Superstar Squash Women

Brooke_Yobidashi: my music hits and I walk onto the stage, not even showing off for the fans. I have an angry scowl on my face, looking for revenge against Aditi. Being 1-1 with her, although she got the last win and hasn't shut up about it. Then she blamed me for losing our 2-1 match against Mackenzie. I storm down the aisle with my eyes laser focused on the ring and goals to win this rubber match and end this feud by tossing her in the trash can with anything goes rules

Brooke_Yobidashi:

SkinnybitchAditi: I pace near the the entrance hall, not even pretending to stay back… the second your music hits and you step out, that smug walk starting again, something in me just snaps… “no… no way you get this moment…after how pathetic you were in our match against Mackenzie ” I mutter, before suddenly jumping through the curtains and rushing straight up the ramp toward you…moving fast, heart pounding as I cut you off mid entrance… and without a second of hesitation I swing a wild forearm right at your back, trying to catch you completely off guard… “YOU DON’T GET AN ENTRANCE!” I yell as I lunge in, grabbing at your hair and trying to drag you down onto the ramp, immediately unloading frantic punches, not clean or controlled… just pure anger and desperation as I try to ruin your entrance and start this fight on my terms…

SkinnybitchAditi:

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Yobidashi: my mind is focused on the ring, focused on my moment of making my entrance. The spot light blinding me from the front. Then suddenly the fans see me falling forward and hunch over. You sneak up in the darkness behind me. Fists swinging wildly into the back of my head. My stride turns into a stumble as I reach the end of the ramp. You grab my hair to hold me in place from behind. Leaving me wide open and helpless against your punches. The fifth one to the back of my head finally sends me to my knees as I reach out for the barricade at ringside

SkinnybitchAditi: I see you barely holding yourself up on the barricade and there is no sympathy in me...just pure hatred… I tighten my grip in your hair and yank your head back, breathing heavy… then without hesitation I drive you forward… THUD… your forehead smashing straight into the barricade… I don’t stop… I pull you back again and slam you forward a second time… THUD… louder… more force… my arms shaking but I keep going… “you embarrassed me...called me a trash can bitch huh?” I growl through clenched teeth… dragging you back just to slam you again… THUD… over and over… no rhythm… just rage… your body going more limp each time as you struggle to stay up… By the next one I’m almost dragging your weight, but I still force your head forward again into the steel, pressing you there after impact… my chest heaving against your back as I keep you pinned to the barricade by your hair… “We will see who the REAL TRASH CAN BITCH IS!!” I howl , giving one last rough shove into the barricade before finally letting your body sag, already trying to keep you completely overwhelmed before you can even fight back…I eye the trash can just beside the ring side..."No no...too early, she gotta be punished first!" I think to myself sadistically

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Yobidashi: I reach my hands out for the barricade looking to pull myself to my feet. I see it for help, you see it as a weapon. My scalp burns as you tighten your grip on my hair. My neck strains as you pull me backwards. Then you violently throw my head forward. I hit the railing with a thud so loud It could be mistaken for the fireworks that didn't go off for my entrance. The second thud into the rail brings the fans into a stunned silence. My vision blurred, and I already don't know where I am. My arms hanging limp to my sides, and that isn't enough to stop you. You slam my head two more times into the barricade. Each one like a gun shot echoed through the rafters. You finally release me, my head sliding down and leaving a streak of blood across the brightly called SSW logo. I slide down until my body comes to rest, hunched over. My head laying against the rail, blood dropping onto my lap .

SkinnybitchAditi: I stand over you for a second, chest heaving, staring at the blood running down your face… and instead of backing off, I just shake my head with a bitter laugh… crouching down and grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at me… “what… you gonna give up again?” I sneer, voice dripping with anger… “just lik you did against Mackenzie… huh?” I don’t even wait for you to answer… my grip tightens in your hair again as I suddenly stand and drive my boot straight into your face, a hard, ugly stomp that snaps your head back against the barricade… Before you can even slump properly, I grab you by the hair and arm, dragging your limp body up… struggling a bit but fueled by pure rage as I haul you toward the ring… I shove you under the bottom rope roughly, your body sliding across the canvas… then I climb in right after, not giving you a second to breathe, already stalking toward you again, ready to keep this beating going inside the ring…

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Yobidashi: Blood runs from my hair line, its already covering my face, when you lift my head it causes it to run back. Instantly leaving a red trail through my blonde hair. I breath heavily as I look at you and you berate me for submitting in our match against Mackenzie. My left eye pasted shut by a string of dried blood. I inhale a deep breath looking to spit a wad of blood into your face. Before I can your boot rocks my head, slamming it against the rail. Causing me to swallow and choke on the mouthful of my own blood. I gag and cough as the kick knocked me for a loop. You grab my hair and drag my nearly dead weight into the ring. You toss me under the bottom rope. My body slides into the ring, hydroplaning on my own blood like a slip and slide. Coming to rest finally near the center of the ring. Laying face down as I continue to cough, gasp, and gag

SkinnybitchAditi: The second your body slides across the canvas and just… stays there… the whole arena shifts… the noise drops into this uneasy murmur… they didn’t expect it to get this ugly this fast… And I just stand there for a second, staring at you… chest rising and falling… something in my eyes not right… not hesitation… just more anger building… “this is what you did to us!!!” I mutter, almost to myself… before I suddenly step forward again I grab a fistful of your blood soaked hair and drag you up just enough before driving my knee straight into your face… snapping your head back down to the mat… then again… a second knee… less clean, more desperate… my smaller body struggling but forcing it through anyway… The crowd gets louder now… but it’s mixed… some shouting for me to stop… some just stunned… I don’t stop. I shove you onto your back with a rough push and look down at you, breathing hard… then I back up a few steps… eyes locked on your barely moving body… and suddenly rush forward, trying to stomp down hard onto your stomach, putting all my weight into it… not precise… just raw frustration… trying to crush whatever fight you have left out of you “YOU DON’T GET TO QUIT ON ME AGAIN!” I yell, voice cracking as I stand over you putting all my meager weight over you, still not done… clearly nowhere near done…

Brooke_Yobidashi: my body lay still in the middle of the ring,almost motionless except for the occasional rising of my body as I breathe. With my life less body and the trail of blood, this could be mistaken for a crime scene. You reach forward and grab my hair, pulling me to my knees. Then you drive your knee directly into my face. My neck snaps back, a fountain of blood and sweat flings through the air and splatters the mat. Then you hit a second one. This one wild and my body reaction is in kind. My head snapping back, my hair painting the canvas like a brush. The splatter leaving the ring like a Jackson Pollock painting. My body finally coming to rest on my back. My legs crossed over each other. You step back then rush forward and stomp hard on my stomach. I feel my floating rib shift, a high pinched scream leaves my lungs. The air squashed out of me and I can't bring anymore in as you stand on me. I didn't say I quit. But that is only because I am not capable in my current condition

SkinnybitchAditi: I hear that broken scream leave you and instead of backing off… I just breathe harder… almost feeding off it… my eyes flick to the corner… then back to you… and something ugly settles in I grab your ankle and drag you across the mat toward the turnbuckle, your body barely responding, leaving behind a trail of scarlet as it bumps along… once we reach the corner I let go and immediately start clawing at the padding… fingers fumbling, ripping at the straps until the turnbuckle cover comes loose… tossing it aside to reveal the hard steel underneath The crowd reacts instantly… louder now… a mix of shock and anticipation… I turn back to you, grabbing your hair again and hauling you up just enough…… I pull your head back and then slam it forward into the exposed steel… a sharp, sickening impact that echoes… I pause for just a second… then look out at the crowd… raising my free hand, waving them on… almost demanding noise… Then I do it again… dragging you back and smashing your head into the turnbuckle a second time… harder… sloppier… “COME ON!” I shout, voice cracking as I wave again, the crowd getting louder now… And I keep going… pulling you back just to slam you forward again and again… each hit more desperate than the last

Brooke_Yobidashi: You literally stand on my stomach in the middle of the ring as you plot your next devious plan. My legs lift slightly off the mat as I try to lessen the pressure of your weight. You finally step off my and I literally breathe a painful sigh of relief. Then I feel myself getting drug across the ring, by my leg, on my back. You reach the corner and let me lay as you untie the turn buckle pad. As you do I mange to roll to my stomach and I crawl to your boot. My face laying against it as I try to pull myself up. My mouth trembling as I try to say something. Words that I just can't put together. You aren't interested in what I try to say as you pull me up and slam my head hard into the metal buckle. I feel a sharp pain for just a second, then everything goes dark. My body slouching down against the corner. This does not stop you from slamming my head several more times into the exposed steel. The impact leaving a goose egg on my forehead. You finally stop and release my body. I fall like a wet towel, landing with my head resting against the middle turn buckle. On my knees, completely out

SkinnybitchAditi:

SkinnybitchAditi: I watch you just hang there… completely out… your body slumped in the corner… and somehow it still isn’t enough… my chest rising fast, hands shaking as I step back, running a hand through my hair in frustration… “that’s it…? that’s all you’ve got…?” I mutter, almost disgusted… My eyes drift to the crowd… and suddenly I move, stepping out onto the apron and reaching over the barricade… grabbing a belt from a stunned fan before pulling it free… The reaction is instant… louder… chaotic… I step back into the ring, the belt hanging from my hand as I stare at you… still lifeless in the corner… and then I snap forward, swinging it down across your body… the crack echoing as it lands… I don’t stop… I pull it back and whip it across you again… and again… each strike more reckless than the last… causing red bruise marks to appear all over your body… “YOU DID THIS!” I shout over the noise, voice breaking as I keep lashing out… not controlled… not measured… just raw rage spilling over as I keep whipping you in the corner… refusing to let up, even with you barely able to respond… completely consumed in trying to punish you for everything…

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Yobidashi: my head lays in the corner, the only thing keeping me up at this point. My face displays dried blood, you came here looking for a fight... But you got none, you have been destroying me before we ever got to the ring. And perhaps this has pissed you off even more. You need an outlet for this frustration and you find one from a fan. You take their belt and start using it to whip me. I am so out of it that the first few strikes don't even wake me. By the time the fourth comes my back is already filled with welts. I slowly wake up and feel my back stinging. You don't relent, whipping me over and over, like a dog. I try to push myself from the corner, you continue to reign down. I fall face down on the mat, I crawl on my belly, trying to get away from you. As it's obvious you have no intention on stopping. I see the garbage can on the other side of the ring. I start crawling towards it, maybe I will put myself in it just to get this beating to stop. My back is on fire now, I can feel the air burning my raw skin. Sweat and blood splatters along with a layer of flesh as you whip me. Surely someone must stop you. Another lash comes and I feel the shoulder strap on my top snap from the force. The material just can't take anymore and neither can i Aditi please I whimper weakly before I collapse to the mat...my body trembling. My back bleeding, the top of my tights tattered and worn off

SkinnybitchAditi: I see you barely moving… crawling… trying to get away… and instead of finishing it, something cruel twists in me… I reach down and grab that belt again… my hands working quickly now, looping it around your neck and pulling it tight… not enough to choke you out… just enough to control you “nah… you don’t get to escape…tell the crowd what a PATHETIC LITTLE JOBBER you are!!!” I mutter, yanking you back toward me I take a step… dragging you along the mat… your body scraping weakly behind me… then another… and another… walking you around the ring like you’re nothing but a dog… like you belong on the end of that belt The crowd reacts loud now… a mix of shock and noise as I keep pacing, pulling you along wherever I want… jerking the belt every time you slow down… “look at you…” I sneer, giving another sharp tug that forces you up onto your knees for a second before you collapse again… “this is what you are…” I don’t stop… just keep circling… dragging you past the ropes, past the center of the ring… completely humiliating you, completely in control… not even trying to win… just making sure everyone sees you like this… and making sure you feel every second of it…"Go on Brooke!!! Admit it!! Say who is inferior!!!"

Brooke_Yobidashi: I collapse to the mat, my body beaten and worn. At least you have stopped lashing me and given me time to recover. Or so I thought. I don't even feel you latch the belt around my neck, but I feel myself being drug, You pull me by my neck, dragging me around the ring. I quickly try getting up to all fours, yes this is humiliating, but it's better than being whipped or choked. It's not bad enough the beating you have given me, now you mock me, you want to completely break me. I struggle keeping up as you "walk" me around the ring. Tears fill my eyes as the reality of the situation kicks in. I hang my head and meekly reply " you are better than me Aditit

SkinnybitchAditi: I hear that… those words… it does something ugly in my chest… like all the frustration finally has somewhere to go… I tighten my grip on the belt… dragging you another step before suddenly "THUD!!" my foot snaps forward… kicking sharply into your tiny ass… just enough to jolt you forward on all fours… “Move…” I mutter…I give the belt a tug… forcing your head up just a bit… “LOUDER BITCH!!!” another kick… more impatient this time… “Say it properly… don’t MUMBLE it like that…” I add… making you crawl faster to keep up…

Brooke_Yobidashi: I mumble the words you wanted to hear. And it's still not enough. You tighten the grip on the belt and you kick my ass. My body jolts forward and my head snaps back. You tug the belt again, playing me like a puppet on a string. Another kivkr, just to drive home your point. Without a shred of dignity remaining I lift my head up and loudly say You are better than me Aditi!!!

SkinnybitchAditi: Hearing you finally say it… loud… broken… it should’ve been enough… it should’ve stopped me… …but it doesn’t. My grip tightens on the belt again, my hands shaking as I yank you up just enough to drag you toward the ropes… your body barely helping at all as I force you forward, threading your upper body through the middle rope… your head and shoulders hanging out over the apron… right above that trash can below I step back inside the ring and pull the belt tight across your throat from behind, bracing my foot against your ass for leverage…“say it again…say how much of a loser you are!!” I hiss, voice low and unsteady as I crank harder… Your body hangs there… half in… half out… the ropes cutting into you as I keep pulling… just raw, ugly pressure as I try to choke you out right there… your legs twitching weakly inside the ring while your upper body dangles over the edge The crowd is losing it now… shouting, reacting to how far this has gone… And I don’t let go… I just keep pulling… breathing hard… completely consumed as I try to end this right there with the belt digging in and the ropes adding even more pressure… refusing to release you even for a second…

Brooke_Yobidashi: I swallowed my pride, I admitted you were better than me. How could I not at this point. You have given me one of the worst beatings I have ever received. I would hope that would be enough, but it's not. You drag me towards the ropes. I see the garbage can. I remember the rule of the match, one final humiliation and it's over. I prepare myself to take the fall into the can. A fitting end as you have treated me like trash the entire match. You push me through the middle rope and I look to the can, then I feel my head jerked backwards. You pull the belt tightly around my neck, hanging me from the middle rope. My body flailing, my legs kicking. I reach my hands up and tug at the belt in desperation. You want me to admit again that you are greater than me. Perhaps you want me to admit that I am a much more pathetic jobber than you. You may want me to admit it, but I can't even take a breath, let alone speak. I dangle from the ropes, clawing at the belt, my arms keep getting weaker. My eye lids close, foam begins to run from my mouth. My arms fall limp to my sides, my legs hang lifeless. My chest exposed thanks to my torn tights, some welts on display across my chest from your wild belt swings. My tongue hangs out of my mouth as my lifeless body swings back and forth. The arena goes deathly silent, the only sounds heard are the clicking of my boot off the rim of the garbage can

SkinnybitchAditi: I feel your body go completely limp against the belt… your weight just hanging there… and instead of stopping, I smirk… my grip tightening for just a second more before I finally let go. I place one final dismissive kick on your tush, your body drops straight down… slipping through the ropes… and crashing into the trash can below, metal clanging loudly as it tips and rattles with you inside it . The sound echoes through the arena… and then the crowd erupts… I lean over the ropes, breathing hard, looking down at you crumpled in the can… a cruel smile creeping across my face as I shake my head “there it is…” I say, voice dripping with mockery… “told you that’s where you belong…RIGHT IN THE TRASH” I tap the side of the ropes lightly, almost casual now after everything… staring down at you like it’s finally done… like I got exactly what I wanted… watching you lie there in the trash where I forced you to end up… I drop down onto the floor from the ring....laugh at you mercilessly and kick the can once for good measure

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Yobidashi: I hang from the ropes, not moving, dried blood on my face, welts across my body. A makeshift collar around my neck. Perhaps I deserve this for all the abuse I put you through since you arrived in SSW. Whatever your reasoning you have more than proven your point. You released the belt and I drop lifeless into the can with a thud. The fans going crazy at the massacre they have just witnessed. I lay in the can like a heap of trash. Beaten, but my humiliation finally over as you have officially won. You have nothing more to prove, You rightfully gloat and celebrate. As I lay helpless in the can. You come out and give it a kick. Knocking the can on it's side with me inside it

SkinnybitchAditi: I step down beside you as the can lies tipped over… your body spilling halfway out of it… completely limp… and somehow even that doesn’t feel like enough I grab the rim of the can and force it back upright, shoving your upper body back inside it roughly like you belong there… your legs still hanging out awkwardly over the edge The crowd is loud again… reacting to every second I grab your ankle and lift your leg up… then the other… folding you fully into the trash can, stuffing you down inside it until you’re crumpled in there… “stay… right there…” I mutter coldly Then I reach down and grab the lid… pausing just a second so the crowd can see you packed inside like nothing… before I slam the lid down on top of you A loud metallic CLANG echoes I press my foot on top of the lid, standing there over you… trapping you inside… raising one arm to the crowd as they react loudly… completely owning the moment now…"TRASH IN THE BIN!!!! WHERE SHE SHOULD BE!!"