I helped Sean back to the dressing room with Clark. Sean looked up at me, "Thanks for standing up for me out there man. But be careful, Kaitlyn is no joke. Plus if you lose she's gets to fuck you in the ass with a strap-on. Then you'll be the joke of the entire league. That's what my problem was. I lost a match where that was the stimulation. I was pounded for fifteen with an 8 inch strap-on. That's why this losing streak was so hard on me."

The reality of what I had just done had finally set in. I was going to be in a match where if I did lose, Kaitlyn would be fucking my ass in front of everyone and my career as a sex wrestler would be over. My fantasy would be over. I had to train as hard as possible over the next week. As Sean got dressed, Clark put his hand on my shoulder, "You got some balls, Rob. You'll be in for a fight against Kaitlyn but she is definitely beatable. I'll see you tomorrow for training."

Clark walked out the door. Sean, who took a cab over to the center, rode with me home. He stared out the window, "I'll be there in your corner next weekend. It's the least I can do. You just got to beat her."

"I will man, don't you worry." I told him confidently. Even though there was confidence in my voice, I was nervous. Maybe I did bite off more than I could chew.

I finally had a peaceful night of sleep. Something about knowing that I was going to have another match must have calmed me down. I woke up rest and relaxed. Something was different this time, I wasn't just happy to be living out fantasy but now had a desire to win my match. My goal wasn't just to win the match, but destroy Kaitlyn.

I arrived at the center later that night for training with Clark. He greeted me warmly. "I still can't believe what you did the other night. I think every single guy has said that he wanted to issue a challenge to another girl, but never right in the ring. I'm impressed. That took a lot of balls."

"Thanks, Clark. I just couldn't take it anymore. I mean it has been three weeks since I lost to The Vixen. I just needed to step it up. Even if it means putting anal sex on the line." I responded.

"Just got to make sure you have a good week of training. Even do some training at home if you can." Clark said as he climbed into the ring.

That's exactly what was happening. Training that week was intense. I thought my first two weeks of training were intense. This week made those weeks feel like a simple jog around the block. Clark had me working my striking attacks to my submission work. Kaitlyn was extremely flexible. Basic submissions might not be able to get her to tap out. I also worked on different pinning positions. As athletic as Kaitlyn was she was still new like me. She was definitely going to make mistakes. I just had to make sure that I limited my mistakes as well. I had to keep on Kaitlyn bell to bell.

During the week Sean was giving me notes about some of the moves Kaitlyn used on him. "She has stronger arms than legs. Which is shocking because most women's legs are their best weapon. She locked in a tight sleeper hold which really caused me pain the entire match. She hits with some power as well, but she will take chances which you might be able to capitalize on." Sean noted.

"Does she have any weaknesses sexually?" I asked.

"Not that I am aware of, but I didn't really get on the sex attack during our match." Sean said with some disgrace.

Clark didn't know much about her either. She had won her first match in decisive fashion just like she did with Sean. I wasn't sure if this would work in my favor or against me. Since Kaitlyn had never been really touched sexually in the ring, she might over react during the moment. I made a mental note to make sure to get to her pussy early in the match.

All week, I trained as hard as I possibly could. I was sure that Danielle and Victoria had been giving Kaitlyn notes on my wrestling style, so I needed to be able to catch her off guard. I was not going to give Kaitlyn the pleasure of fucking me in the center of the ring with a strap-on. By Friday night I was ready to go.

I was changing back out of my training clothes, when Mr. Bartlett walked into the locker room. I glanced up at him. "Hey Mr. Bartlett, how are you?"

"I'm good Rob, how has training been this week?" he asked with some concern.

"Intense. Clark has really worked me out. I'm getting better each day. I really want this match." I responded with some confidence.

"Good. Listen Rob, I want you to win this match. I didn't know much about the type of guy you were until the other night. It shows me that I can count on you to eventually challenge for the title. We need to make sure we get that title back on a guy's waist. Ms. Wallace hasn't let me hear the end of it since her champion won it a few months ago. Since then I haven't been able to find a guy who will last in a match." Mr. Bartlett told me.

This was the first time that I was having an actual conversation with Mr. Bartlett. He continued, "One of the rules Ms. Wallace and I have is that whichever sex holds the title, gets 2/3 of the money brought in each night of matches and gets control in the bedroom. I don't think I can take much more of Ms. Wallace being in control."

This made so much sense now. Mr. Bartlett and Ms. Wallace were using us to dictate what happens in their own sex life. The lights were starting to go on one by one.

"Well Mr. Bartlett, I want this. This is my biggest fantasy come true. I want to have a title match eventually. I want to bring the title back to male side." I assured him.

"We will see tomorrow, Rob. Good luck. Both Ms. Wallace and I will be watching from ringside." And with that Mr. Bartlett left the locker room.

I packed my bag and started to walk down the hall. I turned the corner and almost knocked over a woman. "Woah, excuse me." I apologized

She was only about 5 feet tall and had slightly curly brown hair that came down just below her shoulders. She was extremely petite and barely looked older than 18 or 19 years old.

"It's ok." She said shyly. "I should watch where I am walking. I'm Tiffany."

"Nice to meet you Tiffany. I'm Rob." I shook her small little hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh I just have a meeting with Ms. Wallace." She said.

I smiled. She must be a new wrestler. I looked at her. She was beautiful in that cute girl next door look. She looked like she would be good for Sean. Small, couldn't be very strong. Maybe over time I'd face her, but my business was with Kaitlyn. "Well again please to meet you Tiffany, good luck in your next match."

She thanked me and I walked out the door. I put my meeting with Tiffany out of my mind. In less than 24 hours, either Kaitlyn or I would be fucking the loser in the ass.

I was so exhausted from the week of intense training that I slept until noon the next day. I packed my bag early and headed to the center even earlier. Clark greeted me at the door like always. "Great news buddy, you are the last match of the evening. You got some time to relax and enjoy yourself."

This was a first. I have never been the last match of the night. I followed Clark into the room with some food and water. I tried to relax, listen to some music and get something to eat. I didn't even want to watch the other two matches of the night. I was forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. Sean arrived about an hour after me. He let me know that the first match was over. I headed to the training room to stretch out and get ready for my match. I was loose, ready to go. I headed into the locker room to get naked. I was really starting to get cut from all my training.

I pulled on my rocket mask and walked in the hallway to the entrance. "Here we go." I told myself. My music blared over the loud speakers. I took off running down the ramp and slid into the ring. I played to the crowd. Goading them into cheering for me louder. The announcer came over the speaker, "Coming to the ring, with a record of 1-1, The Rocket Rob!!!!" People were already on the edge of their seat. This had to be the most people that I had seen at a match.

My music faded. Kaitlyn's music hit and the announcer came back on, "Coming to the ring, with a record of 2-0, The Jersey Girl Kaitlyn!!!!" Kaitlyn stepped through the curtain. She looked hot. Her blonde hair coming out of her mask. She strutted to the ring and climbed into the ring, bending almost at a 90 degree angle to show the crowd her ample ass. Kaitlyn definitely had it all. Firm tits, flat stomach, and a firm thick ass.

The referee called us to the center of the ring. He held up an 8 inch strap-on with balls attached to it. "The winner of the match will win the right to fuck the loser in the ass in the center of the ring. Best two out of three falls. Good luck to both of the competitors."

I looked Kaitlyn dead in the eyes. "I can't wait to fuck your ass, Kaitlyn. It has been so long since I've had anal sex. I'm looking forward to it." I smirked at Kaitlyn.

"Oh, I don't think you'll get anywhere near this ass. I'm going to pop your ass cherry right in front of everyone here and humiliate you." She responded viciously. She was just as amped as I was to have this match. Both of us with something to prove to the rest of the league.

We both walked back to our corners. I looked down into the crowd, there was Clark and Sean sitting right behind my corner. "You got this bitch, Rocket!" screamed Sean. I nodded at him. "Ding, Ding, Ding" the bell rang out to began the match.