Superstar Squash Women

SkinnybitchAditi: I step into the ring and go straight to the center in my blue bra and shorts, standing tall and staring at the entrance. No pacing, no nerves this time. I roll my shoulders once, crack my neck slightly, and raise my hands, completely ready. “Come on, Brooke…” I mutter, a small, confident smirk on my face. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

SkinnybitchAditi:

Collared_Brooke: I walk to.the ring with a serious look on my face. Ready to shut down the tiny pip squeak who has been a pain for too long. I head to the center of the ring and greet you with a shove. Not even bothering to head to my corner or wait for the bell

Collared_Brooke:

SkinnybitchAditi: The shove catches me off guard for a split second… my small frame stumbling back a step, but I don’t fall. My eyes snap right back up to you, that brief shake quickly turning into irritation. “Still jumping me before the bell, huh…?” I mutter, jaw tightening. I step right back in, not backing down this time. I shove you back, harder than you expect from me, trying to stand my ground in the center. And before you can react, I lunge forward, going straight for a quick forearm smash to your chest, trying to strike first and not let you bully me around like before.

Collared_Brooke: I smirk as I shove you and you go stumbling back. My arrogance and confidence overflowing already as I let my guard down. I am not expecting what comes next. You charge forward with a forearm. Nailing me in the chest. The force hard and surprising as I stumbled backwards. Stumbling far enough back that I hit the ropes. Looking at you in surprise

SkinnybitchAditi: I straighten up, brushing my hair back witth a smug look. “Yeah…..not so easy this time, huh?” Seeing you still a bit stunned, I dont hesitate, I rush in again, way more aggressive now. I swing another forearm toward your chest to keep you on the ropes, then quickly grab your wrist, trying to whip you across the ring with an Irish whip, putting everything I have into it to keep the momentum going.

Collared_Brooke: still caught off guard by how aggressive you are, I don't have time to react before the second forearm hits. It sends me bouncing off the ropes as I gasp for air. You then grab my arm and whip me across the ring. I rebound off the opposite ropes and head towards you. Looking to leap in the air as I get close, hoping to hit you with a drop kick

SkinnybitchAditi: I steady myself in the center, eyes locked on you as you rebound toward me. As you leap for the dropkick, I dont panic this time. I read it. At the last second, I shift smoothly to the side and dip my body just enough, letting your boots cut through empty air. You crash onto the mat behind me, and I turn immediately. “Too predictable…” I say. I step in without hesitation and drive a quick stomp into your midsection, then another, keeping the pressure on while you’re down, trying to stay in control of the pace.

Collared_Brooke: I leap up confident I can hit the drop kick and knock you on your skinny ass. Instead my feet feel nothing but air, I fly right by you before I crash to the mat with a thud. As soon as I hit you are right on me. Stomping my stomach as I grunt in frustration and pain. Rolling to the ropes with my face turning red

SkinnybitchAditi: I watch you roll to the ropes, holding your stomach. My eyes stay locked on you, confidence clear now. “Awww what's wrong Brooke…” I mutter. I grab your ankle and pull you back to the center, not letting you escape. Then I quickly drop an elbow straight into your stomach, making sure you feel it. Before you can recover, I grab your legs, step over, and flip forward into a simple Boston crab, sitting back and pulling hard, keeping you trapped and under control.

Collared_Brooke: I roll to the ropes trying to create some space. Your flurry definitely not something I was prepared for. You grab my ankle and I reach up for the middle rope. My hand completely misses the rope as you drag me into the center of the ring. I scream out as you drop the elbow on my stomach. As I reach up to clutch my stomach you grab my legs and twist me over into the boston crab. My back and legs straining as you sit down and apply pressure. I reach my arms put looking for the ropes, which are nowhere near me. I try pushing up on my hands. Hoping to crawl to the ropes as you bend my back

SkinnybitchAditi: I feel you trying to push up, your hands clawing at the mat, trying to crawl. I lean back even more, sitting deeper into the hold, my thin legs shaking but refusing to give up the pressure. A grin spreads across my face as I look down at you struggling beneath me. “Wheres all that confidence now, huh?” I taunt, breathing hard but clearly enjoying this. “You were so sure you'd shut me down… and look at you, cant even reach the ropes.” I pull back harder, arching your back more as you try to crawl. “All that trash talk… and you're stuck under me?” I laugh, a little sharper now. “What happened, Brooke? Losing to someone you used to call a weak jobber?” I shake my head, tightening the hold again as you strain forward. “Go on… crawl like the pathetic weakling you are...hehe”

Collared_Brooke: I claw at the mat, desperate to reach the ropes. Your words hitting me like a ton of bricks. I entered the match with such confidence. And here I am on my stomach, crawling to the ropes.. Crawling while you mock me for doing the only thing that will save me. I inch toward the ropes as you bend my back. The pain painted across my face. I finally get close enough where I can throw my hand out and pull on the bottom rope. My face red, not only from the pain, but the embarrassment that I needed such a desperate act to save me.

SkinnybitchAditi: I feel you finally grab the rope… and I immediately let go, pushing myself up to my feet instead of holding on. No hesitation, no arguing with the ref. I take a step back, brushing my hair out of my face. “Relax… I dont need to bend the rules or cheat to win,” I say, a little mockingly. “Thats your thing, right?” I give you a second, just enough to make it sting, before stepping back in. As you’re still half hanging on the ropes, trying to recover, I suddenly grab your wrist and shoulder, pulling you forward off them. In one smooth motion, I duck under your arm, hook your head, and spin through, dropping down into a quick swinging neckbreaker, snapping you down to the mat hard. I sit up right after, breathing heavier but still composed, glancing down at you. “Stay down…” I say, already shifting to press the advantage as you lie there stunned.

Collared_Brooke: I can't even look at the fans in the front row. I brush my air so it covers my shame filled face. You break the hold then drive in the point about beating me fair and square. You are playing mind games and you are without a doubt winning. I use the ropes to pull myself up to my knees. My one arm still on the middle rope as you yank the other. Before I process what is happening you hook my head. Spinning me around and snapping my neck. I leave out an involuntary gasp as I hit the mat hard. My head bouncing off the canvas as my body lands twisted at the waist. My legs laying over each other on the sides and my arms folded on my chest. I stare straight up at the lights with a blank look on my face. I hear you say something, but I can't make out what it was over the ringing in my ears

SkinnybitchAditi: I sit up slowly, chest rising and falling as I look down at you… completely still, eyes glazed, not even reacting anymore. I push myself up to my feet, brushing my hair back and glancing out toward the crowd, then toward the side where Jillian is watching. “You watching this Jillian?” I say under my breath, almost to her. “I’ve got this.” I reach down and grab you, dragging your limp body a little closer to the corner before letting you fall flat on your back, perfectly positioned. You dont even resist… and that just fuels me more. I turn and head to the corner, climbing up the ropes quickly but carefully. My slim frame steadies itself on the top turnbuckle, arms out slightly for balance as I look down at you laid out beneath me. “This ends it…” I whisper. Taking a breath, I launch myself, arching back into a clean, graceful moonsault, just like I’ve seen Jillian execute over and over. For a moment Im weightless… then I come crashing down across your body, the impact knocking whatever air you had left right out of you. I hook your leg immediately, pressing you down into the mat, my heart pounding as I hold the pin tight, making sure Jillian sees it, making sure everyone sees it.

Jillian_Mercer: I do indeed see it and smirk, raising a brow as you look at me.

Collared_Brooke: the lights above the ring are blinking and spinning, putting on a show that only I can see. My body twisted in a heap until you grab my limp arm, dragging me exactly where you want me near the corner. You get me in place, my arms and legs falling limp to my sides. My eyes cross as I try to focus my blurry vision. I try to figure out what the hell happened when suddenly those lights above me go dark. Eclipsed by the body of a flying Aditi, you hit a picture perfect moonsault. My body absorbs the full weight of yours. My legs jetting up in the àir from impact , right into your hands as you hook them. My vision immediately goes black as my remaining air is pushed from my lungs. My body goes lifeless as you press onto me and the ref comes down to count the pin....1.....2....3.....

SkinnybitchAditi: I step over you and plant my foot hard across your chest, pinning you there as I stand tall, one arm raised. A cold smile spreads across my face. “Look at you…” I mutter, shaking my head. “Flat on your back… not moving… out cold.” I press my foot down a little more, grinding it in just to prove the point. “All that arrogance… all that ‘I’m gonna teach you some manners…” I scoff, crouching slightly so I’m closer to your face. “You didn’t teach me anything. You got taught!!” I tap your cheek lightly with my foot, almost dismissive. “And this?” I gesture to myself. “This is the girl you called a weak jobber.” I laugh, sharper now, standing back up and dragging my foot slowly across your chest before stepping off. “Say it again now… go on…” I mock, knowing you can’t respond. “Oh right. you can’t. Because you’re laid out.” I turn slightly, raising my arms again, but I glance back down at you one more time, eyes cold. “Next time you step in here with me… remember this.”. With that I walk off the ring, waving to the fans!!