Vendetta 
By G responses at GFlm@aol.com
She has always hated the champ. 


That's me David Steel the world wrestling champion in the ring wrestling. I'm
defending my title in a one fall match against Evan Darling. Don't let his
name fool you he is a very tuff wrestler and this is a hard fought match. For
anyone that does not know me I'm the one in the skintight shinny white tights
and the white boots. Evan he's in the wet-look dark green thong and the green
boots

We've been at this for almost 22minuets now and Evan has me down on the mat
and is stretching my arm. His legs are across my chest and he is pulling and
twisting my arm as hard as he can. As the ref checks my shoulders for the pin
out in the arena I can hear someone screaming at me:

"Come on Steel, give it up. You don't deserve to be the champion".

After several more minuets in this pain full arm stretch I manage to drape one
of my white boots on the bottom rope breaking the hold. As I get to my feet I
can again hear that voice:

"You were lucky Steel. You should have been pinned".

Evan and I continue to wrestle back and forth for the next 6minuets. At last I
manage to catch him coming off the top rope and moving out of the way I drive
my fist into his mid-section just at the elastic waist band of his thong. Evan
drops to the mat clutching his belly. As he gasps for air I pull him to his
feet whip him into the ropes and lock him up in an Abdominal- Stretch. It
takes Evan only seconds to surrender to me:

"Ref- Ref that's it I GIVE UP - I GIVE UP"

The bell rings the match is over and I have retained my title.

I step threw the ropes and hop down to the arena floor. Waiting there is Katie
Corkel the video interviewer:

"Congratulations on a great win champ.

It seamed to be a much tougher match

than you were anticipating.

DS: Thanks Katie, yes it was a very tuff match.

Evan Darling is a very good wrestler and

he deserved a title shot. I trained hard for

this match and I think that showed.

I was lucky to get the AB-Stretch on

Evan, and lucky he submitted.

KC: Congratulations again champ and thanks

For taking the time to talk to us.

DS: My pleasure Katie."

As I turn to go and head back to my dressing room I am suddenly shoved from
the behind and struck with something very hard. The pain in my head blurs my
vision and has me dazed. Before I can move a second shot has me woozy and I
drop to my knees. Although dazed I can hear a voice behind me. The newest
wrestler in the league Beverly Windsor has grabbed the microphone and is
shouting into it:

"You were lucky Steel. He should've beaten you.

You won't be that lucky when you wrestle me.

I'm going to take you title and humiliate you in the ring."

Katie gets the Mic back and tries to interview Beverly:

KC: What's this all about Beverly, you just attacked the champion

From behind.

BW: champion? You call you call this guy a champion?

He's no champion. He's a coward.

He refuses to wrestle me.

Looking down at me kneeling on the arena floor Beverly continues her rant:

BW: You are a coward, you are ducking me.

If you were a true champion you

would wrestle me for the title.

With that Beverly tosses the Mic and it hits me in the back. Katie quickly
grabs it and kneels down beside me.

KC: Are you OK Champ? What was that all about?

DS: Yea I'm fine Katie. I not sure what that was.

I guess Beverly feels she deserves a title shot.

KC: Apparently she does. Are you going to give her one?

DS: She's been in the league for about a month.

She has to earn her shot like everybody else."

KC: Even though she's been a champion in Britton?

DS: Yes Katie, she still has to earn her shot here.

Two weeks later in this same arena I'm again defending my title. Tonight I
will be taking on the number 8 ranked contender Susan Milberg. Also on the
card will be Beverly Windsor and she will be wrestling Alex Martinis the
current Mexican champion and the 3rd ranked world contender.

Heading up the hall to my dressing room I can hear shouting coming from the
promoters office. I immediately know its Beverly Windsor and she is shouting
at the promoter:

"He's a coward; I've been chasing him from arena to arena.

He won't wrestle me. He's afraid of me.

Well after tonight he won't have a choice. I'm going to

Crush that Mexican guy and then he'll have to wrestle me."

The door flies open and Beverly storms out of the office and slams right into
me.

DS: "Well hi Beverly, how you doing?

BW: Get out of my way; I've got a match to win."

The promoter comes to the door:

"Be carful champ, she really hates you".

I nod and continue to my dressing room.

Following the opening matches first up is Beverly and Alex. Beverly is first
out of her dressing room and I just stair at her as she walks by. Just seconds
behind her comes the young Mexican champion Alex Martinis. We high-five as he
walks by:

"Good luck Alex, Kick her ass for me."

With that I duck back into my dressing room to prepare for my match. Figuring
that I have a good 20 to 30 minuets to change into my wrestling gear I take my
time.

Up in the ring it is another story. Alex stands in his corner he's wearing a
light blue posing thong. Along with his light blue boots and his light blue
and white Lucha mask. Wrapped around his waist is the Mexican title belt.
Across the ring Beverly Windsor is in her dark blue spandex Speedo with the
British flag at the thigh, black nylon fishnets and blue boots.

Back in my dressing room I can hear the crowd and I can clearly hear the bell
to start the match. Suddenly there is quiet in the arena. I head down the hall
to see what's happening. Young Alex Martinis is caught in a standing Scorpion
neck lock. The 22yr old Mexican champion is screaming in pain. His body is
jerking and twisting trying to break the hold. But I can see it's no use,
Beverly has him locked in tight and there is no way for him to escape. With
the match less than a minuet old Beverly has Alex locked into a painful
submission hold. In just seconds Alex has had enough and surrenders the match:

"REF-REF that's it I GIVE UP.

PLEASE stop the match

I SUBMIT, I SUBMIT".

The ref signals the match is over and calls for the bell. However Beverly has
not let young Alex go.

Unable to escape the overwhelming pain Alex seams to lose control of his body.
His free arm drops to his side and his knees begin to buckle. As he slowly
sinks toward the mat he again cries out his surrender:

"LET ME GO - PLEASE - LET ME GO

I give up please you've beaten me

I give up - I give up - I give up."

Stretched out at Beverly's feet Alex Martinis has been knocked out by his
opponent Beverly Windsor.

The ring announcer enters and takes the mic:

"LADIES and GENTALMEN

In the time of just 38sec.

The winner of the match

Via submission and Knock Out

With the Scorpion Neck lock

From England Beverly Windsor."

As her name is announced Beverly goes to Alex's corner takes his Mexican Title
Belt. She holds it up for everyone to see and then drapes it across the
unconscious Mexican Champion's chest.

Beverly then quickly heads for the closed circuit TV commentators table.
Sitting down next to Katie Corkel, Beverly begins her rant:

"You saw it Katie, I destroyed another man.

He had no chance against me.

How many of these low level champions

do I have to beat?

When will Steel stop hiding from me.

Come on Steel get in the ring with me!!

All the wile Beverly is ranting Young Alex Martinis lays stretched out on the
mat unmoving, out cold from Beverly's nerve hold. It takes several of the
medical staff to get Alex to his feet. Carefully they get him between the
ropes and down to the floor. With his arms draped across the shoulders of two
of the staff and his blue boots dragging on the floor Alex is carried back to
his dressing room.

With the co-main event ending so quickly I am not yet ready to wrestle.
Ducking quickly back into my dressing room I strip off my street cloths and
grab my gear bag. I step into a white spandex jockstrap and pull it up. Then I
gather up white nylon tights, putting my feet into them I pull them up to the
top of my thighs. There I adjust my manhood in my jock then stretch my tights
over my jock and buttocks. I slip on my white paten leather boots and buckle
the world title belt around my waist.

Finally I slip into my custom made ring jacket, its white satin with sparkling
stones and flowing arms.

As I was preparing for the match across the hall my opponent was doing the
same. Susan Milberg

A full time wrestler and a part time Rabi will be my opponent for the main
event. 28yr old Susan Milberg is a very remarkable woman, she is a very
accomplished wrestler and a dangerous opponent.

She is also a dedicated Rabi ministering to the poor and homeless. She
contributes almost half her wrestling income to charity. That is why I am
giving her a title shot tonight.

In her dressing room Susan is getting ready to wrestle. She strips out of her
very modest street wear. First she slides her legs into very shinny dark tan
pantyhose. She steps into and pulls on a bright yellow spandex bodysuit. The
transformation is astonishing; Susan has the body of a Vegas showgirl large
breast, narrow hips and fantastic legs. Her yellow bodysuit has a deep V cut
in the front reveling a lot of cleavage. The legs are very high cut, almost to
the top of her pantyhose. She is positively one of the sexiest women in
wrestling. She pulls on shinny yellow boots and slips into a yellow silk
kimono.

With both of us in the ring the introductions are made and the ref's
instructions are given. Susan extends her hand and wishes me good luck and I
do the same for her. Back in my corner I slip out of my ring jacket, unbuckle
the world title belt and drape both over the turnbuckle. I take a few seconds
to loosen up, then quickly pull up my tights and adjust my jockstrap. Across
the ring Susan pulls and smoothes her pantyhose and adjusts her Bodysuit.

The bell sends us at each other. I duck behind and get her arm in a hammer
lock. Susan reacting fast grabs my head and snap-mares me over sending me
crashing to the mat. Before I can get to my feet she is on me and locks my leg
into a knee twist. Moving quickly she places her foot on my boot and ads a leg
split stretch to the knee twist she has on me. It takes me almost two minuets
to work my way to the ropes and break the hold.

I'm having a very bad time of it, for almost 15min now Susan has been working
me over. Moving rapidly from hold to hold I've been unable to get ahead of
her. Pulling me off the mat she whips me into the corner turnbuckle. She
follows me into the corner and hooks my leg over the middle rope before I can
fight her off. With my leg caught in the rope she repeatedly stomps my knee
with her boot.

I'm in serious trouble now. Susan pulls me out of the corner to the center of
the ring. Reaching between my legs she grabs the waistband of my tights and
jockstrap. Hooking my head she lifts me off the mat and slams me back down. I
try to get to my feet but Susan is on me to fast. Pulling my leg out from
under me, Susan sends me toppling back to the mat on my back. Swiftly she has
my boot in her hands; she bends my leg drops to the mat and locks a
Figure-Four leg lock on me.

I scream in pain as Susan applies the pressure on my knee. I flail wildly
about trying to find some way to escape. If I can't find some way to get out
of this hold quickly I will lose the match and my title. Soon the pain begins
to overwhelm me my hands cover my face as tears begin to form at the corners
of my eyes and I cry out from the pain:

"OH GOD, my knee - my knee. You're going to break my knee".

The ref stoops beside me:

"How a bout it champ, you had enough? She got you

You ready to give it up?

I shake my head and whisper:

"NO - NO not going to quit. Won't give up."

With the little bit of energy I have left I manage to wiggle and squirm to the
ropes breaking the hold. After Susan released me I struggled to get to my
feet. Susan moved to the other side of the ring and leaned against the ropes
watching me struggle. With the ref counting over me it took till 18 for me to
get to my feet. On very wobbly legs I moved off the ropes and toward Susan.
She came at me fast thinking that she could finish me off and take the title.
Reaching between my legs she again grabbed the waistbands of my tights and
jock. Just as she was about to lift and slam me I got hold of her head, then
blocked her lift. Hooking her leg I was able to take her to the mat roll her
up and get a "Small Package" on her. Stunned and taken off guard by my sudden
move Susan is slow to react. I quickly roll her shoulders onto the mat and the
ref begins to count:

"ONE - TWO - THREE."

That fast the match is over, I've pinned Susan and have retained my title.

As the bell sounds I immediately release Susan and she gets to her feet.
Looking down at me she angrily heads to her corner. I remain on the mat
clutching my knee unable to get to my feet. The announcer enters the ring:

"Ladies and Gentlemen in 19min and 28sec

The winner via a 3 count pin,

And still the world intergender wrestling champion

David Steel."

Still on the mat I am unable to stand. Susan comes close and bends over me:

"Are you alright David? Can you get up?"

I struggle but fall back to the mat:

"My leg Susan, you really hurt me I can't get up."

I a great show of sportsmanship Susan helps me to my feet and into my corner.
She takes the title belt and wraps it around my waist then raises my arm in
victory. At that moment I don't feet much like a winner.

Susan helps me out of the ring and back to my dressing room. She helps me on
to the rubdown table gives me a pat on the cheek and leaves. I lie there for a
few minuets till the pain in my knee subsides before stripping off my ring
gear. Sitting up I unlace my boots and pull them off, getting off the table
and standing I wiggle out of my tights. Just as I am about to slip off my
jockstrap I hear a voice behind me:

"Jockstrap ha. You won't need that jock when I'm done with you.

You'll be finished in wrestling. I'm going to destroy you".

Turning I see Beverly Windsor coming at me. She drives her forearm under my
chin and across my throat forcing me back against the training table. With her
free hand she reaches down grabs my jock and squeezes my manhood:

"OK Steel listen to me. It's time I had a title match.

You've been champion long enough. Let's sign a contract.

Unable to move and almost afraid to breath I agree to her demands:

"OK - OK you win. I'll give you a title shot.

Just please don't squeeze me. Let me go.

I'll sign a contract."

That fast Beverly lets me go and walks out of the dressing room. Exhausted
from my match and stunned by Beverly's attack I stagger to a chair and sit
trying to pull myself together.

Several days later I am sitting in the promoter's office, next to is Beverly
Windsor. Across the desk is the league promoter:

"Well Champ, Beverly says that you have finally given in

to her demand for a title shot. Is that right? And when

will it be?"

DS: "Well yes, I am giving her a shot at the title. I'm taking

the next three weeks off to get ready and train for the match.

So you can schedule for three weeks from Saturday.

Almost immediately the contract is put in front of me and I can see that
Beverly has already signed it. I know that I have no choice but to sign it.
Taking the pen I sign my name and get up to leave. Beverly grabs my arm:

"Enjoy the next three weeks Steel; they will be your last as champion."

For the next three weeks I train as hard as I can. Several of the leagues top
wrestlers help me with training and they encourage me to destroy Beverly
Windsor.

Finally match night is here. The arena is filled to capacity and there is a
very large closed circuit TV audience. The marquee just inside the large
privet arena tells the story of the evening's action.

WORDL INTERGENDER WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP

Beverly Windsor challenger from England

Vs

David Steel champion from the USA.

The arena is almost evenly divided between US and British fans. There is
however a huge British pay per view audience. I've also been told that in the
betting I am a 3 to 1 underdog.

Setting in my dressing room I am surprised by how many of the WIWF wrestlers
are here to see the match. At least 15 of the federation's top wrestlers both
male and female have stopped in to wish me luck. Many have expressed their
dislike of Beverly and their hope that I teach her a lesson in humility. The
promoter tells me that at least 35 of the fed's wrestlers are in the arena to
see me wrestle.

As the last of the visitor's heads for their seats I start to prepare for the
match. I quickly remove my casual cloths and spread out my wrestling gear.
Taking a few moments I study my reflection in the full size mirror. I'm
pleased by what I see; lean and well muscled with what everyone calls 6pack
Abs. Powerful arms and shoulders a tight butt and muscular legs. My manhood
hangs down proudly almost a full 8inches; it's what my female fans come to
see. The reason for taking this personal inventory is my opponent in tonight's
match. Beverly Windsor has beaten everybody she has wrestled. She has attacked
me from behind and embarrassed me in front of my fans and the Pay per view TV
audience. Tonight I will accrete my masculinity and bring Beverly's win streak
to an end.

Now fully psyched for the match I begin to get ready. I step into and pull up
my white spandex jockstrap. Next I gather up my white tights. They are a nylon
and Lycra combination and cling to me like a second skin. Sitting on a stool I
slip one of my feet into the tights and pull it up my calf. I then slid my
other foot in and pull it up. Standing I slowly wiggle the tights up my legs
and stretch them over my manhood and butt. I am incased from my waist to my
toes in the white stretchy fabric.

Sitting down I pull on white paten leather boots and lace them up. As I stand
I lift my legs and pull up on my knees to my chest then I carefully pull up my
tights and smooth them out. I adjust my spandex jockstrap and give the tights
a final pull. I then wrap the World title belt around my waist and snap it on.
Last I slip into my custom made ring jacket it is also white, made from satin
and covered in sparkles and rind stones. The jacket glitters under the lights
much like a disco ball.

On the other side of the arena Beverly Windsor is also preparing for the
match. First she pulls on black sheer pantyhose. Next comes a brand new
wrestling outfit, it's a shinny dark blue metallic spandex bodysuit that
covers her very tightly. She slips on dark blue wrestling boots and laces them
up. Then a dark blue silk ring robe finishes her look.

Standing at the top of the isle I can hear Beverly's entrance music as God
Save the Queen blares out of the speakers. Two ring boys carry the British
flag down the isle just ahead of Beverly. She climbs the stairs and steps
between the ropes. Now a very bright spot light falls on the opening in the
curtains. As I step threw the light sparkles off my ring jacket, the theme
from Rocky begins to play and the crowd wildly chants USA, USA, USA!!! I raise
my arms over my head and wave to the fans.

At the TV commentators desk the former 3 time world intergender wrestling
champion and my wife of 6years Patty Ann Steel and her partner making the
calls Derik Lane describes the action for the Pay per view audience:

DL: "This is sure a big night for the Steel family.

It's my pleasure to welcome to our play by play

Desk Patty Ann Steel. The 3 time world champion

Now retired and a soon mother to be."

PAS: Thanks so much Derik, it's a pleasure to be here.

And you're right it is a big night for the Steel's.

As most of the fans know my husband David

Will be putting his title on the line tonight.

DL: Patty Ann you've wrestled David several times

How do you think the Champ will fair in this match?

PAS: That's right Derik; I have wrestled him on quite a few

occasions. My husband is a very tuff wrestler. He's

very skilled and he has a lot of experience. I think this

will be a tuff match for him but I'm sure he'll retain the title.

DL: Do you know anything about your husband's opponent?

PAS: Not very much Derik. I know she's a good technical wrestler

And that she has a devastating finishing hold.

DL: Well I imagine the champion will be trying to avoid

Beverly's finishing hold at all costs.

The ring announcer enters and begins the introductions:

"Ladies and Gentlemen

This is the main event.

It is a one fall to a finish

Pin or submission match.

And it is for the

INTERGENDER WRESTLING CHAMPINSHIP

OF THE WORLD!!!!!

In the blue corner she is from London

ENGLAND and is the British intergender champion

PLEASE welcome BEVERLY WINDSOR.

AND in the white corner making his

Eleventh defense of the title.

He is the five time undisputed

WORLD INTERGENDER WRESTLING CHAMPION

DAVID STEEL!!!

Beverly receives polite applause as she is introduced and she waves to the
crowd. As my name is called a huge cheer goes up and the crowd again begins to
chant USA, USA, USA. I acknowledge the crowd by waiving to them all.

The ref calls both of us to the center ring and gives us her instructions.
Helen Wilson is a very experienced ref and has refed 4 of my title matches.
She will tolerate no nonsense from either of us:

"Beverly, David you are both experienced wrestlers.

This is a Championship match and I expect both of you

Act like it. Do either of you have any questions? NO!

OK back to your corners and wrestle at the bell."

Beverly returns to her corner slips off her blue robe. She stretches a few
times before pulling up her pantyhose and adjusting her spandex bodysuit.

Back in my corner I remove my jacket and drape it over the turnbuckle.
Reaching behind me I unsnap the world title belt and lay it on top of my
jacket. I quickly stretch a little, pull up my tights and adjust my jockstrap.
Looking out at the TV commentators I smile and give my wife a thumbs-up.

The bell rings and I move out of my corner. Beverly races across the ring and
grabs my arm. She pulls it up and twists it behind my head. The fingers of her
free hand stab into my neck and begin to squeeze.

At the TV table there is pandemonium as both announcers see what's happening:

Derik Lane: There's the bell to start the match. Beverly runs right at the

Champion.

Patty Ann Steel: OH MY GOD she's got him, she's got him. David is

Caught in the Scorpion Neck Lock.

DL: I hate to say this Patty but David is in real trouble.

PAS: OH NO he's going down He's sinking to the mat.

DL: Fans, Patty has just left to table to run to ringside

As her husband the champion struggles in this

Devastating hold.

Pain shoots thru my entire body, it's as though thousands of volts of
electricity are going thru me.

I am in serious trouble. Beverly has her paralyzing submission hold on me and
I can't escape her.

Derik: "This match is only 10seconds old and the world champion

David Steel is trapped in the challengers devastating

submission hold. The fans at ringside can hear the

Champion screaming in pain already."

The pain begins to overwhelm me I don't want to submit but if I don't Beverly
is going to knock me out.

Derik: "This is almost unbelievable, the world champion is being

Devastated by his British challenger.

His knees have begun to buckle and it looks as

Though he is sinking to the canvas."

My legs are giving out; my knees are buckling and I'm sagging to the mat. My
vision has begun to cloud over and blur. I am just seconds away from being
KO'ed. I can see someone standing at ringside shouting to me. It's Patty Ann
my wife:

"Come on David fight her. Don't let her do this to you".

As much as I want to I can't stop Beverly. She is going to finish me off:

"Can't win, she's got me I can't get free."

As I slowly sag to the mat I admit defeat and surrender to my opponent:

"PLEASE let me go. I submit to you Beverly

You've beaten me, take the title you're the champ now.

Although I know she herd me Beverly still won't free me from the hold. She has
dragged me to the middle of the ring and is holding me up by my neck. My legs
are spread out wide in front of me and my arms now dangle uselessly at my
sides. At ringside my wife the former world champion is screaming at Beverly:

"Let him go, let him go. He's given up.

Your choking him he's submitted

PLEASE let my husband go you've

beaten him".

The ref is unaware that I have submitted the match but has herd Patty Ann
screaming at Beverly.

Helen Wilson gets in front of me and lifts one of my arms to see if I'm still
conscious. I just manage to hold it up for several seconds unaware of what's
really happening in the ring. Helen signals for the match to continue. I'm
almost paralyzed with fear Beverly has me lock up and I can't escape from her.
I no longer care about my title I just want the pain to end. I just want her
to stop hurting me. I can't take any more punishment. Seconds from passing out
I again cry out my surrender:

"Please Beverly Please, no more please no more

I'm finished, I give up, I give up

Just as I'm about to slip into unconsciousness Beverly lets me go and I slump
to the mat. I'm on my knees bent over at the waist with my head resting on the
mat.

Thinking the match is over I'm relived to be out of her hold. Even though I've
lost the title I'm glad it's over. I'm just about to try to get to my feet
when Beverly lifts me off the mat. Still dazed and unsteady I can't stop her
as Beverly backs me against the ropes. Hooking my arms over the top rope she
ties me up as she pulls the middle rope over my arms.

"What are you doing? Let me go

What are you going to do to me?

Don't do this PLEASE, you've

Already beaten me. PLEASE

Don't hurt me anymore!!"

There is an evil look on Beverly's face. Just below were I'm tied in the ropes
my wife a former wrestling champion herself is screaming at Beverly:

"Stop it let him go. You've beaten him

You've got the title, don't hurt him any more

What are you going to do to him"?

It is soon clear what Beverly is going to do to me. She slowly walks across
the ring with the championship belt strapped around her waist.

"Looks good on me doesn't you loser?

I told you I could beat you.

You'll never get this title back."

With that Beverly grabs the waistband of my white nylon tights. Tied tightly
in the ropes I can't stop her as she slowly wiggles my tights down. Inch by
inch she pulls them over my butt and manhood. Slowly they go down my legs till
they are half way down my thighs just below my jockstrap. I struggle to get
free of the ropes but it's no use, I'm caught and held tight.

With me in the ropes Beverly backs off and looks down to were my wife and
former tag-team partner is standing. She points her finger at Patty Ann:

"I'm going to destroy your husband.

He'll never be a real man again".

Coming back to me she grabs my jockstrap with both hands. She stretches the
elastic waistband as far as she can. Reaching between my legs she then takes
both of the back straps and pulls them. Beverly is trying to rip my jock and
pull it off me. However the spandex fabric won't rip. Taking the pouch of my
jock she pulls it to one side and my manhood falls out. Beverly grabs me by my
manhood and begins to pull and twist it. The pain is unbelievable, my entire
body convulses as she twists me. I am being overwhelmed and I begin to lose
control of my emotions, I've never fell fear like this. Tears well up in my
eyes and I begin to sob openly, I gone from being a world champion wrestler to
begging for mercy from my opponent:

"PLEASE - PLEASE let me go!!

OMG let me go

You've beaten me PLEASE stop!!

HELP ME PLEASE SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!!

She's got me and I can't get free

OH MY god BEVERLY I SUBMIT TO YOU.

Several of the other wrestlers on the under-card have come to ringside to see
what is happening. None however has come to my aid. They all seam to be afraid
of Beverly. I can hear two of them:

#1: Wow she must have beat the crap out of him.

# 2 Hay look she's wearing his title belt.

#1 I don't think it's his anymore, she's defeated him

And taken the title.

#2 it looks like she pulled his jock off.

Man she's killing him.

No one helps me as Beverly tears and twists my manhood. My vision blurs as I
begin to lose consciousness. Blackness slides over me as I pass out.

The rest of the match is a blank to me and I only know what happened from
people telling me.

Coming to in the ring I look up and slowly my vision clears. Bending over me
is my wife and several of the other wrestlers on the card. I try to get up but
can't seam to make it.

The masked Diva: "Easy champ, you took a terrific beating.

Just lie hear a wile then we'll get you up.

No hurry the arena's empty the show is over.

David: Over? What happened? Did I lose the title?

Patty Ann: Yes, honey the match is over. You were beaten.

Beverly defeated you she's the champion now.

David: how? Patty, how'd she beat me?

Did she pin me?

Patty Ann: NO, sweetie she didn't pin you.

She got the Scorpion neck lock

on you. She made you submit.

She wouldn't let you go, she knocked you out.

David: Knock out? She knocked me out?

I can't remember thing. How long did the

Match last? Did I give her a good fight?

Patty Ann: OH David, I'm so sorry. You only lasted

18 seconds. The Scorpion was the only hold

she put on you. She ran across the ring just after

the bell and locked on the Scorpion. You never made

it out of you corner.

David: 18 seconds, it only took her 18 seconds

to take my title. Even you never beat me

that quickly.

PLEASE, help me up. I want to get back to

my dressing room and get out of my gear.

The Masked Diva: "Come on Patty Ann, I'll help you get him up.

We'll get him out of the ring and back to his dressing room"

The Masked Diva who Patty Ann and I have both wrestled helps my wife get me to
my feet. I try taking a step and my legs begin to buckle it's clear I can't
walk with out help. Both women wrap my arms across their shoulders to hold me
up my boots drag across the mat as they get me to my corner. Leaning me
against the turnbuckle the women begin to talk:

The Masked Diva: Do you think we should straighten him out

before we get him out of the ring?

I hear her but I'm not sure what she means.

Patty Ann: Yes, I don't want anyone seeing him like this.

The Masked Diva: Patty Ann, the entire arena saw him like this.

I my mind I'm asking 'Like what? - Like what?" I look down at myself and am
horrified by what I see. My white tights are pulled down almost to my knees.
My jockstrap is twisted and is off to one side of my manhood and my manhood is
hanging lose. Hanging onto the ropes in my corner I'm afraid to let go. I am
still woozy and dazed from the Scorpion Death Lock Beverly had on me.

David: Patty Ann, please help me. I'm afraid to let go.

Please fix me up. My jock and my tights, fix them please!!

Patty Ann: OK, honey I'll fix you up. You just hold on to those ropes.

Patty Ann grabs the pouch of my jockstrap and pulls it back over my manhood.
Using both hands she grips my tights and pulls them up. Now both women help me
out of the ring and back toward my dressing room. They help me onto the padded
table and then The Masked Diva leaves my wife and me alone. Patty Ann comes to
the head of the table and begins to caress my head; slowly she brushes the
hair back and bends down to kiss me on the forehead. She then begins to rub my
cheeks and face.

Patty Ann: What are you going to do to get the Title back?

We have to find a way for you to beat Beverly.

That's our title and I want it back David!

I don't know what to tell my wife, I can't tell her that I don't want to
wrestle Beverly again.

I know that I can't tell Patty Ann that I'm afraid of Beverly. After how
easily she defeated me tonight I never want to be in the ring with her again.

David: "Yea, sweetie I'll get her next time. We'll figure something out."

Patty Ann: I know we will, we'll get her no matter what.

Now let's get you out of you wrestling gear

So we can go home.

Knowing that I'm still suffering the effects of the Scorpion Neck Lock Patty
Ann begins to undress me. She unties my shinny white wrestling boots and pulls
them off. Asking me to lift up just a little she gently pulls down my tights.
Finally she takes the waistband of my jockstrap and carefully works it down my
legs and off. She drapes a towel across my hips and manhood and then comes
close to me cheek to cheek. I don't know how to tell her that I never want to
wrestle Beverly Windsor again. How do you tell your wife that you are afraid
of another woman?