"Ready ladies?" Coraline asked both Esther and I as we stared each other down in our own corners of the wrestling ring. Esther and I had been going at it, practically since we met one another about who the stronger woman was. And who could make who look like a weakling in a fight. And so our mutual friend Coraline suggested we have a wrestling match. Whoever said "I submit" was the loser. The match wouldn't be over until those words were spoken. We both agreed, and here we were. Esther was sporting a bubblegum pink bikini, with rhinestones and a geometric pattern in lilac purple. Classic Esther. She always overdid everything. She was wearing matching converse and everything. Her chestnut brown hair was slicked back into a tight, long ponytail and her eyes said "Come at me". I rolled my eyes at that. I was sporting a black sports bra, black short shorts, and black converse. My blonde hair was also slicked back, but into a bun. My hands were wrapped in bandages, and I had both elbow and knee pads. I was going to take this bitch down.
"Whenever Madeline's ready to lose." Esther taunted. I ignored her taunts and stretched, nodding my head to Coraline.
"Alright ladies. Anything goes, as arranged. First person to say they submit loses." she said before blowing her whistle. Esther walked up to the center of the ring, as did I.
"You look like a guy with all that shit." she laughed. "Got a dick like one too?" she teased. I raised an eyebrow. I forgot that no one ever mentioned to Esther that I did. I smiled. This would be fun.
"Mine fucks way better." I teased, coming out of my stretching.
"Ew, god, you're such a weirdo." she scowled, raising her hands to offer me a standard lock-up. "Just shut up and lock hands with me so I can kick your ass." I smiled, happily complying with her demand and interlocking my fingers with hers. A brief moment passed before Coraline blew her whistle again, signaling the start of the match.
Instead of doing the expected push forward, I tightened my grip on her hands and pulled her back, catching her off guard. She uttered a noise as she stumbled forward, hands in my possession. With her unable to block herself, I kicked my knee up into her stomach, making her grunt and cough in pain. I heard a faint "ooohh" from Coraline. I let her double over in pain and used that opportunity to take her by her overly brushed ponytail and swing her down onto the mat, mounting her chest and pinning her down. She coughed a few more times before glaring up at me.
"Get off me, you bitch!, she shouted, arching her back, which actually sent me flying forward. I pressed my hands into the mat to prevent me from face planting as she scooted out from under me, freeing herself and tackling me onto the mat. I groaned as I made contact with it and quickly started rolling until I ended up on top of her. We were now by one of the corners of the ring, and I was sitting on her chest once again.
"Ugh, get your fat ass off!", she hissed, arching her back again. But this time I was able to hold onto the turnbuckle for support, and push her back down with a thud.
"All you need to say is two words." I said smugly.
"And it looks like we have our first pin!" Coraline cheered.
"Shut up, Coraline!" Esther called back, obviously upset that I had pinned her twice in a matter of minutes.
"Heh, where's all that strength you were talking about, Barbie? They forget to manufacture it?" I joked, laughing and taking her hands from my knees and pinning them above her head, where they ended up on either side of the turnbuckle. I held them from behind it and moved up so that I was sitting on her neck, with her head snugly tucked in my lap. She wiggled it around and continued to buck her hips up in reluctant silence as I looked back at Coraline.
"Anything goes?"
She smiled, nodding.
"Anything goes."
I looked back down at the struggling Esther and smiled, shifting to hold her wrists with one hand behind the turnbuckle. This was going to be real fun. I bit the wrap on my right hand, breaking it and letting it unravel onto Esther's face. Her face wrinkled up as she shook her head from side to side as I picked the fabric up.
"The hell are you doing, you creep!" she shouted in discomfort, twisting her body and almost knocking me off of her. I reached behind the turnbuckle with the wrap and proceeded to tie her wrists together behind it securely. In doing this, I was leaned over her face, almost smothering her with my crotch.
"Ew! Get your crotch out of my face you slut! What are you doing? Don't you even know how to wrestle?" she argued as I let go of her hands and sat back up. She huffed and went to tug her hands back down, but gasped when she found that she couldn't. Or at least not by much.
"Oh I do. My specialty is playing dirty. Have any words for me, Barbie?" I asked, giving her a chance to give up before I had a little too much fun. She flipped her finger at me from behind the turnbuckle and glared.
"Kiss my ass, Madeline."
