STARDOM

The picture opens in the Stardom arena in Sendai, Japan, an enthusiastic crowd awaits the start of the show. The PA system bursts into life babbling in Japanese and subtitles start to appear across the bottom of the screen translating into England. "Welcome to STARDOM WORLD!!... Coming live from Sendai, Japan." The crowd in the arena cheer eagerly. "And now please give an honourable welcome to your match announcer and interviewer... YURIE KOZAKAI!!..." The crowd erupts into cheers as Yurie Kozakai makes her way to the ring with a microphone.

Yurie Kozakai: In the ring I give a courteous bow to the crowd and then burst into my introduction in Japanese, to a roar of cheers from the crowd. Again, the translation subtitles roll. "HI... STARDOM WORLD!!... and welcome to tonight's main event... featuring none other than the STARDOM WORLD UNDISPUTED WOMENS WORLD CHAMPION... LADY DARCY!!..." The crowd roars their approval. "Lady Darcy will be in a... non-title match... against a NEWCOMER to Stardom and to Japan..." The crowd murmurs and is unsure how to react. I pause for a moment to let the crowd think about this and then continue... "This newcomer has been making waves across the other side of the Pacific in the United States... and now she wants to make waves here in Japan!..." The crowd starts to talk more loudly to each other, wondering who the newcomer is and what sort of waves she plans to make. I again pause and then continue... "I know that Stardom will welcome, from the United States of America... SLOANE JACOBS!!..." The crowd lets out a polite pop, unsure what to make of the newcomer. I let the pop die down and then continues politely. "First though, here is the STARDOM UNDISPUTED WOMENS WORLD CHAMPION... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY..." I turn and gesture to the screen above the entrance from backstage which bursts into life with a pre-recorded short interview with Lady Darcy.

Lady_Darcy: Backstage in my dressing room I look down my nose at the camera, pouting my red lips, dressed in my black wrestling bikini showing off my curvy body, a faux fur across my shoulders, then in my posh English voice I say... "HI... STARDOM WORLD" The crowd in the arena pops loudly at my one word of Japanese, "Hi", before I switch into English. "As always Stardom World, I am proud to be here tonight fighting in front of the Stardom World fandom... although this is not a title match you know that I always fight as a champion... that I fight for the honour of my position as... undisputed... champion..." Again, the crowd in the arena pops loudly, knowing full well that what I really mean is that I will fight brutally and ruthlessly, dirty if I have to, in order to ensure that I get the win, and they love me for that. "This... (there is a sneer in my voice now)... Sloane... Jacobs... thinks she can come here to Stardom and make some waves... well Sloane,... dahling... Santana Garrett and Cora Jade came to Stardom thinking they could make waves... (I snort with laughter)... and they got blown away by the... TSUNAMI... of Lady Darcy... (I smile confidently, arrogantly)... Welcome to Japan Sloane Jacobs... don't take this beating personally!!..."

The picture cuts out from the screen above the entrance to backstage and streamers suddenly explode above the ring as Lady Darcy makes her entrance from backstage

Lady_Darcy: I swagger down the aisle from backstage to the ring, swaying my curvy body, acknowledging the cheering of the crowd, smiling, and waving to them. Up on the screen my name appears, LADY NICOLA DARCY, ENGLAND and my stats, Height: 1.63m (5'4"), Weight: 77kg (170lbs). As I approach the ring one of the junior women wrestlers, who surround the ring, steps forward and I hand her my faux fur before I climb the steps into the ring. As I duck through the ropes, I make sure that the crowd gets a good view of my impressive curvy ass. I look over at Yurie Kozakai and give her a confident grin, letting her know that I don't expect this fight to last long, before I make my way to the far corner and lean back against the corner ropes.

Yurie Kozakai: I watch Lady Darcy's entrance, noticing, but also ignoring, the confident grin, then I proceed professionally, politely. "And now please welcome... from the USA... SLOANE JACOBS!!..." I again turn to look at the screen above the entrance from backstage.

Sloane_Jacobs: I appear on the screen, looking calm and composed as the video starts. I've already been briefed on the switch in style from NXT to STARDOM and I'm ready to show how good I can be. "Hello STARDOM..." I say calmly but with a big smile on my face now. "First, let me say how much of an honour it is to visit this wonderful country and have the opportunity to wrestle in your ring for you tonight." I pause, making sure I get my words out. "And I am keen to show you how good an American can be. You've all had to put up with Lady Darcy for so long but I can tell you, she is not the model British girl that she could be. Rude, ungrateful and she puts winning above honour and respect."

Sloane_Jacobs: I tilt my head slightly and continue after another pause. "But Lady Darcy isn't the wrestler she thinks she is anymore. I know she thinks I'm just the next little bug that she can squash in the ring. I know she really thinks I'm just some silly little American girl." I smirk for a moment, just allowing a little bit of heel nature to sneak in. "But let's face it. The only reason she would be able to squash me like a bug is because she's gained a pound or five recently. That kind of thing happens when you get older." I step back away from the camera as planned to show off a bit more of my figure, just to give the crowd a little taster. "Now I'll show you what a true athlete can do and win with the purity of an angel." I say, referencing my old persona quickly.

Sloane_Jacobs: Then my music starts up and I step out through the curtain to a better pop than I got before my promo, which is a massive relief. I smile and hold my arms out wide, wearing my pretty pink wrestling attire.

Sloane_Jacobs: As I walk down to the ring, I give you a sly smile, noticing your facial expression, before climbing up into the ring. I wipe my feet before stepping through the ropes and flick my long hair to one side. I clamber up the turn buckle corners and wave out at the crowd, taking my time to enjoy the experience. My name and stats are displayed on the big screen behind me as I stand there, the camera catching a side view of me with my name behind: SLOANE JACOBS, USA with my stats underneath: 1.72m (5'8) and 66kg (147lbs). I drop down off the corner and turn to face you, all business, hands on my hips.

Lady_Darcy: I lean back in my corner as Sloane appears on the screen, droning on in that... irritating... American accent. What is she rambling on about I wonder, now paying some attention... "And I am keen to show you how good an American can be. You've all had to put up with Lady Darcy for so long but I can tell you, she is not the model British girl that she could be. Rude, ungrateful and she puts winning above honour and respect."... I smirk a grin at the crowd and start nodding, I do put... winning... above all else, and if I am rude to her, well that's her tough luck. I keep listening..."But let's face it. The only reason she would be able to squash me like a bug is because she's gained a pound or five recently." The smirk on my face disappears in an instant and is replaced by a snarl, I look around and see some in the crowd pointing at my curvy ass and unconsciously suck in my belly.

She drones on... "That kind of thing happens when you get older."... What? I think to myself... Older?,... Older!,... My nostrils start to flare as I rapidly snort deep, angry, breaths, my upper lip starts to quiver with anger, and I turn and glare at the aisleway from backstage with my hands on my hips. Noticing my reaction a group in the crowd starts to yell... "SLOANE!... SLOANE!... SLOANE!..." as you walk down the aisleway. I turn and glare angrily, menacingly, at this little group and then smile, a smile that says I will make you pay for this. I step out of my corner and walk halfway across the ring, ready to confront you in the ring, but instead you ignore me and climb the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd.

My face starts to redden with anger, but I am momentarily distracted by a sniggering sound off to my side. My head spins around to see a smile fast disappearing off the face of Yurie Kozakai, to be replaced by her deadpan, professional, look. I glare at her and she gulps, she knows that I don't like being shown up by my opponents, and she knows how I ruthlessly like to take out my annoyance on them. Yurie momentarily returns my glare and then flicks her eyes towards your corner. I turn my head and see you standing in front of me, your hands on your hips, towering above me, a full 4" taller than me, trim waisted, young and athletic, your pretty face beaming with confidence. Oh, how I am going to enjoy taking you apart I think to myself.

Lady_Darcy: As we stand facing each other I look you up and down and then gesture at myself. "Now Sloane, sweetie, you may think you are different to those other American girls, but sweetie I've got more class than any of you..." I laugh and shake my head. "No, I've got more class than all of you put together, and tonight I'm going to let these Stardom fans know it by giving your ass the worst whupping it has ever, or will ever, have!" I look over at Yurie, "Let's get on with this?..." She takes the hint and quickly moves away, signalling to the referee to come over to the middle of the ring. I turn back and face you, I lean forward and hold out my hand to shake in the traditional Japanese way at the start of a match, wondering if you'll accept my hand, ready if you don't... and ready if you do.

Sloane_Jacobs: I step forwards to meet both you and the referee in the middle of the ring. My heart is pounding and I have to do all the little things that keep me settled in this situation. I adjust the waistband of my sexy shorts, tuck my hair back behind my shoulders, keeping my eyes fixed on my opponent as I step forwards. I hide my slight nerves with a little smile on my face but I really need to beat you. Your attitude once the bell rings isn't always respectful and someone needs to teach you a lesson. You hold your hand out and it catches me off guard. A sign of respect. Maybe she is learning.. maybe I've misjudged Darcy a little harshly. I nod and smile, taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, nodding my head at you as I do so. Just settle down Sloane... I tell myself and listen to the referee...

Lady_Darcy: You approach me across the ring, looking a little pensive, nervously you adjust your shorts and tuck your hair behind your head. Maybe making time to think about whether to accept my handshake or not. I wait, my right hand still held out. You get to the middle of the ring and hold out your right hand, shaking mine, the referee yells "HI" and drops his hand signalling for the bell... DING.. DING... DING... I clasp your hand tightly not letting go of the handshake, and jerk you violently towards me, ramming my right knee up towards your belly... preparing my left arm to smash down a forearm smash into your back if the combination of my jerking your right arm and ramming you in the belly causes you to double over... I snarl and hiss "Dumb ass bimbo!..." at you as I attack...

Sloane_Jacobs: The bell rings and I go to step back, trying to create a little bit of distance for myself. But I'm stopped by the firm grip you have on my hand and my head snaps up, looking at you for a brief moment with wide eyes. You drag me in, yanking me forwards with a strong tug, and I stumble straight forward into your knee. My peachy pale butt jerks out when your big thick leg slams into my rib cage and I fold over it, bending right over. I puff my cheeks out, looking a bit stunned and feeling very betrayed. I stagger, stumbling into you, my back opening up nicely for you to strike...

Lady_Darcy: As you double over from my right knee to your belly I smash my left forearm down hard into your back... smirking as the impact knocks you down to your hands and knees... I take a moment to glance at the roaring crowd, sending them a confident, arrogant, grin... letting them know that I don't think you're going to last very long... I turn back to you, reach down and grab your long, flowing, hair with both hands and roughly jerk you up to your feet... grabbing your left arm with both hands and spreading my legs, using my power to fling you towards the ropes... running after you and jumping into the air as I see you hit the ropes... my thick, curvy, body flying through the air aiming a drop kick at your chest... yt

Sloane_Jacobs: "Raaahhh!" I yell out as your big powerful arm slams down onto my back like a sledgehammer! I wince, arching my back as I fall onto my knees. I then drop down onto my hands as well, wincing from the bruise that is definitely forming under my pink top. Then you get a double handful of my long hair and I whine out. "Get off!" I demand, pawing and slapping at your wrists while it pulls on my hair to force me up. "Aaahhh!!" I cry, only to get flung across the ring. I run, bouncing deep into the ropes and charge back towards you. I'm thinking quickly but you're already airborne when I run back. Your feet connect sweetly with my face and my legs flick out from underneath me. I land with a big thud on my back, the ring gently shaking, and gasp out in shock. I rub the bottom of my palm against my nose, grimacing. I stomp one boot and look up at you, feeling very intimidated suddenly!

Lady_Darcy: The crowd lets out an... Ooohh... as they see me jump into the drop kick and then a gasp as they see it connect, knocking your head and chest backwards and flipping your legs out from under you, sending you crashing down onto the canvas on your back... I hear you cry out in pain as your peachy, pale, body impacts ... I too fall to the canvas, landing on my thick, well proportioned butt with a thud, I quickly roll to my feet and, as I get up, I can see you are still down, but rubbing your face and stomping your boot on the canvas... I laugh, tauntingly,... "Need some help sweetie?" I purr at you... again I reach down and grab your hair, yanking hard, viciously, to pull you up off the canvas... I'm all action, moving quickly, early in the fight I still have plenty of energy left... I stoop down, one arm between your legs, the other around your neck and shoulder... scooping you up into the air, lifting your body up onto my fullsome chest and then hurling you down to the canvas on your back with vigour and venom... "How's that feel bitch?..." I sneer at you... then I skip around you, my curvy figure bouncing as I move, beckoning you to get up with both hands... the crowd hooting and hollering as I taunt you... "Come on tough American girl... show us what ya got!..."... yt

Sloane_Jacobs: I yell out in frustration as you again have a handful of my long hair and I'm hauled up to my feet. I think that I manage to get myself free but it's only so you can release my hair in order to scoop me up! "No..." I whine as I wriggle and buck around but that only delays you slightly as you slam me down hard into the canvas. Pain shoots into my back and I scream out, pushing my hips up into the air and stomping my pretty boots again! I arch a bit more, flopping over onto my front and struggling onto all fours. Wincing from the pain in my back, I crawl away from you as you skip and taunt, feeling a bit embarrassed and no longer enjoying my experience in Japan. I flick my long hair out of my face as I try to put some distance between us!

Lady_Darcy: I can see your pain as you impact hard from the body slam, you try to fight the pain by stomping your boots on the canvas, you roll over onto your belly and then up onto all fours... my taunting you, beckoning you to get up and calling you to show me what you got clearly irritate you, but don't provoke you as I had hoped... wisely you move away from me, crawling on the canvas, flicking your hair out of your face as you get to your feet on legs that aren't yet wobbling, but maybe quivering a little... I can see you are confused, maybe now wondering what you got yourself into, maybe wondering how to counter this older, thicker, woman who moves more quickly than you expected... I grin confidently, I stop skipping and instead charge at you, letting out a scream... YAARRRGG... extending my right arm ready to smash into your chest with a clothesline, hitting you with the full momentum from my 170lbs...

Sloane_Jacobs: I really am in over my head here, aren't I?! I knew you would be a tough opponent but now I'm all alone in the ring, I'm feeling very young indeed. I struggle onto my feet, my legs are quivering a little but that's mostly due to the two heavy blows to my back so far. I turn around to find you, my brain not registering quickly enough that the ring was shaking. My eyes widen but that's all I manage to do before your big, thick, strong arm nails into my chest and I'm laid out for a second time. My head smacks into the ring mat and I squeak loudly, clearly hurt, and grab the back of my hair. I rub it, feeling bruised and winded from the 170lbs clothesline. My legs and hips sway from side to side, probably looking quite sexy, and the crowd are definitely getting treated to a dominant performance from the champion, using her big sexy body to squash her athletic and scantily clad opponent. I gasp and that prompts me to choke for a second, feeling the effects of the clothesline!

Lady_Darcy: The impact from my heavy clothesline flips you up and sends you backwards down onto the canvas. The sheer momentum I had built up means that I keep going after the impact and take a little while to come to a halt, I turn and see your trim, sexy, body writhing on the canvas in pain... I turn to the crowd and raise my arms, showing off my thick, curvy, sexy, body, letting them know which woman is giving the other one a whupping... having taken a few moments to bask my ego in the cheers of the crowd I strut back across the ring and again follow my usual tactic... bending down, grabbing your hair and hauling, wrenching, you up from the canvas... but this time not all the way to your feet... only half up... I grab hold of the back of your bikini bottoms with one hand and the back of your bikini top with the other hand... I start to drag you towards the ropes... building up speed, until I am almost running and aiming to send you flying through between the middle and top ropes, out of the ring, down to the floor...

Sloane_Jacobs: "Aaahhhh come on!!" I complain as you grab my hair again. "Leave my hair alone." I struggle up but you suddenly stop mid pull and I'm left awkwardly on one knee. Then you grab the back of my top and the back of my pink shorts and begin to haul me across the ring. My shorts don't leave an awful lot the imagination as it is, but as you drag me along by them they tug up into a really revealing wedgie and my pale ass is suddenly on display to just about everyone. Before I have chance to fix it though, I'm sent flying out of the ring and land with a thump on the floor outside. I yell, grabbing the side that I landed on and instantly roll onto my stomach. I shake my arm off and struggle onto my hands and knees once again. I then put a hand up, gripping the barrier to slowly start dragging myself back to my feet. As soon as I'm back to my feet, I flick my hair up and out of my face yet again, turning round to find out where you are! Yt

Lady_Darcy: The crowd roar in appreciation as I hurl you through the ropes, my ego tells me they appreciate the demonstration of my dominance and power, but it could also be the sight of your ass wedgied in those pink shorts. I don't stop to admire my handiwork, but instead turn and run towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, my curvy body bouncing and wobbling as I run... I spin around, hitting the ropes with my back, they bow out a long way from the impact of my 170lbs, but then fling me back across the ring... running at full speed across the ring, my body bouncing wildly, the thump of my feet on the canvas... the crowd letting out a... HUGE GASP... as they can see my plan... as I reach the ropes I dive forward... through between the middle and top rope... down towards you as you stand, hanging onto the barrier, looking up at the ring... only to see the thick, curvy, 170lbs body of Lady Darcy flying through the air... coming straight towards you...

Sloane_Jacobs: "Ah!" I yell as I spot you at the last second! Your body slams into me, driving hard into my chest, and I'm smashed backwards into the barrier. My back hits just below the shoulder blades, 170lbs squishing me into the metal and I scream out as I then arch up. I feel a big painful stab of agony driving into my body and I collapse forwards. I land with a thump on my stomach and begin writhing around. I kick my feet around, legs and hips thrashing around, holding my injured back while screaming into the hard floor. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" I shriek at the top of my lungs.

Lady_Darcy: As I jump through the ropes the crowd let out a loud... WHOAAA... which partially drowns out your yell as you see me coming at you... the impact of my thick, heavy, body against your trim, athletic, body and the hard barrier hurt me greatly... I cannot imagine what the pain was like for you... although maybe I can hear it, as I myself roll around on the floor, groaning and moaning, I can hear a, deafening, shrieking sound... which I can only assume comes from you... despite the pain I feel from my suicide dive out of the ring I can smile as I hear your pain... and it helps me to get the strength to grab the barrier with my hands and pull myself up to my feet using my arms...

Sloane_Jacobs: After the pain starts to settle down a bit, I find myself gasping and panting hard. I try to slow my hammering heart a little by breathing in and out with a bit more control, but I can hear you're moving and I don't have much time. A big red welt is visible on my back just below my pink top as I move up. I gingerly hold it, crawling on my knees to the ring apron. I grab the top and use it to drag myself up, bending over it as I grip the bottom rope now. I'm trying to get back into the ring, hoping to create a bit more separation for myself...

Lady_Darcy: The crowd yell and holler as they see us struggling to get up after my suicide dive out of the ring. I make it to my feet first, puffing heavily, sweating profusely, my fulsome chest heaving up and down as I breath. I roll onto my back, leaning on the barrier to help me stay upright, both my hands gripping the top of the barrier. I watch you crawling away from the barrier towards the ring, ignoring the crowd who are baying for me to attack you. I know that you are in a bad way, but I want to take a rest, you were right to suggest that my weight and age were disadvantages, my conditioning is highly suspect. But I can see that you're hurt and you're not going to attack me, you're trying to get away, time to use my ring experience and take a rest. I gasp and puff as I watch you pulling yourself up using one hand and the top of the apron, then you grab the bottom rope to drag yourself into the ring. The crowd hoot and holler at the sight of your cute, peachy pale, ass as you haul it over the ring apron. I snort angrily at the idea that the crowd might be admiring you more than me and I push myself off of the barrier. Quickly I stride across from the barrier to the ring apron, re-energized from my brief rest, I reach up and grab both of your ankles with both of my hands and yank you backwards, leaning all of my 170lbs of fulsome body into the yanking, ripping your hands off the bottom rope, intentionally making sure that your jaw hits the ring apron as you start to fall, a stunning blow before the brutal impact that comes when your head and body smack down onto the hard floor. I release your ankles as you lay face down on the floor in front of me, and slowly step around you, arrogantly swaying my curvy ass and hips, emphasizing I don't need to rush because I am dominating you. Once again, I bend down and grab your hair, yanking you up onto your wobbly legs, but now moving more quickly, before you could get your bearings to strike me, I grab your left arm with both hands, take a step forward and then fling you towards the barrier. I watch as you rapidly stumble backwards into the barrier, hanging there, gripping the top of the barrier to stay on your feet. Arrogantly I then take a little time to improve my appearance, I brush my long hair back over my left shoulder, then over my right shoulder, then pull up the waist band on my bikini bottoms, firstly to ensure it hides my belly and secondly to ensure that the crowd gets a good view of my curvy ass.

Lady_Darcy: Then I adjust my bikini top, ensuring that while I may be aging, the crowd still appreciates that I have a fulsome chest. Having ensured my ego is satisfied that I look my best I now look at you, seemingly hanging helpless on the barrier. Wickedly I smile, I look at the crowd and then I start to charge at you, it's only a short distance but I get up some momentum as I approach you, then I throw up my arms and jump into the air, aiming to splash down my thick, curvy, body onto you as you hang on the barrier...

Sloane_Jacobs: Just as I think I'm just about to get back into the ring, I feel your hands grab my ankles and yank me down hard before I have any chance of stopping you! I gasp out in shock, my face then smacking onto the ring apron and leaving me barely conscious, even before my body and head slam down hard onto the floor on the outside. I groan weakly, sprawled and in a real state, breathing hard. I'm dragged up, hauled up slowly, whining as you set me. One of my long leg covers has dropped down to my ankle now and my hair is a real mess, with my shorts still high up between my cheeks. I yell in horror, twisting and slamming back first into the barrier. I cry out, whining pitifully for a moment. I slump, panting hard and feel dazed as you make yourself look absolutely gorgeous all over again. A moment later and your body slams down into me as you run into me. I scream out as I'm crushed between yourself and the unforgiving barrier! The crowd winces and says "oooohhhh!" as you connect with me. I drop forwards off the barrier and land on my knees, then collapse onto my face. I cry loudly, kicking one of my feet up and down against the mat, wiggling my pert little butt around while I grasp at my hurt back. "Aaaaahhhhh!!" I yell loudly, the crowd looking between my suffering and the huge dent that has now appeared in the barrier. It's crushed in from the force of the impact and clearly damaged...

Lady_Darcy: Our bodies collide, and I crush your trim waisted physique against the barrier with my big curvy body, squashing the wind completely out of you. The loud "oooohhhh!" from the crowd drowned out by your scream of pain. I drop down and step back from you after the impact, and again I start to primp and preen myself as I watch you slump down off the barrier. Adjusting my bikini bottom, again pulling the waist band up over my belly and straightening the back over my butt cheeks and adjusting the bikini top over my breasts. I'm a big woman and it's hard to keep my costume covering my curvy body, but I want to emphasize to the crowd that I am still in good shape compared to you. You're belly down on the floor kicking and wriggling in pain and moaning loudly, your costume is now totally dishevelled, and it looks like your done. The referee thinks so and is yelling and pointing from the ring, but hey, I barely speak Japanese, so I am not worried about the referee.

The Stardom junior women wrestlers who surround the ring also think that you need help, and start to approach us, trying to get to you to help you. I turn and snarl at them, pushing away a couple of them who gamely try and get to you to help you up. "Get outta here ya little sluts..." I snarl at them, my faux posh English accent now completely gone, replaced by a much truer, harsher, tone... "I ain't done wiv this dumb American bimbo yet!... I'm gonna beat her so bad she's gonna 'ave nightmares about me fer the rest of 'er life!..." I lunge at the young, junior, women wrestlers who quickly back away, none of them wanting to have to go toe to toe against me, all of them knowing how brutal I am... After scaring away your rescuers I turn back to you, a sneer now on my face. "So Sloane, you ain't like those other American bitches huh?... Well, let's see if you can take more punishment than they could huh?... What da ya say Sloane?..." Again I bend down and grab your hair, but this time just with my right hand, and I only pull your up on to your hands and knees. I turn and start to strut towards the ring post, brutally pulling on your hair to drag you behind me on your hands and knees. Either side of us the junior women wrestlers are yelling at me, something in Japanese, but I ignore them. When we get to the ring post I turn, grabbing your hair with both hands now and pull you up to your feet, and then vigorously ramming your head towards the ring post...

Sloane_Jacobs: I'm too busy suffering to really be aware of what is going on between you and the junior wrestlers, and I'm also in no good state to be worrying about the state of my attire. But your words cut into me. I never had a chance to prove my worth! These fans never got the chance to see me at my best. I eventually feel your hand in my hair and I wince, gasping and kicking, thrashing around in a panic despite my hurt back as you drag me up. I'm forced onto my hands and knees and then.. the humiliation starts. I'm dragged on all fours, by my hair, with my backside on full view thanks to my ruined shorts, and a whimper escaping my lips as I'm pulled along behind you! I stumble a couple of times but manage to stay with you, until I'm suddenly yanked up to my feet. I have just enough time to widen my eyes in fear before you drive my head into the ring post. My pretty face bounces off and I wobble around, before slumping face first over the ring apron, one shoulder leaning on the post. I lift my head for a brief second and groan loudly. My trip to Japan is proving to be a massive mistake for me now and I'm regretting every minute of signing up for this match. You've dropped your more lady like behaviour and I now know that I'm going to be in for a rough experience!

Lady_Darcy: I ram your head into the ring post and the clang echoes around the arena, the crowd gasping at my brutality. You stumble back from the impact, wobbling like a drunk and collapsing face first onto the ring apron, your shoulder leaning on the ring post. I smile and look at you for a moment, then I drop down and put both hands on your peachy pale butt cheeks and start to push you up to roll you into the ring under the bottom rope. The referee comes over and now seems much happier that the fight is returning to the ring. I smile at the referee, thinking you may be happier, but Sloane isn't going to be happy. I grab the bottom rope and bring my right knee up onto the apron, pulling on the rope to haul my big, thick, curvy, body back into the ring...

Sloane_Jacobs: I gasp suddenly as you take a good double handed grip of my vulnerable buttocks and begin to push me into the ring. I flush red and my poor brain can't work out if you're deliberately touching me up or if you're just doing it like that to tease me and mess with my head. I'm eventually dumped into the ring and roll to the middle slowly, before stopping on my stomach, sprawled out and helpless. I raise my head, the ring still spinning after that smack to the post, and push weakly up onto my hands and knees. But my limbs are shaking too much and I can't find the energy or stability to either crawl or stand... Yt

Lady_Darcy: I climb into the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, I am sweating profusely and breathing heavily, but I am in way better condition than you. And the crowd know it, hooting and hollering, cheering me on now. I stand up, again taking time to straighten my hair and costume before I swagger over to you. You're fighting to try and get up, you've got yourself up onto your hands and knees, but they are quivering and you can't get any further. Despite the contempt I have shown for you so far I am impressed, most girls would be down and out after the beating I've given you... not trying to get up. Still this is a competitive sport, and there can only be one winner, I may be impressed but it's time to make clear to you who is the alpha female in Stardom... As I get over to you I bring up my right leg, bending at the knee, and stomp my boot down hard at your head, to knock you face down onto the canvas... and perhaps to knock you out cold... well out long enough for me to set up my final destruction of you... as you lay flat out, face down, on the canvas I step onto your thighs, one boot on each thigh. Dropping down I grab your left leg at the ankle and lift your left calf, wrapping your left foot around my left knee... then I do the same with your right calf and foot, hooking around my right knee... I stand up straight and again straighten my hair before bending forward and grabbing your wrists with my hands... seeing my set up the crowd lets out an... "OOOOHH"... Holding tightly on your wrists I rock my big, thick, curvy, 170lbs body backwards, falling onto my back and flipping your young, slim, taut body up into the air above me in the... Surfboard Ceiling Hold... The crowd start to yell loudly and vigorously, unsure how much you can take... how long I can keep you up there... the referee drops down and starts babbling at you in Japanese... I don't know the details of what they are saying... but I guess they want to know if you'll quit... I smile and yell... "Come on Sloane honey... time to let us know how tough you really are!..."

Sloane_Jacobs: Your foot smacks into the back of my head and I'm sent crashing back down onto the mat, barely with it now. Then I feel you step on the backs of my legs and I gasp out in pain. 170lbs on my legs! I wince, weakly reaching around me and back as you set up my legs. Then you grab my wrists, setting yourself into position. I've seen this hold done many times and know what I might be about to experience. "No... no ... no ..." I gasp, shaking my head. Then suddenly you drop back and haul my fit body into the air and I feel like I'm being put on display for everyone in the arena. I scream at the top of my lungs as the pain darts into my joints and muscles. I wriggle around, hair dangling near your face, my body stretched out above you. I squirm, screaming louder and louder. I'm desperately trying to hang on and this would be a really humiliating way to suffer my first loss on Stardom... especially having to submit to you. I'll never hear the end of it!

Lady_Darcy: I have you up in the air over top of me, the crowd are yelling, but you're fighting it... I am amazed... your taut, fit, body is wriggling, trying to get me to break the hold... but I have no intention of letting you go, I grit my teeth and push my legs up and out as high as they'll go and pull down as hard as I can on your wrists, putting as much pressure as I can on your back... "SQUEAL FOR ME YOU BITCH!!..." I snarl... "SQUEAL!!..."...

Sloane_Jacobs: I don't really squeal, it's more of a blood curling scream. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I shriek as you try to pull my body spar above you. The pain is incredible and finally enough to break both my spirit and my pride. I don't want to be seriously injured for like just because I refused to submit to you. It's very humiliating to tap out while you're calling me a bitch, but I don't really have much choice. "Aaaahhhhhh okay okay okay!!!" I screech. "Submit!! Submit!!!!" I scream, body shaking and twitching in the air as the crowd gets a good look at me while I suffer. "L-Let me gooo!!" I beg!

Lady_Darcy: I can hear you screaming and then... "Aaaahhhhhh okay okay okay!!!"... "Submit!! Submit!!!!"... the referee calls for the bell... DING!... DING!... DING!... I smile and keep going... "I can't hear you bitch!!... Say it again!... Say it again!..." I snarl... DING!... DING!... DING!... the referee calls for the bell and waves their arms at me... I ignore them... the junior wrestlers slide into the ring and circle us, but are hesitant to interfere against me... "Say it again bitch!... Say it again!..." I squeal...

Sloane_Jacobs: I hear the bell go but no sweet relief for me! You keep the hold locked on and applied, torturing my poor body with no hope of myself escaping. I desperately try to squirm and wriggle free as you humiliate me. People are in the ring and I look at them, but they're hesitating. Why won't they help me?! I wail out loudly, body shaking more and more, my muscles feeling strained. "Aaaaagggghhhhh plleeeeaaaassseeee!!!!" I howl. "I submit!!! I submmmiiiittttt!!!!"

Lady_Darcy: DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... the bell sounds again, the referee is now apoplectic with their yelling, the junior wrestlers are edging closer... and I can hear you "Aaaaagggghhhhh plleeeeaaaassseeee!!!!" "I submit!!! I submmmiiiittttt!!!!"... I snort and wonder, should I let you go... no I think, it's not enough... I wrench even harder on your wrists, pulling your head down... you're definitely very fit and... flexible... when your head comes down a little further I quickly release your wrists and rapidly wrap my arms around your head in a dragon sleeper... As you head is close mine now I snarl into your ear... "Nighty, night, Sloane... don't let the bed bugs bite... have sweet dreams... or will they be nightmares about Lady Darcy!!..."

Sloane_Jacobs: "Aaaahhhh what are you aaahhhh no stooooppp!!" I yell out as I realise you're not done with me yet. You arch me back, dropping my head down and tucking it next to yours. I feel your arm wrap around my neck for a dragon sleeper while my legs are still up and spread out. "Aaacccckkkk..." I choke as you squeeze down, taunting me mercilessly in my ear while I choke. My now free hands paw and slap at your arm, uselessly prying at your strong biceps. I squirm around, eyes rolling back into my head as I don't take very long at all to pass out. My hands flop off and drape down at my sides, unconscious and twitching...

Lady_Darcy: I snort, I snarl, I can feel you desperately, hopelessly, prying at my arms... I hold on tightly, squeezing, choking, totally ignoring the cacophony around me, the referee, the other wrestlers, the crowd, and then... you go limp, your body twitching slightly... I smile,... you're done... I let go of your head with my arms and let you flop off of me down onto the canvas... the referee and other wrestlers rush to you to help you... I roll away to the side and up to my feet... raising my arms to the raucous cheers of the crowd... another win, another fit, young, woman who has learned that age, wisdom, ruthlessness and a bit of poundage around the belly and butt can be a lot tougher than they imagined...

... now they'll just have nightmares about it...

Published: 2022-07-01, viewed 103 times.