Pain and Promotion 3: Pigpen vs Becky Blaque

((an old sequal I forgot about! had to post it here))


Becky stretched and readied herself in the ring, shining under the spotlights like the star she was supposed to be. Sammie getting into the league was a fluke, really, but no skin off her back. They weren't in the same boat, just the same ocean, and she was the one who was going to stay afloat. She was premiering in her first bout, and it was time to really make a splash and show these girls what a true sadistic heel could do. There were much bigger fish to fry now that she was in the big leagues, and Becky was confident that it was about time for this heel to make a real bad impression in her first match.
Becky came out in her usual black attire, her borderline S&M leather two-piece. The crowd responded loudly and positively at the sexy heel as she threw up her hands, urging on and soaking up the cheers.
"First up! Making her debut at EVL! This rookie is smart, beautiful and deadly, from Toronto, Canada! We bring you, Becky Blaque!" The newcomer heel was greeted in her entry, flexing her lean limbs before sliding into the ring and shaking out her hair readily.


Her opponent came down the runway, a behemoth of a woman. One of the bigger girls in the league, Patty “Pigpen” McKelly was said to be over 300 lbs, huge J cup tits hanging out over her big belly. She had long straight brown hair, going barefoot to the ring beneath her jeans and mostly unbuttoned shirt. A roll of fat hung out over her jeans, and the shirt was clearly unwashed, based on several stains of it. Something that looked like ketchup here and there, but Becky mainly noted the sweat. It stuck out on her pits and bits by her stomach, Patty having quite a reputation that was visible just by that glance as she squeezed her big figure into the ring.



Patty was a big farm girl, and there were rumors of her getting a title shot in the near future. But her bulk was only part of what made her dangerous. She was strong as well as fat, and famously unwashed. Even across the ring, Becky could catch a whiff of her foe’s musk when the air moved just right, and being locked up with her made Becky feel like she might gag.
“Hoo! You such a hick you don’t know what those pipey thingies do back there? They’re call showers. Didn’t your uncle-daddy teach you that much?” Becky called to her loudly, mixed laughs and boos from the crowd.
Patty grunted and eyed her up. “Talk all y'all want," she  grunted. "You don't look like much to me. You'll shut up yer sass when you're suckin' on ass."
"Poetic hillbilly. Nice angle," Becky scoffed, getting another glare for her efforts before the bell rang. Both girls circles, Becky with noticably lighter bounce in her step compared to Patty's lumbering frame.
Becky lunged in quickly when she had a decent opening, throwing up her arms into a classic collar and elbow lock-up. Patty was clearly glad to accept what looked like a pretty ridiculous attempt on an offense, quickly overpowering Becky and twisting her arm around behind her. Becky's face twisted from the shocking pain of the big pro's arm bar, forced into being steered by the fat farm girl. She ran Becky towards a turnbuckle, trying to flatten her between her bulk and the hard pole, but Becky saw it coming quite clearly. She raised a boot to plant on the middle turnbuckle, halting her charge and twisting to elbow Patty in the temple. She grunted heavily, stunned before taking a second one just like it.
It got Patty to stagger enough to let go, Becky grabbing her hair and swinging Patty head first into the ringpost with a clang. She stumbled again, almost falling back but Becky kept a grip on her hair, swinging her again and again into the metallic rod. "Stupid fatass! You don't try and eat the ring!" she cackled after a half dozen slams, letting her go with a vicious hair mare than left Patty hitting the mats with a thundering drop on her big back and ass.
She held her head, trying to roll and get back up as Blaque postured for the crowd before pursuing her dazed opponent. She stomped down on Pattys knee, making the heavy contender wince and grab at her leg to try and block the attack. “Like your huge gut hasn’t turned them to powder already anyway,” Blaque said venomously. She grabbed hold of

Patty dragged her up quickly with her thick limbs, breathing heavy so her thick tits and belly wobbled. She whipped Becky by one arm into the corner, making her turn just before her back hit the ringpost. She groaned and held her back, wincing and briefly paralyzed in place as Patty reached up to her cleavage and pulled at her top, sending the last few fastened buttons flying as she exposed her own tits and remains of her stomach before shedding the garment entirely. The more seasoned fans shouted excitedly (the rest just shouted for a view of her huge melons), knowing what this meant. Patty knew full well about her sweat and her stink, and with her shirt off, there was no more barrier between Becky and the strong smell of her opponent.
So as Becky was trying to stand herself up right and see straight, Patty charged in after her and gave a short hop before her huge body splashed into her, sandwiching the skinnier girl between her and the turnbuckle. Becky let out a huge groan as the wind was knocked out of her, leaning over Patty’s shoulder a bit before she slide backward slightly, letting Becky’s face slide down the front of her body. It smeared her face down the sweaty, unwashed redneck, trying to suck in fresh air but only rewarded with the sour smell of her sweat along her breasts and belly.
Patty grinned down at her as the nasty heel hit the mats on her ass, was twisted in disgust and stunned by the overwhelming body squash. Even her makeup was smeared from the flab and sweat contact. Patty turned and raised her fists proudly to the crowd at her power move, a flash of her unshaven pits getting a few cheers from her most dedicated (and strange) fans before smacking her jiggling belly, indicating she was ready for more action.
Patty rubbed at her chest during her showy display, partly for her sore bosom and partly to reach into her cleavage. There she secured her grip on the flat metal knucklers, and as soon as Patty turned back around she lunged forward, smashing her reinforced knucks into the veteran’s flopping belly. Patty’s face reacted instantly, doubling over and eyes and mouth hanging open wide, clutching at her hanging flabby tummy.
The position gave her the angle to look right into Becky’s face as she flashed a sinister toothy grin, slapping one of Patty’s hands away from her gut before slamming her again, making her entire flabby body jiggle as Patty felt like the brass was digging right into her very organs. She gagged and spit out onto the mat, looking ready to topple over when Becky ducked down low, swinging past her hands and driving the foreign object right up between her legs. Patty screamed out, as even this tank of a woman couldn’t handle that much punishment right to the pussy.
Patty fell to the mat, holding her groin and groaning as she laid on her side. The crowd reacted hugely, even if mostly boos. Becky flashed her knuckles for the crowd to see her evil genius, placing her wrestling boot on Patty’s cheek and grinding it there. “That’ll do, pig,” she taunted, kissing her trusty weapon. “Ugh! You got your bacon sweat on it, you ugly pig!” she said, making an exagerated gagging face at her weapon and daintily removing them with two fingers and throwing them from the ring. “Somebody burn those! With holy water! Or soap. It’s the same thing with her!”
Patty was too much in agony to really listen to her, her pelvic bone throbbing from the punishment she took, and her insides still feeling like they were settling even when her fat body was done wobbling. Becky took Patty by the hair, dragging her towards the ropes. She had to stop after a few short paces, starting to sweat herself and breathing heavy. The woman was big, and damn hard to move when she didn’t want to. She instead ran to the opposite ropes, rushing back at her and dropping down, performing something of a baseball slide double kick into Patty’s ribs.
The farm girl grunted loudly and rolled to the ropes instead. “Can’t walk, but you sure can roll, tons of fun,” Becky snapped, standing back up and stepping out of the ring. She went to her corner and grabbed her trusty bag of tricks, walking back over to where Patty laid utterly stunned in pain. She needed time, she knew, since even with her endurance she wasn’t unbreakable. Then there was a metallic clink, and she looked up in a groggy panic to see that Becky had latched handcuffs onto her wrist, and the other end to the bottom rope.
“There! Now you won’t have to worry about having to reach too far for rope breaks!” Becky said in a sugary sweet voice. “Not that I’ll care anyway.” She brandished her night stick, thanking again that her brother was a cop as she slid back into the ring. “Now I think it’s time to make you SQUEAL, piglet!” she chimed merrily.
“Eat shit, ya cheatin’ bitch,” Patty spat back, but only just managing to drag herself up to one elbow.
“I’m not interested in your cousin-fuckin’ family dinners, Billy Joe,” Blaque snarled back. “And let me remind you who’s in charge of this match now.” Becky stood up tall and slammed an elbow drop onto Patty, her sharp elbow spiking into her soft gut. Patty wobbled and huffed as the wind was knocked out of her, Becky grinning wickedly at the results as the fat woman jiggled. “I’ve fought jello molds that were stronger than you. Jiggled less, too.”
Becky straddled her fatter foe, having to spread her legs wide to be able to reach over her broad hips. “I’m gonna enjoy beating your brainless,” Becky grinned, raising the club high for a swing. Patty surprised her though, reaching up with her free hand to grab her by the hair. Becky screamed in surprise as her scalp felt on fire, Patty using it to push her head down towards hers. Becky was smashed cross-eyed when the headbutt connected, looking dizzy as she nearly fell off her foe.
Patty wrapped a strong flabby arm around her head, squeezing her against her soft breast. Becky was still seeing stars when Patty opened her mouth and bit into her forehead, suddenly waking her up with the splitting pain in her skull. Becky screamed and kicked at the mat, swinging wildly but at a horrible angle to land any hits with her long weapon. She shot a few elbows into Patty’s sternum between her heaving breasts, Patty’s face all rage and fury and ignoring the hits for the most part.
When that failed, Becky instead clenched her fist and jammed her thumb into Patty’s eye. She shouted in pain from the shot to the soft spot, covering her face instead of holding Becky’s head. Becky lashed out with the head of her club, striking Patty in the throat and making her gag as it briefly rammed her windpipe, leaving her choking and half blinded.
Becky stood up hurriedly, sweating and panting and looking every bit as furious as Patty had been in her wrathful counter attack. This was supposed to be HER debut! HER big impression! A strong, easy victory to win over her fans. And this fat, unwashed, shit-shoveling hillbilly was ruining it.
“I changed my mind,” Becky raged through clenched teeth. “Fuck this match. I’m gonna be in charge of this whole fucking LEAGUE before long! Even our boss O’Harra will answer to me once I’m done conquering this pathetic federation!”
Becky rained stomps down on the winded and stunned Patty, hammering every part of the sleazy girl she could see and not taking the time to aim, just to hit her hard and a lot. Patty was bruised and sore after nearly a half minute of vicious stomping, barely able to get her one free hand in the way of the pummeling. Becky leaned down on her knees, holding her baton in both hands on either side and leaning down on Patty, pressing the back of her neck over the ropes and the baton across her throat, leaving her gagging and drooling miserably.
“I wanna look in your eyes when you black out. I want to see you beg me not to slaughter you like the stupid stinking pig you are!”
Patty struggled to breathe, evident in her gasping and sputtering, clawing at the baton and her gut rising and falling rapidly. Her vision blurred a bit, but she saw something glint in the light. Tucked neatly into Becky’s gothy collar, hanging by a short chain, was a silver key. Patty’s eyes widened, seeing her last hope in winning this fight, but right next to her opponent’s head. And she was still heavily armed.
Patty slapped her hand rapidly and weakly on Becky’s thigh, gagging out something and indicating with her face it was urgent. Becky saw the fear and surrender in the vet’s face, loving it and wanting to savor it. She barely lifted up the baton to let her beg before wanting to press it back down harder.
“Your future queen allows you to speak, dirty peasent.”
Patty’s lips moved sourly, glaring daggers at Becky as she looked determined and focused on something.
“What is it? Trying to remember how to spell ‘give up?” Becky taunted her.
Patty parted her lips, but instead of an insult or a scream, she let out a loud “EUUUURRRBGH!” A belch from deep in her bottomless gut flew out into Becky’s face, nauseating her as she backed up holding her nose and staggering. “OH JEEZ! Tooth brush, Cletus! Invent one! Oh god, it’s in my eyes!” Becky staggered looking ready to throw up, barely noticing when the chain fell off her neck. She looked down to see the broken bit of metal, piecing it together as Patty finished using the key to unlock her cuffs.
She hardly got her hands ready to guard herself when Patty charged after her, swinging her meaty arm like a club and crashing right into Becky’s neck and chin, clotheslining her so hard she flipped her completely head over heels in a full reverse somesault before smashing down onto the mat on her tits.
Becky gasped and flopped on the mat rapidly, holding her throat as Patty threw the police baton from the ring, coughing and rubbing her neck but looking furious and ready to pay Becky back double. The big woman leapt up and dropped her knee right into Becky’s spine, making her arch her back and scream as she clawed the mat, kicking her feet in loud rapid thumping.
Patty rose up, grabbing Becky by her hair. She dragged her along, quite literally since Becky couldn’t muster the will to overcome her back pain and stand or even crawl. Her knees and tits scraped along the mat like Patty was a conquering caveman with a freshly clubbed wife.
Patty hoisted her up, shoving her against the corner post with her arms flopped over the top ropes for support, head lolling as her neck and back ached horribly when she even attempted to stand upright, after what the weighty cow had done to her. Patty wound up and threw a knife edge chop across her breasts, making Patty bounce and grunt loudly. Another struck with an echoing smack, Becky howling and starting to fall to her knees from that one. Patty wound up again, this time clubbing her fist down onto Becky’s chest so hard her own belly and tits jiggled tremendously from it, and the ring shook from her weight crashing back down through her feet.
Becky looked dead on her feet by now, her body just trying to drag itself to the ground so it could rest and recover. Patty gave a toothy grin, holding Becky up by one arm in her hair. She raised her other arm proudly again, but this time rather than posturing, turned and shoved her sweaty armpit into Becky’s face. She moved her body up and down, Becky finding the air and energy to scream. The bristly hairs of Patty’s barely shaven pits and the abundant sweat of the overworked fat girl made for a horrible experience, her every orphic stinging and stinking from what felt like an unwashed Brillo pad, or a brutalized loofah. Her makeup was utterly ruined by the invading stink and scrubbing and smearing sweaty hairs. She backed away and by the appalled and disgusted look on Becky’s face, Patty just had to let go of her hair. She was broken, and fell right to the mat, coughing pathetically and twitching on the mat from the smell that wracked her brain just trying to comprehend how many kinds of sweat, slime, and bacteria she’d just breathed in and… and oh god, yes, tasted!
With a knowing grin on her face, Patty marched to the turnbuckle, and hauled her hefty body up onto the first rope, then the second. Balancing there, she grabbed her denim hotpants and slid them down her legs. The farm girl wasn’t wearing any underwear, so her big round ass was now completely bared for all to see. It was certainly difficult to miss, with Patty’s voluptuous butt cheeks being the broadest and fleshiest in the league.
Down on the mat, Becky groggily stirred, to see that massive bare ass looming above her.
“Oh no…” she winced, willing her body to move out the way, but Becky was too winded and sore to take any evasive action.
Up on her perch, Patty cackled. Some of the fans were screaming for her ‘Mudhole Splash’, Patty’s signature move, and she was in no mood to disappoint. The large wrestler waved to the crowd, patted her big behind, and grinned broadly. She then leapt backwards off the corner post, bracing for a butt splash, plummeting down towards Becky’s head.
There was a HUGE crash as buxom Patty smashed right down onto her victim, her heavy ass crashing straight into Becky’s upturned face. The ring shook violently at the dramatic impact, and Becky’s limbs flailed in shock. It was a brutal move for the black-haired girl to endure, as painful as it was humiliating. The full weight of Patty’s chunky figure had dropped onto Becky’s head like a sack of bowling balls, crushing her skull against the canvas. This impact was cushioned only by the flesh of Patty’s broad buttocks, her naked ass engulfing Becky’s face like a heavy, sweat-soaked mattress. It was a match-ending blow, the crowd cheering, jeering and even groaning in sympathy for the smaller girl as she took the full force of that destructive derriere.
The weight of the Mudhole Splash was often enough to outright knock out a lot of Patty’s opponents. In truth, they were the lucky ones. As Becky’s body continued to jolt and writhe beneath the bigger girl’s butt, it was clear that there would be no such quick finish for the hapless rookie. Becky was still conscious, though her head was wracked with pain, and unfortunately now embedded under the big, bare ass of her opponent. ‘Pigpen’ Patty was in no hurry to move from this position, content to keep her anguished victim pinned beneath her plump rear.
Patty folded her arms like a patient Indian, her faint smirk showing her confidence that the fight was already won. Becky squirmed and thrashed, but weakly like she was in slow motion, clawing and pushing at Patty's big bare ass cheeks. It only served to smush the butt fat around. Her nose was still overwhelmed by not only the flab, but the stench of asshole and sweat tainted any air she could manage to get into her lungs, making her cough and spit it back out.
Patty shrugged off any clawing and squirming, Becky's resistance predictably fading and slowing in a way that made Patty actually yawn, even if it was a show for the crowd. Becky saw any light in her vision leave her, barely realizing the gurgling she made was half her own saliva, and half Patty’s stinking sweat in her mouth from her last conscious breath. Somewhere in the shadows and dulled noises beyond her ears padded by ass fat, a bell was sounding.

“Hey.” Becky looked up from her bench in the locker room, toweling off. She’d been in the shower for nearly half an hour, emptying shampoo and body wash bottles trying to get Patty’s stink off of her. It mostly worked.
There was the cute young star Sammie Saturn, the one she’d beat up in her old league to get to where she was now. The one who had made her debut tonight before her and got beaten up by the killer psycho clown girl.
“Hey,” Becky replied grimly, throwing the towel off of herself in a clearly bitter motion.
“How you liking this place so far?” Sammie pried, just in jeans and a t-shirt and jacket, about to head home.
“Full of rednecks and idiots,” Becky grunted dryly, but then grinned a bit. “I’ll be ruling this place in no time.”
Sammie nodded a bit sheepishly. “Good. I’m liking it too. It’s just… harder than I’d expected.”
“Yea. We’re not in the middle of Nowhere, New Jersey anymore,” Becky sighed.
“Guess we’re… sort of in the same boat together.”
Becky looked at her sarcastically, but managed a smile. “You and me? You enjoy your rowboat. My motorboat’s gonna make so many goddamn waves here they’ll think it’s the end of fuckin’ days.”
Sammie took the minor insult in stride, smiling a bit herself. “Right. Just cuz we’re new doesn’t mean we can’t um… make some waves.”
Becky sighed and grabbed her gym bag of weapons and wrestling clothes, starting to leave. “Whatever. Just don’t make us both look bad, and if you fight me again, be sure to lose with some goddamn style this time.”
Sammie hesitated as she walked to the door. “Good luck!” she called after her.
“Same,” Becky said dismissively back. It still made Sammie smile. If she couldn’t have a win tonight, she’d at least have her optimism.

Pain and Promotion #2: Sammie vs Bedlam

another co-op job from me and Hamish, continuing the story of our rookies in the big leagues


Sammie Saturn
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vs. ‘Bedlam’ Beth Adler
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‘This is it… your big chance. Don’t blow it.’

Sammie gave herself a little pep talk as she paced back and forth, waiting keenly behind the entrance ramp for her cue to enter the arena. This was going to be the biggest match of the young wrestler’s career, her debut showing in the EVL. She knew that first impressions mattered, and that what happened tonight would help set her on the road to stellar success… or possibly abject failure, but she tried not to think about that too much.

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the announcer begin her lead-in:

“Facing her tonight… a fresh-faced talent making her first-ever showing here… we bring you… Sammie Saturn!!”

She took a deep breath and marched out into the arena. There were more fans then she had ever faced before, and behind her upbeat pop intro was a roar of noise and applause. Ever the professional, Sammie quickly overcame her initial apprehension, flashing a warm smile and heading confidently towards the ring.

There were a lot of cheers and whistles, which was no surprise. Sammie was a tanned, athletic nineteen-year-old, her cute, youthful features framed by long brown hair. Her fit body was blessed with beautifully sculpted curves, and the short pleated skirt and matching top of her cheerleader-style wrestling outfit left little to the imagination. By the time she reached the apron, nimbly vaulting the ropes and waving to the fans, the rookie was already starting to feel at home.

Sammie’s opponent was waiting in the opposite corner, perched atop the turnbuckle, impishly swinging her heels back and forth as she watched the newcomer enter the ring. The girl was “Bedlam” Beth Adler, a slim blonde in her mid 20s, who was known as something of a wild card in the EVL for her anarchic, unpredictable (and some would say, downright unhinged) fighting style. Bedlam loved to play the joker, and often pulled nasty tricks on her opponents. She was dressed in a burlesque fetishwear look, with a short black skirt, stockings, and vivid pink corset, along with black leather boots, wrist bands and collar. Her platinum blonde hair fell straight to her shoulders, and her cute looks were accompanied by a lot of dark mascara, and a lot of piercing -studs above and below the eye, her lip, her tongue… Bedlam didn’t look like a girl to be taken lightly, or one afraid of a little pain.

Bedlam’s blue-eyed gaze was piercing, too; dark and difficult to read. She stayed focused on Sammie as she hopped down from the turnbuckle, approaching the other fighter with an amused smirk. Though Bedlam nearly always looked like she was smiling at some private joke.

“Hey, it’s Sammie! The wonder-kid! Looking forward to your first match?”

“Uh, I’ll try my best…” the brunette smiled back.

“Ohh, I’ll bet. Hope you don’t embarrass yourself in front of all these people…no-one wants that, do they?” Bedlam grinned wryly. “Ahh, just kidding, seriously, let me welcome you to the league…”

The blonde held out her hand in friendship. Sammie stepped forwards and raised her own hand, on her toes in case Beth tried to pull an unexpected grapple or throw. But the handshake’s true nature took her completely by surprise, as jolting pain shot through Sammie’s hand and arm. She’d been electrocuted!

“Nyahh!!” she yelped, jumping up and staggering backwards. The pain had been short-lived, but intense, and Sammie was left flustered. Meanwhile Bedlam was cackling viciously.

“Heh, can’t believe you fell for that one! Gotta love the joy buzzer!” Bedlam held up her hand to show off the electrocuting ring she’d hidden in her fingers. “Yeah, ref, I’ll take it off for the fight…” Bedlam pre-empted the official’s complaint, slipping the ring off her finger and turning to drop it off in her corner.

Sammie stood, biting her lip, hoping her face wasn’t going too red from that opening embarrassment. Her first match hadn’t even started yet and already she’d been made to look a fool.

Sammie and Bedlam got into position as the bell sounded, though Bedlam much more casually. Sammie thought she just had to focus, to overcome the clownish girl’s distractions and use her better training and style to beat her.

Then another bell went off. Sammie’s face lost its composure when she looked over at the source. There was a ringing from Bedlam’s corner, and… buzzing? She saw a cell phone shaking and flashing outside the ring in Bedlam’s corner, set on a timer to go off…

…and providing a fine distraction. Bedlam reached out into her line of sight, jabbing her in the eye with her finger with a cutesy “Boop!” noise, like she was hitting a button on an imaginary computer rather than one of her opponent’s tender regions.

Sammie shrieked and hopped up a bit, holding her eye as it watered and Bedlam giggled eagerly. “Caught you lookin’ at my fun bags,” she teased musically, waving her attacking finger at Sammie. “Eyes are up here, sweety.”

Sammie did look up at her, just for a full-fledged Three Stooges eye poke from Bedlam. Sammie screamed out and hopped in place, crying out as Bedlam posed and paraded for the crowd a bit, her laughter sharp and loud enough to drown out the boos and occasional cheers.
Sammie was just blinking the pain and tears from her eyes when Bedlam grabbed her by the hair, leading her along with it like a leash as she waved proudly to the crowd like the performer she was. “You’re a great audience! Love ya! Now come on, time to open up those eyes, sleepy head!!”

Bedlam pulled on Sammie hair as she turned, whipping her around by it as she started to spin in place, forcing Sammie to stagger clumsily after her grip, trying to keep her footing. She fared surprisingly well for a several dizzying laps before she finally lost her balance and tumbled over her own legs, leaving Bedlam looking in mock befuddlement at her handful of loose strands of hair. She scratched her head in exaggerated confusion, looked around, and beamed again when she “found” Sammie again.

“Ooh! There’s my toy!” Bedlam genuinely skipped after Sammie as she rolled on the ground to her hands and knees, dizzy and her eyes in pain even with her eyesight back. Bedlam pranced after her, giving a dainty kick to her chest to flip her onto her back. “And looks like I just decided what kind of toy you are! My whoopee cushion!”

Sammie saw Bedlam wiggling her hips over her in a dance, blinking into full realization before she kicked her feet into the mat and slid herself forward, pulling aside before Bedlam’s ass came crashing down, thankfully on the mat instead of her face.

“Yowww,” Bedlam moaned out, rubbing her butt. “THAT’S not a fart noise!” The pain in her tailbone was genuine, but her reaction distracting enough to get Sammie to pause, but only a moment. She hurled herself at Bedlam, landing her first real hit as she did a short-range clothesline to the sitting girl, slamming her onto her back. Beth sat up part way, holding her skull as it wobbled around like a bobblehead.

“Somebody get the license to that truck fulla hookers that just hit me?” she said woozily, Sammie getting up to her feet and sending a stomp into Bedlam’s exposed back, not wanting to wind up on the receiving end of her painful, shameful attacks again, or she wasn’t sure she could get back on top again if she did.

Beth finally stopped commenting as she hissed and held her back, Sammie taking advantage by grabbing both of her wrists, pulling them backward as Bedlam let out a quick shriek of surprised pain, thrashing and squirming in an attempt to wriggle free, but Sammie put her knee into her back and pulled back as a variation of the surfboard. Bedlam let out a long, childish squeal, kicking her feet on the mat in a tantrum-like response to the pain.

“Knock it off, already!” she shrieked, almost whined as Sammie put the pressure on her arms and back. Sammie just gave another sharp pull, the crowd starting to cheer and get behind her. Bedlam was shuffling towards the ropes, but not quickly. She could use this time to work over her muscles, slow her down and take over the fight.

But Beth was getting close to the corner, and Sammie was ready to break it, but Bedlam didn’t touch the ropes. She actually shuffled closer to the corner, spreading her legs out and wrapping them under the ropes and around the turnbuckle. With her groin up near the ringpost, she suddenly leaned forward, pulling her arms with her so that Sammie’s head slammed into the turnbuckle, Bedlam’s own head going past it as she’d planned.

Sammie let out a loud surprised cry, falling back holding her face. The ref checked on her as Bedlam grabbed a small pouch from her corner, like a condom wrapper or a ramen flavor packet. Sammie was shaking out the cobwebs as Bedlam got back up, stretching her back and limbs a bit herself. When Sammie wound up not getting up as quickly as entertained her, she slapped her palms together and went after her, grabbing her skirt from behind and lifting up, getting Sammie to cry out as a sudden and visible atomic wedgie took place, shoving up into her ass and pussy as the hem of her underwear reached near her shoulder blades. She hopped and tried prying it back out, moaning and groaning as she pulled the panties from her privates. Bedlam appeared to leave her alone during this, giggling and pointing childishly.

However, when Sammie went to pull out her skirt and remove the undies from her pussy, Beth reached around to drop the packet into her skirt and panties. Sammie was puzzled a moment before Bedlam suddenly kicked her in the groin, making Sammi howl again and fall over.

This not only sent a shock into Sammie’s tender pussy, but she felt an intense irritation down there. It drove her mad, and while she was rubbing at her sore groin, she found herself scratching at it as well. It wasn’t long of considering her opponent that she realized what must have gone inside of her. Itching powder! Bedlam had dumped itching powder into her pussy!!

“Yeesh, can’t you wait until after the show for that?” Bedlam grinned as she pointed out Sammie was rubbing and scratching at her privates. “Or is it the crabs acting up again, sugar slut? Not so pure after all, huh?”

Sammie let out a loud, frustrated growl, unable to seem to get her crotch under control as the scratching seemed to irritate it more. Beth was not only laughing, but holding her stomach as she cackled hard at her, prancing about the ring merrily as she watched the scene.

“How you plan on beating me, Samwise? You can’t even beat your own pussy!” Beth jeered as she poked at Sammie’s ribs with her toe. Sammie swung desperately to smack her leg away, Beth stumbling back from her. Sammie clutched her groin tightly, gritting her teeth and diving for Beth. She managed to tackle her around the waist, Beth losing her footing and landing on her ass with a yelp. Surprised to see Sammie able to put up this much of a fight after all her torment, the good girl managed to trap Beth in her corner, sending a knife edge chop across her breasts. Beth made another startled cry, jolting from the shock and Sammie lunging in after her.

Sammie’s left hand stayed stuck against her crotch, holding it and resisting the urge to scratch at it to try and bring it to more bearable levels. She had to use the rest of her body to compensate, pressing her chest into Beth’s to hold her back and swinging her arm around, grabbing the trickster in a headlock. “Not going anywhere now, funny girl,” Sammie grunted, twisting the half-baked hold around her foe and squeezing her slim but effective bicep around her neck.

Beth squeaked and thrashed violently in her grip, rapidly growing more desperate and, consequently, vicious in her escape attempts. When wriggling failed, she began clawing away at her captor’s arms and chest. Sammie winced painfully from the scratches that were painted across her precious tits and slender arms, but she held onto her advantage of technique and strength to keep the vicious joker down.

Beth was a blur of action. Fortunately for Sammie, this meant not a lot of force to her blows. Stinging socks to Sammie’s head and claws and slaps to her chest, but only distractions, she told herself. Nothing that would win her the fight. It also meant that in the melee, the ref tried to keep a close eye on things, but it was a flurry of blows and thrashing girls. Beth suddenly threw herself backward, tugging Sammie down with her. She kept the hold, but landed almost flat on her back, with Sammie grabbing a large, black cloth bag nearby and tugging on it. It was all she needed to loop it over Sammie’s head, blinding her quite suddenly. Sammie had trapped Beth in a corner, alright, but it had been her corner. The one with all her tricks stashed away.

Sammie gasped and reached for her head to get it off, Beth quickly yanking on the string to keep it on tight for a bit more, Sammie writhing on the ground grabbing for the chord blindly. The ref tried making sense of this when Beth interceded to aid the cause of confusion.

“Ref, she’s in my stash!” Bedlam whined in a babyish voice. “I don’t want her findin’ my really nasty stuff and using it to cheat or nothin’. ”The ref gave her a hesitant look, enough for Beth to get up to one knee and then SLAM her foot down on the bag. It wasn’t a direct hit to Sammie by any means, so barely stung. But then came a hissing sound, and Sammie’s eyes watered immensely and her nostrils felt on fire. Something else was in the bag, she noticed, clacking around like little billiard balls and leaking a repulsive stench inside the bag
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Stink bombs! She had filled the bag with stink bombs and just set them off. The bag was just to hide it from any fussier officials, and to trap the disgusting fumes around her so she felt like she was stuck up close and personal with the nastiest nethers of a skunk.

Beth backed away with her hands up innocently, leaving Sammie unharmed any further as far as anyone could tell. But Sammie was retching and thrashing, clawing at the bag madly for fresh air as the chemicals stung her lungs and orifices. It took both hands to get the bag off, and the itching powder had hardly started losing its influence at all, so her groin immediately cried for attention after she coughed in a few choked breathes of fresh air. It was a blessing , she felt, but not enough to clean out her lungs. Beth stalked after her with a mocking model-like strut, exaggerated and showy as she bobbed her hips out to their full extent with each step. She knew she’d won as she walked right past the agonized, gagging Sammie, looking ready to heave right in the ring from the odor that clung to her face, hair, and clothes now.

“Time for the ol’ secret weapon,” Beth said with a sinister grin, licking her lips showily for the crowd as she went to her corner. The ref started to intervene, but she leaned over the ring apron and picked up from her bag… a plastic tub, and inside of it a rather ornate cream pie.

No one outside the ring could notice the care put into it, especially the lettering of “Welcome to the league, Sammie” written on in decorative icing. The ref made no action to stop her, again, as this seemed about the most harmless thing she’d seen in any match in league history. Beth was just an odd duckling, and best to let her do her own thing. Let her have her pies, so she wouldn’t think a shiv was a better idea.

Beth proved rather dexterous, as her clownish nature implied, balancing the pie on a ringpost in another corner. Sammie was on her stomach now, holding her teary eyes and STILL burning pussy, and mouth open wide in disgust, sucking up breaths rapidly and drooling over the mats severely. One who hadn’t had their eyes glued to this fight (an impossible enough feat for those in the arena) could have mistaken her for being fucked into a stupor rather than on the receiving end of a Beth beat down. Beth waltzed over, genuinely dancing as if with an imaginary partner (complete with pirouettes and dips of the partner) to her victim. She took Sammy by the hair, ripping her hand from her face to see the sobbing Sammie.

“I hope you had a lot of fun today,” Beth grinned widely, as if entirely genuine. “You sure grabbed your cunt a lot, so you must have, right? But folks!” she raised her voice to the crowd boisterously. “Time to show the bitch her place here, and that place is out cold on the mats. Drum roll, please, for the Antoinette Express! Choo choo… CHEW!” Bedlam had her claws in deep in Sammie’s scalp, enough to scratch her head skin as she barrelled towards the corner at top speed, throwing her entire body into whipping Sammie’s head into the pie, connecting right as the let out the final pun of “chew.” The “welcome to the league, Sammie” was the last thing poor Sammie saw before cream and crust exploded around her head, making way for her to slam into the turnbuckle at high velocity.

Sammie’s head whipped back, freshly painted in whipped cream and crashing to the mat on her back, the mats thundering with the impact as she was out cold. Bedlam skipped back over to her. “Can’t be the first time you’ve woken up covered in cream, can it?” Beth cackled, leaning over Sammie as if to make sure her unconscious form enjoyed the joke. She kicked up a leg and dropped her butt informally onto her face, Sammie unresponsive beyond a natural flop of her body. She waved to the ref politely, as if merely greeting him, but he took the cue to come over and count off to 3, the bell sounding off.

Beth grinned and stretched out as she stood back up, leaning over to pat Sammie’s unconscious cheek. “Let’s play again, some time, sugartits,” she giggled, grabbing her bag of tricks. She slid out a small airplane pillow, tucked it under her head, and gave the unconscious Sammy a long, wet kiss, lewdly molesting her mouth with her tongue with a final loud pop before parting from the ring.

“I just love my toys… especially when they fight back like that.”

Hapless Sammie had hoped to start her first league match on a positive note, but whilst her wrestling skills were strong she had looked unprepared for Bedlam’s nasty tricks. The rookie had been subjected to shocks, itching powder, stink bombs, and to top it all off a gooey cream pie right in her pretty face. As the devastated beauty lay sprawled in the ring, the fans could only wonder if she would bounce back from this opening humiliation, or if it was a sign of things to come.

Pain and Promotion: Sammie Saturn vs. Becky Blaque

first of what's planned to be a chain of stories. worked with hamish, a friend from a forum, in co-writing this story and designing characters. intend to make it a series of stories following these girls' careers. very big on input, we intend to let readers contribute their own ideas for the matches, fighters, and storylines, to the point where if we like it enough we'll let the readers step in and help co-write some stories. loved Hamish's work on the forums, so great to work with him

The two young wrestlers stared hard at each other as they stood in their corners, waiting for their fight to begin. It was the final match of the evening, and these two teenaged rivals were the hottest talents in their league. The atmosphere in the arena was already electric, but in the center of the ring stood a beautiful young woman, clutching a microphone, smiling as she made an announcement which would ramp up the anticipation even higher.

Her name was Amanda O’Harra. She didn’t even work for this wrestling division - instead, she was manager of a much richer, successful and higher-profile professional league. The glamor of her wrestling company was reflected in her appearance: a stunning, leggy brunette in her early twenties, clad in a smart black dress, her lustrous brown hair falling in carefully styled loose curls around her beautifully made-up face. She radiated power and wealth, and had the charisma to have this crowd hanging on her every word.

As the two wrestlers looked on, Amanda explained how she’d been bowled over by the bright young stars fighting in this division, and was interested in recruiting to her own, star-studded league. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and would make a young wrestler’s career. However, she explained, these girls would have to be prepared to fight for it - there was only ONE promotion place on offer tonight. The crowd noise intensified at this revelation - the girls would be fighting for more than pride, more than a title belt, they would be fighting for their very careers, and would be going all out to impress.

“It’s make or break time,” Amanda grinned. “Maybe it will be your high-flying starlet, Sammie Saturn!!” Amanda had now taken over the role of ring announcer as she motioned to the first wrestler. There was a loud cheer at her name, and Sammie waved brightly to her fans.

Sammie was an athletic, tanned brunette, with cute features and a warm, impish smile. She was youthful-looking, even for her nineteen years; her two-piece, lime-green outfit played up to this by including a short, pleated skirt, with a look of ‘cheerleader’ about it. Her white boots belied the fact that Sammie was a capable wrestler, though - an agile high-flier with a lot of energy, and a fondness for crowd-pleasing aerial attacks. She was a true face, and a fan favourite, and blew the crowd a kiss as the cheers for her name died down.

“Or maybe…” Amanda continued, “it will be your ruthless, unstoppable, black-hearted Becky Blaque!!”

There was noticeably less of a cheer as the second wrestler was introduced. Though Becky was the same young age as Sammie, her cold, stern look made her seem older. Dark mascara and lipstick contrasted with her soft, pale skin, and her sexy features were framed by jet-black hair. She wore a corset-style outfit which pushed up her pert cleavage, atop panties which showed a lot of her peachy ass. Big black boots matched the rest of her garb, with a dog collar completing her goth dominatrix look. Becky’s appearance matched her attitude in the ring - she was mean, nasty wrestler, and wanted everyone to know it. She gave an indifferent sneer at the crowd’s less-than-warm reception, and tilted her head to fix her dark gaze on Sammie.

“Well, there we have it!” Amanda crowed. “Two top girls, but only one star contract!” She theatrically held up a sheet of paper, a big empty square at the bottom awaiting a signature. “Let’s find out - who wants this the most!!”

Smiling broadly and nodding to the wrestlers, Amanda exited the ring, taking her seat at the ringside table. The young promoter was grinning broadly; having fanned the flames of rivalry with the promise of cash and career, she was as desperate as anyone in the arena to watch this fight unfold.  

True enough, the teenage wrestlers seemed itching to tear into each other, flexing their muscles as they awaited the opening bell.

“Bad luck, Becky, it looks like they want real stars in the league,” Sammie goaded mischievously, flashing a smug, cute smile to rile her opponent.

“You’re going nowhere but the hospital, bitch,” Becky spat back.

The two fighters advanced on each other as the match bell rang, signaling the start of this charged conflict.

The crowd shouted encouragement for both of the fighters. The girls circled a few paces, then rushed in near sync with each other to lock arms in a quick test of strength. Gorgeous faces twisted in effort, at a standstill for a moment but then Sammie starting to push her opponent back. Becky's wrists bent, arms being forced back by the slightly stronger face. Becky was sweating it out before she suddenly let herself step back, throwing up a boot to smack into Sammie's belly.

The cute face let out a pained shout, doubling up and her grip weakening a bit. Becky repeated the underhanded move twice more, Sammie weakening a bit more each time before falling to her knees. Becky grinned cruelly down on her, raising her boot to slam it into Sammie's temple. The green-clad girl surprised everyone when she suddenly raised her hands, catching Becky's heel and flipping her up and backwards, crashing onto her back.

Sammie rose slowly, afforded the time to recover her wind a bit. She pushed herself up on one knee, lifting up Becky by her hair. The heel was forced to rise by her own will, or else suffer the pain of the hair pull (a choice she herself would not have afforded anyone in her way of this opportunity). Sammie got her back to her feet before shoving her hip into Becky's midsection, hip-tossing her back to the mat and crashing her onto her butt. Becky let out a quick cry of surprise and pain, Sammie quick to move in behind her and grab her around the neck. She bent Becky into position as she put her into a chokehold, the heel grunting and coughing as she smacked at Sammie's arms, a reflex more than a strategy since it proved to do next to nothing. Even when she scratched at her arms, Sammie barely winced and kept squeezing.

It kept the black-clad girl coughing and struggling a bit before she reached up and clawed at Sammie's eyes. The pretty young good girl cried out and fell back, rubbing her watering eyes as Becky tried to rise again, though much slower than before.

With Sammie blinded, Becky took a moment to wind up her arm, pulling it far back before swinging her hand forward, a loud knife edge chop smacking across Sammie's breasts. They bounced from the impact, Becky winding up and quickly smacking another that made her breasts continue to jiggle like they were caught in an earthquake. Sammie was forced to stagger back into the ropes, back resting against them briefly before Becky grabbed hold of her arm, whipping her at the opposite side of the ring. Sammie was whizzed along with the throw, hitting the ropes and flying back at Becky.

The Canadian swung her tough boot up at Sammie's lower belly for a quick and painful stop... only for her foot to be snagged by Sammie in mid-flight. Sammie kept moving at high speed, though, so she rather quickly and easily (if not sloppily) shoved Becky's leg up too high for her own good, flipping her heels over head and pulling harshly at her thigh muscle.

Becky crashed onto her back and rear of her skull, seeing stars as she held her aching thigh muscle. Sammie finally got her footing back under control, turning and yanking Becky up to her feet by her hair. Becky winced and flailed, suddenly swinging a wide-handed slap at Sammie, who saw it coming and ducked low. Becky's slap went out of control, spinning around from the force of her own blow. It landed her backward, perfect for Sammie to suddenly grab her by the underarms and swing her backward into a suplex, slamming Becky into the mat. The slam of the mats on her body almost drowned out the "AWWW!" from her painted black lips.

Sammie rose up, grinning widely and clapping her hands over her head. The crowd started to join in, either approving and supportive, or just encouraging her to keep her arms up for the way it made her chest look. Becky was dizzily starting to rise up, only for Sammie to turn and rush at her, kicking her in the lower calf muscle, taking the feet right from under her and putting Becky back on her back. She hardly had the time to wince when Sammie hopped up a few inches, bouncing both of her boots onto Becky's belly and knocking the wind out of her before bouncing right back off, leaving Becky trying to moan but only managing to cough and hold her pale tummy.

Becky was looking pretty dazed now, the pale-skinned fighter visibly struggling to stagger upright. Sammie, all smiles, swaggered over to ‘help’ her, grabbing the other girl by the hand and yanking her to her feet. Sammie pulled hard on Becky’s arm, sending the hapless heel running towards the ropes in an Irish whip.

　

Sammie quickly turned and ran to bounce off the opposite set of ropes, so that when Becky groggily rebounded, both girls were running towards each other at high speed. Having set her opponent up, Sammie skilfully went for the payoff, throwing herself forwards for a flying spinning heel kick. She connected beautifully, her lithe legs arcing round as she twisted in mid-air, and her white boots crashed hard into Becky’s chest.

　

Sammie nailed her onrushing opponent with a lot of momentum, and Becky cried out as she was knocked backwards, crumpling painfully onto the mat with a loud thud. The black-haired heel had been hit hard, and she lay on the mat clutching her head, moaning loudly. Following her attack, Sammie rolled neatly to her feet, to find the fans cheering and Becky lying flat on her back, moaning loudly.

　

Miss Blaque really did look in a bad way, face buried in her hands, groaning and whimpering in pain. With the roar of the crowd egging her on, Sammie saw a great chance to finish off the match completely.

Sammie hopped over Becky’s crumpled form, to stand facing the nearest turnbuckle. Grinning, she clambered up to the top rope, facing out towards the crowd, ready to perform her finisher. She called it the ’Moon Landing’ - she liked to give the fans a cheeky glimpse of her rear, before jumping off to crush her opponent. Balanced atop the turnbuckle, Sammie put her hands on her hips, swaying them provocatively, building up the anticipation in the crowd. This was going to be the best moment of her young career, beating the bitch Becky Blaque, and being universally cheered (and rewarded) for it.

　

A broad smile across her beautiful face, Sammie hooked her thumbs into the hem of her skirt, and inched it downwards. Laughing, Sammie slowly exposed the top of her peachy rear, and impishly began to wave her bare behind in Becky’s direction. The crowd was loving this, cheering and applauding her cheeky display.

Smirking, Sammie pulled her panties back up, and readied herself to leap backwards onto her opponent. Then, suddenly, she felt a sickening lurch, her carefully-balanced legs being swept from under her, and she plunged downwards. She dropped onto the turnbuckle, landing crotch-first onto the metal with a terrible CLANG. Totally stunned, and in eye-watering agony, she moaned in anguish, now sat perched atop the ringpost while clutching at her wounded womanhood. There was a sharp intake of breath around the arena, in sympathy at the brutal blow she had suffered.

　

Poor Sammie was in shock, not understanding what had happened. She shouldn’t have been too surprised, though - Becky had simply played a very nasty trick on her. The ruthless, black-clad fighter had been playing possum all along, exaggerating the injury from the spinning heel kick and faking her helplessness. Becky had been watching carefully as Sammie climbed the turnbuckle, and as soon as the brunette had finished baring her bum, Becky had dashed in to knock her legs from under her. Thanks to Becky’s sneaky strategy, Sammie’s moment of glory had been twisted into a humiliating reversal!

　

“Aww, what’s the matter, did you think you were going to win?” Becky mocked as Sammie clung to the top of the turnbuckle, gasping at the incredible pain in her pussy. Sat facing the crowd, Sammie’s agony was visible to all. Some sections started booing the cheap trick Becky had pulled, but the heel didn’t care one bit.

　

“You,” Becky hissed, grabbing Sammy’s hair as she still hung onto the ringpost. “Are a fucking idiot.” Becky sneered, placing her pale hands on the brunette’s back. “And now you’re going to suffer”.

　

Becky gave the other girl a hard shove. Poor Sammie toppled forwards from her seat on the turnbuckle, and was pushed out of the ring completely. She cried helplessly as she tumbled down, plunging through the air, nothing to stop her until she hit the arena floor with a punishing thud. Her tanned body jolted at the hard impact, and she lay in a sorry heap at the bottom of the ring steps. The drop from the top rope down to the arena floor was a heavy fall to take, and Sammie was left twitching and groaning on the cold hard concrete. Unlike her devious opponent, she clearly wasn’t faking any of this pain. Miss Saturn was in serious trouble now. 　

To a chorus of boos, Becky imperiously exited the ring, marching down the steps and fixing her dark gaze on the girl at her feet. She gave Sammie’s downed form an impetuous little prod with the toe of her boot. The groggy, green-clad wrestler moaned weakly, her face grimacing in pain, and tried to drag herself up off the floor. Sammie’s hands reached up, fumbling for the edge of the ring, which she used to haul herself off of the concrete and up into a kneeling position. Though her expression was dazed, she still shot a dirty look at her cheating foe.

Becky was unmoved by her victim’s plight. “Ha, looks like I really knocked you off your fucking pedestal!” she said coldly, a cruel sneer on her black lips. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Sammie’s hair.

“I don’t know what I liked more about that… the look on your face when you hit that turnbuckle…” Becky used her hold on the kneeling brunette to slam Sammie’s face straight into the adjacent corner post with yet another hard ‘clang’. Sammie howled as she was given this brutal demonstration, and fell back onto the concrete, clutching her face and writhing in pain.

“…or the way you moaned as your pussy got pounded,” Becky continued, stooping to take hold of the floored girl’s ankles. She stood up, holding Sammie’s legs wide apart, a wicked sparkle in her dark brown eyes. Everyone knew what was coming next, even poor Sammie, who pulled her hands away from her face to start pleading and begging.

“Oh, no, don’t you… aaiiiigggghhh!!!” Sammie shrieked as Becky stamped her big black boot down between her open thighs, crushing her already-sore crotch. The ruthless heel grinned, heavily grinding her foot into Sammie’s pussy, maximizing her victim’s discomfort and making her squeal and squirm in extreme pain.

Eventually Becky seemed to relent. “Haha, yeah, that last one was definitely my favorite,” she taunted, before lifting her boot up… and stamping it straight down into Sammie’s crotch again! The brunette jolted hard on the concrete as her sore pussy took another hit. Immense agony flowed from between her legs, utterly excruciating, making her whole body shake and leaving her wide-eyed and helpless.

Inside the ring, the ref girl looked out disapprovingly at the turn this fight had taken, but there was nothing the officials could do. This league had fairly lax rules regarding out-of-ring behavior… a fact which Becky was now perfectly placed to exploit. While Sammie whimpered on the floor, pawing at her wounded womanhood, Becky turned and reached under the ring apron. She rummaged for a short while before pulling out a black, heavy-looking nightstick.

“Yeah, this ought to do the trick,” Becky smiled cruelly, eyes shining, as she ran her fingers up and down the weapon, weighing it in her hand.

Sammie hadn’t seen what was happening; the injured face had rolled onto her front and was now desperately trying to crawl away from her tormentor. The poor girl looked pretty pathetic on her hands and knees, and was far too slow to escape Becky now. Miss Blaque advanced on her victim, looking down on her with a callous sneer.

“Going somewhere?” she mocked the girl at her feet. Becky raised the nightstick, then swung it down onto the back of Sammie’s head.

“Agghhhh!” Sammie wailed as pain filled her skull. The crawling girl hadn’t realized that Becky was now armed with a club, so the severity of the blow came as a brutal shock. The sudden, head-splitting agony threatened to overwhelm her; Sammie hunched her shoulders and clutched her hands to her temples, unable to cope.

The crowd was booing these cold-blooded weapon attacks, but Becky enjoyed playing the bad girl. This unnecessary brutality was just the start of what she was capable of.

“Mmm, that’s getting you nice and tender, isn’t it?” she taunted. The young heel raised her nightstick again, this time slamming it down onto Sammie’s upturned back. There was a heavy thud as it hit her body.

“Nnggg!” Sammie groaned as her spine was struck, taking the bruising blow on her lower back. She had been on all fours, but the force of the strike sent her limbs out from under her, and she dropped flat on her front, sprawled across the concrete. Her kidneys ached, and pain was flowing into her muscles from her injured spine. Sammie was in a bad way now, groaning weakly, unable to even lift her face up from the floor.

“Pathetic,” Becky spat. The cruel Canadian reached down and grabbed a handful of Sammie’s hair. “I’m just getting started, bitch,” she hissed into her victim’s ear. Becky then started to hair-pull Sammie back up onto all fours, but even with this vicious, painful move, the battered brunette was still sluggish and unresponsive. To get more control over her groggy opponent, Becky used her other hand to grab Sammie’s panties, pulling them up above her hips in a brutal wedgie.

Sammie whimpered and moaned in utter agony, forced up onto her hands and knees by both the pain in her scalp and the pain in her pussy. Using these twin torments, Becky made her crawl along the side of the ring, dragging her by her hair, and by the stretched underwear cutting up into her crotch. Sammie’s face was screwed up in a grimace of pain and humiliation as she endured this forced march down at Becky’s feet.

Becky led her hapless victim up towards the announcers’ table, ignoring her pleas for mercy. She pulled Sammie up by the head, almost as if she were showing her prey to the officials. In effect, this was exactly what she was doing; in particular, she was aiming to get the attention of Amanda O’Harra. The glamorous promoter sat at the other side of the desk, hands clasped together, enthralled by the action while keeping a tame smile on her face, even facing the brutality that was now taking place right in front of her nose.

Amanda could see first-hand just how bad Sammie looked now. The brunette’s tanned body was kneeling, but limp, held up only by the harsh grip Becky had on her hair. Sammie’s eyes were struggling to focus and she was whimpering in pain. The groggy girl looked up, and finally saw that she’d been dragged in front of Amanda. With dismay, Sammie realized that she was being brought low, right in front of the very promoter she had been so desperate to impress.

“Sorry, just borrowing your desk,” Becky called out dryly. She dragged Sammie up and marched her towards the ringside table. Amanda and the other officials saw that the action was coming their way, and quickly slid their chairs back a few feet, to stay out of danger. Sammie, though, had no such escape route; she was bent over the table, then slammed face-first down onto it.

The green-clad wrestler gave an anguished cry as her pretty features were crunched painfully against the smooth but hard wooden surface. She slumped weakly over the table, wracked with pain. The only saving grace was that her limp body was now held up by the table, rather than her hair, which saved her agonized scalp for once. This brief respite, though, only came because Becky had found herself a microphone.

“Hey everyone!” the heel called out, grinning as her own voice rang through the arena speakers. “Seems like I’m going to be leaving this shithole soon, for bigger and better things.” The crowd were in uproar at being goaded like this, but Becky just grinned at their disapproval.

“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s rough, being left with Sammie ‘The Dumb Slut’ Saturn in your league. I’m kind of sad too… it’s my last chance to torture her!”

Cackling, Becky would callously pull up on Sammie’s wedgied outfit again, cutting into her sensitized pussy and making the brunette moan weakly in anguished misery. Becky’s microphone meant that her victim’s whimpers were now played throughout the arena, and every fan could hear her suffering.

“Aww, don’t worry,” Becky gloated to the audience. “As it’s a special occasion, I’ll give this talentless trash something to remember me by!”

With that, Becky left the microphone on the desk, and grabbed the hem of Sammie’s miniskirt and panties. Instead of yanking them upwards (for once), she pulled them downwards, dragging the cheerleader’s costume down her thighs and below her knees. With Sammie bent helplessly over the table, this left her peachy ass fully exposed to the entire arena.

The brunette moaned as she felt the air against her now-naked nether regions, dreading what Becky had planned for her. Sammie’s cute features started to blush with embarrassment, but she was Becky’s plaything now and there was nothing she could do. She feared she was in prime position for a bare-assed spanking, but the first attack came elsewhere. Suddenly she felt a hard flash of pain as her enemy slammed her nightstick against her head again. Next, her hair was grabbed, pulling her face up off the table, while the end of the nightstick was jammed into her mouth. Sammie’s eyes widened as the black club was thrust between her lips, Becky working it back and forth in an obscene motion, laughing as she did so.

“Suck on it, bitch, you know you love it,” Becky cackled. Whilst she was having a lot of fun watching Sammie squirm as her mouth was faux fucked, this was merely a warm-up for what the cruel heel had planned. Becky yanked the nightstick from Sammie’s mouth, saliva trailing from the cheerleader’s parted lips. Miss Blaque then pulled the weapon round to the rear of Sammie’s naked form… and, with an evil grin, shoved it forcefully up between the brunette’s thighs.

“Nyahhh!!” Sammie squealed as her bent-over body was suddenly violated. The spit-soaked nightstick slid deep into her pussy, forcefully pushing into her slit. Long, hard, cruel, and unyielding, it caused her pleasure and pain in equal measure.

“No, no, no,” poor Sammie whimpered breathlessly as she lay there impaled by the nightstick. Becky slid her weapon back, only to thrust it deeper inside her victim. Sammie squealed again, a deeper moan this time, her pretty face grimacing as she realized Becky meant to fuck her over the announcer’s table.

Becky’s left hand kept a firm grip on Sammie’s chestnut brown hair, leaving her right free to force the nightstick back and forth between Sammie’s thighs. The black-clad wrestler cackled throughout, eyes shining with sadistic glee. Becky was domination personified as she ruthlessly fucked the helpless fan favorite, working her makeshift dildo harder and harder, faster and faster.

Sammie whimpered and yelped at each heartless thrust, her moans becoming more intense as, against her will, she began to feel arousal at the stimulation of her slit. To the young wrestler’s acute embarrassment, every pant and gasp was caught by the microphone, broadcasting her helpless moans to everyone present.

Soon Sammie’s own juices were lubricating the nightstick, guiding it deeper inside her snatch. The repeated thrusts began to force the onset of an orgasm within her.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, desire mixed with her intense despair. Sammie was trapped in a nightmare now, knowing she was about to be completely humiliated by her hated rival. The flustered fuck-toy glanced up from the desk, to see Amanda O’Harra watching on with amusement. Sammie had badly wanted to impress this influential woman tonight, but instead the rich wrestling promoter was just laughing at her extreme misfortune. Everything had gone as wrong as it could have for the poor young fighter - Becky Blaque was fucking her future as hard as her pussy. The climax was growing stronger within Sammie now, she tried to fight it, but she knew her moment of ultimate shame was near at hand. Her body began to shudder uncontrollably.

“Unngghhhh!!!” Sammie moaned deeply into the microphone as her sex betrayed her, overcome with a loud and obvious orgasm. Immediately, the crowd were raucous, and both Becky and Amanda were cackling in Sammie’s ears. The beaten brunette pressed her face into the desk, cheeks burning with extreme embarrassment. Through the pain and fatigue she now felt a cold despair, knowing she had been humiliated like never before. Utterly drained, her sweaty, disheveled form lay slumped over the table, totally lost.

After that eye-opening show of dominance and destruction, it was easy to overlook that this match was technically still ongoing - the out-of-ring action hadn’t found an official winner, even if the outcome now looked beyond all doubt. Becky hadn’t completely taken her eyes from the prize, though.

“Loved to watch ya come, honey, but now it’s time to go,” the black-haired girl said dryly to her hapless opponent. She peeled Sammie’s limp body from the announcers’ table and irish whipped her back towards the ring.

Unfortunately, Sammie’s panties were still bunched round her ankles, so as she was forced into the run she simply stumbled, toppled forwards in an ungainly, half-naked waddle, then crashed face-first into the apron. Becky laughed cruelly at her opponent’s stupid, slapstick fall. She stepped up to remove Sammie’s panties entirely, then hoisted her up by her hair and head, before bundling her under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

The ref girl was standing scornfully, arms crossed, as Becky re-entered the ring. Miss Blaque’s opponent was now dazed, drained, half-naked and utterly humiliated - but this had all happened outside of the ring, and beyond the ref girl’s jurisdiction. The official wasn’t happy about it, but there was nothing she could do.

Becky looked down imperiously at Sammie’s sorry form, before grabbing one of the downed girl’s ankles and dragging her to the center of the ring. Sammie was a ragdoll, albeit one stained with cum and sweat. Becky paraded a full circle around her, taking her time to pose a bit for the crowd before flipping them a double finger and dragging Sammie upright by her hair. Sammie was tangled in her clothes and almost limp, so she dragged her to her ass without much more than a whimper, then forced her to her feet. She wrapped her arm around Sammie's head and bent her over backward, leaving Sammie's back arched with her tits and belly shoved out towards the crowd, and her face wedged into Becky's sweaty pit.

Veterans and fans of the league knew what was coming, even before Becky gave a raised hand and a thumbs down motion. The Blaque Out, her favoured finisher. She took a short sprint backward, timing her short hop to land on the middle ropes before slamming back down on her hip, though Sammie intentionally less fortunate as the back of her head smashed into the mat. Sammie flopped limply and some of the nosebleed seats had to wonder if she was even breathing.

"Ref! Do your job!" Becky barked, throwing herself over Sammie. She straddled her face, pulling her own panties aside with a cackle and sticking out her tongue as her bare ass mashed into Sammie's face, unresponsive for the three count. The bell rang out, a formality really, the facesit pin finally putting an end to Sammie's miserable match, and signalling Becky's total dominance.

Sammie was later revived backstage, a towel over her and street clothes put on, since the dirty and partly torn wrestling outfit wouldn't do, even if she had more positive short-term memories attached to it. She wore a t-shirt with the company logo on it and some sweats, Becky strutting back from the showers in a black tank top and shorts, hair tried back with a towel over her shoulders.

"Hey, there, squirt." Sammie got the feeling she was not referring to her size when she called her that. "No hard feelings, eh? Just doin' our jobs, makin' it in the biz." Becky still had a wicked grin on her face as she eyed Sammie, as though she had fun with her cruel victory anyway.

Sammie nodded a bit. "I can't really blame you," she sighed. "You gave her a show. I just wanted to apologize and thank Miss O’Harra for the opportunity before I left."

Becky shrugged and leaned on a locker before Amanda made her appearance, smiling at the women widely. It made Sammie fidget from the way she smiled at her after her loss, but she managed to muster up her famous courage and smile back.

"Wow," Amanda gushed with a hungry grin. "You girls were amazing out there. Really were. I can see why the crowd eats this stuff up around here. You both showed a lot of potential out there."

Sammie blushed but smiled and nodded. Becky smacked her playfully on the back.
"Some of us more than others, huh?" Becky laughed.

"Oh, of course," Amanda said, if not a bit dismissively, as if she were unsurprised by the match. "Blaque, great win out there. You know how to make a crowd hate you and love to come back and hate you more."

Becky chuckled. "Yea. It's as if they imagine one of these times, someone will actually beat me."
Amanda smiled down at Sammy and patter her shoulder, rather fondly rather than condescending. "And you, Sammy. You're all but a local hero to these horny fans. You've got a great figure, but you're still athletic enough to take a beating."
"Um... thanks?" Sammie said and hoped she didn't come off as too much of a ditz.

"And that's why I'm signing you on for my league."
"WHAT!?" Becky blurted in outrage, but Amanda gave a calming wave of her palm.
"Relax, Miss Blaque. You're signing on as well. If you both want in, I can have the contracts ready tomorrow.

Blaque calmed down to a casual smile, but Sammie's eyes were lit up and didn't stop. "Really!? But... I thought you only had one opening available!"

Amanda O'Harra shrugged. "It's a big league. I'll trim some fat somewhere and ditch some pushover jobber. You, though, Sammie! You've got hero and jobber and future face champion painted all over you. It's a lot of ways you can go, even if one of them seems to be a pretty face the crowd loves to see raped and beaten."

Amanda had a big smile that might have concerned Sammie if she thought about it a bit more. It was like wishing a punching bag good luck in its career. But that wasn't what she was, and she knew it. The fans loved her matches, win or lose. Saturn was a star, and she was going to overtake Blaque in her new league, a clean slate to carry over and improve her skills, popularity, and position in the league, even if she had to crawl and claw her way up from the bottom.

Amanda turned with a wiggle of her curvy hips under her business attire. "I'll be in touch. Later girls. I can't wait to see what kind of troubles you'll get to overcome in your career."