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Welcome to another special issue of UWWL Insider. This time we’re focusing onsomething that makes the Underground Women’s Wrestling League unique in the world of
women’s professional wrestling: the regular use of torture as a consequence for defeat, and
sometimes just as a way for the ladies to take out their extreme hatred on one another. Torture is
so common in the UWWL that Monica Millions has rules about torture sessions, and it’s listed as
an “occupational hazard” in the contract whenever she signs a new babyface to the league.
Every UWWL good girl knows that being tortured by her enemies is a real possibility, and
recently 19 year old undefeated rookie sensation Ashley Starr found that out the hard way. When
the last special issue was going to press we got information about an incident in which Ashley
was kidnapped and tortured by a mysterious group of bad girls as a way of “welcoming” her to
the league.
Ashley is 5’6” with brown eyes and shoulder length, slightly wavy dark hair. She has star tattoos
over her ovaries and a shooting star tattoo on the upper front part of her right leg that you can see
through her sheer tights when she wrestles in her usual white metallic sheen bikini and ankle
high white wrestling boots. She might be the best high flyer in the world, and her finisher – the
shooting Starr press – might be the most sensational move in women’s professional wrestling.
This issue kicks off with an exclusive interview with Ashley; she agreed to talk about the
incident as long as she can issue a warning to the perpetrators.
UI: Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Ashley. How are you feeling?
AS: It’s been a few weeks so I’m almost 100%. I’m still pretty sore, but I’m more upset and
angry than anything – and I can’t wait to get back in the ring. The other good girls have been
really supportive during my recovery… well, most of them.
UI: What do you mean?
AS: Never mind.
UI: Fair enough. So what exactly happened?
AS: [sighs] …it was a typical day like any other, and I was working out at the gym where many
of the UWWL babyfaces work out and train. It’s supposed to be a safe haven, but it wasn’t this
day. I got out of the shower, got dressed, and then started walking to my car. I thought I heard
people following me, but I didn’t think much of it – though I should have. They jumped me
when I was walking through the narrow exit corridor on the way to the parking lot, and I felt a
hand put a chloroform rag over my mouth. I drifted off, and I woke up after I was dumped into a
dimly lit basement or warehouse looking area. There were three of them, and they were wearing
stockings over their faces to hide their identities; fucking cowards. They beat me up, stripped me
naked, bound me, and then shoved me onto a seat before beating me up some more.
UI: That’s terrible.
AS: That part was nothing.
UI: Do you have any idea who did this? Could it have been The Hellcats getting revenge for you
defeating Mindy at Tokyo Takeover?
AS: I thought of that, but I don’t think it was Mindy because I’ve wrestled her and I know what
her hands feel like on my body. Plus she’s pretty short and I would have noticed that. I guess it
could have been the other Hellcats. I don’t know, I don’t know who it was… all I know is that
they hurt me – worse than I’ve ever been hurt before.
UI: What did they do to you?
AS: [pauses] …you know, the other babyfaces warned me about this magazine, they told me that
it’s more for heel fans who like to read about us getting hurt – and that you’d ask me for minute
details about my suffering.
UI: [no response]
AS: [sighs] I guess talking about this can help put it behind me …they started with my breasts.
They stood me up with my wrists bound behind my back and they tied my tits up real good, and
then they stretched my nipples. It really hurt when they eventually untied my breasts and the
blood rushed back in. Most of that day is a blur in my mind, but the worst part of this session
was when they clamped electrodes to my crotch and electrocuted my pussy.
UI: I’m sorry that happened to you, it sounds awful.
AS: I’m sure you are. Anyway, after that they shoved me against a wall and kept stretching my
nipples while one of the cruel bitches worked my vagina with a coarse, spiky vibrator that hurt
like hell.
UI: Did they make you come?
AS: What kind of a question is that? Yes, they did - several times. I was already sore from the
electricity, and the vibrator was designed for pain, so the orgasms hurt.
UI: What happened next?
AS: Next was when they bent me over and tied me to this wooden thing that looked like
something from a Renaissance festival. They whipped me, for quite some time. My back and ass
were really sore after that, and I still have some marks on my body. After that they dumped me
onto a table and chained my wrists and ankles with my legs spread. They stretched my pussy.
They squeezed my clit with a metal tool. Then they took this thin, glass looking thing that lit up
and crackled and they stuffed it into my stretched vagina. The pain was like nothing I’ve ever
felt. I was beside myself squirming on the table with my wrists and ankles chained down. All I
wanted was to get that thing out of me, but they just kept using it over and over. They fucked me
with it, and shoved it hard right back to my cervix. That might have been the worst part.
I lost track of time after that, delirious with pain. And you know what? They never said a word
the entire time. They went about their business in silence, as if they were working on a car or
fixing a watch. I guess they didn’t want me to recognize their voices. I think it’s sick how these
heels torture somebody like it’s nothing, and this league shouldn’t involve shit like this. It’s
professional wrestling, not the Spanish inquisition. I joined the UWWL because I knew it was a
challenge, and I want to make a difference in the war against the bad girls. The other babyfaces
and my fans tell me that it was inevitable for me to be tortured and that it’s like a rite of passage.
But it shouldn’t have to be like that.
UI: …so there was more?
AS: Unfortunately. Lots more. I don’t even remember all of it because it was like a fuzzy
nightmare and I was drifting in and out of consciousness. I remember them wrapping my tits up
again, hoisting me up by the tits, and then lowering my pussy onto a bristle covered pommel
horse thing. I remember screaming, but it was almost like an out of body experience. Then later,
and this is really a blur because I was not only in pain but really exhausted, they stretched me on
some kind of medieval torture rack and stretched my nipples while using that god damn vibrator
again – giving me orgasm after painful orgasm as I suffered on the rack. The nightmare came to
an end when they chloroformed me again and I woke up naked and hogtied on the hood of my
car with my panties stuffed in my mouth. I remember that the sun was coming up. Rebecca and a
few other babyfaces eventually got me and took me to the hospital.
UI: My God, that’s awful Ashley.
AS: As we agreed, I want to end the interview with this: I know that the bitches who did this to
me will read this magazine, and I want them to know that someday I will find out who it was,
and I will get my revenge. Only I will get revenge where it counts – in the ring.
UI: Thank you for your time, Ashley.
AS: Sure. Oh, and one last thing: myself and a few other good girls have a big announcement to Ashley will soon be fully recovered and will be back to her winning ways in the ring, continuing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
make at the upcoming PainFest pay-per-view.
her ascent up the rankings. Yet the mystery remains: who tortured Ashley Starr?