Female Fight Club 👊🏻💀👊🏾

Addy_is_Mean: About the same time I got into the Underground Wrestling League a girl just about my age joined as well. But instead of being a cowgirl like me... Or just any other kind of regular and normal person, she's a fucking goth. We've climbed the ladder at about the same pace, victory after victory, through blood sweat and rivals tears we've managed to be two of the too contesters in the league, but we've never fought each other. Our personalities clashed right from the get go, cowgirl and goth were just never meant to coexist, so we've hated each other profoundly behind the scenes... And all of that hatred can come out today, because we're risking it all against each other to make it to the top. Winner gets the glory of challenging for the title, Loser has to leave the league FOREVER. The match has become the most talked about topic since the League started... And at least for me, humiliating and embarrassing her goth ass is even more important than taking the title later on. "Introducing first... The meanest Cowgirl there is... She is.... ADDYYYYYYYY!" With that setting I make my way into the ring, wearing a tank top, jean shorts and my trusty pair of leather white cowgirl boots, clanking with each step as I make my way out. I blow kisses to my fans as I get my hoodie off and throw them my cap, while I have nothing but disrespectful middle fingers for your fans... I slide under the ropes and go all the way across the ring, jumping to sit on the top turnbuckle, right leg crossed over the left one, boot lazily swinging around as I wait for you... Dying to make you suffer.

Addy_is_Mean:

Mia_Rosewood: A smile played on my face as my eyes lazily ran up and down my lithe form. My body was squeezed into a tight set of spandex that stretched and stuck to my flesh like a second set of skin. Tight shorts clung to my ass and sunk deep into all my cracks and crevices, squeezing me as if they were a long lost lover. A little giggle flicked itself off my lips as my eyes narrowed and a finger danced through my hair. I was stuck in my own imagination, lost in the thought of your teary eyed face kissing over my soft feet, digging into my toes and licking around the base of my converse. A small shiver rocked my body. "Mmh.." I flicked my hair over my shoulder, turning on my feet and stepping across the dirty, rugged carpet. I slipped through the door and stepped out towards the entryway, standing behind a thin, red curtain that pitifully hung over the entrance. A crowd boomed on the other side, loud bass-filled screams and catcalls flung through the air at the only person inside the ring, you. I was here to steal the show and I quickly tossed open the curtain and strutted out like a model taking her place on the runway. The crowd switched in an instant, the lights going low to announce my arrival as the announcer's voice suddenly filled the air. "And next.. her dark challenger... MIA ROSEWOOD!" The crowd went wild, breaking into chants and cheers that echoed in my ears and nearly made me wince. My old converse clacked across the concrete as I strolled to the ring. A massive mess of red ropes and glistening corners towered over me, shaking back and forth in the air as if it were all about to come down. I grasped the bottom rope, feeling frayed edges bite into my skin and nearly break through to my blood; it felt as though I were grabbing a sticker bush. "Mmgh.." I stifled a moan in my lips, clambering up and staring over the top rope at you.

Mia_Rosewood: We were oil and water. Gasoline and a match. Poison and food. We had no place being near to eachother yet here we were, throwing into the lion's den and forced to battle it out. I leaned over the top rope, feeling my breasts squish down against the taut wire as my cleavage made itself known. I was a mix of black and purple, both colors fighting for control over my tight, dark outfit. I looked rather plain, but somehow I rocked it, especially since I was trapped in something so tight. I slipped through the bottom rope and stepped into a corner, tossing myself backwards against the turnbuckles. Freezing, barely covered steel caressed my back, holding me cloe and begging me not to leave. I crossed my feet and tossed my arms over the top ropes, staring at you with a big, glowing fucking smile.

Addy_is_Mean: I'm sitting at the top of the turnbuckle, legs crossed, acting as if I don't care about what's going to happen, but in reality I do care, like a lot. Because from the moment I first saw you back in our beginnings in the scene all I ever wanted was for that smug grin of yours to be wiped... Turns out you're a half decent wrestler, so I have no choice but to do it myself, in the most painful, embarrassing, humiliating and mentally scarring way possible. You come out trying to make a scene all the words being thrown my way now share space with the one's thrown at you. I scan you up and down, analyzing my rival, or my next prey, tight outfit, dark as expected, contrasting with my light colored one, adding that to the list of our differences... And basic ass converse... I can already picture you, destroyed and exposed in the middle of the ring, without a single reason to have that smile on your face. I jump from the corner, landing with a thud made by the sole of my boots against the canvas and take a step forwards "Gotta give it to you, I wasn't expecting you to last this long in the league... I was half expecting you to end up crying in the first few matches, after realizing wrestling is no place for clowns like you... But that other half was expecting to be able to be the one making you cry myself!... And would you look at that! Here we are!" I say trying to get under your skin, with a confident grin on my face, eager to hear that bell ring and be able to FINALLY get my hands on you.

Mia_Rosewood: Your voice was as grating as a fork squeaking across a plate, my teeth grinding together as you spoke. I stepped out, kicking my feet high and strolling across the ring as if I were meandering through a park. I tilted my head to the side and looked at you with a quizzical expression as you spoke, I may have been goth but that didn't mean I wasn't as cute as a button. "Jealousy looks so good on you Addy." The words wisped off my lips and smacked you straight across the face. "It's so cute that I finally get to wrestle my number one fan. Honestly though, my shoes are in need of a good clean. I hope your tongue is ready to get rid of some of this dirt, dust, and sweat." My lips grew and stretched from ear to ear, my pearly whites making themselves known as they peeked out from behind my cherry red lips. "Try not to sob too much all over me, I'd hate to ruin this outfit." Suddenly the bell erupted and all talking was done. The crowd went silent, zeroing in on the action as they all scooted to the edge of their seats. I could feel eyes lasering through me from every single person in the venue. "Hmph.. Gonna come prove you're tough?" My voice was a mere whisper, a challenge tossed to your feet as I slowly rose my hands and wiggled my cute little fingers. DING DING DING. The match was finally on.

Addy_is_Mean: Even as I speak I make sure to follow you with my eyes, wondering what the fuck IS going on in your mind, if anything is going on up there at all... And you start talking, should've expected you to be annoying but God! It's as if someone was racking her nails through a chalkboard... "Oh that's a good one! Perhaps you need glasses, cause with a quick glance at me and you, everyone can figure out that there's no reason for me to be jealous... You probably got bullied hard at school and that's why you hide behind that wannabe tough look... But it seems like you weren't bullied hard enough, and I'm here to correct it!" I'm having fun just messing with you before the bell rings, and then you suddenly mention, me cleaning your shoes?! You gotta be kidding me that's usually my line! No way you slut! You're gonna worship every single inch of my boots! That's how it goes!" I snarl a bit rattled... The bell rings and you get your hands up, but I'm tilted enough to not act methodically, or as if my continuity in the league and reputation weren't on the line... So I try to surprise you by straight on charging at you! I can briefly hear the screaming from the crowd as they realize I'm not messing around, my boots thud on the canvas as I charge forwards, and lower my body, as I'm hoping to spear your slightly taller frame right into the ground, hopefully starting the fight with a bang!

Mia_Rosewood: You rushed across the canvas like a sprinter, body down and pointed as if you were a missile that was hoping to hit it's target. Suddenly I looked as though I were a bull wrangler that was playing with a bull, stepping to the side at the last minute and watching as you went spiraling past. I nearly laughed, biting the edge of my cheek to keep myself focused. SNAP. My hand looked like a snake pouncing from it's perch as my fingers sank deep into your golden locks. I curled tight around your strands, giving a nasty, catty yank to straighten you up and stop you in your tracks. I had never felt anything as euphoric as this, my eyes nearly closing as my teeth worked themselves into my bottom lip. The feeling of you thrashing in my grasp was almost too much, sending small shivers down my spine that struck to my to my core. I was behind you, hot breath spiraling off my lips and lightly running down the back of your neck. My eyes began to narrow and my smile turned to a smirk. "Hmph.." All I gave you was a little grunt of disappointment before my foot snapped out and sank deep into the back of your legs. My converse thwacked into the spot just behind your knee, embedding itself into your soft flesh like an axe that was trying to cut you down. I pulled and twisted on your hair, trying to work you down onto your knees for the crowd.

Addy_is_Mean: Only one thought in my mind, bringing this thot down and starting to be the dominant force in this match. No way she'll expect me to try such a risky move right at the beginning. Head down, running towards you, I'm about to get when suddenly! Whoosh! You're just not there anymore! And I know there's no fucking way this is good, and I confirm the bad feeling when I feel you YANKING my hair to stop me right there and then, without even needing to touch the ropes "UUUUUUNGH!" I groan from the hard pull as my body is pulled up immediately. I almost instinctively try to wrestle your grasp out of my hair with both my hands... And that's when I feel that soft hot breath of yours right behind me, sending shivers down my spine and the fact that I'm not in a good spot completely settles in my mind... "You... Bitch..." I say struggling, but before I can try anything else you kick me right behind my knees, just where my boots end, forcing me to kneel with you at my back. This is damn dangerous, I need to get away, and to do so I try to sink the nails of both my hands on your wrist still grabbing my hair, I don't care if it's not pretty, I don't care if that ain't playing nice, I don't play nice, I win.

Mia_Rosewood: Your nails were pikes being stabbed deep into my flesh as you squirmed around like a worm on hot concrete. The bloodthirsty smile on my face took center stage as you dug around and begged me to release you. "You want me off?" I sung in a voice that was oddly enchanting. "Do you want me to let go?" I giggled and bit my bottom lip, fighting against the pain that was slowly spreading throughout my arm. I couldn't hold you for much longer but I was a performer through and through, amping up every moment for the crowd. I could tell most of them were enthralled with me, pictures going off causing flashes to fill up the ring. This was going on the front cover of our little magazine, this right here. I wrenched you back nice and slow, forcing you to look up at the lights as my flesh nearly broke. I could see the pain in your eyes, the fiery anger, the jealousy. You were cute, I couldn't wait to show the crowd just how cute your screams were. Finally I gave myself relief and stepped forwards, slotting your cute head deep between my thick, destructive thighs. Your head sank deep into sweat soaked flesh, nose tracing along the bottom of my sex before you popped out the other side and looked like a cute little tail for my delicious body. It was a simple move, but one I loved: a standing reverse headscissor. There you were with your neck being molded by my thighs, your nose inches from my big spandex covered ass with sweat from my hair dripping down and smacking you dead center in the face. You were leaned back on your knees in front of me, chest pointed towards the ceiling with your back stretched backwards. You scrambled around like a rat stuck in a trap, I didn't even grab your hands since I wanted to feel them grab around on my body.

Mia_Rosewood: I folded my feet together and tightened the hold, welcoming you to a squeezing grip that you wouldn't soon forget. "So.. You wanna kiss my shoes yet? Wanna trace those fat little lips all over my laces? Whatcha doing back there? Awwwh.. Are you trying to escape? Honestly Addy you are so cute, you should job more often, it'd probably get you more fans."

Addy_is_Mean: My nails are digging at the skin of your wrist, if I ever get into trouble like this, using my nails usually gets me out of it pretty damn soon. But it seems I've underestimated my opponent, because you just actually hold on in it... That hand of yours keeps yanking on my hair, I feel my scalp burn in this unusual move, that more than anything has me in a horrible position for the camera's... Just kneeled in front of you, being shown off for them, feeling exposed and embarrassed right from the beginning "You... Fucking... Slut!" I complain as I see nothing but the light and the flashes from the cameras, if I want to avoid this being the cover of the League's magazine, I'll have to give them an even better picture!... But you're set on making me regret my gamble at the beginning, you pull my head inside your thighs to get me in a reverse head scissors... How the duck did I ended up in this move?! We've just started the damn match! I think to myself as your thick thighs close on my neck and my face is right against your spandex ass. It is literally right there, filling my entire area of vision, my own heavy breath bouncing off it to hit myself in the face. It's a nightmare scenario. My hands rack and hit your thighs desperately as your legs cross even higher "Uuuugh..." I weakly groan as I'm running out of air fast. I gotta get out of this position, fast. With you focused on guillotining my head even tighter I try to get both my hands up and behind your back, aiming to pull and bring your forwards, making you trip against my own body and forcing you to hit the ropes and release me... So I just PULL with all my strength and backed up by the desperation of the moment.

Mia_Rosewood: Your hands pitifully smacked at my body, grabbing and sliding around on sweaty skin. "What's wrong? Had enough?" I reached back and ran a hand through your hair, folding my fingers through your soft, golden locks as I scratched at your scalp in a humiliating way that you'd never be able to live down. "I can't wait to ask you how my shoes taste.. I'm going to force you to get every inch of dirt off my soles. You fucking, vile bitch." The word 'bitch' dripped off my tongue with a particular venom. I hated you. I loved watching you suffer. There really wasn't much more to it. I didn't care about the title, or the fame, or the money. All I wanted was to see you flail around and flounder like a fish out of water. I wondered if you'd go back to whatever pig pen you crawled out of after this was all over. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to think as suddenly my body was falling forwards like a tree being knocked over by a hurricane. The wind rushed past my ears and my legs instinctively released you completely, letting you free of my tight grip. My head hit the ropes and bounced around on the nasty, spikey wire with a resounding TWANG. The crowd was instantly in an uproar, not only surprised by your reversal but surprised you still had some fight left in you. I clawed around on the ropes, feeling like a fly stuck in a spider's web as they clung to me and grasped at my body. The frayed edges bit into my skin and left behind red scratches that would take days to get rid of. "M-Mgh.. Bitch.." I whined, kicking my feet out and hoping to strike you since you were right behind me.

Addy_is_Mean: Between your tights I can barely see a thing, and with your hold getting more and more thigh, I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded. However, rest assure, I can feel your nails, almost condescendingly but definitely trying to embarrass me even further, scratch my scalp... And it gets me fucking fuming. Since long ago my main goal in this league ain't to take the Champion down, that was always going to be te cherry on top to gain the spotlight for better leagues, it's to pulverize your pathetic career, reduce it to atoms! Make them kick you out of the sport, or even better, giving you the boot myself! And everything that's happening in just the opening of our match solidifies that burning feeling inside me, and I use it all to push you forwards and against the ropes! It takes me a second to fully come to my sense after that that move you pulled, but thankfully you didn't have much luck on the landing. So while I'm still kneeled right there I see your converse coming straight at me... And I don't plan on wasting my chance. I grab it with both my arms straight away, taking the kick on my chest but securing your foot, "You're fucked bitch! You're actually fucked!" I say as I bring my legs forward and snake them on your leg as well to try and secure you completely, and that's when I TWIST your shoe in an ankle lock, to inflict as much damage as possible "Come one now, SCREAM for me" I say, leaving behind my southern sass, and bringing my vengeful spirit from within me.

Mia_Rosewood: Our feet tied together like a ribbon, flesh sticking to flesh as you cranked and forced screams to barrel from my throat. Instantly my entire bottom half felt like it was engulfed in fire. Red ran rampant on my cheeks, stinking just below my eyes and making me light up like a Christmas tree as I clung to the ropes in a rather pathetic fashion and stared out at the crowd with tear stricken eyes. "M-Mgghh..." I tried to hold it together but there was no way on earth I wasn't getting out of this without screeching like a banshee. "MGHHH!.. AGHHHH! AHHHH STOP STOP STOP!" I screamed and screeched while my knuckles turned purple as my fingers squeezed the ropes. The frayed edges bit into my palm whilst I squeezed and stared out at a vaguely amused crowd. Picture flashes went off from all angles, taking me in as if I was a picture perfect model. One of my hands flew off the ropes and uselessly swatted behind me, trying to grab onto anything that might help in freeing me from this nasty move.

Addy_is_Mean: I twist and twist this converse covered left foot of yours and just as I tell you to scream... You do exactly that! The screeching sound of your screaming in pain fills the arena, at first, fighting with all the voices, laughs and catcalls coming from the crowd, but it quickly turns them all off to stand alone, as everyone watches you suffer!... I can only imagine what your face must look like right now, after I managed to turn the tables in the match and I know that if I keep this going I'll certainly find out pretty damn soon. I don't want to drag this for too long and give you the chance to scape, so by the time you're trying to reach back I'm already sitting and starting to get up... Since I do know how to multitask I start forcibly sliding the converse out of your foot, all the twisting from trying is probably painful enough after the initial ankle lock anyways. I get up and draaaaag you to the middle of the ring, where I toss just converse aside "Loved those screams Mia! I bet the crowd lived them too... And how do you plan on making me clean your shoe when you got none, huh?" I say giggling, feeling great at this point of the match, having your ankle trapped, and only wearing one of your shoes... Which is a pretty pathetic look. I ain't nowhere near close to being done, I rotate and straddle you so I'm facing your legs, trying to grab your right one during the move, sitting on the lower side of your back, legs underneath my armpits and I start to BEEEEEND that body of yours in a vicious Boston Crab "How's that back of yours, huh? Can it handle the rodeo? Or are you just gonna screeeeeam for everyone to hear again?" I taunt.

Mia_Rosewood: Suddenly I was sliding across the canvas, my legs feeling like jelly as the pain from the ankle lock flowed through my veins. My head felt as though it had been screwed on too tight with my brain feeling as though it had been shaken up like a snow globe. My hot breath was flowing through my lips and skating along the canvas as my body rolled along the rough floor with ease. Sweat from my skin was leaving behind a slight trail that made the canvas appear marginally darker than before. Finally we ended up in the center, the single bright like blasting down on the both of us and making our bodies glisten as though they were diamonds. You instantly began talking trash, running your mouth as if it were all you knew how to do. Every second that flew by made me angry, but I couldn't help that I was quite thankful for the break. I looked over my shoulder just as you tossed my legs to the side, staring into your confident eyes as you loomed over me like a tower. "M-mgh.." I couldn't manage any words, so much irritation halting my speech and making me bite my tongue. I hated looking like a chump. You stepped in closer and suddenly an idea ran through my head, the ghost of a smile tugging at the edges of my lips. I quickly raised a foot and shot it back as if I was a horse that had gotten surprised from behind. My foot aimed for your sec, just below your waistline to hopefully sink deep into your skin and send some pain back your way. I did not want you on my back, and I'd do anything to prevent it.

Addy_is_Mean: It felt so good finally inverting the roles after you gave me a rough start of the match... And saying it was just rough might be putting it lightly. I dragged you right in the middle of the ring, underneath the ceiling lights illuminating us and only us in the arena, the goth and the cowgirl at center of attention, having a brutal fight fueled by pure unadulterated hatred. I even managed to take your left converse off, exposing your pale bare feet. One shoe on, one shoe off? However looks at you now will notice your wardrobe issue and figure out, accurately, you're the one losing this match. "I've been waiting SO long to get my hands on you... Getting to torture your little goth ass it's just *muack*" I keep on the trash talking as I approach you again, loving how you're having to look at me standing tall, while you're down there on the mats. But as soon as I start getting in distance to begin the Boston crab... "UUUGH!" Your still covered with the converse right foot DIGS right underneath my waist, dangerously close to my crotch, forcing me to start backpedaling. My cowgirl boots thud on the mat as I go back, that's when I get an idea... I use the momentum from your kick to bounce against the ropes and then start charging full speed towards you laying there in the middle of the ring, like the perfect target. At the last second I drop down to slide, right boot going forward as if I was a baseball player trying to get to base... But instead of base, I'm trying to nail you right between your legs.

Mia_Rosewood: Shakily, I rose to my feet. I felt as though I was standing on the deck of a ship and the waves were threatening to ship me around. My entire body felt as though it were on fire with my lungs working overtime. Every breath felt as though it were steam coming from a geyser, burning the edges of my lips and caressing the tip of my chip. My eyes were narrowed but focused on you as you slipped into the ropes and rushed forwards like a baseball player coming towards home base. Your boots thudded against the canvas and sent the whole ring jiggling as if it were a trampoline being bounced on. My eyes rolled over your slick body, staring at your lightly defined and abs and toned thighs. I couldn't help the fact that I might've been entranced with you, which made humiliating you all the more sweet. I prepped to bounce out of the way of you and let you run past but suddenly you dropped down to the canvas and slid in a cloud of dust. An idea instantly popped into my mind and rather than run I jumped up high into the air and came down twice as hard. You were directly under me, a cute little door mat that was made perfect for my feet. My shoe was prepared to slam into your tummy and my cute pedicured toes were ready to smash down on one of your breasts, turning you into a cute little pancake on the canvas.

Addy_is_Mean: Eyes narrow, breath as under control as it can be in this situation, and with just one though in my mind... Putting some pain on your body so I can keep on beating you, dismantling you, destroying you... And embarrassing you in front of the entire audience. I know whoever loses leaves the league, but If get my way, I'm gonna make sure you're too scared to ever jumo into a ring ever again. I'm running towards you just like I did at the very beginning of the match, but now you're all wobbly and I'm carrying even more speed, I'm feeling good about this, I start sliding, my toned legs with just a bit sweat going through the mats as I raise my right boot to try and hit you... But to my SHOCK, DISMAY AND HORROR, you fucking jump! In a slip second things have tuned completely, I'm underneath you, you're on top of me, the entire audience, who's usually more just into cat calling is audibly gasping! Tenths of a second feel like an eternity as my mind races knowing I've fucked up, and then... THUD! you come down full force, STOMPING DOWN! Over my stomach with your converse and over my tit with your bare foot "OOOOOOOOORRFGHH!!!" I groan out loud, all the air leaving my body, rushing out of my mouth from the heavy impact, making me just reel in pain. And the crowd roars for you after that crazy move you just pulled to counter me completely and literally use me as you doormat... A heavily abused one.

Mia_Rosewood: After a few moments of unceremonious screeching the crowd finally went as silent as a graveyard, craning their ears to hear the upcoming screams and wails. I looked down on you like a giant staring down at an ant, my hair dripping freezing sweat that cascaded onto your body. You were trapped, stuck under my feet while I drilled softly into your unprotected stomach. I leaned forwards, blotting out the light and making it so that my face was the only thing you could see. My hair hung around my head like a curtain, silky black locks dancing in the air as if they were taunting you. I flashed you a nasty smile. You knew how this was going to go. I knew how this was going to go. Now it was time for the crowd to hear you scream a bit. I lifted up my bare foot and inched it forwards, dangling it over your features as if I were a servant dangling grapes over my master's mouth. I could see the fear, the anger, the hate, all of it bleeding from your face. You wanted to be on top but now you were just a dumb little doormat, one that I was going to thoroughly enjoy. I slapped my foot down onto your face without a single second of warning. Your nose sank deep into my soft sole with your lips pressed gingerly against my dirty heel. My toes played amongst your eyes, dancing along your eyelashes and leaving bits of sweat behind. I SCRUBBED my foot into your face, anger and hatred bleeding through into my move. Your nose crunched down, your lips slanted in, your teeth bore some of the brunt of my foot. Suddenly you were practically sucking on my heel, feeling it pierce your lips and press against the tip of your retreating tongue. "There." I said it finality, remind you who was on top. Suddenly I scooted my foot down and clamped my toes around your nose, letting my sole settle in over your lips.

Mia_Rosewood: I watched you, keeping an eye on your eyes to keep from knocking you out completely. You were smothered. You were denied air. You were forced to kiss my fucking foot as if it were a lover, all while I towered over you and held your gaze.

Addy_is_Mean: I cannot think straight right now, the impact was just that brutal. My legs lifted right when it happened, sailing in the air just to come crashing down and bouncing almost limply against the mat. There's nothing going on through my mind the first few seconds after it, the pain, the shock, the humiliation of being at the receiving end of such move is making my kind go blank. Last thing I remember was seeing the soles of your foot and your converse while the rest of your body eclipsed the ceiling lights... And the first thing I see when I kinda come back to it is your bare foot dangling right in front of my face, with you and those eyes looking straight into mines... I'm so fucking mad and at the same time starting to feel a bit of fear, cause for the first time the possibility of losing this match is starting to run through my head. You press and rub your foot all over my face, my nose gets twisted by it as if it was just in the way and the heel in particular seems to want to get in my mouth... I softly moan bothered by your antics with your foot and still in pain from the double stomp... My leather cowgirl boots slide softly through the mats and my hand gets to to your leg and tries to fight it off uselessly. That's when you change gears and start getting those tosa all over my nose and the rest of your feet is actually managing to kinda get into my mouth, I try fighting it but despite everything I can slightly feel the saltines of your just a bit sweaty foot entering my mouth. This is quickly turning into a fucking nightmare, and I see it in your eyes, you're having a blast... Which makes me just a bit more scare and much more desperate to escape, so I try even harder to get you off me with my hands and attempt to roll to my side so you don't have any other choice but to step down.

Mia_Rosewood: "Awwh.. What's wrong? Is this not what you wanted?" I could see the humiliation coming through, your cheeks going rosy red as you struggled in my grip and attempted to get free. You were rocking around like a ship, desperately trying to unseat me. I finally gave you what you wanted and slid off to the side, whilst you rolled onto your shoulder. I leaned down and dug my nails into your body, grasping your side in my hands and pulling you til you were flat on your stomach. I tossed a leg over your head and dropped down like a boulder, smashing my delicious ass into the back of your skull. THUD. The crowd went crazy once again as your face bounced off the canvas. I took my time, enjoying you like a fine wine as my fingers slowly tip toes down your spine and played with your utterly atrocious outfit. "We need to send you back to the farm piggy." I giggled, rubbing my ass back and forth and hearing the satisfying (yet horrific) rumbled of skin on rugged canvas. I could hear your little pleas, your tiny screams and screeches. What I loved was the way you struggled in earnst. My hands reached forwards and grabbed onto those cowgirl boots, sliding them down til they fell off completely. Talk about a wardrobe malfunction. My hands gripped tight to your ankles and slowly yet steadily wrenched your legs back til they took on the shape of a 'c'. There you were, trapped under my ass with your body being bent at a terrible angle. I could hear your screams already and suddenly I started to egg you on. "What's wrong? Huh? What's wrong? Keep screaming loser, maybe it'll finally help you. Actually how about you just tap out, show the crowd how big of a pathetic loser you are." I slowly scooted my feet back along the canvas, brushing them along your cheeks. "hmph.."

Mia_Rosewood: I giggled and rolled my eyes, tucking my feet under your cheeks and pressing til they were framing your face. The rubber sole of my shoe rubbed painfully against your skin, pressing over your nose and gently crushing down on the soft button. My toes on my uncovered foot traced along your jawline before tucking into your open mouth, giving you a taste before the main course.

Addy_is_Mean: Even as I'm trying to get you off me by rocking my body side to side like a boat on a stormy sea you have the nerves to taunt me! You're just finding new layers of skin to get under and I cannot help it, there's no way around the fact that being treated like a doormat is incredibly embarrassing... I manage to get you off but I'm immediately flip on my stomach, I desperately try to crawl towards the corner, getting close but... WHAAAMP! Your ass just crashes right into the back of my head and it's as if a flash bang had exploded right on me... My eras are just ringing, my vision is all blurry... By the time I kinda come back I'm just in time to feel it... The leather of my white boots as it graces the skin of my legs on their way out as you pull both of them out, exposing my bare feet and sending my mind into a downwards spiral... How could she!? How dare she take off my boots!?... But why did I let her?! How the fucked have I ended up in this position, under your ass, without my boots, my face straight up red from embarrassment and pain... Then I start feeling that unmistakable ache on the lower side of my back "AAAARGH!" I scream in pain as you didn't waste time and grabbed both my ankles to BEND me in a C shape, a murderous Boston crab while squishing my head with your ass. The salt to the wound is your converse and your foot framing my face on each side, with your toes even starting to make their way on my mouth! I can literally feel them inside it! What the duck is happening, am I really about to loose? "AAAAARGH!" I keep screaming in pain, unable to get my mouth close and allowing your toes to inch even closer inside... There's no way this is real! There's no way this is happening! I'm not going down! Not against you! Not like this! I think to myself as you mock and mock and mock me with your words. I DESPERATELY and gathering all my remaining strength attempt ti close the last few inches needed to grab on to the ropes in the corner and pull me towards it

Addy_is_Mean: hoping, wishing, begging for it to be enough for you to release me from this horribly humiliating and painful hold!

Mia_Rosewood: Hearing you scream was enchanting. You were my most hated rival, a stain on my record, an annoyance that needed to be squashed. I stared out at the crowd, giving a few smiles, blowing some kisses and cutely tilting my head to provide a few winks. The crowd loved it; they took pictures and screamed whilst hurling insults your way. I felt your cute little feet kicking under my arms as you threw your body around like a fish flopping out of the water. I couldn't help the laughs and giggled that echoed from my lips. "What? What's wrong? Does it hurt baby? Suck on my toes, I know you want to." I could hear the blissful pittering of your nails smacking against the canvas. You were clawing, crawling, and slightly moving us inch by inch closer to the corner. I didn't mind. I wanted you to feel hope. I wanted you to pull yourself around. What were you really going to do once you reached the ropes? Were you going to use them to choke me? I started to laugh again, little girlish giggles slipping from me in irritating bursts. I could hear you grunting and groaning, pulling yourself closer til a pathetic little TWANG rang out amongst the crowd. Everyone gasped as you gripped the ropes in both hands and pathetically pulled. I let you go. Rules, right? Oh, wait; no ref. I spun around and sat heavy on your back, looking down at that blonde mod of hair as it sweatily stuck to the canvas. "Awwh.. Look at you go! Well, you made it. What now?" I ran a finger through your hair, watching the ropes flex from your pathetic pulls.

Mia_Rosewood: Suddenly I grabbed your hair and worked my way to my knees, moving forwards and flinging your head over the middle rope. I leaned my face in close, letting my breath wisp around your ear as I watched your exhausted eyes stare out amongst the crowd. "See your fans out there? Watch their faces." I pushed down on the back of your head I spoke, watching the rope sink and lock tight around your neck. Your neck was squeezed tight as if it were a plushy, frayed wire biting into your skin and threatening to leave a mark. You were choking. Unable to breath. A nasty, drooling fucking mess. "What? What you want some air?" I whispered my every word, running my lips along your ear in a taunting fashion. "I hate you." I let you chew on that for a bit as you choked over the ropes, drool dripping off your lips. I brought my free hand back, whirling it around in the air as if this were a cartoon before suddenly I swung it up and sunk it deep into your stomach for a nasty gut punch. Not only were you being choked, you'd also be coughing up spit. "Go on cowgirl! Ride them ropes!"

Addy_is_Mean: This must be hell, there's no other explanation to it, it's as if you were the manifestation of the hatred from all my previous opponents I had mercilessly beaten and humiliated to get myself here... But deep down I'm starting to realize this is no divine punishment, bad luck, or a bad start... This is a girl who absolutely hates me, thoroughly woman handling me in the ring. And I just need to make it stop, I want to make it stop. But at the moment I can only crawl towards the ropes, my sweaty body trying to slide towards it, inch by inch I manage to get there... With that damn foot of yours in my mouth, saliva running through it, converse on the other side of my face, who knew getting your shoe off to try and embarrass you would cost me so dearly. And of course, you just don't stop teasing me and mocking me with your words, they drill and drill on my head, on my fighting spirit. I literally couldn't get more mad than I am right now, so instead of getting under my skin, they're directly hurting my ego, as if a giant wrecking ball was just trying to take my southern fighting spirit down going on and on at it without any mercy or signs of stopping. When I get to the ropes you drop my legs and turn around. The sweet sweet release release I feel after you get off them and my back can finally relax it's amazing. At one point it felt as if I was going to snap in two, and even though my back is burning in pain, it's definitely better than being trapped still. It ain't long till you get my neck over the bottom rope and start CHOCKING me with it, it just digs at my neck and it's definitely going to leave a mark in it... You keep taunting and messing with me as you push my head down even harder against it, I drool a bit as my vision gets a bit blurry and you utter the most sincere words that'll be said today in this arena... 'I hate you'. I try to say it back, even with my neck on the ropes "I... Hate yo- OOOFFFH!" I'm cut short by your fist digging on my stomach,

Addy_is_Mean: forcing me to cough cough and cough pathetically, drops of my drool flying away. This is enough I need to get out this hold, I need to get away from you! I try using my remaining strength on my arms to push back the ropes and gain enough space to get my head under it. There's no way I can set up any type of counter, I need to gain as much imagine as possible and most importantly I need to get away from YOU. So I pull myself underneath the ropes to get off the ring, Desperate and pathetic... I know that very well, but it's the move you have forced me to me. I fall slowly off the ring, almost like a slug goes down a wall. My disappointed fans see how I'm left on my side, sweating, heavily breathing, coughing and my face red from embarrassment

Mia_Rosewood: There was a gleam in my eyes that didn't seem to want to go away, my smile greedily eating away at your pride as you gagged and choked like a pathetic loser. I kept blowing hot breaths of air on your face, seemingly annoying you with every passing second til finally you escaped my clutches and hurled yourself from the ring like a circus freak testing out a new trick. Luckily thin mats surrounded the outside of the ring but still you slid down and slammed onto the mats in an unceremonious pathetic fashion that left me drooling and excited. My lips became dry and my tongue slipped out to wet them as I followed you without a single break. My single converse thudded on the ground just next to your head and slowly I strolled around your downed body, keeping you trapped on your side along the edge of the ring. I looked down on you with a look that was filled with pity. "hmph.. So this is the famous cowgirl. Nothing more than a cute little toe sucker." I traced the edge of my shoe along your lips, watching them magically part as if they were already begging to suck on the tip of my converse. "Aha.. Really?" I was giggling and bubbly, little laughs mounting by the second as they fell from my lips. I reached down a second later and tied both my hands deep into your blonde hair, pulling you off the mats with ease as I forced you to your feet. I smashed your back against the edge of the ring, hearing the canvas erupt with a hollow thud as your spine smacked on the barely covered boards. Next, you turned into my punching bag. Knee after knee slipped up and embedded itself into your stomach in this unending barrage that would've been impossible to handle. I could feel your body begging to bend, begging to make it all stop but still I held you by your hair like meat being dangled from a hook.

Mia_Rosewood: "Come on baby! Block your body!" I ended the little barrage by dipping low and smashing my shoulder headlong into your tummy, feeling you inadvertently bend over my shoulder with a disgusting gag. My legs straightened and my body came back up, lifting you with ease as you sat strung over my shoulder in a sloppy fireman's carry. Your thick, cute ass was perfectly on display to the crowd, jiggling with your every wiggle as I waltzed around the outside of the ring and showed you off.

Addy_is_Mean: My situation couldn't be any more dire, the match was supposed to me my opportunity to absolutely crush the rival I despise. But instead I'm at the absolute opposite of it. I had to leave the ring to try and survive you, and I'm now at what could be considered rock bottom, slightly grunting in pain, feeling embarrassed and de-booted just laying here on the ground. Is there anyone left cheering for me, or has any kind of hope left in my just vanished?... I feel and hear the thud of you climbing out of the ring and I cannot fucking believe it, you're just not giving me even a second to try and recover... Neither my body or my spirit, cause first thing you do is using that converse to slit open my mouth and play with it inside of it. I don't put much resistance, I can't put much resistance at this point. I'm just heavily breathing, eyes half closed, trying to figure out when did it all go so wrong for me. Of course this ain't all you do, you YANK me up by my hair, and everyone gets to clearly see my current state, the complete opposite of the confident and full of energy cowgirl that jumo into the ring. The back of my head smashes against the ring and you keep your hand on my hair, that's actually the only reason I'm still able to be on my feet, if not I would just sink down towards the ground again. And all while talking shit, you start to abuse my stomach... That knee of yours comes up and DIGS DEEP! into my gut, forcing me to double over, forcing air and some saliva out of my mouth "OOOOOF!" and you don't stop at one, oh no. Your knee comes back AGAIN! "OOOF!" and AGAIN! "OOOOF!" and AGAIN! "OOOOOF!" Each knee feels like a truck crashing against my toned abs, each knee destroys them even further as the crowd is shocked by how much pain you're putting me through. The you use your shoulder and my body just doubles over your back, groaning, moaning and coughing in absolute pain and misery.

Addy_is_Mean: Being paraded for the crowds enjoyment and yours as well, since you're loving the fact you're getting to rub in every single second of our fight to make it 10 times more humiliated. In the fireman's carry with my arms dangling on one side with my golden hair and my de-booted legs dangling on the other. If I was at rock bottom, this is like digging once you reach it.

Mia_Rosewood: "ALRIGHT EVERYONE! LETS MAKE THIS CUTE LITTLE COWGIRL FEEL WELCOME!" I screamed my lungs out to the crowd, hoping everyone heard me as a foray of catcalls and insults got thrown your way. I slowly walked the length of the crowd, separated by nothing but a thin, concrete barrier. I raised my hand up and slapped it against your ass with a satisfying, fleshy thwack; that gave the crowd some ideas as suddenly they all began to reach over the barrier, digging their claws and leaving behind red marks all over your cheeks. You were going to have quite a hard time sitting for the next few days. I giggled and strutted, tossing you around as if you were a trophy that I was displaying. Your ass was flashed to every inch of the arena. Every camera received a picture and every fan got a long hard look at your cherry red cheeks. You were nothing, a prop for me to drag myself to the top with. Suddenly I placed you down, watching as you stumbled back and forth like a drunk with drool dripping off your bottom lip. "Hmph.. Trying to stay standing? So cute sweetheart. Now.. COME HERE." My hands wrapped around you as I ducked behind you and stretched you out over my shoulders. I hauled you up like a trash person handling trash. You were settled on my shoulders, stretched from arm to arm with your spine precariously placed along the back of my neck. I wrapped an arm over your legs and an arm over your neck before slowly I began to stretch you downward like a rubber band. Your spine screamed in anguish as it extended out of place. Your whole body shuddered and shook as you fought desperately against the torture rack but.. there was nothing you could do. "Go on cowgirl! Scream a yeehaw for everyone!" I spoke in a mocking country accent, every word venomous to it's core. I strained and pulled, stretching you to your limits as I tugged you down as far as you could go. You looked like a letter 'c' whilst your screaming head was pointed towards the crowd.

Addy_is_Mean: I'm over your shoulder almost limply hanging from it, ears ringing. Desperation, shattered dreams and sweat oozing from my body as you shout to the public, I've got no idea what you might be planning but after feeling that hard 'smack' on my asscheek it becomes pretty apparent... Every lucky espectador in the first few rows gets their turn squishing, slapping and pinching my ass "Uuurgh! Noo..." I complain between moans, horrified by what you're doing to me. When you finally get me away from the crowd and the dust has settled you just out me down... My back is hurting, my toned abs are marked red from your knees to it and my head is spinning, I can barely keep myself up, but before I can fall to the ground once again you just go and pick me me up hoisting me over your shoulders, wearing me like a damn scarf, setting me up perfectly for a torture rack. 'The high horse' is my signature move, the one I've made so many girls scream in pain during my wrestling career... And now I'm on it, panic takes over my body as I frantically tell you to stop "No! No! Nooooo! Don't!" But there's no use... Even I know that... So you PULL from each side of my body BENDING my already hurting back to it's absolute limit, forcing the biggest scream of pain out of my mouth "AAAAAAAAAAAHG!" You parade me once again, upside down face looking at the crowd, the flashes and the cameras all recording my scrams for the posterity. This ain't just digging rock bottom, it's using a damn industrial excavator to make the bottom even deeper.

Mia_Rosewood: I released the tension in an instant and felt your body snap back into place like a rubber band returning to rest. Your cute little pants left me enamored as you scratched around and pulled on my arms. Watching you struggle so pathetically nearly made me moan, my lips pursed as hot little breaths flew out of me in decadent little bursts. Up you went. A shining trophy rising into the sky as I lifted you up high and held you up in a perfect gorilla press. I tried desperately to keep my breathing tame, sweat dripping off my forehead and sticking to my lips as little grunts wormed their way off my lips. "You really.. really deserve this." I went to a knee and brought you down across it. Like a rigid piece of bread you nearly snapped in half, your spine taking the brunt of the force in a devestating back breaker. The screeches that came out of you were eye widening and breathtaking as you squirmed around and tried to alleviate some of the pain. I looked into your cute little eyes, a sinister smile sitting pretty on my lips before I gave you a hefty push and shoved you down onto the ground like the trash you were. "Get the fuck off me." I said softly, getting to my feet and towering over you. I looked down, watching you roll around wildly whislt holding your back. "Awwh. Did that hurt? Stay still loser." I brought up a foot and placed it flat on your face, pinning you to the mats as you tasted the underside of my converse. Hot rubber gripped your flesh and pulled nastily whenever you went to make a move. I flexed my arms above you, waiting for the shower of flashes before I finally peeled my foot off you face and looked at those, crying pathetic eyes that looked up at me. "Awwh.. Here. I need to go grab something but you stay right there okay? Here's a present for being such a good little loser." I peeled my spare converse off my foot, flashing my cute, pedicured toes to the crowd.

Mia_Rosewood: Then I placed the inside of my converse over your nose and mouth, forcing you to breathe in that sweaty foot smell that I knew you fucking hated. I wandered away, slipping back into the ring before coming back out whilst wearing you pretty, expensive cowgirl boots. Honestly? They looked better on me.

Addy_is_Mean: The pain is excruciating, the humiliation way too much to take, when you finally ease off on the murderous torture rack I feel relieved for a second... But I already know how this story goes, and the crowd does as well. The second off relief is cut by you lifting me up in a gorilla press, I don't know what's coming next, but it can't be good, it's never something good with you. I'm hoisted up, everyone in the arena can see me despite being off the ring still, and the cameras have the best shots of the moment. "no..." I softly say when I hear you say I really really, deserve this, feeling this is gonna be awful for me. I'm up high as if I was some kind of sacrifice to the wrestling Gods in a sick and twisted ritual only you could perform... The arena goes silent as you bring me down hard and SMASH! my back against the too of your knee, in a BRUTAL and devastating backbreaker... This is the final nail in the coffin, if there was any kind of hope left in me, if the light off resistance was still dimly burning, this is the exact moment you completely extinguish it. I'm left over your knee, pathetically and slowly reaching for my back to try and ease the pain. But you just shive me off it as if I'm nothing but literal trash on your way. And with the way you've treated me in this match I might as well be. Then that converse comes to step on my face, that rubber sole squishing me to the ground as you pose in what might be one of the shots of the match. Although, to be honest, there might be too many pictures to chose from. You take the shoe off and the straight up force it's inside right on my face and nose "Nnngh!" "Nnngh!" I softly complain, trying to hold my breath, but it's useless, the scent of it travels of my nostrils and fill my respiratory system... Forced to literally breathe the shoe I despise and that you have been teasing me with during the whole match. That's how you leave me while you go elsewhere, planning something devious to completely shattered my mind,

Addy_is_Mean: now that you have shattered my body already

Mia_Rosewood: My feet hit the ground with a clacking thud that shook your body around as if you were stuck in an earthquake. I slowly walked towards you, taking my time with every step. I was practically teasing myself, forcing every step to take eons as I traveled along the outside the ring. I stood next to you for a minute, letting the soft scent of sweat soaked leather travel around your nose. I watched your head twist to the side and then I watched that delicious reaction that stretched over your face. I leaned over, hanging over you to dot out the lights. "Don't they look good on me?" I said, tilting my head to the side. My hand whisked down in a flash and buried itself deep into your golden strands, tugging and pulling as if it were trapped in a game of tug of war. Your head peeled off the mats like a sticker as sweat sat left behind in your wake. I smooshed your face onto the leather cowgirl boots, rubbing your features along the laces and making your nose bury itself into the sweat stained leather. "That taste good? Huh? Come on, get you a little taste cowgirl." I ran your lips from top to bottom, making sure you experienced every inch of your boots on superior feet before finally I tossed you back and let you lay, starry eyed, staring up at the ring lights.

Addy_is_Mean: I can literally feel you walking towards me, it's like you're doing it in purpose, that almost clanking sound I hear feels familiar... But there's no way! It can't be right, right?! Once it stops a new scent enters my nose, finally free of that converse. And again, the scent it's pretty familiar, so I slowly turn around and... I see them, my gorgeous white cowgirl boots being worn by my most hated enemy! A look of absolute shock and horror takes form on my face, as any kind of light left in it just turns off... It can't be happening! It can't be happening! It can be happening... But it is... You grab my blonde hair once again and start to smooch my face and mouth across the patent white leather of my boots. As my mouth is forced through every inch of it the thoughts on my mind are crystal clear for the first time since starting the match... You've beaten me, because you're simply better than me, there's no other way around it. You peel me off the boots and throw me so I'm just looking at the ceiling lights... I've been reduced to just a shell of the once proud cowgirl I was, you have literally forced me against my own boots after putting my body through such unbearable pain, tears forming in my half closed eyes... My mind has been shattered, my body has been broken.

Mia_Rosewood: It was time to return to the ring, I wanted everyone to see you for this last little rodeo. I lifted you up with ease and hoisted you over my shoulder, slowly waltzing to the ring and bumping my hips for my new fans behind me. I rolled you under the bottom rope and hopped up onto the apron, sliding between the top and middle rope as I slipped back into the ring. My hands came down and hooked under your arms, dragging you away from the ropes and leaving you laying flat on your back straight in the center of the ring. The crowd was in awe, most of them begging for different moves as if they wanted me to use you like a ragdoll. I slowly strolled around your body, making little 'tsk' noises as I looked down on those crying eyes. Crying wasn't enough. I wanted you to sob. I wanted you to beg. I wanted you to fucking break like a twig in a windstorm. I stepped over your head, planting a foot on either side of your face. The scent of sweltering leather once again drifted around your nose while you stared up at my delicious butt. Tight spandex clung to my skin, sweat sticking to the soft material and sinking into the elastic as if it were being soaked up by a sponge. I dropped to my knees, sitting heavy on your breasts and slowly looking over my shoulder. I was going to ride you like a cowgirl riding a horse. Every movement was slow, calculated, meant to give you time to make a fool out of yourself. You could push, you could beg, you could plead but nothing stopped the advancement of my delicious ass. I hovered it over your face for a moment, letting your nose trace along my cute crack before finally I dropped and buried your face deep. I felt you sink into my cheeks like a ship sinking deep into the ocean, spandex sticking to your face like a mask as you breathed in my sweaty, awful scent.

Mia_Rosewood: I grinded around, drilling my ass back and forth as I scrubbed your face clean of all it's makeup. "How's that taste cowgirl? Huh? How's it's smell. Does it smell like roses? Come on loser, get a good fucking whiff before you tap out." I grabbed one of your hands and placed it gingerly along my ass, giving you a place to tap when you were good and ready.

Addy_is_Mean: I'm a mess, I'm a complete and utter mess, or better put, you've turned me into one. I put absolutely no resistance as you hoist me up and get me back into the ring, I couldn't put any resistance even if I wanted to. A few blinks later I find myself in the middle of the ring, I left it trying to escape form you but arguably, the most mentally scarring moments came once I was outside of it, a testament of how wrong my expectations and ambitions were set all through the match. My boots... Your boots... Clank around me as you make little disappointment noises with your mouth and I can just stay there, looking at the ceiling light who get blurrier and blurrier the more tears come off my eyes as I sob. The They're eclipsed once again by your figure, standing talk over me as you get my head in between the leather of my boots and lower your ass... Everyone knows what's coming and even though I slightly resist, groaning panting and moaning... There's no way around it, this is it for me "Please! Don't!... Stop it!" I say starting to straight up beg as the realization dawns upon me, I'm gonna lose this match and my career will be basically over "Stop it Mia! You've done enough..." I say desperately knowing there's absolutely no way you'll show mercy, since I wouldn't have shown it to you either. Despite me embarrassing myself even further, your ass just goes over my face sitting on it, completely and thoroughly ENGULFING IT. I feel you guiding my hand over your ass and I know what I've got to do. The scent under here is a reminder that I've lost, the lack of air means I'm gonna pass out soon and my body and mind cannot take any more punishment... I 'Tap' 'Tap' 'Tap' in surrender over your ass.

Mia_Rosewood: Slowly I rose to my feet, feeling the boots rocking back and forth as I stumbled and rose before the crowd. Every eye was on me, everyone ignored you. Why should they even look at you? A pathetic, worthless wrestler who had her boots stolen and her face sat on. I slowly walked around you, putting my foot up on different parts of your body so that I could pose for the cameras. Finally I gave you a small kick and knocked you onto your stomach, watching you breath heavily as you looked at my new boots with tears in your eyes. "Is this what you wanted loser?" I say softly, walking to the front of your face and squatting down so that I can fold my fingers through your hair. "Is this what you wanted? Huh?" I lightly gripped your golden strands, lifting your face off the dirty canvas. "Now.. You know what to do. Make sure to clean in between the laces okay?" I brought your face forwards and slapped it up against the perfect, white leather. Your nose sank into the boot and sniffed the sweat stained material as your lips rubbed gingerly against the laces and zippers. "Go on. Start kissing it loser. Get your fucking lips in there." My eyes didn't leave you for even a moment. I didn't want to miss a second of this.

Addy_is_Mean: I stayed down as you rose up to your feet as the winner of the match, pretty much everyone knew this was inevitable with everything you put me through outside the ring. The winner is on top, the loser stays at the bottom and will never fight another match in this league again... And with everything you put me through I might never fight another match again period. You pose on me placing my boot in different parts of my body, playing for the cameras as the crowd goes wild and I just can't hide in my face the shame I'm feeling. But that's going to get even worse. You turn me around and get... Your... Cowgirl boots right in front of me and command me to kiss them. I know there's no other way around it, and at this point in time I'm so fucking broken, so fucking done with everything I go at it almost immediately. Kissing and licking all over the leather of my previous boots, now worn by the feet of a superior wrestler, the girl who caused my downfall... I couldn't feel more pathetic and embarrassed. I start straight up crying, my tears mic in with the sweat and the leather of your boots, so I'm literally kissing and licking a cocktail of sweat and tears over the patent leather. I keep going at it trying not to miss a single inch, obediently following the words of the better wrestler, the better woman today.

Mia_Rosewood: I watched and watched and watched as if I was watching a train wreck happen in real time. You were so proud, so big in the industry, so trusted and loved and now here you were kissing my boots like a pathetic, whiny bitch. When you finished you were nothing but a slumped over mess, face leaning against my calf with a drunken look behind your eyes. I pulled my boot away and watched you face plant into the floor. I slowly leaned over and stared down at your sobbing body. "You done? Huh? Did that taste good? When you finally get up... get the fuck out of my league. Got it?" Then I walked around you and waved to the crowd one final time before ducking out of the ropes and leaving you laying in a heap. Hopefully they wheeled you out with the garbage.