Touring the Indies

Before I tell you my tales of running through some of the most beautiful female wrestlers on the independent scene, a little background on me. I won't tell you my real name, and in this series, I will refer to myself (and the women) by their ring names. I wrestled under the name Rocky Bigg. I say "wrestled" because a back injury forced me to retire at age twenty-eight. I was a bit over six feet, around 250 pounds with short, black hair.

I benefited from years of learning from some of the best and have been able to turn that into a traveling trainer job with several companies, basically every major United States company besides WWE. I will not go too far into detail as to what I do as I don't want to bore you. Let's just say that I have direct physical access to almost every wrestler, male or female, that I want, and I have the reputation and pull with my promoter friends to get people to do what I want. That is what leads us to this. I will tell you some of my favorite tales of some of my favorite scores. Some may sound unrealistic but it's what happened, I swear.

Since I am not sure if I'll have any access to All Elite Wrestling, I'll start with one of the girls signed there. I should say that these stories are not in chronological order, so do not try and create a timeline. There also some pretty short stories, like this one. Anyway, this woman has two different ring names but for this story's purpose, she's Allie.

My story of Allie was pretty recent. I was working with RISE the week before Wrestlemania. Allie was not scheduled to compete, but she did a run in to set up a match later on. This story all takes place once the show went off the air.

I had been friendly with her for a while, so there was no effort needed when it came to starting conversations with her, like there will be in future stories with other women. I could tell that something was bothering her all day. I had seen her before the show and she just seemed distant, almost like she did not want to be there. I did not want to do anything to upset her before the show, so I left her alone. Once the show was over, she ran past me, seemingly on the edge of tears and into the men's room of the Berwyn Eagles Club.

Since it really would not have been weird for me, a man, to enter the men's room, I followed her about a minute later. I saw an "out of order" sign sitting on the floor so quickly, I slid it on the outside door handle and locked the door.

There was no mistaking Allie being in there as her cries filled the bathroom. I followed my ear to one of two locked stalls. I looked under the door and only saw one pair of feet.

"You okay in there?" I asked, lightly knocking on the door.

"Get out of the ladies room!" she yelled.

"You're in the men's room, Allie," I said.

"Shit," she replied. "Sorry, I just needed some alone time, so I ran into the first room I saw."

"Everything okay?" I asked, leaning against the door.

"I wish," she said. "My husband is being an asshole today. I swear he is the most jealous motherfucker on the planet. He is so pissed that AEW didn't sign him too."

"Wow, that's pretty dickish," I said, my cock growing as the idea of what I wanted to do started to enter my head. "Maybe if he was a better wrestler, he'd get signed."

"That's pretty dickish too," she replied. "I mean, it's really fucking true though. He's not good. If not for me, he'd opening up VFW shows in front of seventeen people."

"You know you don't have to put up with his shit," I said. "You're too good of a person to have to put up with it."

"I'm not that good," she said.

"Bullshit," I replied. "I've met thousands of wrestlers and you are top five in the 'good person' category, hands down."

"You're too kind," She said, audibly giggling. "What should I do?"

"Well if he is such a jealous person, you should give him a reason to be jealous," I said, starting to shoot my shot.

"How so?" she asked, sounding confused.

"Answer me one question, do you fully love him?" I asked.

"Honestly, ever since he left Impact, I've kinda seen life without him and I kinda like it," she explained. "I have been so tempted to leave him for a while but something inside of me is holding me back."

"You need to let go of it," I said, as I played with the handle. "Best way to do it is fill what he gives you with someone else, even if temporary."

"I think I understand what you are saying," she said. "But you know what else I figured out?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"If you wanted to talk me into fucking you, you didn't have to play Dr. Phil," she said, causing me to freeze.

The door to the stall unlocked and Allie walked up to me, brushing her dyed-dark hair out of her puffy post-cry eyes.

"When I told you he was an asshole, had you just asked to fuck me, I would've said yes," she said, staring into my eyes.

Allie's hands went to my jeans, fondling my rock-hard cock through the denim. Her lips drew close to mine, meeting in a soft kiss. She gave my cock a squeeze before she stepped back.

"We don't have much time right now, so let's make this quick and the next time we're at a show together, we can book a room and make it a night," she said, pulling her tight, black yoga pants and flesh-colored thong down over her plump ass. "Please fuck the bunny."

I quickly unzipped and pulled my pants down while she bent over a sink, resting her face on the mirror. My almost-six-inch cock sprung out and tapped her on the cheek. I rubbed the head across her asshole and pussy, back and forth for a few seconds before inching into her pussy.

"Fuck," she moaned as every bit of me disappeared into her tight, wet cunt.

I gripped Allie's hips tight (not before giving each cheek a nice, stiff slap) digging my fingers into her muscle and proceed to give a nice, slow fucking (at first). I loved hearing her satisfied moans echo in the empty bathroom while I watched her pleasured face in the mirror. Her beautiful brown eyes were half open, rolling back into her head a bit with each forward thrust inside her.

Allie looked over her shoulder at me, giving me the same heavenly look, nibbling on her bottom. She started to lift her shirt up to let her girls breathe. Allie had not bothered to put a bra on after the show, not that I was complaining. Her big, beautiful breasts swung free as I picked up the pace to watch them move. Allie held the bottom of her shirt in her mouth, freeing her hands to grab herself. She hugged her breasts tight until I pulled her arms back, wanting to see them swing for a minute.

I spun Allie around and picked her up. I carried her over to a locked stall door and gently pushed her against it. She wrapped her legs around my bare ass as my cock re-entered her waiting cunt. I pinned her wrists above her head and went as hard and fast as I could. My eyes kept shifting from her gorgeous face to her bouncing breasts.

I pulled the shirt out of Allie's mouth and let it rest atop her chest. I pressed my sweaty forehead to her equally sweaty forehead and stared into her loving eyes. We shared a few quick kisses but it was hard with how fast she was bouncing. I felt something brewing in my balls that was telling me that this quickie was about to end. As much as I wanted to make this last, I knew we could not stay in here long.

I pulled out of Allie and gently rested her on her knees. I took my throbbing cock in my hand and violently stroked myself. She pulled her shirt off and pressed her breasts together while giving me an intensely sexy look. The dark-haired beauty slowly licked her upper lip while twirling her fingers over each nipple. I could not hold off any longer.

The first shot of cum hit her on the chin, making her laugh. The next went high and plastered her cheek while the rest of my hot cum landed upon the voluptuous mounds.

"Cum all over my tits, baby," she moaned, the dripping cum on her chin hanging about an inch down.

I sprayed Allie's tits in a coat of salty glaze until my cock should glaze no more. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh before she took my dick in her mouth and sucked out any leftover sperm.

We relaxed for a few seconds before I handed her some toilet paper to clean up. She chose to scoop the cum with her finger and drink as much as she could before she wiped herself down. We dressed pretty quickly and just stood there staring at each other for a while.

"I just cheated on my husband," she said, fixing her hair in the mirror. "And I have never felt more alive!"

"I hope we work a show together soon, I would love to spend a long night with you anywhere but an old restroom," I said, adjusting my pants before giving her a kiss.

I checked outside and saw that the building was pretty empty, so we both exited together. By the time she grabbed her stuff, I was back leaving the building. Everyone knows she's married, so leaving together would've looked bad if anyone saw us.

So that was the first story I have to tell. I quickly tamed the bunny inside the bathroom of an Eagles Club. Not the most romantic story but you should be warned, most of these aren't. The next two will actually be from a few months ago when I worked RISE 10. I encountered royalty and had some fun with two queens: Jinny and Madison Rayne.