Superstar Squash Women

 Devilgirl_Aria: I challenged Viraa to a fight after she recently told Lucy that facing me couldn't be that hard. I’m not letting that slide. I walk up to the ring and climb through the ropes in my bikini. I put on my "bitch face" and wait for my opponent. She’s going to regret making such a condescending remark about me.

 Devilgirl_Aria: bitchface fight outfit

 Viraa: I’ll quickly change in the back. Aria was probably a little offended that I downplayed her fight against Lucy, but whatever. I’m going to show her how to really fight in SSW. One last look in the mirror, and I’ll head to the ring. No music’s playing, and there are only a few spectators, but whatever—I’ll take care of that bitch, and that’ll be that. I’ll step through the ropes and won’t spare you a second glance.

 Viraa:

 Devilgirl_Aria: I watch you step into the ring. Sure, she’s cute and sexy—but that won’t stop me from shutting that sassy mouth of hers. I walk toward you and stop in the center of the ring. I look you up and down, giving you a scornful stare. "Okay, bitch. I’m ready when you are."

 Viraa: I'm standing in front of you, looking up at you a little, and just shrug my shoulders. “Sure, sweetie, but you know it’s going to hurt, right?” I grin at you and pretend to shake your hand, but quickly pull my forearm up and slam it into your chest, then turn around, thrust my hips forward, and am about to land another sidekick right into your ribs.

 Devilgirl_Aria: I nod and say, "Yes, it’s going to hurt. I promise you that." Then you hold out your hand, which surprises me a little. But I don’t want to be unfair; I want to take your hand for a fair fight. But just then, you whip your forearm up and strike me in the chest. Aaaaaaaaaaaaarghhh. I stagger backward, clutching my bosom. Then comes a kick that catches me in the ribs. Since I’m already staggering, it isn’t a heavy blow, but it’s a painful one. Aaaaaaaaaarrghhh. I retreat, unable to believe it. Is Viraa really this strong? Did I pick a fight with the wrong person? I raise my arms into a fighting stance and start circling you, trying to process the pain.

Viraa: My sidekick hits your ribs and you flinch; the kick wasn’t hard, but getting hit in the ribs is always a little painful. I grin at you. “Oh, by the way, Aria, I’m glad to finally get to know you a little better—I’ve heard all sorts of things.” You raise your arms, your face a little tense; I guess you didn’t like the start of this very much. I raise my arms too and walk toward you, take a step toward you, and drop down onto my butt, pull my right leg back, and kick at your extended leg, aiming to hit your straight knee hard.

 Devilgirl_Aria: You come towards me and I tense up; then you drop down and kick towards my knee—I know what's coming as you drop—and I block your kick with my other leg. With a quick pivot, I step between your legs and drive my knee down, right onto your sweet mound. Then I aim to bury my fist in your flat belly.

 Viraa: I extend my right leg, aiming for your knee, but you manage to block it by putting your other leg in the way. “Shit,” I curse under my breath, straightening up, when you kick me between the legs. “Uhhhhrrrrrrrrrrr,” I yelp, my hands automatically reaching between my legs to cover my pussy—you take advantage of this, ramming your knee into my stomach, and I puff out my cheeks, saliva spurting from my mouth as I curl up in pain. “What the hell is going on here…” I groan as your fist also hits my stomach and throws me around. For the first time, I hit the ground, curl up, and hold my stomach.

 Viraa:

 Devilgirl_Aria: I have you pinned to the ground and watch you curl up. You’re holding your pussy, and I crawl over you and sit on your stomach. Your arms drop to your sides so you can hold your pussy; I take advantage of this and pin your arms against your body with my legs. Then I lash out at you like a wild Amazon. My fists bombard your pretty face, and I snarl, "I’m going to beat you to a pulp, you slut."

 Viraa: I'm lying on the floor, doubled over in pain, and you roll me onto my back and start beating me; my arms are pinned between your legs so that I'm defenseless against your blows, my head jerks back with every blow, blood is running from my nose, and my lip is split open. In desperation, I throw my legs up, trying to ram my knee into your back. I gather more momentum and wrap my feet around your neck, trying to pull you off me.

 Devilgirl_Aria: I strike you repeatedly and have you firmly under control. You kick upwards, and I feel your hard knee. Argh! I slide forward, escaping the leg scissors you had around my neck. I giggle and say, "You'll regret that. What's the matter? I thought it was so easy to beat me?" My fist connects with your face again and again, and I stare into your eyes with pure hatred.

 Viraa: My knees hit your back, but you slide forward and lean toward me, so I no longer have a chance to lock in a leg lock. “Oh damn, that was just too fast,” I cry out, your punches keep raining down on my face, and right now I really don’t want to have to look in a mirror. I tug at my arms, trying to pull them up, and with my right arm I manage to do it. Half-dazed, I slam my right fist into your temple, hoping to finally stop you.

 Devilgirl_Aria: You manage to free your arm while I lash out at you like a fury. Then comes your blow—not very precise anymore, but still hard. I groan and gasp for air, dodging to the side and rolling off you. I clutch my head and shake it, but then I slam my foot into your chin with all my might and roll away. "You're going to pay dearly for this, you bitch."

 Viraa: My punch sends you tumbling to the side, and you finally fall. Right away, I turn away so your kick misses. My face feels like I ran into a bus, and I roll toward the rope, grab it, and pull myself up with great effort. I didn’t expect that—that bitch is incredibly strong and brutal. I turn toward you and see you still on the ground, pulling yourself up on the other side.

Viraa:

 Devilgirl_Aria: I pull myself up using the ropes as well and see you back on your feet. Panting, I say, "That was a good hit. But it won't do you any good." I drop into a kung fu fighting stance—arms raised slightly, legs deeply bent. "Come here, you bitch."

 Viraa: I’m pleased to see that my punch seems to have left its mark and that she’s acting a little more cautiously now. “What do you say, bitch? Are we finally going to get started, or are we going to play another round?” I brush my hair out of my face and taste blood in my mouth; my heart is pounding, and sheer rage drives my actions. I walk slowly toward you, then suddenly run and leap nimbly into the air to wrap my legs around your neck in a hurricanrana and throw you to the ground with momentum. I immediately wrap my legs around your neck and try to lock in a head scissors.

Devilgirl_Aria: As if I had anticipated your technique, I assumed a wide kung fu stance. You run toward me and wrap your legs around my head. My wide stance makes the throw more difficult, and I wrap my arms around your sweet body, pressing you against me with your back to mine. Then I simply let myself fall, slamming your head into the ground. I step forward and sit on the back of your head, arching your back like a bow.

 Viraa: I jump at you, but somehow I’ve underestimated you again. I can wrap my legs around your neck, but my momentum fizzles out and I hang on you like a wet sack. You wrap your arms around my small body, press me tightly against you, and let yourself fall. In a sort of piledriver, my head—or rather, my face—slams into the floor, and I start to lose consciousness. You hold my legs, hyperextend my back, but I can only twitch weakly as you sit on the back of my head and press my face firmly into the mat.

 Devilgirl_Aria: The little one weighs just over 40 kilos—extremely light—so I can hold you down and intercept your attack. I grin as you twitch beneath me and lift my ass, then drop it back down onto the back of your head, crushing your face into the mat. I let go of your legs, and they slam hard against the mat. Remaining seated on the back of your head, I say, "Has my little one had enough? I thought you were a strong fighter. Even Lucy was tougher than that." I try to humiliate you.

Viraa: My face slams hard against the mat and I roll my eyes, drooling dazedly beneath you; you lift your butt again and let yourself fall heavily onto my head. I collapse, going limp as you let go of my legs; they slap down on the mat and lie there motionless. You look at me with a grin; I’m lying on my stomach, my tongue hanging out of my mouth, and a mixture of saliva and blood is running out of my mouth.

 Viraa:

 Devilgirl_Aria: I stand up and clutch the ribs you hit. I look out at the crowd, place my foot on the back of your neck, and flex my muscles for everyone to see. "I am the strongest," I scream to the crowd—even though I haven't actually proven that in this fed yet.

18:59 Viraa: I'm lying flat on my stomach beneath you, defeated. You really are in a league of your own—your foot is on my unconscious, defeated body, and you're basking in the glory.