A Wrestling Match

*MUSIC STARTS PLAYING*

“YEEEEEEEEEAH!!!” The entire arena cheers as the sting of the champion’s music begins to play.

After the opening sting of the song, and once the drumroll blasts through the speakers, the crowd immediately quiets down as if anticipating something; before they all sing along to the “WOAH~, OH~, OH~” in-sync with the music, making you realize that that’s what they’ve been waiting for. As the guitar continues to shred, the champion that made an appearance just earlier makes his way down the short ramp, and everyone is continuing to cheer him on.

Everyone around you is already on their feet with their hands raised, including Brooke, to shout in excitement and sing along to the champion’s entrance music. Unfortunately for you, if you stand up, people around you might notice the other thing standing up too. So as awkward and out of place as it may be, you keep sitting down with your upper body leaning on your thighs to cover your crotch, since your chinos are doing nothing to restrict the blood flow down there. Thankfully, the crowd don’t care too much about you, and are focused on singing and cheering.

It’s been a few minutes since your erection has appeared, and you’re definitely deep into your panic that your dick hasn’t gone down yet. A quick women’s match that lasted about twenty minutes from their entrances to the finish of the match already came and went, and your erection is still going strong without anything to stimulate it. You’re not a teenager anymore, so you know that this is an unusually long period to stay erect without any stimulation; and even if you were a teenager, you don’t remember lasting this long either.

‘Please don’t be a side effect of 'Steadfast Lover.’ You fearfully think in panic.

Brooke puts an arm on your shoulder while giving you a look of concern, while everyone around you continues to sing along to the champion’s theme. Brooke bends forward to speak with you, but your eyes immediately dart towards her chest, as this angle gives you the perfect view of her cleavage.

‘THAT’S NOT HELPING!’ You shout to yourself, forcing you to avert your eyes and look Brooke in the eyes.

Wait a minute… she has a teasing look on her face!

SHE’S ENJOYING THIS!

“You alright? Is it still hard?” Brooke asks you near your ear, as you probably wouldn’t have heard her otherwise. You nod like a schoolboy who went to the Nurse's office for a tummy ache, as you’re still bent forward and arms crossed over your thighs.

“Come on.” Brooke says, gesturing with her head for you to get up. “Let’s go.” Brooke adds, before offering you her hand. You give her a look of confusion, and refuse to take her hand, since you clearly cannot stand up right now. Brooke just gives you an amused smile before gently taking your hand, rubbing the back of it with her thumb like she did earlier. You give her an appreciative smile, and Brooke takes that as a sign to catch you off guard, by pulling you by the hand to get you to stand up.

Instead of resisting, you let her pull you up to not attract attention towards you and her. Knowing the tent in your pants is going to be noticeable to the people around you, you pull Brooke towards you for a hug once you’ve stood up to immediately hide it from view. You press your erection against her pelvis, while you pull her in with your free arm, wrapping it around her lower back.

“That’s one way to hide an erection.” Brooke says into your ear. She didn’t say it in a whispery voice, so you feared some of the people around you might have heard; but when you look around, nobody even so much as side eyes the two of you. Everyone’s glued their eyes to the ring.

“LADIES-AND-GENTLEMEN-THIS-CONTEST-SET-FOR-ONE-FALL… ~IS FOR THE N.P.W.F. … WORLD! HEAVYWEIGHT!! ~TITLE~!!!” The ring announcer shouts to hype up the crowd even further.

“Should we go?” Brooke then asks you, staring into your eyes as you still have your dick pressed up against her.

“What about the main event match?” You ask her.

“I know how it’ll end. It’s fine.” Brooke assures you.

“INTRODUCING FIRST… THE CHALLENGER! WEIGHING—” The ring announcer starts to say, before getting the mic stolen from him by the Goldberg wannabe.

“Everybody here already knows who I am, brother!” The Goldberg wannabe shouts.

‘I don’t.’ You mentally heckle him.

“UNORIGINAL!”, “COPYCAT!”, “LAZY UNCREATIVE BUM!”, “YOU FUCKING SUCK A BAG OF DICKS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”, you hear the crowd heckle from various parts of the arena. You chuckle at the thought of you thinking your statement of fact was even a heckle to this guy.

“STEAL FROM BETTER WRESTLERS!” Brooke, unable to control herself it seems, turns around to heckle the guy too. Not wanting to separate from her, you press your erect dick on her lower back this time, before wrapping your arms just underneath her breasts to hug her.

“We don’t have to go.” You say into her ear. “I don’t want to cut you off from enjoying yourself.” You add on. Brooke places a hand on your cheek as she continues to face the ring.

“Oh? Is that why we don’t have to go? I thought it would be because you can press your dick over my ass to hide your erection.” Brooke jokes, although she whispers it this time as the crowd has now gone back to being much quieter.

“I mean, it’s a pretty compelling reason.” You reply teasingly. “Just not the most compelling.” You add, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Maybe you’re just imagining it, but you feel Brooke relax around your arms after the kiss, making her rest her back on your chest while holding onto your arms, as the two of you start to watch the staredown of the two wrestlers.

Thankfully, the crowd remains standing after the match officially begins. The champion and the challenger both started brawling before the bell was even officially rung, as the champion had heard enough of Goldberg wannabe’s antics. In comparison to the previous matches, the crowd is really into this match. They react to every move and every primal scream of the champion with raucous cheering. On the flipside, they boo and jeer anything the Goldberg wannabe is doing.

“Okay, what’s the story behind these two and why is everybody so invested?” You ask Brooke, as the people around your area begin to lean on the metal barricade as they cheer and jeer the action.

“The big guy’s called ‘Iron’ Aion Jones. He and the champ, Jeriah Chronos were actually former tag-team partners called the—” Brooke begins to explain, before you interrupt her.

“Let me guess.” You say to make her pause. “The Warriors of Time?” You ask her jokingly.

“At least I know you can still pay attention even when your blood flow is going towards a different head.” Brooke teases you. You hug her tighter as your response to the tease, making her feel your erection press harder onto her lower back, and making her moan a little in the process.

“Um~, yeah. Anyway… you’re right. They were called the Warriors of Time a few years ago before Jeriah turned on him to go solo.” Brooke adds.

“Wait, the champion’s the guy that betrayed him!?” You ask in shock, since the reception of the crowd sounds like the complete opposite. “I thought the champ was the good guy since you guys seem to love him?”

“Oh, that’s because the guy who betrayed Aion wasn’t technically Jeriah. It was Jeriah from the future, but obviously Aion didn’t believe that so they broke up their team. People booed Jeriah for turning on Aion, but he still maintained his innocence, but he got more and more resentful of the crowd so he was kind of a tweener at the time.” Brooke recounts.

“A tweener?” You ask, unfamiliar with the term.

“A babyface or a heel depending on the booking. Face means good guy in wrestling lingo. Heel means the bad guy. Then there are tweeners, like I said.” Brooke explains.

“So, yeah, it turns out Jeriah was telling the truth and that his evil future self was the one who betrayed Aion to **** his past self, or the current Jeriah at that time, to go solo and make a run for the championship. So yeah, Jeriah became champion while Aion basically stayed in the midcard. Aion got so angry about it since Jeriah’s evil future character was right about Jeriah carrying their team when they were together. So, get this, Aion traveled to the future to train with his future self and he returned with that Goldberg wannabe character and people hated him so much for it. On the upside for him, he started beating contenders up the ranks, until he and Jeriah were on a collision course for the belt. So…” Brooke continues to recount. You continue listening to her, while you watch the action going on in the ring.

Brooke has no problem recounting the story of Aion and Jeriah like she’s the personal historian of their rivalry. Even while explaining their history to you, she’s also just as focused on watching the match, since she still has reactions of “Oh~” or a “Beautiful sequence!” interspersed with her retelling of their history.

Meanwhile, you can’t even focus on either, since Brooke’s beginning to grind her butt on your erection ever so slightly. This goes on for a few minutes, teasing rubs that will definitely not get you off, but are definitely enough to keep you hard even without magic. After Brooke finishes recounting their history, she finally shifts the position of your cock, and sandwiches it in between her thighs.

You try not to think about the tight squeeze around your cock, and try to recount what Brooke just told you. From what you gather from Brooke’s story, these two guys were old friends and teammates, until Jeriah betrayed Aion. They had a couple of matches for the championship belt that each of them took turns in winning. During their rubber match not so long ago, Jeriah won it cleanly; which, as Brooke explains, means that he won it without any shenanigans or interferences or dirty tactics.

Apparently, after that match, Jeriah asked Aion for a handshake which Aion accepted and made it appear like they were friends again. Until, it was Aion who stabbed him in the back that time and changed his gimmick to the ‘Gimmick Infringer’ as Brooke calls it.

Aion didn’t just copy Goldberg anymore, he started copying things other more famous wrestlers do just to annoy the crowd— the ‘Who’s Next?’ catchphrase of Goldberg stayed; he added calling everybody ‘brother’ like Hulk Hogan; and, as Brooke points out to you while he’s currently doing it in the ring, the top-rope shaking of Ultimate Warrior when he’s pumping himself up. Brooke explains that Aion does that since he knows fans of this particular wrestling promotion despise the lack of ‘real’ technical wrestling talent those particular guys possess.

Once you were all caught up, you got into the cheering and the heckling that the crowd was very much into. However, the match is going far longer than any of the previous matches, and it’s almost been half an hour if you’re guessing. Thankfully, everybody ringside along with you has remained standing for the entirety of it. More importantly, you and Brooke have been hugging since even before the match started.

Brooke’s completely melted into your arms now, and you can hear her moan much more frequently, but she masks it with cheers or jeers depending on who has the upper hand in the match. You can barely follow the match yourself, since Brooke’s thigh squeeze on your cock isn’t exactly something you can completely ignore.

Even though you can’t follow the match in the ring, you at least know who’s winning in the private ‘wrestling’ match you’re having with Brooke. As amazing as the feeling on your dick is, you’re nowhere close to cumming. Brooke on the other hand, is a different story.

Brooke grips onto your forearms tighter, digging her fingernails into your skin, signaling to you that her legs are beginning to weaken from the overwhelming sensations she’s feeling from being in contact with you for so long.

“ONE! TWO! ~AWWWW~!” The crowd collectively shouts along, as the referee counts Jeriah’s pin over Aion, before Aion kicks out of it just in the nick of time.

Meanwhile, Brooke makes a small attempt to separate from you, probably trying to prevent herself from reaching orgasm in public; but you keep her close with your hug to remind her that she needs to help you hide your erection.

The cursed side effect of ‘Steadfast Lover’ that’s keeping you erect in public for close to an hour now, is also the same blessed side effect that’s getting Brooke to squirm her thighs ever so slightly on your cock every few seconds. Being intimately close like this has definitely amplified the effects of ‘Magic Touch’ that you could probably make Brooke cum without even really touching her erogenous areas.

The crowd lets out a collective gasp just a few minutes later, making you break your focus off of Brooke for a moment to see if any of them are staring at what you and Brooke are doing. Thankfully, they’re all still watching the ring. You hear the referee’s count just like earlier, but the crowd isn’t shouting along this time.

Brooke times her own gasps of pleasure with the crowd’s reaction each time the referee hits the mat with his hand to count the pin. You can feel Brooke’s legs beginning to shake, and the only thing stopping her from falling forward is your tight hug just below her breasts.

“OH MY GOD!” Brooke finally breaks, and shouts in a release of the orgasm you’ve been building up with your ‘Magic Touch’ since the two of you got into this position earlier. Thankfully, she held it in until she could release it to perfectly coincide with the crowd’s reaction to the match ending.

“NO FUCKING WAY!!” Someone from the crowd shouts.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Another audience member shouts from the other side of the arena.

“The-winner-of-this-contest… AND YOUR ~NEW!~... NPWF CHAMPION!” You hear the announcer shout.

“AION!” The announcer proclaims, before the crowd goes ballistic with boos.

“We need to go.” Brooke tells you breathily. She turns her head towards you to look you in the eye, and the hunger in them is palpable.

“NOW.”