Who wins?
Who cares?
You rolled out of the ring before the winner was announced. Whoever it was, the audience loved it as you heard them screaming and clapping for the winner. You went back stage and despite still feeling groggy, you kick a nearby trunk.
Again, you got violated in the ring, again you were raped and now in all your holes. How did that happen? You were the referee? How did you get raped like a cheap slut? How do you keep losing? You had one successful match and after that you keep losing. You feel like there’s no respect for you. From the Heels or the Faces. Well, it’s time to change that. It’s time to make them see who you really are and it’s not a submissive whore as they think you are.”
You hear someone moaning and crying, “Please stop.”
Words you heard yourself muttering not that long go in the ring. You can’t tell who it was or if it was a man or a woman because it seems some distance away but it didn’t matter. You were a tweener and you are going to help that person and show their bullies that you are not a bitch to mess around with.
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