Female Fight Club 👊🏻💀👊🏾

17:17 Addy_is_Mean: I make ‘em wait for it, then strut in like the damn main event, slow catwalk down the center aisle with every eye glued to me. Black boots clicking, hips swaying, the smirk never leaving my lips. I toss my hat into the crowd and blow a kiss to no one in particular.By the time I hit the ring, I’m already in control. I climb up to the corner, settle on the top turnbuckle like it’s a throne, legs crossed, my right boot dangling lazily in the air. I stare at the entrance, resting my chin in my palm, fake-bored. “C’mon, sweetheart,” I call out. “Don’t be shy. We all wanna see what second place looks like.” Getting a laugh out of the audience. "And get the champagne ready for when I win, I don't wanna wait for it this time" I say to the audience.

17:18 Addy_is_Mean:

17:19 Rose_Fullstop: I walk out like I own the damn ring, and judging by the crowd's reaction, I might as well do. I don't strut. I stalk, white boots stomping with purpose. You're already perched up there like some smug little queen, but I don't look up. Not yet. I take my time, step into the ring, stretch my neck, roll my wrists. Then I look up at you, eyes locked, and smirk just enough. “You comfy up there, Addy?” I say, circling the mat slowly. "You might want to enjoy it while it lasts. Cause when I'm done with you, you're not going to climb anywhere."

17:19 Rose_Fullstop:

17:20 Addy_is_Mean: I hop down from the corner like I’ve got all the time in the world, land light, then slowly saunter toward you. My boot heels echo across the mat until we’re chest-to-chest, just enough space between us to feel the heat.I glance down at your boots. White. Clean. For now.“Cute,” I say with a tilt of my head. “You dressed up like this is a pageant. Shame it’s gonna end with you screaming through tears, face down in that mat.”I lean in, voice low. “You sure you’re ready for this, cowgirl? Or were you just hoping to get close to me?”

17:21 Rose_Fullstop: I don't back up. Not an inch. My breath brushes yours, and my eyes don't even blink. You wanna play games, brat? I can play meaner. I smirk and let my gaze drop real slow to your boots. “Funny,” I say. “All that attitude... and you're still standing in front of me like you're waiting for permission to throw the first punch.” I raise my hand, not to strike, just to dust a little invisible speck off your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick when you start crying for real." Then I take a small step forward, just enough to make our boots touch. "So go ahead, Addy. Make your move. Let's find out which one of us is gonna regret this."

17:23 Addy_is_Mean: I lean in like I’m sharing a secret, close enough to fog up your pretty little facade. “You know what I think?” I whisper, tapping the toe of your boot again, this time harder. “I think those boots are the only part of you that belong in this ring.”I let that hang for a second, then smirk wider. “You dress the part, you talk big, but deep down? You’re scared. Scared of me. Scared of what happens when all that shine gets stepped on.”I back up a few steps as the ref indicates, just to look you up and down with smug satisfaction, waiting for the bell to ring“Let’s see how long that white gear stays clean once I start dragging you around this mat.”

17:26 Rose_Fullstop: My jaw tightens the second those words land. You hit a nerve, and you know it, you feel it. I don’t say anything right away. I just stare, that flicker of anger flashing hard behind my eyes.“Say that again,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Go ahead. Get real comfortable with that mouth… while you still can.”The crowd feels the shift, my tone’s different now, sharper, colder. “I was gonna wrestle you. But now? I think I’ll break you.”

17:30 Addy_is_Mean: -DING DING DING- The second that bell rings, I don’t hesitate. You barely get into a stance before I crash into you like a battering ram, driving my shoulder into your midsection and bulldozing you backward. The ropes rattle loud as I SLAM your back into the corner, chest-to-chest with you, close enough to hear the breath rush out of your lungs. The crowd roars around us, but I only hear the thud of your spine hitting the turnbuckle. “Welcome to hell, sweetheart,” I growl, pressing in so you can feel every bit of control slipping from you.

17:30 Rose_Fullstop: I’m stunned by the sudden start, barely catching a breath before my back smashes into the turnbuckles. The impact runs straight through my spine, and I suck in a sharp gasp, arms instinctively rising to push you away, but there’s no space. You’re right in my face, breathing down on me, and your words make my stomach twist. I know I’m in trouble already, and the match just started.

17:31 Addy_is_Mean: I take a step back just long enough to load up, and then I try to drill a heavy punch straight into your gut. You fold slightly. I grab the ropes on either side of your head for leverage, then SLAM another punch into your core. “You're Soft,” I sneer. Another hit. “Weak.” One more, harder than the rest, and your body jolts. I don’t let you drop yet. I step forward, black boots landing on top of your white ones, pinning them to the canvas. “Stay right there,” I whisper in your ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

17:32 Rose_Fullstop: The hits come one after another, and each one feels deeper, sharper. I can’t even grunt properly anymore. My legs try to move, but suddenly your boots are pinning mine in place,I can’t step away. I glance down in panic, see your black soles grinding into my white ones. I’m trapped. Then you lean in, that mocking whisper burning more than the punches. I try to twist my upper body, to push you off, but I can’t lift my boots... I’m stuck.

17:33 Addy_is_Mean: With you immobilized, I give you one last look, mock sympathy in my eyes, then DRIVE my fist hard into your gut one final time. Your whole body jerks, then starts to sag, breath gone, fight leaking out. I pull my boots off yours slowly, letting you slide down the turnbuckles like dead weight. “Told you. Soft.” I turn, arms raised, strutting a slow circle in the ring as the crowd explodes in reaction. Then I double back and look down at you. “And now… let’s really make you scream.”

17:34 Rose_Fullstop: That last hit knocks something loose in me. I can’t stay up, my knees give out, and I sink to the mat, arms wrapped around my stomach, back sliding against the turnbuckles till my ass hits the floor. I’m gasping, staring at the canvas while the crowd noise swells. I hear your boots walking away and know you’re already playing to them. My legs are trembling, and I hate it, I’m sitting and back against the corner in front of you, and I can barely even think about standing up again.

17:35 Addy_is_Mean: I don’t give you time to breathe. I stand tall right in front of you sitting down at my feet. My black boots grind across your thigh, your hip, and finally onto your pristine white boots again. And I PRESS DOWN, smirking. “All show and no go, huh?” I shift all my weight onto one foot, trampling you in front of everyone. Then I step off slowly, grab your ankles, and drag you to the center of the ring like you’re nothing but a sack of gear.

17:36 Rose_Fullstop: The crowd gasps as you step on me like I’m just part of the ring. Each grind of your boot feels like an insult written in pain. My body twitches, but I can’t stop you, especially not when you drag me across the canvas, my white boots scraping the mat uselessly. I don’t know what you’re planning next, but I already know it’s going to hurt.

17:37 Addy_is_Mean: I grab your ankles, twisting your legs and hook one of them under my arm, stepping over one leg, then Idrop hard, locking in a sharpshooter. A perfectly-executed figure four to trap your legs, both hands over the leather of your boot and I start to lower my body, bending your back at an angle it was never meant to “Let’s hear it, cowgirl,” I shout over the crowd. “Let’s hear those pretty little screams!” I lean back just a little more, pushing the hold to its limit as the audience rises with the tension.

17:37 Addy_is_Mean: https://tenor.com/view/natalya-sharpshooter-ronda-rousey-wwe-raw-gif-13823774

17:37 Rose_Fullstop: My body jolts as pain rips through my legs, hot fire twisting through my knees. “AAAAAAAHH!” My hands slam the canvas as I cry out, hips shifting, trying anything to break the hold. But we’re dead center, and I’m stuck. You’ve locked it in perfectly. The taunts ring louder than the crowd. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on, trying not to give you what you want... but my legs feel like they’re going to tear apart.

17:39 Addy_is_Mean: I finally release the hold, letting your legs flop to the mat like noodles. I crawl forward over your body, stare down at your gasping face, and whisper, “Still think you’re the one they came to see?” Then I rise, circling slowly, hands raised. “This is what happens when you step in the ring with Addy.” My eyes flick to you, I know I’ve got you right where I want you.

17:39 Rose_Fullstop: Everything burns. I’m sprawled on the mat, back aching in pain, breaths shallow. I hear your voice cutting through the buzz of the crowd, smug and sharp. I want to rise, to fight back, but I can barely roll to my side. My boots twitch against the mat, and I know you’re watching, waiting, ready to strike again.

17:40 Addy_is_Mean: I strut over nice and slow, boots heavy, eyes locked on your “Whole lotta real estate here” I mutter, then slam my heel down right between your shoulder blades.You jolt, and I follow it up with another stomp to the center of your back, quick, sharp and cruel. “That one right there?” I smirk, “That’s for runnin’ your mouth.”I shift my weight, raise my boot again, and drop it hard just above your waist, right on your lower back. This time, I don’t move. I grind my heel down slow, twisting deep into the muscle while I lean in with a bratty grin.“Feel that, Rose?".

17:42 Rose_Fullstop: I scream as your boot drills into my back, every stomp making my body jolt against the mat. That heel grinding into my lower spine pulls a raw, helpless cry out of me "AAAAAAAH!!" but I grit my teeth through it, fists curling uselessly on the canvas.You’re relentless, and yeah, it hurts like hell. But I’m still breathing. Still thinking. Still pissed.Then I turn my head just enough to glare at you over my shoulder, lips curled in a snarl. “Hope you’re enjoying the warm-up… 'cause when I get up, you’re gonna wish you finished the job.”

17:42 Addy_is_Mean: I grin wide, loving every second you squirm under my boot, and that little fire in your eyes? I see it. Challenge accepted. “Let’s see if that attitude holds up"I grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up hard, making sure you feel every inch of my control. No slow, no mercy. Before you can catch your breath, I shove you forward and spin you around, aiming to Irish whip you straight into the nearest corner.

17:43 Rose_Fullstop: I don’t even try to fight it, your grip on my hair is too strong, and before I know it, you’re whipping me hard into the corner. My back slams against the turnbuckle, the impact jarring through me. I grab the ropes on either side, steadying myself, trying to catch my breath. I stay still, pretending I’m beaten, when really, I’m waiting. Watching. Hoping you come closer, so I can catch you off guard.Because the second you step in, I’m aiming a kick straight to your face. You’re not getting this win without a fight.

17:45 Addy_is_Mean: I’m strolling over, confident and flashing the crowd my best cocky grin, talking loud enough for everyone to hear. “Look at her, all backed into a corner, literally. What’s she gonna do, cry? Please.” I lean in close, ready to finish her off with some real attitude. Then white boot meets face. Hard. That sole to my face was like being hit by a bat and I fall to the mat with a heavy thud, vision swinging as I stare up at the bright ceiling light. Damn, that was unexpected. Guess this fight’s far from over.

17:47 Rose_Fullstop: This fight hasn’t been going my way at all, but suddenly, I surprise you, lifting my white boot and smashing it right into your face, to everyone’s shock. "How does that feel?!" I say enthusiastically. I know I can’t waste this moment, so as fast as my back lets me, I grab both your boots and drag you close to the post, then step out of the ring and grab your legs again, twisting them and trying to apply a vicious figure four using the post, I’ll keep going as long as the referee allows me.

17:49 Addy_is_Mean: Dazed, I hear muffled words as I feel myself being pulled across the canvas, my black boots dangling over the edge of something, your hands clutching them. "AAAGGHHH!!! FUCK!! MY LEGS!!!" I yell, slapping the canvas, trying to push up as the hard metal braces tighten the pressure on my limbs. My knees feel like they’re being torn apart. I try to grab the ropes, but the ref has already started a count. I struggle to push your boots away from this murderous hold.

17:49 Rose_Fullstop: Judging by your screams and desperation pushing my boots, I’d say my move’s working pretty damn well. After a few seconds of soaking in your beautiful screams, your boots slip off my hands and I fall down. "Do you still think I'm gonna cry, bitch?" I smirk, getting back up before the count ends. I grab your hair to drag you where you can’t reach the ropes anymore and decide to test my luck trying for a pin, hooking one of your legs with one hand while disrespectfully pushing your face down to the mat with the other.

17:49 Addy_is_Mean: The burning pain eases, but the throbbing starts from the instant punishment you just slammed on my lower body. Pulled again to mid-ring this time, that familiar tug on the hamstring as my leg’s hooked, boot high in the air. My eyes blink as my face hits the grimy canvas. A slap and a shout: "ONEEE" slap "TWOOOO"... waiting... Then I throw my shoulder up, buying as much time as possible to recover, knowing every second counts, rolling my body as I try to push your weight off me.

17:50 Rose_Fullstop: You lift your shoulder and push me off, and I hit the mat in anger with my hand. "Just stay down, like the good little inferior country girl you are!" I hiss before grabbing you again and better positioning you on the mat. I start climbing the corner using the ropes, hoping to sit on the turnbuckle, but can’t do it as fast as I’d like, thanks to my aching back and the poor condition of the ring.

17:50 Addy_is_Mean: Your words snap me back as that near-pin sends adrenaline rushing through me. I push myself off the canvas, wobbling to my feet amid the cheers. I stumble toward your corner, your back turned as you try to pull yourself up the turnbuckles. I move in close, bending my knees, then rising, my head slipping between your legs, gripping your upper thighs. Your ass lands on my shoulders, and I stand, lifting you off the turnbuckles. I know I have seconds before you fight back. One boot on the bottom rope, the other follows, lifting me inches off the canvas. Then I start falling back, hoping to send you crashing back-first onto the canvas.

17:51 Rose_Fullstop: This is my moment, my time. If I want to put you out, I’ve got to get on top of the corner and jump into you. But I’m just too slow climbing, and you get me over your shoulders. "What are you doing?! Get me off!" I yell before you jump on the ropes and actually throw me off you, making me fall on my already hurting back from way up high. "AAAAAAAH!" I scream in pure panic as I hit the mat with a loud thud. I don’t even scream after falling, I just lay there, squirming in pain.

17:51 Addy_is_Mean: The ring still shakes from the impact as I lie numb beside you. Even I hurt after that one, but whatever I’m feeling, you’re way beyond it. I roll to my front and push up again, blowing sweat-stained hair from my face. I lean down, grabbing two handfuls of your hair to haul you up, taking deep breaths. Slipping a forearm through your legs, gripping your tight ass, I strain and lift, holding you cross-body, all of those hours invested at the gym paying off as your white boots dangle on the air. I lean back on my hips, turning your body slightly, then drop, trying to smash your aching back over my outstretched knee as I drop to one knee. Hoping this mean backbreaker will help me crush your fighting spirit.

17:51 Rose_Fullstop: My back’s killing me after that, and I can’t stop you from lifting me off the ground. I feel nothing under my dangling white boots. I know what’s coming; everyone in the crowd knows it too. I shake my head in desperation and horror, trying to say no, but before I can, you slam my torso down. My hands and boots follow, like a rag doll, until your knee stops me in a brutal, painful backbreaker. A scream of agony bursts from my mouth: "AAAAAAAAAASRGH!"

17:52 Addy_is_Mean: The stomach-curdling scream is met with sickening cheers from the crowd, those bastards love this. This time, it’s me giving it, not taking it. Knowing the pain you’re in, I hold you over my knee, one hand pushing down on your chin, the other cupping your mound between your legs. Not full pressure, not yet, just enough to pile on the pain. I slip a finger inside your shorts, not being discreet, feeling the heat radiate from your body.

17:52 Rose_Fullstop: I’m just lying helpless over your knee after that painful backbreaker, and your decision to pile on the pain meets no resistance. You bend my body further over your knee, pressing on my knees and between my legs. I scream in pain but manage to stay in the fight—it’s not bad enough yet for me to submit. I’m fully focused on enduring the pain, so that finger slipping through my shorts is the least of my problems right now.

17:59 Addy_is_Mean: Gritting my teeth, I hiss, "Let’s do some push-ups, Rose!" I push down hard on your chin, then release, then push down again, building the pain ripping through your body. Each time I push and jerk your chin down, the crowd chants, "ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE!!" On the fifth, my finger finds those wet lips inside your shorts. Then I roll you off my knee, standing to circle around you, surveying the damage and destruction I've caused with a sick grin, loving what I’m doing to you.

17:59 Rose_Fullstop: At this point, you’re just having fun at my expense. Each time you bend my body, I scream in pain: "AAAAAAH!" and it gets harder every time, since the pain in my back keeps piling on. The crowd is absolutely loving it. On the fifth, an involuntary moan slips from my mouth. Then you roll me off your knee, and I end up staring at the ceiling lights. I’m not submitting out of ego, but I know damn well I’m basically at your mercy.

18:00 Addy_is_Mean: Standing over you, I see you blinking at the lights, your body ravaged, the crowd cheering. That moan’s a telltale sign. I have a chance to put on a show, to remind this crowd who I am, to show the class that makes me the best. Hands in your damp hair, I haul you up, bending my knees slightly, pushing my body into you. Arms circle round your lower back, my fist pressed into your spine, wrist gripped tight. I lift, gritting my teeth, and SQUEEZE the bearhug.

18:00 Rose_Fullstop: No part of my body has ever hurt this much. I can’t do anything as you grab my hair and lift me back to my feet. Then your arms wrap around me, lifting my boots off the mats. Pain explodes as you squeeze me in that bearhug. "AAAAAAARGH!" I scream and moan in agony.

18:00 Addy_is_Mean: Feeling your arms fly straight out, I want to hurt you more, so I SQUEEZE harder, lifting your boots off the canvas, swaying you left and right, a gentle ragdoll, proving my point, proving my dominance. I pile on the pain to your failing body, showing you who the inferior cowgirl really is. "Girl, you are SO mine!" I ease the pain a bit to torment you with my words. I give your right cheek a good lick, from bottom to top. Slowly... Dominant... showing off my superiority. "Why don’t you fucking give up already?!"

18:01 Rose_Fullstop: My body dangles, moving back and forth in your arms like a ragdoll. You ease the pressure just enough to quiet my moans to a dull ache. Then I feel your tongue running through the side of my face... YUCK! and worse than how gross that is, it's the feeling I'm at your mercy right now. When you ask if I’m giving up, I just shake my head, trying to say no.

18:01 Addy_is_Mean: From the corner of my eye, I see you shaking your head. For a moment, my heart almost melts, admiring your guts and spirit taking this punishment. But now’s not the time for mercy, it’s time to show true strength. I throw you to the canvas; your body crumbles to the mat. I look to the crowd and scream, "Time to take this girl for a ride!!" Cheers erupt as I grab your hair again, pulling you up. This time, I move behind you, slipping my forearm between your legs, cupping your mound again. Bending my knees, I let you fall back over my shoulders, cupping your chin, adjusting, and I lift, setting up the torture rack. I pull down on your chin, STRETCHING your spine over my shoulders, displaying you for the whole arena.

18:02 Rose_Fullstop: You throw me to the mat and my body collapses on it. Maybe I’ll get a second to rest, that’s what I think, but that’s far from what happens. You get me on my feet again, say something I don’t quite catch, and the crowd goes wild. One thing I’ve learned: the crowd loves it when someone’s about to suffer, so fear takes over my body. "NO NO NO!" I scream as you get my back over your shoulders and, in a display of strength and dominance, start applying the brutal torture rack. "AAAAAAAAARGH!" Pure agony screams out as my boots and hands dangle, my spine stretched over your shoulders.

18:02 Addy_is_Mean: That scream says it all, you’ve been bent, you’ve been broken! Those slim limbs hang off my shoulders, white boots quivering, arms loose. I slowly begin circling, showing off your agony. "Still think you’re the better cowgirl? ’Cause right now, you’re nothing but MY bitch!" I adjust my wrist, slipping a finger or two into your wet lips, letting your body dance on them, caught between agony and ecstasy.

18:03 Rose_Fullstop: Feeling a mix of ecstasy and agony, I stare up at the ceiling light, not understanding how I ended up here, tortured and displayed for the crowd to see. Tears fill my eyes and I can’t take it anymore. I start begging desperately, "STOP! STOP IT! JUST LET ME GO! PLEASE! STOOOOP!"

18:03 Addy_is_Mean: Enjoying the moment, my fingers claiming you, your pleas begging for mercy, I continue circling and scream, "Stop?! Not until you SUBMIT!! Say it, Rose, say it!! After that, maybe I’ll think about it!" I savor having you broken over my shoulders, a lesson from the better woman, the better cowgirl. I slip an extra finger inside you, wanting to claim my victory both physically and sexually.

18:03 Rose_Fullstop: Even as I beg you to stop, you keep applying the torture rack and demanding submission. I know if I want out, I have to do it. "I SUBMIT! PLEASE! I SUBMIT!" I say, tears streaming, desperate to get down. Then you slip an extra finger inside my kitty, messing with my emotions and body, forced to moan in pain and pleasure.

18:04 Addy_is_Mean: Hearing you scream I SUBMIT! just lights me up, but I ain’t letting go. Not yet."You submit, huh?" I purr mockingly, shifting my grip slightly to keep your spine stretched and your legs kicking in the air. "You beg, you cry, and now you break... The crowd loves every second of it... And To be honest so do I!!" I spin slowly on my heels, letting your limp body bounce and sway over my shoulders like a trophy on parade, starting to get my fingers in and out faster and harder on your pussy.I also give your chin a harsh tug “Theres only one kinda sound I'll accept as submission tho... So come on Rose! Let everyone hear it!”

18:04 Rose_Fullstop: Hung up over your shoulders like a trophy, my white cowgirl boots just dangle uselessly off one side, hands limp on the other, my whole body swaying with every proud step you take. My back screams, stretched beyond reason, but it's the teasing between my legs that really breaks me.My breath hitches with. I can’t stop the moans anymore… not from pain, not from that , unbearable teasing your fingers have going up. Tears streak down my face as you go HARDER and HARDER... and FASTER and FASTER... Estimulating me against my will... I keep on trying to fight it... But is useless, I just "MMMMMMAAPHF!" CUM for you.

18:05 Addy_is_Mean: With you still draped over my shoulders, I realize that you're about to cum, so I shift my grip slightly... then with a grunt, I DROP straight down to my knees in a rack attack, trying to coordinate the maximum moment of ecstasy with the jolt of pain in your back. Your whole body springs off my shoulders like a ragdoll before crumpling into the mat at my back. I stay kneeling, arms spread wide, smirking as the crowd roars. “Now that’s how a real cowgirl seals the damn deal.”

18:06 Rose_Fullstop: The moment I start cumming I suddenly feel weightless as you do a rack attack! A brutal move mixing both deep deep pain and the unwanted pleasure making me moan out "AAAMMMPG!!" The jolt of pain coming from my back and running through my body at the same time the orgasm makes the same journey, devastating me... My back then crashes against the mat once I spring off your shoulders, the lights above blurring into one big glowing mess. I'm just lying there, arms splayed out, chest rising and falling slowly, mouth open and tears on my eyes. I can barely move, my body wrecked, my pride even more so.

18:08 Addy_is_Mean: I let out a breathless laugh as I get up and look down at you, almost with pity by the sorry state you find yourself in. The crowd roars as I raise one arm high, then plant my black boot right over your face and press down, just to make it clear, you are mine. The ref drops to the mat and slaps her hand down. "ONE!" I strike a cheeky little pose, hips tilted, arms flexed. "TWO!" Then, with a final giggle, I flash a wink at the crowd. "THREE!" The bell rings. The match is over. And I just made damn sure everyone remembers who the top cowgirl really is... But I think I can do more "There's no better way to celebrate a victory than with champagne, don't ya think?" I say giggling as I step off you and slide your right boot out off, exposing your bare feet.

18:10 Rose_Fullstop: I hear the crowd roaring… I your her voice... then I feel it, your boot pressing down on my face. Tears slip down my cheeks. My fingers twitch weakly against the mat, but there’s nothing left. The countdown ends and the bell rings, and I barely even register it. I’ve lost. Broken. Humiliated. Your boot slides off my face, but the humiliation doesn’t end. I feel her fingers tug at my right leg… then the chill of the air as you pull off my boot. I just lay there, sobbing quietly, completely and utterly beaten.

18:10 Addy_is_Mean: I twirl your white leather boot in my hand as I hop out of the ring, a playful smirk plastered on my face. The crowd is going nuts, and honestly? They should be. I just wrecked my so-called cowgirl rival, and now I’m putting the cherry on top. I grab an open bottle of champagne from a fan near ringside, don't ask how it got there.Climbing back into the ring, I raise your boot high for everyone to see, then slowly, theatrically, pour the champagne right into it, letting it drip down the sidesa nd throw the empty bottle to the side“Oh Rose,” I coo, kneeling beside you with that same cocky grin, “What’s victory without a little toast?” I grab your hair and lift your head slightly bringing the boot to your lips. “Drink up, partner. It’s your honor.”The crowd roars as I tip it, forcing all the champagne I can into your system, forcibly intoxicating you as I'm all giggles and glory while I humiliate you.

18:11 Rose_Fullstop: My eyes widen in panic I know you are not done with your little victory parade.Then I feel your hand on my head, lifting me just enough… and that familiar leather of my own boot pressed to my lips. My heart sinks. The crowd’s roaring, and I want to disappear. But I’ve got nothing left.I flinch, then shut my eyes and let the champagne slide into my mouth. It tastes weird, warm, a little leathery, bitter with humiliation. I cough, then swallow. And repeat the process till you've had enough. There’s no fight left. Just the awful realization that I’ve become the final punchline in your victory party.

18:11 Addy_is_Mean: I giggle as the last drop slides from your boot and into your unwilling mouth, then yank it away with a satisfied little sigh. "Mmm, perfect." I twirl the now soaked boot once in my hand and then casually toss it over my shoulder, letting it land wherever, it’s worthless now, just like its owner."Uh uh, we're not done, darlin’," I mutter as I stand up and roll you over onto your stomach with my bootI step in front of you and plant my boots firmly, letting the polished black leather gleam under the lights. With one boot, I press the tip under your chin and gently tilt your head upward until you’re staring straight up at me, right into the eyes of the girl who just owned you"Look at me, Rose," I say, soft but firm, the grin never leaving my face. "You called yourself a cowgirl… but cowgirls don’t lose like this."I then guide your head down again so it is gazing into the boots in front of you. "Now go on," I say with a playful little lilt. "Kiss the boots of the real top cowgirl, and while you do so, say how much you regret this, who the better woman is and who are you"

18:11 Addy_is_Mean: 😈

18:12 Rose_Fullstop: Just that slight tilt under my chin has me locked in place, staring up at you, my breath shaky, the taste of champagne still clinging to my tongue. You guide my head down slowly, and I don’t resist. I can’t. My lips tremble as I lean in, eyes fluttering shut as I press them to the smooth, worn tip of your boot, tasting leather, and pure defeat as I kiss and lick all over them. Your boots gleam under the lights, every inch of them flawless, pointed toe, heel, leather creased just right, dusted slightly from the match, but still proud, still dominant. The kind of boots that look like they were made to walk over girls like me. “I shouldn’t’ve faced you... I never stood a chance…” The words taste bitter, but I can’t deny them as I continue to worship your boots, tears running through my cheeks “You’re the better cowgirl… I’m just your beaten little bitch…”

18:12 Addy_is_Mean: I just laugh, full and loud, tossing my hair back as I watch you down there, lips pressed to my boots like you were born to lose to me. The crowd’s eating it up, flashes going off, chants echoing through the arena. I strike a final victory pose, hands on my hips with a smug little smirk on my face.“Now that’s how a real cowgirl finishes a match,” I shout, turning so everyone gets a good look at the broken ‘rival’ still at my feet. “Y’all saw it, Rose talked big, but folded the second things got real. Maybe next time, she’ll know better than to mess with me.” I glance down one last time. You’re still there, slumped, glassy-eyed, humiliated, and barely holding yourself up. One boot gone. Spirit gone. Everything gone. I chuckle, turning on my heels to get off the ring, boots clicking with every proud step. No need to look back, I already know you’re still down a d out, right where you belong. I hop out of the ring and make my way up the ramp. I know the image of you, broken and beat in the center of that ring, will stick with everyone here for a long, long time. All mine.

18:12 Addy_is_Mean: THE END