The Betrayal : A Mixed Wrestling Story

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Note: Hi! This is my first work in a few years. I am sorry for that and for some mistake with the words that I can have done in the story. English isn't my first language. So, maybe I wrote something wrong. But trust me, I worked hard to make this bad story hehe... And Pamella even more. I hope you enjoy! Fave and comment this picture if you liked the story. And feel free to give me some suggestions for other storys.

Malia begins to stand up and adjust her wrestle outfit tidily. She walks over to Kyle and places her boot on his chest. Jess raises Malia's arm as she stands over Kyle, posing in front of students signifying her Victory. "Your winner, Malia" shouts Jess. The sign on my dressing room door reads " WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION. I could not believe it, I'm the champion. I can't tell you how great it feels. As I was walking up to the arena, about 12 or 15 youngsters came up to me and asked for my autograph. I just can't believe it. "I'm the World Wrestling Champion!!!" All I can think off is how much fun it is to be the WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION. Boy was the promoter mad at me!!! He screamed, "How the hell could you beat her? She was the World Champion. She should have destroyed you!!!" The thing is there is nothing he could do about it. I won the title and it was mine. That is how we got to tonight. I am making my very title defianceThis is my 68 match. So far 22 and 46, not a really great record. I'm fast becoming an opponent. Who am I kidding, I'm already an opponent. I'm who they call when they want to try out a new wrestler. To night is no different. Malia then proceeded to untie her robe very carefully, folding it and passing it over the ropes to her students. Malia was in her mid to late 40s, noticeably more mature and refined than her young wrestling students. They were the next generation. Young, beautiful and eager to learn from a veteran in the business. She had earned her time in the ring, all those bumps and bruises. Her eyes, full of animal like rage, her hair was long and wild. Somehow, despite her rough and tumble exterior, she also had an allure of distinct femininity, beauty and grace.

Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community I give up, make her stop ref!!! I've had enough, I give up!!!! Oh dam, she's hurting me!!!! I submit!!! I submit!!!"The Champion struggles trying to get to his feet, but never quite makes it. Ariel grabs his boots and pulls them out from under him. She then pulls him to the center of the ring. Grabbing his wrists she pulls the Champion to a sitting position. Then using her boots she spreads his legs apart.