Soda: Champion Futanari Sex Wrestler (Wrestling/pain/futa+f/cuckolding/futa+m)

So I haven't made a lot of posts here, but I lurk hard. I had a lot of free time and I was incredibly horny, so I wrote a story about an ORIGINAL CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL of mine. I hope you guys like it. If you see any typos/grammar stuff, just point it out to me and I'll fix it, since I didn't go back and proofread it.

Just as a warning: wrestling holds hurt. Some guy gets hurt in this story, both emotionally and physically. There's no blood or anything, but there's a lot of emasculation. So...yeah. Just be warned.

The greatest wrestler in the world, they called her. Possibly the greatest ever. This woman was the perfect high-flying, grappling, power-slamming babe that the Sex Wrestling Federation had been looking for - and they loved her for it.

There was no way she won all of those other fights legitimately. This 5'9" woman, maybe 140 lbs, had managed to defeat the best wrestlers in the world without so much as breaking a sweat, using a flurry of special moves that would be incredibly illegal in any other wrestling league. Even Big John Johnson, a hulking seven foot monstrosity that looked more bear than man was under her boot by the end of the match. Even the Terror Twins, a pair of the most ruthless cutthroats in all of professional wrestling ended their match between her thighs in what must have been the biggest two versus one upset of all time.

Some say she had mystical powers, mainly because there was no way a woman of that stature would even have a chance against men like that. There was another reason, though - it was the fact that, between her thighs, she housed what was measured as the biggest, thickest, longest cock ever to be written into human history. This monstrosity, nearly two feet long and as thick as a wine bottle, was her weapon of choice in defeating her enemies. with a pair of balls that would make apples jealous, she created a slew of crazy meanuevers impossible for anyone but her; her devices of her victory, and no one ever saw them coming.

But, deep down, I knew I could win.

See, I was no ordinary man. Unlike those fools in the pro-wrestling ranks, I was a trained black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, a prize-winning boxer, and an undefeated MMA champion. THis match was mainly a publicity stunt assembled by my manager, after a million requests online for the two undefeated to "fight." While in my waiting room, though, I figured it would be the easiest fight of my life. Pro wrestling isn't real. It's fixed. And since nobody has come in and told me how to throw the fight, I assumed that I'd be the winner here.

My girlfriend, Janna, was sitting by my side as I stretched out in the green room. She was really just some girl I thought would be an easy pick-up one night, but she was so much more when I got to know her. We hadn't been together long, but it was good. She loved watching me get ready for a fight, mostly because I was huge and ripped - big, strong arms, a chiseled s