Have I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing beautiful women in camel clutches? And how beautiful Angela Fong is? Well, I wonder what would happen if Angela faced off with a wrestler who models himself after the Iron Sheik? What would happen indeed...
Stepping Up
The Sheik (TheCrimsonRisk)
"Gimme that damn microphone!" I yell, ripping it out of the timekeeper's hand. My scheduled opponent for the night had gotten the flu or chicken pox or some other garbage and cancelled. I bet he took one look at who he was wrestling and thought better of it. I slid into the ring to address the crowd.
"I drove 200 miles to be here and it was to wrestle a match, not to stare at what has to be the ugliest, most in-bred crowd I've ever seen. Now I know everyone in this promotion is afraid of me, but I'm issuing an open challenge. I am a former NWA WORLD CHAMPION. Someone get their ass out here right now! Make a name for yourself!"
I throw the mic to the ground and stare at the entrance ramp, fuming.
Angela Fong (daman077c)
Understandably shaken, someone from the back pushes me through the curtain. Seeing The Sheik in the ring, I'm visibly shaking, slowly walking towards the ring, as a group of fans attempt to cheer me on.
Climbing into the ring, I immediately notice the size difference; you TOWER over my 5'4", 125 pound frame. I'm breathing heavily, dressed in a deep, dark blue two piece.
Sheik
My eyes widen as I see your beautiful face emerge from backstage. This was certainly the last thing I was expecting.
I pick up the mic again. "Wait a minute, wait a minute...I said I wanted a match, cutie pie. A WRESTLING match! If you want a date, maybe we can set something up after I win tonight...but you'll probably have to wait in line, darlin'."
I drop the mic again and turn my back to you to face the crowd. I make kissy faces at the women in the audience and boos rain down upon me. "You know you want it!"
Angela
As you turn your back, my scared face turns to a scowl, as I swing a kick between the uprights that are your legs. I'm going for distance....
Sheik
"I got time for you to grannie!" I bark, glaring at an elderly woman. "You..." A sharp pain between my legs cuts me off.
I hop up in surprise and use the ropes to limp over to the corner. "Ow ow ow! What was that?" I lay back massaging my backside.
Angela
Charging, I rush at you with a barrage of forearms. There seems to be no indication from the referee that this is officially a match, but I could care less. I was already insulted, considering you just tried to set me up on a date. GROSS.
Sheik
I signal for a timeout, but the bell rings to start the match. You're all over me with forearms and even though you're a little one, I'm unprepared for your assault. "Hold on...ow!...Angela...agh!"
Angela
I keep firing away with forearms as a referee slides into the ring, and quickly makes a break for us in the corner. He has to pry me off of you, as I kick and scream.
"You bastard!" I scream, flailing wildly as the referee pushes me away.
Sheik
My eyes are bugging out as I shake my head. Where the hell did that come from? Even the referee can barely hold you back...but this could work to my advantage.
As you fight to get to me, I reach over his shoulder and stick a thumb right in your eye!
Angela
"OWW!" I yell, the referee unable to see the completely illegal poke to the eye. I stammer away, holding the ropes as I blindly make my way to the corner.
Sheik
As the ref looks at me I raise my hands in the air innocently. Then I push him aside and run at you with my arm extended, looking to deliver a lariat to the back of your head.
Angela
The fans, referee, even you might think I have "Spidey-Sense," as I instictively duck the lariat, and fall backwards onto my butt. My eyes are wide open, the fans going "Ohh!" at my evasion.
You spin around, and you look to be INCENSED.
Sheik
Like a mad bull, I stomp over to where you're sitting before you can scoot away. There's some laughter in the crowd at my missed attack. I ain't no comedian!
I reach down to grab a hold of your ankles.
Angela
I'm scared shitless, and as you grab my ankles, I begin to kick wildly, wresting my right leg free to send a kick to the side of your jaw.
"Lemme go!" I shout, as I throw the kick.
Sheik
I catch your foot easily and grin as I shake my head at you. Looking down between your legs like this...all sorts of nasty ideas are going through my head.
I stomp down hard, right around your pelvic area, which causes the ref to issue a warning. "That was on her stomach, ref!" I deliver another one, even closer to your groin than the last.
Angela
"OOHHHH!" I shout, as both stomps land, easily an illegal pair of stomps. I roll to my side, my hands covering my crotch.
"Ref, that is SO CHEATING!
Sheik
"Never cheated in my life, ref!" He doesn't seem to be too convinced, but there's not much he can do about it anyway. I kneel down next to you and place my hands on your side. Damn, you've got a sexy ass body. I rise up slightly and come down with my knee on your mid-section.
Angela
"OOWWWWF!" I shout, my hands quickly grabbing at your knee, which is placed neatly in my abdomen. "Get OFF!"
Sheik
"Shut it!" I roll you over a bit and drop another knee, this one closer to the small of your back.
Angela
The knee does some damage, as I feel a slight pop within my slender frame. "OWWW!" I cry, quickly clutching my damaged back, right above the cut of my dark blue wrestling tights.
Sheik
I posture up putting even more weight on the knee, then reach forward to secure a chinlock. We've only been wrestling for a few minutes, but my hands are already sweaty and now they're wrenching your neck.
Angela
"Uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnn..." I groan, reaching for your hands to attempt to pry them apart. A few beads of sweat roll down my face as the referee asks me if I submit.
"NO!" I shout back, reaching for the ropes. They're so far away...
Sheik
"You're a slippery one, ain't ya?" I twist your neck some more, but it's hard to balance with one knee on your squishy back. Slowly, but surely, you're making your way to the ropes...
...I grab the hand that's reaching out and hook it behind my leg before applying the chinlock again, though it's more of a half camel clutch now. I can't secure your other arm so I concentrate on leaning back into the hold. "Come ooooon..."
Angela
There's a pair of pops, as something in my neck, along with something in my back, slide out. "Nnnooo!" I scream back, my left fingertips brushing the bottom rope. Need....to...get...the...rope...
Sheik
"Grrrr..." Your other arm slips free and I realize that you're not going to tap yet. And I thought this would be an easy night. I stand up and grab your ankles again dragging you back to the middle of the ring. With startling quickness I elevate and drop a huge elbow right across the back of your neck.
Angela
"Owf!" I yelp, grabbing the back of my neck. I rise to my knees, but I'm faced away from you. Can't be good...
Sheik
"Angela, Angela...where are you going?" I straddle you, admiring your muscular back before leaping up and dropping my fat ass right on top of you. That's two bills flattening you!
Angela
The thigh press flattens me out on the canvas. "AHH!" I cry out, clutching my back, which now has a sharp pain shooting through it.
"My back..." I trail off, as I slowly rise back to my knees.
Sheik
I easily scoop you up in my arms, tossing your stomach over my shoulder so that you're looking down at the mat. "Ready to go for a ride?"
*WHAM*
I run to a corner and slam you back first against the top turnbuckle! The whole ring shakes and I maintain my hold, getting ready for another one.
Angela
"AHAHohh..." I moan, as my unprotected, wide open back slams the turnbuckle. The whole ring shakes with the slam. My long black hair dangles down towards the mat as I'm marched around the ring.
Sheik
"Out of the way, ref!" I yell, almost bowling him over as I dart over to the other corner slamming you again. I can feel your insides quivering.
I turn back to the centre of the ring and fall to my knees, dumping you to the mat and completing the power slam. A loud "oooooooh" comes from the crowd and I wipe my hands off, satisfied. "She's done!" I say, placing a hand on your chest.
1...
2...
Angela
I throw my shoulder up at the last second, surprising you. I slowly roll to my left side, grabbing my hurting spine. Maybe I'm just delaying the inevitable...
Sheik
"What?!?" I stand up and poke the ref in the chest before slapping my hands together. "That was three!"
Angela
You're turned away, giving me the opportunity to get to my feet, my left hand still holding the small of my back. I charge and throw a quick dropkick; maybe I can fight a bit better on the outside?
Sheik
As you expected, catching me off guard is more than enough to send me sprawling and I end up tumbling out over the second rope.
I manage to catch myself and avoid any major damage, but I did not like that! "Oh come on!" I yell, slapping the apron in frustration. I do a little march around the ring to cool down.
Angela
As you storm around the outside, your head is turned away from the ring. Still holding my lower back. I ascend to the top rope, and leap off, executing a crossbody from the top to the outside!
Sheik
The crowd starts to stir and unfortunately for you, one of your young fans starts to point excitedly as you start your high flying maneuver. I know what's coming and I turn just in time to catch you. "Whoof!"
Holding you across my chest for a moment, I think about what to do with you. "Angela! Angela!" some fans say. "You want her?" I reply.
I arch back violently, slinging you up and over my head with a fallaway slam sending your puny frame smashing into the metal guard rail!
Angela
I unceremoniously crash into the guard rail and am laid out, the fans screaming "OHH!" The referee quickly slides out of the ring to check on me. "You OK?" I don't respond.
Some of the fans near me begin to get a bit scared for my physical health, as the bump into the guard rail was particularly NASTY.
Sheik
Enough of this crap! I'm not getting paid enough to put up with wrestling some stupid woman. I angrily climb back into the ring and start to boss the ref around. "Start the count ref!"
1...
2...
3...
4...
Angela
I slowly begin to come to. My back, my neck, my head, they're all throbbing with pain.
5...
6...
7...
I slowly climb the ring apron, and weakly roll under the bottom rope.
Sheik
"What are you doing?!?" I whine, like a child who didn't get his way. I start to rain down heavy leather all over your upper body, trying to leave my boot prints on your smooth flesh.
Angela
The stomps land all over my midsection; stomach, ribs, lower back. The referee has to step in to pull you away, as I grab all three areas, my face twisted in pain.
Sheik
"Get the hell offa me!" I say. I know I'm risking a disqualification here and I don't think I could stand that humiliation so I back off...for a few seconds anyway. He wants me to wrestle? Fine, I'll wrestle.
As soon as I can get free I scoop you off the mat and wrap one big arm around your waist. With one swift motion I lift you up and connect with an over the knee backbreaker.
Angela
Deep within my back I feel a sharp crunch, and just like that, my back is badly damaged. "Nnnnohhhhhhohhhh...." I moan, crashing off your knee. I'm quickly at my breaking point, my back arched high in the air, my right hand clutching at the small of my back.
There's several cat-calls of "Angela!" as I'm down. You're standing over me, ready to pounce.
Sheik
"You're done, cutie pie!" I take you by the back of your top and haul you up, sticking your head between my legs. Sliding my arms under your elbows, I force them into a double underhook position. I jerk you upwards, jarring your shoulders and holding upside down.
Normally I would have to strain to keep you in this position, but you're light as a feather and I take my time letting the blood rush to your head. Then I lift and flip you over, cracking your back across my knee again.
Angela
Even with the crowd noise, there's an audible *POP* as several vertebrae slip from their positions. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOohhhhunnnnnnnnn..." I groan, rolling left and right, my back arched high into the air, my left hand pressed against the small of my back. All of the fight has been completely drained out of me. It's just torture, now.
Sheik
"Geeeet up, girl..." I scrape you off the mat and shoot you a toothy smile. I position us so we're standing back to back, then reach over my own shoulder and put my hands under your chin again. With a sharp tug, I lean forward and drag you off your feet onto my back. I lean forward, stretching your neck with a hangman hold while bending your spine.
Angela
My hands weakly pry at your hands underneath my chin, as the referee checks on me. "Do you give? Do you give, Angela?"
"Nnnnnoo...." I weakly respond. This hold is tugging at my back, my neck... It's painful.
Sheik
I relax for a second before leaning forward again, making sure to jostle your body and neck as I do so. "Submit!"
Angela
"Aaaaahhhhhh.....Nnnnnooo....." I weakly respond. The hold is getting more and more painful with each second in it.
Sheik
I might be able to make you submit to this...but I'm having too much fun. I straighten up and then bellow loudly before dropping onto my butt bringing you down with me. When I land, your trapped head is snapped down across my shoulder.
Angela
My neck snaps across your shoulder, and I curl into a ball, both of my hands grabbing the back of my neck. A collective "OHH!" comes from the crowd.
Sheik
For a moment, I couldn't hear a thing, just the sound of the crowd and your suffering. Then I realize the ref is telling me to end this and to everyone's surprise, I nod my head.
I roll your limp body over and do a more definitive pin this time, pressing my body against yours. Your firm body feels outstanding beneath me.
1...
2...
"Nope!" I say with a laugh. You’re pulled off of the mat by your hair. "Not done yet..."
I help you up and gently slap you a couple of times to wake you. "You're gonna need your legs for this, Angela." I whip you into the turnbuckles hard, looking to bounce you off of them.
Angela
I hit the turnbuckle with unabated speed, my injured back taking the full brunt of the blow. I stagger out, my left hand grabbing my spine. This can't be good...
Sheik
"Come to poppa!" As soon as you’re within range, I take you into my arms and apply a hellacious bearhug! No slow build up here, I'm going full force right away, sweeping you off of your feet and squeezing the life out of you.
Angela
The bearhug is crushing, and you feel a massive amount of pops and crunches from my back. "AAAHHHHOHHHhhunnnnnnohhhh,,,," I scream, and it slowly turns to a deep moan. My arms are limp at my sides, and I lean back, a last ditch attempt to alleviate the immense pressure. My chest gleams with sweat, running between my breasts, down my stomach, passed my pierced naval.
The referee looks distraught, and walks forward to check my well-being. "Angela?" he asks.
He raises my arm.... and it falls. "One!" he yells.
He raises my arm again.... and it falls a second time. "Two!"
Sheik
You're unceremoniously dropped to the mat. The ref shoots me a quizzical look. "Damn...my arms musta got tired. She's heavier than she looks."
"You could stand to lose some weight, Angela!" I taunt. I deliver a hard kick to your side and nudge you over onto your stomach. The crowd is booing heavily and I respond by making a throat slashing gesture.
Angela
"Uuuunnnnn..." I groan, grabbing my side. The crowd's booing grows louder and louder - they know what's coming next.
Sheik
I slowly lower myself into a seated position on top of you. It's a comfy place to be. As I settle in, I wiggle my hips a little letting you feel just how much size is flattening you to the mat.
I take one limb at a time, securing them under my armpits, letting you fully appreciate what's happening to you. The hold secure, I clamp my stinking fingers around your mouth and execute a devastating camel clutch.
Angela
*POP* *POP* *POP* My back gives out. "UUUUWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I scream. "REF, I GIVE, I GIVE! AHHHHohhhhh..."
Sheik
Despite the referee's attempts to pull me off, I keep the clutch locked on tight. I slide my crotch up and down your back, grinding your spine along the way. You can feel my hot breath on the back of your head and neck.
"HHHHHNNNNGGGH!" I'm straining my muscles to the limit, contorting in ways you didn't think were possible.
"Say it again!!!"
Angela
"I GIVE, PLEASE!!" There's another pop, another vertebrae giving out. "AHHHAAAHHOwwwwwww.... I give..."
My eyes slowly begin to shutter, the pain is just too immense.
Sheik
I ease up and lean in. You can feel my filthy beard brushing against the side of your face. "Say you'll quit wrestling and I'll let go. Deal?" I slowly start to ramp up the pressure again...
Angela
"I.... I'll never give up wrestling...." I weakly mutter. I feel the pressure building in my lower back, and my eyes tightly shut, my teeth clenched together.
Sheik
I pull back even farther, putting more into the hold than I ever have. I'm trembling from the amount of effort I'm exerting. Your lower body is pinned to the ground while your stomach and chest are nearly at a 90 degree angle. "Say...you...quit...!"
Angela
"Nnnnnnnnooo!" I scream back. There's just too much pressure on my spine. "AAAAHHHHHUNNNOHHHHHUnnnnnnnnnnoohhhhhh..." I moan.
Sheik
The referee is saying something, but I ignore him. Is he throwing the match out? Whatever. I'm drenched in sweat now from working the hold, but there's no way I'm letting go. I just keep cranking it...and cranking it...and cranking it...
Angela
With all of the cranking, you're met with a satisfying *POP*, as everything in my back finally gives up the ghost. I try to cry out in pain, but there's nothing there. My eyes slowly shut, my head lulling against your left wrist. It's all over. I'm out cold. I can't hear the referee admonishing you, the fans booing, you stomping around the ring. I'm away in dreamland, where there is no such thing as pain. It's ALL OVER.
Sheik
The referee gives me a disgusted look as I raise my arm and I decided I've had enough of him for one day. I slam a closed fist into his face, knocking him for a loop. As I see your beaten body lying on the floor I realize there's no one to stop me from putting you in yet another camel clutch...
...but out of the corner of my eye, I see a bunch of the local wrestlers from the back charge out. They don't look like they're happy with me!
I bail out of the ring through the crowd, cursing everyone out. "Your pathetic! This company is pathetic! This whole town is pathetic!" As I fight my way through the crowd to leave, I look back and see one of your fellow wrestlers cradling you in his arms. Loser.
Angela
I don't know who's holding me, but I'm lifeless in his arms. He caresses my head, and I very, very slowly flash back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness. I hear the fans clapping as he carries me to the back, and I pass out again.
