Superstar Squash Women

 Miriam_Monroe: After my last loss to Ivy, I’m facing her again already. Apparently, the Chefoookerin really enjoyed our match. Why on earth? Well, this time I have to put Ivy in her place. I’ve studied her fights and am fully prepared. This time I’m certain: I’m going to win and improve my dismal record at SSW. I’m the first fighter to enter the arena, and I’m already annoyed when I see a few people holding signs—they’re obviously your fans. Pah, those people really have no taste. What do they even see in Ivy? In my mind, I glide into the ring and lean back in the corner before your entrance music finally starts playing.

 Ivy_Foxx: I’m standing behind the curtain, watching you enter through a small gap in it. I curl my lips in a mocking smile when I see you—the last time was during our first fight, when I already defeated you once. “Has she gotten even fatter since then?” I wonder as I watch you wiggle your big butt while you clumsily step into the ring. Miriam, I’ll be with you in a moment and I’ll have to hurt you again, I grin as my music finally blares out. To the tune of “Ace of Spades” by Motörhead, I leap out from behind the curtain amid the crowd’s loud cheers; wisps of fog swirl around my legs and multicolored strobe lights flash. With a dance-like stride, I slowly make my way to the ring, high-fiving the many hands reaching out to me and waving. Then I head up to the ring, stepping through the ropes as I slowly bend over and seductively stick my plump butt out. I slowly spin around the ring once and then climb onto the middle rope to raise my arms high and savor the applause once more. Finally, I stand in my corner and look over at you, curling my lips in contempt, as if this rematch were nothing more than a tedious chore for me.

 Ivy_Foxx:

 Miriam_Monroe: My mood keeps plummeting as you step into the arena. The fans seem to love you—especially the male fans. What do they even see in you? I look myself over and think I’m absolutely amazing. In this league, there’s only room for one blonde bombshell—and that’s definitely me. When you step into the ring, I want to go right after you, but the referee holds me back. Furious, I stomp back to my corner and wait impatiently for you to finish your show.

 Ivy_Foxx: I lean against the rope and can clearly tell how everything about me is getting on your nerves. “Well, if that isn’t a great start,” I think to myself and blow you a kiss. Then I turn my butt toward you, slap it with my open hand so it makes a loud smack, and point at your face. “I’m about to sit on you—you look soft and cozy,” I call out to you, drawing more laughter from the audience. Then I finally get into position, stretch my neck muscles one last time, and get serious. The referee looks at you, then at me, gets our okay, raises his arm, and yells, “Fight!” The gong sounds, “Dong… Dong… Dong.” I raise my arms and slowly walk toward you.

Ivy_Foxx:

 Miriam_Monroe: The referee signals the match to begin. I stand in front of you, seething with rage. Your insults have left their mark on me. I loom menacingly over you. “Shut the hell up, you old slut. You’re all talk. But in a moment, your big talk will come to an end.” I wind up to land a powerful punch right in your face. Maybe I can surprise you with a quick, powerful attack and win the match early? That would be real satisfaction after my last loss to you.

 Ivy_Foxx: I walk up to you, see your face contorted with rage, and laugh at you. “You’ll be quiet in a second, you fat bitch—I’m way too fast and too strong for you. Want to bet?” I keep goading you. I hold out my arm, ready to challenge you to a test of strength. “Come on, go ahead—raise those jelly arms of yours.” But suddenly, you slap me hard across the face. “Ahhhhhhhhhh....” I scream in surprise, stagger backward, and shake my head. “You’ll regret this, you dirty cheater—now I’m going to finish you off,” I hiss at you. I grab your head, trying to pull you toward me so I can ram my knee into your ribs.

Miriam_Monroe: After that crushing defeat last time, I’m obviously determined to win this time. I certainly won’t underestimate you this time. My punch lands, but you counter with a move of your own, grabbing my head and pulling me toward you. Your knee shoots up, but I’m also preparing a move. I use the momentum and throw an uppercut from below, aiming straight for your chin. Then I feel your knee in my stomach and flinch. Will the fans in the arena see a double hit?

Ivy_Foxx: Your punch stops my first attack, making me stagger a bit, but it isn’t as hard as it seemed. I quickly regain my balance, shake my head with a wicked grin, and leap toward you again. I pull you toward me and ram my knee into your fat, soft belly. I can literally feel your whole body tremble, and I look at you triumphantly just as your fist explodes beneath my chin with an uppercut. “Ahhhhrrrr....” I scream, my head snaps back, and a fountain of saliva sprays from my mouth. My legs give out immediately, and like a boxer, I fall backward and land on my back. Dazed, I lie there, trying to figure out what just happened.

 Miriam_Monroe: As I’m still clutching my big belly, I watch as my uppercut sends you crashing to the ground. I shake myself off and then try to seize my chance. Now I have to be quick... With two quick steps, I rush toward you, then lift off the ground and swing my powerful thigh forward. From below, you see my broad thigh approaching your face. If this leg drop lands, I’ll have secured an early advantage in this match.

 Ivy_Foxx: Dazed and looking like an easy target, I’m lying flat on my back in front of you. Your uppercut hit me squarely, and it looks like a quick victory for you. You charge toward me, jump, and slam your thick thighs into my face with force. “Ummpf…” I yelp, my legs and arms lifting briefly off the mat before falling limply back down. Your thigh envelops my face, and you stare at me in disbelief... Was that it already... so fast...? Whistles and boos come from the crowd; most of them bet on me and can’t believe what they’re seeing. I’m just lying there, buried beneath you, only my stomach rising and falling in rapid succession.

 Miriam_Monroe: That’s easier than taking candy away from a kid. With a devilish grin on my face, I whisper to you, “Is that all you’ve got?” Amused, I grab your leg and hook it, then press my thick thigh down hard on your nose. Your shoulders are on the mat. “Come on, Ref! Start counting him out. Then you’ll be done for the day!” The referee nods silently and slams his open palm on the floor. ONE!!!...

 Ivy_Foxx: I’m lying beneath you, dazed and not quite clear-headed yet; your heavy leg is on top of me, pressing me firmly into the mat. Then you grab my leg, pull it up, and I hear a muffled “One” being called out. Wait, what’s happening now? Are they already counting? We’ve only just started. My thoughts are spinning, and I tense my body. “Two”—at the very last moment, I lift my left arm and my left shoulder slightly off the mat and fall back down. Damn, that was close.

Miriam_Monroe: I stay seated next to you as you shrug your shoulders. OK, maybe it was a little too early to end this match after all. But I’m in control and I’m dominating you however I please. I stand up slowly and grab you by the hair to pull you up with me. “Get up already, you blonde slut! People want to see something for their money!”

Miriam_Monroe:

 Ivy_Foxx: The counting stops, and, feeling somewhat relieved, I fall back down. Finally, you take your thick leg off me, and I’m glad you didn’t land on me with your butt—if you had, I’d probably have been done for good. You grab my hair and pull me up; I stand before you, unsteady, my arms dangling down, and I’m still staggering weakly—the beginning was really intense; I hadn’t remembered you being that strong. You yell at me; I look up and see double. The images shift before my eyes; you become one figure again—still a little blurry—but slowly everything clears up.

 Miriam_Monroe: I’ve got this match under control, and I can see that you’re pretty much at my mercy. I swing my open hand to drive you into the corner of the ring with a few strikes from the edge of my hand. I almost feel like a shepherd herding his stupid sheep along. In my eyes, that’s all you are. A pitiful victim who’ll be nothing more than my plaything in this match. This can’t go on much longer. But I still want to have some fun with you for a few more minutes.

 Ivy_Foxx: Still dazed, I stand there, unable to put up any real resistance. You grin at me smugly and start driving me around the ring with your punches. Staggering, I stumble through the ring as your open-handed slaps land on my skin, driving me further and further into the corner. Damn it, this can’t go on like this—I’m not going to let that fat cow just beat me up like this, I think to myself, and tears of rage fill my eyes. Once I reach the corner of the ring, I rest my arms on the ropes and take a deep breath; my vision clears again, and I tense my body.

Miriam_Monroe: I note with satisfaction that I was able to corner you with relative ease. Your glassy stare is gone, but that won’t help you now. I ram my knee upward with force, trying to pound your stomach. Since you can no longer dodge backward, this should have the desired effect.

 Ivy_Foxx: You keep pushing me back until I feel the ring post against my back; my hands grab the top rope, and I hold on there as I look up at you. You approach me like a bulldozer, pulling your knee up to kick me in the stomach. I quickly jump up in front of you, placing my feet on the bottom rope so that your knee only grazes me lightly. “Ha… you bitch, that was a bust—can’t you get your fat thighs any higher?” I yell at you, grab you by the hair, pull your head toward me, and try to slam my elbow into your face.

 Miriam_Monroe: Confident of victory, I push you back to checkmate you with my attacks. But apparently, I didn’t count on you having so much stamina and resilience. You even take my last attack in stride and then surprise me with your speed. And then it happens. Ugh!!! You ram your elbow into my face. My face gets slammed upward, and some spit flies across the ring.

Ivy_Foxx: "Not so rough, big guy," I snap at you and ram my elbow into your face. You yell out and stagger backward. "Let's get this started for real—from now on, it's going to hurt, bitch." I immediately lunge at you and push you further back with both hands. Then I spin in front of you, swing my right leg up, and try to land a roundhouse kick right on your head.

 Miriam_Monroe: Phew… I’m spinning around and stumbling uncontrollably through the ring. Damn it, I already had that old bitch under control. But your elbow strike takes the wind out of me, and I manage to put some distance between us for now. Can’t hurt right now. Time to catch my breath. But I don’t get the chance. You’re back in the game surprisingly quickly and are right on my heels. I stare at you in amazement and have to watch as you unleash a perfectly executed roundhouse kick. The kick hits me squarely in the head, and I stagger across the ring and fly into the ropes.

 Miriam_Monroe:

 Ivy_Foxx: My roundhouse kick hits you hard in the head; you stagger backward and fall into the ropes, struggling to stay on your feet but your legs are shaking. I follow up immediately, wanting to take advantage of my chance, and grab your arm. “Come on, sweetheart, move already.” I pull you toward me and hurl you against the ring post with an Irish Whip. Hoping you’ll slam into it and land on your fat ass, I follow you and jump right into your face with a Bronco Buster. I ram my lower body into you and try to slam the back of your head against the post over and over again.

 Miriam_Monroe: First the roundhouse kick, and then that! Fuck!!!! You hurl me across the entire ring like a rag doll. And then: BANG! I crash into the corner of the ring at full speed and collapse to the floor there until my butt flattens the ring. The impact can be heard throughout the entire arena. Dazed, I try to spot you in the ring. Where’s that old lady? Damn it! But there you are, already rushing toward me, and you bury me again and again with your Bronco Buster. Ugh ugh ugh....My body has lost all its strength.

 Miriam_Monroe:

Ivy_Foxx: I jump on you with a Bronco Buster and ram my lower body into your face over and over again. “Well, how do you like that, you fat slut? Isn’t that sexy? Does it turn you on?” I taunt you. I then stand on the bottom rope, lean toward you, and repeatedly slam my forearm against your head. I grab you by the hair, pull you to your feet, and say, “Don’t be such a slacker, chubby—just come with me.” I stand next to you, wrap my right arm around your neck, pull your head slightly toward me so your chin almost touches my shoulder, drop down onto my butt, and pull you down with a stunner, trying to make your chin slam hard against my shoulder.

Miriam_Monroe: Helpless, I let you lead me around the ring like an animal. I stagger after you and willingly go along with every move you demand of me. On the way to the center of the ring, I attempt to break free by trying to push you away at the hips. But my attempt is met only with you clamping down on my head, and I’m once again helplessly at your mercy. It doesn’t look good for me. Then you set me up for a stunner. My movements become even more frantic now—a last-ditch attempt to break free. Nooooo!!!

 Ivy_Foxx: With a stunner, I pull you down, and your chin hits my shoulder so hard that even I let out a brief cry. You land on your knees; I sit next to you and drive my right elbow into your side so that, hopefully, you’ll fall backward. I quickly jump to my feet, run to the ropes, build up momentum, and fly toward you with my legs outstretched, aiming to slam my legs into your chest.

Miriam_Monroe: Ufffffffffff.....the air escapes from me as you slam me hard onto the mat. My chin lands on your shoulder, and a hellish pain shoots through my body. Dazed, I land on my knees before you roll me onto my back. Is the cover coming now? Apparently not, because you’re already running into the ropes again and then taking off to slam your leg into my face. I don’t really know what’s going on and don’t even notice your attack until it’s already too late.

 Miriam_Monroe:

Ivy_Foxx: My legs slam hard into your chest and face; you’re lying there, not moving anymore. Is she unconscious? I look at you—too bad, the fun’s already over; the fat girl’s done for. I lie on top of you and grab your left leg, pull it up, and signal to the referee to start counting. He drops to his knees next to us, slaps his hand on the mat, and begins to count, “One… two…”

Miriam_Monroe: My body jerks upward briefly as your leg slams hard against my sternum. But then I collapse lifelessly right back down. My arms hang limply on the floor. Then I feel you hook my leg and signal the referee to start counting. The ref swings himself down to the floor and checks to see if my shoulders are resting on the mat. Then he counts the pin. One....Two....Threeeee!!!!

 Miriam_Monroe:

 Ivy_Foxx: When I hear “Three,” I let go of your leg, slap your fat belly, and stand up. I look down at you with a grin and place my foot on your chest. I raise my arms and accept the audience’s applause; you don’t move anymore. “So heavy and so weak,” I say mockingly, blow you a kiss, and leave the ring.

 Miriam_Monroe: I don't have the strength to fight back. Even when you plant your foot on my chest and raise your hands in the air, there's nothing I can do about it. It's not until you're already on your way back to the backstage area that I slowly pull myself up and roll out of the ring. Furious, I kick an empty trash can around. Then I, too, disappear into the arena.

 Miriam_Monroe: