Indeed

As I waited for the bell to ring and start the final fall, Junior seemed to recover somewhat. He shook his head, gave the girl in the front row a final look that she didn't return. I saw him grit his teeth, anger darkening his features. Ah, anger, shame's furious sibling. It's a poor substitute for confidence and determination, but it's better than nothing.

But not against me, Junior. I see you now. *I* should be the angry one here. I let my time away, and the fact he was willing to hurt my intimate areas blind me to what should have been obvious all along. He is a rookie. Talented, sure, but unrefined. But the worst part of all, the part that I should be pissed about, is that he neutered himself, and judging by the panicked 'wait' that he gave before I rode him, he expected me to cater to that, to 'take it easy' sort of speak.

Because his fucking girlfriend is watching. That's right. That costumed girl in the front row isn't just some fan, but some sort of significant other. The looks on both their faces after that last fall happened, yeah, they might as well put up a neon sign. And he expects me to not use the better part of my skillset on him? To hold back? Junior certainly didn't hold back....hehe, unintentional premature orgasm joke there. But still, he went all out in the previous falls trying to turn my pussy into paste. He's obviously not holding back anything. So no, I won't. There is a lesson they both need to learn, one I'm surprised nobody else has gotten around to teaching them.

I ready myself as the rest period nears it's end. The bell rings and both of us come towards the other. But Junior comes at me at a run, swinging with a wild punch. Moving into him, I catch the arm and turn, flinging him over me with an arm drag. He hits the mat, but bounces back up, running back at me, trying to use the same tactic with the same result, another arm drag.

"Care to try again, Junior?" I taunt him with a mocking grin as he springs back up.

"Stop calling me that!" he roars as he steps back up.

To his credit, he doesn't try it for a third time. Instead he fires a kick into my stomach that doubles me over. Following up his success, he grabs my head, trying to to tuck it between his legs. I don't know if he was thinking for going for a powerbomb, or a piledriver or any other moves that you can pull from position, and didn't care. They were all bad.

He doesn't secure my arms and that's a mistake I capitalize on by using them to grab his legs and pull them out from under him. That sends him down to the mat on his back, while letting me free my head all at once. Keeping a hold of his ankles, I turn myself around, which forces my opponent onto his stomach. Leaning back, I complete the transition into a boston crab. It's an old wrestling hold, one of the basics. It's effective though, putting a lot of pressure on Junior's lower back. It drew a scream from him as I leaned even farther back, so that only his chest and face were on the mat. It drew the ref's attention, and she asked if he wanted to give, which he shook his head no to.

However he was young, tough, and still determined to go on. He got his arms under him and pushed up, taking some pressure off of his back. Junior began to sort of crab walk to the ropes on his arms. It was kind of slow going, I don't think upper body strength was his thing. But still, he'd get there eventually.

But I had other plans.

Releasing his left leg as we got near the ropes, I used my now available hand to reach for his exposed crotch, grabbing a hold of his balls and squeezing, hard. Junior froze and screamed in pain and masculine agony. His thoughts of getting to the ropes forgotten, he began thrashing about, reaching in vain to cup his crotch which was out of reach, thanks to the hold I had him in.

"Ahhhh, oh you fucking-auuuuugh!" he screamed as I stood up, still holding onto his leg and scrotum and began pulling on both of them, heading back towards the center of the ring. **** to choose between trying to pull against me, or to go in the direction his balls were going, he wisely decided to crabwalk backwards with me to the center of the ring.

"Oh, were you about to say something?" I called back to him. "What were you going to say to the woman who literally has you by the balls?!

"Nonono, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he began only to cut himself off with another howl as I squeezed his jewels again.

Settling back into a single leg boston crab, I stopped squeezing on the Gladiator's hanging fruits. Instead, I gently massaged them, soothingly rolling them with my fingers. That drew a shuddering gasp of both relief and arousal from the younger man. His cock grew hard, sticking out and down from his body. Taking my hand from his balls, I made an O with my thumb and first finger around his member and began to slide that slowly up and down his length.

"Unnnh...oh my god..." he breathed.

As his arousal grew, Junior must have found some inner reservoir of strength. Also he must have also been emboldened by me not having my hand on his jewels. He twisted around under me, freeing his cock from my loose grasp. He then placed his free foot against my ass and pushed while yanking on the leg I held. I was sent stumbling a short distance, off balance just enough for him to get back to his feet.

"No..., no Ruby, you will not make me cum for every damn fall you get from me!" he yelled.

"Have it your way..." I said.

We advanced each other, with Junior throwing another looping blow at my head. I brought my hands up, ready to catch the limb, only to feel a thudding pain in my ribs! A feint! His real attack came from the opposite hand! I doubled over as he followed that shot up with another body blow, this one to my belly.

"By the way, I was going to call you a bitch....you bitch." he stated as he grabbed me by the hair.

At close range as the ref warned him about the hair, he fired a series of blows into my stomach, each one registering with a dull impact. Finally the ref warned him to turn loose my hair or he'd be disqualified. That got him to relent, releasing my hair and stepping away. I went a few steps closer to one of the corners, then dropped to one knee, gasping for breath. This guy may have sucked at wrestling, but he was a hell of a striker. Thankfully I had taken the time to get in shape before coming back. Old me with my softer tummy might have been in here puking.

Walking past me, Junior strode into the corner I had been trying to get to, turning around to face me. As I looked up, he reached back, grasping the top ropes and pulling himself up to stand on the second rope. He clenched a fist, measuring me as I got up. Once I got up, he leaped from his perch, wrapping one fist inside the other, apparently ready to club me with both hands across the head!

But I was in motion. Despite the blows to my stomach, I had some pay back to get! Springing up from my kneeling position I moved into him before he could bring his arms down, and reached up grabbing his hips. From there, I let gravity do its job and guide his groin down onto my waiting knee, slamming him with an inverted atomic drop. Now, *technically* the move attacks the tailbone and thus, is legal, but a good part of the victim's um....'business' does get splattered against the attacked knee and leg. And that's what Junior was feeling as his mouth opened in a silent scream of pain. I don't think his body knew whether to jump around in pain, or to collapse in agony, so it did both at once, I guess. He jumped up and down twice, towards the center of the ring, trying to get away from me I think, before falling onto his back, holding his hands over his crotch.

Well, that pose just seemed to be missing something to me.

I darted over to the stricken man. Straddling him, facing his feet, I grabbed his legs, tucking them under my arms, and while he was still dealing with the pain from his groin and pelvic area, I dropped my ass square down on his upturned face! As a result, he was now folded up on himself, with me sitting directly on his face, sealing off his nose and mouth with my ass! As a bonus, since he was cupping himself when I sat on him, his arms were also trapped at his front, unable to try and push me off. I felt his **** yells against my rear and smiled, grinding my hips back against his face. As time went on, I could feel his struggles lessening as he faded, until finally, they stopped all together.

The ref came over, getting me to relent enough to get one of his arms free. She raised it, and then let it drop to the mat lifelessly. Then a second time. And finally....a third. She immediately started to tell me to let him up, so I did, allowing her to use the smelling salts on him this time.

"She takes a third fall with a face sitting smother KO! And now, the winner of the match, Ruuuuuuuby Ryyyyyyyder!" the announcer yelled.

I leaned against the ropes as the ref examined and thoroughly checked on the Gladiator.

"By god, man!" I heard one of the commentators raving. "This fall was practically all Ruby! And this time, she was practically merciless! At one point dragging Aurelius by his balls to the center of the ring!"

"Indeed! It's easy to forget that Ruby can deal out the pain just as easily as say the Killer Queen, because of the staggering amount of falls she wins by sexual submissions. And maybe that's just the way she likes to play here. But, she can have a mean streak just as bad as anyone else in the league! Look at this mid-air atomic drop counter! R.I.P. to my man Gladiator's balls...!"

Junior sat up, coughing and gasping, getting my attention. I made sure he came to, to the sight of me standing over him, a fist raised in victory. As the realization of what happened hit him, he put a hand over his face, shaking his head. Then his gaze went to the front row, where his girlfriend sat, a deep frown on her face as the crowd around her cheered.

Oh right. I almost forgot about that. The lesson.

Striding back over to him as the blonde man was about to start to get up, I put a foot on his chest and pushed him back down so that he was lying face up on the mat again.

"No, we're not done yet." I told him as I straddled his waist. Reaching back, I stroked his cock back to hardness.

"Uh oh, Ruby is apparently taking some tribute at the end of this one..." one of the commentators observed.

"Unnngh...oh fuck...again? I came twice in this match, what do you want from me?" he breathed to me as I took his arm, making him sit up as I slid my pussy down onto his cock.

"Mmm, there is something you and your lady in the front row need to learn. And, if it falls on me to teach you, then that's fine." I replied as I started moving, ignoring his shocked expression and clenching my pussy around him it moved along his shaft. "Try to last this time though..."

He does actually. And he starts to move his hips as well after a few moments of me riding him. On his own, without me encouraging him to, he starts to lick and suck at one of my breasts. I admit...he's not bad at this. But it's not him I'm focused on at the moment.

I make eye contact with his girlfriend, as his moans sort of fade into the background for me.

She has her hands over her mouth for some reason, her eyes wide as Junior starts to fuck me from underneath, but apparently unable to tear her eyes away from the sight. I lose her for a moment as her boyfriend suddenly rolls us over, totally taking over now and putting me on my back. He thrusts into me enthusiastically, his mouth sucking on one of my sensitive nipples as I throw my legs around his waist.

This 'lesson' that I'm teaching, I generally don't like the thought of being the one to do it. That being said, I find actually doing it to be hot as hell. That's what really set me off into a small climax of my own when I feel the Gladiator stop thrusting and his cum erupts into me as he cries out "Ohhhhh my god, yes, please yes!" as he orgasms!

After a moment, I roll him off of me and stand up. I have seen some pretty mean things done after a match in the SFL, and compared to those, this is pretty gentle. But for Junior who is laying down in a post orgasm stupor, and his girlfriend, who has jumped up and is leaving, it definitely doesn't feel that way. Because the lesson both of them had to learn is that nothing is sacred here in this ring. Their relationship doesn't entitle him to any special treatment once he steps in those ropes. And like I said, what I did is small fry compared to what others in the league would do to Junior here if they knew his secret. So either she needs to leave him, he needs to leave the league, or they need to have a serious sit down and really come together on this. Cause if this keeps up, she's neutering his in ring potential, and he's just setting her up to have her heart tortured again and again.

I collect a hand towel from the ref and use it to wipe off his cum as it flows out of me. Eventually, I toss it at Junior's chest before exiting the ring and heading to the locker room.

Much later that night, after Mina has told me that despite how strong I finished there's still room for improvement and listening to what feels like the one hundred and one ways to do so, I'm down in the parking garage. The arena had long cleared out, the main event seeing a match between the Killer Queen and the Wildcat descend in a massive brawl that had the fans talking about a survivor series style match between two factions. Or something. I don't know enough of the roster to make sense of who is on who's side. But still, my little event, being the opening match, was overshadowed by that amount of high drama. But that is ok! I came out, I made it all the way through a match, and I won! I began to walk to where I parked my motorcycle, but stopped as a flyer lying on the ground caught my attention. Apparently it was an ad for the main event, discarded by someone. In color, two portraits, one of the Killer Queen and one of the Wildcat faced off against each other. But, as I studied the Killer Queen, something seemed vaguely familiar. I framed my hand over her hair, covering it so that only her face was visible. She did look a lot like someone I knew...

"Give me a 'D'..." I murmured in a sing-songy cheerleader's voice as I slipped the flyer in the inner pocket of the motorcycle jacket I was wearing.

Starting my bike up, I put on my helmet and then sped out of the garage to ride under the night sky. And for the first time in a long time, I basked in the thrill of victory.....