CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"I want to be a wrestler," she said.
"You got a dick?" he asked, without missing a beat.
"I want you to train me," she said, trying to stay strong. Any sign of weakness and she'd have chance...
"I don't think you have a dick," he said, looking her up and down.
"You've trained women before," she said.
"No, I've trained a woman. Just one. And you look like a little girl to me, not a woman. How tall are you?"
"I'm...five foot six," she lied, trying to look taller. He didn't believe it for a moment.
"Regina was pushing six foot, she was bigger than a lot of the guys. You're a shrimp, barely five foot," she started to protest but he wouldn't let her, "get the hell out of here."
"I've been training myself all my life, I know how to bump..."
"Oh yeah? Get in the ring with those two," he said, pointing to the ring where two large men were wrestling.
"I'm not dressed for it..."
"Do you want to be a wrestler or not? Get in the ring!" She did. It was the wrong thing to do, she knew it with every step, but she got in the ring. The two guys looked a bit confused. "Give her a fucking double powerbomb," he said.
"Are you sure..." one of them started.
"OF COURSE I'M FUCKING SURE!" She didn't wait to be instructed, she positioned herself with one of the guys so he could powerbomb her, her head between his legs. "You could suck his dick down there!" laughed the trainer.
The first guy scooped her up for the powerbomb and, when she was held high up, the other grabbed her shoulders and together they slammed her down to the mat. It hurt, it hurt her whole body. She felt like vomitting for a moment, but then another thought took over. That wasn't so bad.
"Now give her a proper one! Don't go easy on her because she's a little girl!"
"But that was a proper one..."
"If you don't powerbomb the shit out of that girl then I'll never pass your worthless asses and get you a booking! DO IT."
She positioned herself again. They scooped her up...then slammed her down as hard as they could. Much of the impact was on her neck. She nearly passed out, but found herself lying in pain on the mat instead. She tried to move her legs, in an attemtp to get up. She couldn't. For a moment she panicked, she wanted to scream for help. But she took a deep breath and tried again. She managed to get to her feet, stumbled, and fell half was back down. One of the other trainees offered her a hand, but she refused and pulled herself up. She looked into the trainer's eyes, defiantly.
"Now hit her with a fucking chair," he said, unimpressed.
Three hours later he agreed to train her. She thanked him, walked outside, and spat up blood all over the pavement.
"You got a dick?" he asked, without missing a beat.
"I want you to train me," she said, trying to stay strong. Any sign of weakness and she'd have chance...
"I don't think you have a dick," he said, looking her up and down.
"You've trained women before," she said.
"No, I've trained a woman. Just one. And you look like a little girl to me, not a woman. How tall are you?"
"I'm...five foot six," she lied, trying to look taller. He didn't believe it for a moment.
"Regina was pushing six foot, she was bigger than a lot of the guys. You're a shrimp, barely five foot," she started to protest but he wouldn't let her, "get the hell out of here."
"I've been training myself all my life, I know how to bump..."
"Oh yeah? Get in the ring with those two," he said, pointing to the ring where two large men were wrestling.
"I'm not dressed for it..."
"Do you want to be a wrestler or not? Get in the ring!" She did. It was the wrong thing to do, she knew it with every step, but she got in the ring. The two guys looked a bit confused. "Give her a fucking double powerbomb," he said.
"Are you sure..." one of them started.
"OF COURSE I'M FUCKING SURE!" She didn't wait to be instructed, she positioned herself with one of the guys so he could powerbomb her, her head between his legs. "You could suck his dick down there!" laughed the trainer.
The first guy scooped her up for the powerbomb and, when she was held high up, the other grabbed her shoulders and together they slammed her down to the mat. It hurt, it hurt her whole body. She felt like vomitting for a moment, but then another thought took over. That wasn't so bad.
"Now give her a proper one! Don't go easy on her because she's a little girl!"
"But that was a proper one..."
"If you don't powerbomb the shit out of that girl then I'll never pass your worthless asses and get you a booking! DO IT."
She positioned herself again. They scooped her up...then slammed her down as hard as they could. Much of the impact was on her neck. She nearly passed out, but found herself lying in pain on the mat instead. She tried to move her legs, in an attemtp to get up. She couldn't. For a moment she panicked, she wanted to scream for help. But she took a deep breath and tried again. She managed to get to her feet, stumbled, and fell half was back down. One of the other trainees offered her a hand, but she refused and pulled herself up. She looked into the trainer's eyes, defiantly.
"Now hit her with a fucking chair," he said, unimpressed.
Three hours later he agreed to train her. She thanked him, walked outside, and spat up blood all over the pavement.
