throwawaylblp The Long Talk WrestlingHumiliation

throwawaylblp Author’s Note: The following story is chapter 2 in a series, but is written so you can understand it without having read any of the previous installments. Enjoy!

Elena gingerly massaged the back of her neck. She inhaled sharply as her fingers hit a particularly painful spot. I rubbed my eyes. It was 3, maybe 4 AM already. Rebecca and Mark, our dinner guests, had left five or six hours ago. Elena and Rebecca had fought a three knockout match that had quickly become a one-sided beat down in favor of Rebecca. We both sat in the boxing ring in the garage of our house. Elena had finally woken up about ten minutes ago after receiving a brutal piledriver to end their match. She still wore the black handwraps and athletic shorts she had worn for her fight with Rebecca.

“What were you thinking?” I asked. “A topless fight against our dinner guest? In a ruleset you didn’t know?”

Elena growled and rolled over, facing away from me. I sighed. Elena was a beautiful, vibrant woman who lived with her heart on her sleeve. Those same emotional characteristics that made her spontaneous and charismatic also made her impulsive and moody.

“We need to talk about this,” I said firmly. “You could have gotten really hurt in there.”

Elena rolled over to face me. She winced in pain and clutched her neck as she sat up. “That bitch disrespected me in my own house. ‘You haven’t won a fight?” Elena spat in a mocking imitation of Rebecca’s voice. “Then she challenged me to a fight! Was I supposed to just back down?”

“We’re adults, Elena. Sometimes you have to be the bigger person. Sometimes that means swallowing your pride and letting disrespect roll off your back.”

“That doesn’t work for me,” Elena snapped back. “That doesn’t work for me because I’m not a pussy, like you.”

“Like me?” I asked, incredulous.

“The first fall, when Rebecca ignored my tap? You sat down like a bitch when she told you to. I saw you get up and sit right back down. How about protecting your wife, Dan? I tapped and she ignored it. That’s the first rule of jiu-jitsu, always respect the tap.” Elena’s voice grew and her hand movements became more animated.

I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe Elena was reacting like this. “First – you agreed to fight under NHBFL rules. NHB means no holds barred. Rebecca told you it was to three knockouts. If you didn’t know there weren’t any taps, that’s on you. Second, even if I did stop the fight then, you would have been mad at me for stopping it. You would have told me you were escaping or that you had two more rounds to go. And when the second round started, you kept going. So don’t try to blame me for not saving you when you didn’t even save yourself.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “All I hear is bitch,” she said, staring me straight in the eyes.

I was livid. Elena had a nasty habit of taking out her own failures on others, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Bitch, huh?” I asked. “You want to back that up, or are you just talk?”

“Let’s go, bitch,” Elena called out with no hesitation.

I shook my head. Unbelievable, but yet completely in line with her character. If she wanted it, I would give her a lesson she would never forget. I stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt. Elena grinned and started pulling herself to her feet with the ropes. Her body tensed and she let out a gasp of pain as she stood. She grabbed for her neck, wincing.

“Looks like you’re a little sore there,” I said, tossing my shirt out of the ring. “Sure you’re up for a fight?” I kicked off my shoes. Elena was silent. If she was considering dropping out, it meant she was in serious pain. Elena never backed down from a challenge. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes out of focus.

“Huh,” I shrugged. “I didn’t take you for one to bitch out of a fight.” I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, revealing the grey Reebok athletic briefs I wore. Elena glared at me. She stepped away from the ropes and wordlessly began to gingerly stretch. I picked up the red handwraps Rebecca had borrowed for her fight and started wrapping my knuckles. I finished and walked to the center of the ring. Elena limped towards me. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from her multi-hour nap, but stopped with a yelp when doing so hurt her neck.

I towered over her. At five foot two, Elena was on the short side. I’m six foot two with a fighting weight of 205 and a walking weight of between 220-230. Elena weighed an athletic one thirty – she was muscled, but carried enough fat to fill out her curves. Stacked with abs. Faint abs, but abs. Now that she stared me in the eyes, I sensed hesitation, even fear. Elena and I had sparred, even fought to a finish dozens of times before. She had always approached each fight with irrepressible confidence, but this time was different. She must have really been hurting to be so hesitant.

I held my fists out in front of me. “One fall,” I stated. Elena nodded. Her eyes were wider than normal. Her lip started to tremble. This was exactly the lesson she needed. She knew she had no chance. She was terrified. She needed to learn how to swallow her pride. Part of me hoped to hear her give up, to back down, but another part of me really wanted to make her eat her words. After a few almost interminable seconds, she bumped my fists. The fight was on.

I threw a jab that connected cleanly with her forehead, snapping her head back. Elena cried out in pain – her head snapping back must have hurt her injured neck. I was surprised my jab landed – Elena normally showed good head movement at the beginning of our fights. She was definitely compromised.

I threw a 1-2 combo that also connected cleanly. Elena stepped backwards. I didn’t let off and pursued aggressively. I threw a strong leg kick right above her knee that made her gasp in pain. I threw a few lazy punches towards her head. Elena managed to block those, but failed to see my follow up upper-cut to her stomach. My punch connected with a dull thud – she hadn’t seen it coming and hadn’t tensed her abs in anticipation. She grunted heavily and fell forward, desperately trying to wrap me up in a clinch. She managed to wrap her arms around my neck, her face buried in my chest. I threw two quick knees into her unprotected stomach and I felt her hot breath burst out of her mouth with each impact of my knee. I secured an underhook with my left arm and used my right to throw three hard hooks to her ribs. Each punch earned a pained groan from my wife.

I shoved her firmly backwards. She lost her balance and started falling, managing to keep standing by grabbing onto the ropes. I didn’t give her any time to breathe and slammed my fist into her stomach. I hurled a blazingly fast uppercut right into her jaw. My wife let out an anguished scream as her head violently snapped backwards. She dropped to her knees, clutching her neck, softly whimpering. I calmly grabbed her ponytail and dragged her back to her feet.

“It’s not time to go the ground yet. We’ll get there. But you need to be worked a bit more,” I said, lacing Elena’s arms through the ropes. My wife was broken already. But if she was going to learn her lesson, I needed to hurt her. Badly. Elena’s head hung, her chin against her chest. I gently lifted her head so she could look into my eyes. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I almost felt sad for her.

I slid my fingers down her chest to her breast. It was already swollen and hot to the touch, a reminder of the battering her tits had taken just earlier that night from Rebecca. She winced as my fingers brushed against her nipple. This was going to be agony for her. I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it into her chest. Elena’s mouth stretched open in a wordless scream. I grabbed her face and made her look me in the eyes again. She whimpered softly.

“This is what happens when you make decisions out of pride.” I slammed my fist into her breast again, prompting another scream of agony. This time, I left my fist pressed in her tit, grinding it with my knuckles. Elena thrashed back and forth trying to escape the pain.

“Stop moving,” I commanded. Elena continued to try to escape. I drove my fist violently into her chin. My face was sprayed by a combination of sweat and spit. Her head lolled from side to side, dazed. She gave me a confused look.

“Earth to Elena,” I said. “I need you back in this dimension.” I punched her in the tit again, and my wife let out a gurgled moan. She blinked a few times – the sharp pain had brought her back. I traced her nipple with my finger.

“You know what’s coming, right?” I asked.

“Don’t do it,” Elena whimpered. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t do it, Dan.”

“Think about this the next time you try to fight after getting knocked out earlier in the night,” I told her as I pinched and twisted her nipple as far as I could turn it. My wife let out a plaintive wail. I released the nipple and punched her five times in the tit in quick succession. I threw a final shot deep in her stomach, doubling her over. She dropped to her knees, then face first onto the mat. She moaned softly as she lay on the ground, her hands cupping her battered breast.

“How’s your neck doing?” I asked. I stepped over her and shoved her flat to the mat. I dropped down, my butt pinning her lower back to the mat. I sat in a squat and pulled her arms in front of my legs into a camel clutch. I interlaced my fingers underneath her chin and yanked upwards and backwards as hard as I could. Elena howled. The camel clutch must have been agony for her already injured neck.

“No!” Elena wailed. “No, no, no, please Dan, please!” I held the hold for a few more seconds, then relaxed it. Elena’s head dropped, but her arms were still trapped.

“I think you owe me an apology,” I teased. “Something about me being a pussy?” Elena growled in frustration and anger.

“Hmm. Not ready to apologize yet? I understand – it can take time to be ready to apologize,” I crooned. I grabbed Elena by her ponytail and pulled as hard as I could. Elena screamed, kicking her feet up and down on the mat.

“Stop! STOP! Please, Dan!” Elena wailed. I started to release the hold, then gave her another long yank.

“Are you ready to apologize?” I asked. Elena just moaned. I jammed my fingers into her mouth on both sides, fish-hooking her and pulled. A bitter scream emerged from my wife’s lips. I released her head, my fingers finding their way to her tits.

“Oh shit,” she moaned. “Don’t . . . Dan . . . please don’t!” I squeezed as hard as I could and my wife begged, begged me to stop.

“Apologize,” I commanded, letting go of her tits. Elena breathed heavily, groaning softly.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. I lowered my legs, laying her down on the mat face down. I rolled her over, still straddling her.

“We’re making progress. But you’re not done learning your lesson,” I said softly. She looked up at me with frightened eyes. Her arms were splayed uselessly by her side. She was completely defenseless.

“Honey, please,” she whispered. I slammed my fist into her face, knocking it to the left, just for my other fist to crash into it. At first, she screamed, but as my fists relentlessly barraged her face and tits, her cries became more and more quiet until they were nothing but faint moans. After a minute of devastating ground and pound, I stopped, breathing heavily.

“What did we learn today?” I asked her. She was past the point of words. I tweaked a nipple and her eyes refocused.

“What did we learn today?” I repeated. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. She weakly tried to lift my hands away, but she was spent. Her face reddened and her eyes widened. She got a wild, desperate look in her eye. Her mouth was wide open, desperately searching for air. She started clawing at my hands. I kept squeezing.

“Never, ever let your pride make your decisions. Use your brain. Don’t fight our dinner guests. Don’t pick a fight when you’ve already been choked out once and knocked out twice. And don’t call me a pussy.” I looked deeply in her eyes. Her attempts to claw my hands started slowing down. Her eyes started looking past me, then rolling back. I released her neck and slapped her firmly across the cheek.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I asked firmly. Elena desperately gulped in precious air, ignoring my question. I punched her in the breast and repeated my question. She nodded wordlessly.

“Good.” I stood up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to a sitting position.

“I learned my lesson, Dan, let me go,” Elena begged.

“I’m going to give you one more reminder to make sure it sticks,” I warned. I pulled her to her knees. Elena was practically limp – it was like picking up a sack of potatoes.

“No, I learned my lesson. I don’t need anymore,” Elena whimpered. “You’ve done enough, I won’t forget, I promise.” I shook my head. She picked this fight, and she would suffer the consequences.

I pushed her head in between my legs. Elena feebly tried to escape.

“Not a piledriver!” she begged, panic in her voice. “My neck! You’re going to break my neck if you piledrive me. Dan! Don’t do it!”

“You’ll live,” I said softly, bending over her and wrapping her torso in my arms.

“I’m your wife. Why would you do this to me? Please Dan, don’t do this to me. If you love me you won’t do this! Please!” Elena was nearly shouting now, her voice filled with desperation.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” I said, lifting her in the air, her head facing the mat.

“Oh no, shit, oh no, oh no, oh no!” she whimpered. She knew I had made up my mind and that there was no stopping what was about to happen.

“I’ll be here for you when you wake up,” I said, and I drove her head with all my strength into the mat.

Her arms and legs went limp, and I released her body from my arms. Her body crumpled to the mat in a heap. The garage was completely silent. I rolled her onto her back. Her face was serene, resting. I kissed her on the lips and rolled out of the ring, leaving her body sprawled out.

She didn’t wake up until noon the next day. Her neck was so sore that she called out of work for a week. I gave her lots of massages and brought her food in bed. Barely two weeks after that night, she called Rebecca. She wanted to fight in the NHBFL.Author’s Note: The following story is chapter 2 in a series, but is written so you can understand it without having read any of the previous installments. Enjoy!

Elena gingerly massaged the back of her neck. She inhaled sharply as her fingers hit a particularly painful spot. I rubbed my eyes. It was 3, maybe 4 AM already. Rebecca and Mark, our dinner guests, had left five or six hours ago. Elena and Rebecca had fought a three knockout match that had quickly become a one-sided beat down in favor of Rebecca. We both sat in the boxing ring in the garage of our house. Elena had finally woken up about ten minutes ago after receiving a brutal piledriver to end their match. She still wore the black handwraps and athletic shorts she had worn for her fight with Rebecca.

“What were you thinking?” I asked. “A topless fight against our dinner guest? In a ruleset you didn’t know?”

Elena growled and rolled over, facing away from me. I sighed. Elena was a beautiful, vibrant woman who lived with her heart on her sleeve. Those same emotional characteristics that made her spontaneous and charismatic also made her impulsive and moody.

“We need to talk about this,” I said firmly. “You could have gotten really hurt in there.”

Elena rolled over to face me. She winced in pain and clutched her neck as she sat up. “That bitch disrespected me in my own house. ‘You haven’t won a fight?” Elena spat in a mocking imitation of Rebecca’s voice. “Then she challenged me to a fight! Was I supposed to just back down?”

“We’re adults, Elena. Sometimes you have to be the bigger person. Sometimes that means swallowing your pride and letting disrespect roll off your back.”

“That doesn’t work for me,” Elena snapped back. “That doesn’t work for me because I’m not a pussy, like you.”

“Like me?” I asked, incredulous.

“The first fall, when Rebecca ignored my tap? You sat down like a bitch when she told you to. I saw you get up and sit right back down. How about protecting your wife, Dan? I tapped and she ignored it. That’s the first rule of jiu-jitsu, always respect the tap.” Elena’s voice grew and her hand movements became more animated.

I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe Elena was reacting like this. “First – you agreed to fight under NHBFL rules. NHB means no holds barred. Rebecca told you it was to three knockouts. If you didn’t know there weren’t any taps, that’s on you. Second, even if I did stop the fight then, you would have been mad at me for stopping it. You would have told me you were escaping or that you had two more rounds to go. And when the second round started, you kept going. So don’t try to blame me for not saving you when you didn’t even save yourself.”

Elena rolled her eyes. “All I hear is bitch,” she said, staring me straight in the eyes.

I was livid. Elena had a nasty habit of taking out her own failures on others, and this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Bitch, huh?” I asked. “You want to back that up, or are you just talk?”

“Let’s go, bitch,” Elena called out with no hesitation.

I shook my head. Unbelievable, but yet completely in line with her character. If she wanted it, I would give her a lesson she would never forget. I stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt. Elena grinned and started pulling herself to her feet with the ropes. Her body tensed and she let out a gasp of pain as she stood. She grabbed for her neck, wincing.

“Looks like you’re a little sore there,” I said, tossing my shirt out of the ring. “Sure you’re up for a fight?” I kicked off my shoes. Elena was silent. If she was considering dropping out, it meant she was in serious pain. Elena never backed down from a challenge. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes out of focus.

“Huh,” I shrugged. “I didn’t take you for one to bitch out of a fight.” I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, revealing the grey Reebok athletic briefs I wore. Elena glared at me. She stepped away from the ropes and wordlessly began to gingerly stretch. I picked up the red handwraps Rebecca had borrowed for her fight and started wrapping my knuckles. I finished and walked to the center of the ring. Elena limped towards me. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs from her multi-hour nap, but stopped with a yelp when doing so hurt her neck.

I towered over her. At five foot two, Elena was on the short side. I’m six foot two with a fighting weight of 205 and a walking weight of between 220-230. Elena weighed an athletic one thirty – she was muscled, but carried enough fat to fill out her curves. Stacked with abs. Faint abs, but abs. Now that she stared me in the eyes, I sensed hesitation, even fear. Elena and I had sparred, even fought to a finish dozens of times before. She had always approached each fight with irrepressible confidence, but this time was different. She must have really been hurting to be so hesitant.

I held my fists out in front of me. “One fall,” I stated. Elena nodded. Her eyes were wider than normal. Her lip started to tremble. This was exactly the lesson she needed. She knew she had no chance. She was terrified. She needed to learn how to swallow her pride. Part of me hoped to hear her give up, to back down, but another part of me really wanted to make her eat her words. After a few almost interminable seconds, she bumped my fists. The fight was on.

I threw a jab that connected cleanly with her forehead, snapping her head back. Elena cried out in pain – her head snapping back must have hurt her injured neck. I was surprised my jab landed – Elena normally showed good head movement at the beginning of our fights. She was definitely compromised.

I threw a 1-2 combo that also connected cleanly. Elena stepped backwards. I didn’t let off and pursued aggressively. I threw a strong leg kick right above her knee that made her gasp in pain. I threw a few lazy punches towards her head. Elena managed to block those, but failed to see my follow up upper-cut to her stomach. My punch connected with a dull thud – she hadn’t seen it coming and hadn’t tensed her abs in anticipation. She grunted heavily and fell forward, desperately trying to wrap me up in a clinch. She managed to wrap her arms around my neck, her face buried in my chest. I threw two quick knees into her unprotected stomach and I felt her hot breath burst out of her mouth with each impact of my knee. I secured an underhook with my left arm and used my right to throw three hard hooks to her ribs. Each punch earned a pained groan from my wife.

I shoved her firmly backwards. She lost her balance and started falling, managing to keep standing by grabbing onto the ropes. I didn’t give her any time to breathe and slammed my fist into her stomach. I hurled a blazingly fast uppercut right into her jaw. My wife let out an anguished scream as her head violently snapped backwards. She dropped to her knees, clutching her neck, softly whimpering. I calmly grabbed her ponytail and dragged her back to her feet.

“It’s not time to go the ground yet. We’ll get there. But you need to be worked a bit more,” I said, lacing Elena’s arms through the ropes. My wife was broken already. But if she was going to learn her lesson, I needed to hurt her. Badly. Elena’s head hung, her chin against her chest. I gently lifted her head so she could look into my eyes. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I almost felt sad for her.

I slid my fingers down her chest to her breast. It was already swollen and hot to the touch, a reminder of the battering her tits had taken just earlier that night from Rebecca. She winced as my fingers brushed against her nipple. This was going to be agony for her. I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it into her chest. Elena’s mouth stretched open in a wordless scream. I grabbed her face and made her look me in the eyes again. She whimpered softly.

“This is what happens when you make decisions out of pride.” I slammed my fist into her breast again, prompting another scream of agony. This time, I left my fist pressed in her tit, grinding it with my knuckles. Elena thrashed back and forth trying to escape the pain.

“Stop moving,” I commanded. Elena continued to try to escape. I drove my fist violently into her chin. My face was sprayed by a combination of sweat and spit. Her head lolled from side to side, dazed. She gave me a confused look.

“Earth to Elena,” I said. “I need you back in this dimension.” I punched her in the tit again, and my wife let out a gurgled moan. She blinked a few times – the sharp pain had brought her back. I traced her nipple with my finger.

“You know what’s coming, right?” I asked.

“Don’t do it,” Elena whimpered. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t do it, Dan.”

“Think about this the next time you try to fight after getting knocked out earlier in the night,” I told her as I pinched and twisted her nipple as far as I could turn it. My wife let out a plaintive wail. I released the nipple and punched her five times in the tit in quick succession. I threw a final shot deep in her stomach, doubling her over. She dropped to her knees, then face first onto the mat. She moaned softly as she lay on the ground, her hands cupping her battered breast.

“How’s your neck doing?” I asked. I stepped over her and shoved her flat to the mat. I dropped down, my butt pinning her lower back to the mat. I sat in a squat and pulled her arms in front of my legs into a camel clutch. I interlaced my fingers underneath her chin and yanked upwards and backwards as hard as I could. Elena howled. The camel clutch must have been agony for her already injured neck.

“No!” Elena wailed. “No, no, no, please Dan, please!” I held the hold for a few more seconds, then relaxed it. Elena’s head dropped, but her arms were still trapped.

“I think you owe me an apology,” I teased. “Something about me being a pussy?” Elena growled in frustration and anger.

“Hmm. Not ready to apologize yet? I understand – it can take time to be ready to apologize,” I crooned. I grabbed Elena by her ponytail and pulled as hard as I could. Elena screamed, kicking her feet up and down on the mat.

“Stop! STOP! Please, Dan!” Elena wailed. I started to release the hold, then gave her another long yank.

“Are you ready to apologize?” I asked. Elena just moaned. I jammed my fingers into her mouth on both sides, fish-hooking her and pulled. A bitter scream emerged from my wife’s lips. I released her head, my fingers finding their way to her tits.

“Oh shit,” she moaned. “Don’t . . . Dan . . . please don’t!” I squeezed as hard as I could and my wife begged, begged me to stop.

“Apologize,” I commanded, letting go of her tits. Elena breathed heavily, groaning softly.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. I lowered my legs, laying her down on the mat face down. I rolled her over, still straddling her.

“We’re making progress. But you’re not done learning your lesson,” I said softly. She looked up at me with frightened eyes. Her arms were splayed uselessly by her side. She was completely defenseless.

“Honey, please,” she whispered. I slammed my fist into her face, knocking it to the left, just for my other fist to crash into it. At first, she screamed, but as my fists relentlessly barraged her face and tits, her cries became more and more quiet until they were nothing but faint moans. After a minute of devastating ground and pound, I stopped, breathing heavily.

“What did we learn today?” I asked her. She was past the point of words. I tweaked a nipple and her eyes refocused.

“What did we learn today?” I repeated. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. She weakly tried to lift my hands away, but she was spent. Her face reddened and her eyes widened. She got a wild, desperate look in her eye. Her mouth was wide open, desperately searching for air. She started clawing at my hands. I kept squeezing.

“Never, ever let your pride make your decisions. Use your brain. Don’t fight our dinner guests. Don’t pick a fight when you’ve already been choked out once and knocked out twice. And don’t call me a pussy.” I looked deeply in her eyes. Her attempts to claw my hands started slowing down. Her eyes started looking past me, then rolling back. I released her neck and slapped her firmly across the cheek.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I asked firmly. Elena desperately gulped in precious air, ignoring my question. I punched her in the breast and repeated my question. She nodded wordlessly.

“Good.” I stood up and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to a sitting position.

“I learned my lesson, Dan, let me go,” Elena begged.

“I’m going to give you one more reminder to make sure it sticks,” I warned. I pulled her to her knees. Elena was practically limp – it was like picking up a sack of potatoes.

“No, I learned my lesson. I don’t need anymore,” Elena whimpered. “You’ve done enough, I won’t forget, I promise.” I shook my head. She picked this fight, and she would suffer the consequences.

I pushed her head in between my legs. Elena feebly tried to escape.

“Not a piledriver!” she begged, panic in her voice. “My neck! You’re going to break my neck if you piledrive me. Dan! Don’t do it!”

“You’ll live,” I said softly, bending over her and wrapping her torso in my arms.

“I’m your wife. Why would you do this to me? Please Dan, don’t do this to me. If you love me you won’t do this! Please!” Elena was nearly shouting now, her voice filled with desperation.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” I said, lifting her in the air, her head facing the mat.

“Oh no, shit, oh no, oh no, oh no!” she whimpered. She knew I had made up my mind and that there was no stopping what was about to happen.

“I’ll be here for you when you wake up,” I said, and I drove her head with all my strength into the mat.

Her arms and legs went limp, and I released her body from my arms. Her body crumpled to the mat in a heap. The garage was completely silent. I rolled her onto her back. Her face was serene, resting. I kissed her on the lips and rolled out of the ring, leaving her body sprawled out.

She didn’t wake up until noon the next day. Her neck was so sore that she called out of work for a week. I gave her lots of massages and brought her food in bed. Barely two weeks after that night, she called Rebecca. She wanted to fight in the NHBFL.