Griffin Feist, AKA the Showstopper, was drenched in sweat, decked out in his signature black tights featuring red hearts with a silver border. He was on his knees in the center of the ring following a spectacular high stakes match.
The crowd roared their approval after his hard fought victory, but they were surprised to see that their favorite villain was no longer alone.
Griffin's golden chest heaved, his generous spread of hair adorning chiseled pectorals and abs, and his black hair long and damp. His eyes, narrow and stormy grey, were fixed on the surprise visitor.
In his arms was a girl, a child of no more than thirteen years old. Griffin clutched her to his perspiring, taut body, one large hand gripping her back and waist, the other threaded under her knees, his fingers pressed deeply into her upper thighs as he held her bridal style.
She was a voracious fan, and had won a chance to meet her hero after his much anticipated fight, which he won handily.
"I'm so happy to meet you, Showstopper! I'm your very biggest fan." The girl smiled shyly, batting her long eyelashes up at him.
"And I'm always excited to meet a hardcore fan, honey," Feist returned as the thousands of attendees cheered from the stands.
Griffin adjusted his hand around her thighs for a better grip. As he moved, his fingers brushed against her tiny cleft, and he moaned loudly as he felt her bare skin.
Griffin leaned down and whispered hoarsely in her ear, his member lengthening and thickening in his tights.
"You're not wearing any panties."
The young girl looked straight ahead, her face pleased but her posture slightly stiff. But she visibly relaxed when his rough yet careful hands made contact and leaned against him.
"I don't like them. It's itchy on my pussy," she whispered back, too quiet for the audience to hear.
Griffin laughed indulgently. "I don't doubt it. A young lady has gotta let her garden breathe."
The girl nodded solemnly.
"What's your name, princess?" Griffin was covertly smelling her long blonde hair, her little body obscuring his massive arousal from the crowd.
"Abigail. And you're Griffin," she giggled coyly, her virgin cunt responding to his covert touch.
Griffin grinned and pulled her even closer. He could smell her shampoo and laundry soap and the fresh innocence she radiated, which began to cause an ache deep in his loins.
"Kiss me, Abigail."
"Why?"
"Cause you're making me hurt."
Abigail frowned, her little arm around his muscular shoulder and the other flat against the underside of her thigh to keep her dress from riding up.
"Why do you hurt?"
"Cause pretty little ladies like you walk around with your blonde hair and green eyes and make boys like me go wild."
Abigail glanced around at the jam packed auditorium, thousands of people merely watching the events unfold, unable to directly hear their conversation.
Her petite hand slowly moved from her thigh to his sweat-slicked chest, and she grimaced slightly at the perspiration, causing Griffin to chuckle.
"You think I need a shower, huh?" He bounced her up and down gently in his bulky arms.
Abigail nodded, then put her hand up to his face, cupping his cheek in a surprisingly mature gesture for such a tiny female.
"It's okay. I didn't take a shower today either."
"Dirty little girl."
Another giggle. "Do you wanna play with me?" Her eyes were big and open as she looked up at him, her slender fingers smoothing his wild chest hair.
Instead of replying, Griffin simply pressed his sweaty lips against hers, slowly moving his lower lip under hers and pushing in with obvious desire.
To his delight, the tiny blonde immediately became handsy, her arm moving from his back to his hair, and she stroked his locks as they kissed.
The audience, completely stunned to see Showstopper, the beloved WWE superstar, sharing a passionate kiss with a little blonde teen, remained silent.
The air became charged with erotic intent, and as Griffin lifted Abigail up higher in his arms to lock lips better, everyone clearly saw his raging erection straining against his tights.
The bulge was sizable, and some female attendees began catcalling and hooting, their excitement over his massive boner almost whipping them into frenzy.
Every woman and many of the men assembled, would've kill to be in Abigail's place at that moment.
Griffin parted her rosy mouth with his large, hot tongue. He snaked around until he came into contact with her small tongue, then he groaned audibly in her mouth.
This seemed to encourage Abigail, and she rubbed his hairy pecs and thrashed her tongue clumsily against his.
Griffin then broke the kiss, panting with need, and carefully set her down on the mat.
He had to have her there and then, and he didn't care who watched him.
Griffin would fuck the shit out of this little blonde babe and thereby become the greatest heel that ever lived, and ever would live.
Nothing could top the jaw dropping depravity of what he was about to do. People all around the world would talk about this for years to come.
Griffin had never taken a kid to pound town before, but the idea of popping little Abigail's intact hymen gave him paroxysms of lust.
"You ready to lose that cherry, baby girl?" Griffin grunted as he quickly shed his tights and began shoving her pretty blue summer dress up.
The crowd collectively gasped as Abigail's miniscule slit was revealed to the cameras, and became even more chaotic as they saw Showstopper's huge throbbing cock so near to her untouched hole.
Griffin winked at the camera as he bent down and kissed Abigail again, which caused her to wrap her smooth legs around his waist and hold him tight.
"You're my very favorite wrestler, Griffin," Abigail said with utmost seriousness between kisses.
"And you're my favorite fan, Abigail," Showstopper returned, his lips traveling to her neck, where he lightly nibbled until she giggled at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then his hands explored her delicate thighs and feet as he kissed her clothed chest and down to her bare stomach.
Griffin dipped his tongue playfully in her navel, and she grinned and writhed appreciatively.
Then his lips were covering her cleft, her opening so small that his mouth took all of her folds in at once. Griffin lapped at her like a thirsty kitten, and he groaned as he sampled her exquisite juices. Abigail tasted like a warm Spring afternoon, full of purity and color.
Griffin worked her moistening flesh slowly, using his tongue to penetrate her as she moaned and dug her fingers into his long hair.
Abigail's mother attempted to rush the stage to intervene before her daughter had her innocence ruined by the notorious Showstopper, but security stopped her short.
She wailed hopelessly as they forced her back into her seat.
Meanwhile, the elites in their VIP lounges watched the scene with growing interest and excitement.
Griffin had always been a ruthless killer and fighter, but they had never considered that he would resort to statutory rape in order to keep his ratings up, and by extension stay alive.
The elites hobnobbed with each other, nibbling hors d'oeuvres as they began to feel warm between the legs.
Women rubbed their thighs together to get relief, while men pressed themselves up against the first warm body they saw.
Griffin Feist was a master of erotic masculinity and unadulterated power, it could not be denied.
His ability to rouse audiences into a frenzy with his ostentatious outfits, sarcastic banter, and frequent surprise applications of his famous finishing move- the Top Dog- cemented his status as an icon.
But Griffin knew that all it took was a few bad days and then all of a sudden you're not competing as much, and then you're off the roster, and off the planet.
Showstopper wasn't about to let that happen.
He flicked his tongue against her clit a final time after her first orgasm ever, and removed his face from her juicy, dripping slot.
Some in the crowd cheered at the sight of Showstopper's handsome face covered in the sweet fluids of Abigail's barely pubescent pussy, and others shouted in horror.
Griffin grinned and waved, before rising up and settling his body between her legs, his member pulsing inches away from her little cunt.
"You make me so hard I could cut fuckin diamonds," Griffin told her, nudging her folds gently with the swollen head of his prick.
"I just wanna make you happy, Griffin," Abigail's eyes fluttered in pleasure as he rubbed her moist flesh and put an inch or two inside.
Abigail then winced at the continuing intrusion, and Griffin's cock jumped inside her when he felt the thin wall of her hymen against him.
The crowd applauded and booed simultaneously.
"So sweet, baby, so sweet." Showstopper purred as he eased another inch inside. He spread her thighs further, seeking the angle of deepest penetration, and she clutched his bulging biceps.
Griffin's huge, ripped body almost completely covered Abigail's, with only her little legs sticking out on either side of him and her streaming blonde hair strewn around the pair.
"Do me next!" A delirious woman screamed from the stands.
"Maybe if you're good," Griffin smirked.
He looked down at Abigail, her dress pushed up, her hair a mess, and her eyes riveted on the wrestler she loved the most. She trusted him implicitly, and simply awaited his command to tell her how to please him.
Abigail was determined to show her idol that she could rock his world like he rocked hers every time she saw one of his matches. Even at her age, she understood that Showstopper was motivated by sex, and spent extra time with nubile, horny female fans. If this is what it took for him to love her, this is what she would do.
"Do me, Daddy," Abigail whispered.
Griffin groaned at her words and immediately snapped his hips powerfully into her, bursting her hymen and spilling her virgin's blood.
Abigail's screech of pain reverberated in the auditorium, and many clapped wildly as they saw Griffin's erect fuckpole split open her vagina. The ropey veins on his thick shaft stood out on the pink flesh, making his cock look like some sort of weapon of sexual destruction.
"Yeah, fuck her good!"
"You the man, Showstopper!"
The response from the crowd was deafening, with mixed cheers and shouts of umbrage coagulating into one vast roar.
Abigail felt Griffin become even harder inside her at the reaction, and she reached up and stroked his tanned muscles through her discomfort.
"Shit, you're so damn tight, sweetie. And you take me so good. I'm gonna give you every drop of my load." Griffin's voice was harsh with arousal as he pumped vivaciously into her thirteen year old snatch, feeling the absolute limit of penetration.
"That's the bottom," he grunted, balls deep in her tiny pussy as he dropped sweat all over her.
"Not too hard!" Abigail whimpered, her cunt stretched to maximum capacity by his member.
But Griffin was so worked up from the crowd's reaction and the feeling of being squeezed inside a moist vice, that he merely carried on pounding her hard into the mat.
Abigail's face was level with his nipples as he worked within her, and she arched up and placed little smooches all over his furry chest.
Griffin's heavy balls smacked against her buttocks with every thrust, and he heard a chant from the audience that conclusively proved that his strategy was paying off.
"Fill her up! Fill her up!"
Showstopper couldn't help but smirk with full confidence at his showmanship skills.
"You feels so good deep inside me, Mr. Feist," Abigail purred as her lover grimaced in pleasure and increased the ferocity of his attack. "You're gonna make me cum!"
The teen then threw back her yellow hair as Griffin forced her to climax.
Abigail squirted all over his big dick, her pussy convulsing wildly on his meat. Griffin pulled out and watched her scream as she shot out her juices in ecstasy, staining the already worse for wear mat.
Everyone shouted and stamped their feet at the sight of a tight blonde thirteen year old cumming hard on a jacked 30 year old's dick.
Griffin broke into a salacious grin as he spread her legs with both hands, allowing her fluids to pour out unhindered, coating his cock as he moaned and shoved his fingers inside Abigail's young cunt.
She thrashed and howled, clearly overstimulated but also totally under Griffin's spell.
Many in the crowd couldn't help but wish they could feel what Abigail felt so keenly, so aggressively. Even the naysayers had quieted down at this point.
Finally, he rammed back into her, flipping off any detractors in the audience for his continued fuck of a young girl.
Griffin was bent over, plowing her from behind, and her thin legs were tense with coiled pleasure. Abigail whimpered in desire as she arched her back and stuck out her little ass, and in return Griffin groaned appreciatively and went balls deep like she so clearly craved.
The aroused eighth grader tossed her luscious flaxen tresses as she began to wiggle her tiny hips and screech with arousal.
Showstopper smirked, hardly believing that the little fucking whore was on the precipice of another orgasm.
Not to mention, so was he, and his nut was hanging by a fraction of a thread. He held on through sheer will, with the intention of demolishing her petite hole with his very adult-sized cock.
"Little Lolita slut," Griffin spat through gritted teeth as his climax began to overtake his senses, burning everything away except for the unrepentant pleasure.
Griffin was covering her tender, fun-sized body with his, and his beefy arm was wrapped around her thin neck as he thrust with sharp thwacks of his hips.
The women in attendance drooled as they eyed Griffin's shapely posterior bounce with his abrupt movements.
Showstopper raised his arms and flexed in his signature pose as he released a torrent of fresh cum into Abigail's stretched cunt, and his adoring fans roared their approval.
Griffin slapped her ass as he drained every drop, as promised, balls deep in her hole.
"Oh, yes, gimme gimme," the girl whined, reaching behind her and spreading her cheeks for his advantage. Her tiny fingers traced the prominent veins on his pulsing cock as he slowed his thrusts and filled her up so much that his jizz began to spill out of her slit, even as he stretched her to capacity.
Griffin had fucked grown women who didn't empty his nuts the way this horny little minx did.
Finally, he retracted his satisfied meat and smashed his sweaty face against hers once more, kissing her deeply.
Then he shoved himself back in his signature tights, rose and bowed sarcastically to the stunned audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Showstopper!"