Winning streaks come and they go

I am told that I will be taking on the local heroine. She is a big draw herself. No problem, I don’t mind sharing the glory. Reaching into my gear bag, I pull out my jockstrap and my tights. Removing my street cloths I step into my jockstrap and pull it up. I next wiggle into my shiny yellow tights. I slowly work them up my legs and pull them up tight. Finally I lace on my shiny yellow boots.

WE are both in the ring waiting for the bell. In those last few seconds I pull up my tights and am now ready to fight. BONG!! the bell starts the match. We both exit our corners and begin to circle. She is the first to attack. She is on me before I can stop her.

Grabbing my arm she gets me in a HAMMER LOCK. she moves from that to a head lock. She is now squeezing my head as hard as she can. This is not a submission hold but it does drain your strength. As she holds tightly to my head, I can feel the fight draining out of me. After what seems like a very long time. I drop to my knees, she still maintains the head lock on me.

She takes me all the way down to the mat. I am face down on the mat. She very quickly mounts my back. Reaching forward she slips her hands under and cups my chin. Slowly she pulls up and back on my chin. My head comes up as my neck is stretched. She holds me like this for several seconds. She then proceeds to work me over. She moves from hold to hold designed to cause me pain. Since she had me on my knees, I haven’t shown much in the way of offence in this match. She has been all over me, bending and twisting my arms and my legs. She has left me unable to fight her.

Her attack has been designed to sap my strength. Even though I have only been in the ring a short time, I already feel weakened. She pulls me to my feet and whips me into a corner. Slamming me against the turnbuckle she quickly follows that with a knee to my mid-section.

I grab the top rope to stay on my feet. In she comes and drives her knee into me just below the waist band of my tights. Still holding tightly to the top rope, I am able to remain standing. Here she comes at me, her fists begin to fly. She is raining punches on me. A very hard punch that lands low, buckles my knee and sends me to the mat.

Feeling she has pounded me enough, she pulls me to my feet and to the center of the ring. She then jams her arm between my legs. She grabs the waistbands of my tights and my jockstrap. She hooks my head. Then lifts me off the mat and high over her head. She then slams me down to the mat. It feels as though I have been in a car wreck. I am stunned and almost out cold.

Lying on my back she lifts my yellow boots and flips me over, she now has me in a BOSTON CRAB!! The pain is unbelievable. It takes only seconds for me to submit to her.

You win, you win!!!

You’ve beaten me!!!

I give up-I give up!!

Oh please let me go!!

I can’t take any more,

I submit!!!

She drops my legs to the mat. I lie face down with my hands rubbing my back. I am badly hurt and can’t get to my feet. After several seconds, I need to roll over as I am getting a DEFEAT BONER. My opponent comes over to me. Looking down at me she says, "SO Hart throb, how do you feel now? It didn’t take long for me to submit you. I though you were a better wrestlers than this." With the major wrestling magazines watching this match I have been completely humiliated.

As the defeated "Hart throb staggers into the dressing room I look at him and ask "what happened to you?" He staggers to the bench and sits down. "I got beat. She beat me got me in a BOSTON CRAB and I had to submit." What a surprises.

It’s now my turn to wrestle. I am ready to head to the ring. I’ve got on my jockstrap, my light blue tights and my shiny white boots. Hear I go, You may be asking yourself just who I am. Well I am William "Billy" Newland. I am 18 years old and am undefeated in the ring. I have had 23 matches and have won them all. I am 23 & 0. After this match I will be 24 & 0

Across the ring is my opponent. She is also 18 yrs old she has a record of 11 wins and 2 loses. We are both ready to wrestle. The bell sends both of us out of our corners. I exit my corner and run right into My female opponent. She hits me with a powerful fore arm on my chest. The blow sends me to the mat on my back. She quickly grabs my boots and lifts them off the mat.

She rolls me face down steps over my legs Oh dear god she has me in a BOSTON CRAB. @ minutes into the match she has me. I’m locked into a the Crab tightly. Oh dear god, she’s got me!! I’m face down and having my back bent. The pain is close to overwhelming. I don’t know how much more I can take. I am now ready to submit the match to her.

I give up!! I give up!!

Oh dear god she’s got me!!

I can’t escape she’s got me!!

I submit – I submit!!

She then drops me to the mat. Determined to humiliate me she drags me to the ropes and hooks my arms in them. Hanging from the top rope she pulls my tights down below my jockstrap. She then pulls down my jockstrap till my manhood is showing.

I am trapped in the ropes with my tights pulled down below my jockstrap. She then pulls my jockstrap down till my manhood is showing. With my manhood exposed as I hang from the ropes. I struggle to escape from the ropes. I am left there exposed and humiliated.

The ring people come to me and unhook me from the ropes. I pull up my jockstrap and my tights and head back to my dressing room.