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The_Bratty_Princess: There's a light murmur through the small crowd of the small arena. The lights dim, "Barbie Girl" starts blaring through the PA. At the top of the stage, The Bratty Princess emerges and teh PA crackles into life, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special presentation for our next contest. Coming out now, you'll see her, standing a walloping 5'3" and a massive 103lbs, please welcome The Bratty Princess, who is here to make her first big splash in the OPCW wrestling scene!" I come out through the curtains and hold my hands up, posing as if I've won already, smirking and smiling at the top of the ramp before I make my way down, strutting confidently as I climb into the ring, grabbing a microphone and bringing it up to my lips. "You all don't know how unbelievably lucky you are! You may not know me yet, but you sure will! When I make my official debut in OPCW in just a few short weeks!" I giggle, smirking. "But in the meantime, I thought I should have and enjoy myself a little a warm-up. So, I'm issuing an open challenge RIGHT NOW to whatever... dumb, jealous, bitch is stupid enough back there to come out and face me! I know I am the prettiest. I know I am the strongest. And I KNOW i am the BEST. So starting tonight, I am here to PROVE it to you all. The first bitch DUMB enough to come out has the pleasure of being my first victim! Such a privilege for you. Come on out, if you dare, sluts! And face the wrath of the Perfect Princess!" With that, I drop the microphone. Smiling wide and confident, as I lean back into my corner, resting against the turnbuckle, my eyes fixed on the entrance ramp to see who will step up to the challenge.

Lady_Darcy: The lights in the arena go out, except for a spotlight that illuminates The Bratty Princess... for a moment the crowd is quiet, then they start to cheer as the big screen bursts into life showing Lady Nicola Darcy standing backstage with a wicked grin on her face...

Lady_Darcy: The PA blares out... "Accepting the challenge... she is The Busty Bruiser, 5'4", 170lbs, from London, England... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY!!!..."... The lights come on in the arena and I burst through the curtains...

... as the crowd explode into cheers... I make my way around the ring, winding up the crowd to chant "DARCY!, DARCY!, DARCY!"...

... Then I slide into the ring under the bottom rope, getting to my feet and poking my finger in your face...

... "Someone needs to teach you some manners you big mouthed little bimbo... and I am gonna do just that!"

The_Bratty_Princess: I stand there in my corner, tapping my foot impatiently, thinking none of these loser bitches have the guts to take me on it seems, before the lights finally go dim, the arena slightly brightened by the image of you backstage glowing on the titantron before your music hits. I perk up, standing up, facing the entry ramp as I see you burst through the curtains swiftly making your way to the ring and sliding in. I stand there, in disbelief as you point your finger in my face and start taunting, looking you up and down. I raise my arm up and slap your hand away "Get that out of my face!" I snarl. Looking around. "I asked for a challenger, not some fat old cow wannabe has-been!" Bringing both my arms up to your shoulders and shoving you. "Go back to your barn, Aberdeen Angus" I taunt with a cocky smirk. "Before you get your old fat ass beat. Leave some room for the real fighters".

Lady_Darcy: You knock my hand away and the crowd goes "Ooooh", then you start calling me a "fat, old, cow", a "has been", an "Aberdeen Angus" and my face gets redder and redder with anger... the crowd start to get involved, chanting at you, "Darcy's gonna kill ya!... Darcy's gonna kill ya!..."... Again I jab my finger into your face...

... "You just got yourself the no. 1 place on my list of women whose ass I am gonna whup!... I hope you got some health insurance bitch!"

The_Bratty_Princess: The chanting crowd begins to echo through my head as they taunt, cheering for YOU. I can't believe it. Hearing them cheer for YOU. The fat old wannabe slaghag! I'm the fucking Princess, how fucking dare they! My anger begins to boil, nearly tipping over when you jab that obnoxious cow hoof of a finger back in my face, I glare angrily at the audacity of having to face this stupid old hag. It's an absolute insult! I slap your hand away again. "FINE!" I growl, planning to make short work of this "opponent" "I accept. Let's get this started already. I assume someone of such, um, advanced age, already has a private room at the hospital, so I'll be glad to send you back home, they're probably already looking for you"

Lady_Darcy: As I listen to your acceptance speech, I derisively sneer at you, looking you up and down, then I shake my head in disbelief, and step up to you. My face pressed into your face, my 38DD breasts pushing into and squashing yours, my thick, round, belly pressed into yours, my hands on my curvy hips... I speak derisively to you "Ya know, for a... skinny,... little,... bimbo... you have got an... awfully,... big,... mouth!... Normally I would feel a little guilty about beating the crap out of a woman half my size... but... for you... I'll make an exception!..." I take a step back from you and bring my hands up onto your shoulders and shove hard, looking to use my 170lbs to send you stumbling backwards and falling down onto your trim little ass...

The_Bratty_Princess: Your obnoxious, condescending sneer frustrates me to no end. Feeling disgusting as this cow ogles my body up and down, sizing me up. I nearly growl before your face is suddenly pressed to mine. Your body pushing against me, making sure I can FEEL your size as you get up close and personal, causing me to plant my feet firmly, to apply resistance. Listening as you ramble on typical old people nonsense about the youth of today. I just grin, looking out towards the crowd as I lift my hand up putting my fingers together and thumb underneath, clamouring them up and down repeatedly in a mock "talk talk talk" motion. Turning back to you. "Oh, are you finally finished?" I taunt before feeling your hands reach up with more speed than I would have expected, pressing into my shoulders, and shoving. Luckily my feet where still firmly planted from when you first pressed yourself to me, and the shove, hard, causes me to stumble back a step, maybe two, but I maintain my balance. A grin forms across my lips. "Not bad old timer!" I taunt again. "But let me show you how it's done. It's been a LONG time since I've been..." suddenly lowering my shoulder and lunging forward "COW TIPPING" as I spring forward trying to drive my shoulder into your ample stomach and spear you to the ground if I can.

Lady_Darcy: I shove you backwards, but to my surprise, you stay on your feet... I give a small growl of annoyance... followed by a look of total astonishment on my face as you lunge forward at me in a spear... driving your scrawny shoulder deep into my thick, rounded, belly... I let out a grunt... UFF!!.... and my upper body doubles over onto your back as you drive me backwards a couple of stumbling steps on my thick, chubby, legs... but after a couple of steps backwards I get my legs braced and with your shoulder in my belly and my upper body folded over your back, I wrap my arms tightly around your waist... The crowd gasps seeing you actually knock me back a couple of steps, but then they quieten as they see me grabbing hold of you... "Dumb, little, bitch!!..." I snarl at you as I grip you tightly around your waist, taking a moment to get my breath back... I take a deep breath and then start to heave your body upwards, looking to use my power to throw you over me in a reverse belly to back suplex...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel you double over and grunt, I smile, driving my legs forward pushing against your squishy stomach, as you step back, I keep pushing trying to bring you down to the mat, but my momentum is thwarted as you gain your balance and plant your feet, stopping my aggression. I keep trying to drive you back letting out small grunts as I push into your stomach, but you don't move, my face reddens a bit, pushing with all my might until I suddenly feel your arms wrap around my waist and squeeze against my skinny stomach. My eyes widen and I give a final effortful push, to no avail as you hold your ground and suddenly find my legs leaving the canvas. My eyes widen as your body straightens up, lifting me with you, my legs flailing through the air as I find myself upside, only for a moment, I squeal out as you complete the bell to back, throwing me over you almost like a ragdoll as you fall back, tossing me back over your body with with and SLAMMING my body down onto the canvas behind you with a THUD. My little body bounces off it and my body arches, grunting as I reach down, clutching at my lower back from the impact, gasping!

Lady_Darcy: I exhale a loud grunt... URRRGG... as I heave your body up over me, falling down onto the canvas on my back... but I land much more gently than you do, the THUD of your landing echoing around the arena... I roll onto my side and look up at you squirming on the canvas, grasping at your back, and I smile wickedly... I quickly get to my feet, my thick body wobbling as I move quickly, I strut over to you and reach down to grab two handfuls of your long blonde hair to haul you up to your feet... "This ain't gonna take me long Barbie Princess... I'm gonna squash you like a bug!..."

The_Bratty_Princess: My chest heaves with a few deep breaths on the mat, trying to catch my breath and recover, squirming a bit as I roll over onto my stomach and try to push myself up, trying to slowly start getting back up to my feet only to feel your hands come down and take my hair, deciding to "help" me up. I yelp, reaching up and pawing grabbing at your wrists, trying to pull them out of my hair "LET GO" as you yank me back up to my feet. My eyes wide, I nearly growl as you taunt me, in frustration as you ruin my hair, holding it, I lower my right arm, giving up on trying to grab your wrist, bent at the elbow as I thrust my arm forward in an arcing motion trying, if I can, to strike you across the chest with a chop.

Lady_Darcy: I haul you up to your feet and smirk at you as you bleat "LET GO" at me, I laugh at your pathetic demand, which clearly irritates you and you lash out with a vicious chop across my 38DD chest... ARRGH... I squeal as the blow strings and my breasts wobble and bounce in my top, my expression changes from one of gleeful arrogance to one of anger, snarling,... "Why you dumb little bitch!..." I growl and lash back at you with a big chop to your more petite, but firm and taut chest, leaning my 170lbs behind the chop...

The_Bratty_Princess: *Your taunting laugh echoes through me, infuriating me further, but I begin to smile, smirking, as you chest wobble and you groan from the chop, finally letting go of my hair, my expression switching to gleeful arrogance as yours changing to anger, letting out little giggle as you shout with anger, only to feel you lunge your body into a retaliating brutal chop across my much small chest, the force of the blow arching my back from the impact as I screech out, stumbling back a step, but not giving ground, scowling as I swing my arm back again to strike you back with another chop! Trading chops with a more powerful opponent, probably not the smartest idea for me at the moment, but I was blinded by rage at your taunting and ragdolling me up by my hair, heaving as the back of my forearm swings for you chest with ALL of my little might!

Lady_Darcy: I smirk gloatingly at you as my chop to your chest makes you arch backwards and stumble... the change in expression on your face tells me how much it hurt you... but you have more grit than I have given you credit for... instead of backing away you come back at me...

... again, smacking me hard in the tits... ARRGH... I squeal as my breasts bounce and shake in my top... I take a step backwards, and give my boobs an adjustment in my top, then poke a finger at you...

... "Look Barbie,... LAY OFF THE TITS!.. OKAY!!..." I snarl at you and then fire back my own shot at you...

The_Bratty_Princess: I see the anger building up in you and it brings me to another giggle as you point that in my face, I slap it away. "What's wrong cowtits? Afraid of a little ....AGHUGH" I screech out as you land another brutal chop against my chest, harder than the first, my body arches and staggers, my back bouncing off the nearby ropes slinging me back towards you.

Lady_Darcy: I am beginning to admire your spirit, talking back to me... "What's wrong cowtits? Afraid of a little ...." ... but I am not going to let you get away with that for too long, smashing you in the chest with my powerful chop... This time you can't take the blow and go tumbling back towards the ropes, bouncing off them and stumbling back into the ring... I see you stumbling back and let out a scream... YARRRRGHH... as I charge forward with my arm outstretched to clothesline you across the chest...

The_Bratty_Princess: My frustration grows as I bounce off the ropes, but there's not enough time for me to react as the distance between us is too short, and the old hag is quicker than I would have thought as your chubby arm raises up, unforgiving as it completely thwarts my rising momentum, really crushing THROUGH me rather than into me as it pummels across my chest sending my little body flailing down brutally onto the canvas below with a loud THUD, my back crashes down hard as my head snaps down and bounces off the mat, groaning out, "UGHH" in a bit of dizzying confusion, my eyes rolling as I try to catch my breath and recover.

Lady_Darcy: I grin wickedly as my clothesline snaps into your trim chest and flips you up into the air, sending you crashing down onto the canvas... I snort derisively as you struggle to try and get up... groaning, dizzy, you already look beaten to me... I take a little victory lap around the ring...

... showing off to the crowd who start chanting my name... "DARCY!!... DARCY!!... DARCY!!..."... then I return to where you are trying to get up, I bend down and look at you... "What's the matter Barbie?... Did that brutal momma Lady Darcy spank your ass??... Oh, poor little Barbie" I sarcastically coo at you.

The_Bratty_Princess: I pant, my chest heaving, and the roaring echo of the crowd chanting YOUR name, the utter insolence! I'M THE PRINCESS! Groaning slightly, I'm able to turn over and push myself to my hands as knees as you parade around the ring taunting. I feel your large shadow looming over me as you return your attention to me on my hands and knees, bending down, taunting over me. My face flushing bright red as you taunt, "Barbie" mocking down at me, I snarl. "You know jiggly puff" I heave, my eyes wide, "You may look like a marshmallow" grinning as I plant my hands "But I bet you fall like a BRICK!" I snap, my hands planted, I suddenly spin my body, down low against the canvas, twirling around as you stand over me, extending a leg out as I spin, trying send it crashing into the back of your thick calves, trying to surprise you and finally get you off your feet with a leg sweep if I can.

Lady_Darcy: I smirk so arrogantly as I coo at you... and your retort... "You may look like a marshmallow" makes me laugh, but then you move quickly and sweep out with your leg... "But I bet you fall like a BRICK!" and I suddenly feel my legs going out from underneath me... "WHOAAA..." I squeal as my legs flip up and I crash down onto my fat ass on the canvas... the ring shakes as my 170lbs hits... I seethe with anger as I sit on the canvas...

... "What do you think you're doing Barbie??!!.." I growl at you...

... then I lunge forward on my knees, aiming to grab your hair and send a forearm smash at your head...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel the ring vibrate as you crash down onto your ass, and it brings a wild smirk to my face. Hoping to take this chance, I ready myself to pounce, but you're quicker than I expect as I get closer, feeling your hand take a a tuft of my hair, my eyes widen as you pull on it, letting out a grunt before your forearm crashes against the side of my head. With a yelp, my head snaps to the side from the blow my body tilts, falling over onto my side with a heaving pant.

Lady_Darcy: I slug you hard with the forearm smash, leaning my thick, heavy, body behind the blow... your head snaps violently to the side and you collapse down onto the canvas... I snort derisively as I look down at you "Pah! Pathetic lightweight bimbo!" I sneer at you.. I get up to my feet and then reach down and again grab your hair to haul you up to your feet... "Gonna beat you to a pulp Barbie!..." I gloat at you...

The_Bratty_Princess: The blow dazes me for a moment down on the mat as I take a deep breath trying to recover. But you don't give me the chance as you take my hair, I squeal out, grabbing at your arms, pawing at them, trying to pry you off of me as you lift, bringing me first to my knees, then continuing to yank, holding me up as I get to my feet, my eyes red with rage as you pull on my hair, "YOU FUCKING COW!" I shriek back as you gloat, letting out a grunt as I suddenly thrust my leg up, bending it aiming to knee you right in that flubbery naval between your belly button and hips.

Lady_Darcy: For a scrawny, loud mouthed, blonde, bimbo you've got a lot more fight in you than I imagined, as I get you to your feet you squeal "YOU FUCKING COW!" and ram your right knee up into my thick, fleshy, rounded, belly... URRRRRGH!!.. Taken totally by surprise I grunt loudly as the wind is knocked out of me. I let go of your hair and my hands and arms go down and clasp around my hurting belly, I double over, my head and tits drooping down as I gasp for air...

The_Bratty_Princess: I straighten my hair back quickly, not liking it to get too far out of princess form when you let go and stumble back, the rumble as you stagger and double over. Brings a wide smile to my cheeks as I glare down at you, quickly taking a step closer, "Let's see how YOU like it cupcake!" I taunt as I grab for your hair and swing my arm in one rapid simultaneous motion trying to return the favour of that forearm smash to the side of your head.

Lady_Darcy: My head falls down when I double over and you take advantage, "Let's see how YOU like it cupcake!" you yell and ram a forearm smash into the side of my head... payback... my head jolts to the side, my tits wobble, and I stumble a step to my side... but you're showing your inexperience, you don't have the bulk to throw a haymaker like me, and as a ring veteran I have taken a lot of shots to the head... I steady myself after the stumble and straighten up, I snarl at you and lunge forward with my own high forearm smash aimed for your head...

The_Bratty_Princess: Watching you double over again, I grin, "What's wrong, cow?" I say as I step closer, seeing you straighten up and lift that jiggly old arm, I press forward as you swing, ducking under it with relative ease as your momentum brings you forward, I reach my own arm out as I duck past you, hitting your stomach with a harsh palm as I slip by and step behind you. "Uh oh old timer!" I taunt standing behind you now, not wasting any time as I jump up, turning my body parallel to the mat in the air as I bend my knees up quickly before thrusting my legs forward as hard as I can I drop down to the mat onto my back, aiming a dropkick with both my feet right at that fat ass.

Lady_Darcy: I hurl my forearm smash, leaning my thick 170lbs into it, planning to knock that blonde head of yours off of your shoulders! But while you are small, you're also fast, you dodge to the side and duck under my forearm, and worse to send your right fist out and hit me in my already aching belly as I charge past you. ... OOOF!... I grunt and again double forward, my arms wrapping around my belly, my head drooping down... Urrr... I let out a moan and rake a moment... a moment too long as I suddenly feel a hard force hitting my thick, fat, curvy, ass... "WHOAAA.." I squeal as I am sent flying forward my arms flailing out forward as if in a swimming dive.. until I belly flop down hard on the canvas with a loud THUMP!... my big 38DD tits hitting first and pancaking, then my thick belly and then, with a crack, my head impacts the canvas... The crowd GASPS as my big frame impacts hard... they know how tough I am but that was a devastating move, and they can see I am hurt... I plant my hands on the canvas and start to push, trying to get myself up, but it is clearly a struggle... I moan and groan as I get to my hands and knees, my head drooping down... "C'MON DARCY!... GET UP!.." someone in the crowd yells...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel my boots connect, your fat ass jiggling against them as they push forward as I fall, my back hitting the mat as I quickly pull myself back up to my feet, just as you CRASH down with a thunderous THUD faceplanting down onto the canvas below, feeling all 170lbs of your cupcake ass falling face first, the ring shivers and I giggle, taking a few quick steps forward, closing the distance with a confident glare. I pick my arm up and wave my hand dismissively, brushing off the gasp of the crowd as if they SHOULD have expected this. I walk right up beside you as get to your hands and knees, and casually kick my leg out, striking it against your arm in an attempt to kick it out from under you and make you crash down into the mat again* "Oh not so fast, cowtits!" I would taunt standing over you.

Lady_Darcy: I push up onto my hands and knees, dazed and hurting after I was faceplanted down hard onto the canvas... my head drooping down, my long, brunette, hair hanging down covering my face, my chest heaving as I breathe heavily... I can hear the patter of your feet as you come up beside me... "Oh not so fast, cowtits!" you coyly simper at me and then kick out my left arm from under me, and my upper body falls down towards the canvas... uff!... I let out a gentle grunt as I quickly move my arm back to stop my face hitting the canvas... then I push up on to my knees and turn to look at you, standing there, preening yourself, pouting and posturing as though you were someone special... My face is a picture of anger and fury and I lash out with my right arm, swinging wildly at your legs to try and trip you up...

The_Bratty_Princess: Hearing the loud boos of the crowd after kicking your arm out from you, just makes me smile, relishing in their hatred as I tenderize the old cow for slaughter. Smirking I circle you like a vulture circling its downed prey. Keeping a close eye as you grunt and make your way to your knees. My smile widens into complete and utter glee. You swing your arm out at my leg, a silly frivolous attempt from your old fat arm, easily dodged as I lift my leg and bend my knee, avoiding your swat like nothing. I reach forward and grab a tuft of your hair as you're there on your knees and give a pull. "On your knees before your Princess!" I taunt as my free hand comes crashing across your cheek, my grip in your hair tight, "Right where you belong!" My hand comes flying back crashing into your other cheek with a mean backhand. The crowd gasping and booing loudly. I give them a little look, as I hold your hair, looking out and taunting the booing crowd, for just half a moment, holding you on your knees before returning my attention to you. "But you still need to learn some manners you bovine bitch!" I snarl as I yank down on your hair, trying to pull your face down as I drive my knee up, colliding the two forces as I aim to knee you in the face.

Lady_Darcy: I lash out with my right arm to try and trip you up but, annoying little brat that you are, you easily skip out of the way and then move in grabbing a handful of my hair to hold my head up as I kneel on the canvas.... "On your knees before your princess... Right where you belong" you taunt and then... OWWWW!!... I squeal as you deliver a slap across my face... The crowd GASPS both in shock at your action and also knowing how I will react... I snort and snarl angrily as I look up at you, a furious look on my face... "But you still need to learn some manners you bovine bitch" you crow at me and then... ARRRGH!!.. you knee me hard in the face...

... my hair flails out as my head snaps back and my thick body rocks backwards... Urrrrrr... I let out a pained moan as my body and head rock back to the upright, my eyes glassy and blinking... I gasp for some air and then look to retaliate, hurling my left fist at your trim belly, looking to hurt you long enough for me to get to my feet...

The_Bratty_Princess: Relishing in the gasps of the awed crowd, shocked as I begin having my way with you. I can't help but smile. Putting down this wannabe old washout has been where she belongs as my knee crashes along your face, snapping your head and body back knowing that your size and strength are your advantage, and I can't let you up. In your frustration, your swinging arm is easily telegraphed from my standing advantage over you. As your left arm hurdles towards me, I sidestep to the right side of your body to avoid the blow and while simultaneously motioning my arms towards your head, aiming to grab your hair and thrust my arms downs with all my might, trying to use your own momentum to slam your body face first down into the mat.

Lady_Darcy: I swing a punch at your belly, but you're so quick on your feet, again dancing out of the way and, before I can recover my balance you grab my head, dropping down and ramming it into the canvas in... another... faceplant!... URFF!!... I grunt as face is rammed into the canvas; this is doing nothing for my good looks I think to myself... I plant my hands on the canvas and start to push myself up with my arms...

The_Bratty_Princess: The sound of your face crashing into the canvas as the ring vibrates is nothing less than an orchestral masterpiece to my ears as I step behind you, standing over you as you begin to push yourself up, I straddle over your back, my tiny frame standing "tall" with my legs on either side of you as you begin to push. I giggle, and mocking. "What's the matter jiggly puff?" I smirk, bending my knees slightly as your arms push yourself a little higher. "Having trouble getting up?" As I say this, my knees unbend as I jump up, not high, but just high enough to fling my legs forward, letting them outstretch as my boots sling past both sides of your face, as gravity bring me back down, my pretty little butt crashing into your back as you try to push up, hoping to crash you back down.

Lady_Darcy: As I begin to push myself up off the canvas after the faceplant I can feel you stepping over my thick body and standing astride my thick back... "What's the matter jiggly puff?... Having trouble getting up?" you gloat and then... URFF!!... you drop down in a sitting position on my back, sending my thick body, tits and belly, squashing down onto the canvas... ARRRGHH!!... I scream angrily and slap the canvas with my right hand in annoyance... "GET OFF ME YOU LITTLE SLUT!..." I snarl angrily... again I plant my hands on the canvas and start to push up with my arms, attempting to lift my body, and yours, up off the canvas, looking to twist my body and hoping to rock you off of my back...

The_Bratty_Princess: I let out a taunting giggle as you slap your hand down on the mat, wiggling my butt on your back to really annoy you and make you feel my presence on top of you* "Little slut?" I ask, scolding before bouncing my butt on your back again "That's no way to speak to your Princess". I brush my hand through my hair casually with a grin. I feel you starting to push up, a display of your strength as you bring yourself to your hands and knees with me sat on your back, I squeal out slightly as you begin to rise to this position, my eyes wide before my face turns to excitement, then a sinister glare. "Ooooh! I understand cowtits!" I giggle as I move my left hand forward and take a tuft of your hair and yank back, pulling at your head and neck without a care. "I've always wanted to have a Royal Steed!" I giggle again as my right hand reaches up behind me and SPLAT, my palm crashing down onto your jiggly ass cheek with a humiliating echo through the arena as I start to squeeze my thighs against your sides. Sat on top of you as you push to your hands and knees, a tight grip in your hair like reigns, my palm crashing into your butt cheek a second time as I press my little thighs tighter around your torso, I am snarling, chuckling, "Giddy up, pony!"

Lady_Darcy: As I start to push myself up you start to taunt me... "Little slut?... That's no way to speak to your Princess"... I snarl angrily as I feel you wriggling around on my back and clearly up to no good, but I am up to my hands and knees... ARRRGH!!... you grab my long brunette hair and start wrenching on it, painfully pulling my head back... "Ooooh! I understand cowtits!... I've always wanted to have a Royal Steed!" you crowd and then... ARGGH!!... you slap my thick, curvy, ass cheek... ARGGH!!... you do it again, you're making out that you're riding me liking a bucking bronco... and the crowd are liking it!!... whooping and laughing... I'm furious from the humiliation, but also in pain from the hair pull... "ARRRGH!... I'M... GONNA... ARRGH!!... KILL YOU... SLUT!!..." I scream between howls of pain... I shove hard with my hands, my biceps flexing, forcing my body upright from my hands and knees up onto my knees, pulling my left leg up under me to plant my foot I push hard with my thick leg to get up to my feet... a mixture of pain, anger, and adrenaline giving me the power to get up... I don't know if you'll fall off or cling on... but my snarling, angry face, shows I mean to give you a lot of pain when I get to my feet...

The_Bratty_Princess: I can't help but giggle maniacally as I sit on top of you, slapping your butt, unable to control myself as I give your hair another harsh tug. Wiggling on top of you and taunting. "Giddy up giddy up!". My eyes suddenly widen with a gasp as you push up with a sudden swiftness and strength, bucking, trying to throw me off of you. As you lean back bringing yourself to your knees, my hand slips down, letting go of your hair and wraps around your chest as my right-hand swings up and wraps around your throat. I squeeze both my arms around you with all my might, desperately trying to keep you down, clinging onto your back as I squeeze, tightly. Your strength and determination powering through as you stand up, with me hanging on, dangling from your back, my body clutched tightly against yours as I try to tighten my grip, my arms around your chest and throat, trying to exhaust you, to weaken you somehow, squeezing for dear life clinging to your back*

Lady_Darcy: I can sense the change in your demeanour as I start to get up, from gloating exuberance to shock and disbelief, your arms and hands rapidly let go of my hair and grab around my throat and chest to hang on to my back. But crucially you don't get your legs locked around my thick waist, but instead you hang desperately on my back, trying to squeeze on my throat. Still driven by a mixture of anger and adrenaline I let out a scream... ARRRGH!!!... and rapidly fold my thick body forward and downward, dropping down onto my knees again aiming to flip you up over my head as I duck down and throw you over me down onto the canvas on your back...

The_Bratty_Princess: I squeeze tighter and tighter as I dangle on your back. My little arms trying to put as much pressure as I can on your throat, to take your breath, to soften and weaken my larger opponent. I grin gleefully for a moment, thinking I'm succeeding as you begin to drop down again, crashing down to your knees in a swift motion as your hand clutches my head as your body folds forward as you drop, I squeal out as it all unfolds in a blindingly split second I go from squeezing your throat to having my body hurled through the air end over end, flipping forward and over you with rapid momentum as my back comes CRASHING down onto the canvas, nearly bouncing off it as I screech out as I slam down after the thunderous thrust*

Lady_Darcy: I rapidly rock forward, my hands around your head, and you flip up over my head and shoulders, crashing down onto the canvas on your back. Down on my knees I lift my head up and see you down on your back on the canvas... I grin wickedly and lean forward, grabbing hold of your blonde hair to pull your head up off the canvas... "Now it's my turn sweetie!..." I gloat and wrap my arm around your throat...

As I start to squeeze hard I again gloat "You know cutie, you use your brain so little... it really won't matter if I tear your head off, will it??... (laughs wickedly)..."

The_Bratty_Princess: I groan as I hit the canvas, my back arches from the impact and I clutch at it but have no time to react before you're on me, grabbing my golden locks, I squeal as you yank on my hair, tugging at my scalp bringing me to a seated position with my back to you. As you gloat, taunting, my face flushing as I reach back, trying to grab at you but missing in a desperate flail as your squishy arm wraps around my body, taunting up my chest as you tighten it, inching closer and closer to my throat before securing the hold, squeezing hard, my eyes widening nervously as your powerful arm wraps around and presses against my throat, squeezing, as you brace yourself on your knee behind me for leverage. My arms outstretched, chest heaving as I pant, I take my right arm and bend it, thrusting it backwards trying to connect with an elbow to your chest as I grunt* "Get off me bovine bitchtits!"

Lady_Darcy: As I squeeze hard around your throat, laughing, gloating, that I now have you trapped in the hold that a few moments ago you had me trapped in you show a fighting spirit, jabbing your right elbow back into my chest, clearly aiming at my big right tit... "Get off me bovine bitchtits!" you grunt out... I admit I admire your spirit; you know that what you're doing, and what you're saying, will just make me angrier, will just make me meaner, and that I will hurt you more because of it, but you're standing up to me, refusing to be bullied... "CUT THAT OUT BITCH!!..." I snarl angrily as again your elbow digs hard into my right tit...

The_Bratty_Princess: I grunt, feeling you squeeze, but my elbow connects, and I feel your grip loosen ever so slightly, hearing my words get into your head. "What's wrong cupcake" I taunt through a laboured breath as I aim another sharp elbow at your tit. Then another. And a third. Feeling the tight grip loosening from the blows, but still holding strong, I start pushing with my feet planted, trying to push myself up as I swing another elbow trying to strike your chest again as I try to push my feet up, "Oh your poor udders! How will your calf's feed?" Hoping I can break the hold or get in your head enough for you to break it yourself as I continue trying to lift to my feet with a grunt.

Lady_Darcy: My demand for you to cut out your elbowing of my tit only makes you try harder... Arrgh!!... I squeal as your elbow thrusts back into my tit... "What's wrong cupcake"... you taunt... I growl angrily and then... Arrgh!!... another elbow in my tit... "Oh your poor udders! How will your calf's feed?"... Arrgh!!... yet another elbow in the tit... I've had enough of your elbows and your taunts... I let go of the grip around your throat, grab your hair with my left hand and wrench your head around... hurling my right fist straight at your face... it may be an illegal move, but I've had enough of your taunts... "Take that you smart mouthed little bitch!!" I angrily squeal at you...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel you wearing down, or so I think, despite being in your grasp, I give a little grin as my final elbow and taunt do the trick. You let go, I let out a little gasp, trying to take in a quick breath and get to my feet, but I can't as your hand quickly tugs and yanks at my hair, twirling me in my spot. I squeal out as I reach for your arm, leaving my face exposed as your fist comes flying across with a thunderous CRASH against my cheek. The blow snaps my head to the side, leaving me dazed as my body flops over, unable to brace myself as my shoulder slams into the mat "UGHGH" I grunt falling onto my back, clutching at my cheek.

Lady_Darcy: My fist smashes into your face, sending your head violently snapping to the side, your blonde hair flailing outwards, and you collapse face down onto the canvas with a grunt... "UGHGH"... The referee grabs hold of my shoulder, "HEY!..." they yell at me... I look up at them snarling and shove their hand off my shoulder... "The little bitch was asking for it!..." I growl at the referee... then I get to my feet, a little unsteadily but with determination... I push the referee aside and step over to you, reaching down and grabbing hold of your hair with both hands I brutally wrench you up to your feet... I let go of your hair and drop down, sending one arm between your legs, my hand cupping your cute little ass... the other arm going up around your neck...

The_Bratty_Princess: With the referee scolding you, I try to recoup, try to recover, but you just shove him aware and return your attention to me before I can finish getting up. Unfortunately for me, you decide to "help" me to my feet with a vicious tug on my hair, yanking at my scalp I'm on my feet against my will, my legs a little wobbly beneath me. I try to throw an elbow, but miss as you drop down, cupping an arm between my legs before taking the other around my neck, feeling you squeezing me as I gasp, I squirm against you, trapped in your grasp.

Lady_Darcy: I viciously haul you up by your hair, angrily snarling as I do, in a quick motion I drop down and send my arm between your thighs, cupping your ass, my other arm going up around your neck... you try to elbow me in the side of my head but it doesn't stop me, instead I grip you tightly onto my big chest and haul you up into the air, your legs kicking wildly, your body squirming as you realize what is coming next... I hold you up in the air for a moment, your body squashed against my chest, showing off your ass to the crowd and demonstrating my power and then... I viciously hurl you down onto the canvas on your back with a body slam... the crowd gasps at the level of venom with which I hurl you down... but I ignore their concerns... "You shouldn't have made me angry bitch!..." I snarl at you as I move in and again reach down and grab your hair ready to pull you up for another body slam... "I'm gonna hurt you bad... and I mean... really... bad!..." ...

The_Bratty_Princess: I flail and wiggle, squirming wildly as I suddenly find myself suspended in the air, pressed up against your body as you hold me, perpendicular to the mat, taunting, displaying your strength as you parade me around in you grasp before SLAMMING me down brutally onto the canvas. The thunk echoing alongside the gasps of the crowd as I'm thrust down like a ragdoll, I screech out in pain from the impact, shaking the mat from the force. Your anger, your hatred, your vitriol on full display with your show of strength. I gasp a few laboured breaths, lying on my back, heaving, my stomach rising and falling rapidly when suddenly, your shadow is cast over me again, straddling over your prey, my eyes wide, glaring up at you as you taunt, I gulp, seeing you reach down for my hair again. I can't keep this up, I have to bring you down. As you stand over me, your legs on either side of my body, when you bend down, in desperation, I shoot my leg up as fast and as hard as I can, thrusting my foot up between your legs trying to slam a harsh kick into your crotch before you can grab my hair again, taunting, if I do as I take a deep breath, "You're not the only one who can fight dirty, milkshake"

Lady_Darcy: I snort and snarl as I reach down to grab your hair, ready to wrench you up for another body slam... I gloat that I am going to hurt you... "really... bad!..." making it clear that I am going to slam you and slam you until you aren't able to continue the match... then... as I reach down... your leg lashes up, your foot ramming between my legs... URFFFFFF!!!... I let out a huge grunt of air, my cheeks puffing out as I double over, my head falling down, my arms dropping down from reaching out for your hair as my hands clasp my crotch in pain... "You bitch!!..." I squeal as I stand over you doubled up in pain...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel my kick connect brutally against your crotch. Your gasps bringing a gleeful smirk to my face as you double over. The ref scowling and shouting at me as I lie there, offering up an innocent shrug on the mat before returning my attention to you. "What's wrong pussycat?" I smirk as I slide my legs out from underneath you, rolling gently on my back allowing me to lift my legs up, approaching your face, doubled over as you squeal out. Still on my back, my legs shoot up as I try to wrap my thighs around your face, if I can, squeezing tightly against your cheeks as I lock my ankles behind your head, giggling. "Oh, my marshmallow! Your cheeks are SOOOOOO squishy!" Taunting relentlessly as I tighten my thighs in a vice-like grip over your face.

Lady_Darcy: You may be scrawny and annoying, and when it comes to power, I can squash you like a bug, but you're surprisingly resilient and have tremendous gymnastic skills. After hammering your foot into my pussy, making me double over, you whip your lithe legs up into the air and wrap them around my head before I can react. "Whoa!..." I squeal as you drag me down onto my hands and knees. And then you start to pay me back, squeezing, and squeezing hard, with your thighs... "Oh my marshmallow! Your cheeks are SOOOOOO squishy!" you gleefully taunt... ARRRRGHH!!!... I scream, your thighs may be a lot slimmer than mine, but you know how to use them to inflict pain... The referee drops down to their knees... "You wanna give Darcy?" they ask... "NOOOO!!..." I squeal and then, as you squeeze again... "ARRRRGHH!!..." I scream...

The_Bratty_Princess: I giggle as you drop down to your knees, keeping my thighs tight around your cheeks and your body arched. My hands on the mat behind me for leverage now. Watching with glee as you struggle between my thighs. Hearing you squeal as you refuse to submit, I just smirk. "Come on piggy!" I taunt as I start thrust my legs as I squeeze pushing them out then bending them back in. Out and in, out and in, rocking and arching your body back and forth as I do so, "Come on piggy!" I taunt again with another thrush of my legs and a squeeze. "Oink for me and this can all be over!"

Lady_Darcy: "ARRRGHH!!..." I scream as you now start to pump your thighs, squeezing me head even harder, and enjoying my predicament... "Come on piggy!" you taunt, "Come on piggy!... Oink for me and this can all be over!" you gloat... "ARRGGHH!!..." I scream again, but now a mix of pain and... anger... "SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU LITTLE BITCH!!..." I furiously yell out, and using my anger to pump me up I reach out with both hands and grab big handfuls of your blonde hair... with your hands on the canvas behind you I can't reach your wrists, and you can't defend yourself... I take a deep breath and wrench your head forward at the same time as bringing left leg up and planting my left foot on the canvas under me... I let out a... ROAAARRR... and push up with my leg, quickly getting my right leg up and under me to help. My thick, chubby, legs suddenly tighten up showing the muscle in my powerful legs as I lift you up off the canvas, my whole thick body, flexing and tensing up as I use my power to pick you up off the canvas... and then... when I have stood up and picked you up into the air... I kick my legs out from under me, splitting them into a V shape as I fall down onto my fat ass to POWERBOMB you down onto the canvas...

The_Bratty_Princess: The crowd absolutely aghast as I toy with you, taunting, and squeezing. Their gasps audible as I hold you in my grasp. Smirking and sneering, feeling on top of the world, putting this old sodden cow in her place where she belongs. I give another little jolting thrust, toying with your body again, not ready or expecting as I pull my legs in closer for you to reach out. I let out a yelping shriek as you grab my hair and begin pulling, harshly, tugging at my scalp, keeping the distance between locked in close, your grip on my hair stopping me from shooting my legs back out, but I squeeze my thighs tighter, trying to weaken you to soften you and get you to let go as you begin to firmly plant your feet and legs, bracing yourself in position to truly display the strength and power you still have in you. I think I have you when you let out that echoing "ROAR" only to find myself suddenly being lifting, slowly from the canvas as you make your way to your feet. My eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you pull and push, my thighs working against me now keeping me clutched to you as you hold me, and before I know it, I'm fully suspended in the air, upright as you stand there. Before I can even comprehend what's happened, my body is already flailing and falling as you drop down onto your ass, SLAMMING me down onto my back with a loud crashing THUMP. The entire ring vibrates from the brutal impact as you powerbomb me down onto my back. I let out a howling screech from the brutal impact, my body arching in pain from the blow.

Lady_Darcy: We come crashing down to the canvas from the powerbomb with an enormous THUD!, the crowd lets out a huge GASP!... The consequence of the impact is highly asymmetric... I landed on my thick, curvy, fleshy, ass and you landed... brutally... on your back... you arch and squirm in pain. I snort and puff, gasping for air... my face one of anger and determination, I'm going to make you pay dearly for those "piggy" taunts... I roll to my side and up to my feet, I step over to you and yet again reach down and grab your hair to haul you up... after the powerbomb I don't think I have to worry too much about you kicking me again... I pull you up and again drop down, sending am arm between your thighs, but this time I aim to lift you up onto my shoulders... ready for a Samoan drop...

The_Bratty_Princess: I writhe on the mat, gasping and clutching at my back, little jolts as I try to catch my breath, to recover, my eyes roll back as I grit my teeth in the anguish unable to recoup in time before you're up and over my. I open my eyes feeling your shadow and they widen, bulging as I look up from the canvas, seeing you standing over me with that fierce determination, that anger, that hatred. Your gaze piercing right through as it sends a shiver down my bruised spine just as you take my hair and yank, no longer even placating at being gentle as you forcefully drag me to my feet like a ragdoll by the hair. I grunt out, groaning "UGHGH" as the swift motion reminds my back of the powerbomb mere moments again, sending a new wave of pain through it as you bend down and with expert swiftness and precision of a veteran, I'm hoisted up over your shoulders, squealing as you hold me there as if I weigh nothing, holding me draped over your shoulders. I try to wiggle, to squirm in your grasp trying to jolt free from your back, my little weakly jabbing at your side as I growl.

Lady_Darcy: Your "piggy" taunts really fired me up, I really am going to pound the stuffing out of you for that, but I have respect for you... I am nearly twice your weight, but you have stood up to me, I've given you some brutal moves, but you haven't quit, and now, as I am setting up to smash you down again... you're still gutsily fighting, struggling, squirming, jabbing at me, trying to fight back... it's pathetically ineffective... I am going to send you down in the SAMOAN DROP... but it is something you can be proud of... when they carry you out of the ring!... I snort and lean backwards, throwing you off my shoulders to send you up into the air... and then down onto the canvas... "Happy landings sweetie!..." I gloat...

The_Bratty_Princess: I continue squirming and jabbing, as you seemingly parade me around the ring taunting with me draped over your shoulders, squealing and yelping to no avail as I pound away at your side. "PUT. ME. DOWN." I shout out demanding, draped over you, my body bent, reiterating the aches in my back from the powerbomb, I grunt out again, switching from jabs to trying to push myself off of. But I'm interrupted as you seemingly oblige my demand to be put as I find my body being flung up into the air as you lean back and toss me from your shoulders. My eyes widen as I hear the crowd CHEERING as I flop off your shoulders, my body spinning in a half circle perpendicular to the mat before my back crashes back down onto the canvas with a little bounce before hitting the mat again "UGHGHGHGH" I groan out with my chest heaving as you gloat over me.

Lady_Darcy: Despite your wriggling and protesting I have no hesitation in dropping you down in the Samoan drop. You hit the canvas hard, arching up and bouncing as you hit, letting out a huge grunt. You lay on the canvas, your chest heaving up and down, grimacing, clutching your back. I stand over you and grin wickedly, "Ain't done yet sweetie, you been asking for a lot more than this!..." I gloat at you as I again reach down and grab your blonde hair to haul you up onto your wobbly, jello-like, legs... next in my plan is a Fisherman's suplex, I wrap my arm around your neck and hook your leg...

The_Bratty_Princess: As I writhe on the mat, rolling between my side and my back with heaving breaths, you refuse to relent. Not a moment's respite for the Princess in your primal rage to punish as you taunt, wasting no time before yanking at my hair to force me to my feet, not caring whether or not I can even stand. My legs shake, wobbling beneath me with you release my hair, they want to collapse, but the bovine brute won't allow that, as you wrap your arm around my neck while taking one leg, bending it up against your side your grasp, prepping for another brutal slam as I struggle, bouncing one one leg as you take hold of me, my left arm draped over your shoulder and down your back, trying to balance myself. Panting and in desperation, hopping on my one leg, I jump up, thrusting both my legs forward at your sides and wrapping them around your torso as my left arm draped over your shoulder swiftly bends backwards and my elbow tries to hook around your neck, trying to secure a sleeper/headlock as I squeeze and press your face against my ribs with my arm and your torso with my thighs. Putting all my might as I now find myself suspended, held up as you stand there, flexing my arm around your neck and head and tightening my thighs around your waist. I squeeze and pull as you hold me there in the air hoping to weaken and wear you down as I taunt "Nap time Miss Piggie!"

Lady_Darcy: The crowd are popping as I pick you up for the Fisherman suplex, chants of "Darcy's gonna kill ya!" start ringing out. I haul your sweaty, limp, body up onto my big chest, your legs are wobbling, and you look like you have taken a beating. It's been a long, hard, fight and I too am showing the effects of the match, my body glistens with the sweat, my costume is soaked, my hair messed up, throwing my thick, curvy, 170lbs body around the ring for so long has taken its toll! At my age and weight my conditioning is always suspect, but the end is near, and I am on the verge of putting you away! I've got you up, I'm ready and... "What???..." I gasp as your demeanour rapidly changes, moving quickly, athletically, gymnastically, you wrap your legs around my thick waist, your arms around my head and neck and... you start to squeeze hard! The crowd gasps! "She was playing possum!", "She's got Darcy locked in!!", "Oh my god, Darcy's going down!!" My arms wave wildly at my side as you hang on, my face starts to go red as you choke off my blood supply, now it's my thick, chubby, legs that start to wobble like jello as I stumble around... "No... no..." I gasp... and then my legs start to buckle, I am going down!...

The_Bratty_Princess: The audible gasps of the crowd echoing through the small arena as I latch on, desperately for dear life as this brute has slammed and smacked me around enough! Squeezing my arms and this against you neck and torso, panting as I hold onto you for dear life. My chest heaves, wrenching my arm against your neck as you stumble, my body shaking as you wobbly, I series out loud and angry grunts and groans "AHHH!" as I given another wrench with my arm, my right arm, making a little fist and hitting the center of your back trying to "encourage" you down as you drop to one knee, I squeeze with all my little might thinking I've finally got you, letting out a chirping giggle* "What's wrong cowtits? So hungry you can't even stand anymore? Don't worry, there'll be plenty of food for you at the hospital piggy!" I look out at the crowd as I hold onto you, you on one knee. I hold my right hand up high, pumping my fist up as I smirk and jeer at the crowd, taunting as I squeeze, "Oink and it'll all be over!" I offer again with a mocking giggle reminding you of my earlier proposition.

Lady_Darcy: The match has swung dramatically and the crowd gasps in disbelief. I was hauling you up to put you away with a brutal suplex when you suddenly latched on to me, getting your arm around my neck and cutting off the blood supply with your sleeperhold, your legs wrapped around my thick waist to hold you up on my body. I start to wave my arms desperately and stumble around, but my big, powerful, body now starts to wilt, and I drop down onto one knee. The crowd start yelling for me to fight my way out of it, but you want none of that, smacking your right fist into my back, my flesh rippling as you pound on it, your thighs tensed as you squeeze on my thick, curvy, waist. You start taunting me... "What's wrong cowtits? So hungry you can't even stand anymore? Don't worry, there'll be plenty of food for you at the hospital piggy!"... the referee drops down onto one knee to look me over, trying to see if I am out or not... You are now exuberant with your gloating... "Oink and it'll all be over!" you crow at me... The crowd suddenly quieten as I start to wobble... the referee gets ready to call the match... As the referee raises their arm to call the match, I suddenly let out a... ROARRR... and push myself up on my feet and launch myself forward, jumping only a little into the air, but crashing down onto the canvas in a dive, smacking you down onto the canvas back first under me in an attempt to break your hold...

The_Bratty_Princess: I feel you wavering, stumbling and I grin more, wrenching my arm and squeezing my thighs, a wide grin across my face as the crowd tries to cheer you on, I smirk, just shaking my head at them feeling you getting weaker and weaker, my victory all but a guarantee at this point as you wobble, feeling you go almost limp. "Nighty, nighty, marshmallow!" I giggle with another squeeze, my eyes wide with excitement as the referee examines you. I grin wildly ecstatic, grasping on tighter than ever in all of my princess might before a sudden thunderous roar silences the crowd and echoes through the arena just as the referee was about to declare my victory, I'm lifted up as you push off your knee and dive forward. Helpless to defend or brace myself, holding onto your neck and stomach, my body crashes down to the canvas below and the ring shakes from the impact of my back SLAMMING into the mat beneath all 170 lbs of you, pressing me into the canvas with the dive. THUD, I shout out, as my back hits the mat, causing me to release my grip, my arm letting go as they flail back and crash into the mat themselves, my eyes wide in anguish as my thighs are forced to release their vice, falling down to the mat below. I grunt, letting out a screeching howl, wincing as I feel the slam echo through my entire body leaving me splayed out on the canvas.

Lady_Darcy: We crash down onto the canvas with a loud THUD! I am almost out but my desperate move has worked, the impact breaks the grip of your arm on my neck and of your thighs around my waist, forcing you to release me. Your arms and legs flail outwards as you land on your back and I roll away to your right, rolling over and ending up face, tits and belly down, ass up, on the canvas. The referee drops down to check on us both. I am barely moving, The effect of almost being put to sleep plus the exertion of this long match on a woman of my age and weight has left me totally wasted. The referee looks over at you and then starts the double count out... 1... 2... 3... 4... which one of us will get up first...

The_Bratty_Princess: The impact of another brutal slam, another display of your strength, startling for your age, has left its impact on me, bouncing off the canvas. Having been smashed and slammed several times, my body has become a house of tingling discomfort and pain, with this latest crash onto the mat fully emphasizing the toll of the match as you crash down on top of me, all 170lbs of you crushing me down into the mat as you roll off, and I roll over, lied out, face down. My body twitches, my shoulders shake. My eyes rolled back. At "4" I shake my head, coming to a bit. My head dizzy. I have no idea where you are at the moment. But I can make out the ropes not far ahead as "5" I claw at the mat with a grunt, trying to crawl forward, my body scratching along the canvas "6" as I slowly make my way towards the ropes, heaving pants and deep breaths. The crowd aghast at the brutal fight before them. "7" as I reach the ropes, grabbing at them desperately, first the bottom rope, tugging and pulling at it.

Lady_Darcy: I lay face down on the canvas, the sweat running off my body, gasping for air, barely registering where I am. I can hear counting, but I am not sure a count is being made... I do know that I am down on the canvas, so whatever the situation I should try and get up... I plant my hands down on the canvas and start trying to push myself up, I struggle, I never realized before how much I weigh... I get to my hands and knees... 5... 6... I can hear the referee's counting more clearly now that I am up off the canvas... I pull my right leg up and plant my foot on the canvas... 7... 8... I push hard and... "Whhoaaa..." I get to my feet on 9... but I can't balance, I start stumbling, swaying, wobbling on my legs, my head lolling from side to side, my arms outstretched to try and balance, my eyes glassy and vacant... The referee looks at me carefully... "You okay?... What's your name?..." I give the referee a blank stare... "Err... I'm not sure... Do you know my name?..." The referee nods "Yes". I give them another bemused stare, "So, if you already know, why are you asking me??!!..." The referee shakes their head and calls "Fight on!"... I would, if I knew where you were, I stumble around in a circle looking for you...

The_Bratty_Princess: I tug at the ropes, first the bottom rope, clutching as I reach up for the middle rope, pulling with all my remaining strength "8" I take deep breaths, to my knees, my chest heaving as I press on, grabbing the top rope as I bring myself from my knees to one knee. "9" I pull myself up and fall back against the ropes, leaning against them as I see the ref talking to you, before you mock her and she declares "FIGHT ON" My back against the ropes, heaving. The crowd almost silenced now, the ring vibrated as you stomp around it. With another deep breath, panting, I smirk. "HEY COWTITS!" I taunt from the ropes, "OVER HERE!", letting out a mocking giggle as my body shakes slightly, jittery, sore, and pained, my head still a little dizzy as my eyes widen looking towards you, I lean back against the ropes and push off, beginning to run towards you in the centre of the ring, a little shaky, chest heaving as I approach.

Lady_Darcy: As I turn around slowly looking for you, I hear your taunt... "HEY COWTITS!"... and I start to turn towards the sound... "OVER HERE!" you cry and I now can see you, you've bounced off the ropes and are running towards me... a clothesline, a shoulder block, I'm not sure, and to be honest it's not clear that you do either, you don't look that much more conscious than I feel... and you're shaking on your legs as you run... I look at you for a moment and then instinctively duck down and run forward and to your right side to dodge your charge... reaching out with my right arm I grab you around the waist as you pass me and spin around behind you, bringing my left arm around your waist, catching hold of you, clasping you around the waist and squeezing your back against my thick body... I gasp for air, panting, and then using my remaining strength go to heave you up and over me for a belly to back suplex...

The_Bratty_Princess: I race towards you...well race is a bit of an overstatement. Not really sure what my intentions are as I get closer, knowing only that I have to bring you down. To get you onto the mat, knowing that trying to go toe-toe with you any further won't end well. I get closer as you turn around and I begin to raise my arm up, preparing for a diving clothesline. Just as I'm about to leap forward, you duck down, my head tilts, it throws me off kilter and I fail to make my leap, pressing forward only to feel you side step as you expertly wrap your arm around my waist in one simultaneous motion as you step around behind me. The power still left in your arm enough to halt my charge and stop my momentum as you pull me back into you, pressing my back against your body as you squeeze, grasping into my stomach, squishing it in your powerful grip. My eyes widen and I shake my head, chest heaving, about to call out, but instead of a taunt, all that escapes my lips as a terrified squeal as I'm suddenly hurled backwards over your body like a ragdoll in a belly-to-back suplex, throwing me overhead, my body crashes down into the canvas with a vicious THUD as the back of my head and upper back slam down into the mat, I howl out, my body twitching and jerking on the mat from the brutal slam as I lie, splayed out.

Lady_Darcy: Using all my remaining strength I lift you up and over me, and I fall down onto the canvas on my back with a thump. But the sound is drowned out the THUD of your head and shoulders crashing down onto the canvas, followed by a howl of pain. I roll over onto my belly and look in your direction and see you laying on your back, your petite body twitching and jerking, you head rolling gently from side to side. I take a deep breath and get up onto my hands and knees and crawl the short distance to where you lay... dropping my thick, heavy, body on top of you, chest to chest, using my arms to press your shoulders down... "COUNT!!..." I squeal at the referee...

The_Bratty_Princess: I'm lying there on the mat, barely conscious after my head bounced off it like a basketball, drooping back down, my eyes roll back, my chest heaving, and I let out another involuntary twitch, which is stifled as you drop your body on top of mine. I groan out as I feel all of your weight pressing down against my body, pressing me against the canvas. Soft murmurs escaping my lips as your hands grip my shoulders and press down. My body jerks again, to no avail as the ref's hand slaps down and the crowd roars "ONE" I gasp, panting, heaving, struggling beneath your weight, my body nearly convulsing beneath you as the ref's hand slaps down and the crowd cheers, "TWO". My laboured breathing quickening beneath you as you press down more and more, I squirm, jerk and struggle, trying desperately to get a shoulder up as the ref lifts her arm and begins to swing it back down to the mat...

Lady_Darcy: As I press down on you, you start to squirm and wriggle... "Stay still!!.." I angrily hiss at you... "ONE" the referee calls, but you keep struggling... "Look bitch, stay down!!..." I snarl under my breath... "TWO" the referee calls... her hand goes up again and I sense victory, but... nothing... "What?..." I gasp in surprise at the referee... "Shoulders weren't down... two only..." she replies... "WHAT???... THAT WAS THREE!!..." I yell at the referee as I roll off of you...

... The referee shakes their head... my head drops for a moment, and I sigh angrily, then I grab your hair to pull your head up off the canvas and punch you on the jaw...

... and then force you back down onto the canvas... "Let's try again!" I squeal at the referee, again covering your body...

The_Bratty_Princess: Despite your weight and anger pressing me down, by the thread of a needle, my shoulder lifts from the mat before the ref's hand comes down for three. I gasp out, taking the moment to try and regain my breath, and whatever remaining consciousness I have when you roll off me and argue with the ref. I manage to turn myself onto my stomach as you're distracted. Heaving with loud breaths as I push my hands onto the mat, weakly, trying to bring myself to my hands and knees. Before I can right myself, you've returned your attention to me as I feel my head being jerked back as you swiftly take my hair and yank. My eyes widen as I see the hatred in your eyes, a red rage glowing through them before your fist crashes into my cheek/jaw and my body nearly springboards to the side from the blow as I cry out crashing down into a heap onto the mat, face first. Utterly helpless as you easily flip my body onto its back and press down once more. Her arm slaps down. "ONE" My lips dribbling with drool spilling from my lips as I twitch against your body pushing down onto me. I can't explain it, as I lie there helpless, but somehow you feel even HEAVIER this time. "TWO" I grunt, growl, but can't move, your weight exhausting what little breath I had left as your body presses more and more firmly against mine, ensuring I cannot move or escape, my eyes dimming, a darkness swelling and circling in my dazed, dizzying confusion as it consumes me and a final THUMP on the mat. "THREE"

Lady_Darcy: I am amazed the referee let me get away with the blatant closed fist punch, maybe she thought that I was entitled to some payback after the number of times you called me "cowtits", but it worked a treat, you couldn't dodge it and it really knocked what little sense you had left, out of you... You went down again, and I flopped on top of you, as the referee dropped down and counted... "ONE"... I took no chances, getting my feet up on the ropes for extra leverage.... you've certainly been a feisty little bitch, but you aren't squirming nearly as much this time... The referee counts... "TWO"... and their hand goes up for the last time, but they pause for a moment, hesitating... "COME ON!..." I yell at the referee... and their hand slaps down on the canvas... "THREE!!"... the referee turns and calls for the bell... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... as they turn their back to me, I quickly move my legs off the ropes and pull up into a kneeling position above you... "I hope you learned your lesson you stupid little bitch!..." I snarl at you, and then I loose a slap at your face...

The_Bratty_Princess: The bell rings, echoing the ringing in my head from the brutal punch that knocked me back down for the final count. I lie there on my back in a daze, helpless as you kneel over me. My vision blurred, as I barely make out your arm swinging, open palm smashing against my cheek in one final humiliating blow, slapping me senseless beneath you. My face snaps to the side and I groan out. Unable to respond. My body gives another little twitch, mumbling and moaning as every ounce of my being hurts from the gruelling match. I remain still, a heaving breath as my chest rises and falls slowly, laboured. Your large shadow cast over me in your victory. Defeated.

Lady_Darcy: Having seen my slap the referee rapidly intervenes, grabbing hold of the arm that I used to slap you... "That's enough!..." the referee hisses and yanks on my arm to pull me up to my feet... "THE WINNER!..." the referee calls out holding up my arm... the angry, furious, look that was on my face turns to one of gloating, victorious, happiness as I hear the cheers from the crowd. I pull my arm out of the referee's grip, but keep it raised in a victory salute as I make my way towards the ropes...

... I turn and look around at you as the referee is kneeling down to check on you... I flash you a gloating grin of victory...

Published: 2023-07-15, viewed 83 times.