No use crying over spilled milk

[RJD]

Monica felt dread as her face was moved by her rival's Jean clad ass, the dominant wrestler smothering her energetically, bouncing, bumping and grinding her booty right into Monica's blushing face.

The lightweight then suddenly was released, panting slightly as her face sank out from between those cheeks, thinking it was over until Alyssa bashed her booty back into Monica's face one more time for emphasis, crushing her head into the shelf and hurting the bridge of her nose. Monica slumping down to the ground with a blush, grumbling quietly in frustration as she just wanted to bury her face in the ground after seeing the crowd that just witnessed her humiliation.

Monica couldn't even shake off that shame before Alyssa wrapped her fingers around her hair, beginning to pull her arm upwards to yank the roots, forcing the still breathless Monica to follow. The beaten down Monica being forced to stand, glaring at Alyssa's eyes in defiance while still panting, and then gasping as she pulled her arm back and launched it upwards into the purple haired wrestler's abs, with so much gusto that she nearly lifted Monica off the mat with the strike.

" Aeughh! " Monica squealed in pain, her body reacting poorly to the blow as she basically went limp, her body nearly crumbling right into a kneeling position, but Alyssa's hand coiled in her hair kept her somewhat upright.

Monica was in trouble, as Alyssa was likely living out her fantasy as she beat down Monica to such an extreme extent, at this point basically just treating her as a punching bag. Monica feeling her frustration building as she panted heavier for air, cheeks red from embarrassment as she was given payback for her triumph in the pair's prior match.

[Devastated]

Having smacked the air out of Monica's frame with that cruel punch right up into her belly, she'd would watch as Monica squealed and coughed, watching her almost buckle from the impact and drop down onto her keens but with a yank on that hair she kept her upright for now. Alyssa was without a doubt enjoying this and she figured she had a rather fitting end set out for Monica.

Yanking on that hair as she would start to move and drag Monica along with her, walking along with Monica towards the flour section of the store. Where she would then try and yank on that hair and try and throw Monica down towards the floor in the aisle. She would then try and grab a hold of a big pack of flour and walk over towards the downed Monica.

Looking to rip the packet open and then flour Monica thoroughly as she would pour out the white powder which would most likely cling to Monica's frame since it was still soaking wet with milk.

[RJD]

" B-bitch... I'll kill youu. " Monica whined unconvincing, her voice a tone higher thanks to the pain of being held up by her hair, which as any on looker could confirm, made it clear who was being utterly crushed between the two scrapping wrestlers.

Monica weekly followed Alyssa, panting to get her breathe back as she was dragged through-out the store, letting out cries and whines whenever she fell behind, resulting in her roots getting pulled more. " Cheap fuck...let go! " Monica grumbled.

" Alyssa! " Monica tried to say in a rougher sounding threatening voice, but even that was slightly higher pitched than normal. The lightweight grumbling as she was dumped down on the floor.

" Ugh... " Monica grumbled, sitting on her knees and leaning her body forward as Alyssa bumped a full pouch of flour on the beaten lightweight, which embarrassingly stuck to Monica's wet and sticky skin from the earlier milk spillage, making her whole body become comically white.

[Devastated]

Alyssa smirked as she dumped that whole bag of flour right over the head of the purple haired rival of hers, chuckling out a bit at the sight as the crowd followed after them. A smirk on her face as she would wipe her cheek with the back of her hand. Taking a step back and enjoying the sight of her handiwork.

After taking a deep breath she'd try and rocket as nasty of a kick as she could, trying to nail Monica in the side of the head with a sharp roundhouse kick while the purple haired nemesis of hers was down on her knees in front of her. Trying to knock her loopy and onto her back so she could give Monica one final bit of humiliation to the downed rival of hers.

[RJD]

Monica was unable to even voice her frustration due to embarrassment, her face was bright red, or at least it was under the pale mask of flour that coated her face, and just about every other part of her body, sticking to her. Monica glared up at Alyssa, deciding that one day she was going to beat up Alyssa really badly, that cocky smirk being burned into her memory.

" S-screw yo-Augh! " Monica started to complain, before crying out as she was nailed hard with that cruel roundhouse kick, it was debatable if it was excessive or not, but it was certainly effective as it knocked Monica completely loopy, the beaten down wrestler crumbling onto her side like a sack of rocks.

Monica wanted to beat up Alyssa, but even moreso she just wanted to be home, grumbling helplessly as she laid on the ground, far too groggy to defend herself from her cruel rival.

[Devastated]

Alyssa was pretty sure the kick was excessive and she was quite alright with that, she smashed her foot right into the side of Monica and knocked her down a peg. That was what she had wanted to do for quite sometime now, ever since their first match had ended in such a humiliating defeat and all those pictures had circulated the web. Getting constant notifications of it all the time hadn't help with her desire to bash in the face of Monica in at all....

Now though, her rival was downed and beaten covered in milk, yogurt, tofu and flour....Alyssa would wipe a bit of spittle from the corner of her mouth as she'd throw a harsh glare down at Monica. Looking around a bit she'd give a harsh yell at one of the onlookers. " You! Gimme a beer!" She shouted out as the young man ran off and got her a can of Strong Zero, Alyssa would look at it for a moment before cracking it open and pouring out half of it over Monica's frame.

She'd then place her left boot down against the chest of Monica and grind her heel down against one of Monica's tits. Taking a sip of the beer in hand, remarking to herself how tasty it was....though it didn't taste much like beer at all. It was very citrus like...still good.

After a few pictures had been taken and shot of her, Alyssa would remove her foot off of Monica and start to walk away, happy over the results of today. Completely having forgotten she came in her to do some shopping for the weekend so she had food, something she probably wouldn't remember until she came home and opened the fridge....

[RJD]

Monica lay defeated on the floor, simply grumbling angrily on the ground, though that converted to a drawn out pained whine as she writhed under her rival's boot, the pain from Alyssa grinding her boot into Monica's chest making the tough wrestler squirm and squeal in an embarrassingly soft way. the lightweight heard Alyssa ask for a beer, and she anticipated with dread what that meant for her, Monica was learning just how horrible the brat was today, as apparently she hadn't dumped enough of the supermarket's contents on her yet, Monica's hatred for Alyssa had grown exponentially.

" Ughhh just hurry up and do it you dumb bi- " Monica grumbled as she heard Alyssa take a sip from the beer and then begin to talk about how great it tasted, dumping the citrus Beveridge right over her, soaking through Monica's shirt, making her bra underneath very visible for onlookers. Then Alyssa finally walked off, leaving the beaten Monica on the ground. People approached to help, but soon backed off as the furious but beaten down Monica snapped at them and threatened those who tried to take pity on her.

Monica sat up and took a moment to recover, blushing in shame as she covered her chest, not making any attempt to wipe any of the flour of yogurt off her, knowing that to do so would take a long shower and an embarrassing visit to the laundry. Eventually Monica stood up and stumbled off, holding her pained side as she took the quickest route home possible, speeding up to the best of her ability whenever she felt confused passerby looking at her very messy body, hair and clothes.

Monica wasn't going to let Alyssa off easy next time, in fact she might even ask her cousin for advice for humiliation and hentai tactics, since she really needed to make Alyssa look bad next time she encountered her, way worse than Monica had made her look last time, and way worse than Alyssa had embarrassed Monica today.