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Hey wrestling fans.
This is Jackson with a crazy story about my weekend at Wrestle Con.
While I got there late; by the time I was able to enter the facilities many of the headlining wrestlers were already tearing down their pavilions, and heading for the buses. I still managed to get some great interviews, and commentary from a few personalities.
One in particular far surpassed anything that I could ever imagine happening.
As I was walking as poised as I could between the tents, and canopies I noticed the Rowdy One; Ronda Rousey off by herself just gazing off into like a thousand yard stare.
I approached her honestly expecting to be turned around, and told that it was too late, but to my surprise she gave me a playful wink, and said hello.
I apologized for intruding, but simply had to ask her what color was her favorite dancing dress.
Her expressions were fun, and she admitted that she had a blue contemporary dancing dress that fit her like a glove, and accentuated everything about her.
She further admitted that she was really a terrible dancer, but those dresses were really cute, and made her figure look less like a fighter, or more like a woman.
As we talked about the experience I can't deny feeling a bit humored, and enchanted by her smiles, and mannerisms.
Clearly this was a line of questioning that she didn't expect, and it struck a cord with something that was intimately unique about her.
As we continued our dialog; all of the other tents, and workers were taking down all of the remaining canopies, and dismissing the talent for the night.
I realized that our discussion would likely come to a close shortly, but I quickly tried to get one last question out before our time was up.
As I tried to think about another question Ronda scratched at her calves, and I got a close look at her sexy looking heels that she had been wearing the whole day at Wrestle Con and without even thinking I just asked her if she has been wearing those heels all day.
Ronda sort of grimaced as she nodded that she had. She said that it was a special request from a fan that I appear like this, and she didn't bring any back up shoes so she's just been sporting the sexy look all day.
I just nodded feeling both sympathetic, and impressed at her dedication, and told her that I hoped that she had a masseuse waiting wherever she was staying.
Ronda just nodded, and said that wasn't gonna happen with a smirky smile, and started to grab her backpack, and her water.
But then she stopped and raised an eyebrow, and spun her leg around in an almost dance like fashion, and said; "unless your open to pampering me a little".
I stammered for a proper answer because generally the talent would be long gone, and off in their own secluded worlds by now, but I finally smiled and said; "sure; if that's what you need".
She just kind of shrugged her shoulders, and gave me a casual smile, and wrote her hotel, and room number on a card, and then handed it to me.
I was so shocked I couldn't even think at this point.
What in the world did I say, or even do to get this kind of access to a superstar like her.
I just pocketed the card, and offered to bring some fruits and coffee if she was up for it, and she smiled and nodded that it would be great.
Then she excused herself, and said that she could answer the rest of my questions later, and headed over to the official escorts from the convention, and was caught up in another worldwind of transportation, and booking discussions.
And just like that I was lost in my own world of how in the heck did that just happen.
Encounters like this were not impossible, but very rarely happen because of corporate legalities, and just talent not wanting outsiders like myself to know what was happening on the inside of the business.
I was half convinced that she was lying, and the room info was just a fake ending to get out of the conversation politely.
I guess we will find out in a couple of hours.
"Expect nothing"; I kept repeating to myself.
I went to a fancy looking coffee shop called Morning Glory and got several different coffee, and mochas so she had a spread of tastes to choose from.
Traffic was pretty packed from several other conventions happening at the same time including the wrestling convention, but eventually I ended up at the pious hotel with all of its elaborate pools, restaurants, and meeting rooms.
I headed up to the fifth floor where her room was supposed to be located and as I got off of the elevator I was met with two security guards looking me over and asking me where I was heading.
I told them the room number, and that I was Jackson from Above The Ring magazine.
As they checked a bunch of papers in front of them I was sure that they would turn me around. I wasn't anyone special really. Just a free lance writer, and commentator from a barely recognizable magazine run by a bunch of overzealous sports lovers that thought they had there own bend of certain subject matters.
Just as they were giving me a crooked look of suspicion, and doubt I heard someone shout my name from behind me.
As I looked around; it was Ronda poking her head from her door, and she told them that I was clear to come to her room, but no further.
I was hardly able to believe it still.
I got the coffees, and walked over to Ronda holding the door, and letting me inside.
The room was pretty basic with a king sized bed, a desk, and a pretty nice bathroom.
They also had access to pools, lounges, and many other amenities in the hotel so it all still added up to more than the average person could probably get access to.
Ronda had changed from her earlier heels, jeans, and tank top to loose Penn State University sweatpants, and a gray tshirt. Her hair was wet from a recent shower, but still very fashionably cute considering her stature.
She got on her phone, and waved me over to show me a picture of the blue dance dress that we were talking about earlier.
It was certainly a dress that most people with kill to see her in, but I couldn't help but feel a little nervous after all of the traffic, the security check, and now I'm talking one on one with one of wrestling biggest most iconic stars.
She took the black coffee and started to sip at it, as I sat at the foot of the bed, and she on the side.
Things became quiet as I let her sip her coffee, and try out the pineapple, and pear slices that I brought.
She decided to break the silence and asked me just how good I thought that I was at pampering such hard hitting feet, and she tapped her arches flat against my shoulder.
She was a good size 8, and they were rugged, but still very pretty for how much she probably used them.
I said that there was only really one way to find out, and I could start anytime.
She slowly laid out on the left side of the bed as she would if she were to take a snooze, and propped both of her feet onto one of the pillows.
I can't deny that my heart started to race as her feet were so accessable, and ready to be played with.
But I tried to play it smooth, and set myself as comfortably as possible beside those plain, but capable looking barefeet of hers.
I started to rub her heels in circles, and slowly let the wrinkles along her arches guide my traces.
She just fell quiet, and breathed a little more deeply
as her and I both enjoyed our little session here.
I continued for a few minutes, and asked her if she would like some coconut lotion to make it a little more slippery, and soothing and she told me to use whatever I wanted except mayonnaise.
We both had a good laugh talking about the effects that mayonnaise, and other condiments would have on the skin care regimen. She was humorous, and open to all sorts of channels of conversing.
We were getting a little more comfortable, and she wiggled her feet more as I lathered the lotion over her the balls of her feet, and arches.
I noticed a couple of unexpected twitches a couple of times, and tactfully apologized for accidently tickling her.
She kept a straight look on her face, and dared me to do it again.
I joked that she would probably lay me out cold if I even tried, and she surprised me by responding that that would only happen if I leaked it to the public.
I sort of slowed down, and massaged her toes by spreading them out.
As I massaged her more I said; "so if it stays here in this room I get to tickle as much as I want huh"?
She just looked at me with a soft smile, and replied; "I said I dare you".
I still wasn't sure if that was permission enough, and started to trace, and rub around her heels, and ankles.
She started to teasingly poke my face, and chin with her free foot, and playfully coerced me into retaliating, but I stayed focused for the moment.
As I started to rub up her calves she asked to reposition just a little, and turned over on her stomach giving me access to her hamstrings, calves, and feet.
For some reason her facing away from me now gave me the confidence to poke her toes more, and scratch at her arches.
I noticed flinches, and after a few more flicks between her toes she even giggle just a bit.
She even joked that it was about time that I got brave enough to play a little.
I decided to dig my fingers hard under her toes, and arches, and she let out a wave of deep, gut shaking laughs that made the room erupt into that most cute, and innocent sounding giggles I think I have ever heard.
As I tickled her more she wrinkled her toes, and started to kick at the bed hysterically.
She really seemed to like the playful tickle game that we were playing, and even though she was laughing louder as the tickles continued; there wasn't any calls for it to stop.
My fingers gently traced, and poked further up her legs, and in a silly, and out of breath tone looked back and said; "I hope you are enjoying yourself now".
I wagged my fingers around the backs of her knees, and now not only was she kicking her feet, but also bucking madly up and down. She flipped over onto her back and started to grab my hands, but then I glided my fingers around her hips, and strong tummy and she curled up into a ball and kept laughing, but trying to keep her voice down as she was trying not to disturb anyone, or perhaps more importantly; she didn't want people to discover how much this really did tickle her.
Her laughter became deeper, and I noticed her tearing up from laughing so much, and decided to let her breath as I resorted to rubbing her powerful, and muscular upper thighs.
She took a few deeper breaths, closed her eyes, and smiled occasionally opening them, and making eye contact with me.
I had a strong sense that she was enjoying the hands on attention, and really liked to play fight perhaps more than she liked fighting in the ring.
She was a very kinesthetic woman with a guarded desire to be romantic without it seeming too coy, or overly dramatic.
I rubbed her legs for quite a while, and couldn't help but to tickle her on the feet, and ribs a few more times, and each time that I did he reactions became even more animated, intense, and inviting
At one point I managed to secure one of her arms over her head, and was softly tickling her under arms which I think made her come close to begging for me to stop.
Her armpits was her biggest reaction of the night, but everytime that I went back to tickling, and teasing her feet, and legs; her laughter became cute, constant, and almost musical.
Each time that I relented and let her breath, and rest after a few minutes she would launch a new wave of playful pokes, and tickles on me; again coercing me into another round of tickles, and play fighting.
I'm pretty sure that we both had a good workout in laughter that night. I can't answer for her, but I know that I woke up to sore abs, and sides from all of the steady laughter, but I would consider getting such an up close, and personal encounter with one of wrestling's finest in ring talents more than worth it.😜
Much was talked about that out of respect for Ronda's privacy I will keep out of this particular story, but there very well could be more conversations with the Rowdy One coming.
You never really know what you'll find in these articles. You just have to stay subscribed.😉
Feel free to comment what you liked, or didn't like about the story. Or ideas for more stories in the future. Thanks for reading.
Happy tickles everyone.🪶
This is Jackson with a crazy story about my weekend at Wrestle Con.
While I got there late; by the time I was able to enter the facilities many of the headlining wrestlers were already tearing down their pavilions, and heading for the buses. I still managed to get some great interviews, and commentary from a few personalities.
One in particular far surpassed anything that I could ever imagine happening.
As I was walking as poised as I could between the tents, and canopies I noticed the Rowdy One; Ronda Rousey off by herself just gazing off into like a thousand yard stare.
I approached her honestly expecting to be turned around, and told that it was too late, but to my surprise she gave me a playful wink, and said hello.
I apologized for intruding, but simply had to ask her what color was her favorite dancing dress.
Her expressions were fun, and she admitted that she had a blue contemporary dancing dress that fit her like a glove, and accentuated everything about her.
She further admitted that she was really a terrible dancer, but those dresses were really cute, and made her figure look less like a fighter, or more like a woman.
As we talked about the experience I can't deny feeling a bit humored, and enchanted by her smiles, and mannerisms.
Clearly this was a line of questioning that she didn't expect, and it struck a cord with something that was intimately unique about her.
As we continued our dialog; all of the other tents, and workers were taking down all of the remaining canopies, and dismissing the talent for the night.
I realized that our discussion would likely come to a close shortly, but I quickly tried to get one last question out before our time was up.
As I tried to think about another question Ronda scratched at her calves, and I got a close look at her sexy looking heels that she had been wearing the whole day at Wrestle Con and without even thinking I just asked her if she has been wearing those heels all day.
Ronda sort of grimaced as she nodded that she had. She said that it was a special request from a fan that I appear like this, and she didn't bring any back up shoes so she's just been sporting the sexy look all day.
I just nodded feeling both sympathetic, and impressed at her dedication, and told her that I hoped that she had a masseuse waiting wherever she was staying.
Ronda just nodded, and said that wasn't gonna happen with a smirky smile, and started to grab her backpack, and her water.
But then she stopped and raised an eyebrow, and spun her leg around in an almost dance like fashion, and said; "unless your open to pampering me a little".
I stammered for a proper answer because generally the talent would be long gone, and off in their own secluded worlds by now, but I finally smiled and said; "sure; if that's what you need".
She just kind of shrugged her shoulders, and gave me a casual smile, and wrote her hotel, and room number on a card, and then handed it to me.
I was so shocked I couldn't even think at this point.
What in the world did I say, or even do to get this kind of access to a superstar like her.
I just pocketed the card, and offered to bring some fruits and coffee if she was up for it, and she smiled and nodded that it would be great.
Then she excused herself, and said that she could answer the rest of my questions later, and headed over to the official escorts from the convention, and was caught up in another worldwind of transportation, and booking discussions.
And just like that I was lost in my own world of how in the heck did that just happen.
Encounters like this were not impossible, but very rarely happen because of corporate legalities, and just talent not wanting outsiders like myself to know what was happening on the inside of the business.
I was half convinced that she was lying, and the room info was just a fake ending to get out of the conversation politely.
I guess we will find out in a couple of hours.
"Expect nothing"; I kept repeating to myself.
I went to a fancy looking coffee shop called Morning Glory and got several different coffee, and mochas so she had a spread of tastes to choose from.
Traffic was pretty packed from several other conventions happening at the same time including the wrestling convention, but eventually I ended up at the pious hotel with all of its elaborate pools, restaurants, and meeting rooms.
I headed up to the fifth floor where her room was supposed to be located and as I got off of the elevator I was met with two security guards looking me over and asking me where I was heading.
I told them the room number, and that I was Jackson from Above The Ring magazine.
As they checked a bunch of papers in front of them I was sure that they would turn me around. I wasn't anyone special really. Just a free lance writer, and commentator from a barely recognizable magazine run by a bunch of overzealous sports lovers that thought they had there own bend of certain subject matters.
Just as they were giving me a crooked look of suspicion, and doubt I heard someone shout my name from behind me.
As I looked around; it was Ronda poking her head from her door, and she told them that I was clear to come to her room, but no further.
I was hardly able to believe it still.
I got the coffees, and walked over to Ronda holding the door, and letting me inside.
The room was pretty basic with a king sized bed, a desk, and a pretty nice bathroom.
They also had access to pools, lounges, and many other amenities in the hotel so it all still added up to more than the average person could probably get access to.
Ronda had changed from her earlier heels, jeans, and tank top to loose Penn State University sweatpants, and a gray tshirt. Her hair was wet from a recent shower, but still very fashionably cute considering her stature.
She got on her phone, and waved me over to show me a picture of the blue dance dress that we were talking about earlier.
It was certainly a dress that most people with kill to see her in, but I couldn't help but feel a little nervous after all of the traffic, the security check, and now I'm talking one on one with one of wrestling biggest most iconic stars.
She took the black coffee and started to sip at it, as I sat at the foot of the bed, and she on the side.
Things became quiet as I let her sip her coffee, and try out the pineapple, and pear slices that I brought.
She decided to break the silence and asked me just how good I thought that I was at pampering such hard hitting feet, and she tapped her arches flat against my shoulder.
She was a good size 8, and they were rugged, but still very pretty for how much she probably used them.
I said that there was only really one way to find out, and I could start anytime.
She slowly laid out on the left side of the bed as she would if she were to take a snooze, and propped both of her feet onto one of the pillows.
I can't deny that my heart started to race as her feet were so accessable, and ready to be played with.
But I tried to play it smooth, and set myself as comfortably as possible beside those plain, but capable looking barefeet of hers.
I started to rub her heels in circles, and slowly let the wrinkles along her arches guide my traces.
She just fell quiet, and breathed a little more deeply
as her and I both enjoyed our little session here.
I continued for a few minutes, and asked her if she would like some coconut lotion to make it a little more slippery, and soothing and she told me to use whatever I wanted except mayonnaise.
We both had a good laugh talking about the effects that mayonnaise, and other condiments would have on the skin care regimen. She was humorous, and open to all sorts of channels of conversing.
We were getting a little more comfortable, and she wiggled her feet more as I lathered the lotion over her the balls of her feet, and arches.
I noticed a couple of unexpected twitches a couple of times, and tactfully apologized for accidently tickling her.
She kept a straight look on her face, and dared me to do it again.
I joked that she would probably lay me out cold if I even tried, and she surprised me by responding that that would only happen if I leaked it to the public.
I sort of slowed down, and massaged her toes by spreading them out.
As I massaged her more I said; "so if it stays here in this room I get to tickle as much as I want huh"?
She just looked at me with a soft smile, and replied; "I said I dare you".
I still wasn't sure if that was permission enough, and started to trace, and rub around her heels, and ankles.
She started to teasingly poke my face, and chin with her free foot, and playfully coerced me into retaliating, but I stayed focused for the moment.
As I started to rub up her calves she asked to reposition just a little, and turned over on her stomach giving me access to her hamstrings, calves, and feet.
For some reason her facing away from me now gave me the confidence to poke her toes more, and scratch at her arches.
I noticed flinches, and after a few more flicks between her toes she even giggle just a bit.
She even joked that it was about time that I got brave enough to play a little.
I decided to dig my fingers hard under her toes, and arches, and she let out a wave of deep, gut shaking laughs that made the room erupt into that most cute, and innocent sounding giggles I think I have ever heard.
As I tickled her more she wrinkled her toes, and started to kick at the bed hysterically.
She really seemed to like the playful tickle game that we were playing, and even though she was laughing louder as the tickles continued; there wasn't any calls for it to stop.
My fingers gently traced, and poked further up her legs, and in a silly, and out of breath tone looked back and said; "I hope you are enjoying yourself now".
I wagged my fingers around the backs of her knees, and now not only was she kicking her feet, but also bucking madly up and down. She flipped over onto her back and started to grab my hands, but then I glided my fingers around her hips, and strong tummy and she curled up into a ball and kept laughing, but trying to keep her voice down as she was trying not to disturb anyone, or perhaps more importantly; she didn't want people to discover how much this really did tickle her.
Her laughter became deeper, and I noticed her tearing up from laughing so much, and decided to let her breath as I resorted to rubbing her powerful, and muscular upper thighs.
She took a few deeper breaths, closed her eyes, and smiled occasionally opening them, and making eye contact with me.
I had a strong sense that she was enjoying the hands on attention, and really liked to play fight perhaps more than she liked fighting in the ring.
She was a very kinesthetic woman with a guarded desire to be romantic without it seeming too coy, or overly dramatic.
I rubbed her legs for quite a while, and couldn't help but to tickle her on the feet, and ribs a few more times, and each time that I did he reactions became even more animated, intense, and inviting
At one point I managed to secure one of her arms over her head, and was softly tickling her under arms which I think made her come close to begging for me to stop.
Her armpits was her biggest reaction of the night, but everytime that I went back to tickling, and teasing her feet, and legs; her laughter became cute, constant, and almost musical.
Each time that I relented and let her breath, and rest after a few minutes she would launch a new wave of playful pokes, and tickles on me; again coercing me into another round of tickles, and play fighting.
I'm pretty sure that we both had a good workout in laughter that night. I can't answer for her, but I know that I woke up to sore abs, and sides from all of the steady laughter, but I would consider getting such an up close, and personal encounter with one of wrestling's finest in ring talents more than worth it.😜
Much was talked about that out of respect for Ronda's privacy I will keep out of this particular story, but there very well could be more conversations with the Rowdy One coming.
You never really know what you'll find in these articles. You just have to stay subscribed.😉
Feel free to comment what you liked, or didn't like about the story. Or ideas for more stories in the future. Thanks for reading.
Happy tickles everyone.🪶
