Don’t give in

“No,” you mutter through gritted teeth. Maria responds by pressing down further. You hear the pulling of your muscles as she tries to make the pain more excruciating. It’s working. Your hand is stretched out in agony. You couldn’t even lift it up to attack to free yourself. Your about to tap her thigh when…

The hand on your chin lifts and grabs you by the neck, squeezing. You feel the air constrict in your throat. The pain in your back, the **** hold, you’re about to pass out…when you hear the ref call out, “Illegal ****. You gotta break it.”

But Maria doesn’t let go. She is enjoying breaking you. She enjoys how you break.

“1…2…3…4…”, Sylvia calls out. At 4, the clasp around neck releases. You’re about to gasp for air when you’re scooped off of her knee and thrown to the mat. You curl up in a ball, coughing for air. Sylvia gets between you and Maria, making sure she doesn’t completely annihilate you.

“Can you continue,” you hear her ask through the ringing in your ears. Still coughing, you get to your hands and knees. She asks again, “Can you continue?”

You nod your head. As Sylvia steps away to let the match continue, you hear two loud steps approach you. You then feel the powerful leather boot of Maria kicking you square in the gut, lifting you off the mat and flipping you onto your back. You shuffle towards the ropes as she begins stomping away at you on the mat. You grab the rope, hoping for a ref break, but she continues to stomp you into the mat. Your back and ribs are already sore. You’re struggling to breathe as the stomping continues. Sylvia jumps in, yelling, “He’s on the ropes, give him some room.” The counting begins again and again, she backs away at 4. She knows just how to push you to the limit and what she can get away with.

Reeling from pain all over, you roll yourself out of the ring. Just hoping for some break so you can gather yourself. You can only hold yourself up against the ring as you try to catch your breath, your head hanging in exhausted humiliation.

As your head slowly lifts, you see Bayley on the other side of the ring, her eyes welling up with tears at the sight of your beating. Your eyes meet from opposite sides of the ring. You smile and nod at her, completely unaware of the ring shaking next to you. Bayley’s attention is drawn to your side as she begins to point to something next to you.

Before you can react, Maria’s immense forearm clubs you on the upper back. You feel back from the pain while dropping to one knee. Maria grabs your wrist and slingshots you into the steps to the side. You collide with a sickening metal smack as you drop to the ground. You can hear the crowd react to the brutality.

You’re yanked up to your feet again by Maria, who flings you over her shoulders and military presses you again. This time, she actually does a few shoulder presses of you, adding to your humiliation and reminding you that she is far stronger than you.

Walking to the side of the ring, she drops you face first on the edge of the canvas. You bounce back from the pain, rolling back into the ring. You can barely crawl to your knees as every inch of you is throbbing in pain.

Even your groin, but not from the pain. You’re finding yourself aroused by the humiliation and the pain.

You’re enjoying being Maria’s ragdoll.

That’s when you’re spun around to face Maria. Before you can react, her muscular arms wrap around you, her fist digging into the center of your back into a squeezing bear hug.

Your body fully tenses up from the pain. The ringing in your ears is replaced by high pitched nerve screaming. You’re in tremendous pain as Sylvia squeezes tighter and tighter.

As you moan through your gritted teeth, you look her in the eyes. You’re able to muster, “Is this helping?”

“You’re just a sucker for punishment, aren’t you,” Maria taunts.

Sylvia rushes to your side. You can hear her asking if you give up or not.

“What do you say,” you ask Maria, “You still need to let off more steam?”

With that, Maria does a quick squat press and stands completely straight up, lifting you in the air, still in the bear hug. You scream in pain, your cries of anguish echoing in the arena.

“What do you think,” Maria yells as you feel her squeeze getting tighter.

You’re almost at your limit, you can feel the last of your strength leaving you. This bear hug may have been short, but with the beating you’ve taken already, you’re almost spent.

Yet you also find your erection growing into Maria’s chest. You look at her, worried how she’d feel with her chest getting violated. She looks down at them, then looks back up at you. Smiling.

You slump over Maria’s shoulder as you feel your arm being lifted up. Sylvia is checking to see if you’ve passed out. Your limp arm drops to your side. “One”, you hear her call. Uh oh, you may lose by being unable to continue. Your arm is lifted again…and dropped. “Two”, she calls out. This is your last chance. You can submit, you can pass out, or you can rally again and try to fight back.

Your arm is lifted again…