee the camera was focused right on Dead Girl's ass. These guys never miss, although it probably was a wider shot to make sure they got my ass in the picture too. I still had a monumental wedgie of my own going!

Okay, back in the ring...There was an actual wrestling match for the #1 contender's position for the TSW Women's Championship going on, remember?! Dead Girl, still selling the punishment she took outside of the ring, crawled over to the opposite corner to set up my next move. At that point I thought she might pick the wedgie I gave her, but much to the crowd's delight she didn't! And predictably, the Perverted Boys Choir broke into a "You have a wedgie!" chant as Dead Girl was on all fours with her big wedgied butt pointing upward.

When she got to the corner, she sat down which at least stopped the chant. Meanwhile, I was standing in the opposite corner, waiting to perform my newest move. I didn't have a name for it yet, but I would charge into the corner where my opponent was lying, but turn at the last second and hit them with my butt. A "buttbutt," if you will? I know, it would leave me open for tons of ridicule, but other wrestlers had used it and it did have that high-impact look. And it was a much better butt-centric option than the move many fans (or that one obsessive guy with the multiple email accounts again) wanted me to do - the Stinkyface. That's a move where I would wedge my leotard up my ass then rub my butt in my opponent's face! I mean, how gross does that sound? Yes, I have done some face-sitting during my private sessions (well, just with my beautiful little lunatic friend Zoey!), but in front of a crowd and after working up a good sweat? Um... no thanks! And how would it be for my opponent?? Yuck!

Okay, I ran towards the corner, did a sudden 180 degree turn and nailed Dead Girl in the face with my bum. Just a quick blow, none of that rubbing nonsense, and the fans seemed to like it. Lots of cheers, except for a few perverts who wanted me to do the move to them next. At least it wasn't insulting and it did make me giggle. Once again, Dead Girl really had her "selling shoes" on as she let out a scream, fell to the side, and out of the ring again! It looked cool and I appreciated her selling for me like that, but we hadn't planned that and now I'd have to go out and get her back in the ring again??

I hopped out of the ring, and Dead Girl was out-of-it again. Just lying flat on her face, and yes, her black, faux leather suit was still wedged high between her fishnet-covered buns. Gosh... I'm not saying that my wedgies aren't uncomfortable, but that fake leather all bunched up and deep inside Dead Girl's big tush looked absolutely painful. Sometimes you see a wedgie (like the one I had in the ridiculous leotard I was wearing) and it almost looks like a thong, but Dead Girl so obviously had a wedgie -- the material all bunched up with lots of creases coming out of the top of her butt crack. Pain. In. The. Ass. Literally!!

Anyway, I didn't want to give Living Wedgie Girl (yeah, like I should talk!) another wedgie, so I grabbed her around the waist from behind and lifted her up on her knees. God, she was heavy and still doing the dead weight routine. I really appreciated that she was making me look so strong -- it was like I just ran her over with an 18-wheeler with the way she was moving (or not moving), but her selling, or perhaps overselling, was making it difficult for me.

So I dragged her to the ring, but now the real  challenge would be lifting her on to the apron to roll her back inside. Again, a big tug on the back of her costume would have got the job done, but I decided to use a different method, with disastrous results! I reached down and put my arm between Dead Girl's legs to lift her up. And like when I gave her the wedgie, Dead Girl let out a high-pitched "Oh!" as I had my hand in her crotch! I was just trying to get a get a good grip and a little leverage, but I really should have at least bought her dinner before I tried this! I felt horrible, and the crowd on that side of the ring immediately picked up on it and started whistling and cheering. So I panicked and moved my hand back, grabbing a handful of Dead Girl's ass with my fingers going deep between her cheeks! I was mortified, as the whistling and laughter got louder! I guess it was effective since Dead Girl quickly rolled into the ring just to get away from me! Who could blame her? I did feel terrible, but as with wedgies, the same thing had happened to me on many occasions, unfortunately.

I really wanted to get the match back on track, and we had planned something cool that would do just that, I hoped. Randy "Macho Man" Savage, a wrestling legend , had died recently and I wanted to do a tribute to him. I decided to do his finishing move, the Diving Elbow Drop, as it wasn't in my usual repertories and everyone knows that it's Macho Man's signature move. It was an elbow drop from the top rope, so with Dead Girl down in the middle of the ring, I climbed to the top rope to deliver the blow. Of course, the perverts in the audience still had there fun as I bent over on the top rope, getting my balance as I stood up to do my leap. Some asshole even yelled, "I think she farted!" as my butt cheeks were open with my leotard wedged deeply inside my crack, before I was able to totally straighten up. That got a lot of laughter, and while it bothered me a little, I knew that most of the fans supported and respected me. It just kind of sucked... we were busting our butts to give them a good match, and some of the fans, a small minority for sure, were just there to ridicule us. And as I've said before, I'm not uptight and I enjoy looking sexy for the fans (it is part of the job, I understand that), but give me some respect and respect the fans around you who don't want to hear those tasteless comments!

All right, I'll get off my soapbox AND do my leap off the top rope! I raised my arms in the air, Macho Man style, then came flying down on to the prone Dead Girl with the big elbow. The crowd immediately picked up on what I was doing and began chanting "Macho!" That was cool! I pointed up to the sky before going for the pin on Dead Girl. Oh yeah, I was also quite relieved to see that my breasts stayed in my top!

I got a 2 and a half count on Dead Girl before she kicked out of the pin. I gave a look of disbelief that she was able to kick out after taking such a devastating move, then my eyes got even bigger as she suddenly sat up (like she was lying in a coffin, but still alive) a la the Undertaker. Now the match was about to turn.

We both stood up, but Dead Girl quickly put her hand around my neck to set up a chokeslam. When she chokeslammed me in out first match, she gave me a GIANT wedgie! She had one hand on my neck and the other hand gripping the back of my leotard, and she nearly split me in half! Well, by now, you guys know my luck and this chokeslam was NO different! We had discussed her grabbing the back of leg or even my butt, but Dead Girl either forgot (like last time), or needed a better grip, so again, I looked absolutely ridiculous with my already-wedgied leotard pulled up to my freakin' shoulder blades! Now I let out a high-pitched "Oh!", not because my entire ass was showing (that had been the case since the match started!), but because I also had a major frontal wedgie! And I don't mean a little cameltoe... I was FULLY exposed! I covered up as quickly as I could (I was still up in the air, as Dead Girl held me high for dramatic effect), but the fans on that side of the arena saw, and did they react! I felt particularly bad because there were women in the crowd -- I could see their faces -- and they looked just horrified... embarrassed for me. Then there were the expected rude and just disgusting comments and cheers that I won't repeat. The butt and wedgies jokes they taunt me with were nothing compared to those!

After what seemed like an eternity, Dead Girl slammed me down to the mat and I adjusted the front of my leotard as fast as I could! Dead Girl realized what happened and gave me a few seconds before she lifted me up for the next spot. She pulled me up by the hair, and whispered to me, "I'm sorry... I know we discussed how we'd do it... I had a brain fart." I told Dead Girl not to worry about it. We had both had our share of humiliation in the match, and it wasn't over yet (I mean the humiliation, not just the match)!

Anyway, I was back on my feet and some guy yelled, "You forgot to pick that leotard out of your big, fat ass, Sporty Wedgie!" What an asshole! And he was so freakin' loud! Everyone could hear him. Ugh! There was some laughter, but that was quickly drowned out by cheers and whistles as Dead Girl picked me up and put me over her shoulder. The classic "over the shoulder carry," as the perverts online call it, where I'm bent over with my big behind pointed high in the air. It was quite a view, I'm sure, with my leotard still wedged high up my bum! And we probably got additional sexy points for Dead Girl's hand squeezing my ass as she carried me! One humorous note: Since I was bent over Dead Girl's shoulder, I was facing her butt and she had only picked half her wedgie. One side of her shiny black suit was still totally wedged up her crack while the other side was back in place! What an amateur wedgie picker! And It looked ridiculous.

Okay, there was a purpose to all of this, and that was setting me up for a superplex. A superplex is just a suplex off the top rope. Dead Girl, basically handling me like I was a little girl (she's so big!), sat me down in the ring corner on the top rope. She then climbed to the second rope and put my head under one arm while she hooked the leg-hole of my leotard with the other. I knew another wardrobe malfunction was coming, but I really wanted to do the move. I whispered to Dead Girl not to pull my leotard too hard, but once I went up in the air, it was pulling hard up my ass, but through some miracle (or the angle she was pulling it), I wasn't getting a frontal wedgie! That was a relief!

The crowd popped huge as I was turned upside down with my legs high in the air. The superplex was a rather spectacular move to begin with, and being delivered by a woman who was 6'4" made it look amazing! I landed flat on my back thinking everything was all right. Sure my leotard wedged up my butt tighter than ever, but everything else was covered. At least I thought so...

"Gosh, Ally!" said Dead Girl, looking down at me. The audience was still rather loud, so I don't think they could hear her. "Your...boobs!"

My breasts popped out of my leotard! I was so busy selling the superplex and soaking in the reaction of the crowd, I didn't even realize! Well, the Pervert Boys Choir realized, they started chanting "Sporty Titties!" I was so embarrassed! I almost started to cry. This was my big match and it had become a softcore porn sideshow! At least Dead Girl had the presence of mind to get on top of me like she was going for a pin, and I was able to put my breasts back in my leotard. The referee, who had to be enjoying himself as long as he was heterosexual, made the 3 count. I got my shoulder up right before his hand hit the mat for the third time.

Now Dead Girl had that look of disbelief on her face, and the fans seemed to be getting back into the match. I staggered to my feet, but Dead Girl was ready, hitting me with a high kick to the face that sent me flying over the top rope to the floor. The crowd began a "Sporty Ally!" chant, hoping to help me make a comeback that seemed almost inconceivable at the time. I pulled myself up using the ringside barrier, which got a huge pop... well, except for this older woman sitting right in front of me. "There are children here, young lady!" she said sternly. "Your entire bottom is showing! You should wear something appropriate! Miss Phoebe Flare always dresses accordingly... SHE doesn't have to resort to wearing skimpy outfits so everyone can see her behind. Which is a lot smaller than yours, by the way! Disgusting!"

Did I need this?? And as I tried to walk way, she reached over the barrier and spanked me! It was loud too, like if you couldn't see that she spanked my tush, you could certainly hear it. So humiliating! My only revenge against that old bag (yeah, I know that's a terrible thing to say, but she made me so mad!) came when Dead Girl went to get me to throw me back in the ring, she grabbed a handful of leotard (in back, of course) so grandma got an eyeful of my "disgusting" behind! Though It did seem like the rest of the fans on that side of the ring were happy, Dead Girl giving me a good, long wedgie as she walked me to the ring and tossed me back in.

We were both back inside the ring as the end of the match was near. Dead Girl scooped me up for another bodyslam, the pervs enjoying the sight of her hand between my legs and grabbing my bare ass as I continued to leave my ridiculously skimpy leotard (even for me!) wedged up my crack. Again she held me up high before slamming down to the mat. We decided to go with a finish somewhat similar to the Shawn Michaels versus The Undertaker match at Wrestlemania 26, with 'Taker showing some mercy on the beaten Heartbreak Kid before finishing him off.

Living Dead Girl stood over me in the center of the ring, waiting for me to get up. I wrapped my arms around her legs, using her for support as I struggled to get back to my feet. She yelled, "Stay down! You're finished! Just quit!" I screamed "No!" which got a huge pop from the fans, but I definitely looked like I was primed for another defeat. Dead Girl scowled, and just said, "Fine," as she dragged her thumb across her neck, signifying that she was about to finish me off with her finisher, the Tombstone Piledriver.

Dead Girl pulled me to my feet, lifted me up, and started turning me over so she could drop me on my head for the Tombstone. The crowd was silent, fearing that I was done, but I quickly shifted my body back, escaping Dead Girl's clutches and landing behind her. Next, I wrapped my hands around her chin, leaped in the air, bending my knees and planting them in her back. A newer move they call the "Codebreaker."

Now Dead Girl was in trouble as I lifted her up by the hair, kneed her in the stomach, and put her head between my legs. This was set-up for my finisher, the Ally Bomb. I was nervous about performing this move, as very few women were even strong enough to do it in the first place, and now I would be lifting a relative giant in Living Dead Girl. We did practice the move before the match and I was able to do it, but now I was tired and sweaty. Could I do it again, and if not, the results could be disastrous with the potential of Dead Girl being seriously injured. We talked about it extensively before the match and she still wanted to do it. God, I was nervous... excited, too, but really, really nervous.

I signaled Dead Girl that we were about to start by pulling up on the back of her faux leather costume. I tried not to give her a big wedgie, but there were still some whistles as she was bent over and I'm sure some butt crack was exposed (her tushy cheeks were already hanging out a bit). The rest of the crowd was cheering me on, knowing what was coming. I put my arms under Dead Girl's midsection, and lifted her up in the air (flipping her) until she was sitting on my shoulders. I needed to get a good grip on her, so I grabbed the leg-holes of her black costume, giving Dead Girl a HUGE wedgie before slamming her back-first to the mat as I left my feet and landed on my butt. Now the cheers were deafening, and a "Holy Shit!" chant broke out. Seeing such a large woman powerbombed by a much smaller woman was an amazing spectacle (If I do say so myself! Ha!). I went for the pin and the crowd counted the 1-2-3 with the referee! I won! I was now the #1 Contender for Phoebe Flare's TSW Women's Title!

I knew Dead Girl was okay... I was able to ask her during the pinfall as my hair was in her face. She whispered, "I'm fine... well except for the fact that my costume is so far up my ass... ouch." I felt bad again, but I was just relieved that she was all right. With a move like that, if something goes wrong it can have a huge impact on the neck and the spinal chord. And I'm not sure that Dead Girl even realized that she had a huge frontal wedgie too. Ooops!

Anyway, the crowd started the chant where one side of the arena chanted "Sporty!" and the other side followed with "Ally!" It was amazing! The way the fans support me... sometimes I don't understand it, but I'm so, so thankful. The woman who does the interviews, a model / actress named Maria, came into the ring with a microphone and asked me, "How does it feel to win such a big match?" "It feels good," I answered. "Dead Girl is an amazing competitor and a future superstar... It feels good, but I'm not happy 'just being here' ...just being the #1 Contender. If I win the TSW Women's Title? That will make me happy. That will make me feel good. REALLY good. No... not just good... GREAT! Phoebe Flare... you have what I want and I'm coming to take it!"

The crowd went absolutely "apeshit" when I said that. I didn't really plan that promo. It just came to me in the moment. I felt it. I really did want to beat Phoebe Flare and become the champion. In reality it was all pre-determined, but I had this fire burning inside me. A righteous anger after everything they put me through. Damn right I wanted that title and it would mean the world to me!

In what would hopefully become a new tradition, I jumped out of the ring and walked up to Zach, who was sitting ringside. "You were amazing, babe!" he said, as he reached over the barrier to hug and kiss me. And yes, a bunch of guys were begging for a kiss after, but only my Zach! I did slap hands with a bunch of fans and hugged those young girls who were there to support me.

The cheering continued and I got back in the ring so I could acknowledge everyone. I took a bow, which got a big reaction... especially on the side of the arena behind me as my leotard was still wedged high up my ass. And speaking of "high up the ass," Dead Girl continued selling the Ally Bomb, as the referee helped her to the back and she was still sporting the massive wedgie I gave her. What a warrior! Unfortunately some of the "classier" fans spanked poor Dead Girl's big butt as she made her way to the locker room. Again, I felt her pain, having made my share of humiliating walks to the back with a wedgie and some unwanted hands smacking and even pinching my big bum. Ugh. No thanks!

I finally made my way to the locker room and there was Sarah waiting for me. "You were incredible, Ally!" she said, giving me a big hug. "Thanks, sweetie!" I answered, putting my arms around her. "I literally couldn't have done it without you. Thank you!" Gosh, was Sarah really "touchy-feely"...she went to hug me a second time, and just grabbed both of my naked butt cheeks! I was so sweaty, too... kind of gross!!

Sarah's Side: Sporty Ally = Sexy. Sweaty Ally = Sarah's about to faint!!

I escaped Sarah's butt-fondling grasp so I could talk to Dead Girl. It's a tradition in wrestling that you thank your opponent after the match.

"Thank you, Dead Girl," I said, giving her a hug.
"It was an HONOR, Ally!" she answered. "Thank YOU! You're a fucking legend, girl!"
"Awww... that's so cool of you to say," I responded. Honestly, I was kind of embarrassed!
"No... really!" she smiled. "When I beat you the first time, I took so much shit from my friends in the business. They just thought it was outrageous that Sport fucking Ally was beaten like that. I'm serious... you're a legend. So many other wrestlers around the country look up to you. You could make a lot of money if you toured..."
"Thanks again, Dead Girl. It's just tough for me to travel...I have two kids and I'm a single mother."
"I understand, Ally. Just sayin'. And my name is Jessica, by the way. Call me 'Jess'."
"Cool! Where else do you wrestle, Jess?"
"All over. Both coasts. I try to get dates where my band is playing and visa versa."
"You're in a band?"
"Yep, I'm the singer. We're 'Jessica Black and the Seven Dwarfs.' It's kind of a gimmick, since I tower over all of the guys in the band, but we're pretty good. Kind of a Slipknot act with two drummers, a bass player, three guitarists, a keyboard / sample player, and my vocals. We're a metal band that dips into the different sub-genres: thrash, death, goth, and even stoner. We've received some attention online, but we still need a little more of a push. And our manager... well, she was my girlfriend and we broke up. She dropped us, which hasn't helped..."
"Wow, Jess! Sounds good. Well other than the manager / girlfriend part. I'll look you guys up. I'm not a big metalhead, but I want to see you perform! And hey... I have a really good friend. Her name is Zoey. She owns Midtown Music Experience and I think she's managed some bands..."
"Midtown? I love that store!! I spent most of my teenage years in there. I think I talked to Zoey a couple of times. She seemed really cool... a real music person!"
"I'll definitely get you in touch with her. She's awesome! And... hey... sorry about those wedgies I gave you..."
"Ha! Don't worry about it, Ally. That was an honor too. You are the Queen of Wedgies, although you're usually on the receiving end! And I still got you a few times. Not that your leotard needed much 'help.' Looked like you were having some ride-up problems there..."
"Ha! True. And nip-slips... and cameltoe..."
"Yes! Wow! Did I get distracted a few times. But seriously, I'm used to wedgies. When you're as big as I am, finding clothing that fits isn't easy. And the guys in my band... well they associate wrestling with wedgies, so they're ALWAYS giving me them! I hate it sometimes... I'm trying to be this badass heavy metal singer, and the bass player sneaks up on me and pulls my panties up my ass so they're sticking out of my pants! During the fucking concert, no less! And it's impossible to fix the panties in my skintight leather pants or shorts! Trust me, they'll LOVE watching our match when it's available online!"
"You're so cool, Jess! And I'll get you in touch with Zoey!"

Wow, was Dead Girl or Jess COOL! And I had another motive, besides music, for her to meet Zoey. Jess likes girls and Zoey likes girls and Zoey likes wrestlers and Zoey likes musicians and Zoey likes big butts and Zoey likes wedgies... Whether Jess will sit on her face, I don't know...Ha! But otherwise, it could be a perfect match! Hmmmm...  

Nice ending another episode on a positive note! And I'm finally getting a match with Phoebe! YES!! But trust me, while things are looking up, my struggle will continue. There's trouble ahead...

The End