In the front row, Sarah and Andrea were the only people who weren’t yelling at Mark for his treatment of the hometown hero. They were both staring up at him as he motioned to his eyes, then the two of them, then jerked a thumb in the direction of the locker room while the referee was retrieving his championship belt. He yanked the belt away from the referee and held it up over his head, taking the time to walk directly across the still-prone Daniel’s back disrespectfully as he paraded his superiority in front of the crowd. A hail of styrofoam cups and popcorn bags rained down on the ring as several security guards marched down to escort him back to his dressing room.
As the upset crowd filed out of the arena, Sarah leaned over toward Andrea.
“Do you think we can actually, like, get back there?” she asked.
“Dunno. I mean, we might as well try, right?”
“Hell yeah, girl. Let’s do it.”
They waited until the crowd had nearly emptied out, then walked up to one of the arena security guards, an older man who had seen many Mark Mammoth matches and wasn’t the least bit surprised when the two women asked him how to get back to Mark’s dressing room. He chuckled to himself and beckoned the two to follow him, opening a part of the security railing for them to walk through. The security guard shook his head as he checked the girls out from behind, wondering how in the world The Mammoth managed to pull that kind of tail night after night in the middle of championship wrestling matches.
He led Sarah and Andrea to Mark’s dressing room, pointing to the door with a placard reading “CHAMP’S DRESSING ROOM – PRIVATE” affixed to it. He thought about warning the girls about what they were really in for, then shook his head. Watching the walk of shame out of Mammoth’s dressing room was usually the highlight of his night after shows anyway.
Andrea looked over at Sarah as they walked up to the dressing room door. They both paused for a moment, feeling a little trepidation and a lot of excitement.
“Should we, like, knock?” asked Andrea.
“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, duh, he’s not gonna just know we’re out here.” replied Sarah with a laugh. Andrea giggled and rapped on Mark’s door with her knuckles. His deep, rough voice sounded out a “Cmon in” from behind the door, and Andrea twisted the door open and looked inside.
Both girls gasped in absolute shock. Mark was sitting on a folding chair in the middle of the room, stark naked, obviously waiting for the girls to show up there. His black shorts were sitting piled in the corner of the room, along with the wrestling trunks he wore underneath. He had a cocky grin on his face and one hand wrapped around his enormous erect cock, motioning for the girls to come in and close the door behind them.
“What took you so fuckin long to get back here? Goddamn.” he asked the girls.

Mark Richards, also known as Mark Mammoth, is the biggest, baddest professional wrestler in all of Texas. He’s an unstoppable, irresistible combination of muscles, charisma, and outright bad boy arrogance, and his biggest fans Sarah Wilson and Andrea Babbage have front row tickets tonight. During a break in the action in the most important championship match of Mark’s career, he makes the pair the offer they were waiting for – a trip back to his dressing room for a two on one handicap match.

Will the two girls manage to tag team Mark or will he come out on top after some intense backstage action?

This 6000+ word short story contains hard-hitting professional wrestling, a powerful alpha male who knows what he wants, and an MFF menage featuring every single hole getting plugged – including one girl’s very first anal adventure – raw and unprotected backstage!

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