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Tonight is a strange night in the PRIVET WRESTLING FEDERATION. It is the night of knock outs. It comes once a year and it's tonight. The rules are this there are no standings, everyone might wrestle a contender, a low ranking wrestler or even the champion. There are no rankings or titles on the line so even tag-team partners can wrestle each other. One other thing is we don't know who we will be wrestling until we step in the ring. In my dressing room I begin to get ready. Off with the street cloths and on with my gear. First I pull on a shiny spandex thong. It's tight and shapes my man bulge very well. Next comes my full body stocking. It's black with sparkling high-lights. The body stocking takes some time to get into. It covers me from my neck down to my toes. It has long sleeves and fastens in the back. I adjust my thong then begin to wiggle into my body stocking. It takes me almost three minutes to get it on. It's very tight and very sheer, you could ruin it by rushing. With my body stocking on I slip into shiny black boots and zip up my sparkling ring jacket and I'm off for my match.
Up in the ring I look across to see who my opponent is. I struggle for a moment as I don't recognize her right off. The ref tells me she is a rookie with only 3 matches to her credit. However, she also tells me that she is undefeated. Well an undefeated rookie is still a rookie. I can say one thing for her she is totally stunning. 5ft 10 in tall blond hair and blue eyes. She also has the best pair of legs I've seen in a long time. She's in a very tight thong leotard. It's so tight that is laves nothing to the imagination. You can very clearly see her nipples as well as her pubic area, if fact she has a very visible "Camel Toe". Her leotard is a very light blue, her stockings are shiny tan and her boots are white. As for me, I'm still having a hard time getting past her "Camel toe" WOW, is she hot.
The ref comes to check us both out. As she gets to my corner she whispers that my opponent thinks I'm hot. Here comes the announcement:
Wrestling fans, this is the third of our no rankings matches. In this corner, he is a long time fan favorite
GEO "THE AMERICAN HERO" and his opponent. Appearing in just her fourth match. Julie O' Hanlen
With that over we're ready to wrestle. At least I thought I was ready to wrestle, maybe not. The bell rang, I stepped out of my corner and right into a female tigress. Julie mat be a rookie but she sure knows how to wrestle. All though of taking her lightly and getting a easy victory is gone. I'm in a tuff fight and right now I'm losing. Two seconds after the bell Julie got a take down on me and I ended up on my back struggling not to get pinned. She had a MATCH-BOOK on me and it took everything I could muster to keep one of my shoulders off the mat. Three times the ref almost got to three before I could get one
shoulder up. Caught in the MATCH-BOOK my back was bent and my legs were stretched out. It took all my energy to escape the hold. Now here I am again on my back, but now she has one of my legs lifted off the mat and is twisting both my ankle and my knee. As she holds tightly to one of my shiny black boots I struggle to claw my way to the ropes. After several minutes of pain in my leg I am finally to wrap my fingers around the bottom rope and the hold is broken. That is not to say that I'm OK and hop to my feet. In fact I'm tired and shaken. In the last 7 minutes she's had the better of me. In that time I have been nearly pinned at least 4 times. I'm in trouble and must get something going soon. If I fail to turn things around it is very possible that she may pin me and win the match. And for the former world champion and now number 2 contender that would be very embarrassing. It seems as though Julie has no concern for my embarrassment, slipping around the ref she has grabbed my boots and pulled me to the center of the ring. Still holding me by my boots she has both my legs in the air and split apart. The area between my legs is an easy target, and she has a clear shot at my manhood. A boot there would finish me off quickly. I reach down as far as I can and plead with her not to stomp me : "PLEASE Julie PLEASE, not there. Please don't kick me there!"
For the first time in this match Julie shows me some mercy. She drops one of my boots, but then applies a STEP OVER TOE HOLD to my other leg. Leaning into me and pulling up on my leg Julie again has my shoulders on the mat. For the fifth time in this match I hear the ref's hand slapping the mat counting me for the pin. "ONE-TWO-THR". I beat the count by only one second. Having failed to pin me for the fifth time there is a change in Julie's attack. Still holding my leg in the Step Over I instantly feel the pressure increase. She is no longer using the hold for control, but is now trying to disable my leg. She has shifted her weight to increase the pressure on my leg. It has really begun to throb now. The increase in the pressure has cut off a lot of the blood flow and I can feel the leg going numb. In less than a minutes the pain has doubled and is now really hurting me. I try to control myself and fight off the urge to scream but the pain just keeps getting worse: MY LEG MY LEG!! YOU'RE HURTING MY LEG!!" The now very confident rookie wrestler looks down at me struggling in her leg hold "You ready to give yet? Had enough? Submit and I'll let you go come on Geo give it up, submit to me!" I grit my teeth and shake my head "NO - NO, not going to submit!" Smirking at me she says "OK, but it's going to hurt. Better give up now!!" Suddenly I'm no longer a former champion and a top contender. She's all over me, an untested rookie is pounding me senseless. I can't escape her she all over me. Suddenly the pain in my leg stops and I'm out of the Step-Over. I reach down and grab my knee it's throbbing and and very sore. For some reason Julie has stepped back and is leaning on the ropes. She seems ok but I don't understand what she's doing. As for me I'm still on the mat, unable to get to my feet. Right now I'd be an easy pin for her.
Here she comes with her arms in the air and a smile on her face. Terror overwhelms my entire body, I know this it she's coming to finish me off. What's she going to do to me? I can't lose again I'll slide out of the rankings. OH CRAP, I'm going to get beat, I'm going to lose again! Julie reaches down grabbing my arm and pulls me to my feet. Immediately she twists it up into another painful HAMMER-LOCK. OH NO-NO-NO!! I'm getting a boner. She's going to beat me, I know she's going to beat me. OH NO, it's a DEFEAT BONER!! I'm going to lose again!!" OMG, my arm hurts. If she twists ant harder she's going to break it. And now there is pain between my legs. My manhood's getting stiffer. As my DEFEAT BONER becomes rock hard. As I struggle in the HAMMER-LOCK Julie wraps her arm around my chin and adds a DRAGON NECK BREAKER to the HAMMER-LOCK she has on me. Almost instantly I can feel myself growing weaker. As my head tips back the neck-breaker turns into a DRAGON SLEEPER. Oh no she's trying to knock me out. This rookie is going to knock me out. NO NO NO!! Not a knock out. OMG!! I got to submit. She going to defeat me!! Completely overwhelmed by fear and pain I cry out my surrender to this rookie. She has defeated me and has cost me any chance I had at a title rematch. My defeat is total and complete:
"PLEASE Julie PLEASE Let me go. I submit-I submit!! OH NO DON'T KNOCK ME OUT!! You've beaten me. I GIVE UP!! I GIVE UP!!"
I've surrendered but she still has me. She's not going to let me go. "Why-why does she still have me? I've got to get out of this. I don't want to be knocked out!!" I look up at the ref questioningly she just shrugs and says, "She can try to knock you out if she wants to." NO-NO, that's just what she's going to do knock me out. I got to get out of this, get away grab the ropes and break the hold. What's wrong with me? I'm so weak, my arms are so heavy. Julie still has me locked up. Her arm is still wrapped around my neck and my arm is bent up behind me. "No strength left. I can't mover her arm, she's got me oh dear god she's got me. The only thing left that I can do is beg:
"PLEASE Julie PLEASE I'm finished, you've beaten me. LET ME GO!! OH PLEASE LET ME GO!! I'm begging you, don't knock me out."
Those are my last words in this match. A few seconds later I slip into unconsciousness. Julie releases my arm and they both fall to my sides. She then let's go of my head and gently lays me out on the mat. The ref checks to see if I'm really out, but it obvious I've been KO'ED. Julie gets to her feet and raises her arms in the air. She is ecstatic, no one thought she had any chance against me. But there it is ROOKIE DEFEATS TOP CONTENDER!! Those are tomorrows headlines in the wrestling press. By lunch time I'll be a has been and everyone will know I've been defeated again. My third defeat in the last 3 months. I've lost the title and now I've lost my ranking. But of course I'm not thinking about that yet. I'm not really thinking about anything right now, I'm lying in the middle of the ring out cold. It's been almost three minutes since the bell rang ending the match but I have yet to move. And it looks like I'm not going to anytime soon. My arms are at my sides and my legs are spread apart and did I mention that I have a gigantic DEFEAT BONER between my legs. Apparently you do not have to be conscious to get a boner. If I was not wearing a thong that thing would poke a hole right thru my nylon catsuit. Well here comes the big announcement, I won't hear it because I'm still knocked out.
Wrestling fans. the winner of this match by submission and knock out Julie O' Hanlen
Well there you have it, I've been defeated again only this time it is by a rookie in only her fourth match. I would be completely humiliated by this defeat if I knew or remembered it happened. However, Idon't. At least not yet. Young Julie o' Hanlen has gotten the cheers of the fans and has returned to her corner. As the victorious wrestler she could leave the ring now but I guess she wants to see how long it takes me to wake up. Finally help arrives. Three med-tecs enter the ring and head for me. They kneel down and begin to asses my condition. Quickly they determine that I am completely unconscious and need to be revived. What a totally humbling position for a former champion and the # 4 contender to be in. I'm stretched out on the mat. My legs are spread wide apart. My arms lay uselessly at my sides, I have a huge stiff defeat boner and I am unmoving.
The female med-tec looks at me and is astonished : WOW! Look at the size of that thing. ONG,
he's hard as a rock. What happened to him?
One of the experienced guys fills her in: He got beat that's what happened to him. He's got a humongous defeat boner. She must have really crushed him.
I've never seen one that big. How long will it last?
Well, I've heard that if a guy gets beat really bad they can last for hours. And from what I've see this guy got his ass handed to him.
But he's a former champion and a big star in the league. How did he get beat so bad?
He ran into someone tougher than he is. Ok, let's go we have to get him awake and on his feet.
The med-tecs begin to work on me and after several minuets I slowly begin to regain consciousness. My eyes flutter open and my arms and leg begin to twitch. Finally I am totally awake. However as with most knock out holds I have little memory of what happened.
Geo: what happened? Is the match over? Who won, did I win?
Med-tec: WIN!! Are you kidding? You got crushed. That rookie beat you bad. You submitted to her and then she knocked you out.
Geo: KNOCKED ME OUT?? She knocked me out?
Med-tec: Yea man she knock you out. You've been defeated. The match is over, you lost!!
After almost five minutes the med-tecs get me up and I head back to my dressing room. Slowly I untie my black boots and take them off. I carefully wiggle out of my black bodystocking. "I've lost again. What is wrong with me. I can't keep losing. I've got to win a match!! In the shower all I can think about is the end of my career.