Not exactly...

In case you don't know, after each fall, there's a rest break given to the wrestlers. Not particularly long, just two minutes. Enough time to clean yourself off, adjust an outfit that's half stripped from your body, maybe shake off a hard hit or something. So during this time, I just hung back, looking over the crowd, giving a smile at a woman that yelled 'You've still got it Ruby!' But then a loud chorus of mostly feminine cheers got my attention. Junior had stirred them up....by removing his shorts. An eyebrow raised in what I took as a challenge, his blue eyes made contact with mine. I narrowed my own brown ones as I wondered what he was thinking. After losing a fall to an orgasm, I figured he would want his clothes on for as long as possible, as armor sort of speak, against me and my 'tactics'. But, now...he stood there as naked as the day he was born. Well, whatever was going on, if I didn't respond, I felt like that I was ducking his challenge. So, reaching up and behind me, I unhooked my the clasp on my bra, letting it fall off my breasts before tossing it out of the ring. My panties followed suit as I finished stripping myself nude, much to the crowd's pleasure judging by the cheering. That actually gave me a good bit of validation, considering how worried I was earlier about if I still looked good enough for the league.

The bell rang, starting the second fall. Both of us, now naked came out of the corners. I generally keep a slower pace these days, so I'm at a cautious gait, while he resumes his fast paced bouncing as we circle.

"How you doing over there, Junior?" I called in an all too friendly voice, as if we were meeting at the workplace watercooler and I didn't just **** him to cum in front of a crowd.

"Shut up with that Junior shit..." he growled.

Wow, he really doesn't like to be called that.....

This time however, we don't go for a lock up. I'm the first one to make a move this time, suddenly lunging forward and grappling him around his waist. He gets his arms up to avoid getting them pinned at his sides, but that's ok. It leaves his ribs exposed to my constricting arms as I bear down on them in a bearhug. But the Gladiator doesn't let that go on for long. After a few attempts to simply shove me away don't dislodge my grip- come on, seriously, I've got enough weight that you can't just push me like I'm some little kid on the playground- he gets serious and claps his hands against my ears, hard!

The strike makes me let go and stumble back, shaking my head back and forth to clear it. I hear running footsteps on the mat and out of the corner of my eye saw Junior running at me. Yeah, that can't be good. I duck and his arm passes over me in a narrowly missed lariat that brushed my hair! After spinning around, I saw him rebounding off the ropes, running right at me. This time I step forward into him reaching an arm around his shoulders and the other between his legs and lifting him up. His momentum carries into me, taking me into a quick turn as I bring him crashing down onto the mat with a fast paced powerslam! The crowd cheers at what they think is pure strength, but really is just physics...and a little bit of strength and mass, sure. Still though, I feel it, the tide swinging my way, and let out a wild aggressive yell as I get back to my feet.

Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of blonde boy's hair and pull him up to his feet, facing me. I slide his head under my arm, then start to hook his arm up with my other one. I was setting him up for a double arm DDT, you see, but that never happened.

"Guahhhh!" my voice cried out

I let out a scream as pain suddenly lanced through my pussy! Looking down, I saw the Gladiator looking back up at me, his hand buried between my legs in a crotch claw! Now lets be clear....low blows, illegal. But crotch claws, ball grabbing and tit mauling.....all ok. Sometimes the league's rules confuse me. But now Junior's ploy became clear, he had conned me into removing my armor!

My hands tried to pull at his wrist as Junior got to his feet, but he wasn't going to be denied his prize, judging by the smile on his face.

"Call me junior again...." he said wrathfully. "I would think the pussy of the Ruby Ryder, the woman who rode countless men into submission would be tougher. But it's old....weak....a lot like the woman herself."

Ignoring this, I desperately tried to free myself from the fingers digging against the folds of my pussy. But he took his free hand and slapped it against my right breast, and I screamed even louder as his nails sunk into the soft flesh of my tit!

"Say the words, Ruby! Say it!" he yelled as I howled in agony. I tried to lunge backwards, trying to escape this double claw, but all I did was increase the pain, stretching things that weren't supposed to stretch! With the ropes nowhere near me, I despaired, there was no way to escape the **** Junior was putting me through!

"Alright! Alright, I give, holy shit, I give up!" I screamed out, slapping my hand frantically against his shoulder.

Letting me go, he smirked as I fell to the mat, one hand holding my savaged sex, the other grasping and rubbing at the tit he had ruthlessly mauled. Holding his fist up for the crowd, he then slapped it against his chest in some sort of salute as he went back to his corner.

"Are you not entertained!?" he called to the fans, ripping off a famous line from a movie that must have come out when he was a kid. Leaning in his corner, Junior blew a kiss to a girl in the front row, a fan of his judging by the toga and weird crown thing she was wearing who smiled and clapped excitedly. Did the fans start dressing up too these days?

I, on the other hand, shakily got to my feet and slowly made my way back, my eyes downcast as I heard the commentators talking...

"See, I told you, Aurelius is going to come back. I don't think Ruby is ready for just how dirty the fighting can be here."

"I'm with you. You can get in shape, spar, but all of the training in the world doesn't help when someone decides to put your privies through the wringer..."

"I'll take a mallet to your 'privies'..." I grumbled under my breath as I leaned against the corner, gingerly trying to soothe my pussy as I readied myself for the next fall. Still, he was right. Back when I was doing this regularly, I could take a crotch claw and still at least try to make an effective defense. Now? The pain just sucked away my strength, caused me to panic. I submitted to that far quicker than I should have. And, it started to make me wonder, was I really still cut out for this....?