Rated R Wrestling

This is a story about pro wrestling. I've always found pro wrestling to be very erotic and always been a fan of the big bear wrestlers. I thought it would be fun to write a pro wrestling story about a tv program where the wrestlers brought sexual fantasies and fun to the ring. It helps if you know some of the wrestling lingo and customs involved in the shows but not necessary. The moves I mention might be fun to google so you can visualize the story (camel clutch, power bomb, Vader bomb, German suplex), but again not necessary.

I hope you enjoy this story. I love comments and interacting with readers. Feedback is very helpful or bouncing ideas off other writers has always been fun to me. I do have an email I have set up for this account and have found direct emails to it are easier to chat with as opposed to the contact button through this website. You can reach me directly at my email. Again, always like chatting with readers/writers. Enjoy!

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I raced to my room with my late snack and jumped onto my bed. I grabbed my laptop and quickly put my headphones in so my roommates wouldn't be able to hear my tv program I was about to pull up on stream. I logged into my account on the Rated R Wrestling site just in time to tune into their late night program. Rated R Wrestling was, as the name suggests, a pro wrestling program that took all the liberties when it comes to violence and was not afraid to enter into the adult genre in their matches and storylines.

The screen faded from black and bright lights shone around a small but ruckus arena filled with die hard RRW fans. The fan base was mostly male but it wasn't uncommon to find females scattered throughout the crowd. Strobe lights zig zagged around the arena as the mostly drunk audience went nuts for the RRW intro music.

"Hello you degenerates!" Said the voice of Rex Daniels, the longtime announcer for RRW. "I'm joined by my colleague, Victor King, and boy do we have an exciting night of wrestling and raunch for you as we deal with the fallout of Forbidden Contact last Saturday night. We will hear from the newly crowned champion, Big Baba Brutal, in what I'm sure will be an entertaining, albeit repulsive celebratory speech." Rex's voice dropped to a depressed tone as he mentioned the results of the Forbidden Contact show, the latest RRW pay-per-view where Big Baba Brutal, the most despised heel of RRW, defeated crowd favorite Johnny Blaze for the heavyweight title in humiliating fashion.

"I know many of you were upset at the scenes that took place Saturday night when Baba Brutal ended Johnny Blaze's year plus title reign with a victory in his signature 'I Quit' match." Rex said, attempting to console the RRW fans listening at home. "We all witnessed something I thought we would never see when Johnny Blaze was made to..."

Low bass notes interrupted Rex and immediately the crowd erupted in boos as the walkout music for Big Baba Brutal filled the arena.

The camera switched to the entrance way as fog rose out from the floor. Baba's red and black boots became visible first and with each thundering step his monstrous presence came more into view. The camera panned upward. Baba stood 6'5 inches tall and weighed north of 380 lbs filled with a mixture of solid muscle and beef. His red and black singlet stretched tight around his rotund body extending all the way down his legs into his boots and over his boulderous stomach and mountainous shoulders. Baba Brutal was Slavic for "brutal father", a name that the large man lived up to both in the ring and out.

Baba stopped and took in the jeering crowd. His trademark red mask had a spider web pattern that kept most of his face visible but gave it a villainous aura to what was already an intimidating look. His bald head was visible through the many openings in the mask and reminded me of a military sergeant bent on unleashing hell and destruction on all the men he controlled.

Baba continued his strut to the ring ignoring the cups and trash that were hurled at him, accepting them instead as if they were flowers and confetti thrown for a king. He smiled cockily at the displeased crowd and taunted those in the front rows. The RRW title was slung over his shoulder and he pointed at it as he yelled into the camera, "Who's the man!" He walked past the camera and his henchmen, Shade and Nox came into view supporting their leader and doing their own part in egging on the crowd. Shade and Nox were of considerably less size than Baba but still formidable in the ring. They always played their role in aiding Baba during his matches through a series of underhanded tactics.

Shade and Nox rushed ahead of Baba to hold the ring ropes open wider for the big brute to easily step through. Baba grabbed the microphone unceremoniously from the ring announcer and shoved him out of the ring.

"Now, that's just unnecessary!" Said Victor King over the telecast. "Can you believe this guy?"

"I really can't." Chimed in Rex. "But after what we've seen from Big Baba lately, I don't know why I'm still surprised."

Baba raised the microphone to speak but before he could utter a word the crowd roared with a reinvigorated chorus of boos so deafening that I had to turn the volume down on my headphones. Baba lowered the microphone and simply laughed at their displeasure. Eventually, the boo's lost their steam, and it became quiet enough for Baba to speak.

"Last Saturday, I, already your Baba, your Baba Brutal, your Daddy, became your new...CHAMPION!"

The crowd again erupted and yelled obscenities at the man. The cameras switched between angry attendees and a small group of Baba loyalists, called "Baba's Boys", who held signs acknowledging Baba as their Daddy and all other kinds of sexual innuendos they could creatively fit on posterboard.

"Calm down, my children. I know you're upset." Baba's booming voice commanded the arena's respect and attention. "Last Saturday, I defeated your beloved champion, your precious Johnny Blaze."

Shade and Nox gave him congratulatory slaps on the back. "In fact, I didn't just defeat your champion," Baba's voice jumped to a menacing octave that sent a shiver up my spine, "I DESTROYED YOUR CHAMPION. I HUMILIATED YOUR CHAMPION. I BEAT HIM INTO THE GROUND, STOMPED HIM WITH MY BOOTS AND MADE HIM QUIT!" Baba stepped to the ropes, leaned forward, and looked directly at the hard camera which zoomed in. "I made your precious champion call me...DADDY!"

Several in the crowd yelled in protest but most were too struck by fear at the ferocity of Baba or the truth of his words to speak out against him. Even Rex and Victor were at a loss for words, letting Baba's promo play out without commentary.

Everyone had witnessed what took place on Saturday. It was a humiliating defeat for Johnny Blaze. My favorite wrestler had been absolutely squashed and the post match antics that took place made me question whether I could look at Johnny Blaze with the same esteem and admiration ever again.

He had lost Baba Brutal's own version of an "I Quit" match where a wrestler won the match by making his opponent call him 'Daddy.' After a beatdown that seemed to last an eternity, Baba Brutal power bombed Johnny Blaze into the mat, picked him up and put him in a full nelson, swinging him around the ring until the once daunted hero called him 'Daddy.' But Baba Brutal didn't stop there. He forced a beaten to a pulp Johnny Blaze to his knees, held up by Shade and Nox, and made him kiss his ass right there in the center of the ring in front of everyone.

Johnny Blaze had been the shining star of RRW for over a year. A hero of the people that defeated all the heels and challengers in his path. I expected Baba Brutal to be no different. But whether I overestimated the heroics of Johnny Blaze or underestimated the size and power of Baba, what I saw on Saturday shook me, and I know many other fans of RRW. The online forums were buzzing about what would be next for RRW's favorite son and who could possibly beat Big Baba Brutal.

I realized my hands were deep in my lap and something had been stirring in my pants as I replayed the scenes from last Saturday night. I quickly removed my hands not wanting to associate the sickening images with any semblance of pleasure.

"I KICKED his ass. I made him KISS my ass. And then," Baba began to chuckle, "I took little Johnny back to the locker room and STUCK my cock up his ass."

The crowd roared and a new round of trash and drinks began to pour into the ring. A few of them hit Shade and Nox. Baba Brutal sauntered around the ring barely able to stay standing as he was laughing so hard.

"This is obscene! I know this Rated R Wrestling, but that's crossing the line!" Rex was clearly not happy with Baba's banter.

Baba rested his forearms on the top rope and leaned his massive frame onto it exhausting all of its slack. He lifted the mic up to his mouth a few times but had to continue to fight to compose himself.

"It's true. Oh, it's true. And if you don't believe me, let's bring out your precious Johnny Blaze, and he can tell you himself." Baba Brutal gestured towards the entrance way and at his command Johnny Blaze's music hit.

As soon as the upbeat music played the crowd's jeers became cheers. The crowd, and myself included, were hopeful to see a resurrected version of Johnny Blaze - the bright face-painted hero we knew and loved - not the beaten down pathetic version we saw Saturday night.

The wait for Johnny Blaze was long. The music almost entered into its second stanza until finally Johnny Blaze stepped through the curtain. I clapped my hands twice but immediately stopped when I saw him. Gone was the trademark face paint that made him look like a superhero. Now, without it, he looked like only a man, like any other person in the crowd. His countenance was sullen. He looked like he didn't want to be there but knew he had to. Hesitantly, he walked to the ring.

Big Baba Brutal assisted Johnny Blaze into the ring by stepping on the bottom rope and lifting up on the middle rope. This forced Johnny Blaze to go underneath the middle rope rather than over it as all the male wrestlers did. Only the female wrestlers or ring girls were short enough to go between the bottom and middle ropes. No doubt, Baba's assistance in this manner had been intentional.

Johnny Blaze reluctantly took up a second microphone. He waited on the other end of the ring, dreading what he could only guess was about to happen.

"What's the matter little Johnny? You don't look the same." Baba said, calling attention to the title belt by hoisting it higher up on his shoulder. "You look a lot more naked without this belt around your waist." Baba smirked at Johnny Blaze who could only stand their silently. "But not as naked as you did Saturday night back in my locker room when I bent your ass over my training table and made you my bitch!"

Johnny Blaze had to look away now. It was too much. I felt my muscles tense up. But again, I noticed my hands were in my lap and thumbs rubbing what was now a full on erection. What was wrong with me? I removed them and cursed at myself in shame.

The voice of Rex Daniels came upon the telecast. "This is ridiculous. This is disgusting. Say it ain't so Johnny. Please tell me you didn't let that awful beast inside you. C'mon Johnny! Do something! Hit the man! Fight!"

But Johnny Blaze stood there with his chin on his chest and said nothing.

"These people don't believe me, little Johnny. I need you to tell them the truth. Tell them what Daddy did to you after the match. Tell them how their beloved hero is now Big Baba's little bitch!"

Johnny stepped forward but did not raise the microphone. He tried whispering something to Baba that couldn't be heard. But the stream switched to the camera in the ring, and I could hear Johnny pleading with Baba. "Please Baba, don't make me do this. You've put me through enough. You're the champion. It's over. I promise I won't bother you again. Please don't do this."

Who was this guy? This was not Johnny Blaze. The man I knew would've slapped Baba for saying such a thing. He would have attacked him. He would've been in a full out rage, jumping sky high from the turnbuckle to inflict maximum damage on Baba. That is how he had responded to all the insults hurled at him leading up to the pay-per-view. Who was this guy? Because it was not the Johnny Blaze we knew and loved.

"No, say it! Tell the whole world once again who your Daddy is!" Baba grabbed Johnny by the shirt and pulled him close. The difference in size between the two was alarming. How had I not noticed that before? Why did I ever think Johnny Blaze stood a chance against Big Baba Brutal?

Baba put his own mic to Johnny's lips so not a sound was lost. Johnny breathed heavily into the mic.

"Please, Baba. No."

"TELL THEM!" Baba screamed.

"No." Said Johnny. And he backed away from Baba. Johnny received shouts of praise. It may not have been the exact reaction the crowd wanted but at least he wasn't completely submitting to the big bully. Baba Brutal was clearly not pleased.

"Not good, little Johnny. This is not good. I can't have these people thinking their champion, their Baba, is a liar. If you can't say it, then perhaps we need to show everyone who you really are."

"Baba, please. No!" Johnny Blaze pleaded. The feed switched to the in ring camera whose mics picked up his voice.

"On your knees, little Johnny." Baba said into his mic, pointing to the ground in front of him.

Johnny Blaze refused and shook his head over and over. Baba grew impatient. He nodded to Shade and Nox who grabbed Johnny by each arm and forced him to his knees. Baba stepped forward so that his groin was inches from Johnny's face.

The camera zoomed in. Only Johnny's face, which was still shaking back and forth in protest and Baba's bulge were visible. Underneath his XXXL tights, Baba was a big man in the manhood department as well. His big bull balls and thick daddy cock were clearly outlined in his tight singlet, but this new close up revealed how girthy Baba truly was.

Underneath my sheets, I rubbed my much smaller manhood. This time, I made no effort to stop the shameless pleasure I was experiencing.

Baba stared down at his struggling prey. He slowly undid each shoulder strap of his singlet and pushed it down so that his thick belly covered in fuzzy hair and gleaming with sweat became visible. Baba grabbed Johnny's head in both hands and shoved it into his bulge introducing him to every inch and crevice of his manhood and filling his nostrils with the stench of man.

"Do we really have to do this?" Rex shouted from his announcer's chair. "Will someone stop this nonsense? Can we get back to the wrestling?"

"I'm not getting in the ring." Victor retorted. "If you want to be a hero, Rex, go right ahead."

"I don't know what good I could do."

"Exactly." Said Victor. Both men shut up and resigned themselves to the cold fact that nothing could be done.

Baba held the struggling Johnny buried in his groin for a long time. He went back and forth between looking down and laughing at his victim and taunting the crowd. "Who's the man! Who's the man! This was your champion? I think he likes it. I think he likes the smell of cock! I'm going to feed it to him. I'm going to make him suck Daddy's dick!"

Baba reached into his trunks and started to pull out his growing endowment, but then, someone's music hit. Baba let go of Johnny's head and turned toward the entrance. The crowd screamed as the music of Jett Blaze, Johnny's long-time tag partner, filled the arena.

Jett raced down the entrance ramp wearing the traditional "Blazers" tag team gear and face paint that had once been also adorned by Johnny. Jett slid into the ring and ducked under a Baba Brutal clothesline. He crashed into the ropes on the far side and flung himself back at Baba hitting him with a cross body that made Baba tumble over the top rope and out of the ring. The two men crashed to the floor hard. They rolled around on the floor exchanging punches.

Johnny Blaze fought out of Shade and Nox's grip and began assaulting them as well. Filled with a spirit that looked gloriously familiar, he wailed on the two henchmen backing each into their separate corners with barrages of punches. He flung himself at Shade first jumping high in the air before coming down with a violent splash on his upper body. Johnny rebounded off Shade and used that momentum to hurl himself at Nox, connecting in the same ferocious manner. Both heels fell to the floor, and Johnny stepped to the center of the ring, beating his chest and screaming like a banshee. The man was back! This was the Johnny Blaze we knew and loved.

But all of that came to a crashing halt as Johnny was leveled from behind by a thunderous clothesline from Baba. Baba had quickly gained the upper hand on Jett after his surprise attack and dispatched him over the metal railing leaving the crowd to attend to his bruised body. Baba, still bare chested and bare bellied, hoisted Johnny up by the back of his waistband (Johnny's ass coming into view momentarily). Baba hugged Johnny from behind, bent low, and hurled Johnny backwards across the ring in one of the biggest German suplexes I had ever seen. Johnny lay there lifeless. Baba grabbed Johnny's wrist and ankle and positioned him where he wanted. He stepped over him, went to the turnbuckle and stepped up to the second rope. He bounced off it a few times before leaping backwards and splashing on top of Johnny delivering a big Vader bomb. And as if that weren't enough, Baba picked Johnny back up, thrust Johnny's head between his legs, and lifted him up over his head and power bombed him. Johnny hit the mat so hard he bounced off it.

By this point, Shade and Nox were back up. Baba gave them orders and they grabbed Johnny's arms and forced him to his knees once again. Baba, breathing heavily, stepped forward putting his crotch once again in Johnny's face. The feed switched to the camera with the best angle that caught everything that was happening. Baba reached into his tights and pulled out his massive manhood. He rubbed his thick cock along Johnny's face letting it wake Johnny up while it grew harder and thicker. The crowd screamed their disapproval.

"No! This can't be happening! Someone make it stop! Where are the other wrestlers? Where are the referees? Somebody make it stop." Rex Daniels pleaded on behalf of Johnny Blaze.

But after seeing the beating Jett Blaze take place and knowing who Baba Brutal was, no other wrestler or official dared to step into the ring.

"Folks, turn away. You don't want to see this!" Rex was wrong, though. I did want to see it. As much as I hated Baba, there was something about him that made me watch him, that made me respect him. He was Baba. He was Daddy. Little Johnny needed to suck Big Baba Brutal's big dick.

Johnny had one eye cracked open. He was becoming aware. Baba held his fat mushroom head against Johnny's lips and waited. The camera zoomed in to capture the moment. Still, nothing happened.

Baba yelled down at Johnny. "Suck it! Suck it, Johnny. Open your mouth! Suck Daddy's dick!"

Finally, Johnny parted his lips and accepted Baba's dick into his mouth.

"No! No! Say it ain't so, Johnny! Say it ain't so! Why are you doing this?" Rex yelled in despair. The crowd let out a mix of cheers and boos. They, too, were confused as to how to respond.

The cameras stayed fixed on Johnny Blaze. Johnny continued to suck, becoming more and more lively with each passing second. He was full on bobbing now. Shade and Nox let him go. Johnny was on his knees of his own accord. He stayed there sucking his new master's dick.

The camera panned up. Baba rested his hands on his wide hips and laughed gleefully. His face held the look of a conqueror. Here was what was once the most dominant champion in RRW, the most famous man in RRW, willfully on his knees sucking his dick in the middle of the ring in front of a thousand screaming fans. The world title was great, but no one could argue with this new crowning that was being bestowed upon him.