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. 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. Jess looks at Malia slightly fearing for her own safety as she can tell Malia is becoming even more unhinged, "C'mon, the boy is done". "I'm calling this match", Jess replied, slightly cowering.

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.Jess looked over at Malia and then towards Kyle, "Okay guys, I want good clean fight". "No headbutts, eye gouging, scratching or blatant punches to the face. These a pro wrestling rules. Not MMA". "Do you guys understand that"? Jess explained with a straight expression. Kyle and Malia slowly made their way to meet in the middle of the ring. Malia's students began to cheer on their leader. Kyle looked over at them and gestured his middle finger in defiance. 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." Oh-oh!!! It hurts!!!!!"I've just made the biggest mistake a wrestler can make, I've let my opponent know that they are hurting me. 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. What”? “A Ref”. “What do you mean”? “This is supposed to be a beat down”. “There's supposed to be no rules", Kyle exclaimed.

The sign on my dressing room door reads " WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION. I could not believe it, I'm the champion. I can't tell you how great it feels. As I was walking up to the arena, about 12 or 15 youngsters came up to me and asked for my autograph. I just can't believe it. "I'm the World Wrestling Champion!!!" All I can think off is how much fun it is to be the WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION.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. 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. 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. 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.

good story. you have told some of that story here, so I guess we should say, "Thanks for the scoop." why not put the whole story here. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Tomorrow, August 25, 2005, go to the New Stories section (It's free) of Diana the Valkyrie: http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/newstory/index1.htm

Pray for Mercy (commission) by Veherzak, literature

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!!!!"

Boy was the promoter mad at me!!! He screamed, "How the hell could you beat her? She was the World Champion. She should have destroyed you!!!" The thing is there is nothing he could do about it. I won the title and it was mine. That is how we got to tonight. I am making my very title defiance 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!!!" 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”.You could see that she was no stranger to working out, strong calf muscles, solid thighs and a lean core. Her strength derived from her lower body. Malia only stood at 5'4 an weighed around 140 LBS. All her life, she was the underdog and was told that she wouldn’t make it. She wasn’t the typical blonde, bimbo looking wrestler, with big breasts, long legs. Her determination and grit defined her beauty. She loved to rough it up in the ring and breakdown the stereotypical female wrestling persona. For Malia, the ring was the place were she could be free. It's match night again And this is the strangest match of my career. Strangest is not a strong enough word. You see I will be defending my league World Championship. Yes, that's right I'm the reigning World Champion. This is how all this started. 6 weeks ago, I was a last minute stand in for the number one contender. He had been injured in a tune up match several days before the title match. 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. 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'". 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.