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- Nov 25, 2021
Alissa trained in the few weeks she had before her match with Tyrant. She hit the gym frequently and took to the mats trying to devise ways to take down a much larger, more fit opponent.
The problem was finding a sparring partner. No one seemed to want to waste their time trying to help Alissa.
On her last attempt, she was promptly knocked out by an expert in mixed martial arts so thoroughly that she didn't come to until hours later, having been posed in the practice ring with her face down and her ass up.
The online forums were buzzing with bets of how long she would last against Tyrant. Some were concerned, saying she should just no show. They worried she may actually be killed by the massive man. However I the majority were excited to see the what humiliation she would have to endure. Accounts were popping up dedicated to her loss record, showing pictures of some of her more revealing poses.
Alissa tried to ignore the hubub online, but it was impossible to escape in the locker room. Men and women alike regularity slapped her ass frequently, making rude comments about her skills and her body. She tried to fight back once, but ended up stuffed halfway into a locker, her ass too fat for her to fully fit. It was raw from the slapping and squeezing she received before she was able to get free. Afterward, she endured the abuse in silence.
It led to her confidence being at an all-time low heading into the match, despite her training efforts.
Tyrant's music hit and he came down to the ring first, the GM walking at his side. Tyrant absolutely dwarfed his boss as they made their way to the ring with purpose. Tyrant entered the ring by grabbing the top rope and stepping in from the floor, his tree trunk like legs propelling him easily up and into the ring.
The GM walked to the steps and made his way in as well, a shit eating grin behind the lit cigar in his mouth.
Tyrant stood in a corner as Alissa made her entrance. She was once again wearing her terribly short skirt forced upon her. The GM's grin widened as he realized that even under these circumstances Alissa was still subservient enough to wear her revealing outfit.
Alissa walked to the ring all business. She climbed the steps and her eyes showed how defeated she felt deep down. She was quietly resolved to give it her all, but her big green eyes under purple bangs gave away that she knew the outcome.
She gave everyone a flash of her pink thong as she bent through the ropes into the ring.
The ring announcer raised his microphone to his mouth but was interrupted by the GM, who was outside the ring with a microphone of his own.
"The following contest is a hardcore match where we see one dumb, soft bitch get demolished by a Greek God!" He sneered as Alissa blushed. "Weighing in at...well just look at her thighs...it's Who Gives a Fuck! Opposite her, the man who's going to end her stupid career, the next champion of this promotion, Tyrant!"
Alissa blushed more as Tyrant raised his hands, clearly mocking her. This was a sham of a match and her opponents knew it. They were taunting her relentlessly, and her face fell when she realized they had every right to.
She shook her head, pigtails bouncing. She had to focus. Get him down low. Take him to the ground and they'd be on even footing. That's all she had to do...
The bell rang and Tyrant immediately sprang into action. He crossed the ring in three steps, a blur. He had no right to be that fast and that big.
In an instant he was on Alissa, and she had no time to respond. He clotheslined her ferociously into the corner, grabbing her pigtailed head and running forward with her quickly, driving her into the mat with a bulldog.
Alissa only had time to yelp before she was driven into the mat. Her skirt flew up to show off her thong, and her big ass wobbled on impact with the mat.
"Oh, that had to hurt! You're just too slow, huh?" The GM taunted into the mic from the outside, as Alissa shook the cobwebs out of her head and slowly started to stand.
She was almost to her feet when Tyrant ran against the ropes, catipulting himself forward. Just as Alissa got vertical she was hit by the freight train of a shoulder tackle from Tyrant. The woman went flying across the ring, easily taken off her feet. She was hit so hard that one of her pigtails came undone. Her skirt once again flipped up and her thighs jiggled as she landed on the mat, rolling until she was under the ropes. One of her long legs was hanging off the ring, the other still on it, spreading her legs wide for the crowd.
Her eyes were wide in shock, apparently still processing the blitz she had just experienced. The GM walked toward her and smiled, looking down at her shocked expression, her plump lips partially open and her eyes wide.
"This is a good look on you, Bimbo," he said before taking his cigar out and blowing smoke in her face. She grabbed her throat and coughed, rolling and falling out of the ring and onto the floor with a meaty smack.
As she coughed with her ass in the air, the GM walked around her, admiring. He smacked her ass, causing it to jiggle.
"You know, if you're not going to stop showing your ass to everyone, I'm just going to take my skirt back," he said. Bending down, he smoothed out Alissa's skirt and unbuttoned it, removing it and leaving Alissa bottomless.
He roughly stepped on her back, causing her to fall completely on her stomach.
"Might as well fully show off your best side," he said as he brought the skirt around Alissa's neck and yanked back hard.
"GYAHHH," Alissa gagged as she was choked, her thick legs kicking wildly, causing her ass and thighs to jiggle even more. The GM relished in her struggle as her sputtering became more frantic, before he finally let her go. She grabbed frantically at her throat as she gagged at the GM's feet. He reached down and grabbed her by her tank top, bringing her to her feet and rolling her into the ring.
"Keep the fun going, Tyrant," he called into the ring.
And sure enough, when Alissa finally got to her feet, Tyrant was there. He grabbed her around her ample waist and twisted around, lifting her up and slamming her down in a huge slam.
Alissa cried out in pain and arched her back on the ground, her hair splayed out around her face, chest almost popping out of her tank top. Tyrant ran the ropes again and, before Alissa could recover, jumped as high as he could and landed a big splash across Alissa's soft stomach. Her arms and legs came up in the air comically before crashing back to the mat. She huddled, grabbing her stomach in agony and coughing lightly on the mat.
"Don't let up! I want her out cold!" The GM said viciously, bloodlust clear in his voice.
Tyrant bent down and roughly pulled Alissa to her feet by her head. She stumbled forward, ass jiggling with her uncoordinated steps before Tyrant grabbed her thong and used it as leverage to lift her upside down in the air. He held one of her thick legs, while the other hung limply at the side, once again spreading her legs for everyone.
"Ahh, look at that power!" The GM said as Tyrant held Alissa in place. "And it's no easy task lifting her fat ass in the air like that! What a show!"
The blood went straight to Alissa's head and she felt like she would faint right there. The abuse she had suffered both in this match and before was starting to get to her. Her entire body was sore, and she had no shame left as her legs were spread high in the air. She briefly wondered if this picture would be posted online before Tyrant roughly brought her down on her head, ending her consciousness.
She landed in a heap on the mat, one of her arms bouncing limply off her thick thigh and settling between her legs. Her eyes were crossed slightly and her head was lying to the side.
"Looks like she's trying to finger herself! What a whore!" The GM cried as he grabbed a steel chair from outside and rolled into the ring.
"Your services will no longer be needed," he told the ref. The man looked confused at first, but at another look from the GM he decide to leave the ring.
The GM walked toward Alissa's knocked out form, taking her in. After a beat, he motioned Tyrant to stand her up.
He lifted her up slowly, her body completely limp. When he finally got her to a standing position. She staggered forward, about to fall down again when the GM slammed the steel chair into her head. She fall backward onto her big ass into a sitting position against the ropes, legs spread in front of her and hands resting on her pale, soft thighs.
"She's still not twitching! I want to see that ass twitch!" The GM said angrily as Alissa slumped to the side, a complete ragdoll at this point.
Tyrant put a finger up to the GM, then went to grab Alissa. He hauled her limp form up once again. He grabbed her head and shoved it between his legs. She fell limply to a knee before he grunted and hauled her back to her feet, ass on display for everyone.
The GM nodded to Tyrant and smacked Mia's fat ass again before Tyrant grabbed both har limp arms, pushing them behind her back and jumping slightly, slamming her head into the ground in a Pedigree.
Her ass wobbled like mad as she landed on the mat. Her arms bounced off her ass and fall to her sides. With a gurgling sound, she twitched violently, starting to convulse on the ground.
"Ha! There it is! Good job, Tyrant!"
The GM dropped to a knee and looked at Alissa's twitching form with disgust. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a marker, uncapping it.
"Let's just remind everyone what you are, eh?" He said. He grabbed her right ass cheek and, as she continued to twitch, wrote the word "whore" in large letters on her ass. He then took his cigar out of his mouth and put it out on her ass, right in the "o" of the word.
"Pin her," he said and Tyrant pushed her onto her back. One of her tits was once again exposed, popping out of her tank top. She coughed and spit fell down the side of her mouth. Tyrant pushed her face aside with his boot and planted it on her cheek for the count, which the GM happily and dramatically provided.
"1...2...3.."
The bell rang and the Tyrant lifted his foot off her face. The GM lifted her into a sitting position by her hair and looked her in her blank eyes.
"By the way, you're fucking fired," he said, slapping her and causing her to fall to the side, her ass again on display.
Tyrant walked toward the GM and whispered something in his ear. The GM seemed to think for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, I take that back. Tyrant seems to have taken a liking to you .."
Tyrant nodded and picked Alissa up into an over the shoulder carry, her ass on display, the word "whore" slightly smudged from the pin and her convulsions on the mat. Her hair was now completely free, hanging over her unconscious face. Her arms swayed and her tits were pressed against Tyrant's back as he walked to the back with her, almost like a prize, with the GM at his side.
The problem was finding a sparring partner. No one seemed to want to waste their time trying to help Alissa.
On her last attempt, she was promptly knocked out by an expert in mixed martial arts so thoroughly that she didn't come to until hours later, having been posed in the practice ring with her face down and her ass up.
The online forums were buzzing with bets of how long she would last against Tyrant. Some were concerned, saying she should just no show. They worried she may actually be killed by the massive man. However I the majority were excited to see the what humiliation she would have to endure. Accounts were popping up dedicated to her loss record, showing pictures of some of her more revealing poses.
Alissa tried to ignore the hubub online, but it was impossible to escape in the locker room. Men and women alike regularity slapped her ass frequently, making rude comments about her skills and her body. She tried to fight back once, but ended up stuffed halfway into a locker, her ass too fat for her to fully fit. It was raw from the slapping and squeezing she received before she was able to get free. Afterward, she endured the abuse in silence.
It led to her confidence being at an all-time low heading into the match, despite her training efforts.
Tyrant's music hit and he came down to the ring first, the GM walking at his side. Tyrant absolutely dwarfed his boss as they made their way to the ring with purpose. Tyrant entered the ring by grabbing the top rope and stepping in from the floor, his tree trunk like legs propelling him easily up and into the ring.
The GM walked to the steps and made his way in as well, a shit eating grin behind the lit cigar in his mouth.
Tyrant stood in a corner as Alissa made her entrance. She was once again wearing her terribly short skirt forced upon her. The GM's grin widened as he realized that even under these circumstances Alissa was still subservient enough to wear her revealing outfit.
Alissa walked to the ring all business. She climbed the steps and her eyes showed how defeated she felt deep down. She was quietly resolved to give it her all, but her big green eyes under purple bangs gave away that she knew the outcome.
She gave everyone a flash of her pink thong as she bent through the ropes into the ring.
The ring announcer raised his microphone to his mouth but was interrupted by the GM, who was outside the ring with a microphone of his own.
"The following contest is a hardcore match where we see one dumb, soft bitch get demolished by a Greek God!" He sneered as Alissa blushed. "Weighing in at...well just look at her thighs...it's Who Gives a Fuck! Opposite her, the man who's going to end her stupid career, the next champion of this promotion, Tyrant!"
Alissa blushed more as Tyrant raised his hands, clearly mocking her. This was a sham of a match and her opponents knew it. They were taunting her relentlessly, and her face fell when she realized they had every right to.
She shook her head, pigtails bouncing. She had to focus. Get him down low. Take him to the ground and they'd be on even footing. That's all she had to do...
The bell rang and Tyrant immediately sprang into action. He crossed the ring in three steps, a blur. He had no right to be that fast and that big.
In an instant he was on Alissa, and she had no time to respond. He clotheslined her ferociously into the corner, grabbing her pigtailed head and running forward with her quickly, driving her into the mat with a bulldog.
Alissa only had time to yelp before she was driven into the mat. Her skirt flew up to show off her thong, and her big ass wobbled on impact with the mat.
"Oh, that had to hurt! You're just too slow, huh?" The GM taunted into the mic from the outside, as Alissa shook the cobwebs out of her head and slowly started to stand.
She was almost to her feet when Tyrant ran against the ropes, catipulting himself forward. Just as Alissa got vertical she was hit by the freight train of a shoulder tackle from Tyrant. The woman went flying across the ring, easily taken off her feet. She was hit so hard that one of her pigtails came undone. Her skirt once again flipped up and her thighs jiggled as she landed on the mat, rolling until she was under the ropes. One of her long legs was hanging off the ring, the other still on it, spreading her legs wide for the crowd.
Her eyes were wide in shock, apparently still processing the blitz she had just experienced. The GM walked toward her and smiled, looking down at her shocked expression, her plump lips partially open and her eyes wide.
"This is a good look on you, Bimbo," he said before taking his cigar out and blowing smoke in her face. She grabbed her throat and coughed, rolling and falling out of the ring and onto the floor with a meaty smack.
As she coughed with her ass in the air, the GM walked around her, admiring. He smacked her ass, causing it to jiggle.
"You know, if you're not going to stop showing your ass to everyone, I'm just going to take my skirt back," he said. Bending down, he smoothed out Alissa's skirt and unbuttoned it, removing it and leaving Alissa bottomless.
He roughly stepped on her back, causing her to fall completely on her stomach.
"Might as well fully show off your best side," he said as he brought the skirt around Alissa's neck and yanked back hard.
"GYAHHH," Alissa gagged as she was choked, her thick legs kicking wildly, causing her ass and thighs to jiggle even more. The GM relished in her struggle as her sputtering became more frantic, before he finally let her go. She grabbed frantically at her throat as she gagged at the GM's feet. He reached down and grabbed her by her tank top, bringing her to her feet and rolling her into the ring.
"Keep the fun going, Tyrant," he called into the ring.
And sure enough, when Alissa finally got to her feet, Tyrant was there. He grabbed her around her ample waist and twisted around, lifting her up and slamming her down in a huge slam.
Alissa cried out in pain and arched her back on the ground, her hair splayed out around her face, chest almost popping out of her tank top. Tyrant ran the ropes again and, before Alissa could recover, jumped as high as he could and landed a big splash across Alissa's soft stomach. Her arms and legs came up in the air comically before crashing back to the mat. She huddled, grabbing her stomach in agony and coughing lightly on the mat.
"Don't let up! I want her out cold!" The GM said viciously, bloodlust clear in his voice.
Tyrant bent down and roughly pulled Alissa to her feet by her head. She stumbled forward, ass jiggling with her uncoordinated steps before Tyrant grabbed her thong and used it as leverage to lift her upside down in the air. He held one of her thick legs, while the other hung limply at the side, once again spreading her legs for everyone.
"Ahh, look at that power!" The GM said as Tyrant held Alissa in place. "And it's no easy task lifting her fat ass in the air like that! What a show!"
The blood went straight to Alissa's head and she felt like she would faint right there. The abuse she had suffered both in this match and before was starting to get to her. Her entire body was sore, and she had no shame left as her legs were spread high in the air. She briefly wondered if this picture would be posted online before Tyrant roughly brought her down on her head, ending her consciousness.
She landed in a heap on the mat, one of her arms bouncing limply off her thick thigh and settling between her legs. Her eyes were crossed slightly and her head was lying to the side.
"Looks like she's trying to finger herself! What a whore!" The GM cried as he grabbed a steel chair from outside and rolled into the ring.
"Your services will no longer be needed," he told the ref. The man looked confused at first, but at another look from the GM he decide to leave the ring.
The GM walked toward Alissa's knocked out form, taking her in. After a beat, he motioned Tyrant to stand her up.
He lifted her up slowly, her body completely limp. When he finally got her to a standing position. She staggered forward, about to fall down again when the GM slammed the steel chair into her head. She fall backward onto her big ass into a sitting position against the ropes, legs spread in front of her and hands resting on her pale, soft thighs.
"She's still not twitching! I want to see that ass twitch!" The GM said angrily as Alissa slumped to the side, a complete ragdoll at this point.
Tyrant put a finger up to the GM, then went to grab Alissa. He hauled her limp form up once again. He grabbed her head and shoved it between his legs. She fell limply to a knee before he grunted and hauled her back to her feet, ass on display for everyone.
The GM nodded to Tyrant and smacked Mia's fat ass again before Tyrant grabbed both har limp arms, pushing them behind her back and jumping slightly, slamming her head into the ground in a Pedigree.
Her ass wobbled like mad as she landed on the mat. Her arms bounced off her ass and fall to her sides. With a gurgling sound, she twitched violently, starting to convulse on the ground.
"Ha! There it is! Good job, Tyrant!"
The GM dropped to a knee and looked at Alissa's twitching form with disgust. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a marker, uncapping it.
"Let's just remind everyone what you are, eh?" He said. He grabbed her right ass cheek and, as she continued to twitch, wrote the word "whore" in large letters on her ass. He then took his cigar out of his mouth and put it out on her ass, right in the "o" of the word.
"Pin her," he said and Tyrant pushed her onto her back. One of her tits was once again exposed, popping out of her tank top. She coughed and spit fell down the side of her mouth. Tyrant pushed her face aside with his boot and planted it on her cheek for the count, which the GM happily and dramatically provided.
"1...2...3.."
The bell rang and the Tyrant lifted his foot off her face. The GM lifted her into a sitting position by her hair and looked her in her blank eyes.
"By the way, you're fucking fired," he said, slapping her and causing her to fall to the side, her ass again on display.
Tyrant walked toward the GM and whispered something in his ear. The GM seemed to think for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, I take that back. Tyrant seems to have taken a liking to you .."
Tyrant nodded and picked Alissa up into an over the shoulder carry, her ass on display, the word "whore" slightly smudged from the pin and her convulsions on the mat. Her hair was now completely free, hanging over her unconscious face. Her arms swayed and her tits were pressed against Tyrant's back as he walked to the back with her, almost like a prize, with the GM at his side.
