Superstar Squash Women

Viraa: The girls from “SSW” are constantly arguing about who’s the weakest in the group. They can’t decide between Lacey and Viraa, who keep racking up losses one after another. They agree that both are by far the weakest, but who’s the top jobber? They keep teasing each other until Lacey challenges Viraa. Two jobbers in the ring—will this work out? Now the time has come; I’m in my locker room getting ready, wearing, as always, a black one-piece, fishnet tights, and short black boots. I stand in front of the mirror, running my fingers through my long, blonde hair—which I wear down—and look at my reflection with satisfaction. Outside, I hear my music blaring from the speakers—“Go Down Deh” by Spice”—the signal that it’s about to begin. Excited, I leap out from behind the curtain, walking toward the ring while waving, my heart pounding. I high-five a few people and even find time for a couple of selfies. Then I climb up the ramp and wriggle seductively through the ropes, sticking my butt out high, swiveling it around, licking my fingertips, and running them over my butt. Grinning, I step into the ring, raise my arms confidently, and spin around once, then head to my corner and wait for Lacey.

 Viraa:

 LaceyP: The arena lights dim as my entrance theme erupts through the speakers, and I stride confidently onto the stage in my signature black top with black skirt and black thigh high stockings, and short black and red boots, the outfit complete with a pair of short green booty shorts under the skirt. Standing on the ramp, I locking eyes with Viraa as a confident smirk spreads across my face. I sweep my long dark hair back over my shoulders before making my way down the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands from the crowd while soaking in the cheers and jeers echoing throughout the arena. Without breaking eye contact with my opponent, I climb onto the apron, pause for a moment, and step smoothly through the ropes with the poise of someone determined to prove everyone wrong. I walk to the center of the ring, raise one arm high as the crowd reacts, then slowly turn toward Viraa with a grin that says this rivalry ends tonight. Resting my hands on the top rope in my corner, I give one confident nod, signaling that all the jokes about who's the bigger loser are about to be settled inside this ring. The referee calls us forward, and I step out of my corner with unwavering determination, ready to show Viraa that I'm leaving with the victory.

 LaceyP:

 LaceyP:

 Viraa: I lean casually against the rope and watch your entrance mockingly, grinning arrogantly with my chin held high in pride. Your eyes lock onto mine as if they’re trying to hypnotize me, but I have nothing but a weary smile for that; I wink back and blow you a kiss. “Nice try, sweetie… you look sooo mean,” I grin at you. “Actually, we might as well skip the fight—everyone knows who the biggest loser among us is, even if they don’t say it. They know it, believe me. But this way, I’ll step out of the ring with your scalp—I promise you that, Lacey.” We stand facing each other, two lightweights, but about the same height and weight. The referee calls us over, reads the rules… blah… blah...blah...always the same. I listen boredly while we continue to stare each other down, two king cobras, erect and menacing, ready to sink our fangs into our opponent’s body. Then he sends us back; I return to my corner and wait for the bell.

 Viraa:

LaceyP: I lean back against the ropes when the ref calls is together. I match your movements and I come out of my own corner. Oh gawd there she goes talking again... This girl will not sure her mouth. I just state at her as she talks and then the ref has words to say. I just nod my head as I return to my corner and give a nice Lil shake of my ass as the bell rings to indicate the start of this match. As soon as the bell rings I come running at you recklessly with my arm out as I look to try and catch you off guard with a clothesline to get us started.

 Viraa: I notice with satisfaction how my chatter is getting on your nerves, and I can’t help but grin as I keep talking at you. Unfortunately, the referee interrupts my monologue and sends us back to our corners. No sooner have I arrived than I hear the bell and turn toward you; like a wild bull in a Spanish arena, you charge at me, your arm outstretched to the side, your head lowered. I drop to the ground so your arm misses me, pull my right leg back, and try to kick you in the side of the knee with my foot to send you to the mat. I quickly roll away and jump back to my feet.

 LaceyP: I am charging you like a bull as all I am seeing is red as your voice is so grating on me! I am reckless with my move but a jobber like you should not be ready for it. But you were and as I get closer to you I really try and make sure this hurts as I wind up for my clothesline only to have you duck my advance and my arm sails over you as I hit nothing but air. Worse still you kick out and hit my knee. My knee instantly gives out and I fall forward. My eyes go wide as I and everyone else can see that gravity is sending me headfirst into the bottom turnbuckle. My head hits HARD and I end up in a heap on the corner shaking my head as I look to clear the early cobwebs.

 Viraa: When you crash into the ring post, even I flinch—I never would have expected such a reaction. You collapse and look over at me in bewilderment, your eyes wide. Like a little kitten desperately calling for its mom. So delicate and fragile that I’d love to take you in my arms and hold you close, but unfortunately, it’s war in the ring. “Hey, Lacey, where were you going? Did you forget something, or is it pure fear that’s making you suddenly dash so nimbly across the ring? You don’t have to be afraid of me—it’s just me, Viraa… come on, I’ll help you up.” I grab your arm and pull you to your feet, spinning you around so you fly into the ropes with an Irish Whip. I run toward you, leap at you with my feet extended, and aim to hit your chicken breast with a drop kick.

 LaceyP: I am laying in the corner with my eyes a lil glassy and totally dazed...You grab my arm and I look up into your eyes and shake my head...no...ugh..hold on....but you yank me to my feet and just send me running HARD towards the ropes..I am able to turn at the last moment and hit the ropes backfirst and I come rebounding back at you completely out of control. It is taking all I have to not trip over my own feet and as I finally get my feet under me I look up only to be met with your feet as they both hit me HARD in the chest. I immediately fly back and hit the mat hard as I grab my chest and roll over...my face in the mat and ass in the air as my feet kick the mat and I can only moan as I hold my chest...

 Viraa: You stagger back toward me, and I send you right back to the mat with a dropkick. Laughing, I raise my arms and spin around the ring to let everyone cheer for me—it’s so easy. Lacey really is as weak as everyone says; even to me, she’s just a willing plaything. You’re kneeling on the floor, moaning as you stick your pretty, firm butt up in the air… inviting, if you ask me. I stand behind you and clamp your hips between my thighs, thrusting my lower body against your butt as if I’m fucking you, rubbing myself against your butt and licking my lips. Then I grab your hair again and pull you up. “Come on, Lacey, don’t let yourself go like that. We wanted to find out which one of us is the weaker, didn’t we? Or do you already know?” I pull you toward the ring post, yank your head back by your hair, and slam your forehead hard against it—once… twice… and once more. Turn around and drape your arms over the top rope. Smiling, I slap you across the face, step back, take a running start, and then jump at you with a spear into your stomach.

 LaceyP: I barely manage to stay on my feet after my forehead smacks into the turnbuckle three times, each crack leaving my vision swimming with stars as my arms hang helplessly over the top rope. The slap across my face makes my head snap to the side, and before I can even process what is happening, I hear your footsteps charging straight toward me. I turn just in time to see you launch forward, and your shoulder drives deep into my stomach with enough force to completely take the air from my lungs. My eyes go WIDE as a choked gasp escapes me, and my body folds around the impact before my feet leave the mat. The momentum carries me backward out of the ropes, and I crumple awkwardly onto the mat, curling onto my side while both arms wrap tightly around my aching midsection. I kick one boot weakly against the mat as I cough and wheeze, desperately trying to draw in a full breath that just will not come, my face twisted in pain. All I can do is lie there trembling and blinking through watery eyes, looking completely overwhelmed by the spear as the referee immediately checks to see if I can even continue.

Viraa: After I’ve placed your arms over the top rope, I give you a cheerful nod and a smile. “It’s for your own good, Lacey—I don’t want you to fall to the ground and hurt yourself.” I give you a light, friendly pat on the cheek, lean toward you, and run my long, wet tongue across your face. Then I step back, take a running start, and slam into your soft belly with my shoulder thrust forward. You must be too winded to scream, because you just grunt and slide to the floor, gasping for air. Curled up, you hold your stomach, cough, and struggle to breathe. I see the referee shake his head as he bends down toward you and then signals to me that we can continue. “What am I going to do with you, Lacey, what am I going to do?” I ask you, feigning concern. “Do we want to stop, or do you like getting beaten up? I don’t know either, but I’ll think of something.” So I talk you through it again, roll your body onto your back, and start climbing the rope. Up to the first, the second—there I pause briefly, raise my arms triumphantly, and turn my head back toward you; you’re lying perfectly on the mat. I climb to the top rope and jump off with my back to you, landing on top of you with a moonsalt.

 LaceyP: I am clutching my core as I am trying to understand why my entire body hurts so bad from that spear. I can only lay there and breathe as I try and suck air back into my lungs and I curl up as you talk your crap above me....I shake my head and try and fight through this pain as you grab me and I look to fight a lil bit as I squirm but you are able to get me down to the mat on my back. I just lay there. My chest rising and droppin as I just take in as much air as I can. You are takin your sweet time which really helps me out as I am able to just lay there and get better and better as the time goes by. You finally reach the top and I am watching you at this point and as soon as you backflip off the top I need to move but my body is not cooperating and I am stuck. I see you moving almost in slow motion as you are completing your flip I do all i can which is to raise my knees to my chest so you can land on them instead of me...

Viraa: I take my time—provocatively so—as I step onto the rope. I let myself be celebrated and look down at you one last time, scrutinizing you. You’re lying on the mat, perfectly positioned, like a prize on a platter, blinking motionlessly… what could possibly go wrong… nothing. Just one more somersault and that bitch is done for—faster and easier than I’d imagined. Then I guess the arguments in the Fed about who’s the weakest girl will stop, too—it certainly isn’t me. Finally at the top, I raise my arms, take a deep breath, and jump off. Spinning elegantly in the air, I fix my gaze on you like an eagle on a little mouse—my prey is named Lacey. Grinning, I stretch my arms wide to the side and, at the same moment, widen my eyes in horror. No.......No....Not....... No... a voice inside me screams as I see you pull your knees up. Too late to react, I slam my unprotected stomach right into your knees. “Ahhhhhrrrrrrr.......” My scream echoes through the hall and immediately turns into a choking, burning gurgle. The pain that overwhelms me is indescribable; I feel as if my internal organs are shifting to find a new place inside my abdomen. The air is forced out of me in an instant, and gasping for breath, I roll off you. I hold my stomach in the fetal position, my arms clamped tightly around it, trembling and unable to form any clear thoughts about what just happened.

 LaceyP: I cough hard a couple more times as I roll onto my side, still holdin my sore stomach, but that scream of yours finally snaps me back into this match. My chest is still heaving as I slowly push myself up onto one knee, wincing, before I look over and see you curled up clutching your belly, and I can't help but let out a tired grin. "Guess I ain't the only one who knows what that feels like now...huh Viraa?" I wheeze out as I stagger up to my feet, one hand still wrapped around my aching ribs. I stumble over to you and reach down, grabbing a fistful of your blonde hair before slowly dragging you up off the mat, making sure you feel every second of it. "You talked a whole lot earlier...how's that stomach doin now?" I mutter before driving my knee up hard toward your midsection, trying to knock whatever air you managed to get back right out of you again. As soon as you double over from the blow, I wrap my arm around your head and try to snap you over onto your back with a quick swinging neckbreaker. I stay on the mat after the impact, still hurting myself, but I immediately roll across your chest and hook your far leg tightly, the referee sliding into position as I yell, "Count it!"

 Viraa: Curled up like a little hedgehog, I lie next to you, helpless, defenseless, my arms clutching my aching stomach tightly, and all that can be heard from me is a pitiful whimper. I have no idea if anything is broken or if I’m injured inside, but it feels as if I’ve been run over by a bus. Coughing and gasping for air, I try to move, carefully stretching out my legs and trying to take a deep breath. Everything I do—every movement, every breath—causes me pain like I’ve never experienced before. I look over at you, my vision blurred by tears, but I see you getting up. I roll onto my stomach, pull myself up onto all fours, but before I can stand, your hand reaches into my long hair and helps me back to my feet. I whimper softly; my stomach still cramps with every movement. With my arms hanging limply at my sides, I stand before you, unable to speak a word—but you take over now, paying me back for every word I’ve said. I guess you know exactly how I feel as you ram your knee into my stomach again. “Ahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrr....” My eyes bulge and the pain explodes anew. Saliva sprays from my mouth like a humpback whale’s fountain in the Pacific. Gasping and wheezing, I collapse again, stagger on shaky legs, gasping for oxygen. You were supposed to be dead, but now you’re rising like a phoenix from the ashes to new life.

 Viraa: You immediately wrap your arms around my head again for your next attack, and with a swift motion, you slam me back onto the mat with a neckbreaker. The back of my head hits the mat hard; my eyes flicker and roll uncontrollably, and I lie there dazed for a long time. Immediately, without wasting any time, you throw yourself onto my body, grab my leg, pull it up, and go for the pin. The referee kneels beside us, raises his arm, and lets it fall... one... two... and... at that moment, half-unconsciously, I jerk my left arm upward and lift my shoulder. Even though everything hurts and I can barely move, I break the pin.

 LaceyP: I am laying on top of you as I go for a quick pin as your early onslaught on me has left me winded still. I want this to be over so bad. I pull back on your leg and the ref counting. I try and pull back further to really try and keep you down for the THREE...Nut just before the refs arm comes down for the 3 count you kick and lift your shoulder to break the pin. I look at the ref incredulously as I cant believe that wasnt a 3 count. I get up off you and go the ref and show her how to count...Its ONE..TWO...THREE as I slap my hand three times. I shake my head and turn back to look down at you all winded and looking so cute. "So you thought you could get in this ring and prove yourself to be the stronger jobber between us? How is that going for ya!" I then lift my foot and I look to drive it down HARD into your tummy...once....then twice....I then reach down and I grab your hair in both my hands as I look to yank you up to your feet...As i get you to your feet I snap my head back and I look to deliver a nice sharp headbutt to you. I hit you so hard it even rings my bell a lil bit as I stumble back into the ropes and grab at my forehead..."agghhh gawd...Not doing one of those ever again"

Viraa: You squeeze my leg so hard that my knee almost touches my face; you want to finally end this, since we’re both pretty much done for. Luckily for me, the referee is counting so slowly that I manage to raise my arm just in time. You can’t believe it—you’d already seen yourself as the winner—and you start an angry argument with the referee. If I had enough strength left, I could take advantage of this—you’re distracted and have your back turned to me—but I’m just glad I can finally breathe again and am filling my lungs with the oxygen I need. But the peace doesn’t last long for me; you turn back toward me and start talking at me again. Damn bitch, I curse inwardly; the first thing I’ll do when I’m back on my feet is rip that damn tongue of yours out. You lift your foot and kick me in the stomach with all your might; I see it coming, but I simply don’t have the strength to react anymore. “Ahrrrrrrrrrrr....” I yelp, and you kick me again right away. Once again, I double over, gasping for air; my stomach feels swollen and is bright red. Tears fill my eyes again, and saliva sprays from my mouth. Your hand grabs my hair and yanks me to my feet; I stagger in front of you, already completely drained of strength with my arms hanging limply at my sides. Then your forehead slams hard into my face. Lightning flashes and my skull explodes; screaming, I stagger backward until my back slams into the ring post and I slide to the ground. Dazed, I sit on my butt and squint at you with a glassy stare.

 Viraa:

 LaceyP: I shake the last of the cobwebs out of my head as I see you slumped against the bottom turnbuckle, your eyes still glassy from the headbutt, and a tired grin spreads across my face despite the ache pulsing through my entire body. "Still think you're walking outta here as the tougher one, Viraa?" I mutter between heavy breaths before breaking into a short run straight toward your corner. I leap forward at the last second, driving both hips into you with a hard bronco buster that crushes you back against the turnbuckles as the crowd erupts, and I stay seated for a brief moment while you struggle to catch your breath. I push myself back to my feet with a satisfied smile, throwing one arm into the air as I soak in the reaction before turning my attention right back to you. Seeing you still trapped in the corner, I give a playful shake of my head and slowly back myself toward you with a smug smirk. "After all that trash talk...this is where it got ya," I tease before I lift my skirt and make sure I pull my booty shorts into a thong before lowering myself onto you in a stinkface, looking to keep you pinned in the corner while the referee immediately starts warning me to break it up. I press the advantage for all the 4 seconds I am allowed before finally pulling away on my own, laughing as I glance back over my shoulder at you. I grab the top ropes to steady my own exhausted body, my chest still rising and falling rapidly from everything we've put each other through, but it's obvious the momentum has completely shifted. Without giving you much time to recover, I reach down for your hair once more, looking to haul you back up out of the corner so I can keep the pressure on.

 LaceyP:

 Viraa: Your headbutt sends me flying backward; stumbling and reeling, I collapse against the ring post, clutching my throbbing head and shaking it in disbelief. That damn somersault threw me off my game, reshuffled the deck—and ever since, you’ve been gaining more and more of the upper hand. But you don’t give me much time to complain; when I look up, you’re already flying toward me again and ramming me extra hard against the post with your hip. Whimpering and gasping for air, I slump a little further, unable to react in any meaningful way. I just sit there, engulfed by a sea of throbbing pain, as helpless as a newly hatched chick. A cry of shock ripples through the crowd; cheers surge up, and they keep cheering you on, clapping enthusiastically. You bask in the adulation and grin down at me. Desperately, I try to cope somehow, gasping for air, watching as you give yourself a wedgie, exposing your butt and pressing it firmly against my face. I sink deep between your magnificent cheeks, which envelop my little face so tightly that only my blonde hair is visible. I squirm and kick, my feet drumming a staccato rhythm on the mat, but I don’t stand a chance—I have to breathe you in to keep from suffocating. Laughing, you release me, and I slide back a little further, clinging to the lower rope to keep from falling completely. But you prevent that by grabbing my hair again and pulling me back to my feet. Wailing, I get to my feet with difficulty; my scalp feels tight, and strands of hair fall onto the blue mat. I’m finally standing on wobbly legs, staggering without balance like a limbless rag doll. Strands of hair hang in my face—there’s not much left of the proud girl who stepped into the ring.

 Viraa:

 LaceyP: I watch as you just slide down further in the corner after my stinkface and I step away giggling. I then see how winded you are and I take my time pulling you to your feet. I want the crowd to see how weak you are right now and with your arms hanging at your sides and your hair hanging in your face, it is evident who the weaker jobber is right now. I take it all in and I smile as I place my fingers on your chin and force you to look up at me as I see your legs wobble. As I let go of your hair it seems you may fall to I grab your hair again and drive my barefoot into your tummy to get you doubled over...I then shove your head between my thighs as I reach down and grabbing your shorts I yank up on them HARD to wedgie you as deep as I can. I then bend over and rest my elbows on your back as I smile for the crowd who is eating this up right now. I then wrap my arms around your waist and I lift you upside down into the piledriver position. Your now wedgied ass pops up into my face and I take a nice healthy bite on one of your cakes before I jump up and drop down to my ass as I look to drive you headfirst into the mat in a viscious lil piledriver...

Viraa: With a delighted grin, you yank me back to my feet by my hair; if you weren’t supporting and holding me, I wouldn’t be able to stand on my own anymore. My body is as limp as a dead eel—there’s no tension at all. My legs tremble slightly, and my feet stumble and shuffle across the mat. You lead me through the ring like a dancing bear on a nose ring, wanting to show your dominance—you want everyone to see it. How I’d love to fight back, to resist, but I simply can’t. Powerless, I stagger along with you, head bowed, hair tangled and disheveled, arms dangling limply. Everyone can now clearly see who the weaker of the two of us is, and the audience goes wild with excitement, clapping and cheering. Your hand grabs my chin and lifts it, and through a glassy, half-blurred gaze, I see your friendly, almost loving smile—just as you kick me in the stomach. “Uhhhrrggggg......” I groan, puffing out my cheeks as my saliva splatters onto your chest. Immediately, your kick ignites new waves of pain; they literally explode anew, and I curl up like a Swiss Army knife. You take immediate advantage of this, clamping my head between your slender, powerful thighs, grabbing my panties, and yanking them into my butt and pussy in one swift motion, exposing them clearly for the crowd’s delight, and pulling me forcefully against you so that my legs are raised high and my bare butt slaps against your face. That’s how you hold me, upside down, in full view of everyone. An expectant silence spreads through the hall; everyone stares spellbound at us in the ring.

 Viraa: You bite hard into my butt, your teeth digging into the soft, plump flesh. But before the pain reaches my brain, you let yourself fall onto your butt. My head slams unchecked onto the mat. Lightning flashes through my forehead; little goblins are hitting my temples left and right with oversized sledgehammers—at least, that’s how it feels to me in that moment. I roll my eyes, my mouth flopping open as I drool. Like a felled tree, I topple forward after your piledriver, land on my stomach, and lie there stretched out, twitching weakly. Immediately, loud cheers and applause erupt.

 Viraa:

 LaceyP: I sit there for a second after the piledriver, rubbing my own tailbone with a pained groan before looking over at you twitching face first on the mat, and I can't help but smirk as I breathe so heavy. "All that talk...and look at ya now, Viraa," I wheeze as I slowly crawl over, rolling you onto your back before hooking both of your legs high against my shoulders instead of going for the pin right away. The crowd starts buzzing as I shake my head with a tired grin, refusing to let it end that simply after everything we've put each other through. I let your legs drop and haul you back up one last time by your hair, your body barely offering any resistance as you sag helplessly against me. "Nah...you wanted everyone to know who the biggest jobber was...they deserve a finish they'll remember," I mutter before tucking your head between my thighs once more. I wrap my arms tightly around your waist, lift you upside down again, and wobble for a second from exhaustion before somehow finding the strength to steady myself in the center of the ring. With one last yell I spin us both in a slow full circle, showing you off to every side of the arena while your limp body hangs upside down, before dropping to my knees and driving you down with one final thunderous piledriver that bounces your body off the canvas. I collapse beside you after the impact, every muscle in my body screaming, but I force myself to drape an arm across your chest and hook your far leg with the last bit of strength I have. "Count it..." I gasp toward the referee, barely able to keep my own shoulders off the mat as the official slides into place and the crowd counts along, "ONE...TWO..."....

 Viraa: After your piledriver, I crash onto the mat like a wet rag and lie there, dazed. Apart from an uncontrolled, weak twitch, I lie there completely wiped out; everyone can see the fight is over, and even if I wanted to, I’m paralyzed—my arms and legs don’t respond the way I want them to, and a murky, dark fog is spreading through my head, instantly halting any movement and allowing me only a small, girlish whimper. You roll me onto my back; I roll over, powerless. Inside, I’ve already surrendered and hope it’ll be over soon. You lift my legs, and I breathe a sigh of relief—I think, “Count to ten and it’s over”—I’m really longing for it to end. But, to my horror, you change your mind. We must have teased each other too much leading up to the fight, and in the process, words were said that hurt. With a diabolical grin, you remember—now you have the chance to finally get back at me—and your hand goes back into my hair. You pull me to my feet with some effort; stumbling and swaying, I manage to stand, and you quickly clamp my head between your thighs before I fall back to the ground. You fix your gaze on me and wrap your arms around my narrow hips, yanking my small body upward so that I’m hanging upside down in front of you. Completely limp and lifeless, I’m only reacting subconsciously; you hold me tightly, my arms dangling down, and my long hair sweeps across the mat.

Viraa: Slowly, you spin around with me in the ring, savoring your triumph to the very end, even though you’re struggling to hold me and are swaying. Then the inevitable happens: you drop to your knees and slam my head into the mat with unbridled force, causing the ring to shake and vibrate. My short, sharp scream dies away immediately as I finally lose consciousness. I fall heavily onto my stomach, and the force of the impact causes me to bounce back up slightly, rolling onto my back as I do so, my arms and legs splayed out from my body. My eyes are rolled back, my mouth open with my tongue hanging out, drooling, lifeless—only my heavy, rapid breathing still sends out signs of life. Quickly, you throw yourself onto my limp body, grab one leg, and pull it up. The referee plops down next to us again, raises his arm, and slaps his hand on the mat. “ONE,” he counts, and the whole arena counts along loudly, “TWO,” then he pauses briefly, looks at me, but realizes immediately that nothing more is coming… “THREE”... and that’s it. Immediately, loud cheers erupt—the fight is decided; the fight is over.

 Viraa:

 LaceyP: I deliver a emphatic finish for the fans to enjoy as I prove to everyone that Viraa is the far weaker jobber between us. I get up off you and wipe my feet on the mar near your face to rub it in a lil bit as I walk out of the ring and strut my way to the back and leaving out in the ring....END