Superstar Squash Women

Collared_Brooke: the arena lights go dark as the crowd gets to their feet for the opening match of the evening. A lone spot light shines on me as I walk onto the stage. A light reaction from the crowd greeting me. The fans happy that the show is starting, but more interested in the debut of my opponent. I walk to the ring wearing my black two piece attire trimmed in Silver "ladies and gentlemen, weighing100 pounds standing 5' tall, from Point Pleasant New Jersey, she is Brooke Williams" I climb into the ring and head to my corner awaiting my opponent

Jillian_Mercer: Go Brooke! You got this! I shout from my seat.

Collared_Brooke: I stand in the corner stretching on the top rope as I watch my opponent walk to the ring. I hear Jillian yell from the stands and I blow her a kiss. I turn my attention to my much larger opponent. Seeing her growing even bigger as she heads to the ring. I glare at her as I await the bell

Big_Marge: I step into the center of the ring, the boards groaning and creaking under every massive step I take. I tower over you, looking down at your lean frame with a look of pure, heavy disdain. A slow, dark smirk spreads across my face as I flex my thick arms, the muscles rippling under my skin.​"Look at you, all skin and bones," I growl, my voice deep and vibrating through the air. "You talk a big game for someone I could snap like a dry twig. You think your speed is going to save you from all this weight? You're nothing but a little brat playing in a grown woman's world."​I lean in close, casting a massive shadow that completely swallows you up. "I’m going to crush every bit of arrogance out of you, you little bitch. By the time I’m done, the only 'noise' people will hear is the sound of your ribs cracking under my chest. Get ready, because I’m going to sit on you until you beg for mercy."

Collared_Brooke: I smirk in my corner as I hear you running your mouth. Here I was thinking that your ass was big, however it's nowhere near as big as your mouth. Your words sounding like a caveman as you drown on...like Hulk smash!!! I move to the center to greet you...still hearing you drown on and on. Finally I hear about enough, I take a step towards you and leap in the air. Looking to drive both of my feet into your chest for a drop kick

Big_Marge: As you leap into the air, your body extending perfectly for that dropkick, the crowd gasps. You drive both feet right into the center of my massive chest with a loud THUD.​But I don't move. I don't even stumble. I simply absorb the impact, my heavy layers of muscle and mass acting like a brick wall. I stand there, staring at you with a mocking, cold grin as you land back on the mat.​"Haha! Is that it, little bitch?" I laugh, the sound deep and menacing. "You really thought those tiny little feet could damage a mountain like me? You’re like a fly hitting a windshield."​Before you can even scramble away, my huge hand reaches down and tangles into your hair, gripping it tight. I haul you up to your feet with effortless, raw strength, forcing you to look me in the eye while you're winced in pain.​"Now, let me show you what real impact feels like," I growl. With you held firmly by the hair, I drive my massive, heavy knee straight into your soft midsection. CRUNCH. I want to feel the air leave your lungs and your ribs groan under my power

Collared_Brooke: I feel my feet bounce off your chest as my upper body falls to the mat. I wait to hear the ring rumble from your weight falling. The sound never comes, then I feel my head yanked up as you grab my hair. You pull me up and we stare eye too eye. You drive your knee hard into my midsection. The impact lifting me off the ground, like a pinball hitting the flippers I fly across the ring. Landing back first into the turnbuckle. Clutching my stomach in pain

Big_Marge: I see you gasping for air in the corner, clutching your stomach, and a cruel grin spreads across my face. I’m not done with you yet, "little bitch."​I turn my back to you, my massive rear completely blocking your view of the rest of the ring. I start running backward with all the momentum my heavy body can gather, a human avalanche heading straight for you. I throw my entire weight into the charge, aiming to smash my massive backside right into your face and chest to crush the life out of you against the turnbuckle!

Jillian_Mercer: I put both hands infront of my eyes, not wanting to see Brooke getting squashed.

Collared_Brooke: I clutch my stomach and gasp for air in the corner. My vision slightly blurry as I try to veer across the ring. Suddenly I see a shadow looming over me. I try to duck down to escape my fate. I'm not quite quick enough, as I try to duck my head comes in full contact with the charging rear of the bull. My head snaps back and I crash into the middle turn buckle. My body coming to rest finally in the corner, with your ass compressing my chest

QueenCarla: Oh no, Brooke, get out of there!

Big_Marge: I feel your head snap back against the turnbuckle as my massive rear connects with a sickening thud. The impact is perfect—I’ve got you pinned, and I can feel your small frame struggling to breathe under my crushing weight.​"Stay down, little insect!" I growl.​I reach back and grab a handful of your hair again, yanking you out of the corner with one powerful jerk and throwing you across the mat like a piece of trash. You land hard, sprawled out and dazed. I don't give you a chance to move; I step forward and plant my heavy, massive boot right in the center of your chest, pinning you flat to the canvas.​I lean all my weight onto that foot, looking down at you with a triumphant smirk as I signal the ref to count.​"1... 2...!"

Collared_Brooke: I gasp in the corner for air. Breathing heavy and coughing as you leave me in the corner. I grunt loudly as my chest burns from getting crushed under your large body. I try to push myself up using the bottom rope. You come along and help me. Pulling me out of the corner by the hair. You pick me up and heave me across the ring. I scream like a child as I go flying. I spin through the air like a frizzbe. Getting tossed almost to the other side of the ring. I land on my stomach so hard that the momentum causes me to roll to my back. You plant your boot on my chest, your weight pushing my tiny stomach down deeply like memory foam. The ref counts one... Two.... While he counts I use all the engergy I have to slip my foot onto the bottom rope. Though I feel the ring rumble as the ref slaps the mat for 3....I try to gasp for air to point out my foot hoping someone notices

QueenCarla: The referee has his foot on the rope, this isn't over, let's go!

Big_Marge: I see your foot grazing that bottom rope just as the referee's hand is coming down for the three-count. A surge of fury hits me—you think a little technicality is going to save you from this beating? I don't wait for the ref to make a decision.​I reach down with a snarl and snatch you by the ankle, my huge fingers wrapping around your thin leg like a vise. I let out a roar of effort as I drag your limp body away from the safety of the ropes, pulling you right back into the center of the ring where there’s nowhere to hide.​"Oh, you think you’re being clever, don't you?!" I bark, my face turning red with rage. "You think that little sneaky foot of yours is gonna give you a 'rope break'? Not on my watch!"​I don't give you a second to breathe. I haul my massive frame up and drop my entire weight right onto your chest, sitting on you with a bone-crushing impact. But I don't just stay still. I start bouncing—lifting my hips and slamming them back down onto your ribs and stomach over and over again like a human pile-driver.​"Now you’re going to stay in the middle of this ring and scream until you pass out, you little bitch!" I scream over the sound of your ribs groaning. "No ropes, no help, just me crushing the life out of you!"

Collared_Brooke: my foot hangs on the bottom rope, saving me from defeat for the moment. Although it may have sealed my fate. You grab my ankle and drag me to the center of the ring. I try to squirm a bit to stop your efforts, but it does no good as you have your way with me. As we reach the middle of the ring and I listen to you barking at me through my ringing ears. I try to push myself up, as I do I'm instantly squashed by your large frame. My legs dart up in the air as you crush my upper body. Then you start jumping on me like I'm a bouncing castle. Each impact forcing the air and lift out of me. My face turning a shade of red nobody thought was humanely possible. I gasp for air as I begin to foam from the mouth. My body and limbs grow limp as numbness overcomes me. The only movement from my body is when its flattened under yours.

QueenCarla: noooooooooo

Big_Marge: Seeing you turn that sickly shade of purple and foam at the mouth, I realize you're seconds away from blacking out. Most people would stop, but not me. I want you to remember the exact moment you decided to be "clever" with those ropes.​I suddenly stand up, the release of my weight giving you a split second of agonizing air, only for me to snatch that same "sneaky" ankle again.​"Oh, you liked using that foot to save yourself, didn't you, you little whore?" I sneer, my voice dripping with malice. "Let's see how much you like it when I snap it off!"​I drop down and lock in a bone-shattering Ankle Lock, twisting your foot until I hear the ligaments start to strain. But I’m not done. I transition smoothly, weaving my thick, powerful legs around yours, trapping your limb in a brutal Grapevine.​Now, I’m flat on my stomach, stretching your entire leg out while my full weight crushes your lower body and I crank your ankle toward the breaking point. I’m putting every ounce of my massive strength into the stretch, watching your face contort as the joint nears the point of no return.​"Give me that snap, Brooke!" I roar. "Show me how that 'rope break' feels now

Collared_Brooke: I inhale a rush of air as you finally stand up off me. I cough more as foam flows from my mouth. I lift my arm up as it's the only thing I can move. I swear I can feel my body indented into the ring boards under me. You pull on my ankle and I try to scream but the sound doesn't come. My voice gone from the lack of air and my chest burning like fire with every agonizing breath. I feel the ligament strain in my ankle as you try to snap it in half. I raise my arm very weakly as I try to tap out. Using every last bit of strength that I have left. Instead as your weight shifts onto my body my arm falls to the mat. Everything goes dark for me as my head falls to the side. My body shutting down and going completely lifeless beneath you

Jillian_Mercer: B-brooke ... I whisper to myself, unable to believe what i just witnessed

Big_Marge: I stand up with a huff, feeling the sheer power in my heavy limbs as I look down at your broken, unconscious form. I give your mangled ankle one last, cruel twist before dismissively tossing your leg aside like a piece of scrap.​I plant my massive, heavy boot right in the middle of your back, using your limp body as a footstool. I raise my arms high, soaking in the boos and the cheers of the crowd, a mountain of a woman standing over a fallen ant.​"Stay exactly where you belong, little brat," I growl, looking down at your lifeless head. "Right under my feet."​Without another look, I step off your back, leaving my footprint on your skin, and swagger out of the ring, leaving you behind in the dust of my victory. ( end)