A Wrestler’s Tale – Season 2 / Episode 4
By Dark J

This was the time when my life fell apart.

Everything. Fell apart.

Johnny wanted to see me and my title belt “immediately”, but I needed to take a shower first. I had been in the same clothes since yesterday, and more importantly, I needed to wash the stink of Richard and Diana off me.

A nice hot shower always relaxed me, but not this one. All I could think about was that video. That fucking video! And Diane… Richard was an absolute lowlife, but seeing her actively participate and get so much joy out of humiliating me? She was a monster, too! Maybe even worse, because in his own dysfunctional way I’m sure Richard was just thinking with his dick. He got off on humiliating me. She was just evil.

As I got dressed, I received a cruel reminder of the way Diane humiliated me, my butt cheeks sore and my ass crack tender. Perhaps I was being stubborn or thought of it as an act of defiance, as I still wore a thong and a pair of black running tights that hugged my big buns, and divided my tushy in half with a very deep wedgie? Still more comfortable than a pair of tight jeans, though.  I threw a dark blue ski jacket on, my Yankees cap and sunglasses, and I was ready to go.

I also had my title belt in hand, for probably… Well…

I got to the TSW Arena and went into the office inside. Waiting there for me were John O’Reilly Jr., the co-owner of the company, his sister Sarah, the other co-owner and my biggest supporter, and Johnny’s girlfriend and fellow wrestler, Phoebe Flare.

Sarah ran to the door and put her arms around me. “Are you all right?” she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks as she gave me a hug. “I’m sorry, Sarah,” I answered, giving her a hug and a kiss, as I was trying my hardest not to cry myself.

“You should be sorry, Ally,” Johnny piped up, reaching out his hand for me to give him my… the title belt. “You embarrassed this company. Absolutely embarrassed this company. As fast as we get that video taken down, it goes right back up.”

“I’m sorry, Johnny,” I said, as I began to tear up. “I… I…”

“You blew it, Ally!” he yelled, interrupting me before I could say another word. “All you ever talked about was ‘if I get my chance’… Well you got your chance, and you blew it!”

“Johnny, stop yelling at her!” scolded Phoebe. YES, Phoebe. Sarah was just a mess, and couldn’t talk. “You know that video was absolute bullshit!” she continued. “Do I have to remind you how Ally kicked my ass and YOUR ASS for real after the crap we pulled?? Something dirty must have happened…”

“I got hit on the back of the head with a wine bottle,” I said, still holding on to the title belt. “I can show you the stitches in the back of my head…”

“That isn’t the issue,” Johnny said, shaking his head. “The issue is that YOU put yourself in that situation, and embarrassed the fuck out of yourself and US! Were you still doing those private booty calls that we told you not to do anymore?!”

“They weren’t ‘booty calls’!” I answered, feeling humiliated once again. “I did stop… But I did one… The money was really good. I have kids…”

“Well, maybe you should have thought about those kids before you let some fucking housewife spank your fat ass for the world to see!” Johnny yelled, slamming his fist down on the desk.

“JOHNNY, you fucking pig!” Phoebe yelled, standing over him and getting right in his face. “You have no right talking to her that way! I met those beautiful kids… they’re amazing, and they LOVE their mother!”

“Why are you defending HER?!” Johnny yelled, standing up so he was looking down at Phoebe. “You’re going to benefit from this, Phoebe! We’ll give you the belt again and…”

“Oh, fuck you, Johnny!” Phoebe interrupted, her pretty face red with anger. “I’m defending Ally because this is WRONG, and because with all the shit WE put her through, it’s time to stand behind her! I’m still so ashamed of myself… And I just know that Ally was WRONGED here… wronged AGAIN, and WE need to support her! And let’s be honest, genius, we were playing to much smaller houses, selling hardly any downloads and DVDs, and just doing lousy business before Ally came back! Ally’s the fucking star here! Trust me, I know! I fought it for god-knows-how-long, but the fans never wavered. They absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, LOVE Ally! They’ll have her back! I know it! I just know it!”

Now I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Phoebe’s defense of me was just… wow…

“Thank you, Phoebe,” I cried, giving her a big hug. “You don’t know how much that means to me… But Johnny is right…”

“No, Ally!” Phoebe interjected, as she began to tear up.

“Please, Phoebe, I love you for this, but Johnny is right,” I said, placing the title belt down on his desk. “I did disgrace the title and the company… I love this business and I take protecting it very seriously. He’s right… The way he went about saying it was typical Johnny, because he’s just a fucking asshole with a silver spoon in his mouth that took his father’s business and almost ran it into the ground, but he’s right this time…”

Sarah, who had just been standing against the wall crying, grabbed the title belt and put it back in my hands. “This is my company too, and you’re my champion, Allison!” she exclaimed, hugging me as the belt was pinned between our two bodies. “You’ll always be my champion! Whatever happened… I’m with you because I know the person you are, the mother you are, and you are the best fucking women’s wrestler in the world…”

“Thank you, Sarah, and none of this… what I was able to accomplish here… would have been possible without you, honey, but what I said to Phoebe is really how I feel. I need to walk away… I just do…”

I turned to Johnny and placed the title belt back on his desk again.

“I’d be more than willing to drop the belt to the next champion,” I offered, Johnny looking away from me. “Even a quick match to really put her over?”

“No, we’ll just come up with a storyline, vacate the title, and have two women who haven’t fucking embarrassed the company wrestle for it,” Johnny smirked, now looking me in the eyes. “You’re finished here, ALLY. FIRED. Get your fat fucking ass out of here…”

Sarah turned back towards the wall and began crying hysterically, but Phoebe went ballistic!

“You son of a bitch!” she yelled, slapping Johnny across the face. “You do not talk to Ally or anyone that way, you spoiled bastard! Ally’s right… you’d be NOTHING without your dad’s money and the company he put on a silver-fucking-platter for you! Ally is NOT fired, asshole! If she wants to drop the belt, fine, but you can’t fire her!”

“Oh, I can fire her,” smiled Johnny, rubbing his face from Phoebe’s slap. “There’s a clause in all of the contracts for ‘conduct detrimental to the company.’ And I can fire you too, Phoebe! I can always find somebody else who I can pay a little money, let them win a few matches, and suck my cock…”

Again Phoebe went ballistic, grabbing Johnny by the shirt and slamming him down on the desk!

“How dare you!” she yelled, holding him down the desk. At this point I had to do something. I didn’t want Phoebe jeopardizing her career or worse on my account. “Phoebe, he isn’t worth it,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. I didn’t want to forcibly pull her away. “Really, honey… come on…”

I could feel Phoebe’s body trembling with anger as she slowly removed her hands from Johnny. “That’s good, honey,” I said, as she turned to me, and I gave her a hug. “What you did here… for me… and those things you said… were so sweet,” I continued, kissing her on the cheek. “It’s the least I could do,” Phoebe said, returning the kiss. “You deserve better, Allison… so much better. I can never make up for all the crap I did… to you… But I can at least be a better person going forward… Get my dignity back…” “You have, Phoebe… and then some,” I smiled, as we both began crying. “But I don’t want you to lose your job. Especially on my account. You’re young and so damn talented. So many great years ahead of you…”

“Well, now the two of you have finally bonded, you can hang out together!” Johnny smirked, fixing his shirt. “Since you’ll BOTH be unemployed! Phoebe, you should be able to find a job doing what you do best…”

Phoebe tried to go after Johnny again, but I held her back. As much as Johnny deserved to get his fucking face punched in, it would only mean trouble for Phoebe and he wasn’t worth it.

“Johnny, you’re disgusting, and you will get yours someday,” I said, pulling Phoebe with me as I made my way out the office. “I promise you that, asshole. I knew your father very well, and he would be ashamed of you!”

I walked Phoebe out of the TSW Arena to the parking lot. “Phoebe, I so totally appreciate what you did for me in there, but I really wish you hadn’t,” I said, giving her another hug as her body was still trembling. “Maybe you should go back…” “Never, Ally,” she answered, pushing the hair out of my face, and putting her hand on my cheek. “It’s not just about a job… I actually thought I loved that monster at one time… I’m so offended by him in every way! You deserve better Ally… I don’t care what happened. I’m not sure that I deserve better, but I can no longer be around a piece of shit like Johnny…” “Well, you do deserve better, Phoebe,” I smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “A lot better, honey! I don’t know what the future holds for either of us, but let’s stay in touch?” “I’d like that,” Phoebe smiled, as we hugged and kissed one more time before leaving.

I got home and was finally able to talk to Zach. He was really relieved that I was all right, of course. I wanted to see him and explain everything, but he’d be with clients all day, and then he had to fly out for a business trip at night.  As if my life wasn’t a living hell already, I wouldn’t be able to relax until I talked to him. Told him everything. And then there was the biggest question confronting me – What was I going to do for work?

I took a couple of days to think about my options – this was all so sudden. I could feel the depression slowly coming over me, but I had to stay upbeat, for me, and most importantly, Jules and Jay. Fortunately they had an early dismissal from school one day, so I picked them up and we went for lunch and to a movie. We had such a great time! It was so uplifting for me, as I knew no matter what else happened, they were my world! Take away wrestling, money, friends, and even Zach, and I still had the love of my beautiful children!

But, and it was a big but (No, not my big butt, wiseass!), I was going need money to support myself and the twins, of course. The idea of another desk job didn’t appeal to me, although I’d do whatever it takes to bring money in for the kids. I had been saving money, so I could be a little selective, but it was also nice having that money to fall back on. I also planned on sending the kids to college, both at the same time of course, so I really needed to start saving now.    

There really weren’t a lot of other wrestling opportunities in my area (I couldn’t do a lot of traveling with the kids), and the Sporty Ally brand had taken an awful beating as a result of Richard and Diane anyway, but I quickly learned that there was a lot of demand for me in the fetish community. They didn’t care that I was a ‘disgraced’ former wrestling champion. The only thing they cared about was that I was a fit girl with a huge behind! I mean, I always knew that part of my appeal was my big butt, which we certainly exploited in TSW, but I didn’t realize what a big deal I was in the ass worship community! I didn’t even realize that there was an ass worship community! And there was a sub-interest of that fetish that I was absolutely HUGE in – yes, WEDGIES! I even did a little online research and found this message board dedicated to wedgies. They actually had a thread titled “Sporty Ally’s Wedgies” that was continually updated with my latest wedgie pictures. Both kinds of wedgies with my opponents pulling my leotard up my ass, and just when my leotard was riding up and I’d leave it there.

How did I learn of this you ask? Well, between the YouTube video and just online word-of-mouth, it was pretty well known that I was fired from TSW. While horrible for me, it was great news for these internet fetish video producers apparently, as the emails began rolling in to my inbox. Some of the offers involved actual sex, which I would never consider, but there were several wrestling-related opportunities. Not actual pro wrestling in an arena, but in a studio, small gym, or just on a mat in someone’s house.

Anyway, I called this one guy named Kevin who wanted to make a video with me. He was the one who explained to me about all of the interest in me in the fetish world. While I wasn’t exactly aware of it before, I certainly wasn’t surprised. That said, it did bum me out in the sense that I didn’t mind being a sex symbol for TSW, and I did provide a lot of fan service with my attire, and the way I bent over through the ropes, and I always made sure the camera could get a good shot of my ass, BUT there were still the fans there like Kasey who saw me as a heroine and just came to the arena to root me on and see me win. With the fetish videos, it would just be people that were fans of my body and the fetish-y aspects of my work. Kevin seemed like a nice enough guy, and I did some research and he had a good reputation, but he sounded like he was ready to jerk off on the phone! He was very excited to work with me, pun intended.

He emailed me his script, and of course it had the other thing that the fetish fans love to see happen to me. They absolutely LOVE seeing me lose. Again, I wasn’t surprised, as I got lots of email from people who said they were fans of mine and loved seeing me lose matches. That, I didn’t understand at first, but I could see some of the sexier aspects of it as time went on. Honestly, I was just trying to do my job, looking helpless and screaming for mercy, and of course I always left my wedgies in, but apparently that did it for a lot of fans!  

I read the script. It certainly wasn’t “Argo” but it wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be. There really wasn’t anything in the script that I hadn’t done in my pro wrestling career. It would be sexy and humiliating for sure, but nothing that crossed the line. I still wasn’t happy about doing it, as this was strictly for guys to do what guys do as they watched, but it seemed safe enough and the producer Kevin made me a really good offer, including money up front and a cut of the sales if it did really well. It seemed like he really wanted to make me happy so I’d work with him again.  

I did think about that doing the fetish video would further hurt my reputation as a pro wrestler, but it was different. It would obviously be fake, and while I hoped enough people would see it to make us a good amount of money, it wasn’t like YouTube where everyone could see something for free. Even though my video wouldn’t be overtly sexual, you would still have to be 21 with a credit card to order it. In my pro wrestling career I also had a lot of young fans, which made what Richard and Diane did to me even more damaging.  

I would be making the video the very next day (Kevin made me a priority), but even having just one night to think about it was hell. I put the kids to bed, and just fell apart afterwards. I just wanted to talk to Zach, and I was really worried how he’d react. And I just hated going from a 2K-plus seat arena filled with fans who loved me to some little studio where I would get humiliated for guys to pleasure themselves to. I also got kind of obsessed with checking YouTube to see if the video was still posted, and, of course, it was. God, I hated it! It would be there to torment me for the rest of my life!

I went to bed and fantasized about wrestling in a full arena again like TSW’s. My music playing as I walk down to the ring with the title belt around my waist, and the fans chanting my name. Standing there in the ring before the match as the cheering continued, and I pulled the leotard out of my ass. The match begins and the fans just eat it up as I get the early advantage. That always excited me! And they stay behind me as the match inevitably turns and I’m getting my ass kicked, and that excited me, too! Maybe even a little more knowing how some of my fans enjoyed this in a different way? The fetish fans, I’m talking about. I begin tapping into the submissive side that I didn’t know I had until recently, as I think about myself at my opponent’s mercy. Down on the mat with my high-cut leotard wedged high up my big tushy! Her punches and kicks taking their toll with a few smacks on my jiggling bottom for added humiliation. She picks me up by the hair and chokes me over the top rope, most of the crowd able to see my wedgie, as my leotard is bunched up high between my sizable cheeks and my full ass crack is showing. The referee breaks the choke hold up, but my opponent is right back on me grabbing me again by the hair and the back of my leotard. My eyes get huge and I scream “NO!” as she gives me a long, painful, and humiliating wedgie before tossing me out of the ring! I don’t realize how much I’m really into this scenario until I reach under the covers and wedge my white satin panties up my ass as I rub my crotch. Certainly a new experience for me, as I finally fall asleep, leaving the shiny panties deep inside my bottom crevice.

I only hope that my pro wrestling career isn’t just a fantasy now.




To be continued

Kevin wanted to shoot my video in the morning, which was perfect for me. I would be able to drop the kids off at school, do the video, and then be back in time to pick them up.

I got to the place where we’d be shooting which was his house. He had very nice place, so I guess the fetish video business was good. He greeted me at the door and was just a very regular looking guy. Short hair parted to the side, glasses, and on the skinny side.

“It’s such a thrill to meet you, Ally!” he said, putting out his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Kevin,” I smiled, shaking his hand.
“I’m a big fan, and you’re even prettier in person,” he smiled.
“Thank you,” I said.
“And this is my girlfriend, Tanya,” he said, a woman with long brown hair, a pretty face, and a thin, athletic body walking up beside him. “She’ll be your opponent in the video.”
“Hi, Ally,” she smiled, putting out her hand. “Like Kevin I’m a HUGE fan and this will be an honor to work with you.”
“Why thank you, Tanya,” I smiled, shaking her hand. “Lot of pressure on me now… I hope I don’t disappoint you guys!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tanya laughed. “You’re the best, Ally, and like Kevin said you’re even prettier in person. Just gorgeous…”
“Aw, you’re sweet,” I giggled, appreciative but a little embarrassed by the praise.

While I was still a little nervous about this whole thing, Kevin and Tanya seemed really nice, and they even had bagels, juice, and coffee ready for me since we were doing a morning shoot. Just a nice touch.

We went downstairs where we’d be shooting the video. It was a nice, well-lit room with some pads on the wood floor for us to wrestle on. I was still wearing a blue sweat suit over my wrestling leotard, as the video would begin with me arriving at Tanya’s place and meeting her for the first time. The basic storyline was me, the pro, training Tanya, the student, with the student getting the best of the teacher. As you already know, the market for these videos was for me being dominated.

The video began with Tanya greeting me at the door. I walked in and began removing my sweat suit. Kevin’s videos were big on ass and wedgies, so he shot me from behind as I removed my pants. I pulled the pants down my curvy hips, slowly revealing my behind. The leotard I was wearing underneath, powder blue, white stripes down the sides, and shiny, was already wedged up my ass from just the normal everyday activities – walking and getting in and out of the car. I got the pants down around my ankles, bending over for the camera as I pulled the sweats away from my feet.

The camera cut to Tanya, as leaned her head back so she could see me from behind, watching intently as my two huge buns opened wide with the spandex wad deep inside the crevice that divides them. She had a big smile on her face as I straightened back up, the seat of my high-cut leotard buried between my ample cheeks.

Kevin and his fans were not only into wedgies, but wedgie-picking, so the camera stayed focused on my backside as I slowly pulled the bunched up spandex out of my ass crack with my index fingers.

“Are you ready to wrestle?” I asked, this particular leotard one of my sexier ones as not only did my ass really hang out (even after the wedgie-pick), but you could see the outline of my nipples through the light-colored, shiny material, and a little camel toe as the high leg pulled up on my vagina.
“Sure!” Tanya smiled, dressed in black spandex tights and a matching sports bra.
“Great!” I smiled, picking an already-developing wedgie again. “I know you’re a beginner so I’ll go easy on you!”

We were about to lock up when Tanya grabbed my arm, and bent it behind my back. “Wow, very good,” I said in a patronizing manner, looking back at her as she stood behind me, pinning my arm against my back. When she grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm up, it rubbed up against the leg-hole of my leotard wedging that side up my crack like a thong! “I do watch wrestling on TV,” Tanya said. “I’m not a pro like you, but I’ve picked up a few things.”

“Ouch… ouch,” I grimaced, as she torqued the arm and pushed me against a wall. “Time to break the hold since you’re up against the wall, Ally?” she asked, as she had me on the tips of my toes. “Yes… yes,” I answered, wiggling my huge ass as I squirmed from the pain. “Having some trouble with your leotard?” Tanya giggled, giving me a slap on that naked cheek as she backed away.

I picked my wedgie again as we circled each other. I got a look of determination on my face like “I’m going to show her,” but walked right into a bear hug. “Not the most technical move, but I guess I can do it,” Tanya said, locking her hands on my lower back and lifting me up so I was on my tip-toes again. “AAAAGGGGHHHH!” I screamed, as she held me tight, her hands lifting up my leotard so it went right up my ass! “Ouch… wedgie,” I continued, Kevin moving his camera from the side of us to in back of me so he could get a great shot of the wedgie.

“Now, you’re a trained wrestler and much bigger than me,” Tanya smiled, shaking me so big my tushy would jiggle for the camera. “Shouldn’t you… ya know… be able to escape?” “Yes… but you’re giving me a wedgie,” I whimpered, the leotard high and tight inside my tushy. “No, teach, I’m giving you a bear hug,” Tanya laughed, shaking me again so my ass would jiggle. “Your ill-fitting leotard is giving you a wedgie! But I’ll let you go so you can show me another move!”

Tanya released me and I fell to the mat. As per the script I got on my hands and knees and rubbed my sore ribs, the focus of the scene my ass, of course. I left the massive wedgie I received during the bear hug in, as Tanya sat on my back and rode me like a horse. “You’re big enough to ride!” she laughed, pulling me by the hair in front as she smacked me in the ass. “This isn’t a wrestling move!” I protested, walking around the room on my hands and knees as Tanya continued spanking my behind. “Okay, teach, whatever you say!” Tanya said, driving her butt into my lower back before letting me go.

Now I was lying flat on the mat, letting Kevin shoot my huge wedgie and the spank marks on my big bum. The butt close-up continued, as I reached inside my ass crack with an index finger and thumb to pull the severely wedged leotard out from between my cheeks. If I knew I could make money picking wedgies, I’d be a freakin’ millionaire already!  

“Are you ready to continue my lesson?” Tanya asked, getting down on the floor and making a pretzel of my legs I was still on my belly. “Give me a chance to stand up!” I whined, as she sat down on my folded legs, grabbed my arms, and pulled back arching my back. “I saw this move once, and judging by your reaction it’s working,” Tanya said, pulling my upper body back as my mountainous butt cheeks tensed up, my skimpy leotard riding into my bottom crevice. “AAAAGGGGHHHH!” I screamed, selling the hold like she was about to break me in half. “What would you give me for a grade so far, teach?” Tanya asked, stretching me back one more time before allowing me to fall flat again.

“Get off me!” I screamed, Tanya still sitting on top of my folded legs, my giant rear end right below her. “I liked your leotard better the other way,” she giggled, pinching the seat of the leotard and pulling the shiny spandex back up my ass again.    

To this point I really wasn’t enjoying this. With my emerging submissive side I thought I would like making the video, but without the big crowd and athletic event feel, it just felt like I was being humiliated for a bunch of guys to masturbate to. I’m not being judgmental, I know how the world works and I’m cool with guys doing what they do, even to me, but this just wasn’t how I envisioned my career. I knew what I was getting into, everything was in the script, but it was just so damn humiliating, although I can’t say a lot more than Phoebe repeatedly pulling the thong out of my butt as in our last match.

“C’mon, teach, I’ll even help you up,” said Tanya, lifting me up by the hair, my leotard still up my butt like a thong from the wedgie she just gave me. “Now what?” I asked, as she slid her hand through my thighs grabbed my ass. “Let’s see if I can body slam you,” she announced, squeezing my bug tushy as she attempted to scoop me up and lift me into the air. “You obviously can’t,” I said, disgust in my voice as she gripped my healthy backside, a couple of her long thin fingers penetrating my crack. “Who cares?” she laughed, the camera getting another close-up as Tanya continued taking liberties with my fleshy, wedgied rump. “I’m having fun!”

I shoved the much smaller Tanya off me in disgust, quickly reaching back to fix my leotard. “I’m here to teach you to wrestle, NOT give you some cheap thrills!” I scolded her, still working the leotard out of the tight confines of my big behind. “Maybe you need to learn a little lesson in pain,” I continued, hitting Tanya with a hard forearm to the chest, followed by a second forearm to the same area that knocked her on her ass.

“Ouch!” Tanya said, getting up slowly as she rubbed her chest. “That hurt, but I can hit hard, too,” she said, hitting me with a hard forearm to the chest. I sold the blow huge, almost going down from the first one with a second forearm from Tanya putting me on my butt! Again the student got the better of the teacher, as I stayed down rubbing my sore chest, Kevin getting another close-up of my big behind with my powder blue leotard riding up on me.

“Now what are you going do to me?” I asked, fright in my voice as she lifted me up off me floor by the hair and the back of the leotard. “Oh you’ll see, big buns,” she giggled, giving me a giant wedgie as she threw me face-first against a wall. I let out another huge scream as I remained pressed against the wall, my leotard once again pulled up my ass crack like a thong.  

“This probably won’t hurt too much with all the padding you have back here,” Tanya said, holding my shoulders as she kneed me in the behind repeatedly. “This isn’t wrestling,” I whimpered, my big jiggling tushy enduring a second round of knees, the student ignoring the teacher’s plea. “Well, at least I’m wearing appropriate gear,” Tanya replied, comparing her relatively modest long black tights and matching sports bra against my very revealing leotard. “I mean, seriously, what is this?” she mocked, yanking the back of my leotard up ass again for added effect.

“You hired me for this lesson, but I will not let you treat me like this!” I said, using my big behind to push her away from me, followed by a clothesline that knocked her on her back. “How did that feel, Tanya?” I asked, slowly picking the leotard out of my ass again as Kevin was shooting me from behind, of course.

“Now I’ll show you what a size advantage means,” I said smugly, standing over the fallen Tanya. I went to finish her off by dropping butt-first on to her chest, but she rolled out of the way at the last second! “Ha-ha! You missed!” she cackled, as I was now down on the mat, rubbing my sore tushy. “I won’t miss,” she continued, predictably adding insult to injury and kicking me in the ass! “But really, how could you miss that butt?!”

“You’re supposed to be learning from me, not attacking me!” I whined, as I continued massaging my sore backside, giving myself a bit of a wedgie as I manipulated my big buns with my caring hand. “Okay, well why don’t you stop picking your fat bum and show me something?” Tanya responded, offering a hand to help me up off the floor. “Thank you,” I said, Kevin shooting me from behind as Tanya pulled me up by one arm and I picked my wedgie with the other hand.

“There you go,” Tanya smiled, as even despite my best efforts the leotard was still riding my crack, with my huge buns hanging well below the high-cut leg-holes. “Let’s show you a good basic hold,” I said, putting her in a headlock. “Ouch,” she said, one arm around my waist while the other was on my ass! “Watch that hand!” I warned, Kevin getting a close-up as Tanya was fondling my butt. “Seriously,” I continued, her hand briefly separating my big butt cheeks as the seat of my leotard rode deeper inside my ass crack. “I’m not going to tell you again, Tanya!”

Well, Tanya did cooperate, taking her hand off my bum, but only to give me a WEDGIE! “AAAAGGGGHHHH!” I screamed, as she launched the leotard up my butt crack and I lost the headlock. I did my classic Sporty Ally sell-job, screaming and flailing my arms, the leotard splitting my big, bouncing tushy in half! “STOP GIVING ME WEDGIES!” I continued, totally helpless as Tanya continued to wedgie me and spanked my jiggling buns. “I escaped, didn’t I, teach?” she laughed, justifying her underhanded tactics as she bounced me by the stretching powder blue spandex as it invaded my fat ass and pussy! “I said ENOUGH!” I shrieked, the wedgie and spanking punishing my huge rear end inside and out.  

Tanya finally released my leotard, and I quickly made my way to the door to leave! “I’m out of here!” I yelled, pulling the wedged up spandex out of my ass as I beat a hasty retreat. “But my lesson isn’t over yet!” exclaimed Tanya, catching me before I could get the door open, grabbing me around the waist from behind. “Besides, I’ll miss you,” she continued, hugging me from behind and lifting me off the floor. “Hey! Put me down!” I demanded, frantically kicking my legs, my high-cut leotard rising up in front and back! The seat of the leotard just shot up my ass crack, and the crotch, likewise, rose up into my vagina. This leotard was from my first run as Sporty Ally, when I was only 19 years-old, so it had ZERO hope of containing my much bigger 28 year-old ass (and it was good-sized then!).

Being the damsel-in-distress was never difficult for me, so I continued screaming as the much smaller Tanya held me helplessly up in the air. Kevin got the perviest camera angle possible, aiming the camera up into my crotch from his knees so you could see my exposed privates and the bottoms of my big butt cheeks as the leotard was cutting me in half!

Tanya slammed me down to the mat on my stomach, preparing for her next humiliating move. “I just wanna go,” I whimpered, picking my leotard out of my ass again as I remained on my belly. “I’m not done with you yet, sweet cheeks,” Tanya smiled, palming my butt with one hand as she patronizingly ran her fingers through my long black hair with the other hand. “And you kind of wasted your time picking that wedgie…”

Not surprisingly, the Gluteal Claw spot I did with The Cat-Woman was extremely popular with the online fetish fans, so Kevin wanted to recreate it. Yes, not exactly something that I wanted to re-live, never mind the actual feeling of having my ass squeezed and penetrated, but I agreed to do it.

I was in full-submissive mode now, lying still on my belly as Tanya yanked my leotard up my ass again. “Please stop,” I whimpered, raising my head briefly as my leotard was wedged deep inside my ass crack, my two huge naked butt cheeks standing up like mountains. “But doesn’t our match need a finish?” Tanya asked, fondling my big buns before taking her index finger and lightly running it up and down my bottom crevice. “I think I have a good one in mind…”

Tanya raised her hand in the air before slamming it hard down on my fleshy bottom. I let out a huge scream as she began squeezing my ass with the Gluteal Claw, her thumb on the outer part of my generous tushy cheek while her fingers were inside my butt crack! Thankfully she didn’t have long nails like The Cat-Woman, but her four digits were deep between my fat buns, only the wedged spandex shielding my anus.

While Kevin wanted to capture my pain and anguish as I screamed and slapped the mat, most of the focus would stay on my ass naturally, shooting it from assorted angles to show Tanya’s hand squeezing the blubbery mass and her fingers disappearing inside my fat behind. “I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!” I screamed, slamming the mat hard with my right hand. “But, sweet cheeks, and damn, is that a perfect nickname for you, wouldn’t it be really embarrassing for a teacher to submit to a student?”

Tanya’s disingenuous question only meant that she would continue punishing me and my big fat tushy, Kevin getting some extreme close-ups of her fingers deep inside my ass crack. At this point I started to cry, and NO, that wasn’t in the script. I began seeing Richard and Diane instead of Kevin and Tanya, and thought about how emotional I was when I let Cat-Woman humiliate me in front of the TSW fans with the same move Tanya was using. I fought so damn hard to get back to where I was – the champion – and now I was just a fucking joke again.

“Tanya, stop!” ordered Kevin, as he placed his camera down. “Ally, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Ally,” Tanya said, quickly removing her hand from my buttocks.
“I’m okay, I guess,” I answered, rubbing the tears from my eyes as I was still lying on my belly with my high-cut leotard wedged up my ass. “And don’t worry about it, Tanya. You were just doing your job.”
“Well, if anything we do is too much for you, just tell me, Ally,” Kevin said.
“Thanks, Kevin,” I said, trying to crack a smile. “It’s just been rough for me lately… No offense, but that’s part of the reason I’m here. But I’ll be fine…”
“We got a lot of good stuff already, so we can just have you tap out with a close-up of your hand and end it there?” Kevin offered.
“No, let’s finish it as we planned,” I said.

We resumed shooting with Tanya’s hand gripping my very full butt cheek, her fingers penetrating my ass crack again. “I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP, DAMN IT!” I screamed, slamming my hand down on the mat again, Tanya’s hand looking especially small against my huge backside. “Okay, teacher, but this is fun and I want to beat you in every way possible,” Tanya said, removing her hand from my rear end, and grabbing the back of my already-badly wedged leotard to roll me over on my back.

Tanya got on top of me and hooked my leg for a pin. Kevin shot the pin from my feet so he could get a great shot of my ass as Tanya lifted my leg up to expose me. My leotard was still wedged way up my tushy so my buns looked bare, with lots of crack showing, and the crotch of the leotard riding into my pussy was quite noticeable. Tanya made her own 3-count as I didn’t move a muscle, showing how she beat me and humiliated me into submission.

“Okay, I’m done,” I cried, slowly getting up so I could leave. Kevin was big on wedgie-picking, so he did long close-up on my ass as I pulled the wedged spandex out of my bottom crack and temporarily (‘cause it never stayed in place!) down around my big round butt cheeks. He also loved wedgies that weren’t way up the ass like a thong, so he did a long shot as I walked towards the door from behind, a long dark crease on the seat of my leotard where it was riding my crack, and my big buns were hanging out, of course.

“We’re not done yet,” announced Tanya, grabbing me from behind again. “Please, you’ve already humiliated me enough!” I screamed, my ass pressed against the much thinner Tanya’s body, my leotard already riding up my fat behind! “Oh, don’t worry, sweet cheeks, this will be quick!”

Tanya already made me submit and pinned me, so all that was left was to knock me out! She wrapped her arms around my head in a Sleeper Hold. I screamed “NO!” as my eyes got big and my arms began flailing. Tanya wrapped her legs around my waist to get me down on the mat as she continued applying the Sleeper. While I hated the Gluteal Claw I found myself enjoying this. Obviously it was a lot less intrusive (Literally! Even my my big booty has its limits!), and being trapped between Tanya’s arms and legs turned me on. There was also the wedgie, as the lower my body got the more my leotard went up my ass and pussy! The shiny spandex was pulling really, really hard on the top of my butt crack as I finally hit the floor. I took a quick peek down before I closed my eyes and my nipples were erect!

My eyes closed and I was helpless in Tanya’s arms and legs. She kissed me on the cheek before letting my lifeless body fall to the floor. She guided my body so I was lying on my belly and Kevin could get a good long shot of my big tushy and MASSIVE WEDGIE. My leotard was just ridiculously tight in my ass! Kevin later said that it was the best gratuitous ass shot and wedgie that he’d ever shot.

Tanya got up and in the ultimate symbol of domination, stood with her arms up high and a foot on my big behind. “Some teacher, sweet cheeks,” she laughed, rubbing her boot around my ass with the toe briefly disappearing between my mountainous cheeks. She kneeled down and gave me one more slap on the tushy before walking away. It was a pretty hard slap and god did my butt jiggle!

That was supposed to be the end of the video, but Kevin asked me if we could do an over-the-shoulder carry. He was really nice so I didn’t mind doing it. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t like doing the video overall, but Kevin and Tanya made it as good of an experience as possible.

I had already picked my wedgie, which wouldn’t make sense for the OTS carry since I was still out cold, so I put my index fingers inside the leg-holes of the leotard and gave myself a wedgie! Kevin decided to film this as an extra, so I made the wedgie kind of long and sexy, even bending over for the camera for the view and to ensure that I had a really deep wedgie.            
         
Tanya wasn’t strong enough to just lift me off the floor, so I stood up on a chair so I could just fall over her shoulder. Obviously this spot was a staple at TSW, and I didn’t mind doing it even though it made my butt look absolutely HUGE! All you could really see was my ass and legs, so I almost looked naked except for my boots. You could see a hint of the leotard wedged between my cheeks and some major camel toe in the crotch area, but that was it. Of course, it wouldn’t be a good OTS carry with my big tushy in the air if my opponent wasn’t copping a feel on my behind, so Tanya had her hand right on my cheek, giving it a good squeeze.

Now the video was over, but Tanya got a lot more ass as she put me down, her hands running over and fondling both of my big butt cheeks, her fingers running up into the leg-holes of my leotard so she gave me another wedgie. She was really sweet though, giving me a big hug and a kiss once I was back down on the floor.

Kevin already had my check ready which was great. “I hope we can work together again, Ally?” he asked, handing me my payment. “Honestly, Kevin,” I said, pulling the leotard out of my ass one more time before pulling up my sweat pants. “You were nothing but cool and upfront with what we’d be doing, but it was still a little too much for me. I’m not a mark for myself… I did plenty of humiliating things, got my ass kicked, and lost matches in TSW, but it still felt like sport… This fetish thing… I don’t know…” “I understand, Ally,” Kevin smiled. “You were amazing and I’m sure this will be a huge seller, but if it’s not for you…”

Kevin was really good to work with, and we would stay in touch because he was giving me a cut of the video download sales. I didn’t see myself doing another video like the one we did, but he also did a lot of strictly butt-related non-wrestling material. I was a little hesitant at first, but we set up a video and picture shoot where I would just have to pose in tight jeans and short shorts. I already had plenty of pairs of tight jeans that I knew Kevin would love since they all gave me wedgies! Speaking of which…

I got home from the video shoot, showered, and changed. The shoot went much faster than I thought it would, and I still had plenty of time until I had to pick the twins up at school. Sure enough, Zach texted me that he was back in town and was coming to see me! I was little nervous, but mostly excited. I couldn’t wait to see him… and put my arms around him. I missed him so much. I wanted to look sexy for him, so I wore this really low-cut top and some super-tight jeans. As Zach would say, “I can see your entire ass in those” as the jeans just squeezed my big buns and the seam in back just disappeared into my ass crack.

The doorbell rang and I ran to the door, but instead of Zach it was a teary-eyed Sarah.



To be continued

“Sarah, what’s wrong, honey?” I asked, giving her a big hug.
“I just came by… to say… say goodbye,” she answered, tears rolling down her quickly reddening cheeks. “For good… I’m going to California.”
“But that’s good, right?” I asked, as this scene had to be right out of a breast-man’s fantasy, my boobs in their low-cut confines rubbing up against Sarah boobs, which were practically falling out of her top! Gosh, her breasts were HUGE. I was kind of jealous, as they would have looked better on my bigger frame, not to mention balancing out my hips and huge behind!
“Yes, I can better pursue my directing career,” Sarah said, her glasses fogging up from crying. “But I didn’t plan it this way… I just have to get away from here. From wrestling and my brother.”
“I’m sorry, Sarah,” I said, as now I started crying. “I let you down. I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Allison!” Sarah said, wiping a tear from my eye. “These last few months have been amazing for me. A dream-come-true. I think back to when I was a little girl, and how I idolized you… You were so fucking cool to me. I dreamed about working with you… And I got to do that! I thank you so much, Ally… we got to do some special things together…”
“Thank you, Sarah,” I said, in full-balling-my-eyes mode. “It was my pleasure… I just wish it could have lasted longer. And ended better. But I want to you realize your dreams… You have so much talent, and you’re going to be a top director someday.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” Sarah smiled, kissing me on the cheek. “I’m just going to miss you… so, so much… I almost left without saying goodbye. I knew this would be so hard…”
“It is but I glad you came,” I said, Sarah’s hand moving from my lower back to my ass, her hand cupping my butt cheek as she ran her finger along my wedgie.
“Thank you, Ally,” she said, as I hugged her tight and kissed cheek. I was going to miss her so much! “And I know things will get better for you, honey. You’re too fucking talented and amazing… Nothing can keep you down.”
“I hope so, Sarah,” I smiled, both of her hands fondling my tushy as I continued to hug her and rest my head on her massive bosom.
“Can we just do this forever?” Sarah sighed, her index finger poking inside my ass crack, the denim seam riding even deeper between my very full ass cheeks.
“This is nice,” I smiled, kissing Sarah’s breast (the exposed portion) and licking inside her cleavage. Her huge breasts just drove me crazy!
“Fuck… Ally,” she moaned, squeezing my ass cheeks hard with both hands as she kissed me on the neck. “I love you… I love you so fucking much. Come to California with me? We can start over together…”
“Sarah, I’m engaged… and I just can’t move my kids like that,” I answered, Sarah yanking up the waistband of my jeans as she felt my giant wedgie again with the other hand.
“I know… I’m sorry,” she said, squeezing and pulling apart my huge denim-covered buns with both hands. “As usual I get carried away…”
“It’s my fault just as much,” I smiled, kissing Sarah on the cheek as she continued fondling my fat tush. “If things were different…”
“It’s cool, Allison,” Sarah interrupted, pulling up on my waistband again as she ran her fingers up and down my massive denim-wedgie. “No explanation necessary. I’m just gonna miss you so much… I know things get a little crazy… sexual between us, but I love you… the person… so much… I’ll just miss hanging out and talking, you know?”
“Well, I can’t tell you not to leave, Sarah,” I said, my voice cracking as I started crying again. “Going to California will be great for you… I know it… I love you too, and goddamn it I’ll miss you a ton! I still remember this smart, funny, beautiful little girl, and now you’re this amazing woman! I’m so proud of you, and so thankful we got to catch up with each other…”
“That means so much to me, Ally,” Sarah smiled, the tears rolling down her cheeks again. “And we’ll see each other again. I’ll come back from time to time, and you’ll always have a place to stay in California…”
“Sounds good, sweetie,” I said, Sarah holding on to my ass as she kissed me on the cheek.
“Can I just look?” she smiled, taking my hand and spinning me around so she could look bum. “Gosh, what a WEDGIE!”
“You like?” I laughed, bending over to accentuate how the skintight jeans were just splitting my huge behind in half, the seam in back CRANKED up my ass crack.
“When I said I’d miss you the person, Ally, your amazing ass will be close second,” Sarah giggled, giving my bent over-butt a good swat.
“This ass a close second? Now I’m insulted!” I laughed, giving myself a hard spanking as the jeans remained buried between my fat cheeks. “I guess I’ll have to try to convince you that my ass is #1 by visiting you in California where I’m sure you’ll have a pool that I can wear a skimpy bathing suit to. You think my wrestling leotards are bad, wait until you see how fast my bathing suits ride up my ass!”
“Makes note to find a place with a pool!” Sarah laughed, reaching her index finger and thumb into the back of my pants (Yes, it was possible!). “You can’t possibly be wearing panties with these…”
“HEY!” I screamed, as I was in fact wearing a pair of white cotton panties under my super-tight jeans, and Sarah yanked them up my ass!
“One final wedgie for old time’s sake,” Sarah announced, as she had the panties halfway up my back!
“LET GO!” I screamed, hamming it up like I was in a match, my arms flailing and my huge behind bouncing as I jogged in place!
“How can you not love Sporty Ally?” Sarah laughed, spanking my big denim buns as she continued hiking the panties up my ass crack!
“I take it these jeans are your new favorites?” I asked, looking back at Sarah as the sturdy cotton pulled hard on my bottom crevice, the seam on the back of my jeans almost like a thong pulled waaaaaaay up my ass.
“Oh, they’re nice… very nice,” Sarah answered, as she stopped bouncing me by my panties, holding me around the waist in a tender, loving sort of way. “But GOSH… that thong leotard… I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched and re-watched and re-watched that match. I hope that doesn’t sound too creepy, Ally?”
“No, not at all, Sarah,” I responded, as I turned to the side (Sarah’s arms still around my waist) and kissed her on the forehead. “You’re so sweet and cute about it… I think that’s why your inner-pervert turns me on so much. I mean, all I really hear from are guys… especially online… who all want to do various things to my ‘fat ass’ and smell my leotards after a match… Yuck. So having a brainy, arty girl with the best tits I’ve ever seen drool over me is pretty fucking cool!”
“That’s good to hear, Ally… and I love when I catch you staring at my breasts,” Sarah smiled, rubbing my bum again as my panties were still pulled well above my majorly-wedged jeans. “For your regular clothing I absolutely LOVED that blue dress you wore the night you came over for dinner. The way it rested on your ass was simply amazing. I could practically see your ass crack and those big buns right through it! And when you sat down, there was such a beautiful outline of your big behind. Thankfully I have those chairs with the open back so your bum was always sticking out!”
“The worst part about that dress was that it gave me a huge wedgie every time I got up,” I laughed, remembering how the flimsy material would get caught between my cheeks whenever I was sitting down and then stood up.
“The worst part?” Sarah smiled, lightly rubbing my butt as we continued to hold each other. “God, I just LOVED how that dress always got wedged in your butt crack! Really deep too! It was so adorable watching you walk to the bathroom wiggling that big butt in a rather desperate and unfruitful attempt to shake the dress out of your crack…”
“Yes,” I giggled, thinking back with fondness to that evening – especially after dinner when Sarah bent me over, lifted up my dress, removed my panties, and ate my ass out! Wow! Just… WOW. “I was kind of embarrassed… yes, me, the undisputed Queen of Wedgies… I didn’t want to pick the dress out of my butt right in front of you, but then I was walking with this ridiculous wedgie!”
“Oh, it was beautiful… it made me happy,” Sarah said, giving me a playful spanking on my rotund rump. “Really happy!”
“Well, I promise you,” I smiled, kissing Sarah on the cheek as she felt out my tushy and massive wedgie again. “When I come visit you in Cali I’ll wear the dress, and if you supply that pool, I’ll wear a thong!”
“Now if that isn’t enough motivation,” Sarah laughed, giving me a tight, non-pervy hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well, I guess we’re just putting off the hard part of this…”
“Yes,” I said, as I started to tear up again.

We hugged some more, kissed some more, and cried a lot before finally saying goodbye. As I watched Sarah leave, it really hit me (again) how much things had changed, and so quickly. It was also so good and then, gone…

After fixing my panties, which entailed pulling my pants down, picking the panties out of my ass crack, and pulling them down around my buns, I continued waiting for Zach. “Where is he?” I thought to myself, time running short as I would have to leave to pick up the twins at school soon. The doorbell finally rang and there was Zach.

“Baby!” I said, giving him a big hug and a kiss, but his response less than warm. “What’s wrong, Zach?”
“Your friend Sarah was here?” he asked.
“Yes… but at least an hour ago,” I answered. “How long have you been here?”
“I was just thinking… sitting in my car,” he said. “I’ve been doing lots of thinking… about us…”
“What are you saying?” I asked, a nervous feeling quickly building in my stomach. “Sarah was just here to say goodbye. She’s leaving… moving away to California.”
“Not just her,” he said. “I saw that video… It was horrible…”
“I know,” I said. “Those people did some terrible things to me!”
“How did you meet them?” he asked.
“I… I did a private session with the husband,” I answered.
“You told me that you wouldn’t do those anymore,” he said.
“I know… and I’m sorry,” I said. “It was just him… one client… he offered me a lot of money. I know how generous you are, Baby, but I have to provide for my kids… I just couldn’t turn it down. I should have, but…”
“But what, Ally?” Zach said, raising his voice. “It’s dangerous… Look what they did to you! And regardless, I don’t want some other guy’s… some fucking creep’s hands all over you…”
“You’re right, Zach,” I said, crying for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last week. “I fucked up and I’m so sorry…”
“And Sarah? You guys were having ‘fun’ again?” he asked, in a very accusatory tone.
“No… not really,” I answered, as I knew I was lying.
“Yeah,” he said dismissively.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” I said, trying to put my arms around him as he just stood there motionless. “It’s just us… you and I… Other than the day when the twins were born, you asking me to marry you was the best day of my life!”
“It’s just too much, Allison,” Zach said, shaking his head. “Your life… Telling my family and friends that you’re a wrestler was tough enough, and then they all saw the video…”
“So that’s what this is about?” I asked, my voice raised. “You’re ashamed of me?”
“You lied to me, Ally!” he yelled. “And with everything else, I just don’t want this anymore…”
“Don’t you dare fucking judge me, Zach!” I screamed. “I’m proud of what I do, and how it’s helped me raise two children by myself! I’m sorry if I’m an embarrassment to you with your family and friends! I’ve made mistakes and I apologize…”
“Just give me the ring, Ally,” he said coldly. “The engagement is off.”
“FINE!” I screamed, crying hysterically as I took the ring off my finger and handed it to him. “I needed someone who will stand behind me!”
“I’m sorry, Allison,” he said.
“Don’t try to be the nice guy now, Zach!” I continued. “JUST LEAVE! I have to go get my kids! GET OUT AND NEVER CALL ME AGAIN!”

He left and I slammed the door behind him.


The End