The Real Wrestling Redemption

Earlier this month, I posted a set of stories titled Wrestling Redemption, but readers wanted more. They didn't just want to see Ryan win- they wanted to see Blade and Viper lose. So, if you are one of those men, then I think that you are going to greatly enjoy what I've written today... And for my VIPs, check out the Discord for a quick video showing why I love to write about wrestlers.

With a kiss on the cheek from my husband, I got into my truck and drove over to the gym with the music blaring and a determined look on my face. It had been two weeks since Viper had exposed me in the ring, and last week, Blade had pulled an almost identical stunt on another wrestler. I had been the first up that night against some newbie, so it had been an easy win and could have been an early night for me. Instead, I had crept into the stands after I’d gotten changed with my sunglasses on and my hood up to watch the rest of the matches.

Tonight, I was slated for the last fight of the night, and I knew exactly what I had in store for my opponent.

“Ladies and not so gentle men, it’s time for one last fight tonight. Are you ready to see this finale?”

The MC was hyping up the crowd, but he didn’t have to work hard tonight. As I waited in the hallway, I could hear them whooping and stamping their feet on the old bleachers- they were ready for a show. Ninja and Viper swept through the curtain to head back to the locker room, but of course, the latter man had to stop in front of me.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to talk since our last fight, Pep- how are you holding up?”

I was planning on staring straight ahead, but I had to look over at him when I felt his hand wrap around my bulge in my wrestling trunks.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you Viper?”

His eyebrow arched up onto his forehead- I don’t think he was ready for me to do anything but shrink in front of him. I was always comfortable in my abilities in the ring, but I usually kept to myself outside of it. Not tonight though.

“Good luck, Pep.” He leaned in close to my ear. “You’re going to need it.”

I knew exactly what he meant by that, but I also knew that he was wrong.

One minute later, Blade and I had been introduced, and we’d run out of the hallway into the gym. I had a good number of cheers, but Blade was clearly the fan favorite tonight. He was an imposing figure, endless muscles and thick thighs protruding from his black trunks with the fire design along the front. He didn’t scare me though.

The ref got into position, but before he could lift his whistle, I motioned for him to come over. Not sure what he thought I wanted, but I grabbed the mic before he could ask and began addressing the crowd before he could stop me.

“Here at Knight Wrestling, I am known as a man who never backs down from a challenge, and earlier tonight, a wrestler got into my face. I handle my business in the ring, and I want to see if he feels the same way.” Turning towards the back of the arena, I hoped that he was listening. “So Viper, I want you to come on back out for everyone.”

Five seconds passed, but finally, the curtains parted, and the crowd went nuts when they saw him appear. He walked towards us with his signature swagger, but there was a confused look on his face. Hopping into the ring, he walked over to me as if he was going to say something, but he stopped himself, waiting to find out what my plan was. Instead, Blade stepped up and asked instead.

“Hey Pepper, you scared to fight me? Is that what this is?”

“Oh Blade, you are sorely mistaken. I’m going to be fighting both of you.”

Handing back the mic, I got back into position as the crowd reached a fever pitch that I hadn’t heard before tonight. Blade and Viper had a quick huddle to talk about their game plan, but then they too got into position in the other corner.

A millisecond before the ref blew his whistle, Blade was in motion, and he almost caught me off guard, but I knew his tricks. Last week, I saw him pull this same move. Effortlessly stepping to the side, I dove onto my belly right as Viper leapt above me. Rolling back into a crouch, I backed into the corner where they’d started. We had switched sides now, and it felt symbolic. As if I was taking back my power.

They didn’t hesitate though, and they sprang at me this time as one unit, but I met them in the center. For the next few minutes, we were actually wrestling- nothing scripted about this. My breathing was becoming more labored, but I had to stay focused and wait for the break that I knew would be coming. Even though there were two of them against one, I could see them both getting exhausted too, especially Viper who had already had his match right before this one.

Finally, I saw my moment, and I knew that I couldn’t waste this chance. Viper was turning to head back over to the other side to catch his breath, and I arced my foot up and kicked him right in the ass to help him on his way. Blade turned his head to look towards the action, and I clotheslined him with a scissor kick that had him landing flat on his face.

Before he could get up, I grabbed onto his trunks and ripped as hard as I could even though my arms were aching. The waistband was triple knotted to keep from sliding down, but that was irrelevant when the fabric was this thin. With a loud rip that was still audible over the crowd, I stood up with half of his trunks in my hands.

Viper was up on his feet again, but he was just standing there in shock. His partner was lying on the ground with his exposed ass visible to everyone and their cameras. Flashes illuminated his pasty white, bubble butt, and as he rolled over to try to hide, he got his foot caught on the bottom rope, and that ricocheted his body about a foot to the left. Unfortunately for him, his trunks didn’t slide with him, and his meaty cock was now exposed as well.

“Oh my fucking god!!”

Finally, he got into motion and ran out of the ring with his hands trying to cover a surface too big to cover, but I couldn’t join the audience in humiliating him- not when I knew that Viper was coming for revenge.

Without turning around, I dropped into a crouch before springing back up into the air. Last week, I’d watched from the stands to study Viper’s moves, and I knew that he had a specific sneak attack that was almost too fast to evade once you saw it coming. Luckily for me, I anticipated it, so I was in action a second earlier than I would have been.

As I sprang upwards, I felt my shoulders collide with his body as he was mid-air, and he rose up with me. Flailing his arms as he was launched, he was above my head when he started falling back towards the ground. I had one chance for this move, and I had to be exact. Holding out my hands in position, I was able to slide them under the bottom hem of his trunks on either side, and I lifted, flexing my biceps, as he fell.

This action caused his trunks to give him an atomic wedgie, and the fabric all but disappeared between the massive globes of his tanned ass. Unlike his partner, he seemed prepared to show off his glutes, but as I heard the lovely sound of fabric ripping yet again, I was ready to find out if he was as willing to show off the other side as well.

Holding him around his mid-section, I angled him towards the bleachers as his ruined trunks fell to the ground next to Blade’s. Gasps rang out followed by more camera flashes, but I couldn’t celebrate for too much longer. I was absolutely exhausted, and as Viper used the last of his strength to wiggle out of my arms, I couldn’t stop him.

I prepared to use whatever strength I had left to pin him for good, but he was out of the ring as well now, pulling down the tiny bit of fabric left circling his waist to cover himself before disappearing behind the curtains for good.

Holding up my arm, the ref declared me the obvious winner, and the crowd erupted, chanting my name loud enough to erase the memory of my fight from two weeks ago. Looking up at them, I surprisingly saw my husband’s face as he stood in the top corner. He never came to see me fight after a match a few years ago where I broke my nose, but he must have known that I wouldn’t end up hurt tonight. Based on the look on his face, he seemed very proud of his decision.

About ten minutes later, I walked out to my truck to see him standing there waiting on me. The guys in charge had stopped me to talk after I’d gotten back onstage, but they were just there to congratulate me. Not on my win, but for all of the good PR that would fill seats next week.

“Well Pepper, how do you feel now?”

He was holding out his fist, pantomiming holding a microphone, and I leaned in to answer him.

“Fucking amazing, thanks for asking.”

“Watch this.”

Turning his phone around, I saw that he’d videoed my fight, and he’d paused right after Blade ran out. It was just me and Viper, and I pressed play to watch the last bit of action. I watched me position the loser towards the crowd, and I was now able to see what they’d seen… including Viper’s tiny dick. His pubes were totally shaved, and even though he probably did it to make him look bigger, it had the total opposite effect. As he wriggled in my grasp, it barely wiggled in front of him, and now I knew why he ran so quickly.

“It’s already online- somebody filmed him head-on. He’s done for in this league.”

My husband was about to say something else, but I leaned forward and stopped him with my lips against his. I’d gotten the redemption that I’d craved, and now, I was ready for my victory lap.