Doesn't look like it right now

I felt the pain in my groin starting to fade as the rest period came to an end. That's about when wrath started to kick in. If Junior wanted to play rough, I could get on board with it, fine by me. When the bell rang, I came charging out of the corner towards my opponent. I swung a heavy clothesline at him, but the nimble punk ducked it as he ran by me. Spinning around, I expected to see him running for the ropes. Instead, he had stopped practically on a dime and had jumped up. When I finished my turn, I was greeted with both of his feet catching me in the chest as he landed a dropkick that sent his fans cheering! Toppled onto my back, I looked up at the lights of the arena.

However, the Gladiator didn't leave me too much time to think about my situation. He knelt between my spread legs, draping them over his shoulders. I worried for a moment that he was going to go back to clawing at my pussy, but instead I saw his blonde head heading down towards my exposed sex. I had the awareness to realize he would have the full advantage in this position, being about to bring his tongue to bear without worrying about any sort of sexual counter from me. So I blocked him by suddenly snapping my thighs shut around his head! I crossed my legs behind his head while swinging them to the side, toppling Junior off of me, onto his back as I rolled onto my side. Junior let out a pained yell as my strong legs squeezed down on his skull, but my thighs muffled most of the noise as his heels kicked and drummed against the mat.

"Yeah, are you entertained now!?" I called loudly down to him. "Because I have to say, right now all this show is missing is a cold beer and some popcorn."

His hand came up, as if he were about to tap. It hovered, trembling, above the mat. But, then he must have thought better of it. He began to kick his feet against the mat, using the **** to turn us a bit in a clockwise direction. He was trying to get his foot nearer to the ropes! In response, I squeezed down on his head as hard as I could. I even put my hands down on the canvas and lifted myself up on my arms, trying to get more leverage to really bear down on him as the moments wore on. But Junior managed to hold out, and then using his height, managed to get a foot on the ropes. With a growl of disappointment, I turned him loose and watched as he rolled under the ropes and out of the ring, red faced and shaking his head from being trapped in the headscissor hold. I had to admit, I was impressed. I mean, in that position he had the full **** of my legs bearing down on him. My headscissors may not have been what I was known for in my early days, but my thick thighs were the downfall of quite a few opponents.

I got to my feet as the ref began to count Junior out as he stood outside the ring, near the apron. At six, I grew impatient and strode over to the edge of the ring. But, then the man suddenly reached under the ropes, and yanked my legs out from under me, making me drop to a seated position with a yelp of surprise. Before I could react, he followed that up with a right cross thrown through the ropes that caught me right in the temple! Stars exploded across my vision as I fell onto my back, holding my head. I was dimly aware of Junior sliding into the ring to break up the count, as well as grab my leg and drag me towards the corner. Looking up, I saw him slide back out of the ring, still holding on to my foot. Securing a hold on my other foot as they both dangled off the edge of the mat left the inverted V of my spread legs facing the post of the corner. Realizing what he meant to do, I waved my hands at him as fear for my recently sore nethers bloomed in my mind!

"Wait don't do it! Nonono-Auuuuuugh!" I began but it ended in a shriek of agony as the Gladiator gave a sharp yank on my legs, pulling my naked crotch hard into the ringpost! I sat up for a moment, clutching at my pussy as I painfully inched backwards a short distance from the corner. I heard the ref's voice as she admonished and warn the younger man about what he did. Yeah, thanks for that, you cunt. I flopped back down, curling into the fetal position on my side as my opponent got back in the ring to pursue me.

"....The hell is your problem with my pussy?" I gasped after he kicked me back into a face up position, my hands still holding my groin.

"Nothing personal, but you can't use that cowgirl sex position thing you like to do if you're too sore below the belt." he said grimly as he straddled my head, facing my feet. Then he would drop down into a facesit position, right on well, my face!

This, well it wasn't new, it's happened to me before, being face sat by a guy. But it was rare. Like I think Junior here was the third guy to shove his ass in face in the time I've been doing this. I tell you though, it doesn't get any less humiliating. Also, I'd like to point out, nobody has sat on my face in over a decade. So I made a rookie mistake. I brought my hands up to grab at his toned ass, trying to shove it off of me, instead of going for his balls or cock or some other spot. Before I could remind myself of that, Junior, who I'm convinced was waiting on me to take my hands away from my sex, took my hands in his and then pinned them under his knees! Knowing this was getting bad, I started to thrash my body from side to side, trying to dislodge him. I almost did, but then he slapped a hand back between my legs, delivering another devastating claw hold to my pussy! The pain fairly paralyzed me, letting him seal up his facesit! My yells and screams of pain were muffled by his ass, and the damned referee couldn't see me desperately trying to get a hand free to tap. It wasn't until things started going fuzzy from lack of air, and the noise of the crowd started sounding like it was coming from a long distance as I went limp that the ref had Junior release one of my arms. I was aware of it being raised once.....

The next thing I knew, the ref had shoved the Gladiator off of me. I coughed and gasped violently as something horrible smelling was waved under my nose. Wait, smelling salts? Oh my god, was I out? Did Junior fucking knock me out?! Apparently so, the ref was asking if I still wanted to go on. I weakly nodded yes, and the referee looked at me with a gaze of what I guessed was pity that made me want to gouge her in the eye.

"Taking a second fall, the Gladiator with a facesitting, crotch claw knockout!" the announcer yelled.

"Too stubborn for your own good, Ruby!" the Gladiator called from across the ring as I ambled back towards my corner. I guess he caught me and the ref's exchange. My pussy ached and hurt like nothing else as I leaned against the corner, taking deep breaths to try and get as much air back into my oxygen starved body in the short break. Christ, how long has it been since I was knocked out? I'm amazed I still remembered all the pointers about trying to shake off a smothering KO....

"Ruby started that round off so well, but the Gladiator just picked her apart...he is not going easy on her at all!" the first commentator stated.

"You're not wrong there. Ruby Ryder was on point at first here, turning a cunnilingus attempt by Aurelius into a harsh headscissors hold. But, he showed his endurance and intelligence here, knowing where he was in the ring and was able to gut it out long enough to **** a break. Then well, he went low sure, hanging Ruby out to dry on the ringpost. But, these things can happen. And then, the face sit, and the vaginal claw to keep her docile through it. This is why the Gladiator is my pick for Rookie of the Year! He knows when to hang back, when to fight, and even when to fight dirty. And I just don't think Ruby Ryder does anymore..."

Maybe that guy had a point. I mean, what did I expect coming back to this after eleven years?