Superstar Squash Women

Hana_Jeong: I walk out first as the challenger. I wear light purple gear that looks like cheap lingerie. I also wear black knee pads and white wrestling boots. I walk down the ramp and look around at the crowd. I keep a confident expression on my face. I stretch my arms a little while walking. I reach the ring and climb onto the apron. I grab the top rope and step inside the ring. I walk slowly around the ring and look at the crowd again. Then I raise my arms for a moment. After that I go to my corner. I lean back against the turnbuckles and stretch my shoulders. I look toward the entrance and wait for you to come out. I leave the corner and walk to the center of the ring. I stand there with my hands on my hips. I look toward the stage and wait for you. Tonight I have the chance to squash this girl and take my long awaited N.E.W. championship.

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Collared_Brooke: the arena lights turn gold. The instrumental version of "Edge of Seventeen" blares across the speakers. I walk out onto the stage wearing my black and gold attire. The NEW title glistening around my waist. I have a smug confident look on my face. Many have written me off as an unworthy champion. Saying I'm a fluke Jobber who doesn't deserve it. Despite my being open to all challengers. I have successfully defended my title, although it was a rough match against someone who wasn't even under contract. Now I enter this match as a bit of an underdog. Many people are expecting Hana to win the crown of her kingdom. I am determined to prevent this from happening. I finally reach the ring and wipe my boots on the apron. I wait and demand that the ref hold the ropes open for me. She finally does and I step into the ring. Posing for the fans. Removing my beautiful gold belt, which matches my attire and my hair. I glare at you and try to put some intimidation on you before the bell even rings. I give the ref my beloved belt as I back into my corner

Collared_Brooke:

Collared_Brooke:

Hana_Jeong: I stand in my corner and watch you enter the ring. You look confident, almost like a princess with all the gold on you. Your black and gold gear shines under the lights. The title around your waist makes you look even more like a champion. For a moment I compare it to myself. My light purple gear looks cheap next to yours. I suddenly feel like I look like a bratty cheap bitch who doesn’t belong in the same ring as you. That thought makes my stomach tighten a little. The referee speaks and raises the title belt. “This match is for one fall… for the N.E.W. Championship.” I step out of my corner and walk toward the center of the ring. Even if your presence is a little intimidating, I try not to show it. I keep a cocky look on my face. I stop a step away from you and look up at you. “Ready for your beatdown, jobber?” I say with a mocking smile. I laugh shortly. “You don’t deserve any gold, bitch.” Then I suddenly lift my hand and slap you across the face in a disrespectful way before the bell even rings.

Collared_Brooke: I hand the belt to the ref and she lifts it high. Displaying it even for the people in the balcony to see. Then she shows it to you. I watch as you eye the belt, I know you want a closer look. And I am determined to keep that from happening. I can almost feel the entitlement radiating off you. You think you deserve this belt. You think you deserve to reign supreme in NY. The grand ballroom is rocking in anticipation, the fans feet stomping in anticipation. There is a tension in the air, then it gets cut off in a flash. We are face to face, the crowd growing silent as the wait to see who strikes first. Then it's the slap Heard around Hammerstein. You call me a jobber and slap my face. Which is a successful move for you. You succeed in turning my face red...in anger. Even as champion, defeating one of the strongest skilled fighters there are. Even after a successful title match, which is the first for a NOIR champion. Even after all this you dare call me a Jobber!!!!. This disrespect is unbelievable and unbearable. I leave out a primal scream unheard in NY since King kong roamed the streets. I look straight through you as I lunge forward, looking to spear you out of your boots

Hana_Jeong: Your scream shocks me. The sudden anger in your voice scares me more than I expected. My confidence disappears for a moment. My eyes widen and I instinctively take a small step back. I quickly raise both of my hands in front of me, almost like I am pleading. “Hey ...wait...” I don’t finish the sentence. Before I can move away, your charge hits me. Your shoulder drives straight into my midsection and the force knocks the air out of my lungs. “Ughhh!” My feet leave the mat and my body folds over you as the spear hits me hard. My white boots lift off the canvas as I am driven backward and slammed down on the mat. My back crashes against the canvas and I bounce slightly from the impact. My body curls a little as I gasp for air, both arms wrapping around my stomach after the brutal hit.

Collared_Brooke: my cheek still stings from your slap, although that was mild compared to the bruise to my ego. You knew what button to push and you pushed the button. And it popped my trigger, everything was a blur of fury after the slap. My ears ringing from the noise in the ballroom. I wake from my rage induced trance. Finding my on arm drapped across your twisted body. I push up to my knees and look to straddle your waist. Hoping to reign down lefts and rights on your upper body until the reg warns me to stop and open my fists

Hana_Jeong: I am still trying to recover from the spear. My back hurts and my lungs are still burning as I try to take a proper breath. Suddenly I feel you climbing over me and straddling my waist. My eyes open wide when I realize what is about to happen. When the punches start coming down, I scream in panic.I bring both of my arms up quickly, trying to protect my face. My forearms cover my head while I turn my face away from the blows. But by doing that, my ribs and upper body are left exposed under you. I twist under your weight, crying out each time another hit lands on my body while I keep my arms tight around my head, desperately trying to shield my face.

Collared_Brooke: I reign the blows down, still in a rage. Not really paying much attention where the fists are landing or if they even are. The ref is on my case warning me about the closed fists. Finally to the point where she grabs my right arm as I swing it. I turn my head to argue with the ref as she pulls me off you. You shield your face even as I rise to my feet. I get up still having words with the ref. As we argue back and forth I lift my right leg and look to stomp it down hard into your stomach. Then hold it and grind it there while I assure the ref that I won't use any more closed fists

Hana_Jeong: I stay curled on the mat with my arms still over my face. Even when the punches stop, I keep protecting my head, too scared to lower my guard. I hear you arguing with the referee somewhere above me. I slowly start to move, trying to catch my breath after the beating. Suddenly your boot comes down hard on my stomach. “RGGGHHHH!” A deep, guttural scream bursts out of me as the air is crushed out of my lungs again. My body jerks under the impact. My arms drop from my face and move to your boot instead. I grab at it weakly with both hands, trying to push it away. But you keep your foot pressed into my belly, grinding it there. “Uhh… nghhh…” I squirm on the mat under you, my fingers pawing at your boot in a weak and ineffective way while my body twists in pain beneath the pressure.

Collared_Brooke: i finish my conversation with the ref and I take a full step up. Looking to put all the weight of my body in the one foot that is on your stomach. Taking a full step and literally walking right on and over you. As I walk on your stomach I lift my left leg and look to stomp it into your chest you call me a Jobber?? How many matches have you won around here Hana? How does it feel to be a loser in your own promotion? You should be grateful to even be in the ring with the champion. With the princess. You belong..... I spin myself around as I step over you, then I leap up and look to drive my right foot down onto the side of your face under my feet!!

Hana_Jeong: Your weight suddenly presses harder on my stomach as you step up. “RGHH” My body tenses and I gasp loudly as you walk across me. My back arches slightly off the mat from the pressure while I clutch at your leg. Then your other boot crashes down into my chest. “AAH!” The impact forces another cry out of me. My hands move from my stomach to my chest as I writhe on the mat under you, breathing in short painful gasps while you talk down to me. I shake my head weakly, trying to deny your words, but I am already struggling just to breathe. Then I see you turn above me. My eyes widen in panic. You leap and your boot comes down onto the side of my face. “AGHH!” My head snaps to the side as the stomp lands. My body jerks across the mat and I roll partly onto my side, one hand clutching my face while my legs kick weakly against the canvas. I groan in pain, clearly stunned after the brutal stomp.

Collared_Brooke: I look down as I see you roll to your side. Dismissing the ref with a flick of my wrist. Looking at her then down at you with disgust on my face. The crowd who started out on my side giving me a smattering of boos. Seeing my actions as more than a bit villainous. I use my left boot and push on your shoulder, looking to lay you on your back once again. Then I leap up, wanting to drive my left leg across your throat with a leg drop

Hana_Jeong: I am still groaning on my side, one hand on my face, trying to crawl slowly toward the ropes to get away from you. Before I can get far, I suddenly feel your boot against my shoulder. You shove me over easily. I roll onto my back like I am nothing more than trash on the floor, my arms weakly trying to push against the mat as I try to sit up. I barely have time to react before I see you jumping above me. Then your leg crashes down across my throat. “USSSSSHHHHHH!” A loud choking sound bursts out of my mouth as the leg drop hits me. My body jerks violently from the impact. A bit of drool even spits out of my mouth into the air as the breath is crushed out of me. My arms and legs shoot upward for a moment from the shock before falling back down to the mat. I lie there under you, gagging and coughing weakly, my hands moving to my throat while I struggle desperately to breathe after the brutal leg drop.

Collared_Brooke: I pause for a moment as I land. Letting my leg lay drapped across your throat. Applying a bit of pressure as I feel you gagging and coughing. I push my leg down more as you bring up salvia like a geyser. The ref checking to see if it's a choke, and it wasn't but now I push my leg down harder. Driving it into your neck. Looking to choke you as I listen to the refs count. I take advantage of it until four, then I get back up. Grabbing your arm as it flails through the air. Looking to pull you up as I get to my feet. I get you to all fours and try to drag you to the center of the ring, pulling your hair and your top . Once to the center I wrap my arms around your waist and position your head between my legs. Looking to hoist you up

Hana_Jeong: I lie on the mat with your leg across my throat. I gag and cough while my hands grab at your leg, trying to push it away. My body shakes as I struggle to breathe. More saliva spills out of my mouth as I choke under the pressure. When you press harder into my neck, my legs kick weakly on the mat and my fingers claw at your leg in panic. Finally the pressure lifts. I gasp loudly and roll slightly onto my side, coughing and trying to pull air back into my lungs. Before I can recover, you grab my arm. You pull me up and I stumble onto my hands and knees. My arms shake under me as I stay on all fours, still coughing and breathing hard. You drag me across the mat by my hair and my top. My body slides helplessly over the canvas as I try weakly to crawl, my knees and boots scraping along the mat while you pull me toward the center of the ring. Once we reach the middle, I am still on my hands and knees when you wrap your arms around my waist. I feel my head pushed between your legs. My eyes widen and I shake my head weakly, my hands pressing against your thighs as I realize what you are preparing to do. “No… please... Brooke"

Collared_Brooke: I lock my fingers tightly under your waist. I hear your pleads as I lurch forward and look to jerk up upwards. Please no??? That's not you begging a jobber to stop is it!!??? I mock as I try lifting you onto my shoulders. Then I charge forward, running from the middle of the ring towards the turn buckle. When I get close enough I will release you. Aiming the back of your head towards the top turn buckle. Looking to knock you silly with a buckle bomb

Hana_Jeong: Your hands lock tightly around my waist. I feel my body suddenly jerk upward. “Ahh!” My feet leave the mat as you lift me up. I kick my legs in the air while my hands grab at your shoulders, trying desperately to hold on and stop what is happening. “Wait!” My voice comes out shaky and panicked as you start running. My body bounces on your shoulders while you charge across the ring. I grab tighter, my fingers clutching at you while my eyes widen in fear as the turnbuckle gets closer. Then suddenly you throw me forward. “NO!” My body flies through the air and the back of my head and shoulders crash hard against the top turnbuckle. “AAAGHH!” The impact makes my whole body jolt violently. My arms fly outward and my legs kick forward as the buckle bomb knocks the air out of me. My body drops down awkwardly from the turnbuckles, collapsing down the corner of the ring in a stunned heap, my head slumped forward while I groan weakly and struggle to stay conscious.

Collared_Brooke: you plead with me as I run forward, however when I hear your voice all I hear is you saying jobber, how I don't deserve to be champion... Then that slap..... I was actually looking forward to a fine wrestling match. You had to disrespect me. And look at you now, slumped in the corner, tongue hanging out like a panting dog. I display such an accomplished smile as I watch you drop into the corner. I turn my back and smugly wipe my boots on the mat. Symbolically kicking dirt on you. Then I move to the center of the ring, wiggling my ass with each step. I turn towards you and blow you a kiss, then I grab it with my right hand and slap my right ass cheek " time for you to kiss my ass...since you can't kick it" I then turn and run towards you, as I get closer I turn backwards, looking to ram my rear right into your face with a hip attack

Hana_Jeong: I am slumped in the corner after the buckle bomb. My back is against the turnbuckles and my head hangs forward, resting near the bottom pad. My chest rises and falls quickly while I try to recover. My arms hang weakly at my sides. I barely manage to lift my head. My vision is blurry and I try to focus. I see you coming toward me, but I am too dazed to react. Then the impact hits.Your hip cr hes into my face and the side of my head. My head snaps sideways from the force. My whole body jolts violently in the corner. I slump sideways after the hit, sliding partly toward the ropes. One of my arms ends up dangling over the apron while the rest of my body stays inside the ring. I hang there against the ropes, breathing hard and groaning weakly, looking like a wounded animal.

Collared_Brooke: I hit the hip attack and shake my cute ass to the fans awww Hana.. don't be such a downer. There are plenty of your fans who would love to be in your position. Well maybe not right now, but before when you were drooling over the champions ass. I mock you as I take a step back, then I smirk as I leap forward. Using your body to spring up to the middle turnbuckle. My left foot stepping on your shoulder as I jump up. I get to the middle rope and leap off, aiming my knees for the, middle of your back as you hang on the ropes

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong: I am still hanging over the middle rope, my arm dangling over the apron while I try to breathe. My head is spinning and my body feels weak after the hip attack. I barely move. Then suddenly I feel your foot press down on my shoulder as you step on me to jump. Before I can even react, you leap from the ropes. Your knees crash down hard into the middle of my back. “AAAHHHHH!” I scream loudly as the impact bends my body over the rope. The pain shoots through my lower back like I am being broken in two. My arms flail for a moment and my fingers clutch the rope while my legs kick weakly against the mat. I hang there draped over the ropes, groaning and shaking, my back arched painfully from the crushing knee strike.

Collared_Brooke:

Collared_Brooke: after my knee hits your spine I sit there for a few moments. Holding onto the ropes for leverage as I push down. Looking to really apply pressure and dig my knee into your back. The ref tells me to release the ropes " I have to 5 ref... besides listen to her sing...she loves this" I smirk and growl as the ref begins her count. I push my knee into your spine until she reaches 4. Then I release the ropes and spring up to my feet. My hands up in the air " I'm off the ropes ref" I begin to back up, but not before aiming a hard right stomp to the middle of your back

Hana_Jeong: I cry out again when your stomp hits my back. “AAH AHHHHHH!” The pain makes my body jerk forward. I collapse fully off the ropes and land on my hands and knees on the mat. I stay there for a moment, breathing hard. One hand moves to my lower back while the other holds me up on the canvas. I start crawling slowly on all fours. “Ugh… ngh…” My back is bent and shaking with pain. My movements are slow and unsteady as I try to drag myself away from you. I don’t even look back anymore. I just crawl, groaning and holding my back. My earlier confidence is gone as you made me your jobber. My head hangs low and my body language shows it clearly. I just try to get away from you, crawling weakly across the mat.

Collared_Brooke: after my stomp I just take a few step back. Moving to your side to admire my handy work. I look to see if you have any fight left in you. I admire your struggle, you push yourself up to your all fours. Perhaps you have some fight left. Then you start crawling away from me. You crawl slowly, unsteady, like a wounded animal. It's fight or flight, and it's clear what you have chosen. This gives me an arrogant look on my face. I move around you as I look down on you, taking the chance to spit on the back of your head as I walk across the ring. I head to the middle of the ring in your path " that is right Hana, crawl to my. Crawl like the dog you are. Crawl and grovel to your Princess. You don't deserve to be champion. However you do deserve to kiss my boots. " I smile and tap my boot on the mat, taking a step backwards everytime you get closer

Hana_Jeong: I keep crawling slowly across the mat, my movements weak and unsteady. My back hurts with every small motion. When you spit on the back of my head, I flinch and stop for a moment. My shoulders drop even more. I continue forward until I reach you. Then I slowly push myself upright onto my knees in front of you. My head hangs down. My hair falls over my face and I don’t even look up at you. My hands rest weakly on my thighs while my shoulders slump forward. My body language shows complete shame. “Please… no more…” I whisper quietly. The arena grows louder around us. The fans sound shocked and incredulous at the way you are dominating me in the ring. But I stay there on my knees in front of you, head lowered, breathing unevenly.

Collared_Brooke: my original plan was to run back and kick your face with a baseball slide. However as you approach me, crawling on your knees. I can see the defeat in your eyes. I allow you to reach me. You pull yourself up using me for leverage You finally reach your knees and beg me to stop. Your hair covers your face and your shame. I look at you almost with pity, but I came her to win my way. I reach down and grab your hair, I pull your head up with my left hand and hold you in place as I slap you hard with my right hand" ok you want me to finish it we finish it MY way " with that I move behind you, using your hair to hold you up. I raise reach down and grab your wrists. I then lift my knee and dig it into the middle of your upper back and neck. I pull back on your wrists for a few seconds then I push forward. Looking to drive your face into the mat with my finishing move the Brooke End

Collared_Brooke:

Hana_Jeong: Your slap cracks across my face. My head jerks to the side and tears instantly fill my eyes. I tremble where I kneel. I have never been handled this roughly before, and the humiliation burns almost as much as the pain. Because you are holding my hair, I don’t fall. My body stays upright on my knees while you keep my head pulled up. Tears run down my cheeks. I sob openly now. “P-please…” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Put me out of my misery, Brooke…” My shoulders shake while I cry. “Finish me… please…” You pull me back by the wrists. My body stretches helplessly as I am forced upright by my hair. When your knee drives into my upper back and neck, a broken groan escapes my throat. “Ughhh!” My body is held there for a moment, bent and helpless. Then you shove forward. My face slams into the mat. “AAH!” The impact jolts through my whole body. My arms go limp and my strength completely disappears. I collapse forward from my knees, my body folding down onto the canvas. My hips remain raised slightly while my chest and face press into the mat. A string of drool hangs from my mouth as I lie there barely moving. My arms hang weakly beside me, my breathing slow and uneven as I remain face down on the mat, completely finished.

Collared_Brooke: I drive you into the mat, the ring rumbling under us both. I throw your arms to the mat as I keep my knee dug into your neck as I raise my arms with a smile on my face. I pull my knee off you as I get up to my feet. I walk down to your legs and violently pull them off the mat as I aggressively roll you to your back. I lift your legs up and bend them over your upper body. Laying my thighs against yours as my hands push your ankles up over your head. I lean my weight into you as the ref comes in to count...1....2....

Collared_Brooke:

Hana_Jeong: My face is pressed against the mat after the move. I barely move as you get up. When you grab my legs and pull them up, my body rolls onto my back without resistance. My arms lie limp on the canvas. My face shows the pain I have been through. My eyes are half closed, my mouth slightly open, and there is still drool on my lips. You fold my legs over my body and press them down while leaning your weight into the pin. I don’t react My arms remain flat on the mat. My legs stay folded where you put them. I am completely knocked out. I don’t even try to kick out. The referee could count to a hundred and I still wouldn’t move.

Hana_Jeong:

Collared_Brooke: The ref hits 3 and i remain in my position on you. shifting my body to more of a sitting position as I tell the ref to grab my belt. She hands me the belt and i sit up holding it high. I lift my legs and cross them as I sit with an arrogant grin on top of your folded body. I finally get up and place my boot on your cheek. I wipe it off like you are a doormat as I pose above you. I i then reach down and grab your boot as i drag you towards the ropes. I i hope out of the ring and lift you onto my shoulders. I i hang your feet in front on my and allows your face to hang behind me. I pick up my championship and lay it across your beated body. letting it rest over your ass. I start to walk up the ramp, your face boucing off my ass as i strut up the aisle your fun is done in the ring, now i claim my trophy outside the ring I wink into the camera as i head behind the curtain yt or end

Hana_Jeong: Everything feels distant after the three count. I barely react while you sit on top of me with the belt. My body stays folded and limp on the mat. My chest rises slowly while sweat and drool mix on my face. When you put your boot on my cheek and wipe it, I don’t resist. My head just rolls slightly to the side. You grab my boot and drag me. My body slides across the canvas without strength to help myself. The next thing I feel is the world shifting. You lift me onto your shoulders. My body hangs there helplessly. My arms dangle toward the floor and my legs bounce weakly in front of you. My head hangs down behind your back, my hair brushing against your gear as you walk. I barely know where I am. Everything feels blurry and distant. I only slowly realize that I’m being carried away from the ring. You look strong and fresh, the championship across my beaten body, while I am a complete mess of sweat, grime, and drool on my face. My arms sway slightly with each step you take up the ramp. I groan weakly, barely conscious, realizing that even after the match is over you are going to claim me as your bitch