Em had developed quite the loss streak. She was a laughing stock. A full page photo of her knocked out from her last match, bra slid down past her tit adorned the latest issue of the company magazine (blurred out on the page of course). It sold like hotcakes.
The company’s manager took notice of that.
That’s why, as Em sat alone in the locker room, lacing up her wrestling boots, an agent in a sharp suit came to talk to her.
“Hey Em, we’ve got some polling numbers back and the crowd loved your last match,” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Em just sighs, looking at the ground.
“Okay?” She asks, waiting for more.
The agent clears his throat.
“Well, since it polled so well, we are…changing your attire.” He said, looking at her skirt and short combo. “Take it off.”
“You’re kidding,” Em said, taken aback.
“Not at all! That red getup you had on was popular!”
“I’m not doing it!” Em said, incredulous.
“Look babydoll, you’re lucky to still be in this company as it is. Either wrestle in your undies or get the duck out, okay?” He reached down and patted her cheek condescendingly. “That’s a good girl. You’ve got a gauntlet match tonight. If you can win just one of the three matches, you’ll earn the right to get your clothes back. Not a minute sooner.”
He left and Em sat for a moment, fuming, before she started to take her skirt off…
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Em came out of the ramp in red lingerie, skimpy and lacey red underwear that barely covered her huge ass and a matching bra.
The crowd cheered, roaring approval. But the cheers we’re clearly mean spirited, some people laughing while others flashed photos of the thick blonde wrestler.
She climbed the steps into the ring,no skirt to hide the jiggling of her ass as she walked.
She walked to a corner, a determined look in her eyes as she awaited the first of three of her opponents.
A hardcore hip hop beat blares as a large, athletic dark skinned woman makes her way down the ramp confidently, wearing shiny silver trunks and a matching crop top.
Nisa was one of the highest ranked women on the roster – a few steps down from the champion.
And now she faced a nearly naked Em.
She rolled into the ring with confidence and looked at Em in disgust.
“So let’s all agree this is a waste of our time, eh? Why don’t you just lay on you back…you should be good at that…and let me pin you so we can get on with our day.”
Em growled in anger.
“Go to hell.” She said in response, her blonde hair covering one of her green eyes, her lips drawn back in a snarl.
Nisa shrugged.
“Your funeral I suppose.”
The bell rang the start of the match.
Em ran at Nisa and lowered her shoulder for a spear.
“Awh, you’re learning moves!” Nisa said, easily dodging out of Em’s way, using her own momentum to grab her head and DDT her into the mat.
“FUHHH,” Em’s breath left her body as she was spiked, legs going in the air before she flopped to the ground, ass quaking from the impact.
“That was almost a move! You’re…kind of learning!” Nisa laughed as Em rolled on the ground, holding her head and kicking her legs against the mat in pain.
Nisa grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s just get this out of the way qui-” Nisa was cut short as Em pushed her away.
“Shut up!” Em yelled, throwing punches wildly. They weren’t very skilled punches, but a few managed to land before Nisa cried out in frustration and head-butted Em.
The blonde staggered backward, dazed by the attack. Nisa grabbed her throat with one large hand.
“Nice punches, you uncoordinated piece of shit,” she growled as Em gagged, grasping at her hand and stomping her feet, thick thighs jiggling. “But playtime is over.”
She grabbed Em’s panties and wedgies her, pulling Em up and slamming her down in a devastating chokeslam.
Em’s whole body jiggles on impact and one of her tits once again popped out of her bra, her panties now basically a thong.
“Easiest match of my fucking life,” Nisa said, rolling Em over onto her back. “Nice tit. Maybe rethink your ring attire, eh?”
Nisa put a big boot on Em’s exposed tit for the three count. Em didn’t move, eyes open in shock as she gasped for air, chest heaving.
“You’ve got two more matches, hunny. Maybe you should adjust yourself.”
Nisa left the ring as Em tried to breathe, still in shock on the ground as the second person’s music hits.
A short, stocky woman with a squat face and short brown hair walked toward the ring to a rock beat.
The submissions expert Sara Nu seemed to be in no mood for shenanigans either.
Em pulled herself together (and her bra back up over her chest) as Sara entered the ring. Em managed to climb to her feet with the help of the ropes, though she was still unsteady, and her eyes were a bit unfocused.
Sara looked into Em’s eyes and saw she was basically spent already. She smiled.
“Nothing behind those eyes, huh dumbass?” She started walking toward Em. “Let’s go. If you’re not already braindead.”
Em stumbled forward as the bell rang. She tried to swing at Sara but missed wildly and almost fell over.
Sara caught her and slammed a knee into her face, causing Em’s feet to come off the mat and her ass to jiggle. Then, still holding onto the girl, she brought her to the ground, putting Em on top of her and wrapping her arms and legs around her, putting her arms around her neck in a devastating choke hold.
“GUHHH GOD HUHHH,” Em flailed like a fish, arms and legs going wildly, her bra sliding down her chest, but not completely off like before.
“C…can’t…I can’t breathe…” She croaked, trying to pull Sara’s arm off her weakly.
Sara wrenched the hold, throwing Em back and forth like a rag doll. “That’s the POINT you dumb slut!” She growled in Em’s ear.
Em started to fade fast, drool falling from her lips before she lightly taps out on Sara’s powerful arm. Sara holds her a bit longer after the bell rings, before finally tossing her aside like trash.
Em flops over onto her stomach, face in the mat and drool on her cheek, her ass raised a bit with one of her arms lying awkwardly between her thick legs.
She’s completely done.
The bell rings and Sara’s hand is raised. She makes a show of wiping her boots off beside Em before walking off.
As the ref checks on Em, a familiar guitar riff plays…and Kila walks down the aisle, smiling and boasting to the crowd.
She walks in the ring and Em is still down and out. Kila gives her ass a huge slap.
“Is my favorite wrestler!” She proclaims in her Russian accent, pulling Em to a sitting position. Em is limp, hands on her thighs as Kila holds her hair, displaying her like a trophy.
“Look everyone, is Wonder Woman!” She cries out to the crowd as they laugh. Em is muttering to herself, clearly out of it. “Isn’t she lovely? And so strong?” Kila makes a muscle as she holds Em, before throwing her back to the ground on her side.
“Oh wait here,” she says, pulling one side of Em’s bra down. “Is your signature now, girly!” She twists Em’s nipple viciously, laughing. Em moans and weakly tries to slap her away.
“So what shall we do to Em, eh? Strip her? Fuck her right here?” The crowd laughs and cheers for Kila, who has her back turned to Em, pandering.
“Maybe we sho-” she’s interrupted as Em, flopping forward, rolls her up, her big as sin the air as the ref counts.
1…2…3
The bell rings. Em gas managed to win a match. She gasps on her hands and knees, in shock along with everyone else.
Kila is livid. She clambors to her feet and runs at Em. “You fucking BITCH!” She curb stomps Em’s head into the ground.
Em grunts loudly as she’s knocked completely out by the strike. Her ass jiggles on impact and she rolls on her back, one long leg dangling off the apron, an arm partially covering her face.
Her body convulses,vgaving taken too much damage in these fights, her bare tit bouncing with each shake of her body. A few people in the front row take pictures.
Meanwhile, several refs are working to hold Kila back.
“You’re dead meat, you hear me? Fuck you!” She transitions to shouting in Russian, before spitting at Em’s form as the refs push her out of the ring and down the ramp.
Em had gotten her first win, even though at the moment she did not look very victorious.
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