The Championship Match
By "G" responses welcome GLfm@aol.com



I finally felt good about myself. My troubles in the ring seamed to be a thing
of the past. I am once again wrestling as a single. I have a new trainer and
she has improved my wrestling skills dramatically. I feel very lucky to have
her in my corner, as a former champion she had her pick of wrestlers to train.

In the past eight months I have gone undefeated in 14 matches including my
defeat of the now former champion. I now hold the title and have defended it 3
times. Tonight's match will be my 4th defense of the title. I cannot believe
how popular I've become in such a short time. My title matches are now held in
arenas holding 3 or 4 thousand people and are always sold out. The crowds are
more that ¾ women who scream and shout when I enter the ring. Before each
match my dressing room is full of notes and letters from women fans, I have
started to feel like a rock star. Many of the letters offer sex with the
sender, many more ask me to wrestle in tighter tights, or just in my jockstrap
or even nude. As much as I can I try to look sexy and masculine in the ring.

It's time now for me to prepare for my match. I remove my street cloths and
rap a towel around my middle. My trainer enters my dressing room and begins a
through rub down. While she massages my arms legs and back she talks about my
opponent for tonight. She tells me she is a little worried about the match.
That my opponent is an unknown to her. The only thing she's heard is that she
is from Brazil and looks very strange. I tell her not to worry that I'm on a
roll and I can beat anyone.

The knock on my door tells me it's time to get ready. Rolling off the rub down
table I begin to put on my wrestling gear. I pull up a new tight satin
jockstrap and adjust my manhood in it. My white nylon and spandex wrestling
tights fit closer than a second skin. I pull and wiggle to get them on. They
squeeze and enhance every ripple and bulge. I lace up my Shinny white paten
leather- wrestling boots. Next I strap on the World Wrestling Championship
belt, I am proud to see it around my waist as I look in the mirror. Last comes
my robe, white satin mid-calf length covered with rhinestones. The words "
WORLD CHAMPION" in gold letters on the back.

I leave my dressing and head toward the ring. As I enter the arena a dazzling
spot light shins down on me. The huge crowd of my female fans begins to scream
and clap. All the way down the isle and into the ring the spot light follows
me. As I enter the ring the cheers and screams grow even louder. From my
corner I look across the ring at my opponent, she doesn't look that unusual to
me. Aside from being tall for a women around 6ft I guess she seems quite
normal. She is dressed in silver metallic wrestling gear. Silver tights black
pantyhose silver boots and a sliver mask that covers her face and head. We
each stand in our corners arms out stretched holding the top rope looking at
each other. Her eyes seem to be fixed on my championship belt. The ring
announcer calls for the bell " Ladies and Gentlemen this is the main event of
the evening a one fall match for The World Wrestling Championship. In this
corner from Brazil wearing the silver tights she is the challenger and in this
corner from the USA in white he is the World Wrestling Champion". The cheers
and whistles drown out most of the announcement. At last the time to wrestle
has come, as the referee calls us both to center ring. Her instructions are
simple "This is a one fall no time limit match for the world wrestling
championship. The match must end by pin or submission. You both know the rules
return to your corners and listen for the bell and may the best wrestler win".
I return to my corner remove my ring robe and my championship belt and place
them over the turnbuckle. I pull up and give a finial adjustment and smoothing
to my wrestling tights and stand looking across the ring at my opponent.

The bell sounds and I leave my corner circling to my left. I take only two
steps when my opponent races toward me leaping in the air to deliver a
clothesline forearm. I can't believe how fast she is. Her forearm smashes into
me driving back against the ropes. I clutch at my neck trying to regain my
breath. Before I can recover she gets to her feet and slams me with her
forearm. Blow after blow crashes down on me as I slowly begin to slid down the
ropes to my knees. Twisting my arm into a wringer and grabbing my hair she
pulls me to my feet. I scream from the pain in my arm. It has never been
twisted this hard before. As she pulls me to my feet I look into her eyes they
are cold and pitiless.

The Brazilian whips me into the ropes with enormous force. Flying back at her
she goes between my legs grabbing a handful of my tights and jockstrap and
scoops me off the mat. Holding me high in the air for a few seconds she
quickly spins around and power slams me to the mat. I crash to the mat with
devastating force. The breath and the strength seem to rush out of me; if it
were not for her pulling me to my feet I don't think I could have gotten up.
She now has her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My wrestling boots
dangle uselessly off the mat as she squeezes my stomach. She slowly swings me
from side to side as I try to pry her hands apart. The match is less than 40
seconds old and I am helpless. A quick move by the Brazilian and she flips me
over her shoulder in a back suplex. I land hard on my neck and shoulders. Flat
on my back looking up at the ring lights I know I cannot out wrestle her she
is much to strong for me. She can pin my any time she wants. What I don't yet
know is she has no intention of pinning me. Dazed and groggy I can't seem to
get to my feet. It no longer matters as my opponent has other plans for me.
Taking one of my white wrestling boots in her hands she lifts and spins me in
a toehold. I scream as my leg is bent almost to the breaking point. Grabbing
my other boot she lifts, pulls and hooks her leg over mine I am trapped in a
figure-four leg lock. The pain in my legs and knees is unbearable as I scream
from this torture. I twist and turn trying to escape. My arms and upper body
flail widely around. My only hope of escape is the ring ropes, but I can't
reach them I am hopelessly trapped in the center of the ring. The referee
seams confused and unsure of what to do. She knows that this is a championship
match and can't believe that I am ready to submit after less than a minute. I
can hear my female fans through out the arena screaming in disbelief " NO - NO
DON'T GIVE UP". They have no idea of the torture this masked woman is
inflicting on me, her strength overwhelming. I can hear the two ringside
announcers doing the privet videotape shouting into their mikes, " She's got
him, this masked Brazilian woman has the World Champion trapped in a
Figure-Four. He can't escape. The entire arena can hear his screams; I think
she's going to make him submit. This may be the shortest Championship match in
history". My only though is to end this torture as I scream at the confused
Referee. "Ref - Ref - please - please - I submit - I submit". The referee is
slow to respond and she fails to realize that I have already given up. My
opponent has forced me into a submission in just 64 seconds. The ring
announcers are in frenzy as they describe my defeat. " Oh my god I can't
believe it - he's submitted, the Champion has just given up - The Brazilian
has made him submit. In just 1 minute and4 seconds we have a new champion.
This is the shortest championship match I ever heard of. I've never seen a
champion submit this fast. Wait a second the ref doesn't seem to know he's
given up - she hasn't called for the bell". For the second time I try to get
the referees attention " Ref please - help me - I give up - I give up- make
her stop- please - I've had enough - ring the bell - please- I submit". At
last the ref sees what's going on and kneels down beside me, she sees my face
contorted in pain and realizes that I am trapped in a submission hold. Finally
she asks me "Is that it champ - Have you had enough - are you ready to
submit". I waist no time answering her " Yes - yes - please- I've had enough -
I submit - ring the bell - please - I give up". At last the ref signals for
the bell letting the crowd know the match is over. Almost no one in the arena
can believe I've been defeated that quickly. My fans are almost hysterical
over what they have just seen. What they are all slow to realize is that my
opponent has not released me; I am still trapped in her figure-four. The noise
from the crowd overwhelms my cries to the ref. The Brazilian slowly twists my
legs back and forth increasing the pressure on them. The ringside announcers
continue to describe the action. " The former champion is still trapped the
Brazilian has not let him go, and the ref does not see it. If she doesn't
release him soon his legs may snap". Twisting and turning my entire body
flails about in a hopeless effort to get free. I am overcome with fear and
pain. Tears fill my eyes as I begin to sob.

I beg the new champion to let me go, " Let me go - please - you win - you've
beaten me - you're the champion now - I give up - please stop - your breaking
my legs - I submit - I submit". The video announcers continue to describe what
is now my overwhelming defeat " I can't believe what we are seeing - The now
former champion in tears as he lies trapped and helpless in the middle of the
ring crying out his submission - It's hard to believe that this once proud
champion has been so easily beaten at the hands of this masked women wrestler
- She still has not released him from her hold, and the ref has begun to count
her out". At last I see the referee tell the Brazilian to break the hold she
has me in and begin a ten count on her. The pain in my legs and knees is
overwhelming as I scream at both the referee and my opponent " No more -
please - make her stop ref - I can't take any more". Slowly the count reaches
5 as the Brazilian continues to hold me trapped in her figure four-leg lock. I
can't understand why she has not released me, as she has me totally beaten. As
the count reaches 7 I cover my face with my hands trying to hide my tears.
Pain and fear have overwhelmed me as I am now crying uncontrollably. I
continue to beg for mercy from my masked female opponent. " Oh please let me
go - please - I give up - no more - please - your hurting me - I'm begging you
please let me go - I submit - I submit". Finally as the referee's count
reaches 9 the Brazilian releases me from her submission hold. My legs and
knees throb with pain I know I can't stand or walk. I cruel up with my knees
to my chest not yet believing that the match is over and I have been so easily
defeated. I look out in the crowd and see the stunned look on the faces of my
fans. They too cannot believe the match is over and that I lost. My manager
has entered the ring to come to my aid she kneels down beside me and lifts my
head slightly off the mat. Looking into my tear-filled eyes she asks, " What
happened - you submitted so fast - You've lost the championship?" As the tears
continue to fall from my eyes I tell her, I know - I know - she is just too
strong - I couldn't get free - she was hurting me so bad - I had to give up -
I couldn't take any more - I've never wrestled anyone as strong her". Lying on
my back in the center of the ring I see the referee take the Championship Belt
from my corner and place it around the masked Brazilian's waist. As the ring
announcer calls for the mike the new champion raises her arms in victory. To
the stunned and almost silent crowd he makes the announcement " In the time of
just 1min and 4 sec the winner and new champion, with a figure-four leg lock
submission. From South America The Brazilian" A stunned crowd slowly begins to
clap for the new champion as she waves to them. Moving from corner to corner
she mounts the middle rope raising her arms and pointing to the championship
belt around her waist. Finally she comes to the center of the ring and stands
triumphantly over me her hands on her hips. I look up at her and see an evil
smile come to her lips. At that moment the Brazilian's silver wrestling boot
smashes into the back of my manager's head knocking her out and sending her
sprawling across my chest. She lies on top of me in almost a cross body pin.
With the ref and the ring announcer headed back to the dressing area after
such a quick match and my manager out cold I an alone in the ring with the new
champion. Throwing my unconscious manager to one side and pulling me up to a
sitting position by my hair she grabs me under my arms and jerks me to my
feet. I am panic-stricken hoping that she won't hurt me any more. I plead with
her to let me go. " NO -NO PLEASE - let me go - let me go - I don't want to
wrestle you any more - I've given up - you win - PLEASE - no more"! My cries
for mercy have no effect on the new champion. Trapping me in a full nelson she
slowly drags to the ring ropes, draping me over the top rope she pulls up on
the middle rope trapping my arms. I now hang helplessly from the ring ropes. I
can't believe that less than 5 minutes ago I was the World Wrestling Champion.
The cheers from the crowd seem to grow louder as my former female fans now
shout for the new woman champion. I know that I have failed every male
wrestling fan in the arena. I twist and pull trying to get free my only though
now is to get out of the ring before she hurts my any more. The ropes are just
too tight I'm trapped. Returning to look down on me after once again circling
the ring the masked champion bends down and grabs the elastic waistband of my
wrestling tights. With one quick movement she pulls my tights down to the tops
of my patent leather-wrestling boots. I now hang from the ropes in just my
satin jockstrap. Tears of shame now fall from my eyes. The ring announcers
describe the action " I can't believe what we are seeing - The defeated former
champion is being humiliated by this masked woman wrestler. Not only has she
taken his title but she also has him in tears begging her not to hurt him
anymore. There seems to be little left of a Wrestling Champion in him hanging
there in his jockstrap like that". The new champion again raises her arm over
her head, as the female wrestling fans in the crowd now cheer louder for her
than they did for me. They seem to be very proud to have this powerful woman
wrestler as their champion.

Fear again surges through my body like an electric shock as the new champion
pulls me off the ropes. I can hear the voices some of my former female fans
shouting to the new champ " CRUSH HIM - MAKE HIM CRY AGAIN - HURT HIM SOME
MORE". Dragging me to center ring my masked opponent gets me in a finger-lock.
Squeezing and bending my fingers and hands she drives me to my knees. Looking
up at her I can only beg for her to release me. " Please - let me go - your to
strong, you've beaten me - no more - please". The last of my cries are muffled
as she traps my head between her stocking covered thighs. I pound on her legs
trying to get free as she grabs me around the middle and lifts me up and on to
her shoulder. For the second time tonight I am helplessly trapped in a
torturous submission hold. This time there is no one to submit to, the referee
is not in the ring. Slowly carrying me from side to side corner to corner she
displays my defeat like a trophy. All I can do is beg her to let me go. " No
more please - no more - I beg you let me go - please - I give up - I give up -
your braking my back - please stop - I've had enough - OH please let me go".
Finally after several minuets The Brazilian drops me to the mat and leaves the
ring. I lie there semi-conscious unable to stand or to even pull my tights up.
I have not only been beaten but humiliated as well. Soon several of the other
wrestlers on tonight's card come down to the ring and help me to my feet. They
bring me to the corner where I sit down on the middle turnbuckle, unable to
stand or walk without help. After three or four minutes I am able to stand and
pull my tights back up. With help I am able to get out of the ring, with a
wrestler under each arm I am carried back to my dressing room. For the next
forty minuets I lie on the training table unable to remove my wrestling gear.
At last my manager returns to the dressing room. Rubbing the back of her head
she looks down at me " what happened out there" she asks, " I've never seen
anybody beaten that quickly or that badly, one minute you were the world
champion and the next you were on the mat completely defeated screaming your
submission. How did she beat you so fast?".