Wrestling Novels & Stories

Maybe this was the right time to loosen up a bit. My phone beeped on the small table in my room. I picked it and saw that it was a message from WWE saying they were having a training combat this evening. The training was meant to get us prepared for an entertainment match in New York next week. I changed into a pair of yellow sweatshirt that had a slit cut in the middle then pulled up in a baggy pajamas before combing my wig and padding out of the room.

I let my mouth free once more, "What? You think? Because I am a girl, you need to go easy on me?? Come on, bring it on!!" The beast that asked laughs, takes his shirt off and makes his way into the small circle. Another beast makes his way into the circle and stands between us. He bows and says, "I'm Brett..." He then steps back into his fighting stance. I bow and step back, the beast in between us, then says, "Full contact?" We both nod and he continues, "But nothing to draw blood and the first one to put their opponent on the ground 3 times wins!" He then places his hand between us and then says,

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

" Somehow, wrestling was one of those boy-school sports he did because somehow he's managed to roll us, pinning me underneath him despite the weight difference. But my arms are loose so I reach up and put them around his waist and use the motion to roll us over again, gravel digging in here, there, and everywhere. I sit on his stomach, above his hips, and can feel him kicking his legs out behind me. Instead of hitting me again, he's attempting to squirm free using his hands so I wrap one hand around his wrists and pin them above his head. He winces at the surprise movement and starts. Fucking. Talking. Again.

We wrestled fiercely, our bodies locked in a struggle that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. I know what he did, he intentionally weakened me by injuring my ribs, because he knew that since I was young I knew how to swerve the last will of combat, even better than him, that was why he intentionally made me weak and bruise so that I won’t be able to pull my final stunts. I was frustrated, I should have known better that he would do anything to win whether it was cheating or hurting me.

There was a lot of disapproving noise, making him wonder what was going on. He looked ahead in the wrestling ring that was still shown on the large LED screens around. In the course of the fight, a wrestler almost won when someone from the crew of wrestlers ran into the ring with a foldable chair, swinging it on the head of the man who almost won. The man fell unconscious, attracting thumb downs and jeers from the crowd.

The elders took their positions in front of the crowd as they waited for the wrestlers to arrive. The first match of the day was between two young men who were in their mid-twenties. The men came out separately, in their own war-like style. They hit their chests with rigid bare hands and danced to the wrestling drums before clutching hands together to indicate a fair game. The first match started with a whistle, and the wrestlers locked hands immediately. They held each other firmly in the shoulders, circling and moving their muscles to the fast beats coming from the drum. They pushed and pulled for a long time until the whistle was blown again, signalling a d

I ducked, drove my shoulder into his ribs, and sent him stumbling backward into a parked car. The tall guy was faster than he looked. His fist caught me in the jaw, snapping my head back. Stars exploded behind my eyes, but I stayed on my feet. Wrestling has taught me how to take a hit and keep moving. I drove my elbow up into his solar plexus,I felt the air rush out of him in a wheeze. He doubled over, and I brought my knee up toward his face. He managed to block it with his forearms, but the impact sent him staggering back.

He lands hard on his back. Rising to his feet, he lets out his own Alpha growl. We’re now in a full-on Alpha royal rumble. He runs at me and punches me in the face. I uppercut his jaw and he stumbles back. We clash in a wrestling standoff. I get the upper hand and kick him. Sending him flying into another house. He runs out and hits me in the chest with his shoulder, sending us both into the ground. The ground shakes at the impact. We roll and I get on top, landing punches to his face.