Violet Ring

Humiliation/ Non-consensual/ Spanking/ Wrestling/ Catfight/ Lesbians/ Romance/ Slow-burn/ 18+/ All characters in the story are over the age of 18. Thanks for taking the time to read! I'm a big fan of anime and their character designs so I incorporated some elements like that in this story. I've also been rolling around with the idea of nymphos wrestling but wanted to do my own spin on the concept. It's going to be a slowly released series but I ultimately hope you enjoy. -S.A.

A will beyond lust.

(Tuesday)

Whirring sounds of an active treadmill reverberated within the near unoccupied gym as Sara sprinted through her last mile of the day. Her fair skin perspired and scarlet red ponytail swayed with each stride. Numbers on the control panel helped to keep track of how far she had run and eventually the machine's belt slowed to a halt allowing her to step off its deck.

"So have you seen the new additions that Renee hired yet?" Sara asked while idly standing by, sipping water from her bottle. She'd worn a red sports bra that hugged her large double D sized breasts paired with matching red tennis shoes and black tights.

After completing the same run as her friend, a tall bronze skinned woman stepped down from her treadmill addressing the question. "No, I can't say that I have. It's pointless to keep an eye on new people. You should wait until they're a year or two into the gig to see if they even like the wrestling industry. Most people don't even make it three months since you're not allowed to have your own place, relationships are not allowed to be public, and the sport itself is way more physically demanding than what they teach in highschool." Her white spandex crop top strained against her I-cup breasts as sweat trickled down her toned abs.

"I don't know, it seems this year we have a couple of girls that look like they could make the cut. One of them seems really energetic and the other one is a real eye catcher that has alot of drive."

"Everyone who joins is like that at first. I'll be less critical of them after the Monday night Battle." Valen said while picking the pink fabric of her tight track shorts out of her ass. "That's when most people quit, they realize how hectic the job really is and don't enjoy having to show up to all of the events that they signed on for in their contract."

Both women picked up their gym bags since it seemed like they were done with legs for the day and took a seat on a bench near the exit door giving their muscles time to rest. Sara leaned back against the wall staring up at the ceiling before resuming their conversation. "I have a good feeling about these two. Especially the one with cotton candy pink hair. I think she has the potential to be a real star if she works for it. Her name was Haley if I'm not mistaken."

Valens eyebrow twitched as she had to hear about another batch of people that Sara thought were interesting for the fifth year in a row. "You say that every year. Why do rookies mean so much to you!? They generally have no talent, no skills to speak of and it takes a long time to build a name for themselves."

Pulling her attention away from the ceiling Sara looked over to her friend wondering if that was a serious question. "Because new people are how the WWA will stay relevant. Without new talent the matches would eventually become stale and I refuse to let that happen to a company I poured my blood sweat and tears into."

Valen's eyes rolled while examining her glossy manicured nails. "Don't be surprised if these girls quit too. None of them ever last. I'm gonna grab a shower and visit the salon. Next time you want to hang out, let's go grab a bite to eat or something. I hate keeping up with you on leg day. It's hell for me when I have to walk around on stage."

Her friend's plight caused Sara to smirk "I'll keep that in mind. I'll text you later."

Valen grabbed her bag as she stood up to leave. "See you later Champ."

(Wednesday)

This was one of the biggest moments in Haley's life. Today was the day that she officially signed on with the biggest female wrestling league in the world, the WWA (Women's Wrestling Alliance) and she made sure to dress modestly in just blue jeans a white t-shirt and gray hoodie since she didn't really own anything nicer. Haley had long pink hair reaching the small of her back, bright blue eyes and soft fair skin.

Several well dressed men and women representing the WWA sat around the large wooden table watching intently as the young woman signed several documents and waivers indicating that she would not sue the company should certain instances happen, that the WWA is entitled to certain percentages of anything she makes using the WWA trademark, and that she is obligated to attend a set amount appearances set up for her by the company until her probationary period expires.

Tucking some hair behind her ear as she finished signing the very last waiver Haley looked up to the crowd of people leering at her, catching a few eyes looking more towards her bountiful chest rather than at the official forms. "So is that it? Am I officially on the roster now?" she asked while nervously curling a few strands of hair around her finger.

One of the men in suits managed to make eye contact with her instead of her breasts and smiled. "Yes but it will take time to set things up for you. You need to settle on a ring name, choose your wrestling attire, and be ready to make your debut for Monday nights Battle. The general manager should get in contact with you after we leave." The man took the final form that needed to be signed, making sure everything was in order before adding it to the stacks of paper that were already in his briefcase. "Alright well it has been a pleasure to meet you Ms. Song, thank you for taking the time today to make this all official."

"Oh no. Thank you! It was lovely to meet you all!" Haley stood up along with everyone else, properly shaking each of their hands as they left.

Once all of the suits for WWA were gone, another woman wearing a tight black pencil skirt and disheveled white blouse walked through the conference room doors holding a tablet in one hand while using her other to push a pair of black rimmed glasses up her nose. "Okay now that they are finally gone I need to go over a few things with you like your moniker, ring attire and what type of other work you wanna do to advertise yourself. That last part will be especially important since we have deals with alot of businesses seeking new talent. I'll give you some time to think of an official ring name for yourself since it takes time to establish your own motif but as for the outfit you will be wearing I've already arranged a fitting session for a basic leotard but that's not going to be until tomorrow morning." She mentioned while taking a seat.

"The movers should have finished settling your furniture into your new apartment today. It's room 4B on the fifty fourth floor and your first appearance is going to be during Monday nights Battle. I'll be keeping in contact with you via email but if you need me then my office is located on the thirteenth floor. I'll email you all of that information. I'll also email you my number as well. My name is Kay and I'm the general manager for all of the wrestlers."

Most of the business that was conducted for the company seemed to all happen in the same building even confining their wrestlers to live there as well in order to keep track of them. It didn't bother Haley much though since the last place that she lived was a small trailer park with her family.

"It's nice to meet you, I hope we get to work together for a long time." The young girl smiled nervously, hoping she made a good first impression as she also took a seat while being spoken to by the very professionally well dressed woman.

Kay looked up from the screen of her tablet and smiled. "It's nice to meet you as well. You seem like a nice young lady so I just have to ask, why did you pick wrestling with the WWA to start a career?"

Continuing to twirl a few strands of hair around her finger Haley shrugged, unable to think of a solid reason to provide. "I've been a fan ever since I was sixteen years old. Being from a big family my siblings and I had to share almost everything so I never really had anything I could call mine. But the love for WWA, that's mine. Just signing on has already given me a better place to stay than where I was previously living."

"Honey, a place to live is not really a good reason to join such a demeaning sport. Are you sure this is what you want to be known for? Because I can see it now, you will be popular without a doubt. But once you step into that ring there is no going back. That's the version of you everyone will know and the public eye can be very unforgiving."

"I really want to do this." the young girl affirmed in a soft sweet tone.

Kay couldn't wrap her head around someone joining straight out of highschool just for a shot at fame but then again it's not like it hadn't worked for some of the people that were currently still working for the company. "I have another meeting to attend in five minutes so we'll talk about deals with other companies later. I'll also be emailing the details of your fitting tonight." with that she stood up and quickly made her way back out the doors she had initially stormed in through.

(Thursday)

The entire floor was dedicated just to creating outfits and props for all of the wrestlers that worked for the company. Desks lined one wall with sewing machines perched atop each one, changing rooms were located down the hallway and mannequins were scattered everywhere wearing mostly finished costumes that were clearly made for one famous superstar or another.

Haley was already occupying a room squeezing into a navy blue leotard that was provided for her to try on along with a pair of black thigh high boots that stretched around her legs. The spandex material hugged her voluptuous form accenting her curves a little too well with her I-cup breasts filling in the chest region of the costume. The outfit was more revealing than anything she had ever worn in her entire life but Haley could already tell that it would be an eye catcher and ultimately that's why she was here, to grab everyone's attention.

As she examined herself in the mirror a small commotion began to arise in the hallway and the distinct tone of a woman's voice began to rise with prickled fury. Eavesdropping would have been easy enough but Haley wanted to actually see what was transpiring and slowly began poking her head through the door.

Peeking from behind the dressing room door frame made it hard to make out certain details but Haley was able to see the woman's firm round ass, bronze tan skin and a long blonde ponytail. She seemed to have her arms crossed while scolding the tailor. "You said that you would be finished with my jacket two days ago! I have a concert tonight and now I'm screwed!"

The tailors tried to make excuses as the blonde snatched some clothing out of their hands that seemed to have been made for her. "If this doesn't fit then you and I are going to have words!!" she threatened before walking through the dressing room curtain.

There was something familiar about her voice so Haley decided to remain silent and wait for the angry woman to walk back out. "I know celebrities work here too but there's no way I just run into them randomly right!?" she muttered to herself. After a few moments passed by the curtains slid open and Haley gasped in disbelief seeing the bright magenta eyes of her favorite pop singer. "Princess!!??"

Valens gaze scanned the hallway to see who called out her stage name and saw the upper body of a large breasted girl poking out from behind one of the other dressing rooms. Immediately taking notice of the girl's cotton candy pink hair she figured that this must have been the person Sara was talking about at the gym. "Do you need something?"

Haley felt a nervous rush of adrenaline hit her immediately, the kind that you only get when meeting your celebrity crush in person. Princess was a very popular idol that not only wrestled but traveled the nation singing her melodic lyrics in concerts and large events. "No sorry. I'm just a really big fan of yours."

Valens new wrestling attire was on elegant display as she stepped out into the hall wearing a light blush colored leotard customized with a large hot pink bow on the chest, a matching hot pink skirt that barely covered her ass and white thigh high boots that squished her toned thighs. "You must be new. Come out so I can get a better look at you."

Nervously curling some hair around her finger Haley stepped out from the dressing room while avoiding direct eye contact. "I haven't actually made any alterations to my look yet. I don't really know what to go for."

Making some quick observations it seemed that the rookie didn't have a problem showing some skin. That's a good sign since wardrobe malfunctions happened alot in this business. "Actually it suits you. Whatever you end up deciding to update your costume with in the future I would recommend sticking to dark colors, it helps your brightly colored hair stand out more."

Looking up from the ground Haley felt acknowledged by someone she admired dearly. "You think so!? Okay yeah totally thanks so much for the tip!"

Valen couldn't help it as a small smirk crept across her lips. Sara was right, this girl was definitely going places. The aura she radiated was so pure and the flustered expression on her face made her look so adorable. "Your name is Haley right?"

"Uh..." Princess knew her name. Haley felt like she was on the verge of fainting right then and there. Her celebrity crush knew her name! "uhh..y..yes..that's me.." she answered softly

"You need to toughen up. Honestly when I heard about you I had my reservations" the older woman admitted while walking up to the rookie. "Do you want to know what changed my mind?"

This was all still new to Haley. She hadn't even thought about what other people's opinions of her were yet. "..w..what was it?"

"It's that you're cute. I was told recently that our company needs new talent and so far I haven't seen anyone as cute as you get hired yet."

Haley's mind raced and she didn't know whether to take that statement as a compliment or not with how the veteran wrestler spoke. "Um..thank you?..I think.."

Valen rolled her magenta eyes. "That wasn't necessarily a compliment but you're welcome to take it that way if you want. Here and now while you work for the WWA I am your peer and as such I should let you know that when you go to Monday nights Battle tournament you will be crushed. You're weak, soft, and you don't look like you have much fight in you. Honestly I'm fairly certain you were hired just to be eye candy for the crowd."

The honest truth about how the idol thought about her was a little down-putting but Haley was able to tell that she was going somewhere with the conversation.

"However" Valen continued "I am willing to train you if you're willing to learn. In fact I already have a lesson in mind before I leave. Would you like to hear it?"

The blonde's large breasts jiggled with each step and Haley did her best not to stare as the gap between the two scantily clad women slowly closed. "Uh um..yes please."

Raising her hand Valen made a circular motion using her finger giving the young girl instruction. "Turn around and face the wall."

There was something skeptical about the request but Haley acquiesced, turning around slowly wondering what kind of lesson her idol had in mind. "Like this?..."

"Just like that." Valen cooed while hooking her fingers into the bottoms of the rookie's leotard violently yanking it up her large pale ass. "You're far too trusting of people that you look up to, you need to break that habit!"

The wedgie forced Haley onto her tippy toes while leaning against the wall for support. "But we don't have to be so mean to each other outside of the ring! It's just wrestling, I was taught in highschool to leave our business in the ring!"

The blonde squished her breasts against the new girl's back while using a free hand to reach around and fondle her victims' large fleshy globes. "This isn't just a wrestling industry, this is an entertainment industry. A majority of our audience is men and we have to make sure we keep them entertained. Keep that in mind when you walk around dressed like a slut. Our business is in everything we do because our fans are part of our lives. They keep up with us online, they buy our merch, and most importantly they buy the tickets to come see us. We can't be boring and we can't just act sportsmanlike, did you think everything you saw on the TV was just for show?"

With the costume taut in her ass Haley felt a tingling sensation in her tummy and could only offer a moan as her breast was gently caressed by the idol. She was right, of course her job didn't end at the door like a regular nine to five. Being a public figure was life, grudges and enemies were real in this world especially with such a hands on sport like erotic wrestling. However there was something else alluring about the sport other than just wrestling and it was kinda scary how quickly this woman had already stroked something primal within her. Would everyone that she faced be like this? Would they all be this exciting? "I thought you liked my outfit...how am I dressed like a slut?"

Valen's warm breath tickled the back of Haley's ear while whispering. "I absolutely adore this costume don't get me wrong, I'm just letting you know that until you get strong enough to defend yourself alot of wrestlers with worst intentions then I will take you to the locker rooms after each match and have their way with you. Are you sure you're ready to step into this life? Because next time you're in this position there might not be anyone around to save you."

"No... you're wrong. I can protect myself..." Haley objected while her palms rested against the beige wall allowing her ass cheeks to ripple and bounce from the tugging of her wedgie.

"I'm sure you can," Valen sarcastically assured in a soft velvet-like voice. "I bet your little bottoms are already wet huh? Your back is arching so I'm guessing it's been a while since someone's attended to you. That's going to work against you alot too." the blonde warned. "I need to get going now so try not to quit after your first match." Letting go of the little blue leotard Valen quickly smacked the perky ass in front of her before leaving the girl to her own thoughts.

Haley slumped to her knees softly comforting her needy breasts while trying to calm herself down. This job was going to be more intense than she realized but that wasn't going to deter her. No matter what happened she was determined to rise and become number one. "Oh no.." realizing something was wrong she spread her thighs apart assessing how bad her situation was downstairs. The fabric covering her crotch was completely drenched and a small blush formed on the girl's cheeks. "My little bottoms were wet..."

(Friday)

Victory Tower's upper section served as the living quarters for all of its talent. Each floor's living space varied based on how high someone was on the roster with the champion of course receiving the top floor penthouse. Since Haley was newer she was moved into one of the apartment sized living quarters which was still an upgrade from the small bedroom she shared back home in Texas, especially with the balcony that overlooked the beautiful Los Angeles view.

After having taken a steaming warm shower Haley sat outside in her large wicker lounge chair wearing a large gray sweater dress and blue polka dot panties, sipping tea from her favorite pumpkin mug. "I still can't believe this is my life now. The nobody girl from a rundown trailer park is now living in Victory Tower." Getting used to living by herself was alot for a young girl to take in. She missed some comforts of home and wondered what her family would be doing right now.