Finish her with a Spear!

“Hah!”

Taking off with a running start, you pass the stoic referee with an audible whoosh and hurtle full throttle towards the reeling Kayla.

No breaks….no hesitation….just impact.

Building up a head full of steam, you aim shoulderfirst towards her **** midsection, quickly closing the distance between you and your opponent.

Savoring her scent in the air, you launch yourself forward in one momentous shoulder thrust…

…. and collide with the metal ringpost!

Where there were once cheers in the crowd, now hushed looks and worried whispers rippled across the many rows and sections in the arena.

Outside of the squared circle, everything suddenly came to a screeching halt, but inside, however…

Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck. Upon opening your eyes, you realize exactly two things: 1) you missed, and 2) that fucking hurt.

Your right shoulder practically cries out in pain as the ringpost greeted it quite harshly, and combined with the added momentum of running from corner to corner, you can only hope that it’s not dislocated.

The pain levels went up from 10 to 100 all across your upper torso, completely racking your body in paralyzing discomfort with your arms now hanging limply on the outside.

And just to add further insult to injury, out of your periphery you spot Kayla’s lithe figure slowly rising up from the canvas to your right.

Upon an instant replay up on the JumboTron, you see the ebony woman throwing herself out of harm’s way just as you came barreling into her vicinity, playing possum just long enough to lure you into the ringpost.

“Well, that didn’t exactly work out as the rookie intended, huh?” the announcer finally commented.

In the midst of mentally berating yourself for making such a HUGE mistake, another voice suddenly enters your ears.

“I can’t believe you fell for that one.”

Moving on instinct, you start to twirl around to defend yourself only to involuntarily gasp out as one of her hands slips underneath your briefs and finds your manhood.

“That’s enough of that. Momma’s back in charge now,” her voice whispered into your ear again, this time more firm and matter-of-fact.

I fucking hate y-oh fuck, that feels good.

Whatever spiteful thought was circulating in your mind immediately dissipated as her fingers began expertly gliding up and down your shaft.

“Let me show you how a pro does it, rookie,” she sneers at you, demonstrating her sexual prowess with every skillful pump, every erotic squeeze, all over your throbbing member.

Your entire body slackens up now as she presses her womanly flesh against your lower back, all the while her right hand effortlessly brings your cock up to full standing, all within a matter of seconds.

“I will admit though, you came close to getting me off. Closer than most, for sure. That makes you a very special kind of guy,” she teases you, continuing to jerk you off without a wasted movement.

“I don’t feel very special right now,” you think to yourself bitterly, barely able to hide your arousal as her hands continue doing miracle work all over your rapidly growing length.

“You know how special you are, John?” she asks you playfully, just reveling in her now reclaimed dominance over you.

“Screw….you,” you gasp out in between her increasingly fervent strokes, each one more devastating than the last.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet,” she chides you mockingly, using the other hand to yank down your wrestling trunks all the way to your knees.

Feeling the arena breeze caress your inner thighs, a surge of panic suddenly courses through you, forcing you to do something- anything to get out of this sexhold.

But, as if sensing your renewed struggling, Kayla now strokes you with both hands, her erotic rhythm now working in double time.

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” you groan to yourself as her ten fingers now expertly ply, pull, and pleasure your package like there’s no tomorrow.

“Any minute now, John,” she teases you in one ear, her combined hands working overtime to send the waves of arousal over the edge.

Biting your tongue, you try thinking of anything else than a hot lady jerking you off in the middle of a wrestling wink, but the sensations and feelings are simply too powerful to be ignored.

Fight, fight, fight, fi-

“OH FUCK!!”

With one last shameful cry, you surrender your cum all over her gliding hands, exploding with an ecstatic buckle of your hips that sent electric shivers of release all over your body.

The referee calls for the bell as you slump even further against the turnbuckle, your traitorous cock growing limp in defeat as it finishes ejaculating all over her expert digits.

“The rookie wasn’t quite able to get the job done, and Kayla certainly turned the tables on him to take the round. Let’s see if the rookie can regroup as we head into the final leg of the match,” the announcer exclaims.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she taunts you one last time, giving you a condescending pat on the head (naturally smearing your seed all over your hair) before sauntering off with her hips swaying in victory.

God damn it.

You’ve lost a point for domination.