TheCrimsonRisk
Ryonani Teamster
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2010
Aleah James (WWE NXT) is going to be a massive star someday, book it. Tried something different here.
Aleah James - Aleah's Anguish
The match had gone poorly, to say the least.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Aleah didn’t remember all of it, though the worst parts were starting to come back to her: Getting her back repeatedly cracked over her opponent’s knee. The submission holds that had her contorted into all kinds of awful shapes. How helpless she felt for the majority of the match as her larger opponent toyed with her.
Aleah didn’t know what she was thinking accepting a match with The Russian. He was so much more experienced and so much bigger. She’d done well for herself on the local London circuit, but her friends warned her not to sign on the dotted line to face the veteran, who was well known for his cruel streak.
*sigh*
The gorgeous young wrestler hadn’t even changed out of her gear as she sat in her corner of the locker room, just going over the events of the match in her head. It had started off fine, with Aleah using her speed to frustrate The Russian. She was putting on quite the show, even if she wasn’t hurting him much. However, everything turned when one of her opponent’s cornermen snagged her ankle as she was preparing for a high-flying move from the top rope. It gave The Russian time to recover and clobber her with a clothesline that changed the whole complexion of the match.
From there, The Russian absolutely brutalized Aleah’s spinal column, slamming and snapping and stretching her at will. Were it not for her extraordinary flexibility and spirit, Aleah would have been finished at multiple points in the match. As it was, it dragged on and on, much to The Russian’s delight and Aleah’s misery.
“Ooooh, that had to hurt! Damn… Aleah just got slaughtered, didn’t she?”
Aleah looked over to the other end of the locker room, where some of the girls had put her match one of the big screens. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for wrestlers to review the matches immediately after the show, but she’d hoped that they’d skip hers given what a train wreck it was. No such luck.
It didn’t help that Aleah wasn’t exactly on the best terms with her peers. In just a few short months, she’d passed most of them in popularity, and even taking into consideration the spirit of healthy competition, that was a bridge too far for some. As she walked over to join the viewing party, she could see a couple of her rivals almost shaking from excitement as they replayed Aleah’s destruction.
They jumped at the sight of Aleah nearly being powerbombed through the canvas by her massive male opponent. Aleah jumped too, especially since after that move the next section of the match was a blur. However, it started to come back to her as she watched and suddenly her cheeks got very warm.
*This next part. Is this when he… oh no!*
“Guys, can we just skip to the end, or maybe watch another match?” Aleah asked sheepishly. Her request was met with withering glares and rolling eyes.
*Maybe it wasn’t as bad as all that…*
Aleah covered her mouth to muffle a gasp when she saw herself scraped off the mat by The Russian and trapped in his infamous bearhug. He squeezed her so hard, from the outside looking in now Aleah was amazed that her spine and ribs were still intact. The perverse look on his face she remembered all too well. And as the scene played out, the reason for that look became abundantly clear.
During the fight, Aleah convinced herself that she was just imagining the horrible sensation of something long and stiff jabbing between her legs. Now, it was impossible to ignore: The Russian had a massive hard-on from wrestling her and as he held her tight, he intentionally positioned her so that she was riding on it.
“Turn it off,” Aleah said. “Turn if off, please.” Despite her request, she was as transfixed on the action as much as the other girls, though they were enjoying it much more than she was. They started to point and laugh, looking back at Aleah with a knowing glance. If they were trying to shame her, they were doing a fine job of it.
“AAAAAAAAAHHH!” Aleah’s screams emanated from the speakers, forcing the wrestler to listen to them all over again. To relive that moment of sheer helplessness. The hug had Aleah wiggling and squirming, pushing desperately against the hulking arms that slowly crushed her. The reaction from the crowd was captured as well. The fans’ gaze crawled over her luscious body, from her teasing stockings, to her flawless hips, to her sweat-soaked midriff and youthful breasts.
*Did I really let this happen? I am I that weak?* Aleah thought, filled with doubt.
She barely recognized herself when she looked at her own face. Her eyes were dim, flickering open only with the hope that she might find mercy in The Russian’s eyes. There was none.
Even among the roar of the crowd, the ringside microphones picked up the creaks and groans coming from Aleah’s back. He really put the squeeze on her. It was unlike anything Aleah had ever had to endure and just watching it made her want to cry all over again. She wondered why she hadn’t just given up.
And the whole time Aleah was bearhugged, The Russian’s spandex-covered shaft encroached further and further until it was nestled firmly between her ass cheeks. The grotesque visual drew more giggles from the mean girls, who dropped any illusions of camaraderie and just started taunting Aleah.
“Bet you never been with a guy that big before!”
“Mmmh… I wish that were me. Did that feel as good as it looks?”
“Hey Aleah, did he at least buy ya dinner first?”
Aleah wanted to scream or slap them all, but she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“AAAAAAHNNNNOOO PLEEEEEEEASE!”
Another embarrassing noise came from the on-screen version of Aleah, though the screaming may as well have been coming from inside her own head. It was real and caught on camera from dozens of angles, The Russian squeezing her into submission and forcing her to just take it as his shaft rubbed against her.
“Stop it!” Aleah shouted in anguish, which finally caused one of the girls to pause the video. “Just stop it. Isn’t that enough?”
The girls looked at each other for a moment… then broke into a shared laugh again. “Nah!” One of them said snidely before not just resuming the replay, but rewinding to the very beginning of the bearhug sequence.
In tears, Aleah retreated back to her corner of the locker room and planted herself on the floor with her back to the nearest wall and her knees pulled up against her body. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed, which went unnoticed by the girls. They simply turned up the volume until the sound of Aleah’s pitiful moaning could be heard out in the hallway.
Aleah James - Aleah's Anguish
The match had gone poorly, to say the least.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Aleah didn’t remember all of it, though the worst parts were starting to come back to her: Getting her back repeatedly cracked over her opponent’s knee. The submission holds that had her contorted into all kinds of awful shapes. How helpless she felt for the majority of the match as her larger opponent toyed with her.
Aleah didn’t know what she was thinking accepting a match with The Russian. He was so much more experienced and so much bigger. She’d done well for herself on the local London circuit, but her friends warned her not to sign on the dotted line to face the veteran, who was well known for his cruel streak.
*sigh*
The gorgeous young wrestler hadn’t even changed out of her gear as she sat in her corner of the locker room, just going over the events of the match in her head. It had started off fine, with Aleah using her speed to frustrate The Russian. She was putting on quite the show, even if she wasn’t hurting him much. However, everything turned when one of her opponent’s cornermen snagged her ankle as she was preparing for a high-flying move from the top rope. It gave The Russian time to recover and clobber her with a clothesline that changed the whole complexion of the match.
From there, The Russian absolutely brutalized Aleah’s spinal column, slamming and snapping and stretching her at will. Were it not for her extraordinary flexibility and spirit, Aleah would have been finished at multiple points in the match. As it was, it dragged on and on, much to The Russian’s delight and Aleah’s misery.
“Ooooh, that had to hurt! Damn… Aleah just got slaughtered, didn’t she?”
Aleah looked over to the other end of the locker room, where some of the girls had put her match one of the big screens. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for wrestlers to review the matches immediately after the show, but she’d hoped that they’d skip hers given what a train wreck it was. No such luck.
It didn’t help that Aleah wasn’t exactly on the best terms with her peers. In just a few short months, she’d passed most of them in popularity, and even taking into consideration the spirit of healthy competition, that was a bridge too far for some. As she walked over to join the viewing party, she could see a couple of her rivals almost shaking from excitement as they replayed Aleah’s destruction.
They jumped at the sight of Aleah nearly being powerbombed through the canvas by her massive male opponent. Aleah jumped too, especially since after that move the next section of the match was a blur. However, it started to come back to her as she watched and suddenly her cheeks got very warm.
*This next part. Is this when he… oh no!*
“Guys, can we just skip to the end, or maybe watch another match?” Aleah asked sheepishly. Her request was met with withering glares and rolling eyes.
*Maybe it wasn’t as bad as all that…*
Aleah covered her mouth to muffle a gasp when she saw herself scraped off the mat by The Russian and trapped in his infamous bearhug. He squeezed her so hard, from the outside looking in now Aleah was amazed that her spine and ribs were still intact. The perverse look on his face she remembered all too well. And as the scene played out, the reason for that look became abundantly clear.
During the fight, Aleah convinced herself that she was just imagining the horrible sensation of something long and stiff jabbing between her legs. Now, it was impossible to ignore: The Russian had a massive hard-on from wrestling her and as he held her tight, he intentionally positioned her so that she was riding on it.
“Turn it off,” Aleah said. “Turn if off, please.” Despite her request, she was as transfixed on the action as much as the other girls, though they were enjoying it much more than she was. They started to point and laugh, looking back at Aleah with a knowing glance. If they were trying to shame her, they were doing a fine job of it.
“AAAAAAAAAHHH!” Aleah’s screams emanated from the speakers, forcing the wrestler to listen to them all over again. To relive that moment of sheer helplessness. The hug had Aleah wiggling and squirming, pushing desperately against the hulking arms that slowly crushed her. The reaction from the crowd was captured as well. The fans’ gaze crawled over her luscious body, from her teasing stockings, to her flawless hips, to her sweat-soaked midriff and youthful breasts.
*Did I really let this happen? I am I that weak?* Aleah thought, filled with doubt.
She barely recognized herself when she looked at her own face. Her eyes were dim, flickering open only with the hope that she might find mercy in The Russian’s eyes. There was none.
Even among the roar of the crowd, the ringside microphones picked up the creaks and groans coming from Aleah’s back. He really put the squeeze on her. It was unlike anything Aleah had ever had to endure and just watching it made her want to cry all over again. She wondered why she hadn’t just given up.
And the whole time Aleah was bearhugged, The Russian’s spandex-covered shaft encroached further and further until it was nestled firmly between her ass cheeks. The grotesque visual drew more giggles from the mean girls, who dropped any illusions of camaraderie and just started taunting Aleah.
“Bet you never been with a guy that big before!”
“Mmmh… I wish that were me. Did that feel as good as it looks?”
“Hey Aleah, did he at least buy ya dinner first?”
Aleah wanted to scream or slap them all, but she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
“AAAAAAHNNNNOOO PLEEEEEEEASE!”
Another embarrassing noise came from the on-screen version of Aleah, though the screaming may as well have been coming from inside her own head. It was real and caught on camera from dozens of angles, The Russian squeezing her into submission and forcing her to just take it as his shaft rubbed against her.
“Stop it!” Aleah shouted in anguish, which finally caused one of the girls to pause the video. “Just stop it. Isn’t that enough?”
The girls looked at each other for a moment… then broke into a shared laugh again. “Nah!” One of them said snidely before not just resuming the replay, but rewinding to the very beginning of the bearhug sequence.
In tears, Aleah retreated back to her corner of the locker room and planted herself on the floor with her back to the nearest wall and her knees pulled up against her body. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed, which went unnoticed by the girls. They simply turned up the volume until the sound of Aleah’s pitiful moaning could be heard out in the hallway.
