[NotThatOtherGuy]

Chapter Seven

One day, Jones found himself watching a live wrestling match. He had initially come here to get a few hours of peace from his busy job, and in some way to remind himself that he wasn’t obsessed with his magic wand.

He watched a few guys fight each other, the same typical testerone-filled displays of strength that wrestling was always known for. Much to his surprise, Jones found that a female match followed those fights – a “bra and panties match”. The object here was not for one person to beat the snot out of the other, but for one woman to strip the other of as much clothing as she could. Well, Jones just couldn’t seem to get away from this kind of subject!

Jones watched as the match raged on. One woman was able to tear the shirt off of the other, leaving her in her bare bra. That woman retaliated by pulling down her opponents’ pants, reducing her to just panties.

Jones had a feeling that this match was, in some way, staged. He didn’t figure that the women fighting would actually reduce each other to nothing. There were cameras on the fighters, and giant screens to show the entire audience. Because of this, things surely wouldn’t get too unwholesome.

Until today, that was.

Jones used his wand to remove the clothing of both girls. One girl had her t-shirt lift itself right off of her body, and fly right into the crowd. Then her brassiere strap tore itself open, and her bra itself jumped away from her. The woman thought that this was another attack from her opponent, so she spun around to face her – just to find that her opponent was also completely naked, crouching on the ground, covering her body. Now the first woman felt her panties, the last item of clothing still on her body, pull themselves down to her feet, exposing the rest of her body to the audience. The cameras were still flashing their photos, and the video cameras were still rolling. The cheering in the audience was louder than ever. Everyone could tell that this wasn’t all going exactly as planned – but nobody seemed to mind.



The next time he came here, he decided to interfere with the wrestling match in a slightly more subtle way.

This time, he simply stepped into the ring, dressed in some sort of crazy costume that looked like something a wrestler would wear. Both female wrestlers paused and looked at him questioningly, not knowing who he was or why he was stepping into the ring . . . but the crowd was cheering like it was all part of the act.

Jones began to partake in a match. He pinned the woman to the ground, then grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. The cameraman ran up, trying to get a good angle. Jones pulled the t-shirt all the way over the woman's head, clearly exposing her bra.

This wasn't part of the act. The woman wasn't enjoying this. Jones grabbed her jeans by the side of her waist, and began to pull. He simply made her belt vanish into thin air, then he gave a hard tug. The jeans came down to the woman's knees, revealing her panties.

After removing the shirt and jeans completely, Jones continued to do this match. He pulled off her bra and panties with little more than thought. He held both in his hands, bra in his left and panties in his right, and held them up in the air. The woman was crouched on the ground, covering herself.