A Wrestler’s Tale – Season 2 / Episode 3
By Dark J

“I hate myself,” I thought, as I walked into that seedy motel room again, Richard waiting for me.

“You’re late,” he said, a look of disdain on his face. “That fat ass of yours is getting fatter and fatter. Having trouble lifting yourself and that huge butt out of bed?”
“I’m here, all right?!” I snapped back, wearing a pink tracksuit over my wrestling gear.
“So testy!” he laughed, circling me like he was inspecting a used car.
“Yeah, well… you’re an asshole,” I said, absolute disgust in my voice, of course.
“I won’t even ask about your panties being in a bunch since those pink sweats certainly are!” he laughed, as my pants were giving me a major wedgie. They weren’t even my tightest sweats, but as you guys certainly know by now, my butt has an insatiable appetite! Seriously, I got out of my car, had a huge wedgie, and never picked it out. So sue me!
“Yes, I have a wedgie… shocking!” I said sarcastically, fantasizing about my knee hitting his balls!
“You really have that ‘Sporty Ally Spirit’ back, huh?” Richard smiled, spanking me on the butt. “Didn’t I make you cry the last time?”  
“I’ve been going through a lot of things,” I answered, ashamed that he did, in fact, make me cry.
“Like what? Panties, with all of the skid marks I’m sure you get?” he laughed.
“That’s disgusting!” I replied.
“You didn’t deny it, Slutty!” he smiled, smacking me on the butt again.
“You’re such a fucking creep!” I yelled, as he was already getting under my skin!
“I will say that you don’t seem to go through a lot of wrestling leotards,” he said, setting up his next ‘witty’ joke. “No matter how fat you get, especially in the rear, you keep wearing the same leotards!”
“You can keep making fun of me,” I said, picking the pink sweats out of my ass just to spite him. “The more talking the less time you have to touch me… CREEP.”
“Yes, what am I doing here, Slutty?” he smiled. “Okay, while you’re picking your fat ass, why not just take those pants off, and let’s see what’s doing under there?”
“Fine,” I said, pulling my pants down to reveal my white two-piece. I absolutely HATED the white one piece… I didn’t buy it (John Jr. or Phoebe did), and only wore it once because we got lots of requests for me to wrestle in a two-piece. I just hated how it fit my ass – if I wore it low, my ‘plumber’s crack’ would show, and when I pulled it up, it basically became a freakin’ thong! Not to mention the added humiliation that the bottoms could be pulled down easily, and Paris and Spice certainly took advantage of that, of course! But fucking Richard requested it, and I was basically his… I’m was so ashamed of myself
“You wore the two-piece!” Richard smiled, once again circling me to look at my ass. “Just for me? You do love me!”  
“You wish!” I shot back, pulling the white bottoms out of my ass and flashing Richard in the process! It was impossible to pick a wedgie in those bottoms without exposing half (at least!) of my ass!
“Such a tease!” he said, spanking me on the butt again! Grrrrr!

I got clear of him and picked my wedgie again. The way he slapped my ass (really hard!) caused the right side of the bikini to go up my freakin’ crack. God, my butt was way too big for those bottoms! I was so pissed and ready to take it out on that DICK… excuse me, Richard…

“Okay, you said you wanted to WRESTLE,” I said, surprising him and putting him in a pretty hard headlock. “Ouch!” he yelped, sounding like the little bitch he was! “Enjoying yourself yet, Richard?” I asked, cinching in on the headlock. “Fuck, this hurts,” he said, grabbing the back of the waistband of my bottoms and pulling them down! “HEY!” I screamed, as DICK had them three quarters of the way down my ass! “Let go of my bikini!” “I will, and being the consummate gentleman, I’ll pull them back up for you first…”

I’m sure you can guess what happened next! He gave me a GIANT WEDGIE, even lifting me off the freakin’ floor with the white spandex absolutely cranked up my ass! “OUCH!” I screamed, embarrassed that I set myself up for the wedgie and in the process gave Richard an eyeful of my big, jiggling ass (and my god was it jiggling!). Unfortunately he wasn’t finished with me, maneuvering my body so I was lying over his shoulder, my huge ass sporting the massive wedgie high in the air, of course, followed by more spanking, striking my naked butt several times! “This isn’t wrestling!” I scolded, kneeing him in the chest to force him to let me go.

He did let me go, dropping me on the motel room’s bed. I hated giving him the satisfaction, but I couldn’t help but rub my sore tushy. Fearing that he’d either pull my bikini down again or give me another massive wedgie, I just left the white bottoms wedged up my ass like a thong. “Sporty! Ally!” Richard laughed, mocking the cheer I get at the TSW Arena. “How do they even take you seriously, you fat cow!” he continued, pulling me off the bed for a combination bear hug and wedgie. He had his arms around my waist like a conventional bear hug, but he also gripped the back of my bikini with both hands and gave me another HUGE wedgie!

“This is the ONLY reason the fans like you, Slutty!” he laughed, causing that burning sensation in my ass crack as he pulled hard on my bottoms. “They want to see your BIG FAT ASS, right? Am I wrong?” “You are wrong!” I exclaimed, thinking about the share ridiculousness of debating someone as they’re giving me a freakin’ wedgie! “I have lots of fans with… with different interests. Many young women and girls who do look up to me! I know a bottom-feeder like YOU finds that hard to believe, but…” “Fine, the little girls who are too stupid to know better love you,” he said dismissively, spanking my big butt before grabbing my bottoms again to continue my painful wedgie. “But I’ve seen the TSW website… your fat ass is plastered all over that thing!” “I can’t control what pictures they put up, you creep!” I answered defiantly, being cut in half by my bikini as the white spandex punished my increasingly tender ass crack and pussy! “Really?!” he laughed, re-gripping my severely-wedged bottoms and lifting me higher, causing my big buns to jiggle as he watched in a mirror. “I seem to remember a set of pictures you took in a studio – you posed for them – that were ALL ass shots. You were even looking back at the camera and smiling – like anyone would be looking at anything but your fat ass. You had no control over those, blubber buns?” “Well, of course I did!” I responded, hitting him with both fists in the shoulder blades so he would let me go. I could feel his boner, and I wanted nothing to do with that! “Ouch!” he yelled, backing away from me. “I guess I touched a nerve, thunder thighs?” “No, it was that little pecker of yours,” I shot back, adjusting my bikini as it was BURIED inside my ass and vagina. “But I did prove my point, and what a stupid cow you are, Slutty,” he said, flashing that grin that I had come to despise. “You posed for those pictures because YOUR fans want to see YOUR fat ass! I didn’t see any picture sets like that of Phoebe or Living Dead Girl. Just YOU, Fatty Ally!” “Okay! I just like to make my fans happy,” I said, adjusting the back of my bottoms again as the top of my ass crack was showing. “Almost, dummy!” he cracked, as I looked away because he still had an erection. “You like to make your fans HORNY. And what about those wedgies? I know it’s not exactly shocking with how fat your ass is, but you had some really big wedgies in those pictures. Did you just leave that leotard wedged up your huge ass to make your fans ‘happy’?” “I don’t remember… I…” I responded, as I was getting flustered. “Of course you do!” he interrupted. “FINE! I did leave my wedgie in for those pictures!” I yelled, fighting back the tears. “I even gave myself a wedgie! Are you happy now?” “Horny you mean?” he laughed, folding his arms in satisfaction. “And thank you for proving my point, Slutty! You’re not as dumb as you look! You’re dumber! Wasn’t there even a pic with the gal with the glasses and huge tits – your boss, I think – giving you a wedgie? She definitely looked like she was enjoying herself! You were making her ‘happy’? So at least we know why you’re the champion! You have to be sleeping with the boss because it certainly isn’t talent, and how athletic can you be with such a big, fat ass?”

I turned my back to Richard because I knew I was going to cry. Like I said before, it wasn’t just his insults – I’ve been insulted a lot during my career – but also that I got myself into this situation (just when everything was finally great in my life) and even worse, betrayed Zach. And how was I ever going to end this?? Just beating the shit out of Richard seemed like a good idea, but it wasn’t, of course. What kind of example would I be for my kids? God, I just wanted them to have friends, and not be stained by a mother in an unusual profession!

“Is Slutty crying?” Richard laughed, grabbing me by the bikini and giving me another wedgie! “I knew I’d get you to cry again, you pathetic loser!” “HEY!” I screamed, as he pulled me back towards him by my wedged bottoms, and towards the bed. “I can spank you right?” he asked, continuing to give me a wedgie as he gripped the back of my bottoms. “Yes,” I answered, as all of my fight was gone. He won again. I felt like I did during my match with Cat-Woman. I wanted to be humiliated. I felt like I deserved it.

He sat down on the bed and put me over his lap. Obviously I’ve been spanked many times in my career, but it was never more humiliating than this! Even minus the audience! Having my big ass and giant wedgie right in front of Richard with the way he talked about me? I’m not sure I could sink any lower.

“Let’s do this old-school,” he said, pulling down my bikini so I would soon be bare-assed. “Fuck can your fat butt devour a bikini!” he continued, slowly pulling the white spandex out of my ass crack. “They could show a double-feature on your fat ass, Slutty! A movie on each cheek!”

It was a surreal moment. I couldn’t believe that I let him pull my bottoms down, but what was the alternative, and I just wanted to get it over with. And yeah, I felt like such a piece of shit anyway.

With his left forearm pressed against my back, he began punishing my big tushy with a barrage of spankings! One after another, as I could feel the red marks flaring up on my generous bottom, and it seemed like my cheeks would never stopped jiggling. I thought I might actually still have some fight inside me as I tried not to react, but in seconds I was screaming in pain and crying! “Breaking you, you pathetic sack of flesh, is so fucking easy!” Richard declared, disciplining my huge bottom in the cruelest and most humiliating fashion. “This is why people even give a shit about you, Slutty!” he continued, leaving me in tears! “I saw your match with that Cat-Woman! Oh my god did she make you her BITCH!  I absolutely loved when she had that claw hold on your fat ass – she must have big hands – and had her fingers up your ass! She should have made you smell her fingers afterwards, but otherwise it was a flawless performance! The best part was when she put the claw on again after she had already beaten your fat ass! You were such a little bitch screaming and begging for mercy! All of those ‘girls and young women’ who look up to you must have been really proud! Their hero losing and getting her fat ass invaded! You must like that, huh, Slutty? Having stuff shoved up your fat ass?”

At that point I quickly jumped up off his lap for fear of what he might do to me.

“FUCK YOU, all right!” I yelled, grabbing Richard by the shirt and pinning him against the wall. “I promise you, Richard… I’ll even let you throw the first punch and I’ll still kick your fucking ass!”
“Ally, Ally, Ally,” he said smugly. “Remember why you’re here? I can tell all of the other mothers what you do… maybe even embellish a bit? Wouldn’t it be a shame if they wouldn’t let their kids play with your little brats?”
“I hate you! I hate you!” I screamed, throwing him down on the bed as I began crying.
“I win… AGAIN!” Richard laughed, slapping me hard across my bare butt as I had turned my back to him.
“Ouch!” I yelped, my big buns jiggling again.
“And to the winners goes the spoils,” he declared, grabbing the back of my bikini and giving me another huge wedgie as he pulled me to him.
“Your time is almost up!” I yelled, as he continued to hold on to my bottoms and began fondling my ass. “And don’t touch me!”

I tried to get away from him, climbing up on to the bed as it was only a few feet away. “Get away or I will hurt you!” I yelled, crying hysterically as he still had a hold of my bikini. “Whatever, Slutty!” he laughed, grabbing my ankle so I fell flat on the bed. “I’ll take these,” he continued, quickly pulling my bikini down until he was holding it in his hands.
“YOU ASSHOLE!” I screamed, quickly getting under the covers so he couldn’t see my vagina and ass.
“I saw your asshole, blubber butt!” he smiled, running my bikini over his nose and mouth.
“Fine, you can have those,” I said, my body still hidden under the covers. “Just go!”
“We still have a little more time, Slutty,” he said, putting the bikini in his brief case. “I’m curious… that Cat-Woman match – why did you lose? And so decisively… You are the champ, after all? Made no sense…”
“We just thought… thought it would be good for Cat-Woman,” I answered, hesitation in my voice as I didn’t want to reveal the real reason.
“I know my wrestling, dummy,” he snapped, as I continued hiding my naked lower half under the covers. “But why you? The so-called champion? You could have just gotten any jobber to make Cat-Woman look good?”
“Because of you, you asshole!” I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks. I knew I’d regret admitting it to him, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to get it off my chest, or it was a way of lashing out at him? I don’t know… I still don’t know. “You made me feel… I just felt so bad about myself… BECAUSE OF YOU!”
“Wow…” he said, a look of concern coming over his face. “Because of me?”
“Just leave me alone, okay?” I said, turning my head so he couldn’t see as I continued to sob.
“Wait, Ally,” he said, getting closer to the bed. “You lost your match because of me?”
“Yes! YES! All right?” I yelled, looking back at him as a smile formed on his sleazy face.
“You’re even more pathetic than I thought, Fatty!” he laughed, spanking my naked butt through the comforter! “BIG. FAT. LOSER!”
“STOP IT!” I screamed, as he continued inflicting punishment on my big behind, the comforter the only protection for my poor tushy! “STOP IT!”
“You’re in luck, blubber butt!” he exclaimed, my wedgie-prowess never more evident as the freakin’ comforter was wedged between my cheeks! “I have to go, but before I leave…”

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him grabbing my pink sweats…

“I need those, you asshole!” I yelled, as he ran towards the door with my pants. “You already have my bikini!”

I chased after him with only my sports bra on, but as always he had the upper hand, slamming the door in my face. “NO!” I screamed, as I fell to the floor crying hysterically, nothing to cover my pussy and ass. Richard got away with my bikini bottoms and sweat pants. So humiliating! I had to wrap myself in a motel towel so I could go home. And just my luck, one of my neighbors was outside as I got out of my car in the freakin’ towel! Ugh!

I took a really long shower (a definite trend after each meeting Richard) and got dressed before I went back out to go pick up the twins at school. “I really need to invest in some looser jeans,” I said to myself, as my ass was still pretty sore from Richard spanking me with the tight denim just squeezing my backside. Adding insult to injury was the wedgie the jeans were giving me, the seam in back deep inside my ass crack.

The doorbell rang and it was Sarah. “I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to run something by you, Ally,” she smiled, reaching into a shopping bag. “We get a lot of requests for this… What do you think?”

In Sarah’s hands was a shiny silver leotard, much like my own, but this one had a THONG back!

“For the triple threat match with Phoebe and Dead Girl?” Sarah asked, my mind quickly flashing to what my huge ass will look like in that! I mean, I know I get ridiculously big wedgies, but a THONG? I might as well wrestle in the nude!



To be continued

“Well, I just let that Cat-Woman stick her hand up my ass, so why not a thong?!” I answered, rolling my eyes as much at myself as at the ridiculously skimpy wrestling gear. “Allison, you didn’t have to let Cat-Woman to do that to you, and you certainly don’t have to wear this,” Sarah said, putting the leotard down and taking my hands. “I just thought you might like it…” “I might like it?” I giggled, Sarah’s pale cheeks getting red. “Okay… busted,” Sarah said, a goofy smile across her face. “Do I look like a girl who’d want to wear something up her butt?” I laughed, turning around so Sarah could see my jeans wedged deep inside my ass. “No, not YOU!” she giggled, slowly running her hand over my big, denim-covered buns. “God, can you fill out a pair of jeans, Ally,” Sarah said in a breathy voice, sliding the hand in between my cheeks and up and down my Levi’s-filled ass crack. “Sarah,” I moaned, bending over an end table as her hand went deeper inside my big behind. “I think your thong leotard will feel something like this,” she said, using her other hand to reach down the back of my jeans, and pull my white cotton panties up my ass. “Ouch!” I squealed, Sarah making the soft but sturdy material tight inside my jiggling tush.

I was really enjoying myself, the sweet, playful Sarah a palate cleanser for that asshole Richard, but that didn’t mean it was right. “Fuck… Zach,” I thought, thinking back to when he caught me and Sarah fooling around in the car. And he still didn’t know about the Richard clusterfuck, of course. “God, I’m an asshole,” the inner monologue continued, as I started crying again. “A fucking deceitful asshole.”    

“Sarah, I can’t do this,” I said, turning around as she still had a handful of my panties, and a hand fondling my ass. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Ally,” she said, tucking the panties back inside my pants as she let go of my butt. “I just can’t control myself,” she continued, dropping her head as she ran her fingers through her medium length brown hair. “Always get you in trouble…” “No, it’s my fault, honey,” I said, the tears really coming down now. “I’m just a fuck-up! I fuck up everything!” “That’s ridiculous, Allison!” Sarah interrupted, rubbing the tears from my face. “You’re a great mother – those kids fucking love you – a great professional, and just the nicest, sweetest person EVER!” “No, Sarah,” I said, her kind words making me cry even more. “You don’t know me… You do… but not everything… And I just can’t talk about it…” “But, Ally,” she said, tears rolling down her pale cheeks again. “You can tell me…. You can tell me anything… “I love you, Sarah,” I said, shaking my head as I pushed away the wet hair sticking to my face. “But I can’t talk about… not now… or ever, probably…”

We both cried some more, and after what seemed like the longest hug ever (Sarah wouldn’t let go), she left.

Of course, before picking up Jules and Jay at school, I had to fix my panties, which while tucked back inside my pants by Sarah were still wedged up my ass. For most this adjustment would take a couple of seconds, but for yours truly it was a major project, first getting the skintight jeans down my big hips and fat butt, and then adjusting the panties so they were high enough on said hips, but not too far up my butt crack (they did give me a constant natural wedgie with my big cheeks hanging out). After phase one was completed, I then had to get the jeans back up my big hips and fat butt, and for all intents and purposes give myself another wedgie, as the seam on the seat of the jeans got devoured by my always-hungry bum!

Before leaving I wanted to contact Sarah, just to make sure she was okay, and tell her that I would be wearing the thong leotard for my match with Phoebe and Dead Girl. I couldn’t help but think that it would offer my fans a little more ass-related variety, and sell some more downloads and DVDs! When I opened up my email, I found a note from Diane, Richard the dickhead’s wife. She invited me to their house for a “girls-only night”, as she wanted to get to know her fellow moms better. An uneasy feeling came over me at the potential for disaster this evening could present, but she did say “girls-only”, meaning NO Richard, and perhaps getting closer to her would get him off my ass (literally!). I slept on it for a night, but answered ‘Yes’ with some trepidation the next day.

The next few days were actually good for me, no contact from Richard and a wonderful evening with Zach, as we did some more planning for the wedding and began discussing where to go on our honeymoon! Gosh, did that get me excited along with totally lifting my spirits!

Another thing that always lifted my spirits was the love from the TSW fans, and we had a packed house for our big main event, Sporty Ally with just a thin spandex strip up her ass, defending the TSW Women’s Title against the former champ Phoebe Flare and the new phenom, The Living Dead Girl!

With the challengers already in the ring, a huge “We love Ally!” chant started as I stood waiting for my entrance music to hit. To say I felt a little self-conscious in the thong leotard would be an understatement, as I really did feel naked. The obvious was my ass, which looked HUGE and felt like it never stopped jiggling! And with an ass as big as mine, that thong really rides in deep. But my big ol’ Sporty Tushy was only part of what made the leotard so revealing. The top was really low-cut (much lower than I usually wear), so I was showing lots of cleavage up there too, and the sides of my boobs were hanging out of the straps. I was dangerously close to a nipple-slip, and speaking of the nips, you could totally see them through the shiny silver spandex! And there’s still more! (This is like one of those late night infomercials) The legs were cut extremely high, and I swear the front bottom of the leotard was almost a thong, so I had some major camel toe going! Thankfully I’m very well-groomed down there, but still… I could almost guarantee that at some point in the match I would get a big frontal wedgie, and everything would be showing! Ugh! The sacrifices I make for my art!

My music, Smashing Pumpkins’ “Cherub Rock”, finally played, and the crowd went crazy! I always appreciated the reaction, it’s the lifeblood for a wrestler, but boy did I need it with the Richard situation. All of his hate… this girl needed some LOVE, and the fans were there for me yet again! Of course, it didn’t take long for the crowd to realize how cheeky (and cracky?) my leotard was, and the “We love Ally!” chant quickly turned into a “We love Ally’s thong!” chant! Ha-ha!

And speaking of fans, Kasey, my biggest fan, was sitting on the aisle as always, and I walked up to her to for our traditional pre-match hug. “Ally… MY GOSH!” she exclaimed, a little taken aback by how skimpy my leotard was. “A little too much?” I smiled, turning around so she could get the full view of my dental-flossed derriere. Of course, a guy a couple seats away had to yell, “There’s nothing little about that butt!” My fans! “Well, at least it looks more comfortable than your usual wedgie, Ally!” Kasey answered, always there for me with some positive reinforcement. I love that girl! I gave her another hug, as the usual chorus of “Hug me next!” filled the arena, and headed to the ring.

My actual entrance into the ring, which was always very popular as I bent over between the top rope and the second rope, got a freakin’ standing ovation this time! I might have milked it just a little bit, as I slowly bent over and held the pose with my huge ass cheeks spread wide and a flash of the silver thong. After all, they wouldn’t see much of the thong otherwise!

I held up the title belt to another huge ovation, as Phoebe and Dead Girl did some pre-match stretching. I definitely won the battle of exposed skin, as Phoebe was wearing a blue sports bra and matching shorts with “Flare” written in yellow with white trim on the butt. Dead Girl’s outfit was a bit more revealing, with her black high-cut faux leather leotard and fishnets. Jessica was no stranger to the leotard wedgie, as hers was already riding up with her big buns hanging out. She still looked as intimidating as always, with her height a legitimate 6-foot plus (in bare feet), they do exaggerate heights and weights in pro wrestling, and an amazon-type body – thick, but very curvy and feminine. She looked so fucking cool too, with her long black hair with blue streaks in it, and her MMA-style gloves and black boots. I really felt like Living Dead Girl was the future of our business. I not only felt a little old around her (and Phoebe for that matter), but kind of lame… Especially in my ridiculous silver THONG leotard with white stripes on the sides! How did I let Sarah talk me into this? And I will say one thing about Jessica, and this is just between you and me – if I was going to be with a woman, I mean really be with a woman, it would be her! She’s so gorgeous and sexy to begin with, I’m into the whole Goth / Heavy Metal look she has going, and I especially love that she’s actually bigger than me! I tower over most women, but she could make me her girly-girl! Ha-ha! Although I think I still have her beaten in the butt department… Seriously, she’s at least 4 inches taller than me and a full-bodied woman, and my bum is still freakin’ bigger! Did I really wear a thong for this match?

Anyway, the bell rang to start the match, and the three of us stood center-ring, face to face to face with the fans cheering for the action to start. Dead Girl and Phoebe already had a serious issue between them, Phoebe having beaten her badly in a match, and then Dead Girl getting revenge by interfering and costing Phoebe the title against me (as she had me beaten), so they went after each other first. Dead Girl grabbed Phoebe by the throat, but the resourceful former champion kicked her in the knee, dropping the big woman to the mat. I came after Phoebe next, but she caught me with a knee to the belly. From there she grabbed me by the hair and the back of my leotard, giving me my first thong wedgie, if there is such a thing, and tossing me over the top rope and out of the ring.

First of all, just because a thong is so thin (compared to a fuller bottom) doesn’t mean a thong-wedgie doesn’t hurt! To the contrary, it really HURT as Phoebe yanked it high up my back and hard up my ass as she threw me out of the ring. OUCH! As I’m sure you’d guess, the fans sitting ringside where Phoebe threw me were quite pleased as I lied on my belly with a great view of my ass! A “Thank you, Phoebe!” cheer actually started, and got even louder as I slowly got up on my hands and knees with my huge bum pointing upward and only a thin spandex strip cranked up my crack! And it was cranked due to Phoebe’s ‘help’. I really needed to pull it down a little urgently! And yes, the always dependable TSW cameraman was right behind me, his camera lens filled up with all of my glorious practically-naked ass, no doubt!  
God, was the thong uncomfortable from the wedgie Phoebe gave me, so I did violate my “no wedgie-picking while selling” rule figuring that nobody would really notice that I adjusted the thong since it would still be up my ass. Unfortunately, as I tried to be discreet in adjusting the thong, enough people noticed and an “Ally picked her big butt” chant began! Ugh!

Inside the ring, Dead Girl was dominating Phoebe with a series of clotheslines, followed by a monstrous press-slam, as she lifted Phoebe high over her head. This was my cue to stand up (still outside the ring), with Dead Girl throwing Phoebe down on top of me. My job here really was to catch Phoebe and essentially break her fall so she didn’t kill herself, plus it looked cool with Dead Girl taking us both out at the same time.

I caught Phoebe, and instantly fell on my back with her lying on top of me. Dead Girl jumped out of the ring and rolled Phoebe off of me. She then grabbed me by the hair and the back of my leotard, and tossed me back inside the ring. I really wanted to scream, “Girls, I’m already wearing a thong so you don’t have to keep pulling my leotard up my freakin’ fat ass!!” as Dead Girl gave me another painful thong wedgie, but I controlled myself.

This set up a repeat of the last spot with Phoebe and me switching roles. Because of the thong, my ass was even more of the focus than usual, the fans cheering as Dead Girl grabbed a handful of naked tushy as she went to lift me over her head. Dead Girl had no problem pressing me, but I was a little nervous with Phoebe having to catch me since I outweighed her by quite a bit. The crowd was in awe as Dead Girl held me high over her head, and while her hand was no longer on my ass, she now had it right in my crotch, as it was barely covered by the skimpy front of my leotard! That was a little weird… or interesting… or…

Anyway, before fingering me (she was that close!), she dropped me down on Phoebe, who was standing up and waiting to make the catch. All of my fears were unfounded as she was in perfect position to break my fall and protect me. Now I was lying over Phoebe’s chest, and those fans were quite delighted again to have my big, thong-clad booty right in front of them. Phoebe gave them even more of a “show”, as what looked like an attempt to get me off of her included her hand (her arm was already between my legs) grabbing my ass and her thumb penetrating my butt crack! Lots of whistles and cat calls as Phoebe gripped my huge tushy cheek and her thumb disappeared into my ass crack! Unfortunately it wasn’t her first time. Ugh!

Dead Girl jumped out of the ring again, and pulled me up off of Phoebe, but just by the hair this time, thankfully! Of course, she still grabbed a handful of ass, as she lifted me up and slammed my back against the ring post. Again I was down on the outside of the ring. I actually landed on my back this time, but rolled over on my belly so the camera and the fans could get another great ass-shot.

Meanwhile, the ever-resourceful… or dirty Phoebe clipped Dead Girl’s knee from behind, knocking the amazon to the floor. Phoebe, the definite Heel in the match, grabbed some TV wire and began choking out Dead Girl as the referee yelled at her to stop. She finally stopped, grabbing the helpless Dead Girl by the hair and the back of the leotard, and giving her a MASSIVE wedgie as she threw her back inside the ring! “Move that fat ass!” she screamed, as she spanked Dead Girl once she was wedgied and resting on the ring apron.

The vicious side of Phoebe continued to show as she choked Dead Girl on the second rope, Jessica screaming and begging for mercy! Jess definitely adopted my selling techniques! Phoebe continued her choking ways, putting Dead Girl in a front face-lock that left her gasping for air. For the pervert fans, they got an incredible view as Dead Girl was bent over with her black faux-leather leotard still wedged high up her ass! I’m sure her girlfriend and my gal-pal Zoey was enjoying it!

At the risk of upsetting the perverts and Zoey, I finally made it back into the ring and surprised Phoebe with a running clothesline that broke up the choke and practically took her head off! The crowd actually did love this, cheering my name as Phoebe stumbled to her feet only to get clotheslined again. They did love seeing me kick ass, plus now everyone could see my big, bouncing butt in the ring finally! Gosh, it felt like it NEVER stopped jiggling in the thong!

Of course, this was a 3-way match, so as I went to turn to the other side of the arena to soak in the cheers, Dead Girl caught me with a big boot to the face! I went down immediately, as Dead Girl asserted her dominance again. She continued showing her power, lifting me up into a bear hug! Now I was screaming and begging for mercy, as she held me high in the air, her strong hands gripping the back of my leotard so my thong was really pulling hard on my ass crack. The referee asked me if I wanted to give up, and while my head dropped to Dead Girl’s shoulder and I was practically crying, I screamed “NO!”

Phoebe was back up, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind and around Dead Girl’s waist, making it a double bear hug or something (I had never seen or done this move before)… I was sandwiched between my two opponents, trapped and gasping for air as my ribs where being punished. Now there was no escape for your hero!

Now I have to admit something… I was really turned on during this spot! I heard stories over the years of girls getting turned on during their matches, and I certainly knew that I excited quite a few of my opponents, but it was very rare that I was actually turned on myself. But I started getting some feelings as Dead Girl bear hugged me and pulled my thong up on me (fuck, was it way up my ass and other places), and then Phoebe getting me from behind, her body pressed against my big, (mostly) naked ass… I had also recently discovered my submissive side (as I had always thought I was strictly the dominant type), and being “trapped” and practically naked between two gorgeous women was… well… hot! And it wasn’t over yet…

Phoebe yelled at the referee, “If fat ass gives up I win the match ‘cause I’m squeezing her much harder than Living Dumb Girl!” Well, Dead Girl heard this, of course, and wasn’t especially happy, so she dropped me and head-butted Phoebe, knocking her on her ass. I was down on my knees and clutching my ribs to sell the bear hug, bending over and providing another great shot of my thong and ass, no doubt! Meanwhile, Dead Girl turned her attention back to me, grabbing me by the hips and ass to pull me up, my big ass almost in her face, and putting me in a reverse bear hug, this time! Now I had Dead Girl rubbing up against my big tushy, and this time she had the front of my leotard wedging it right up my vagina! I mean, seriously, no ordinary camel toe as she was splitting me in half and everything was exposed! If I wasn’t turned on before…
Now the whistles and cat calls were really loud, and I thought my nipples were going to poke right through the silver spandex! This was a moment that would become an internet sensation, but through all of my excitement I began to realize that this could be really embarrassing for me! Once the referee saw that my womanhood was on full display, he stood in front of me blocking the view, and ordered Dead Girl to release the hold. Jess looked pretty embarrassed, not realizing how high she had my leotard. We encouraged the butt wedgies, of course, but the vagina was a bit too much.

I quickly fixed the front of my leotard (as well as I could, as I was still getting some major camel toe), with Phoebe drop kicking me into Dead Girl right afterwards. We both went down, as Phoebe went after me first. She whipped me into the corner and followed up with a running knee to my belly. She pulled me up by the hair in the same corner, and began smashing my head into the turnbuckle with my big behind jiggling the entire time! I tried to escape, but she tossed me back into the corner and started spanking my ass! She really lit into me, punishing my big butt with just that tiny spandex strip pulled up my ass. As usual I screamed and practically cried as Phoebe dominated me in the most humiliating of fashions.

We thought it might be fun and the fans would love it (especially the online perverts… um people) if Phoebe dominated both of us for a while, so Dead Girl came charging into the corner to clothesline Phoebe, but she ducked out of the way at the last second and Dead Girl hit me. I fell to the mat, making sure to lie on my side with my back to the ropes so the cameraman could shoot the action between Phoebe and Dead Girl and still get a shot of my ass in the picture.

Phoebe grabbed Dead Girl by the shoulders from behind, leaping up and driving her knees into the Princess of Darkness’s back! Now Dead Girl was down and at Phoebe’s mercy, the much smaller blonde lifting her up by her long black blue-streaked hair and putting her in a bear hug. Now of course, Phoebe, and athletic but petite woman, putting a bear hug on someone so much bigger would look ridiculous (how could she really hurt Dead Girl like that?), but NOT if a painful wedgie was involved!

So Phoebe, with her arms already around Dead Girl’s waist and her hands behind her back, viciously yanked the Goth girl’s black leather leotard up her ass! She pulled it up so freakin’ hard she actually did lift Dead Girl off the ground briefly. Jessica let out a big scream, and I don’t think she was simply selling! I mean, that leather up her ass had to hurt, and she only wore fishnets underneath.

The crowd absolutely ate this up as a huge “WEDGIE! WEDGIE!” chant broke out, Dead Girl screaming and helpless in Phoebe’s clutches. It did occur to me how much we were really pandering to the fans, especially the online perverts, as we really looked pathetic with little Phoebe (forget Dead Girl, she’s much smaller than me, too!) giving Dead Girl a long, massive wedgie as I was still laid out with my big thong-clad ass taking up half the picture! Still, it was kind of fun and would probably sell a lot of DVDs and downloads! Of course, there was that one guy (there’s always one!) who kept yelling at me to move because my “fat ass” was blocking all of the action! Ugh!

I think Phoebe was also having fun. Sometimes you can tell when the other girl is really into what she’s doing, and Phoebe briefly fondling Jessica’s ass as she continued to wedgie her with the other hand was a clear indication of that! There was a lot of sexual energy in this match! Ha-ha! Even the referee was into it! As he asked Dead Girl if she wanted to submit, he put his hand right on her butt! I’d like to say that was a surprise except that I’d had that happen to me before. More than once! Poor Jess!

Dead Girl and her poor tushy finally had enough of the torturous wedgie, and head-butted her way out of it. That staggered Phoebe as Dead Girl stood there working her black leather leotard out of her big butt. And it was work… poor girl. I swear, as embarrassing as it was to get a wedgie, it was even worse fixing it! Picking your butt in front of 2,000 people! Ugh! Although, I did manage to take some of the unwanted attention away from Dead Girl’s laborious wedgie-picking, as I began the slow process of getting back to my feet, crawling on all fours and giving the cameraman man a great shot of my ass and crotch with just that thin strip of silver spandex inside my ass crack and covering my lady-parts.

The fans began to chant “Let’s go Ally!” as I stood up and that thin silver strip of spandex disappeared between my huge butt cheeks. Would Phoebe’s reign of domination over the two big girls finally be over?? Absolutely… NOT, as Dead Girl and I staggered towards the middle of the ring where Phoebe was waiting for us! You know it, you love it, the STEREO WEDGIE was coming, as Phoebe grabbed the backs of our leotards simultaneously, and yanked them up our healthy backsides! (Much more polite than ‘big asses’!)

To say this was a crowd pleaser would be a massive understatement (to go with our massive wedgies!) as the usual “WEDGIE!” chant turned into a “WE LOVE WEDGIES!” chant, Phoebe bouncing us by our already-skimpy attire. As usual I totally hammed it up, screaming for her to stop as my arms flailed and my big tushy cheeks jiggled! And Dead Girl wasn’t far behind, jogging in place and waving her big arms as that black leather leotard was CRANKED up her ass again! Usually it was yours truly, but Jessica had to be the ‘Wedgie MVP’ of this match, although I was the one letting it all hang out… literally!

It was only a matter of time before my leotard started giving me problems (started?), and not only was my leotard wedged up my vagina again, but I looked down and was horrified to see that one of my nipples had slipped out of my top! I tucked my boob back in, which wasn’t easy with Phoebe bouncing me by my thong, and quickly moved that same hand so it was over my crotch. Sure to be another YouTube classic, I’m sure! Ugh!

Anyway, the ‘stereo wedgie’ continued with the cameraman actually crawling inside the ring to shoot me and Dead Girl from underneath. He had shot me this way before outside the ring, getting down on the ground and pointing the camera up at my ass. I imagine it’s something the ass worship and face-sitting fans love, along with the guys (and girls) who love big butts. I’m sure our bouncing, wedgied tushies looked absolutely HUGE from that point of view! It was so humiliating, but a part of the business (and my obvious ASSets) that I had made peace with. Dead Girl wasn’t happy doing the really exploitive stuff at first either, but she wasn’t as bothered by it now, partly because of my lead. She even got her own version of the high-cut leotard, because it looked good and gave her a great wedgie. Even before Phoebe split her big Gothic glutes in half it was constantly riding up on her!

So the cameraman continued getting the big ass footage, as Dead Girl and I played the total damsels in distress. There was no doubt in my mind that Phoebe was enjoying herself, even getting some laughs from the crowd with her biting commentary. “For two supposed athletes you girls have REALLY fat asses!” she cracked, as she continued yanking the costumes up are admittedly big behinds. “The catering here must be really good to keep your bums so huge! I mean seriously, Fatty Ally, and, Large Derriere Girl, mix in a freakin’ salad every once in a while, you COWS!”  

At this point my ass and crotch were burning, and poor Jess had that leather so far up her ass, she’d probably need surgery to remove her wedgie, so we both got to the top rope and grabbed it to break the hold. “Let them go or you’ll be disqualified, Phoebe!” barked the referee, who had his hand on my ass this time as he admonished Phoebe, who was still wedging the leotards up our asses.

Phoebe finally cooperated, letting go of our suits and stepping back briefly as we both slumped over the ropes with our big behinds sticking out. Of course, I was wearing a thong, so my leotard stayed inside my crack no matter what, but Dead Girl left her black leather leotard wedged high up her fishnet-covered bubble butt.

“Let’s get you out of the way and I’ll finish off Ally!” announced Phoebe, grabbing Dead Girl by the hair and leotard again (talk about overkill!) to toss her over the top rope. This didn’t exactly go smoothly, as Phoebe had trouble lifting the much larger Dead Girl. Poor Jessica was not only getting another MEGA-WEDGIE, but she got hung up on the tope rope, bending over at the waist with her huge tushy pointing up in the air! The crowd LOVED Dead Girl’s latest humiliating predicament, chanting "BOTTOMS UP!” as Phoebe finally grabbed two handfuls of ‘Dead Derriere’ and pushed Jess off of the rope and down to the floor below. Those same fans were treated to more big sexy butt, as Dead Girl hit the floor and rolled over on her front, just lying there with her costume still wedged high and deep inside her ass crack!  

Meanwhile, I turned around only to have Phoebe hook my leotard for a suplex. The wedgie overkill continued a she lifted me up with a handful of shiny spandex, the thin strip of material again pulling hard on my ass crack and vagina! This was just a quick snap suplex, as I came crashing down on to my back within seconds. Like Dead Girl, I rolled over on to my belly so everyone could see my big ass and thong, and to set up Phoebe’s next move. Well, not really a move per se…

“This looks really high up you fat ass, Ally! Even for a thong!” Phoebe laughed, pulling the spandex strip out of my ass crack, and then letting it snap back into place! I let out a huge scream as the thong snapped back into my ass, my arms and legs rising up momentarily with my big tushy cheeks jiggling. “I take it that hurt, Sporty Wedgie?” she asked, spanking my exposed rump, and reaching into my ass crack for the shiny thong again. “No! NO!” I screamed, as she pulled the stretchy thong up even higher this time, and let it snap back into my tender bottom crack again! “DAMN YOU, PHOEBE!!” I yelled, reaching up and grabbing her by her blonde locks, a big Sporty Ally comeback about to commence perhaps, but Phoebe quickly snuffed it out as she grabbed my black locks and slammed my head into the mat. “Boy this leotard still looks so uncomfortable,” Phoebe grinned, using her thumb and index finger to pull the thong out of my ass crack for a 3rd time! “DON’T YOU DARE!!” I screamed, as she snapped the thong back into my butt crack again, my toned, athletic legs rising up in reaction and my big, soft butt cheeks jiggling! “You’re so much fun, Ally,” Phoebe smiled, lightly rubbing my huge, naked tushy with only the thin spandex strip pulled up between my two fleshy buns, as I used my arm to cover my face in shame. “Some champion!”

This was the part of the match where the fans stopped enjoying my peril, as a huge “LET’S GO ALLY!” chant filled the TSW Arena. They liked seeing me in sexy, humiliating situations, but at some point enough was enough, and it was time for me to rise up! But would I? Maybe not if The Cat-Woman’s utter domination of me in my last match was any indication! You’ll have to wait until the next part to see!



To be continued

I began defiantly slamming my hand down on the mat, and the “LET’S GO ALLY!” chant got louder and louder! Phoebe’s expression quickly turned from elation to fear, as she continued rubbing my big, thong-exposed bum, but at a much slower pace. “No! NO!” she screamed, picking me up by the hair and the back of my leotard. She pulled the leotard halfway up my back (at least!), and threw me into the corner of the ring, but this time, with the fans urging me on, I was ready to strike back!

Phoebe charged into the corner, looking to finish me off, but instead she tasted my boot, a she was met with a Super Kick to the chin! The crowd absolutely loved it, as I put Phoebe on her back. “Yes I am the champion! I AM YOUR CHAMPION!” I yelled, as I lifted Phoebe up by her blonde hair and shorts, giving her a wedgie for a change, as I whipped her into the corner.

The fans chanted “ALLY’S YOUR CHAMPION!” as I charged into the corner, turning at the last second and driving my butt into Phoebe’s petite body! The former champ went down again, leaning up against the same corner. Now the fans were HOT, and a “Give her a stinky face!” cheer started. “Oh c’mon, you guys!” I responded, a big smile on my face. Again they chanted “Give her a stinky face!” but even louder this time. “You really want me to stick this,” I laughed, turning around and pointing to my butt, the thin silver spandex strip pulled high between my bare, sizable cheeks, “in her face?” The fans quickly answered with a loud and resounding “YES!” With a goofy smile on my face, I said, “Well, since you asked so nicely,” and slowly turned my butt towards Phoebe’s face. The roof nearly came off the arena as I arched my back, stuck my big behind out, and rubbed it in the pretty blonde’s face! I really went for it too, as I pressed my big tushy against Phoebe’s face, and rubbed it around vigorously! Poor Phoebe, but the fans absolutely loved it as her face disappeared between my big buns! I wasn’t kidding when I said I really went for it! As I rubbed my ass against her face, I felt my cheeks opening up with her nose and mouth deep inside my crack!

I finished the stinky face, pumping my fist as the crowd chanted my name. I got a good laugh as big “ME NEXT!” chant started, the TSW Arena wanting their own taste of the Sporty Tushy apparently! Fun was fun, but I still wanted to give the fans a serious, kickass match, so as Phoebe finally stumbled to her feet, I grabbed her around the waist from behind and gave her a German suplex with a release! I loved doing this move to Phoebe because she was light and I could really toss her over my head!

Again Phoebe stumbled to her feet, and this time I grabbed her around the waist from the front, and gave her a belly-to-back suplex! As I grabbed her I also got two handfuls of shorts, so now her bottoms were wedged high up her ass like a thong! “WHO’S YOUR CHAMPION?!” I yelled, slapping Phoebe’s bare butt to get her attention. “TELL ME! TELL ME!” I continued, as my real-life frustrations were coming out during the match. I got down on Phoebe’s chest, and began slapping her across the face. “OKAY, I’LL SHOW YOU!” I yelled, as she remained silent.

I lifted Phoebe up, and put her head between my thighs to set up my finisher, the Ally Bomb! The fans popped huge again, as the end of the match and a successful title defense for yours truly was near. With Phoebe seemingly helpless, bent over with her blue shorts wedged deep inside her bottom cleavage, I tried to lift her up, but she grabbed on to my ankles to try to block the fearsome finisher. With her hands gripping my ankles tightly, a look of shock came over my face as she pulled my legs out from underneath me and dropped me on my ass!

“No! NO!” I screamed, as she held on to my ankles and turned me over into a Boston Crab! I was now lying flat on my front as Phoebe held my legs between her arms, pulling them back and applying tremendous pressure to my forcibly-arched back. The Boston Crab was not only a classic finisher, but created a great visual as Phoebe lifted my legs up and bent my body back, my huge ass raised up and right over my head as I screamed in pain. I could see the cameraman focusing right in on my big tushy cheeks, as they tensed up around the thin strip of shiny spandex pulled high up my bottom crevice. He could easily shoot the pained expression on my face and my plump, thong-clad booty at the same time!

The crowd, surprised by the sudden turn of events, went silent momentarily, but a big “Let’s go Ally!” chant started soon after. I would need a big lift from the fans, as Phoebe had me trapped in the painful submission hold in the center of the ring, no ropes to grab to force her to let me go. While the fans cheers were loud, it was very easy to hear my anguish as I screamed like she was about to break me in half! “GIVE UP, ALLY!” yelled Phoebe, leaning back even further, my fat butt cheeks ‘suffocating’ my skimpy thong, the thin strip in the crotch riding up into my pussy.

The fans continued to cheer for a comeback, as I began to slowly crawl to the ropes to break the submission hold. “NO, ALLY!” the crazed Phoebe screamed, pulling me back to the center of the ring! “OH, GOD NO! NO!” I screamed, my back still painfully arched with my fat naked bottom cheeks and the thin strip of gray spandex pulled up my ass high over my head.

I raised my hand, about to tap out and give Phoebe the victory and her title back, but Living Dead Girl charged into the ring suddenly, clotheslining Phoebe and saving me! She also saved her chance to win the title, as the match would be over after the first pin-fall or submission.

Again I rolled over on my side so the cameraman could shoot the action and still get my ass in the shot. Meanwhile, Phoebe tried to run away from Dead Girl, but the Gothic Amazon caught her from behind, pulling the blonde’s shorts down as she tried to crawl under the bottom rope. The crowd popped as Phoebe’s butt was briefly bare until Dead Girl pulled her up by the shorts and gave her another wedgie. Dead Girl had fixed her leotard before she got back inside the ring, but the high-cut black leather back was already riding up her crack as her fishnet-covered butt cheeks were clearly hanging out.

Dead Girl flung Phoebe off the ropes like a ragdoll, and planted her big black boot in her face on the ricochet. The much smaller blonde went down hard, and stayed down as the Princess of Darkness dropped a big elbow on her. Dead Girl waited with her arm high in the air, poised to deliver a big choke-slam when Phoebe got to her feet.

Like clockwork, Phoebe struggled to her feet and walked right into Dead Girl’s waiting hand, the cheeky Goth grabbing her around the throat. Using her other hand, Dead Girl grabbed the back of Phoebe’s shorts, giving her a mega-wedgie as she lifted her high in the air and slammed her back down to the mat! But much to Dead Girl’s dismay, the almost lifeless Phoebe landed near the ropes and rolled out of the ring before she could be pinned

The frustrated Dead Girl turned her attention to me, waiting for me to stumble to my feet so she could choke-slam me for the win and the TSW Women’s Title. Sure enough, I got up slowly and walked right into her trap, her big hand quickly around my throat. Dead Girl, realizing what a disaster it could be if she grabbed the back of my leotard to lift me up, instead grabbed my ass for added leverage. While that saved me from another massive wedgie, it didn’t do much for my dignity or comfort as her hand squeezed my big butt cheek with several fingers disappearing into my ass crack! Ouch! Ugh! You get the idea. Lots of whistles from the crowd as Dead Girl fondled (and explored?) my Sporty Booty!

Dead Girl finally put me and my giant rump out of our misery, slamming me down to the mat with a resounding thud. Now she had me beaten, the pin-fall just a formality as she hooked a leg for added leverage, and yet another great shot of my ass crack and crotch for all of those fans. The referee made the 1 and 2 counts without me even moving a muscle, and just as he was about to hit the mat for the 3rd time, Phoebe was back inside the ring pulling Dead Girl off me by the leg at literally the last millisecond! Now Phoebe saved me from certain defeat and kept the match going!

The frustrated and enraged Dead Girl went after Phoebe, but the former champ was ready for her, poking the Goth Amazon in the eye followed by a dropkick that sent the temporarily blinded Dead Girl over the top rope and back down to the floor.

“You and me again, Ally!” Phoebe yelled, picking up by the hair first, and then putting her shoulder into my midsection as she grabbed the back of my thigh with one hand, and my ass with the other hand. “You… are… a load,” she laughed, lifting me up so I was lying over her shoulder, my arms dangling down her back as my big behind was pointing high in the air. The over-the-shoulder carry was really popular with the fans anyway, and we knew they’d LOVE to see me carried wearing a thong! Phoebe, who still had one hand on my thigh and one right on my ass, (even giving my plump cheek a good squeeze!) held me right in front of the cameraman so he could get a good close-up of my huge tushy in the most humiliating of positions. And please, no jokes about needing a wide-angle lens! I’ve heard that one enough, thank you!

Anyway, the gratuitous butt shot continued, the thin strip of spandex that divided my big tushy barely visible inside my bottom cleavage, the outline of my vagina quite visible through the light-colored material (barely) covering my crotch. “Crack kills!” Phoebe exclaimed, pulling open my ass cheeks as if the fans hadn’t seen enough on my ass and thong already! “And it smells!” she continued, fanning her nose with her hand, which got a lot of laughter from the crowd. Thanks, Phoebe!

My damsel-in-distress act continued, and I was about as damsel-y and distress-y as you could get, the petite Phoebe carrying the much larger me over her shoulder with my big tushy in the air! As usual, the blonde former champion further asserted her dominance over me with a hand grasping my bare butt cheek, her middle finger extremely close to entering my ass crack.

Another “Let’s go Ally!” chant started, but I was still absolutely helpless as Phoebe sat me on a turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. Again the cameraman was right in position to shoot my ass, standing behind me on the floor as the turnbuckle disappeared under the weight and width of my huge bottom. It reminded me of a vacation I took with the twins and Emily where someone took a picture of me riding a ten speed bicycle, and you could barely see the freakin’ seat I was sitting on because my butt was so big! One cheek was on one side of the seat while the other cheek was on the other side, and the seat itself was basically up my butt crack. And of course I was wearing a pair of short shorts with my ass hanging out and a permanent wedgie, so it was so freakin’ obvious. But I digress…

So the cameraman was getting another great shot of my ass, which I’m sure looked enormous as he was shooting me from below, outside the ring on the floor. The fans sitting in the section directly behind me were quite happy, chanting “We love Ally’s big booty!” with my two huge naked butt cheeks and just a thin strip of spandex pulled up my ass crack practically in their faces!

Phoebe climbed up to the second rope, and hooked my leotard to ready me for a super-plex. Those same fans got another amazing view, as Phoebe stood me up and pulled the leotard halfway up my back! Even better, she had to bend me over to begin the super-plex, my big naked butt cheeks spread open and the outstretched thong visible inside my bottom crevice. Within seconds my legs were high in the air as I was turned upside down for the super-plex, Phoebe’s continued grip on the leotard causing the front to ride up inside my vagina! I swear this frontal wedgie was even worse than the one Dead Girl gave me earlier. So embarrassing!

The super-plex was completed as I was lying flat on my back in the middle of the ring. I laid there motionless like I was dead, even leaving the leotard wedged into my pussy. I think a part of me started resenting that I was asked to wear the leotard, (I’m always the team player!) so I would let the company deal with any heat they got over my vagina showing.

Phoebe, sporting a huge smile on her face, looked out to the crowd as they booed her relentlessly. “You all suck, and Fatty Ally and her fat ass suck even more!” she screamed, as she got down and pinned me, hooking a leg for added leverage. She pulled my leg up high so a lot of my ass was showing, the referee beginning the 3-count. Again his hand hit the mat for the 1 and the 2 without me even moving a muscle, but Phoebe pulled my head up right before his hand came down for the 3rd time! “No, I have a more creative way to pin our poor, little Ally!” Phoebe announced, as I continued to lie on the mat motionless and clearly beaten.

As things still looked dire for me, the crowd suddenly popped as Dead Girl climbed up on the ring apron! Again it looked like I would be saved from most certain defeat, but Phoebe ran at Dead Girl and kneed her off the apron before she could enter the ring. Dead Girl was down and out again, and I still hadn’t moved a muscle ready to be pinned again.

“Not this time, Living Dumb Girl!” Phoebe yelled, turning her attention back to me. “I think you’ll all like THIS!” she continued, pulling my legs up off the mat so I was turned upside down on my head and shoulders, my huge behind pointed up in the air! Even with the fans firmly on my side, they did cheer for the tantalizing pose, my big ass cheeks like two mountains and separated by the narrow strip of shiny spandex. Of course, our ever-pervy referee was more than a little distracted by the position Phoebe put me in, up on my head and shoulders and bottoms up, the horny official simply gawking at the spectacle that was my upright rump.

As the sexy pin continued, without the referee actually making a count, Kasey jumped over the railing to the cheers of the fans! We really liked the storyline with Kasey as my “guardian angel”, and the fans loved it too. Of course, she was thrilled to do it being a huge fan of mine.

As the fans chanted “Kasey! Kasey!” the teenager attempted to revive Dead Girl. “You need to get in there and break up the pin before it’s too late!” she yelled, shaking the Princess of Darkness’s shoulders. Kasey’s efforts proved somewhat fruitful, Dead Girl getting both hands on the ring apron but still struggling to lift herself up into the ring.

Back inside the ring, Phoebe sat down on the backs of my legs as I was still in the same pinning position, shoulders down and bottom up, spanking my big naked butt as she yelled at the referee to count the pin. The referee got down to count the pin, finally tearing his eyes away from mountainous, upside down tushy and the skimpy strip of shiny spandex covering my anus and not much more!

The end of my brief title reign was near as I was still as helpless as ever, and Dead Girl couldn’t get herself back inside the ring despite Kasey’s aid. But the persistent teen didn’t give up, grabbing the back of the Goth Amazon’s leotard with both hands to help her get in the ring and break up the pin. While the crowd was super-serious at this point, seeing the gravity of the situation as their favorite wasn’t about lose, they did cheer briefly as Dead Girl’s black leather leotard rocketed up her bubble butt! Kasey, in her desperation to get the big woman back in the ring, gave her a MASSIVE WEDGIE! Poor Jessica had been the recipient of some big wedgies during the match, but this one had to be the most painful and humiliating! I mean, from young Kasey! But Jess was always a good sport, and it did add to the drama of the match.

Again the referee was making the 3-count, one slap of the mat away from awarding Phoebe the TSW Women’s Championship! Dead Girl, who was still quite weak, reached her long arm out and yanked Phoebe off of me as the ref’s hand was just inches from hitting the mat for the 3rd time! Once again I was saved, as I was clearly defeated!

Phoebe had another fit and began to viciously choke Dead Girl, the Goth helpless and gasping for air. I was still down and out, although not up on my head and shoulders with my huge ass in the air anymore. I was resting on my side again, my big tushy cheeks once again squeezed together with the narrow strip of spandex that was my thong pulled up my ass crack.

Phoebe yanked Dead Girl up by the hair, the big woman’s leotard still cranked high up her ass from the huge wedgie Kasey gave her. The petite blonde was still in a rage, smashing Dead Girl’s head into the turnbuckle repeatedly! One of the great things about Phoebe was that she had this crazy / violent side that made her believable when dominating much larger women. Having her kick my big butt wasn’t much of stretch, as I was the peril-prone heroine in every match, but Dead Girl was pretty badass and just a physical force with her size. Still, Phoebe just seemed dangerous enough to threaten Jessica, and I have to admit that it was fun to watch. I was always a little confused as to why a good number of my fans enjoyed seeing me in trouble and even lose matches, but I could see why watching Phoebe manhandle Dead Girl… It was just kind of sexy seeing the much bigger girl sell for the smaller girl, and it also didn’t hurt that Jessica was so gorgeous, wasn’t afraid to look vulnerable, and just like my wrestling attire, her black leather leotard never stayed in place! Also like me, she wasn’t afraid to leave a major wedgie intact as she took her beating. And gosh, that leather, even faux leather, had to be uncomfortable so far up there.

Meawhile, Kasey’s work still wasn’t finished as she reached through the ropes and began shaking my shoulder. “C’mon, Ally!” she yelled, trying to get me back into the match. “You can do it… I know you can!” I know, a little cheesy and definitely corny, but the fans seemed to love it as a huge “Let’s go Ally!” chant started, and got louder and louder as Kasey pumped her fist in the air.

I grabbed on to the ropes and slowly rose to my feet, as Dead Girl had turned the tide against Phoebe, grabbing her by the throat and tossing her into the corner, followed by a serious of hand strikes that knocked the former champion silly! As Dead Girl reared back for one final punch, certainly a KO blow for Phoebe, I grabbed her arm from behind, spun her around, and hit her with a super kick to the chin! My kick sent Dead Girl flying over the top rope and to the floor. Phoebe, who was still really out-of-it, came staggering out of the corner and right into my waiting arms. Or boot, in this case, as I kicked her in the belly to set her up for the Ally Bomb. Now the crowd was going crazy as I put her head between my thighs, lifted her up so she was sitting on my shoulders, and then dropped her down on her shoulders and back with a loud thud! I quickly got on top of Phoebe for the pin with the referee and the crowd counting 1, 2, and with Dead Girl scrambling back into the ring, THREE, as the Princess of Darkness was just a millisecond too late to break up the pin! Moments later my hand was raised with the announcement, “Your winner and STILL TSW Women’s Champion, SPORTY ALLY!”

The crowd was ecstatic, one side of the arena chanting “SPORTY!” while the other side followed with “ALLY!” Like with my last match, I was overcome with emotion with everything happening in my life, more specifically Richard, and started crying. But this time it was more about the positivity and comfort of being around all of these people who loved me. “I love you guys so much!” I yelled, throwing kisses to each side of the arena as I held up my title belt up high. I pointed my index finger to the belt, and yelled “Because of you!” to each side of the arena, showing my thanks for their support. I motioned to Kasey to climb inside in ring, gave her a huge hug and raised her hand. Of course the crowd started chanting “KASEY! KASEY!” which she loved and I loved even more, I think! Such great vibe! I even bowed to each side of the arena, although I think it was the fans sitting behind me as I bowed in my thong that enjoyed the gesture the most! Ha-ha! Yes, the “We love Ally’s thong!” chant started again!  

Of course, the post-match festivities weren’t complete until I jumped out of the ring and kissed Zach, as he sat at ringside. “You were amazing, baby,” he said, running his fingers through my sweaty hair. “And that thong…” he smiled, giving my butt a little squeeze. “I’m never wearing it again,” I grinned, pulling him close so I could whisper in his ear. “Except… in private for you, baby.”

What a great night, made even better by a nice late night dinner date with Zach & I and Zoey & Jessica. With the twins sleeping over Em’s, I spent the night at Zach’s. “Just tell him about the Richard mess,” I kept telling myself, but I never did…

Fuck, I think of myself as a brave person in so many ways, but in this situation I was just a fucking coward!  

Two nights later was Diane’s (Richard’s wife) little get-together for “just the girls.” I tried to dress a little more conservative knowing how women can get (especially relative strangers), and I heard there were some ‘rumblings’ about my pants being “too tight” and stuff like that. I simply wore a nice blue sweater with flowers and some khaki pants. Of course, the khaki pants were loose compared to my jeans, sweats, and leggings, but with the size of my ass, they still gave me constant wedgies!

The night with Diane and the other mothers was going really well. It was certainly different, as most of the people I hang out with aren’t mothers and lead edgier lifestyles, but I didn’t feel as out-of-place as I thought I might. Yes, I’m a mom, too, but it’s just different being a wrestler and being around people like Zoey (the music / arty type) and her friends, and even Emily is single and totally career-driven. Em thinks of Jules and Jay as her children too, which I love, but that’s all she wants as far as a family goes. I heard some things about Diane that weren’t especially positive (bit of a temper), but she was really nice to me. Made me wonder how she could ever stay married to RICHARD. I mean, such a fucking asshole.

Anyway, I went to the bathroom and standing there in another doorway was Richard. Ugh! “Not tonight.” I whispered sternly, trying to just walk away, but he grabbed me by the waistband of my pants! “Let go,” I said, the khaki pants tightening inside my ass crack as he was giving me a wedgie! “You don’t need to play hard to get, baby, ‘cause I’m already hard,” he said, dragging me by the back of my pants into his office, and shutting the door. “Let go of me,” I demanded, as he wedged the pants deep between my sizable cheeks. “I didn’t want to make a scene out there…” I said, chopping down on his wrist and forcing him to let go of my pants.

I tried to just leave, not even fixing my pants which were in a major wedgie, but he followed me and grabbed me from behind again. “No, you asshole,” I said, as this time he reached inside the back of my pants, and now had a handful of my white cotton panties! “You’re going to rip them,” I said, the high-cut undies yanked up my bottom crevice and halfway up my back. “Oh no, not that,” Richard mocked, the back of the panties stretched high above the waistband of my pants, the leg-holes rising up the sides of my body. “Now just cooperate, Thunder Buns, and I’ll have you back out there with those other bitches pretending to like each other and engaging in inane conversation in a matter of minutes.”  

“God, when will this stop?” I thought, as he bent me over his desk, my panties still pulled high up my back, the khaki pants still wedged deeps inside my ass.  
“Undo your pants so I can pull them down… and do it fast,” he said, slapping my khaki-covered caboose, the generally conservative pants leaving little to the imagination buried inside my huge behind. And I thought they gave me a big wedgie when I got out of my car!
“Fine,” I said, already feeling humiliated as I reached underneath me and unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the pants.
“Oh, very nice,” he smiled, pulling the pants down my mountain-like butt cheeks and out of my ass crack thankfully! “You even smell good… for a change,” he laughed, leaning down and practically sticking his nose in between my cheeks.
“Will you hurry up!” I demanded, Richard pulling up on my already wedged panties. “I’ve been gone for a long time already!”
“Ha! You’re worried that they think you’re taking a big, stinky shit?” he cackled, giving me a loud, hard spanking across the ass, as I was still bent over the desk. “You don’t look like you miss many meals, Fatty Ally. I can only imagine how much your big, fat ass produces…”
“You’re disgusting!” I shot back, Richard fondling my ass as he continued pulling up my panties.
“You don’t talk to me like that, little girl,” he scolded, his right hand striking me on the ass repeatedly!
“Not so loud,” I whimpered, his unrelenting hand making a loud noise against my big, jiggling bottom.
“I can’t help that, Fatty,” Richard laughed, still with a handful of panty that he was pulling up my ass. “Your ass is so big and blubbery… Speaking of which, I saw your match in the thong! I’ve never seen such a big, fat ass in a thong before! I mean, seriously… you looked ridiculous… even for you.”
“Whatever,” I said dismissively, my big bottom subjected to a second round of painful spankings. “A lot of people seemed to like me in a thong…”
“Well, they also tell you that you’re pretty and talented, Fatty,” he smirked, still wedging the white cotton panties up my bottom crevice as he continued fondling my ass. “In other words, dummy, they’re lying to you. Actually, you were REALLY slutty in that thong leotard. Again, even for you. Forget that your enormous ass was totally exposed, but nip-slips, and even your smelly pussy was showing sometimes. How desperate and just pathetic are you??”
“It’s for the show, asshole,” I responded, the hate building inside of me. I mean, how dare he talk about me like that? I was proud of my work, and the feedback I got from the fans was overwhelmingly positive. And I’ve always been proud of my body. No, I’m not some fucking stick girl super-model or even someone like Phoebe… I’m athletic and strong, and very curvy and womanly at the same time, and I couldn’t be any happier with my appearance. This asshole’s words mean nothing to me!
“Just move to porno and get it over with already, Slutty,” he said, smacking me across the ass again, my panties still wedged up high and offering my bum zero protection. “You know, those two brats of yours are going to see you and your fat, naked ass on the internet someday… someday soon…”
“Don’t you dare mention my kids!” I exclaimed, finally standing back up and facing him.
“You and those fucking kids,” he sneered, as I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. “I’ve absolutely humiliated you because of them, and they’re still going to know… They’ll know much sooner than later what a fat-assed slut their mother is…”

That was all I could take, hitting him with a right hand to the jaw that knocked him to the floor!

“Oh, fuck… you can punch…” he mumbled, grabbing me by the ankle. “I still have a fucking hard-on, SLUT… so why don’t you come down here and fuck me?”

As he gripped my ankle, I lost my balance and fell to the floor next to him. But it was still advantage-ME, as I got on top his chest and punched him in the face again. “You will never touch me again, I will never fuck a lowlife creep like you EVER, and I swear I’ll kill you if you ever mention my children again. Do you understand? Or do I have to hit you again?”

“No… no,” I understand, he said his lip bleeding and his eyes tearing up. “Just don’t… don’t hit me again…”

What a little bitch! Although… I wasn’t exactly proud of myself. But I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Then things went from bad to worse…

“What is going on in here?!” Diane screamed, opening the office door and storming in.
“I told you about her… she’s one of those crazy wrestlers,” Richard said, slowly getting to his feet. “Wanted to have sex with me, and when I refused she got violent…”
“That’s a lie, Diane!” I exclaimed, realizing that my pants were still down and my panties were wedged up my ass.
“Oh, I’m sure it isn’t the whole truth, ALLISON,” she said coldly, as I frantically picked the panties out of my butt crack, and pulled up my pants. “But I’ve heard things about you… and the very first time I have you in my house…”
“Diane, I’m telling you,” Richard said, rubbing the blood from his lip. “I was just doing some work… And in she walked. Practically had that big booty in my face… Sat on my desk with a big smile and her fat butt pointed towards me… Took my hand and put it on her ass…”
“YOU LIAR!” I yelled, turning around to Richard. “LIAR!” I continued, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Now tell the truth! Tell her the truth!”

As I had Richard pinned against the wall, trying to force a confession out of him, something hit me in the back of the head and I fell to my hands and knees. “Diane?” I said, as she was holding a cracked part of a wine bottle that she struck me in the head with!

The room was spinning around me and I couldn’t get up. I heard Richard laughing, and Diane asked, “So, she’s really this big tough girl wrestler?” “Yes,” Richard answered. “Let me get a camera and we’ll have some fun. I assume the other girls went home?” “Yes,” she answered, grabbing me by the back of my pants as I was still down on my hands and knees, much closer to blacking out than getting my bearings.

“A wrestler?” Diane giggled, dragging me by my khaki pants and panties, both of which she was wedging up my ass. “Diane, wha… what are… you… you… d..doing?” I mumbled, grabbing at her slacks with what little strength I had left. “Oh right, you girls love to wrestle in your underwear,” she smirked, unbuttoning my pants as I was helpless to stop her. “Diane… your husband… you don’t understand…” I said, as she turned me around, and began pulling my pants down in back. “Oh, I understand,” she responded, my panties coming down with my pants. “Oh dear,” she laughed, my bare butt only on display for a few moments as she pulled my panties back up. “Diane, he’s been… blackmailing me,” I mumbled, as she stuck her fingers inside the leg-holes of my panties, lifting them up so the panties were wedged up my bottom crevice again. “There, just the way you like them, Allison,” she said, giving the waistband on the underwear a quick upward tug so the panties were even higher on my big behind.

My head began to clear a little, and I reached back and grabbed Diane’s wrist as hard as I could. “Would you listen, please,” I said, hearing Richard’s footsteps as he came back inside the office. “Don’t touch me!” Diane said, driving her elbow into the back of my head where she hit me with the bottle.

After that the room went black.

When I woke up, it was morning and I was in my car in the parking lot at the mall. “My God, what happened to me?” I thought, as I was dressed again, but with my panties still painfully wedged up my tushy. “Fucking psychos… must have driven me here after… What did they do to me? My head… still hurts… She must have cut me. I should get to a hospital. Oh my God… I was supposed to pick up the twins at Emily’s last night… 8 hours ago!”

I drove to Em’s as fast as I could, not even fixing the panties that were still deep inside my butt from the wedgie Diane gave me. “ALLY!” Emily exclaimed, as she pulled open the front door. “We were so worried about you!” she continued, giving me a hug. “I’m sorry, Em...” I said, not wanting to explain what happened. “Why didn’t you answer your cell?” she continued. “Zach was out all night looking for you! Zoey and Sarah, too. What happened?”  “I can’t… I just can’t say right now,” I said, beginning to tear up. And now Em was really mad. “Ally, your kids were in my house while you were doing whatever you were doing. You’re 9 fucking hours late. You look like HELL. What happened to you?”

I just shook my head in shame, and walked into the house to see Jules and Jay. “MOMMY!” they yelled, as they ran to me. “I’m sorry I’m late… I love you guys,” I said, kneeling down and hugging and kissing them both.  

I took the kids to school, and then went to the ER to get the back of my head stitched up. They asked me if my boyfriend or husband hit me, and I made up a story about falling on some ice. I thought about going to the police, but the thought of explaining all of this to them and in court made me absolutely sick to my stomach. I just wanted it all to go away! Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

I got home, and before I could call anyone Zoey called me.

“ALLY! My God, are you all right?!” she said, crying hysterically.
“I’ve been better, honey,” I said, sitting down at my computer.
“It was that Richard asshole, I bet?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered, the tears rolling down my cheeks.
“There’s a video on YouTube,” Zoey continued, still crying. “It’s horrible… you’re like all out-of-it and this woman is humiliating you while this guy is filming it. Her face is pixelated out, of course, but I know it’s you she’s with, sweetie… They zoom right in on your face, the bastards…”

I quickly found the video, and it was everything Zoey said it was and 1,000 times worse! Both of them identifying me as Sporty Ally with Richard (off camera) congratulating Diane (no names were used except mine) for beating up the “Women’s Wrestling Champion.” Diane kept pinning me, lifting my leg up high so my ass was showing, with Richard counting to three. “Some fake wrestling champion!” they yelled, as they laughed hysterically and Diane turned me over and spanked me. “She has a fat ass, doesn’t she?” Richard asked, Diane grabbing both of my cheeks (as Richard got a close-up) to accentuate how big the fleshy masses were. Diane would fix my panties (pull them out of my ass, and back down), and then yank them up my ass again more times than I can freakin’ count! She took me over her knee and spanked me, first with the panties wedged high up my ass, and then with them pulled down below my big buns so my behind was totally exposed. The video ended with Diane holding me over her shoulder (they didn’t show her actually lifting me up, so I’m sure she had some help), the classic pose with my bum pointed up in the air and my panties wedged up like a thong. The big ass crack shot with her hand palming my big tushy! As the video finally closed, Diane turned around and Richard held my head up, just so everyone could see that it was me once again.

I couldn’t believe it. I started crying. They ruined me. They fucking ruined me! Yes, a lot of those things in the video did happen to me in my matches, but this was different. As much as everyone knows that wrestling isn’t real, or more accurately that the outcomes are predetermined, the wrestlers still needed to carry a certain level of legitimacy… Basically that some civilian shouldn’t be able to kick the wrestler’s ass in a match or just a fight. For example, it would have really hurt Stone Cold Steve Austin if some guy in a bar beat him up. Yes, I wasn’t Stone Cold, but this wasn’t good… I was the champion, and someone fans did believe in, and they absolutely humiliated me. Ruined me.

I was fucked, and I knew it.        

And then my phone rang again, and it was John O’ Reilly Jr. wanting me to get my ass down to the TSW Arena with the title belt immediately.

The End