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The Wrestler Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2022-04-15 21:00:00 +0000 UTCThe crowd cheered as Daisy triumphantly made her way down to the ring, followed closely by me. I found it interesting that she had a duffel bag by her side. Knowing her, anything could be in there. I was scared for the girl she was about to face for what was awaiting her in that bag. Everyone was pumped to see the massive superstar, she was so huge there was nothing else quite like her. I was a tiny twig in the presence of a huge tree. And I knew just how dangerous she was; she had had her way with me more than once, and all of those times were both painful and degrading. In fact, my body was still recovering from the trauma experienced, both physically and mentally. She had changed me as a person, and probably for the worst.
When we made it to the ring, she was eerily kind and lowered the ropes to let me in. Usually this was reserved for the female valets, but it was clear what our relationship was, so I didn’t think much of it. I nodded back at her with respect, and she responded with a mile wide smile. That was also uncommon; she was difficult to please and always seemed to be in a sour mood. What could be making her so happy right now?
Now in the ring, the announcer called out the name “DAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIISYYYYYYYY” and she flexed for the crowd. Even though she definitely had a lot of fat, there was a lot of muscle in her arms, it was very noticeable. Her strength was very clear, considering the way she was always able to manhandle not just her poor opponents, but me as well. Everyone was in a constant state of fear around her, just at the possibility of catching her on the wrong side of her temper, which was already volatile. The crowd respected this.
Daisy snatched the microphone out of the announcer’s hand, then pie faced him out of the ring, sending him crashing to the ground below. She didn’t even look at where he went, she didn’t care. Lifting the duffel bag in the air, she said “I bet y’all are wondering what I’ve got here in this bag!”
The crowd cheered. She waited a bit for them to die down.
“Well, first, y’all have probably noticed I got a little slave that follows me around now. I came to announce his new name. Y’all wanna hear it?”
The crowd roared. This was the first I had heard of this. I tugged on her arm, but she ignored me. She may have not even noticed, I was just a bug to her.
“His new name is…” she said with a pause. She looked ready to explode. After a few moments she burst out “FUCK DOLL!”
The crowd ate this up. Chants began coming in. FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL! My face instantly turned red. I was being humiliated in front of all of these people, and there was nothing I could do about it. If I stood up to Daisy, she would beat the shit out of me. I don’t know what face I was making, but it couldn’t have been a good one. I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to die, but couldn’t look sad or angry. Whatever face that was, it was the one Daisy wanted to see, and she laughed at me the whole time. Eventually, she motioned with her hands to quiet down, and the fans followed her and stopped chanting.
“Which leads to the duffel bag” she said, holding it in the air. “Everyone here knows I’m the MAN in this relationship! So I went to the mall and got you something a little special!” She unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out underwear. But it wasn’t mens underwear. In fact, it was women’s lingerie. She was expecting me to put on women’s underwear? “You like?” she asked tauntingly. She dangled it in the air as if she was expecting me to jump for it. She then lowered it slowly to me. Knowing I was going to have to wear it anyways, I slowly reached for it, but as soon as my hand touched it, she yanked it away. “Not so fast, Fuck Doll. You can’t wear this until you’ve taken off all your clothes!” The crowd roared for this. I did not. She wanted me to strip naked, in the middle of this ring, in front of all of these people.
“I’m not doing this!” I shouted.
“Oh no?” she asked, crossing her arms, accentuating her immense arm muscles and massive chest. She looked ready for a fight.
I gave up. I couldn’t fight her. “Okay…” I said, and I stripped down to my underwear, the crowd going wild.
FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL!
“Keep going…” Daisy said, tapping her foot. I couldn’t believe this was real, but I had already gone this far and I couldn’t stop now. I pulled off my underwear, revealing my (admittedly small) scared cock, which was turtling at the discomfort. The crowd laughed and Daisy laughed hard into the microphone. “Hahahaha! I told y’all I was the man in this relationship!” She put her pinky next to my cock, which dwarfed it.
“Put this on, Fuck Doll. Cover that useless little thing up please!” joked Daisy, thrusting the lingerie at me. As fast as I could, I covered my dick with the panties, then, more reluctantly, put on the bra. If there was a more humiliating moment in my life, I must have deleted it from memory out of embarrassment, because this was rough. The crowd was eating up every second of it though, so good for her I guess.
FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL! FUCK DOLL!
Some music hit, and a skinny girl ran to the ring, a hopeful look in her eyes. The announcer called out her name, but I was too distracted to remember it or even make out a syllable. Whatever she was called, she sure was fast.
Before I could say “Look out” she had slid into the ring and jumped on Daisy’s back. Now she looked like a hoodie on her that was ten sizes too small. Her comparatively tiny arms could clearly do nothing to the behemoth. Daisy gave off a strong chuckle, grabbed her by the arms, and swung her forward and onto the canvas, with the crowd oohing. It was a very hard slam, so much so that I was surprised the ring didn’t have a hole in it. Daisy didn’t like to move fast, and as I looked down at the poor girl, she was barely moving.
Daisy moved the turnbuckle and motioned me to come over with a finger. I did as I was told, and she stretched out one of her arms. “That throw made my arm tired, I need you to massage it.” I nodded, and began kneading her muscles with my little hands. She made sure to flex for me and the audience so we would know who was in charge. Her arm was so thick, I wasn’t even close to getting both hands around her bicep and tricep. She was enjoying herself, moaning sexually while I applied what little pressure I could.
Eventually, the tiny girl began moving again and was trying to get to her feet. She had turned over on her stomach and was trying to push herself up. Her movements were slow, but she was giving it her all. As soon as Daisy noticed it, she stood back up fully and approached the poor girl. Without much impact, she sat on her lower back, instantly smashing her back into the canvas, this time face down. Her little legs, or what little you could see of them, kicked violently at the air behind Daisy’s massive ass.
Daisy turned back to look at me. “I didn’t say stop massaging me Fuck Doll.” I knew I had to keep rubbing her arm, so I did, and while I did, she grabbed a hold of the girl's hair and pulled her head back so her face was directly underneath hers. “Tap out or you’ll regret it, bitch,” she said in a stern voice to the poor girl. She still had some fight in her, but she couldn’t get out any words. “Fine, you asked for it though.”
Instantly, she began drooling, and her mouth was bigger than most, so she drooled a lot. The slobber fell from her mouth and all over the face of the tiny girl underneath her. She squealed and screamed, but she was no match for Daisy. I felt bad rubbing Daisy’s arm while she was humiliating the poor girl, but there was nothing I could do. I had to just stand there and watch. She and I were both helpless to this monster of a woman.
Finally the girl tapped out, and the bell mercifully rang. But Daisy refused to let go. She laughed hysterically while drooling all over the girl’s now drenched face. She thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. Management ran in from the back and tried pulling her off, but they couldn’t budge. They pushed me aside and two of them tried wrenching her big arms off the girl, but she was just too strong. A third, and a fourth, and fifth man came in, and eventually they got her to break the hold, but by then the girl was unrecognizable, and essentially unconscious. They called for a stretcher and managed to get her out, though she was badly wounded, both her back and her pride. It would be a long time before she stepped in the ring again, I was sure of it.
As for Daisy, she was asked to speak with the manager backstage, so after raising her hand in victory, much to the cheers of the crowd, she hoisted me over her shoulder and marched backstage, through a door with the word “MANAGER” on it.
A bald man smoking a cigar looked up from his desk at Daisy. He was enraged.
“You stupid bitch!” he yelled. “Do you know how much that last stunt just cost me?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care!” she yelled back.
“You WILL know, and you WILL care, when I deduct it from your paycheck. Which is what is happening now. It’s time you considered your actions, you big freak.”
Daisy placed me in a chair then turned back to the man. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, then raised her other fist in the air. “Do it and I’ll beat the ever loving shit out of you. You want that spreading out in the world? Tough guy wrestling promoter gets beaten by a woman backstage? Sound good to you?”
He fumbled around a bit, sweat now dripping from his forehead. He shook his head.
She let go, and he gasped for air. “That’s right, dumb bitch,” she said. “Send the check in the mail. I want double for this reckless display. If it’s any less, I’ll be back.”
