A tale written many years ago, just updated, a tale of how one's hobby can lead to pain and eventual pleasure. Hope you like it…, if not constructive criticism.

 

You Wanna Wrestle?

by Rossi

 

Chapter 1

My name's Joe Smith, an ordinary name for an ordinary bloke, but something extraordinary was to happen, all caused by the joining of the two loves of my life. They just happen to be professional wrestling; every Saturday from 10 to 1 pm I watch the Wrestling shows on Sky. The other my golf-playing girlfriend Karen, golf obsessed girlfriend Karen. She thinks she's the next female Tiger Woods, however the term triple bogey seems to fit the bill better then birdie, eagle to her is just a flying predator. I jest to her, she to me that wrestling is fake, well it is but it still hurts. I know to my cost, let me explain:

Chapter 2

Karen: watching that crap again, its fake, you know that, fixed, for simpletons hahaha

Joe: your round, yesterday, bogey, bogey, bogey, should I continue

Karen: at least its real, the skill

Joe: Skill, hit a defenceless white ball as far as you can, well close as you can to a bunker, then plop it in a hole before you get to 12, I'll stick to pitch and putt, who won?

Karen: (Silent) You did,

Joe: Sorry Tigress, who?

Karen: You did (pause angrily) all right, lucky that's all.

Joe: I apologise, no arguments this time, you have your hobby, I have mine agreed.

Karen: no no no, not that easy, you wanna wrestle, wrestle me or are you scared…

With that I kissed her slammed her gently on the couch, she fought back, climbed on top and punched me in the face hard making a 'Crash' sound. Shocked I looked at her walking away, as my eye closed up shouting "is that fake, its not closed fist, light contact only, I'll sleep in the spare room, lock the door."

Chapter 3

So I did for a week, she moped around when alone, wanting to apologise, knowing we had both gone too far yet unable to apologise. In work I suffered the humiliation of my tale of woe. Men who secretly watched the action all told me it was fake, I asked how the champ did in the Pay per view, they excitedly re told every chair shot, I just sat back and laughed as did the female staff. "At least our girlfriends know their place, they hit me, they get hit back, that's a real man," they laughed. I looked at the ladies retorting "a real man never hit's a woman, ever, you just walk away," I had my ladies back on side as they tended me at work, at lunch time down the pub, after work drinks. I was Mr Popular again; the men re thought their views.

Back home I walked in saw an envelope, opened it, unfolded the note and read 'I'm sorry, I went too far. You shouldn't mock me, I try my best. If you want to make up, bring my clubs to you know where. Love Karen. P.S. only bring the putter, round two. P.P.S think of a name.'

Chapter 4

Marco's Pitch and Putt on the coast was the worst of all, broken down windmills, crocodiles with more broken teeth than fixed, however it was our battlefield. Our chosen site to end our weekly hobby feuds, with black eye I took her favourite ladies putter as she waited talking to a heavy set mannish woman. As we kissed soft, the mannish woman smiled checking over my physique "Not bad, one match maybe, I know just the person" she contemplated. Looking at her then Karen I took my shot.

 

 

End of the game, I placed my hands up the air, the first time for a week. During the contest I was sullen, distrustful. So with an opening she took it, kisses me on the lips hard, then on the eye whispered "Truly I apologise, you'd look good in tights, wanna try tonight?" Smiling the biggest grin imaginable I nodded "You owe me, do it again and my ladies will defend me," silence to another big kiss from Karen.

At dinner her mannish woman friend was introduced as Maxine Gorty or Killer Gorty in the ring, we discussed she ran a mixed promotion, monthly shows and if I wanted a spot for just one match, I would be tested. Now I'd been to a wrestling camp 5 years earlier, hurt my neck when landing wrong in a tuck in pin, twisted my ankle coming off the top rope, and to top it off a broken nose when someone punched too hard, sound familiar. So with a chance to resume my career for just one night, I took it, everything was arranged.

Chapter 5

Killer Gorty: so you wanna wrestle eh, enjoy the … (Slam on mat)

Joe: One back at ya (I return the slam)

Killer Gorty: time to bury you (she placed in between her legs by her knees and dropped me to a pile driver, he knees hitting the mat as I lay prone)

Woman: 1 2 3, the winner Killer Gorty.

Killer Gorty raised her hand, placing her foot on my chest, mocking me. For a full minute she did as I lay still, the woman who counted the pin tried to shake me from the helpless state, as she went for the first aid box, I grabbed Killer Gorty's leg and leg tripped her down into a pinning predicament.

Killer Gorty: well done, now you passed test one, you can wrestle, how's the ankle?

Joe: Feels fine, what's test two.

In walked the woman with the pin count smiling in shimmering American leotard showing midriff of a stunning physique, she hugged me "Nice work Jo Jo," now this abbreviation caused some concern but her tongue on my mouth ceased any doubts "I'm test two, if you beat me, you choose your match, first sign the contract." Immediately I signed, not checking. She continued as did my penis become erect like a tent pole, smiling she smirked "we may need to do something about that" stroking me to near climax "I may have just the thing, if your man enough to try".

She left as I read the contract, above it read 'Killers Ladies Wrestling Federation…. Gimmick Match Man Vs Woman, for one night I would …' it listed the duties until the end 'anything required to make the show a success'. I looked at the stipulation thinking it was one shot, a chance to show my girlfriend that it may be fake, but it certainly wasn't easy, wasn't for simpletons. I smiled as she brought out an object, her top how floated over the missing leotard, now this American stunner wore a low skirt, black boots, American flimsy top exposing her breasts. Holding a package she said "Come tomorrow, may be we can fix this wonderful …, like my top?". All I could muster out was 'Stunning", 'so I'm a stunner, eh, good name, S Tunner, thank you Jo Jo" replying with sweet smile.

Chapter 6

S Tunner: No Jo Jo, listen to the crowd, Jo Jo, Jo Jo stop this, and it's only a name

Joe: only a name, every time you say you smile evil, every time outside I get mocked teased, even my girlfriend calls me Jo Jo, and this this (Pointing to my crotch) last night I left. Went to take a piss and realised why they laughed more, it looks like a vagina.

S Tunner: so Tiger Smith, you backing out? Quitter?

Joe: No, I signed, just want some respect, I've worked hard for two weeks, endured every trick, every prank, worked my butt off and still all I get is Jo Jo, Jo Jo, Jo Jo.

With that I stormed out, kicked over a bucket and twisted my ankle but carried on as normal, couldn't let them see my own stupidity.

Outside Killer Gorty held, told me I was doing fine, soon I would be given my shot, if it got any worse she would intervene but I was paying my dues. I nodded saying "When do the dues end?".

The next morning I went in, placed my crotch strap on, placed on my wrestling gear and stood in the ring waiting for her to arrive. Arriving in her micro leotard, she said "Beat me, choose you match, I beat you, your mine all night", I extended my hand to mutual shake "I mean on the wrestling card" she added.

Chapter 7

A submission match was set up, now I'm sure you know the outcome but isn't it more fun to imagine then see my version, of course plan your own, some of you readers may include a full penetration move, others bondage, this is mine. Oh yes I do lose.

With her in her micro leotard and me in my trunks, we grappled up and the crotch strap moved under a slam to the mat. She halted the match brought out a new one, placed it to me and helped me in it. This one had a tube installed that ran from my enclosed genitalia up to my belly button. My trunks were raised as she kissed said "Now we can continue Joe".

The match moved along slowly, every submission I powered out from, she went for my ankle but I kicked out. She surprised on every move, her micro leotard dropped down exposing her flesh, my thoughts however were on victory. Near its climax she caught in an ankle lock as I twisted trying to free myself, she moved up holding on to the ankle placing her pelvis on my chest, then in an instant she turned me over placing her leotard covered pussy on face wrapping her legs tight. Breathe, sexy, sweat breathe exited slower than normal, I struggled but ground down as she grabbed my neck, placing two fingers on the back and rubbed to excruciate pain. Pressure points you call them, well she knew mine. I never quit, but passed out waking up a loser. She helped me up explaining she knew martial arts and only at the extreme did she use them, her reason, she wanted to win. Smiling that evil smile "Jo Jo, since I'm the victor, I will announce, you will be my valet, be mine for the night, now change out of those, were going to dinner, remember the crotch strap". That smile enraptured many hearts, but tonight it was mine, joining us were Karen and Killer Gorty who hugged me saying "If it gets too bad, I'll intervene".

  

  

  

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