You Wanna Wrestle

by Rossi

Part 2

 

Chapter 8

S Tunner: welcome Jo Jo, tonight your mine, you will gain ring time, but as I choose, Call me Miss Tunner, I Like that, no Miss S Tunner

Joe: Yes Miss S Tunner.

Now the hall was small, the crowd loud, my Miss I wanted to kiss and my dressing room full of gloom. All female, some from work, peeking through I saw them with popcorn, beer preparing for a show to fulfil their fantasy.

S Tunner: Jo Jo quit daydreaming, you'll meet your crowd soon enough, get dressed, prepare.

Joe: Yes Miss S Tunner.

With that she kissed me childlike on the cheek as I saw the outfit, one of many on the bed

Chapter 9

Her entrance music played as we made our way out, her being cheered, me being jeered, my colleagues faces dropped into laughter, soon I would have to quit I thought to myself. She sauntered through the ropes, which I held open in a gold slinky dress and stilettos, every man's dream. Oh and a championship belt around her waist.

S Tunner: ladies and well ladies, tonight's gimmick match is no more, my valet dressed so lovingly by myself lost his match, but in its place Jo Jo will dance for us, no cheer for us. Over to you Jo Jo.

The crowd chants of 'Jo Jo' started until my …, no I have to describe my costume:

Feet: white bobby turned down socks with pink edges in yellow sport shoes.

Legs: Bare and hairy, partially covered by

Waist: Crotch strap covered by navy blue and pink edged panties, on top a short yellow and pink edged (you get the idea) cheerleader's skirt

Top: showing hairy midriff was a yellow bra holding three pairs of used panties as breast supplements covered with pink and yellow short sports top.

Head: Clip on earrings with fake long blonde wig, no make up.

Covered in this attire was bad enough but with pompoms attached to me hands I strode forward warming up, showing my hairy chest and panties to the crowd, the panty breasts fell loose. Miss S Tunner threw them into the crowd forcing me to retrieve them. Humiliated I did as I stepped back in the ring.

S Tunner: Now Jo Jo, as you're warmed up, cheer us up

Joe: Yes Miss S Tunner

I did my prepared dance, spelling out Miss S Tunner name, ending with a leap from the top rope to the mat. All cheered wanting a repeat but in my bra and panties, it was duly ordered.

Chapter 10

As I began to strip, I heard footsteps enter the ring and my Miss S Tunner being felled by a clothesline blow, knowing the antagonist in leather heard me I saw them prepare to punch her. Her two cohorts held up a dazed boss, as lady in leather swung so did I intervene taking the blow in Miss s Tunner's behalf. After all what else could I do? With this the mocking stopped as my other ear throbbed. Miss Tunner ran for safety as I was caught between three beauties in black leather, a black leather glove grabbed my wig, tossing it to the mat, as the blows from her cohorts rang true, never a gap. After ten minutes I was laid in pain centre as the boo's rang out, gloved lady stood on my chest in her high stilettos, her cohorts providing the balance

Gloved Woman: Do not boo, for this is no woman, no man, he is nothing, I am queen here not that slag S Tunner. She deserted this thing; cheer me for the entertainment I will bring. A repeat but now Domina shall be the name you spell so sissily bad.

I started to dance but found myself hauled back

Domina: first in your domina slave costume, cohorts, do your work.

My top and bra with panty breasts were removed as I was swiftly clothesline to the ground, the leather cat suit and mask domina then used me as a seat with my face a cushion. Fun for her, all I saw was tears stream down and smell the leather. He cohorts stripped off their stilettos as they removed my own footwear leaving me bare. Stood up, my skirt was disposed off as I was ordered to cheer 'Domina'. This I did but on my final leap a collar was placed over my throat with cuffs forcing my hands behind my back.

Dragged to the ring post, I was un cuffed then re cuffed behind the post, their bare stockinged feet stomped to the mat as all sat silent,

Domina: slave, I am your mistress, say it, open your head, your empty head to your new mistress

I pondered before

Joe: I would rather die than be with you, you …

This act caused an outrage amongst the crowd, half for me, half against me, none moving; after all it was a show. Oh my half were my ladies, back on my side cheering my name 'Joe'.

Domina: Joe is dead, Jo Jo is dead, slave is reborn, say it or

I refused so with every act I faced its consequence. Stomps now with stilettos, my mouth used as a washbowl for heels, with her heels in my mouth she issued an challenge

Domina: S Tunner, S for slag,

I reacted but handcuffed could kick out, her cohorts sat with the pussies on my legs grounding to orgasm.

Domina: Slag Tunner, a title match for this thing, this pantied thing, even now he has spirit, defending you. Slag Tunner.

Out she strode in American micro leotard, with a smile to me she said

S Tunner: Its yours for the night, I like my belt.

Chapter 11

Led out in Blue panties as the half cheering/jeering crowd watched, each grabbing a piece of clothing as souvenir. Led by newly installed leash I forced into a dressing room where the leash was tied small, placed on a coat hook, on bare tiptoes I managed to breathe. Soon breathing became a chore as a mask was placed over my head, sealed tight. Muffled talk became my entertainment.

After an age, all was restored with Domina smiling

Domina: you be valet for the Exterminators, my cohorts in a barrel match, lets get you dressed slave.

I did not accept or refuse, for after tonight I would never darken this town again, Karen would be history either by her choice or mine, the humiliation would kill me.

Chapter 12

Dressed in leather panties covering the crotch strap with black Basque holding fake breasts. The collar remained with new black studded leash. A mask with eye, ear holes only covering my face as long black kinky high heel boots completed the outfit. Led towards the ring as S Tunner in her American Micro Leotard outfit and partner get ready to face two cohorts, helpless I was tied to the ring post by the leash, they entered only to see one turn their ankle. The other cohort helped her out releasing the leash pushing me in the ring, wobbling on high heels as my opposition laughed.

Chapter 13

Spinning and spinning, my mind was in a daze, eventually I was released from the barrel dizzy, helped back and laid on a camp bed, I say laid but secured like a cross. Awaken by a jug of freshly poured water, I saw myself, Basque, fake breasts and crotch strap. Soon the mask would be reinstalled, now domina seemed intrigued by the crotch strap,

Domina: you lost, I feel horny, make it up to me slave, not now though. Your eyes, no, no, no

With that the mask was placed back on me, now spread eagled I was vulnerable with two pairs of clicks my friends the cohorts opened the mouth zip, at last air, alas no a gag, shaped you guessed in the guise of a penis. So imaginative, so imaginative, by now I accepted everything, soon I would be gone, out of here. Boy was I wrong; the penis gag was double ended as the weight leaned down on my chin. Now I was scared.

Hands caressed my fake crotch strap; fingers' entering the tube, inside I was in chaos, sensitive I urged to cum, to become erect yet this damn device held me back, in more ways than one. The pressure moved up my body as I heard S Tunner's voice in my ear

S Tunner: Invaded her dressing room, now your turn Jo Jo

She straddled herself on the dildo, Cumming many times, the Basque lowered and tits fondled, ending in mass orgasm for her by her fingers in 69 position in my fake tube. Her cum dripped onto the mask, down to my eyelids. Then nothing for 5 minutes, shocked by this incident, I lay there as a recognisable voice entered.

Chapter 14

Domina: So you have been a bad slave, who?

How could I answer, with this thing in my mouth? How could I know even she hadn't spoken to me?

Domina: I know who, entertaining, best thing tonight, know what these are? You have thirty minutes until you challenge for the belt. I promised time with you in return for an associate to challenge. I choose you, you win, and you're free. You lose, your mine tonight, tonight.

With no forethought for me, she examined the crotch strap, placed some liquid inside, felt me up, and sniffed the penis gag. Then quick as a flash inserted small balls in my anus

Domina: for your pleasure, now for mine

She flipped back, where without consideration impaled the fake strap on into the fake vagina. It was lucky she wasn't wrestling as after twenty minutes of being fucked, those balls working their heinous magic and the fondling she was exhausted. Unfortunately I was due to wrestle for my freedom, I didn't care, used abused, I let her release me.

Chapter 15

Domina: Time to get ready; oh it's like a bra and panties match but without the bra and panties.

I'll describe my new wrestling attire:

Feet and legs: Stockings and suspender belt to keep them up, all black, with black heeled 4 inch short leather boots. With my toenails painted a nice shade of pink, nice for them anyways.

Waist: Fanny balls placed in my anus and pink g-string holding them in place, pair of leather black panties over them.

Top: black corset tightly bound reducing my waist by four inches covering the fake breasts. Adding a long silk petticoat, pink covering all. Long black dress with hobble skirt, a zipper each side forced it on me tight, slowly my breath returned.

Arms: pink nail varnish on my new extended glued on nails with black opera gloves.

Face and Head: fully made up with dark black wig on.

I was ready as domina

Domina: Win my belt, win your freedom. Oh one minute Candice

She placed a collar on my neck with Candice in the middle.

Chapter 16

Kinky brothel music pumped out of the speakers as Domina accompanied me out with her cohorts. In the ring stood S Tunner in slinky red dress showing of her stunning physique. As I hobbled in, she whispered

S Tunner: I'll win, if it causes you pain, Candice, no Jo Jo.

With that I ripped of her red dress as she took a slam. She howled in pain holding the dress showing with her evil smile a new shorter dress. Using my lack of flexibility, she tripped me up by my injured ankle, slammed me hard, and removed my wig and gloves. Picking me up I saw an opening where her face was clear

S Tunner: Real men don't hit women

I hesitated as she took my indecision and hit with a DDT (where you plant ones head to the mat hard causing them to be stunned). Stunned as I was as she removed the dress and petticoat throwing it to the crowd who caught it eagerly. In underwear, I caught one glimpse of Domina, choosing to fight back. Tearing off her new dress leaving her in bra, panties, and stiletto shoes. How I hated those shoes, especially on the chest.

Back and forth it continued until she stood on my chest with those heels grinding in, I was down to the g-string, stockings and suspender belt. Fanny balls and fake breasts snapped up quickly as they landed. She down to bra and panties, soon this went bye bye as she went chest first into turnbuckle minus bra. Waving it at her was like red to a bull, she charged in clipped my ankle bringing me down in severe pain, she ripped off my stockings, g-string as I lay in agony, domina looked to her cohorts.

Domina: Great performer

Act good I could not, I heard it go as did many others, Killer got close as S Tunner celebrated but no bell, I reached up ripped off her panties and I was declared the victor. Domina helped me up as I screamed, finally she understood, I would not get an Oscar but too late. S Tunner rushed over pushed me down, ripped off the crotch strap. Naked in pain I struggled to rise as she celebrated goading me. A real fight ensued between S Tunner and Domina as Killer Gorty entered breaking up the action. With robe (pink) I was carried out, met by Karen with a down face. I stared past

Chapter 17

Karen: Truly I apologise, I never thought it would go this far, I just wanted you to Joe: what teach a lesson, humiliate me? Was that your plan?

Karen walked off as I say on the camp bed as S Tunner bandaged my ankle

S Tunner: I just got carried away; we sure gave them a show, courtesy of Domina

I saw her black eye; I laid down as a member of the crowd came through, placing a brace on the ankle, whispering to S Tunner

S Tunner: Your boss says a week off to recover, thank you, rest a while.

Chapter 18

Groggy I saw the wrestlers thanking me, Domina passed me a card, I looked inside, and it contained £1000. S Tunner walked to the front holding her own £1000

S Tunner: This show was a special one off; each paid £200 to watch, that's why so bad. Your pay was for your girlfriend. Alas she is no more. You upset her; she threw your stuff outside your flat. We caught it. Cleaned it, took to my home, if you wish. We took everything of yours; it's in my bedroom, if you wish..

Joe: does this mean?

S Tunner: If you wish, look at the card, read the messages.

I read them and saw the following:

'Loved it, love you anytime Call ….'

'A real man doesn't hit a woman, call me and have a real woman …'

'I'll nurse you back to health, your boss, I've got the uniform …'

'Good working with you, a threesome, your exterminators …'

'I'll dominate you anytime, you can do me ….'

'I went too far, so did you, lets do it again, in our bedroom…'

'Work for me, I don't want you but if you wish…'

Chapter 19

Yesterday I gave my notice, also collected my watch from my boss. The story of Jo Jo came out. Karen pasted photos around town. My girlfriend Sara or S Tunner posted with me as her new manager and how she was touring USA on independents. Soon after we got engaged, down the pub, I was called sissy, the usual names, their girlfriends saw me and came over shouted out

Girlfriends * 1: John show us your nappy, oh he wets his bed.

All roared, he stormed over grabbed her arm, Sara grabbed his and broke in a second

S Tunner/Sara: Real men don't hit women. Real men are themselves.

Shortly after, the taunts stopped, women asked when I would make a return to ring action, and I showed my ankle

Joe: retired, now a manager, enjoy last week.

Fan: Retired, outside of the ring too

I looked at Sara who held her neck and me passing out

Joe: I better not; last week was enough for me.

That my life, my two loves wrestling and Sara, also forays when I'm allowed. Wrestling is fake however the people behind are not. Well sometimes they are…

S Tunner: Jo Jo come here, Miss S Tunner wants a bra and panties match.

Joe: Oh well better go.

 

Anyone who enjoyed this or hated it, I appreciate honesty greatly and wish to improve my work. Thank you for reading. I had to go for the happy ending, as its my story

  

  

  

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