2!
3!
*DING DING DING!*
Everything was numb. Head to toe, the only feeling left in Sandra's body was the shivering stirs of the orgasm She suffered earlier in the match. Was it minutes ago? Seconds? Hell, even hours perhaps? When you've been as thoroughly dominated as the poor jobber rookie was it becomes hard to even remember your own name!
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Light slowly crept into Her eyes while the sound of Her heartbeat began to wake Her. A slight stir, a light exhale~ Sandra's fingers clawed weakly at the surface underneath Her as Her leg twitched itself awake. A groan emerged from Her throat as She realized She was once again awake.
Sandra laid splayed out on a bench backstage of the arena; it wasn't uncommon for jobbers and heavily dominated wrestlers to come back unconscious in LAW and the crew was well set up for that fact. In the room Sandra came to while completely alone, apparently no medical personnel was necessary which She supposed was a good thing... Creaking Her head up and opening Her eyes She scoured the room for any clue as to what happened to Her; although that would soon prove unnecessary as the memories of Her match crept into Her mind like a bad dream.
Looking down at Her own body it nearly shocked Her to see She was... completely naked. Ah, must have been one of those matches. Did She suffer an orgasm? Multiple perhaps? The tingling sensation remained in Her lower half as if reminding Her of what had occurred not too long ago; hopefully subsiding once She could leave the arena and say good night to another shitty night of being tossed around like a rag doll.
The only clothing in the room was Her discarded ring gear; tossed on a nearby table like dirty laundry and upon groggily stepping over to put it on- the reminder of why it was off in the first place came back to Her. Yes it was embarrassing to have to put on underwear She had already stained once from and orgasm this evening, but at least wearing something would hopefully dissuade any further harassment from the kinds of wrestlers that would best be avoided backstage.
Stepping out, Sandra's bones and muscles instantly creaked like a rusty door hinge; the jobber having to catch Herself as She leaned against a wall- Christ, at least when She received the blows She could hardly feel them long enough before being K.O'd, but the aftermath Hit so much worse... And it wasn't as if any LAW medical personnel cared enough to help a jobber who was sore from the very thing She was there to do. At least there was one comfort provided She could take advantage of, that being the sauna!
*FSSHHHHHH~*
A wave of steam hit Sandra as She groggily stepped into the sauna- God, the feeling on Her skin made Her want to just melt in place... It was a welcoming comfort that She could let the steam wash away the physical reminders of Her match tonight- She didn't even bother showering or changing first, opting to simply wander in Her ring gear albeit with Her boots and pads removed. Sandra stumbled over to the closest bench in the larger sauna room and plopped down with little thought, leaning back and letting out the most relaxed sigh She possibly could~
She earned this.