This is my 68 match. So far 22 and 46, not a really great record. I'm fast becoming an opponent. Who am I kidding, I'm already an opponent. I'm who they call when they want to try out a new wrestler. To night is no different. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel That's it the match is over and I can leave the ring most of the woman are staring straight at my Boner. Some of the woman are giving their husbands hell over how big I am compared to them. Look boys, I'm gonna go through the rules so your perfectly clear”, she explained. “Firstly, the winner of the match is via pinfall or submission”. Malia begins to stand up and adjust her wrestle outfit tidily. She walks over to Kyle and places her boot on his chest. Jess raises Malia's arm as she stands over Kyle, posing in front of students signifying her Victory. "Your winner, Malia" shouts Jess.

What”? “A Ref”. “What do you mean”? “This is supposed to be a beat down”. “There's supposed to be no rules", Kyle exclaimed.Then it happened, the phone call of a lifetime. I was going to fill in for the number one contender. The only reason for me being asked, was that no one though I was capable of beating the World Champion. The strangest thing, I did not think so either. Strange things happen in the ring. I get the World Champion in a COBRA CLUTCH AND SCISSORS. She struggles hard but can't escape. After almost four minutes of struggling She was exhausted and screamed her submission. " oh my god!!! He's got me!!! I give up I give up!!!" I was now the Champion. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing The Champion struggles trying to get to his feet, but never quite makes it. Ariel grabs his boots and pulls them out from under him. She then pulls him to the center of the ring. Grabbing his wrists she pulls the Champion to a sitting position. Then using her boots she spreads his legs apart. The ref comes to me and asks "Are you ready NOW George? Has she beaten you!!! Do you want to submit to her? My response comes instantly. I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP!!!! SHE'S BEATEN ME, NO MORE!!!! I'VE BEEN BEATEN!!!! MARIA WINS!!! I SUBMIT TO HER!!! SHE WINS!!!! I SUBMIT-I SUBMIT!!!!"

Malia then proceeded to untie her robe very carefully, folding it and passing it over the ropes to her students. Malia was in her mid to late 40s, noticeably more mature and refined than her young wrestling students. They were the next generation. Young, beautiful and eager to learn from a veteran in the business. She had earned her time in the ring, all those bumps and bruises. Her eyes, full of animal like rage, her hair was long and wild. Somehow, despite her rough and tumble exterior, she also had an allure of distinct femininity, beauty and grace. I begin to struggle to get to the ropes. I need to stop her and pull up my pantyhose and thong. It takes me almost 4 minutes to reach the ropes and grab them. The ref breaks the hold and I struggle to stand. My one leg is almost useless. I finally get to me feet. I am quite a sight. My pantyhose and my thong are well Below my manhood. It takes just seconds to pull them up, but the damage is done. For a second or two I was naked in front of the fans. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community This is a pro wrestling match, with pro wrestling rules". “I'm going to call this match straight down the line”. “This isn't an MMA match and I'm going to make sure that the rules are followed,” she said in a serious voice. That's it for me. Ariel lets go of my legs and takes her boot off my manhood. I wish that stopped the pain, but it didn't. I lie on the mat with tears running down my cheeks. I try to hide my face with my hands. But it's hard to hide defeat.After about 25 minutes trying with no success to catch him between her arms or to force his body down under her body, Pamella was frustrated and very tired. Drops of sweat were falling and sliding over her stunning and shining body, while her face became blushed. She finally realized that she was too heavy and slow to follow his movements. And his young stamina... That was what turned everything worse and harder to "The Cowgirl'". YES-YES, MAKE HER STOP!!!! I'M FINISHED!!! SHE'S CRUSHING ME, MY MANHOOD, SHE'S CRUSHING ME !!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!! I WANT TO SUBMIT!!! SHE'S BEATEN ME!! I GIVE UP-I GIVE UP!!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!!! I GIVE UP!!!"

I give up, make her stop ref!!! I've had enough, I give up!!!! Oh dam, she's hurting me!!!! I submit!!! I submit!!!" It's wrestling night and I have a match. I've been doing great over the past two months. I have won 3 matches in a row. I now have a record of 25 and 46. Not quite a winning record but better that a few months ago. Well it's time to keep my streak going. I remove my street cloths and begin to get into my wrestling outfit. A new look for tonight. I stretch on shiny tan pantyhose. WOW they make my legs look great Over them I pull on a tan thong. I lace up my white boots. Man, I look great. I prove that as I enter the ring to cheers, whistles and cat calls. Pamella 'The Cowgirl' Schwonke" got challenged by another mixed wrestler (a lightweight brawler, twelve years younger than her) for a clandestine wrestling match at a biker's club. She would earn a good money for that match, so she didn't think twice to accept the propose. And obviously, she underestimated her challenger in the interview before that match, saying this to the interviewer: "I am a real wrestler. He is just a little boy looking for a woman to spank his ass. And well, I will give him that gift. " The challenger was a newbie called "Andrew 'The Squirrel' Dwaine", but already known as a fast and technical fighter... and a little pervert in the clandestine mixed matches, having no troubles using his fast hands to defeat and embarrass women heavier or taller than him. I will count to 4 if either party does anything illegal, if I count to 5 you will be disqualified. This includes eye gouging, scratching, punches to the head or using the ropes as a weapon."Tell me, did you get a copy wright for the story. I am interrested, as i have written many stories which i have never put into print. Many true, and some immaginated. i never even thought of copywrite until i wrote a whole pile of stories meant for a very specific audience. the stories were true and specifically of a certain specific group. somebody got hold of the stories and sent them to a newspaper. I have not been able to read them in the newspaper (a friend is saving them for me to see later on when i get the chance>>> tennis ball friend) the person who put them into the paper got copywrited. I'm not angry, at the news guy but wish i had done my homework before hand instead of later hand. Note: Hi! This is my first work in a few years. I am sorry for that and for some mistake with the words that I can have done in the story. English isn't my first language. So, maybe I wrote something wrong. But trust me, I worked hard to make this bad story hehe... And Pamella even more. I hope you enjoy! Fave and comment this picture if you liked the story. And feel free to give me some suggestions for other storys. If you are planning to go anywhere with your Mary stories, and i bet you do have more to tell, you ought to look into copywriting atleast some of them. No matter what, just keep them coming. And put them here FIRST instead of with DTV. >