A Wrestler’s Tale: Episode 9
By Dark J
I dropped the twins off at Emily's and drove down to the TSW Arena. Was I still feeling guilty? As a responsible mother who shouldn't get herself into these situations, yes, but I had to do something. I couldn't allow them to hurt Living Dead Girl! And I guess the "I'm Allison Anderson and no one fucks with me" part of me believed that this was a final slap in the face for me from John Jr. and Phoebe -- injure and humiliate my friend because she helped me! Not only were they evil people, but their arrogance got to me. Did they think they could get away with hurting Jessica without a response from me? Probably, because I quit the company after getting my ass kicked by Phoebe and her flunkies! But I only quit because of my kids. As their mother, I couldn't put myself in danger because I had to be there for them. But I couldn't let them get away with this! After what they did to Zach, nobody I love gets hurt by them again! John Jr. and Phoebe thought they scared me away. Well, I don't scare easy.
I called Sarah back as I got close to the arena. "Sarah, I'm on my way," I said. "Just unlock the back door. That's the only way I'll be able to get in, I'm sure. Plus, I want to surprise them. They were ready for me the last time. That won't happen again."
"Ally!" Sarah exclaimed, hugging me as I came through the back door. "I'm so sorry," she said, crying hysterically. "I know everything that happened! I hate them! I hate them! I fired Paris and Spice. Unfortunately my brother is protecting Phoebe. She's out there right now… wrestling Living Dead Girl… They have something planned for her…"
I watched the match from a TV monitor in the locker room. It was early in the match and nothing suspicious had happened yet, although it was clear that Dead Girl was about to pay for her "sins." Jessica was much bigger than Phoebe, with an intimidating gimmick very close to The Undertaker's, but Phoebe was just manhandling her. She attacked Dead Girl in the corner to start the match. Dead Girl looked defenseless, as she quickly went down under Phoebe's onslaught. There was just no way, even in a competitive match, that Phoebe should dominate Dead Girl like that! I beat Dead Girl, but she still kicked my butt for most of the match.
Phoebe lifted Dead Girl up by the hair and the back of her costume to toss her out of the ring. Jessica was wearing a high-cut, black, faux-leather leotard with fishnets underneath. Of course Phoebe gave Dead Girl a massive wedgie when she lifted her off the mat, yanking the faux-leather suit up her ass as she threw her to the floor. Phoebe giving Dead Girl a wedgie wasn't a big deal, but the way she was just destroying her was just ridiculous! Dead Girl had built up such credibility as a fighter, and Phoebe was going to turn her into a jobber in one night! I know… I was bigger than most of my opponents and usually sold for most of the match, but "Sporty Ally" was more of the classic good girl. The fans accepted me, and really, loved me as the damsel in distress who never stopped fighting. While they rooted for me (well, most of them), they loved watching me in constant peril. But Dead Girl looked intimidating as fuck, and they loved watching her kick ass!
Anyway, while the booking of the match was ass-backwards, nothing really wrong happened yet. As much as I wanted to go out there and beat Phoebe senseless, I wasn't go to interrupt the show until I saw something.
Dead Girl was being a total pro, doing her best to follow the script as she crawled around the outside of the ring on her hands and knees with Phoebe stalking her. I certainly knew how Jessica felt, as several fans sitting at ringside reached over the barrier and smacked her on the ass! Classy! One guy even pulled on her leotard, which couldn't have been comfortable since she already had a giant wedgie! And a leather wedgie? That had to hurt! Even fake leather. Ouch! As someone who's had many a material wedged up my ass, I wouldn't go near leather!
Phoebe caught up to Dead Girl, and just kicked her in the ass! So embarrassing! Then she picked Dead Girl up by the hair and her wedgie for the next spot. The crowd chanted "Wedgie!" as Phoebe had Jessica's leotard halfway up her freakin' back! It looked like she was just going to toss Dead Girl back in the ring, but instead she bounced her off the ring post. Jessica sold it huge, letting out a scream before falling flat on her face.
Okay, this match was ridiculous… should have been a lot more competitive / back & forth, but there wasn't anything overly stiff or terribly humiliating. Of course, Phoebe had only just begun!
Again she picked Dead Girl up by the back of the suit and slammed her head on the apron. Dead Girl tried to collapse to the floor, but Phoebe held her up and bent her over the apron. You couldn't do that with most of the women (because of the height of the ring), but Jess was so damn tall. This is when the hardcore humiliation started, as Phoebe began spanking Dead Girl as hard as she could! Now I was thinking about charging down to the ring. Dead Girl was bent over with her leotard wedged high up her ass, and she was being SPANKED! But the crowd loved it, and while Jess didn't have a big, jiggly ass like mine (it was pretty much the perfect size), her butt was definitely bouncing. That always got cheers. And, of course, the TSW cameramen never failed in getting the most perverted angle, as the camera was right behind Jessica's ass, and at one point there was super-close-up! Her big butt and wedgie covered the entire screen. Ugh!
Now the crowd actually started cheering Phoebe, which made me sick to my stomach! She played up to them, fondling Dead Girl's butt and grabbing a microphone. "Isn't she such a show-off?" Phoebe asked, referring to Jessica's leotard being wedged up her ass. And keep in mind that Dead Girl was still bent over the ring apron. "Such an embarrassment to TSW!" Phoebe continued, sticking her fingers into the leg-holes of Dead Girl's leotard and picking her wedgie. "We already got rid of that fat-ass Sporty Ally! We don't need another slut showing off her big, smelly, celluloid-covered tushy!"
God, what a fucking asshole! Although, I did feel a little better when the crowd booed the crap out of Phoebe after she said that about me! Sarah told me that right before the matches started, they announced I had a knee injury and would be out indefinitely. And that they would find a new opponent for Phoebe. She said the crowd was pissed off!
The match continued with Phoebe grabbing the back of Dead Girl's leotard and rolling her back inside the ring. Again, poor Jessica was sporting a major wedgie as Phoebe went for the pin. She got a 2 and ½ count before Dead Girl lifted a shoulder. Phoebe screamed "No!" and rolled Dead Girl over on to her belly. Again she spanked her, with Jess offering no defense. They were making her look pathetic, but I'm sure Dead Girl didn't want to be known as a wrestler who wouldn't cooperate.
Well, the fans were enjoying themselves again as Dead Girl laid on the mat rubbing her sore behind. They also loved it as she slowly crawled over to the ropes on her hands and knees, her leotard still wedged up her ass. Phoebe, sporting a "shit-eating grin," followed her and began choking Dead Girl on the ropes. Really, this match absolutely sucked with Dead Girl just taking a methodical beating without any hope of a comeback, but Phoebe and John only cared about making a point. Not entertaining the fans!
The match got a lot more personal, with Phoebe standing over Dead Girl and holding her by the head. "APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE TO ME NOW!" she screamed into Jessica's face, tilting her head up with one hand under the chin and the other holding on to her hair. "NO! NO!" replied Dead Girl, who would go through this sham of a match at her own expense, but would never compromise her principals by apologizing for saving me. Good for her!
"You stupid cow bitch!" Phoebe screamed, yanking a strand of Dead Girl's long black hair (w/blue streaks) out of her head! Phoebe was incensed and she was about to take it out on Jessica. Again she grabbed Dead Girl by the hair and the back of her leotard and tossed her into the middle of the ring. At this point, as with the attack on Zach, the fans seemed to sense that something else was going on here. That something was wrong. Usually they would cheer as Phoebe gave Dead Girl another massive wedgie, but it was dead silence this time.
With Dead Girl flat on her back, suffering the added indignity of having her leotard wedged in her vagina, Phoebe quickly applied her finisher, the Figure Four Leg Lock. Dead Girl screamed and tapped almost immediately, signaling the end of the match and a dominant victory for Phoebe.
The fans booed unmercifully at the bad match and that they didn't "buy" Dead Girl being defeated so easily. The outcome to a pro wrestling match is pre-determined, and most fans understand that, but they still expect a certain degree of reality to the matches, and an adherence to the continuity established. In other words, having Dead Girl get her ass kicked like that was total BULLSHIT!
Jessica continued acting like a professional, staying down on the mat and rubbing her legs to sell the Figure Four. She even left her leotard wedged up her ass, as the cameraman made quite obvious, focusing his camera right on Dead Girl's big butt! Ugh!
The match was over and I thought, or at least hoped, that Dead Girl had received the full extent of her "punishment," but I should have known better! Phoebe dragged the "helpless" Dead Girl over to the ropes by the hair and leotard (giving her another massive wedgie!), and Johnny ran to ringside with a pair of handcuffs and Spice's wood paddle that they spanked me with.
It was easy to see that this wasn't planned. Jessica looked horrified, as she was quickly handcuffed to the ropes, with Phoebe raising the paddle. That creep John Jr. ripped Dead Girl's fishnets, so her ass cheeks were totally exposed, and Phoebe began paddling her! That was it; I came charging out of the locker room!
The crowd popped, and quickly realized it was me (I was in my street clothes: A pair of tight jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black faux leather jacket). My knee started to hurt as I ran, but the adrenaline was flowing and I couldn't be stopped. At least that's what I thought!
While Sarah made sure that Paris and Spice were out of the way, John and Phoebe kept Ms. X around in case I came back. As I got close to the ring, I never saw it coming as X jumped out of the crowd and ran at me with a vicious elbow to the head. I went down hard and I was a little woozy.
The crowd was loud, but I could hear Ms. X say, "I've been waiting for you, Slutty!" The next thing I felt were my white satin panties going up my ass, as they were apparently sticking out of my jeans, and X pulled up on them when she threw me in the ring. This was insane! Like the locker room incident, this was just like a wrestling angle, except it was real! "Life imitating art (yes, that's a stretch)."
"Well, look who showed up!" Phoebe laughed, as she briefly turned her attention from Dead Girl to me. "Just in time for the show!"
"You can watch your gal-pal Dead Girl get her ass beaten, but first I get a little more revenge," Ms. X said, kicking me in the ribs! Dammit, did that hurt! "You're not screaming loud enough, Slutty," she continued, kicking me in the ribs again, but I refused to give her the satisfaction! I was down and in a lot of pain between my knee and ribs. Ms. X ripped my jacket off and put it on. "Nice jacket, Slutty, and now it's all mine," she said, smiling underneath her mask I'm sure.
My ribs were "on fire" and I wasn't sure how mobile I could be with my knee, but I knew I had to get up. It couldn't end this way! But maybe it could? This wasn't a work of fiction where the hero always won. I was the babyface, of course, but this was real and I wouldn't necessarily make my big comeback with the fans cheering me on. I was a wrestling hero, but in real life, it felt like I was always fighting a losing battle.
I had rolled over on to my stomach to try to protect my ribs, so Ms. X planted her knee in my back and whacked me hard on the ass. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sarah running down to ringside and screaming for this to stop, but Johnny grabbed her before she could get in the ring. "Could these jeans be any tighter?" X cracked, spanking me again. "I assumed the permanent mega-wedgie was just for your Slutty Ally gimmick, but apparently not!" she continued, as the jeans were super-tight on my cheeks, and the seam in the middle was deep inside my ass crack. That's how they normally fit me. And if they didn't normally fit me that way…
"Let's watch that big cow get hers," X said, grabbing me by the hair and the waistband on the back of the jeans to sit me up. I didn't scream, but I couldn't help but moan as just the slightest movement caused a sharp pain in my midsection. She sat behind me, wrapping her legs around my waist so I couldn't move. I almost cried as Phoebe slammed the paddle against Jessica's ass, over and over again. Jessica was crying. That was all I needed. I was still a bit light-headed, my ribs were aching, and my knee was sore, but I had to shut the pain out. I had to take a stand.
Well, shutting the pain out was next to impossible, but it didn't stop me as I drove my elbow back into Ms. X's head. She fell back, but her legs were still around me, so I twisted her ankle as hard as I could. I jumped on top of X and now it was on. I showed no mercy pounding her with my fists until she begged me to stop. I got up off of her, but she couldn't stand up. It wasn't just the punches… I broke her ankle.
Outside the ring I heard Johnny yell, "Oh shit, she's up! Phoebe look out!" Phoebe had her back turned to me as she continued her sadistic attack on Jessica. She turned around and there I was standing, right in her face. "Now you get what you deserve," I said, my mind in a very dark place.
She tried to run, but I grabbed her by her top and punched her in the face. The crowd exploded, and imagine if they knew what they were watching was real? I'm sure some did as I laid that punch in as hard as I could. So much hurt, so much pain behind that fist. Phoebe was already dazed, as she tried to climb out of the ring and just fell through the ropes. She was probably finished. But I wasn't.
I climbed out of the ring where John Jr. grabbed Phoebe to protect her from me. "Ally, are you fucking crazy?!" he yelled, using his body to shield her. "Easy, Johnny, this is a great angle!" I replied, saying the same exact thing he said to me when Phoebe was beating up Zach. "That's what you said, you asshole!" I continued, the tears rolling down my face.
Of course, the heartless bastard John O'Reilly Jr.'s only response was to shove me. "Really, Johnny?" I said, getting right back in his face. "You don't want this," I warned him, but it turned out he did. I always knew that Johnny was a silver-spoon, momma's boy, pussy, and he did nothing to dissuade me of that notion as I dropped him with one punch.
With Johnny down on the floor, bleeding profusely as I broke his nose, again I turned my attention to Phoebe. "Happy I showed up now, Phoebes?" I asked sarcastically, punching her so hard she went flying over the ringside barrier and into the crowd. It sounded like the roof would come off the arena, the crowd was so loud, and they were 100 percent behind me! It wasn't the typical fun cheer, when one side of the arena would chant "Sporty" and the other would follow with "Ally." Everyone just joined in together chanting "ALLY! ALLY!" They knew something a little different happened that night. The level of emotion was just incredible!
I climbed over the barrier and went after Phoebe, but stopped when I realized people could get hurt. I made my point, and she ran away like I knew she would if it was just the two of us. I never wanted it to come to this, but I would be lying if I didn't admit it felt good. I just wanted to wrestle, help make the company successful, and most importantly make the fans happy, but they made it impossible.
I knew it was a different kind of night when I stood in the crowd and nobody grabbed my ass! One cute little boy told me that he loved me, but he liked it better when I "wrestled in my underwear." That made me laugh. A future Sporty Ally pervert… I mean fan! I gave him a hug and a kiss… he was just adorable. His father piped up that he was "perfectly fine" with my jeans. God, I was so embarrassed when I realized my panties were still pulled above my pants from the wedgie Ms. X gave me! I thanked the father, but he only got a hug! Only the little ones get kisses.
I made my way back through the crowd, slapping high-fives with everyone I could reach. The "Ally! Ally!" chant wouldn't let up, and I can't say I minded! Of course, I still had to check on Jessica, who Sarah was taking care of.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I said, putting my arms around Jessica, both of us crying.
"Are you kidding?" she said, putting her arms around me. "You were amazing! And they're assholes… I'm so proud of you! You've always been my hero, and now… WOW! Sporty fucking Ally!"
"God, you're awesome, Jess," I smiled, kissing her on the cheek. "That means so much to me!"
I turned around and there was Sarah, crying more than the two of us combined!
"It's okay, honey," I said, wiping the tears from her face.
"I just feel so responsible for this," she said, hugging me tightly. "I should have done more…"
"Ow, Sarah, my ribs," I groaned, the adrenaline having left, and the reality that my body was hurting setting in.
"Oh God… I'm sorry, honey!" she said, letting go of me.
"It's okay," I said, lightly rubbing my midsection. "At least the ribs helped me forget about my knee… sort of. But, Sarah, you did everything you could! You did wonders for my career. You can't help it that your brother and his girlfriend are… well, you know…"
"Absolutely, Allison," she said, her head dropping. "My father would have been so ashamed right now… At least they got theirs… Don't mess with Sporty Ally!"
"Well, right now might be a good time to mess with Sporty Ally," I laughed, clutching my ribs. "And please remind me not to laugh! I'll see you later, babe… I have one last thing to do…"
I walked over to Ms. X, who was still waiting for a stretcher for her ankle. "I'll take this!" I said, pulling my jacket off her. "And it's a good thing you wear a mask, because you're a fucking embarrassment. Enjoy that ankle."
Later in Sarah's office…
"How's Jessica doing?" asked Sarah, as we both crashed on her couch.
"Better now," I answered, Sarah getting behind me and massaging my neck and shoulders. "Zoey couldn't be here tonight, thank God… she wouldn't have handled this well… but she just came by and picked up Jess. She's in good hands."
"Cool," smiled Sarah, slowly moving her hands down my back. "They make an adorable couple… and I'm behaving!"
"I appreciate that!" I laughed, reaching my arm back and caressing her cheek. "I think big things are happening soon with Zach. And I don't want to blow it. I'm in love…"
"That's fantastic!" Sarah exclaimed, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "You just don't make it easy sometimes with your butt crack showing!"
"Sorry!" I said, not realizing that my jeans were riding down and half of my naked ass was showing! "I swear, my butt gets bigger every day!" I laughed, standing up to pull up my pants.
"That didn't help!" Sarah laughed, as I hiked the pants up hard (they were really tight!) and gave myself as HUGE wedgie!
"Well, if you're going to be around me, you have to get used to seeing a lot of wedgies," I smiled, the denim seam of the pants pulled up tight between my huge butt cheeks.
"Not such a bad thing," Sarah smiled, giving me a playful slap on the ass.
"Hey, I'm sorry I forgot to ask," I said, sitting back down next to Sarah. "How did it go in L.A.?"
"Not well," Sarah sighed, adjusting her glasses and pushing the hair out of her face. "People seem to like my script, but nobody wants to give me the money to make the film. It's tough out there, and I'm not interested in making some stupid 'popcorn' movie."
"You can't finance it yourself? I asked.
"It would be tough," she answered. "I mean, I could, but it would be awfully risky. If the film bombed, I would be in some trouble…"
"Would doing the pay-per-view with me help?" I asked.
"No," Sarah answered. "Well, yes, it would make a lot more money with you involved, but I can't ask you to do that for me. I know how you feel about Johnny and Phoebe, and as much as it kills me, they'd have to be involved. I can't do it all myself."
"And Phoebe is the champion," I said. "I believe in that title, and that she should be able to defend it. I would be willing to work with her still. If she'll do it, of course…"
"Well despite what they think, they can't do the show without me," Sarah said, "and I'll insist that you're the #1 contender again, Ally."
"Then, I'll do it! Another week should be good enough for my ribs and knee. I want to do this for you, Sarah, and for myself, but I really want to wrestle again for the fans. The way they support me… especially tonight, when I needed it most… I can't thank them enough, and what better way to thank them than by wrestling again?"
To be continued
I didn't hear from Sarah for a couple of days, and got nervous that she couldn't get the match together. After all, even though they deserved it, I did beat the crap out of Phoebe and John Jr., and would they want to work with me? Again, I beat the crap out of Phoebe and John Jr. All right, just indulge me, I love how that sounds! Ha-ha!
My ribs were already feeling better, so the big test was how my knee would hold up under some serious physical exertion. So I went on a run, and while the knee was a little sore, I was able to go six miles without much of a problem. As I was finishing the run, a Prius drove up alongside and the driver said, "Hiya, sweet cheeks!" Who else could that be but Sarah? Okay, a lot of people have referred to me as 'sweet cheeks,' but Sarah was one of the more passionate fans of the Sporty Tushy! "I was just coming to see you, Ally! Get in!"
I got in the car, and Sarah continued driving to my house.
"You must cause accidents running in those tights!" Sarah said with a smile, referring to my gray running tights.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not like I'm running in one of my leotards or short shorts!" I countered, just giving her a hard time. I was fully aware that my tights were… tight. Although… with that said, there are times when I'm not aware I have a giant wedgie, because I always have a wedgie to some degree! I have a big butt and I cannot lie… Anyway…
"I could only see the outline of your ass crack from a mile away!" Sarah laughed. "I was like, 'Wow, what a WEDGIE!' Then I quickly realized, 'It's Ally… OF COURSE!' Ha-ha!"
"Well, I bet those breasts of yours have caused a few accidents!" I shot back, Sarah's 'two friends' very well displayed in a V-neck top.
"I certainly hope so!" she laughed. "But damn… those tights… Do you wear those around your kids?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"Nothing… you're just such a M.I.L.F. It's so hot!"
"Oh God! Sarah!! You'll like this… they love giving me wedgies!"
"That's hilarious, Ally!"
"It does make me laugh! That's how they wake me up in the morning… with a giant wedgie!"
"Well, if they ever get tired of the job, I'd happily fill in!"
"You'll have to get in line, Sarah! One of Jay's friends slept over one night and gave me a 'wake-up wedgie.' Now that was a little weird… and embarrassing… and I was petrified that he'd tell his mother!"
"Oh gosh, Ally… you probably gave that kid the thrill of a lifetime! He'll never forget your big naked butt! You are that mom… the one super-hot mom in the neighborhood, and all the kids want to come over to your house."
"You really do have an active imagination, Sarah!"
"Maybe you could wrestle in long tights?"
"Now we're back to the tights? You like them more than my high-cut leotards? The fans would riot if I ever wrestled in long pants, even if they were skintight."
"Ha-ha! You're probably right. And don't get me wrong, I love your skimpy leotards, but a little variety would be nice. I just love you in everything! God… that night you came over for dinner in that blue dress…"
"Huh? It was a loose fitting dress?"
"Oh, my naïve Allison… it was loose, but the way it rested on your ass… it was just fantastic. You could just see your big butt cheeks moving back and forth through the thin material as you walked… And the full outline of the crack of your ass. I assumed you were wearing a thong, but of course I lifted your dress up later in the evening to… well, you know what we did… heh heh… and your panties were wedged way up your ass…"
"Yeah, they were riding up on me all day… I just gave up trying fixing them after a while."
"And the chair you were sitting on in my dining room had an opening in the back, and your big tush was just sticking out of it… those two sexy humps… I couldn't stop staring…"
"I know… I caught you looking back there a couple of times, Sarah…"
"I couldn't help myself, Ally. And when you got up from your seat to go to the bathroom, the dress was caught between your cheeks. I had never seen such a deep dress wedgie before…"
"Trust me, I felt it in my ass as soon as I got up… I tried to shake it out as I walked, but the dress was just stuck in there. I don't know, I guess I felt a little self-conscious about picking it out in front of you, so I waited until I got to the bathroom."
"Well, in that case I'm glad you were self-conscious, because I fucking loved watching you walk with that giant wedgie. It was crazy… I've watched you wrestle tons of times, some matches over and over again, and of course you had a great wedgie every time, but that dress buried in your ass just drove me crazy!"
"It was driving me crazy, too! Ha-ha! Well, not really with my wedgie-tolerance, but I did laugh at myself as I lifted the dress up to go to the bathroom and realized how badly it was wedged in my ass…"
"Badly? More like deliciously. I was disappointed that you picked it out. Although, only until I realized that it got wedged in your butt every single time you got up!"
"I had a really good time that night, Sarah. I enjoyed everything. And I do mean everything…"
"Trust me, Allison, I can't stop thinking about that night… But what you said… Zach and everything…"
Sarah pulled into my driveway, and as soon she put the car in park I leaned over and kissed her. And much, much more than that, as I began massaging her massive breasts as the hot kiss continued. Our discussion really turned me on (no kidding, right?), and I couldn't help myself. I think I enjoyed Sarah's breasts, like she was all about my ass. It wasn't just her big tits (did I just say 'tits'?), but that those huge boobs were on her otherwise petite body, and she just looked so innocent in general. The medium length brown hair and glasses gave her that cute geek / librarian look. She never looked like she was 'trying too hard,' and with those breasts… WOW. At first, that I knew her before she fully developed (understatement!) made it kind of weird, but now it was kind of naughty in a good way, you know? And the way she talked about my butt? Even her fascination with my constant wedgies… I remember thinking how annoying and embarrassing my wedgie problem was. I had no idea a little material (or a lot in some cases!) riding up my big bum would make people so happy… or… well, you know! I had finally come to grips with it, and yes, I kinda liked it. Especially hearing Sarah talk about it…
"Ally," said Sarah, breathing rather heavy. "I can't begin to describe how much I want this… How much I want you… But I don't want you doing anything you'll regret… Just getting caught up in the moment…"
"I appreciate that, Sarah," I smiled, my right hand still on her breast as I leaned in for another kiss. "Maybe… we shouldn't be doing this…"
"I understand, honey," she said, caressing my cheek. "I started all of it with my big mouth… Anyway, I came here to tell you the match is on… Phoebe still wants to do it. I brought some paperwork by for you to look at and sign. Just dealing with your share of the pay-per-view and DVD sales. It's in the backseat… I just have to reach back and get it…"
"I'll get it," I said, turning around and leaning in between the driver's seat and passenger's seat to reach for the folder with the paperwork.
I was still feeling pretty horny, and, of course, the thought that my big butt was right next to Sarah's head did cross my mind.
"You got it… Ally?" asked Sarah, obviously distracted (the pause) by my ass in such close proximity.
"Almost," I answered, peeking back quickly to see Sarah staring lustily at my butt. What was I doing? Saying one thing and thinking another, apparently! And torturing poor, well-endowed Sarah, as I knew how she felt about my ass and my tights and my ass in my tights. Or my tights in my ass? A more apt description, I would say, as I had an insanely-deep wedgie!
"Well… take your time, Ally," Sarah giggled, mesmerized by my big, wedgied rump, no doubt! "I'm enjoying the view, by the way!"
"Thanks! You know, I can't quite reach the folder, Sarah," I said, wiggling my butt to entice my visually-challenged, mammary-gifted friend. "Could you give me a hand?"
"Oh, absolutely!" she answered, grabbing and rubbing my butt cheeks with both hands!
"Or two hands!" I giggled, Sarah's thumbs inside my crack as she separated my spandex-covered cheeks.
"I love how these look on you, Ally," Sarah said in a breathy voice, pinching the waistband of the tights between her thumb and index finger, and giving me a wedgie. "I bet I'd also love how they look coming off of you, Ally…"
"But, Sarah, people can see inside the car," I said, as she slowly moved the tights down my big butt cheeks.
"Oh, okay," she said, letting go of the tights, but leaving them halfway down my ass!
"But that doesn't mean you should stop!" I laughed, enjoying this way too much.
"And it's not like you're not wearing undies underneath," Sarah, giggled, pulling up on the white cotton panties that were already wedged up my ass like a thong. 'Running wedgie,' hello??
Sarah finally got the tights down my ass (that's a lot of ass to cover, or uncover I should say!), and then rolled them down my thighs until they were just past the knee. Keep in mind that I was still laying on my belly between the car seats. Again Sarah used her hands to massage my butt, which I really enjoyed, and she did, too! Of course, she always had her playful and sometimes devilish side, so she surprised me with a good spanking and gave me another wedgie (with the white cotton panties).
I got another surprise when I suddenly felt Sarah's nose between my ass cheeks. "Sarah!" I screamed, getting really self-conscious. "I just finished a six mile run! You might not want to do that, honey!" "Oh, I don't mind, sexy!" she giggled, spanking me again before diving face-first into my big tushy!
Now, remember when I said that people could see inside the car? Well, I had no idea how prophetic my words would be. Really, nobody could see what we were doing unless they were standing right next to the car. Unfortunately someone, who I knew was coming over but totally forgot about, WAS standing next to the car!
Sarah pulled my panties down, and was licking my ass when there was a knock on the driver's side window. I couldn't actually see who it was for obvious reasons, but I immediately knew it was. "Oh shit!" (Not the best choice of words with what we were doing!) I exclaimed, quickly turning over as I tried to pull up my panties and tights. Stress on 'try,' as the tights were extremely tight and I couldn't get them over big behind that fast! It was Zach!
I was so embarrassed! I mean, regardless of who caught me, what was I freakin' thinking??! Easy answer – I wasn't thinking! It was just Sarah's boobs and my ass, and I lost my freakin' mind! Any hope of a "that's kind of hot" reaction was gone quickly, as Zach looked pissed! And please, no jokes about me 'getting caught with my pants down'!
"Zach, I'm sorry," I said, finally getting the tights back up over my butt. "It's just… I'm an idiot…"
"No, Ally, it was all my fault," Sarah said, stepping up to take the blame. "Really, Zach… she said 'no' and we were about to stop…"
"Thanks, Sarah, but it was all me," I interrupted. "I'm so sorry, Zach…"
"I don't know, Ally," he said, pushing my hand away as I tried to caress his cheek. "It was one thing with Zoey… but her… I don't even know her. And with Zoey the three of us were having fun. It just… it just makes me wonder, you know? Wonder how interested in me you really are…"
"Oh, Zach," I said, beginning to tear up. "I love you, baby! I won't make any excuses… What I did was wrong, and I'm so sorry. You're the best thing to ever happen to me. You know that…"
"I do?" he said, turning his head away. "I'm not really sure about that."
Again I tried to reach for him, but he just turned away and walked off. "Zach, please don't go!" I yelled, running after him, but he got in his car and drove off.
"Damn," I said, Sarah's hand on my shoulder. "Just when everything is finally good, I find a way to fuck it up!"
"I'm sorry, Allison," Sarah said. "I'm nothing but trouble for you."
"No, you're not, Sarah," I responded. "I wanted to do that just as much as you… if not more. Thank you for trying to take the blame. But I couldn't let that happen. I have to get in the shower, honey… have to pick up the kids in a couple of hours. I'll talk to you later."
I called Zach several times over the next couple of days, but he didn't answer or return my calls. I finally wrote him and told him my match with Phoebe was on, and that I hoped he'd be there. That I wouldn't have made it this far without him. And that I loved him. He didn't respond.
It was just two days before the big match, and I met with Sarah at the arena to put together the final plans for the show. Needless to say, I wasn't wearing my gray tights or that blue dress! Of course, I was wearing a pair of jeans that were permanently ensconced in my butt crack all day! Either jeans love my ass or my ass loves jeans, but either way they always give me a giant wedgie!
Anyway, Sarah was waiting for me in her office, and she had her 'two friends' covered so at least there wasn't any cleavage showing. But, of course, like me and my big tushy, you can cover those babies but you can never really hide them!
"Ally, I'm still so sorry about the other day," she offered, sitting behind her desk. "Have you spoken to Zach?"
"No," I answered, sitting down on the other side of the desk. "Not for lack of trying, but he won't talk to me. God, I feel like such an asshole. He was beaten up because of me, and now I did this to him…"
"He'll come around," Sarah smiled. "I am saving his seat for the show. He'll be there. I just know it. You're too amazing to stay mad at, Ally."
"I don't know about that," I said, running my fingers through my hair. "I just hope you're right. Not that I don't deserve it, but I will be crushed if he isn't at the show."
"He will, baby," she said. "I want to talk about the match. I talked to Phoebe and Johnny. You should see them… they're so not obnoxious now. You beat the arrogance out of them. It's so wonderful. They just sat there and listened to everything I said. They looked kind of depressed, actually. They're ready to do business… I just want to see you destroy Phoebe! And she's fine with it."
"I don't want to do that, Sarah," I said, leaning forward in my chair. "I want to take all of the personal agenda out of this match, and just give the fans the best show possible. Their agenda against me not only made my life miserable, but ruined the show for the fans. Don't get me wrong, I still hate them, but I want to be better than that. Better than them."
"Wow, that's really cool, Allison," Sarah smiled. "I never thought of it that way, but you're right. You're a much better person than most…"
"Well, I definitely don't feel that way right now," I said, the image of Zach walking away still torturing me. "But I want to 'tear the house down' with Phoebe. I want a super-competitive, thrilling match that will make our fans happy and make them want to come back for more. That's how you build a wrestling company. And I also want to play the consummate babyface, meaning selling a lot and looking like I could lose the match at any moment. Part of that will be Phoebe fighting dirty and getting that serious heel heat."
"Yeah, we kind of have to build her back up after the way you kicked her ass," Sarah said.
"Exactly," I agreed. "And where she can't quite match me physically, she'll make up for it with dirty tactics. I can't believe I'm saying this, but she should give me some huge wedgies and spank my ass a couple of times. The fans love that stuff, but at the same time they want to see me comeback from all of the humiliation and abuse. It's good storytelling."
"Well, I can't argue with some more Sporty Ally wedgies," Sarah laughed. "Okay, I better shut up NOW."
"No, it's fine," I giggled. "I'm just so excited about this match!"
"Yes, I can't wait, either!" Sarah smiled.
To be continued
It was finally 'fight night' and I couldn't have been more excited! Nothing could top the first time I held the twins, but as far as wrestling goes, this was it! A cloud did hang over the huge event, as I still hadn't heard from Zach. But I had to keep my focus on the show, and just hope that he would be there.
I spoke to Phoebe in the locker room for this first time since everything went down, and I have to admit that it was difficult. A part of me still hated her and wanted to kick her ass all over again, but what Sarah said was true. Phoebe looked really down, and she barely even looked me in the eyes. She started to say something that sounded like it could be an apology, but I cut her off because I just wanted to focus on the match. Her demeanor concerned me, as I wondered if she was ready to have an intense match, but there was no turning back. The tickets were sold (sold out!), the online PPV buys were even higher than we expected, and we were just an hour before the match.
We planned the match very loosely, deciding that we would call most of it on the go. We were both pros and I loved that energy. And as I told Sarah, I still wanted to do a lot of what the fans expected to see – super-competitive action with me in trouble a lot, and yes, some wedgies and humiliation. I thought knowing she would be giving me wedgies and spanking me would lift Phoebe's spirits, but she didn't react at all. I finally had to say something.
"Phoebe," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and staring 'daggers' into her eyes. "If you're truly sorry about everything, show me that by working your ass off tonight, and help me make this the best show of the year. The best match of our lives. I plan on doing everything I possibly can to make you look good, but if I feel like you're slacking, I will work stiff and make your life miserable until that bell rings. I don't want your apology… just give me your best effort, okay?"
Phoebe nodded 'yes' and left the locker room. Not the most convincing response, to say the least, but I made it very clear what would happen. And I think she knew I would follow through, as the beating I gave her in front of the live crowd already showed.
I stood at the entrance waiting for my music, the crowd already chanting my name. I was so excited, and even a little nervous, which was quite rare for me. I bought a new leotard for the show that looked pretty badass, if I do say so myself. No pink or even red. Black with shiny silver stripes down the side, and I had it custom made with 'SA" in the same silver on the back. It was still my normal cut, very high on the hips and straps on top. And yes, the back was cut so my ass cheeks were hanging out, but surprisingly, I wasn't getting my usual wedgie. It was staying in place, at least as I walked. This kind of upset me. I have to be the only woman ever to be bothered by what I was wearing not riding up, but I had a very different job and very… um… horn… demanding fans? Ha-ha!
So I did some stretching as I waited (lots of bending) and my leotard pretty much stayed in place! I was shocked! I knew my butt was bigger than ever – Julia was nice enough to tell me just that at the pool club earlier that day! Just like my old leotards, my one-piece bathing suits totally ride up on me, so of course I got some serious wedgies at the pool. Every time I got up from my lounge chair meant picking a giant wedgie, and I had to swim my laps in a virtual thong! My poor kids! One of the other mothers was even giving me the 'evil eye.' I mean, some of the other mothers were wearing bikinis! At least I was wearing a one-piece, although I guess the fact that my big behind was exposed kind of cancels the modesty in midriff area out. Ah, the travails of a 'wedgie girl'…
My entrance music, The Smashing Pumpkin's "Cherub Rock," blared over the speakers and out I walked to a huge ovation! Gosh, it felt so good! I know I always say that, but as a wrestler you never stop appreciating the reaction, and if you do, it's time to hang up your boots. It just says everything – they love you, they can't wait to see you, and yes, they'll spend their hard-earned money to watch you perform.
I generally would slap 'high-fives' as I walked to the ring, but keep moving. This time I stopped a few times to slap as many hands as possible, and I hugged in kissed this one young girl who I had seen at the shows before. She said she loved me and that I was already her champion! Yeah, make fun of her you cynical wrestling fans, but I'm not afraid to admit that her words meant everything to me!
Anyway, I finally made it to the steel steps, and climbed up on to the ring apron. I figured my ass still looked pretty good, as I still got lots of whistles as I bent over through the ropes and got into the ring. I could feel my leotard riding up a little, but not the usual where I needed to pick my wedgie even before the match started. I surveyed the crowd looking for Zach. He wasn't in his usual seat, and I didn't see him anywhere in the arena. Damn.
Phoebe's music hit, and out she came to a chorus of boos. Any worry about her intensity quickly dissipated, as Phoebe yelled back at the crowd, and pointed to her championship belt. This only made them louder, and she didn't let up, even getting in one fan's face as he was chanting my name still.
Phoebe climbed into the ring and held the title belt over her head in defiant fashion. She did look every bit the champion as usual, and just beautiful with her long, shiny blonde hair and blue eyes. She took off her long blue robe, revealing her attire for the match – a shiny royal blue sports bra and matching shorts that said "Flare" on the back in white letters with red trim. Her elbow and knee pads were red, and her boots were also royal blue.
The referee took the title belt from Phoebe, and held it high in the air between us as we stood face to face. "Your little fantasy ends tonight, Ally!" Phoebe said, pushing her chest into mine. "It's not a fantasy!" I responded, leaning down and putting my forehead on the shorter Phoebe's forehead. "It's all about love, hard work, and being the best in the world tonight! I won't settle for anything less!"
We went back to our corners and the bell rang. I took one last look out at the crowd, and Zach still wasn't there. We locked up in the middle of the ring, with Phoebe taking the first cheap-shot and kneeing me in the stomach. Instead of going down, I just got angry and threw her across the ring by those long golden locks. She quickly got to her feet, and I threw her again by that long blonde hair. "Come on!" I yelled, as she used the ropes to get back to her feet, the crowd chanting my name again.
Phoebe ran at me, and I surprised her and the crowd with a quick sunset flip into a pin that got a two count. Phoebe kicked my head with the heels of her boots to break up the pin. She got to her feet first, and gave me a chop-block to the knee. I went down hard, and held the knee like I was really hurt.
Now Phoebe showed her desperate, vicious side, as she got on top of me and put her hands around my neck. The referee counted to five as she violently choked me, my legs flailing to illustrate the great distress I was in.
Phoebe let go of my neck right before the count of five so she wouldn't be disqualified. Of course, the damage was already done as I rolled over on my belly gasping for air. And while this leotard stayed in place better than my older ones, kicking my legs during the choke hold did cause a major wedgie finally! And if I didn't feel the leotard up my ass (which I did, of course!), Phoebe reminded me by spanking my bare cheeks as I tried to catch my breath.
A "Let's go Ally!" chant started as Phoebe pulled me up by the hair and whipped me into the corner. "How's your hero doing now?!" Phoebe screamed, as she worked me over in the corner with punches and kicks. I sold the beating with lots of screaming, and just by looking utterly defenseless. Phoebe turned me around so my ass was facing her, and spanked me. Again she looked to the crowd and did a mock "Let's go Ally!" cheer. She got tremendous heat from that, and the booing only intensified as she held me by the back of my leotard (I already had a major wedgie, but she did make it higher and tighter), and spanked me again.
The referee finally pushed Phoebe back since I was in the ropes. He asked me if I wanted to quit. I screamed "No!" which got huge cheers from the crowd, and grabbed Phoebe around the neck with both hands. Next, in Undertaker-style, I lifted her up in the air and tossed her into that same corner. From there I hit her with a series of punches that she sold huge. She almost flipped over the top rope, but I pulled her back and punched her some more. The "Ally!" chants were deafening as the referee pushed me back because Phoebe was now defenseless.
The referee now asked Phoebe if she wanted to quit, and I took the break in the action to pick my wedgie. The cheering continued, although there were some whistles and boos for my leotard adjustment. My fans! Ha-ha!
I moved in to continue my offensive against Phoebe, but she got me with another chop-block to the same knee. Again I went down hard, holding on to that knee. This time she began stomping on the knee, as I screamed out in pain, unable to defend myself. She followed that with another mock "Let's go Ally!" cheer, and pulled me up by my hair and the back of the leotard. I was selling the knee injury, so I kept my body limp which meant that Phoebe had to really pull me up. That, of course, resulted in a MASSIVE wedgie for me, as the shiny black material shot up my ass crack before I was even fully erect. Did I just say "fully erect"??
Anyway, a huge "WEDGIE!" chant broke out as Phoebe held me up by my leotard, and after spinning me around so everyone in the crowd could see my ass, she tossed me over the top rope and out of the ring. "You're finished!" yelled Phoebe, as the referee began the ten count. (I had until the count of 10 to get back in the ring, failure to do so would give Phoebe the victory).
So I was lying flat on my face on the floor, my leotard still wedged up my ass, of course. Almost immediately, I heard some footsteps from behind me. It was the cameraman running up to get a good shot of my ass, undoubtedly! I never felt more objectified than when they did the close-ups on my big, naked booty, but I accepted that it was part of the show, and it didn't bother me anymore. Well, it didn't bother me as much as it used to, at least!
Mr. Cameraman wasn't going anywhere, as I slowly rose up on my hands and knees, the leotard bunched up tightly between my cheeks. The "Let's go Ally!" chant was going strong again, as I crawled up to the ring and began my climb back inside. "No! No!" Phoebe yelled, as I lifted myself up on to the apron, still favoring the knee. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the cameraman down on his knee with his camera shooting right up at my ass! Thanks, Mr. Cameraman, make my ass look even bigger than it already is! Ugh!
Phoebe came up to the ropes, and put her arm around my head to ready me for a suplex back into the ring. She hooked the side of my leotard with the other hand for added leverage, causing another brief "wedgie!" chant as she pulled up on the stretchy material. Needless to say, the fans on that side of the arena already got their money's worth if they came to see my wedgies!
I blocked the suplex, holding on to the top rope and head-butted Phoebe backwards. As she staggered, I leaped into the ring headfirst over the top rope and clotheslined her to the mat. Phoebe got up quickly, and as I went to clothesline her again, she ducked out of the way and gave me a reverse neckbreaker. She followed up with a pin that I kicked out of at two, but I was in trouble again.
Phoebe began jawing with the fans as I slowly got to my feet, still favoring the knee. I staggered towards Phoebe, and she quickly turned around and trapped me in a bear hug. I screamed "No! No!" in my most desperate voice, as she lifted me off the ground into an elevated bear hug. As was usually the case with a bear hug, Phoebe gripped the back of my leotard, giving me another massive wedgie as my feet left the ground!
The bear hug had become a total fan service move in my matches. In reality, it looked a little ridiculous since I'm considerably bigger than Phoebe. I should be the one giving her a bear hug (a traditional power move). And never mind that she was lifting me up! But the fans loved it, especially the online people, and it was just another good way to give me a big wedgie. I also did a good job of selling it, if I do say so myself!
The referee asked me if I wanted to submit. I refused, but continued screaming like the life was being squeezed out of me. Phoebe shook me, going for that ragdoll effect, and of course that caused my big, naked ass cheeks to jiggle! Always a crowd favorite! I think Phoebe was getting tired from holding my big bouncing butt up. She almost dropped me, but she quickly grabbed on to my ass cheek with her left hand to keep me elevated. Of course, there some whistles from the crowd with her hand on my ass.
Having kept me up in the air, Phoebe gripped the back of my leotard again, and made the wedgie even higher. I swear the leotard was halfway up my back! I continued screaming, and wrapped my legs around Phoebe's waist (more whistles!). "GIVE UP, YOU HASBEEN!" Phoebe screamed, continuing to torture me in the 'wedgie hug.' "NO!" I cried, with her finally dropping me to the mat in frustration.
Phoebe turned her attention to the crowd again, as I got up on my hands and knees. She sat on my back, like she was riding a horse, grabbed my hair with one hand and spanked my ass with the other hand. This was super-humiliating, as she rode me around the ring like a horse, but the heat on Phoebe was incredible!
Another "Let's go Ally!" chant started, but the fans would soon be disappointed as Phoebe stood up and slammed her ass against my back, leaving me flat on my face again. She continued mocking the cheer, as she stood triumphantly with her foot on my big, wedgied butt.
"I thought you were tough, Ally?!" Phoebe yelled, as I crawled over to the ropes, using them to pull myself up. "I don't think so!" she continued, charging at me to clothesline me over the top rope, but I ducked and sent her flying over the top rope with a backdrop!
Now Phoebe was down outside the ring, but I was still inside the ring, trying to recover from the beating I had taken. The fans chanted "Ally! Ally!" as I limped to the ropes, slowly pulling the leotard out of my ass (It had been up there for a while!). Phoebe struggled to her feet as the fans continued to yell my name. From there I let out a defiant scream, and jumped over the top rope and down on to Phoebe! I flattened her with the extreme flying body press and the fans went crazy!
"How tough do I look now, Phoebe?!" I yelled, lifting her up by her long blonde hair, and slamming her head down on the ring apron repeatedly. I followed that up by whipping Phoebe's lifeless body into the ringside barrier, and over it! She landed in an aisle that separated two sections of seats. We actually hadn't planned her to go over the barrier, but damn did it look cool!
I quickly slid into the ring then slid back out to stop the 10 count. I then walked up to the barrier, getting ready for the next spot, a suplex on the floor. We improvised a bit, with Phoebe staggering up to the steel rail, as I waited for her. I grabbed her around the head, and hooked her shorts for the suplex. Within seconds, Phoebe was turned upside down, her boots high in the air, before crashing back down, flat on her back on the unforgiving floor! And yes, for those of you who were wondering, I did unintentionally, of course, give Phoebe a wedgie on the suplex! Only one side went up her ass, but sometimes those wedgies looked even funnier with just the one cheek showing!
The crowd was super-hot now, chanting "Ally! Ally!" even louder than they did earlier, as I slid in and out of the ring again, then went to get Phoebe. I was feeling kind of bad *wink* that Phoebe's shorts looked so silly, so I grabbed her by the back her royal blue spandex bottoms, and made sure that the other side was pulled up her ass, too! I walked the helpless Phoebe; her shorts wedged up like a thong, over to the announcer's table and ordered them to get out of the way.
The announcers vacated their broadcasting position, as I placed Phoebe on the table. I was still holding her by the shorts, giving them another huge tug upward as I threw her on the table, so she had a HUGE wedgie going! Yeah, that felt pretty good! I gave her a big spanking (that also felt good!), that the crowd went ape-shit for, and then rolled her over on her back.
Now the crowd got quiet, wondering what was coming next. I got back into the ring, and climbed to the top rope, facing the outside of the ring, and the table where Phoebe was laid out. I almost never got nervous during a match, but I did now as I was about to do a flying leg drop from the top rope down on to Phoebe. This was a move The Undertaker did to Stone Cold Steve Austin at Summerslam 1998, and I always wanted to try it. That said, I was a little insane to even want to try it, but this was the biggest show of my career!
The hush over the crowd continued as I leaped up in the air, raising my legs up so I'd land on my ass and the back of my thighs, the prone champion my target! But at the last second, Phoebe rolled out of the way, and I came crashing through the table, missing my intended target! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" the fans chanted, the table broken in half as I was laid out in the wreckage. "Did I just do that?" I thought to myself, just thankful I could move my legs, and that I wasn't hurting too badly. Don't get me wrong, it hurt, but my body was tough. And having such a big behind to cushion my fall really helped! I guess that's the offset of not being able to find a pair of jeans that doesn't ride up my ass!
So now I was in trouble again! Most of the fans in the arena were standing, concerned about my condition. Phoebe was back up, and walked over to me with a metal cheer. "Tonight I finally retire you, you fat cow!" she yelled, slamming the chair repeatedly on my back. This match had turned vicious and hardcore, to say the least, and I did tell Phoebe to lay those chair shots in good.
"How's that back, Ally?!" Phoebe screamed, first picking me up by the hair, and the scooping me up for what looked like a body slam. Like a lot of the other girls, Phoebe had a hard time lifting me (even with my help), so she had a death-grip on my ass! And my leotard was already riding up, but her fingers pushed the leg-holes higher! Then she slid her hand up even more, and gripped the back of my leotard, crumpling it up in her fist. Now she was giving me as MASSIVE WEDGIE, along with her arm pressing in between my butt cheeks! I had gotten over a lot of my butt-related humiliation (I had no choice, really!), but being handled like that was both embarrassing and uncomfortable! And it would get worse!
I wasn't about to go up for body slam, in fact. The spot was Phoebe simply holding me up in front of her, like she was about to give me a backbreaker, but instead slamming my back repeatedly against the steel ring post outside the ring. "OH NO! NO!" I screamed, as Phoebe slammed me against the post for the first time. She was careful with me, but we still wanted it to look good so it hurt. "How's that back now, Ally?!" she screamed readying me for another collision with the unforgiving steel. In reality, my back wasn't all that bad, but my ass was a whole other story! Phoebe let go of my leotard (leaving it wedged up my big butt like a thong), but now in trying to keep me elevated had her hand in my freakin' butt crack! I mean, not her entire hand – more like four fingers with her thumb gripping the outside of my cheek, but that was more than enough, thank you!
"OH GOD! PLEASE NO!" I screamed, Phoebe slamming my lower against the post again. All I could think about at that point was simply, "Please move your hand, Phoebe!" But if anything her fingers went deeper in between my cheeks. And we still had two more slams to go! On the bright side, I don't think many fans would be able to see her fingers up my butt, since I was somewhat shielded by in between the ring and Phoebe's body. Even the cameraman would have a hard time getting a good shot, unless he climbed into the ring, which he hadn't yet. (And he wasn't supposed to anyway) But regardless of that, I still felt humiliated and of course, uncomfortable!
Well, as always, I still wanted to sell the move, tell the story, and put on the best show possible, so I let out some of the most blood-curdling screams of my career as Phoebe slammed me against the post for the third time. Now much to my relief, her fingers weren't probing my ass at any greater depth (How much further could they go, really?), but she was getting tired and struggling to hold me up, so now her thumb was really digging into my ass cheek! Ouch! And as someone who had a lot of experience with getting her ass pinched, unfortunately, this fucking hurt!
The fourth slam into the ring post couldn't happen fast enough, and thankfully Phoebe was getting tired and wanted to get it over with, too! (I have had a few opponents that had me in similar positions, who seemed to be enjoying themselves, and consequently prolonged the spot) "NO! NO! GOD NO!" I screamed, as Phoebe slammed my lower back into the ring post for the fourth and final time. "Thank God," I thought, as she let me drop to the floor, her fingers finally out of my butt crack!
Now Phoebe was in total control of the match again, as I was lying helplessly on the floor, rubbing my sore back. Of course, the cameraman was right over me, no doubt getting a close-up of my recently-violated (That's how it felt!) buttocks, and gigantic Sporty-Wedgie! Yep, I continued following my rule of not picking my wedgie while selling. And it would have been pointless anyway!
"Now you're finished, Ally!" Phoebe yelled, grabbing me by the hair and the back of the leotard to lift me off the floor. "No… no," I whimpered, as she had the shiny black spandex cranked up my ass, and at least halfway up my back! "Get in there!" she screamed, spanking my big, naked tushy as she had me up on the ring apron.
The crowd started yet another "Let's go Ally!" chant, as I was lying motionless, flat on my belly, in the center of the ring. "If that back isn't broken already, I'm gonna break it now!" Phoebe yelled, pressing her hands down on my head and ass (Thankfully not inside it!), and driving her knee into my lower back repeatedly.
Now, it was finally time for Phoebe to put me out of my misery. Finish me off and successfully defend her championship. She rolled me over on my back, grabbed me by the legs lifting me up on my shoulders, and then turned me over into a Boston Crab submission hold. The Crab wasn't her usual finisher, but it made sense in this case since my back was her target. She leaned back with my legs under her armpits, bending my body in an extreme angle at my 'injured' lower back. I screamed as loud as I could, making the situation look hopeless as I was in the center of the ring. (And nowhere near the ropes where the referee would have to break the hold) The crowd remained behind me, chanting my name in the hope of a dramatic escape in the face of almost certain defeat!
In reality, my back was hurting quite a bit from the huge table bump, and from Phoebe really bending me to make the Boston Crab look good and painful, but I could take it. It made my selling all the more easier since I actually was feeling the pain. And speaking of pain or at least discomfort, my leotard was really starting to bother me with such a huge wedgie, and my ass cheeks tensed up because of the hold. I'm sure at least some of the fans were enjoying the view of my big, naked butt over my head, and even worse, the front of the leotard was deep inside my vagina! I'm sure the cameramen were having fun on both sides! Ugh!
The referee asked me if I wanted to submit, but I screamed "NO!" I started to pull Phoebe towards the ropes, crawling on my hands slowly, but any progress I made was quickly lost as she pulled me back to the center of the ring. "There's no hope for you, Ally!" Phoebe yelled, leaning back on the Boston Crab. "Just give up! Give up now!"
I raised my hand up, teasing that I was about to tap out, but I screamed "NO!" and put the hand back down. An eardrum-rattling "Ally! Ally!" chant started, as I began another slow crawl to the ropes. "What? NO!" Phoebe yelled, as I dragged her, still trapped in her Boston Crab, from the center of the ring until I could finally reach the bottom rope. Again she yelled in frustration, as I grabbed on to the rope and the referee ordered her to break the hold!
The crowd was on fire, but I was still down on the mat, as if all of my remaining strength was used just to get to the ropes and break the Boston Crab. Phoebe grabbed two handfuls of my leotard, giving me another massive wedgie, and then jumped on top of me for a pin. She hooked my leg for added leverage, although it did hurt the momentum of the crowd, as a lot of people stopped cheering and just gawked at my entire ass and pussy showing! That will be a staple on the internet for the rest of my freakin' life!
The referee hit the mat twice, and just as he was about to hit it a third time I lifted a shoulder! That seemed to get the crowd's thoughts away from my exposed backside and crotch, and back to wrestling, as the cheering for my escape was deafening! This time I did roll over and inconspicuously pick the front of my leotard out of my vagina. The tushy wedgie was okay and a staple of my act, but a girl does like to leave a little to the imagination!
Anyway, Phoebe had an absolute fit, much to the crowd's delight, as she couldn't put me away, but I was still down and out, and in no condition to fight back. "I hate you, Ally!" Phoebe screamed, kneeling down next to me as I was lying on my front. "I hate everything about you, especially having to look at your big, fat ass all the time!" she continued, sticking her fingers inside the leg-holes of my leotard, and pulling the black spandex down out of my ass crack. I have to say, although the final outcome is much preferred, I find getting my wedgie picked by someone else a lot creepier than being given a wedgie, you know? Well, at least Phoebe managed to keep her fingers out of my crack this time!
"But you know what?" yelled the crazed Phoebe, lifting me up by the hair. "I do enjoy humiliating you, Ally!" she said with an evil laugh, yanking the back of my leotard up my ass! "I LOVE IT! LOVE IT LOVE IT!" she continued, bouncing me by my black and silver, super-high-cut leotard, my huge ass jiggling for everyone to see!
In a refreshing response, the fans actually booed as Phoebe wedgied me! Even my diehard fans loved seeing me get wedgies, but this match meant so much more to me, and they knew it! It meant a lot to them, too! Seeing me lose, after coming so far, was simply not an option! At least that's what they were hoping.
"NO! NO!" I screamed, flailing my arms and jogging in place, totally helpless as Phoebe continued inflicting the super-high, super-painful wedgie on my big Sporty-Tushy! "Now lose the match and go home to your kids!" Phoebe barked, driving both of her knees into my back, and dropping me to the mat once again.
"Count her, ref!" Phoebe commanded, hooking my leg for the pin! Again the ref counted 1 and 2, my body rolled up so my huge naked butt was up in the air and entirely visible, and as his hand was about to come down for the 3rd time, I raised a shoulder just in time to stay alive!
"Okay, Ally, you asked for this!" Phoebe screamed, as she lifted me off the mat by the hair, and then she stood at my side with her arm around my waist. Next she lifted me up in the air, like she was about to give me a back suplex, but instead dropped me, crotch-first, over the top rope!
The crowd went into a collective gasp as I just sat there with my mouth wide open and the top rope between my legs. Of course, my leotard was still wedged up my ass like a thong, and now I had the top rope in between my naked cheeks! I don't know if I'd call this the ultimate wedgie, but it sure as hell wasn't comfortable! Ouch!
Phoebe grabbed the top rope on either side of me, and I screamed "NO! NO!" as she viciously ripped the rope into my ass and crotch! "GO HOME, ALLY!" she yelled, bouncing me with the rope punishing my already-tender crotch and dividing my huge tushy cheeks! This spot seemed like a dream scenario for the perverts in the audience, a painful wedgie with my boobs bouncing and my big buns jiggling, but again the fans booed at my latest and possibly most desperate peril. They were all in when it came to supporting me, and that felt great!
"GO HOME, ALLY!" Phoebe yelled again, as she got right in my face, still applying the torturous top rope wedgie. I answered "NO!" defiantly this time, grabbing Phoebe around the throat with my right hand! The boos quickly turned to cheers as I slid down off the top rope, Phoebe still in my clutches, her hands up as she begged for mercy. With my hand still around the beautiful blonde champion's throat, I reached behind her and grabbed a handful of the back of her shorts. Then in a single motion, I lifted Phoebe high off the ground, her shiny blue shorts rocketing up her ass, and slammed her back-first to the mat! The crowd went insane, as I not only punished Phoebe in devastating fashion, but gave her a massive wedgie in the process! That was a lot fun, I must say!
But I still wasn't finished, as I wanted to end Phoebe's long title reign with an Ally Bomb! I picked her up by her long blonde locks and put her head between my thighs. With her shorts already wedged up her butt, I grabbed the back of Phoebe's waistband, pulling the shorts halfway up her back as we were about to begin the move. The crowd gave Phoebe a big "WEDGIE!" chant, and then cheered as I hoisted her up until she was sitting on my shoulders, her crotch in my face (Just so you knew what position she was in, pervert!).
Phoebe was set up for a body-crunching, match-ending Ally Bomb, but just before I was about to sit-out and drop her on her back, her thighs tightened around my head and she reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my leotard for added leverage. She had me trapped in a modified chokehold / sleeper, along with giving me another HUMONGOUS WEDGIE! I swear I thought my leotard was going to rip this time, as it was pulled up almost to my freakin' shoulders!
As the move continued and Phoebe had me hopelessly trapped, my arms began to flail and I inadvertently hit the referee and knocked him out. The fans seemed to be confused at first by the unorthodox hold, basically a combination choke-out and atomic wedgie, but they soon realized I was in a lot of trouble as I stopped moving and fell to a knee. Another "Let's go Ally!" chant started, but in just seconds my arms dropped to the side, and fell flat on my face, Phoebe's thighs still wrapped tightly around my head.
"I did it! She's out!" Phoebe screamed, jumping up and celebrating as I was lying unconscious on the mat, my huge tushy on full display from the giant wedgie she gave me! But a look of horror soon came over Phoebe's face as she realized the referee was out cold and couldn't make the count to give her the victory. "Damn it, you lucky bitch!" she yelled, as she spanked me on the ass, and looked for the unconscious referee, who had actually fallen out of the ring.
Meanwhile the fans began chanting "ALLY! ALLY!" hoping they would wake me up, but I was out like a light! But one fan wasn't going to stop at just chanting my name. The young girl I hugged and kissed before the match jumped over the railing and climbed into the ring. She was around 11 or 12 and her name was Kasey. "Ally, wake up!" she yelled over and over again as she shook my shoulders. Things looked bad, as I was still unconscious despite Kasey's efforts and Phoebe almost had the referee back in the ring, but I suddenly lifted my head and the crowd went crazy!
"Yes!" Kasey screamed, as I rose up and caught Phoebe with a kick to the belly, followed by an Ally Bomb! This time Phoebe couldn't counter my fantastic finisher, as I planted her on the mat and pinned her for the 1, 2, and 3 as the fans counted along! It felt like the roof would come off the TSW arena, as the referee raised my hand and handed me the title belt, and the ring announcer yelled, "THE WINNER AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TSW WOMAN'S CHAMPION, SPORTY ALLY!!!"
I held the title belt up with one arm, and lifted Kasey up with the other, as the fans chanted "ALLY! ALLY!" One of the announcers came into the ring with a microphone, holding it up to my mouth. "Thank you! Thank you!" I yelled, trying my best to hold back the tears. "And don't forget my biggest fan and friend here, Kasey!" I continued, the fans quickly breaking into a "KASEY! KASEY!" chant! Needless to say, she had the biggest smile on her face that I've ever seen!
The celebration would only get bigger, as Emily and my beautiful children, Julia and Jason, climbed into the ring, followed by Sarah, Zoey, and Jessica (Living Dead Girl)! I actually had forgotten to pick my massive wedgie in all of the excitement, but finally did after a friendly reminder from Em. There were some boos for that, of course! Ha-ha! I put Kasey down and kissed and hugged the twins, as the fans applauded. I took the microphone and thanked them again. "This means so much to me and my family," I said, starting to tear up. "And I know people always says this, but I really couldn't have done this without you guys! Winning a championship takes talent and hard work, but in the end it's you, the fans, who put me here! It's no secret that I wasn't exactly welcomed back to wrestling by the company, but you guys never stopped supporting me, and they listened to you! So, I thank you with all of my heart! I can't thank you enough!"
It was such an incredible, heartwarming scene, as the fans remained in the arena, one side chanting "Sporty!" and the other following with "Ally!" And everyone I loved was in the ring with me. Well, almost everyone.
Sarah and Jessica stepped back suddenly, and Zach took their place! "You were here, baby?" I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Of course, I was," he smiled, putting his arms around my head and kissing me on the lips. "I watched from the back with Sarah… I saw every second. Wouldn't have missed it for the world. I'm so proud of you, Ally!" "Now this is definitely the best day ever!" I smiled, kissing Zach on the lips. "That title belt is beautiful, but I have one more thing for you, baby," Zach said, pulling a small black box from his pocket.
"Oh my God!" I thought, as he opened the box to reveal a diamond ring, handed it to me, and got down on one knee.
"Allison, will you marry me?" he asked, taking my hand.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my God, YES!" I screamed, crying and smiling and wondering if this was all just a dream!
Of course, I knew it was real when the fans started booing! Ha-ha! They want action and violence, not all of this 'romantic crap!' Ha-ha! But even they showed their softer side, as they began applauding and chanting "Congratulations!" followed by "Luckiest guy ever!" That made me laugh!
Well, our little journey has ended. Thank you for taking it with me!
Love you all,
Sporty Ally