Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Entry 3

I'm announced to the ring to an incredible, deafening chorus of jeers. I've done my job well. Big Mac comes next to an even louder reception, but the opposite of mine. The match starts and I reach expecting a normal start but with a quick snatch and pull of my arm I fly to the other side of the ring, followed by his running body splash in the corner and then a quick bulldog. All a bit stiff, I wonder what the hell? "Gotta sell the feud, partner" he whispers. I'm going to miss working with this guy.

True to form I weather his offensive storm and continue to dominate most of the match, but never quite enough to put him away. One of the most beautiful things about wrestling is seeing, feeling the audience live and die with each move. The massive energy when Mac leaps off the top for a Five Star Frog Splash, followed by the air leaving the building when I rolled and left him to fall and got in my famous cloverleaf. Then it built again and got more electric as he inched, scraped for the ropes, the crowd screaming in encouragement as the sweat rolled down his muzzle and over his pained expression, looking the part as if I really was ripping his legs out of their sockets.

He gets hold of the ropes, I roar in anger and disbelief, and then I feel his ankle wriggle meaning it's go home time. I look around to sell the exasperation and the timekeeper is tapping the pencil, eraser down, on the table. Yep, it's time for the big finish. I keep the hold and the ref keeps count until he slaps my nose, causing me to release the hold and stare daggers at him. As Mac starts to stand up, shaky, using the ropes for support, I punt his stomach, and piledrive him square in the middle with the pin.

He doesn't give up, his shoulder popping with the ref's hand an inch from counting three, the crowd screaming in delight so loud I can't even hear the ref talking even though he's nose-to-nose with me. He gives a light shove to back me off, then I crack my knuckles, and powerbomb him, getting the crowd more angry than they've been tonight. I slide out of the ring, knock over the timekeeper and take his chair. Time to end this. As I get back in with the chair and wind up to crack Mac's skull with it he gets the surprise dropkick, sending it into my face. I should have remembered to turn my head.

Now Mac has the chair and points at me as I sit up, the crowd screaming in unison "You!" The chair flies, I get my hand up and it sounds like a bomb going off. I drop as if killed, the crowd builds to a crescendo once more, and it was all slow motion as Mac lept off the top, performed that beautiful backflip and hit the shooting star press. The referee barely regains his senses, crawling over just in time to count his pin. The crowd knows this is it, One... Two... They hold their breath.

Three!

It's the day after I dropped the belt to Big Mac, and I did it clean. He was the happiest I'd seen him to have his championship moment in his hometown of all places. I remember Papa telling me about when he won the World's Heavyweight Championship, the one that you carry around the nation to defend. The kind of joy and raw emotion he told to me long ago seemed to be reflected in Mac as he finally got to hold that belt in his arms for the first time. He's an amazing talent and will be holding that belt for a lot longer than not I feel.

Professional wrestling works on what's known as a territory system. Gryphus the Terrible, Papa's former tag partner and rival who trained me, likened it to how corporate franchising works for, say, fast food. A promoter will start a wrestling show in a place that isn't a part of an existing territory, will pay a small fee and join the de facto national body, the GWE (Global Wrestling Enterprise).

As a member association you can use the GWE name and such to help give your promotion legitimacy and honor, you get a vote in their annual forum for all businesses matters, get a vote on who becomes/stays world champion, as well as you're guaranteed dates with their world champion. In return you promise to never run in competition to another promotion, to honor all decisions made by the voting body, to recognize their champ as the only true world champion, and to not defame or cause harm upon the GWE name.

The World's Heavyweight Champion is chosen by the voting body, jokingly called the conclave, and he travels through all the territories to defend the title. They don't pick just anyone for the spot, they want someone who's legitimately tough and can keep his title in case an opponent goes into business for himself and tries to steal it. Also the toughness is important because it makes a joke out of the Enterprise if their world champion gets his ass beat in a bar fight. The champion also has to be skilled no matter what role, because he has to work with every territory's top wrestler, which means he has to work as either babyface or heel depending on where he is.

Now just because there's only one world champion doesn't mean that each territory can't have their own titles. Every territory's top guy usually has their version of the Equestrian National Champion, as well as World Tag Team Champions, and in some places a Ladies' Champion. They just cannot have a title that implies it's greater than the world's champion. What I dropped was the local ENC belt for the Princess' Court territory.

After the match I was in a bar by myself, as usual drinking water. Despite appearances, reputation, and my tolerance, I don't drink much. I prefer to drink for special moments, and while this night was absolutely special, it wasn't my special moment. As I sit in the bar, watching the griffon twins celebrate their tag team title win, my vision is suddenly obscured by a stunning Zebra in a black dress that left almost nothing to the imagination. "You should know that it's rude to stare, but when it's you then I don't care."

Zecora, I should have expected her to give me a send off. Boastfully I don't have many weaknesses, but zebra ladies are one of them. I feel my lips curl into a grin as my eyes trace up her figure and meet hers. She responds by coming over and sitting on my lap, legs around my sides and her facing me. Her hand is smooth as silk as it slides along my cheek. "Your show was second to none tonight. You really know how to put on a grand finale." Abandoning the rhyming as she always does for me. I try, my dear. But of course, the beauty is that I don't "try", it all just comes to me.

While many wrestlers will sit in the dressing room for hours before their match talking up every last movement, blink and breath, I keep it simple to talk over just the finish and work out everything in the ropes. Long hair is very useful for this, you can put on a match while having an idle conversation over nothing and the crowd will never suspect a thing.

Before I know it, Zecora has caused me to tap out. I'm powerless against her as she takes hold of my hand and guides me out the bar. Her hips sway hypnotically as she leads me through the quiet town, where our show drew twice the population. Imagine that, people came from all over the region to this small place to watch us. I'm lost in her spell, my eyes having never lost sight of that luscious ass as she guides us back to my hotel. Once inside not a word is spoken as I shed my shirt.

No sooner is my scarred chest exposed that her soft lips touch below my sternum in a delicate kiss. Her hands find my shoulders as her lips kiss my chest again and then one more kiss, this time on my lips as I was looking down at her. My hand drops the zipper on the back of her dress. She next guides me over to the bed, sitting me on the edge before she once more sits in my lap and pushes me onto my back with one of her powerful kisses. I slide back onto the bed fully and lean my head up.

Her hands find each of the dress's straps, sliding each one down the shoulder with a flick, her eyes never leaving me even for an instant. She turns around to show me her rear as she slides the dress slowly and seductively down her figure. She wasn't wearing any lingerie underneath but the dress was so tight on her body that I already knew.

She turns to face me once more, her left arm over her bust and right over her marehood. She takes two slow steps forward and kneels, undoing my pants and sliding them off. I had also eschewed underwear, which caused my already hard stallionhood to be laid bare on my stomach for her. With a smile of lust, her hands find my thighs and pull her face up close to my erection, allowing her breathing to tease it.

I desire nothing more at that moment than to grab her by the hair and force it into her wanting mouth, but she's trained me so well that my hands remain at my sides as she traces her hands around it, her hot breath teasing so much that the sensation is almost painful. Zecora knows exactly what she's doing, and what felt like an eternity later, she purrs Such a good boy and finally rewards my patience, her hands grasping my length and holding it up so her open mouth could take it in.

She has trained me very well, her mouth and tongue travel up and down every centimeter as one hand rubs the base and the other hand supports my balls, but despite the warm sensation and pleasure coursing through me I don't even for an instant consider finishing so early. It's been months since I've had anything, but despite my celibacy, my endurance is as good as ever. Her mouth slides off and both hands squeeze and slide along my length as her mouth envelops my orbs, her eyes once again finding mine.

As she lifts her mouth off, her hands slide me back against the headboard and making me sit up to face her as she mounts me. Her hands admire my figure once more, resting under my chin as she kisses me, her hot slit pressed against my begging cock. She keeps her nose against mine as her hips lift up, her right hand uprights my length and causes the tip to press between her folds, and then her hips lower to take my length in. A hot moan of lust escapes her lips, my hands running down her back and coming to rest on her rump.

Her eyes don't leave mine as her hips slowly lift herself up and push back down my length, I can feel her ass twitching and flexing in my firm grip. The more I squeeze and pull the cheeks apart, the faster she goes, and the more I feel her approach climax. As I feel her shiver and hear her moan with increasing frequency, I lean down, my mouth taking in her breast. I can feel her pleasure increase even further as my sucking tugs softly on the breast, with my tongue brushing over and flicking the hard nipple. Her arms squeeze around the back of my head and she whispers into my ear K... Kovanaya...

I don't know why I find it so arousing when she says my true name, I suspect because of the raw intimacy, but it got the reaction she wanted as my hands released her ass and squeezed her torso against mine as I again found myself in a struggle to avoid my own climax. She can barely get any words out as she whispers once more Kovanaya... I'm gonna cum...

My head lifts off her breasts, licking up her neck and my mouth pressing against hers, and the both of us finish together. Her walls tighten around my stallionhood and she leaks her feminine fluids all over it as I release my inhibitions and fill her insides with thick, scalding rope after rope of my seed. I didn't worry then and I don't worry now about a baby, we both know each other enough to know that we wouldn't want one, at the very least not now. With our final sighs of pleasure escaping at nearly the exact moment, we both fall back onto the bed.

I finally feel myself starting to go soft after what felt like hours and she lifts off me. I'm going to miss these moments, she whispers through her accent. I'm one of the few who is privileged enough to hear her thick accent, as she is one of the few who gets to hear mine. The intimacy is so deep during our afterglow moments, I find it remarkable that I haven't yet been moved to tears from it. I answer back I will too..

That's where our night ended, holding each other close. Though I got a full night's sleep, it really didn't feel like I slept a bit. Leaving my home territory is always difficult, but in the end we know it's for the best. Besides, it's not goodbye after all, it's just Until we meet again.