“Welcome to SCW! Sexy Co-Ed Wrestling!” The announcer’s voice boomed out over the loudspeaker as the audience crowded into bleachers in the slightly dingy gym cheered and hollered. Normally an actual boxing gym in a slightly run-down neighborhood of town, tonight Tony’s had been converted into a model of a small professional wrestling arena.
Of course, it was a bit more… adult in content than your usual local wrestling outfit. Printed posters of the wrestlers all showed a similar picture: particularly hot girls in skimpy, hyper-sexualized costumes. See, this wasn’t just a wrestling event. It was an erotic wrestling event, and everyone here knew it, from the fans to the crew to the wrestlers themselves.
Well, everyone except for Clara. She just knew there’d been a note left from her still-unnamed blackmailer, telling Clara that she had been signed up for a match for tonight under the stage-name ‘Clarita’. The volleyball player had arrived during setup to find a costume on reserve for her. It was similar to her Central University volleyball uniform, except much sexier. The athletic shorts were basically just a thong, and the top was about teeny-tiny enough that it exposed both a questionable amount of cleavage and a worrying amount of underboob.
“For the first match, we have a newcomer against an old pro. First, already in the ring, Clarita!” Clara took a deep breath as the announcer introduced her. The roars of the crowd were rougher, more suggestive, than Clara was expecting. She knew professional wrestling had some titillation to it when it came to women’s matches, but these comments… god, it almost sounded like they expected her to get fucked…
“And her opponent, with a record of 13 wins, 2 losses… Psycho Mary!” There’s a loud blast of cheering, as the makeshift curtain is tossed open and Clara gets the first look at her opponent.
‘Psycho Mary’ looked surprisingly normal. Tanned olive skin, long brunette hair that hung down straight to her waist. A red-and-green lucha mask covered parts of her face, but the eyes and mouth were both exposed.
Clara’s mouth dropped, because ‘Psycho Mary’ was obviously her friend and suitemate Lola. Like, even with the mask, it was clearly Lola. The hair and eyes were a dead giveaway.
Lola… ‘Psycho Mary’… climbed between the ropes into the ring. In contrast to Clara’s sexy-fied volleyball uniform, the other girl was wearing a skimpy red bikini. It wasn’t much of a costume, but maybe the mask was supposed to be enough?
Clara didn’t get much time to ponder it, as the bell suddenly rang and her suitemate straight up leaped at her. The crowd cheered as Psycho Mary and Clarita fell to the ground, limbs entangled and bodies pressed together. Clara felt hot breath on her ear, and then a worried whisper.
“Clara, listen, I don’t know what you’re doing here or if you know what this is about, but I use the appearance fee to pay my room and board. Sorry, but I have to make this look good or they won’t book me anymore.”
Clara suddenly felt fingers entwine painfully in her hair. Lola yanked her roughly back to her feet before sending her tumbling into the turnbuckle. The short Asian girl bounced off it only to find herself trapped again in Lola’s grip as the taller girl locked in a chokehold from behind.
Caught between trying to figure out what was going on and trying to breathe through Lola’s impressively tight grip, Clara felt her eyes go even wider in shock as a hand suddenly slipped inside her thong-sized shorts and began to tease her pussy.
Oh. The realization hit Clara like a ton of bricks, her face going crimson red in the span of a second. It was that type of wrestling… Clara had seen a few videos of erotic wrestling online, and while it was definitely hot in concept, she hadn’t realized what she was signing up for.
Too late now…
“Again, real sorry about this, Clara.” Lola whispered again, before her hand changed tack and instead grabbed the spandex shorts and yanked them upwards into a vicious wedgie.
Clara screamed in pained discomfort, forcing the air out of her lungs just before Lola re-cinched her chokehold. The volleyball beauty suddenly found herself light-headed and breathless, her eyes watering intensely. Then suddenly she’s falling forward.
Clara finds herself stuck between the top and middle turnbuckle, lodged there by Lola’s forceful push. Before she can extricate herself, Clara feels her spandex bottoms yanked down to tangle around her ankles. Her ass and pussy are suddenly entirely exposed, as the ridiculous tightness had left underwear infeasible.
A hand grips the back of Clara’s top, pushing down to pin her in place. Before Clara can try to escape, her ass suddenly explodes in pain as Lola spanks her hard. The crowd cheers, roaring for more as ‘Psycho Mary’ begins her signature move: the Psycho Spank!
Clara whimpers in pain as her butt is turned into an agonizing red mess of handprints. Lola clearly knows exactly what she’s doing, timing the pace of the spanking and the force of each smack to maximize the impact on her helpless opponent. It doesn’t take long for Lola to know that this match’s outcome is decided: Clara’s so worked up from the spanking that she’s putty in the taller girl’s hands.
And the crowd knows it too. Loud cheers go out, followed by rather lewd ideas for what Psycho Mary should do with her opponent next…
Clara’s eyes widen in shock as the suggestions start to reach her ears, as she starts to realize that the spanking isn’t what Lola was apologizing for…