Fanfiction Wrestling Novels & Stories

Aiden said with full seriousness. " Bullshit." I thought and smiled at Bethany. We did the plank exercise and I was already sweating. I couldn't even feel my spine anymore. " I pray I don't suffer after all this." Bethany said and I laughed. She was the black girl. " I need a volunteer for a wrestling match." Lauren said and Martha stepped aside smiling sharply. She's weird. " Alright, I don't like her." I said in my mind. Lauren positioned and gave Martha a sudden punch she wasn't expecting. Martha groaned and held her nose.

It's been 11 days now, and Caspian couldn't stop thinking about Aurora; however, he swore not to have anything to do with her again, especially whenever he remembered the pictures of Aurora lying down in indecent positions with another man. As usual, he sat watching the television in his sitting room. The news suddenly displayed a wrestling competition and those representing it. He had never had any interest in wrestling or anything related to it, but he felt weak that day as thoughts of Aurora and his beautiful romantic moments with her before the issues surfaced. He couldn't change the channel and decided to watch what the wrestling news was all about.

The tension was thick—the kind that sent a thrill down anyone’s spine. Inside the ring, two muscular men threw fists at each other, each brutal hit landing with deadly impact against bare skin. Every strike electrified the audience. Ethan sat with his mouth slightly parted in shock. Aren’t they being too brutal at this point? His father had always told him wrestling was staged, but this? This was too real. Wrestling isn’t supposed to have blood. Not a drop. But this— The ring was already bathed in it. No wonder the bouncer at the entrance had asked him so many weird questions, despite Eric handling everything.

They rolled, fists flying. Crunch— Hercules bit into Cain's knuckles so hard that blood splattered onto the concrete. He spat out the mess—along with two of his own loose teeth—before launching himself back into the fight. I nudged Jared. "Holy shit, I'm up for a good fight and all, but this looks kind of brutal." Jared nodded. "The people love it more than soap operas." "You think they're alright?" I asked, uneasy. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I heard bones break. And there's so much blood. You think it's all fake, like WWE?"

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

His muscles ripple beneath his tight-fitting shirt, evidence of years spent honing his craft. I watch his every move, studying his technique, trying to anticipate his next action. But he is an enigma, a formidable opponent who keeps his secrets well-guarded. With a swift motion, he lunges forward, his arms reaching out to grapple with mine. I brace myself, feeling the force of his impact reverberate through my body. Our intertwined limbs form a tangled dance, each move a calculated step in the intricate choreography of wrestling. The room echoes with the sounds of our efforts—a symphony of heavy breaths and grunts, the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the mat.

I put on a serious look. Lucien grunted and ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily. “Okay. Yeah. I’m hiding things from you. The wrestling he talks about is about me and me.” I jerked up from the bed with a bemused look. “Why would you two want to fight?” I bellowed. “That's so stupid and immature of you two.” “I’m sorry but I'll have to put up with this wrestling.” he laughed, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s nothing serious. Just a playful match to win a competition.”

Dominic admitted. “My prick is so minute, my ex girlfriend called it invisible. Whenever we had sex, she just lay still, rolling her eyes or fiddling her phone in the middle of our heated intercourse. She always said to tell her when I'm done tickling her and would hand me a vibrator afterwards, to give her the real deal” Axel said and the guys roared in laughter. “Poor lady. What mental damage you must have caused her with your pathetic insignificant… maggot!” Anna scolded him and he looked down in embarrassment.

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.