Going to Wrestlemania... at a cost (Story)

I couldn't believe my eyes. I had won two tickets to watch Wrestlemania! As a lifelong wrestling fan, it was a dream come true. I was so excited that I could barely contain myself. I had heard about the contest to win free tickets, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would win!

My excitement didn't last long, however. I soon found out that there was a catch. The tickets were only mine if I was willing to take a hard kick to the balls from Bianca Belair, one of the toughest wrestlers in the league.

It was some sort of promotional spectacle... but I was so stunned that I could barely speak. I had never been kicked in the nuts before and I wasn't sure if I could even handle it.

I will never forget the moment when I witnessed my friend Paul get kicked in the balls by his own sister. It was like a scene out of a movie; I was completely astonished. He had just made a smart remark, and she quickly retaliated with a swift kick to his family jewels.

His face contorted in pain, and he fell to the ground with a loud groan. The shock and agony spread all over his face, and I could only stare in disbelief. He was writhing in pain, and all I could do was offer him a few sympathetic words. It was a moment that I will never forget, and I can still hear his groans echoing in my head.

"My balls, my balls... she kicked my balls... oooh my balls!!"

It was a painful lesson in sibling rivalry, but also a reminder to always choose your words carefully. As I watched Paul on the floor, kicking his feet in agony while his sister giggled at this suffering... I knew it was a humiliating experience in so many ways.

Still, I was determined to get the tickets. I was willing to do anything for them. I knew I had to be brave and face my fears. After a few minutes of deep breathing, I finally worked up the courage to agree to the challenge.

When I arrived at the arena, a roaring crowd greeted me. I was so nervous that my legs were shaking, but I knew I had to keep going. I made my way to the ring and waited for Bianca Belair. When she finally arrived, I was stunned. She was even more intimidating in person than she was on TV. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest.

Bianca Belair took one look at me and laughed. "You're willing to do this?" she asked. “I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt... a LOT. I'm going to be kicking you right in the balls and I'm not going to go easy on them. So this is your last chance to back out. Are you sure you want to be kicked in the nuts?” she warned.

I hated the way she phrased the question, almost as if I was asking her to kick my testicles... but what could I do? To make things worse, prior to walking out to the arena, they forced me to wear these really tight shorts, which made my package extremely obvious, and my slightly larger than the average balls were on display and very easy targets.

"Do you really have to kick me... in my boys?" I say sheepishly, looking down at my undefended crotch and the backup to her.

" Yup, I have to kick you right in the nuts. That's what makes it fun well for me anyway… I'm sure your balls are gonna hate it!"

I gulped and nodded as she laughed at my nervousness. "Alright then, let's do this!" she said with a smile.

My legs were trembling as I stood in the middle of the ring. I closed my eyes and waited for Bianca Belair to do her thing. I felt her approach me, and then, after a few seconds of terrible anticipation, I opened my eyes to see her rearing her foot back before it flew forward in a perfect arc... then...

CRUNCH!

Her foot collided flawlessly with my undefended nut sack, crushing my balls brutally into my torso, as they had nowhere to go to escape the impact.

I was almost transfixed I’m a daze as the pain washed over me, and I didn't even move for a second... and I guess she saw that as the perfect opportunity as she walked up and put her hands on my shoulders and then needed me in the balls as Hard as she could before I could even react.

It's not like my entire world was crumbling around me as her kneecap absolutely crushed my testicles for the 2nd time in just a few seconds. I had been so worried about getting hit in the balls just one time, but... this is so much worse than anything I could have imagined.

My vision went black for a second as absolutely mind shattering agony flooded my body and my nuts radiated this uniquely masculine pain I had never felt before. As I felt nothing but pain shot through my body, I immediately collapsed to the mat, clenching my eyes tightly and  howling those all too familiar words.

"MY NUTS, MY NUTS, OOOOOOH...  MY...MY FUCKING NUTS.....NGGGHHHH"

Still groaning in utter torment, I opened my eyes and saw Bianca Belair standing in front of me, laughing as she spoke.

"You did it! You actually took two shots right to the jewels! Now go enjoy Wrestlemania!"

However, there was no way I could even speak, let alone move to my seat. Bianca must have caught on and played it up for comedy, raising her leg and putting her boot on top of me. She mocked my groans and got the crowd into the jeering as I tried to endure the worst pain I ever felt in my entire life.

After what felt like an hour, Bianca and someone off to the side that I didn't know must have had enough of my sulking, and came up to usher me to my seat before leaving to go back to start the actual show.

Despite how badly my nuts still hurt, I was in awe of the athleticism and skill of the wrestlers. But I was also in awe of my own ‘bravery’. I had faced my fears and... won, if you can call it that. I was the luckiest fan in the arena that night and showed I had the balls to do what ever it takes... for better or worse.