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Aditi Vs Brooke Hair Match

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SkinnybitchAditi

Brooke Williams

Brooke_Williams: my music hits and I stroll down the aisle. I determined look on my face. I haven't been right since our trash can match. The beating and lose sent me on a horrible decline. And I have even tried to be nice to you and you continue to bully me. Now we have agreed to put our hair on the line, hair vs hair. The ultimate humiliation for the loser. I climb through the ropes. Wearing my blue attire, I run my fingers through my hair as I head to my corner. I look up the ramp nervously, I want to defeat you...because I don't know if I can take more humiliation from you. However I am fully aware that you have had my number. I sigh deeply as I await your entrance

Brooke_Williams:

SkinnybitchAditi: My music hits and I step out without hesitation… red gear hugging my thin frame as I walk down the ramp like I own the place, a slow smirk spreading across my face the moment I see you waiting. I take my time, dragging my fingers through my own hair deliberately… almost taunting… before pointing straight at you and laughing under my breath. Sliding into the ring, I don’t even go to my corner… I walk straight up to you, eyes locked, that cocky grin not leaving for a second. “You really think you’re walking out with that?” I say, flicking a strand of your blonde hair between my fingers… “I’m going to leave you bald and crying… little bitch!!!” Before you can even react, my hand snaps across your face ...SMACK.... a sharp, disrespectful slap that echoes through the ring. I then step back to my corner...waiting for the bell to ring....

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Williams: I try to play it off...but you are already in my head. You have Been for awhile, even more so since the beating you have given me in our last match. I still have nightmares about the trash can. Now here you are, in my face, taunting me once again with your hair. I reach up to taunt you with mine and you slap the taste out of my mouth. The crowd gasping as the sound echoed throughout the building. My head snaps to the side and I stumble back a step. I reach up and hold my buzzing cheek as you turn to walk away. I look on in anger at you and charge towards you. Looking to spear you as you back into the corner

SkinnybitchAditi: I barely get a step away before I hear your feet pounding behind me… and the moment I turn, you are already charging straight at me. You crash into me and drive me hard into the corner, the impact knocking the air out of my chest as my body buckles against the turnbuckles.....I cling to you for a second, trying to steay myself, then tilt my head with a crooked, taunting despite the pain as my fingers tangle into your hair and yank sharply, trying to pull you off me. “Thats it…?” I mutter, voice edged and mocking even as I struggle, “You hit like a wet noodle bitch!!!”....

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Williams: my spear connected as I drive you to the corner. Though you still keep on the mental games, trying to act like it didn't phase you. I try to stand up but your fingers are in my hair and my head is yanked back. I grunt in pain as I ball my fist. Aiming a right to your stomach you obsessed with my hair bitch? You won't have any of your own after the match

SkinnybitchAditi: Your fist thuds into my stomach and it does hit....my body jerks.... a breath hitching out as I fold slightly over you.....but I refuse to give you that satisfaction, my grip tightening in your hair instead of letting go. I grit my teeth, forcing myself upright even as my stomach aches, that same cruel smirk creeping back onto my face as I yank your head back again, keeping you trapped close. “Obsessed?” I whisper harshly, shaking a little but still defiant, “No… I'm just deciding how its gonna look on the mat…hehehe....hngggghhh!!” My free hand presses against your shoulder, trying to shove you back down and kill your momentum...

Brooke_Williams: my fist hits, and I see you double over, a bit of hope hits me. This was more offense than I got in our last match. However any hint of celebration is short lived. Instead of pain on your face I see that same cocky grin...why is this woman so cruel... And why can't I do anything to stop her??? The thoughts fill my mind and serve to distract me...just enough for you to push on my shoulder. It's not too hard but it's enough to send me stumbling backwards, tripping on my own feet and falling onto my ass. Leaving several strands of my hair hanging from your fingers. I reach up and grab my scalp, hoping this isn't a sign of things to come

SkinnybitchAditi: I see you on the mat clutching your head… and those strands of blonde hair hanging from my fingers… something in me just locks in. My shaky breath turns into a cruel laugh as I slowly raise my hand, letting the loose strands dangle in front of your face. “That’s just the start…” I murmur, my voice low and cutting as I step toward you again. I grab a fistful of your blonde hair and yank you forward off the mat, your body barely able to keep up as I drag you a step before forcing you face first back down. My knee presses hard between your shoulders, keeping you pinned as I lean over you.....“Look at you…” I mutter, tightening my grip and grinding your face against the canvas, dragging it side to side like you are nothing but dirt under me...."You are nothing but a mop....a raggedy old cloth to clean the floor with...well not even that to be honest!!!"

Brooke_Williams: I reach up from my sitting position, trying to reach for the strands of my hair...as if I could put them back in or something... As I reach up I feel my head jerked forward. You pull my hair again and drag me forward. I grimace in pain as I fall face down on the canvas. Your knee pushing into my shoulder and presses my face to the mat. You drag my head and face back and forth across the canvas. Using my hair as a mop. All I can think is how much it will need to wash it after the match as you drag it across the dirty ring. My face also getting brush burns as it is driven into the mat

SkinnybitchAditi: I tighten my grip in your hair again....dragging you across the ring with nothing but that hold.... your body sliding helplessly along the canvas behind me as I walk, step by step, forcing you to follow. “How does the mat taste little girl???” I mutter, giving your hair another sharp tug just to hear you react. Then I suddenly stop and yank you up just enough before dropping back, planting my foot firmly against your lower back and pulling both your arms back with mine, hooking them tight as I lean away, forcing you into a deep surfboard stretch. “Scream for me little bitch!!!!” I shout, pulling harder, “You are going to lose everything anyway…”

Brooke_Williams: my scalp burns as you tighten your grip around my hair, but that is nothing compared to what follows. You pull on my hair, almost using it as a leash to walk me behind you like a dog. The only thing... I am not walking or even crawling... I am being drug by the hair, my scalp feeling on fire as you tug, my face being drug across the mat. My lips brushing the coarse canvas as I scream in pain. This crazy bitch is determined to yank my hair out during the match. You see my lips brushing the ring and ask about the taste. Very bitter would be my response if I could speak. Although I can't form words over the pain in my skull, dammed if I don't feel more strands of my hair breaking. Then I suddenly fall forward as you drop me. I feel relief in my scalp but feel your foot on my back... I reach back attempting to swat your foot off me, and your grab my wrists. Pulling me back into a surfboard. The brings about more screaming as my entire upper body strains

SkinnybitchAditi: I hold the stretch for a few more seconds, as I lean back and force you to arch, listening to you scream… and then suddenly I let go..."Oops!!!" I release your wrists and shove forward at the same time, sending your body snapping down hard onto the canvas with a brutal thud..... that same cruel look stays on my face as I look down at you sprawled out. “What a little pushover!!!” I mutter under my breath, nudging you with my foot before stepping around you, already reaching down again like I’m not even close to done with you.

Brooke_Williams: my back and neck burning in pain as you pull me back in a direction the body isn't supposed to bend. If this was a normal match I might have considered submitting. Although to submit now... I wouldn't even think of it. Although that isn't an issue anyway as you release the hold, not just release, but push me forward. I hit the mat with a thud, hard enough that my teeth clang together. The force pushing the air from my lungs as I hit the ring. You nudge me with your foot, and I reach out grabbing for your boot...wondering if an apology would call the whole thing off at this point

SkinnybitchAditi: I feel your hand weakly wrap around my boot and I pause, looking down at you sprawled there, chest heaving… and then I just let out a short, mocking laugh. I don’t pull away right away… instead I slowly press my foot down a little more, forcing your grip to tighten as I tilt my head. “What are you grabbing my foot for…?” I ask, voice dripping with sarcasm, giving your head a small nudge with the side of my boot. “Awwww....Gonna beg already little bitch??”

Brooke_Williams: I pull forward using your boot, my face dragging along the crisp leather. My head burning from your hair pulling, my back and neck buzzing from how you pulled my spine in the surf board. The visions of our previous matches playing in my head. I don't know why, but you are my weakness... This match is not going anyway I had hoped. I hear your mocking laugh as I pull pathetically at your boot please Aditi.... Please don't go through with this... I'm sorry

SkinnybitchAditi: I look down at you clinging to my boot, begging… a slow, cruel smile spreads across my face. “Ohhh… you are sorry?” I say, dragging the words out mockingly, tilting my head like I’m actually considering it. “Wow… that changes EVERYTHING, doesn’t it hehehe” I glance down at my boot, lifting it slightly and inspecting the sole like it suddenly matters more than you. “Damn… look at this… all dirty…guess you dirtied the floor more than clean it little bitch!!” I murmur, before lowering it right onto your head, pressing it into your blonde hair and slowly dragging it across. I grind it in, wiping the sole through your hair, back and forth. “Its fine though…” I continue casually, “You always wanted to be a brunette anyway, right hehe!!?” I give one more slow scrape of my boot through your hair before lifting it slightly, looking down at the mess I’ve made...your golden flowing locks...all black now. “There… already looks better.”

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Williams: I look up to you hoping for mercy... Instead I see that cruel smile return to your face and I swallow hard. Knowing it means trouble for me. And I soon find out how, you lift your boot and I see the dirt on the sole... Then you begin to lower it and I lower my head. At first I was thinking you were going to push the disgusting dirty sole into my face, instead you force my face back to the mat again. Then you push my hair to the canvas and use it to wipe your boots. The dirt and grime getting transferred to my hair...including some used gum which causes my hair to get stuck to the mat for a bit. I lay on my stomach kicking my legs and sobbing into the mat. I reach up and feel the bits of dirt in my hair trying to brush it out with my fingers. Though my left index finger gets stuck in a natted strand . getting my left arm stuck there

SkinnybitchAditi: I see you tangled up, one hand stuck in that mess of hair and gum.. ""Pathetic as always Brooke!!!" … I grab both your legs suddenly and yank them back hard, dragging your lower body off the mat while you’re still trapped up top. At the same time, I step forward and plant my foot down....right across your stuck arm and the mess of your hair..pinning you in place as your body bends awkwardly between the two points....pulling your legs higher into a brutal....uneven lion tamer, using your own trapped arm and hair to keep you from moving at all. “Now where are you going bitch!!!” I mutter, giving another sharp pull to deepen the bend. “You did this to yourself...you can't stop being pathetic...its like you are born this way” I hold it there, shaking slightly from the effort but not letting go...."You know what to do bitch....submit like you always do!!!"

Brooke_Williams: I yank at my hand, which causes me to just pull at my own hair. My fingers stuck in the knot and gum in my hair. As I struggle with this you yank my legs off the mat. Bending and twisting my body in a lion tamer. My legs and body bent, then you push your foot down. Planting it directly on my trapped arm. You shake back and forth, twisting and bending my body from side to side. My back arched, my arm pressed under your foot. I feel the bones in my elbow crunching under your boot. I feel like any more pressure might possibly break my arm. I lift my head up for a second and reveal the tears running down my face as I openly weep. I then bury my face in the mat and scream loud enough to vibrate the ring floor. Then with my free hand I begin to tap on the mat quickly and repeatedly

SkinnybitchAditi: I feel you tapping… fast, desperate… but I don't let go, I lean back harder instead, holding the lion tamer in for a few more cruel seconds, my foot grinding down on your trapped arm and hair as your body shakes beneath me. “Too late…” I mutter through clenched teeth, dragging it out just enough to make you feel it before I finally release. I let your legs drop and immediately step forward..... THUD...driving a sharp stomp down onto the side of your head, forcing your face back into the mat as you lie there broken and crying. I stand over you, chest rising and falling, then slowly raise my arms, a twisted grin spreading across my face. Without another word, I step out of the ring, disappearing for a moment before coming back with a trimmer in one hand… and the jobber championship belt in the other. I slide back under the ropes, holding both up for the crowd to see, then looking down at you with that same cruel satisfaction. “You know what comes next right dear Brooke??” I say coldly, nudging you with my foot again.....

Brooke_Williams: I tap out hoping to end my misery, knowing that you have beaten me once again. Although that isn't enough as you keep the hold locked on making me suffer more. You finally released me and I fall to the mat, sobbing, my finger still stuck in my hair. I am already humiliated and I know what is coming next. You leave the ring and return with the trimmer... But also your jobber championship. I still keep my face down trying to hide my shame. You return to the ring and nudge me with your foot. I slowly get up to my knees and wipe tears from my eyes. I look up to you and plead please Aditi... You don't have to do this. I will treat you with the respect you deserve from now on...I promise

SkinnybitchAditi: I look down at you on your knees, begging again. “Respect… now?” I mutter, crouching in front of you, tilting your chin up with my fingers just to see your face properly. “You should have thought about that long before hon!!!`” My eyes flick to your hand still tangled in your hair, and without warning I grab your wrist and rip it free, ignoring the strands that come out with it as you jolt in pain. I hold those loose strands up for a second, smirking, then let them fall to the mat. “You are doing half the job for me anyways…” I walk behind you, one hand gripping whats left of your messy, dirt streaked hair to keep your head still as I bring the trimmer up with the other. Just slow, deliberate cruelty as I press it against your hairline. “Don't worry...you are gonna look so pretty...BALD BITCH BROOKE!! HAHAHAHA” I exclaim before flicking it on and dragging it through......letting uneven chunks fall away onto the canvas.... not even trying to make it neat......just taking it all while you are forced to sit there and feel every second of it.

Brooke_Williams: I kneel before you, gazing up into your eyes, hoping for some mercy. Thinking that just maybe you have humiliated me enough. As I kneel before you, pain written on my face, my hair dirty, knotted. My left finger still stuck in it. It's not possible for me to look much more pathetic... Or so I think, you violently rip my finger from my head and the clump of hair comes with it. The burning returns to my scalp and tears to my eyes. You move behind me as I hear the buzzing. Then I feel the swipe through my hair followed by a cool breeze on my head. I see a strain of my hair dropping to the mat, followed by another. I begin to tremble and openly weep. Thinking this can't actually be happening to me

SkinnybitchAditi: I watch you break in front of me, shaking, crying…. “Still think this isn’t happening?” I murmur coldly, grabbing the back of your now bald head and forcing you forward, pushing you down to the mat again. I kneel over you, keeping you pinned as I scoop up a few of the loose golden strands scattered on the canvas, holding them up in front of your face. “This is what you were so proud of…” I say mockingly, before shoving them toward your mouth, pressing down on the back of your head to force you to eat them “Go on… ]bitch…tell me how it tastes!!!”

SkinnybitchAditi:

Brooke_Williams: I look.around the ring through my tears...hearing the laughter, seeing the phones out taking pictures. I have lost plenty of times in the ring. Been humiliated in ways I don't even want to think about now. But here I am, having my head and dignity shaved away row by row. I don't even consider fighting it. I agreed to the terms, and it's not like I could anyway. You have totally destroyed what was left of my spirit, and my spine..literally and figuratively. As I get lost in my thoughts you shove a handful of my hair in my mouth. I feel the brisk air on my head and I reason that my hair is now gone as I begin munching on the sweat and dirt soaked hair in .y mouth. Wishing this nightmare would soon end

SkinnybitchAditi: I watch you chew those last strands, trembling and broken, and something in me finally settles… like I have taken everything I wanted from you. “There… now it’s done…” I mutter, almost casually, before my eyes flick to the mat where the jobber championship lies. I bend down, picking it up and weighing it in my hands for a second… then without warning...CRACK..... swing it forward, smashing it into the back of your head. I stand over you as you collapse, breathing steady now, looking down at your limp form… then toss the belt down onto your back, letting it rest there like it belongs. “There you go…” I say with a cruel little laugh, nudging you slightly with my foot. “Congratulations on being the jobber champ for this month!!!!” I wave one final time to the crowd before sliding down from the ring and walking off

Brooke_Williams: I kneel before you, broken, beaten, battered and BALD. I look up to you with tears in my eyes, continuing to chew my hair. Hoping that you are satisfied and that we are finished here...then CRACK!!! I don't even know what hits me, though I drop in an instant. Falling face down into the pile of my hair scattered in the ring. I lay limp and motionless as you toss the jobber championship on my back. You leave the ring, leaving me alone to wallow in my shame and defeat. Having lost my hair..but gaining a championship in the process. ''

Published: 13 days ago, viewed 58 times.

Comments

Tiffany Rain (deleted member)

6 days ago

Hot match ladies love the change of ideas with a hair vs hair match, Brooke needs to get her revenge and shave Aditi bald soon

Brooke Williams