NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Big_Marge: The arena lights dim, There's no grand entrance music for "Big" Marge tonight, just the low hum of anticipation as she shuffles through the tunnel. Her wrestling gear is brutally basic: a worn, oversized black singlet, cinched awkwardly. The commentators snicker, dismissing her as a guaranteed casualty in this NHB (No Holds Barred) submission match against the technically superior Jillian

Jillian_Mercer: As soon as my music hits the crowd is on fire. I step out of the curtain in my usual black outfit, made up of leggings, a sports bra and wrestling boots, and greet the fans by blowing them some kisses while they cheer for me. Some even sing along with my theme song. I walk towards the ring with casual confidence and enter it by climbing over the middle rope. I look at you with a smug expression on my face, waiting for the bell to ring.

Big_Marge: " I Look at you, Jillian," I say, my voice dripping with mock sympathy as I stare into your smug face. "The crowd’s little favorite has finally arrived. Enjoy those cheers while you can, because once the bell rings, I’m going to beat you so badly that every single person in this arena will forget your name before the night is over."​I don't wait for your witty comeback. I immediately drop into a wide, low wrestling stance, my heavy boots digging into the canvas and my massive arms outspread, ready to snatch you out of the air.

Jillian_Mercer: I raise a brow at your mockery, and enter my own fighting stance. My arms before my chest, fingers spread. I know i can‘t crapple you, but i‘ve got speed and technique … I lick my lips as the bell rings. Coming closer to you step by step, i wait for your first attack.

Big_Marge: I don't waste a single second. Ignoring your confident stance, I let out a low grunt and lunge forward with all my weight behind me. My massive arms reach out like a vice, aiming to wrap tightly around your waist before you can use that "speed" you're so proud of. I use my sheer bulk to bulldoze you backward, my boots thudding heavily on the canvas as I try to drive you straight into the turnbuckle. I want to pin you against those pads, using my stomach and chest to smother your technique and leave you with no room to breathe or move.

Jillian_Mercer: I don‘t take you lightly … For how could i … But i have a plan. As you begin to drive me back towards the turnbuckle, i suddenly jump to the right before we reach it and grab your face with both hands in an attempt to slam it against the corner, trying to avoid getting squashed there myself!

Big_Marge: I groan in pain as my own momentum betrays me. I was moving so fast, trying to crush you, that your sudden redirection sends me flying headfirst into the turnbuckle. My face slams hard against the steel and padding with a sickening thud.

Jillian_Mercer: Plan. I need one. I see you crashing against the turnbuckle and grin. I can‘t lift you up, and kicks or punches won‘t help alot, but … There it is. I need to attack your head, so i jump up to the third rope and balance over it, then i try aiming a powerful superkick at your jaw while standing on the rope!

Big_Marge: I'm still seeing stars from the turnbuckle when I look up, just in time to see you perched high on the ropes. I try to raise my arms, but my muscles feel like lead and my reaction time is a split-second too slow. CRACK! Your feet connects perfectly with my jaw.​The force of the superkick snaps my head back, and my legs turn to jelly. I stagger backward, my massive weight causing the entire ring to shake, and I only stay upright by desperately grabbing onto the middle rope. I'm hanging there, slumped against the wires, gasping for air

Jillian_Mercer: I wave with my arms to keep the balance after the impact of my kick. I press one foot against the turnbuckle and finally. Looking over my shoulder i see you on the rope, so i decide to jump down and walk up to you. I try position myself infront of you and send an elbow to your stomach before trying to hook my right foot behind yours and sweep your foot to hopefully unbalance you

Big_Marge: The elbow strike hits me right in my soft, massive gut, and I double over with a wheezing gasp. It feels like you’ve knocked every bit of air out of my lungs. You see me bent over and think I'm finished, so you confidently step in to sweep my leg and end this.​But as your foot hooks behind mine, my survival instinct finally kicks in. Instead of falling, I drop my center of gravity even lower. My huge, meaty hand reaches down like a trap and snaps shut around your ankle just as you try to pull. With a surge of desperate strength, I yank your leg upward and lunge forward, using my entire body mass to plow into you and send you crashing onto your back.

Jillian_Mercer: I fall on the mat in surprise but my reflexes instantly have me rolling away from you. I come back to my feet a few steps away, looking at you from a kneeling position, anger and surprise in my eyes. „Not finished yet, are you?“

Big_Marge: You're fast, little Queen," I wheeze, my voice thick with exhaustion and rage, "but speed won't save you when I'm on top of you. I'm going to squash the life out of you until you can't even scream." ​I don't give you a chance to dance away again. Instead of standing up, I stay low to the canvas, crawling forward like a massive, hungry predator. I lunge at your waist while you're still in that kneeling position, reaching out with my heavy arms to lock around your midsection. I’m trying to turn this into a messy, suffocating ground war where your technique means nothing against my raw, crushing weight

Jillian_Mercer: The funny thing is, big girls always try to squash you because that‘s all they can do. I know how to deal with that. As you come at me and grab my waist i immediately jump up at the same time so both my knees hit your unprotected jaw in perfect unison. I land on my back and kip up quickly. No way this move leaves you unscathed.

Big_Marge: The impact is devastating. My slow, heavy body just can't keep up with your lightning-fast reflexes. When your knees collide with my jaw, it sounds like a gunshot echoing through the arena. My head snaps back, my eyes roll into the back of my head for a split second, and my entire world goes black. For a second .​I collapse forward with a deafening thud that makes the entire ring floor bounce. I land face-down right at your feet

Jillian_Mercer: I know this is my chance. I quickly get down again and wrap my strong legs around your neck, squeezing the life out of you while sitting to your right. At the same time, i grab your left arm and drag it to my side in a very painful armbar, having you in my EOT-Lock. „Get ready to tap Marge! It‘s over!“

Big_Marge: I feel your legs wrap around my thick neck like a pair of iron bands, and for a second, panic sets in as my air supply gets cut off. But as you reach for my left arm to finish that EOT-Lock, I instinctively tuck my elbow tight against my ribs, refusing to let you extend the limb.​I’m not done yet. With my face turning a deep shade of purple, I clench my massive fist and start driving it repeatedly into your exposed ribs and waist. THUD. THUD. THUD. Every ounce of my desperate strength is behind these punches, aiming to tenderize your midsection and force your muscles to spasm. I'm fighting for every scrap of oxygen, trying to break your focus and make you loosen those legs before I black out

Jillian_Mercer: „Unngh! Ooaffhh…“ I can‘t take these punches for long and sooner rather than later you feel my thighs loosening their iron grip as i get away from you, rolling towards the rope where i get back on my feet and look at you while my right arm holds the top rope. „Dammit…“ I whisper to myself.

Big_Marge: I slowly push my massive palms against the canvas, the ring creaking under my shifting weight as I force myself back up. I stand there, towering over the mat like an unshakeable freight train that just survived a crash. My jaw is bruised and my breath comes in heavy, ragged hitches, but my eyes are locked onto yours with terrifying intensity.​I sway slightly, my huge frame trembling from the exhaustion and the pain of your strikes, but I refuse to fall. "It's not that easy, you fake Queen," I growl, spitting a bit of blood onto the mat. "You might be fast, you might be flashy... but I will never bow to you. You're going to have to do a lot more than that to keep a mountain like me down."

Jillian_Mercer: Your words infuriate me and you can see rage taking over my senses. „Fake?! I‘m the Queen of this entire fightclub, you damn bitch! I‘ll show you!!“ I come running at you, jump into the air before you and aim a running high knee straight to your face, wanting to shut you up for good!

Big_Marge: I knew you couldn't keep that cool, royal composure forever. I saw the red mist clouding your eyes, and I knew I had you exactly where I wanted. You're fast, but fury makes you predictable.​As you charge toward me, screaming your lungs out, I don't flinch. I brace my massive legs, shifting my weight forward and widening my stance. The moment you leave the ground, flying through the air with that knee aimed at my skull, I move with a sudden burst of speed you didn't think this "fat girl" possessed.​Instead of taking the hit, my huge arms reach out like a closing trap, catching you mid-air. I absorb your momentum, wrapping my strength around your waist and shoulder. With a roar of exertion, I pivot and slam your entire body down onto the canvas with a devastating Powerslam

Jillian_Mercer: When i realise my attack had failed it‘s already too late. I feel your arms around me, my momentum gets completely absorbed and i wake up from the red fog that clouded my brain, in panic as i find myself in your grasp. „No no wait don-„ You slam me hard against the mat, back first, and the sond echoes in the ring like a thunderous roar. I lie there, all fours extended, and pain shoots through my entire body.

Big_Marge: I look down at you with a cruel, triumphant grin,seeing the "Queen" of this fight club reduced to a gasping mess on the floor. I don't go for the pin yet; I want you to feel every pound of my disrespect first.​I lift my massive, heavy boot and press it firmly right into the center of your back, pinning you against the canvas like a specimen. I lean some of my weight into it, watching you squirm. "Haha! What happened, Jillian? Did that 'Fake Queen' comment get under your skin that much?"​I let out a deep, mocking laugh that rattles in my chest. "Look at you now... so small, so fragile. Where is all that royal arrogance? It’s funny how a Queen looks just like a tiny, pathetic insect when she’s crushed under my foot. You aren't ruling anything from down there, honey."

Jillian_Mercer: I feel your foot on my back and get pressed against the mat hurtfully. "Aagh! Get off me you fat pig!" I scream and try to do something but i'm obviously powerless against your superior weight. I try to power up enough to get on all fours and grab your leg.

Big_Marge: I smirked down you and closing more near to your face " awww our queen is crying under a rookies feet what a shame for u pathetic bitch hahaahhaaa "

Jillian_Mercer: You're close enough now. I get fired up and ram my elbow right against your jawline. "Eat this you fucking cunt!"

Big_Marge: " aaaaaaah " your elbow connects my injured jaw and it makes me lost my balance then i fall on my knees with holding my jaw and moaning in pain " ahhh fuck you fuck you fuck you "

Jillian_Mercer: I immediately go for another attack, being on all fours now. I raise my leg and aim to ram my bootsole straight into your face as you're on your knees behind me! "Heeyah!"

Big_Marge: I spit some saliva with some blood after take this kick. That kick almost knock me out i fall on your feet like a meat. I'm moving so slowly and crawling into the ropes

Jillian_Mercer: As you lift yourself up at the middle rope i see my chance. I kick your knee from behind so you buckle in, your throat hanging against the middle rope. I walk a few steps back and then come running back at you, grabbing the top rope and slinging my body through it and the middle rope before spinning around and kicking you in the face with both feet in a perfect 619. "Eat shit and die!"

Big_Marge: The impact is like a car crash. My vision explodes into white light as your feets smash into my face, and the middle rope nearly crushes my windpipe. My massive, heavy body bounces off the tension of the ropes like a giant, fleshy ball, sending me hurtling toward the center of the ring.​I land with a sickening thud, and my body just... gives up. I’m sprawling there like a ragdoll, my thick arms and legs splayed out in completely unnatural directions. I try to move, to even twitch a finger, but my nervous system is short-circuiting from the pain. Every breath is a ragged, wheezing struggle that rattles deep in my chest. I can only let out these pathetic, low moans of agony while the world spins around me.

Jillian_Mercer: As i see you like this, i know i can end the match here and now. I come back into the ring over the middle rope and immediately run at you. I grab you and get you into a sitting position before wrapping my strong legs around your arms, dragging them behind your back and then wrap my feet and legs around your waist in a painful lotus hold. Now your arms are behind your back, trapped by my legs, and i begin to apply pressure. "Ready to tap out??"

Big_Marge: The pressure is unbearable. I can feel my shoulder joints screaming as they reach their breaking point, and every time you tighten that Lotus hold, a sickening pop echoes through my spine. Looking at your feet locked right there by my face, framing my defeat, the humiliation hurts almost as much as the physical agony. I thought my size would protect me, that I could just crush you under my weight, but you’ve turned my own mass against me.​My vision starts to blur as the air leaves my lungs for the last time. My massive, heavy legs, which were once my foundation, now just thud uselessly against the mat in a rhythmic, desperate beat of surrender.​"AAAAHHH! STOP! OKAY! I GIVE I GIVE " I scream, the words tearing out of my throat with the last bit of strength I have. I’m frantically tapping my feet and shaking my head, my pride completely shattered. "Tapping out! I'm tapping out! Just let go!"

Jillian_Mercer: Being the professional i am, i let go of my hold as soon as i hear your screams. I roll away and get back on my feet, raising my right fist in victory. "And next time you disrespect the Queen, think of this beating, you fat pig." I say laughing as i leave the ring.