Hot Nights Promo - Jun Moon vs Ellie-Mae

[3ho]

Jun had seen the whole thing through a veil of plastic and air. Tucked beneath the mass of oversized floaties, she held her breath and watched the shadowy outline of Ellie-Mae thrashing at the surface like a storm given legs. The rage was palpable—even from her hiding spot, Jun could feel the heat rolling off her opponent’s flushed skin, could hear the barked challenge.

She could think of several different things to post on socials right now to capitalize, but for now she had to wait.

She stayed perfectly still, body tense, heart pounding against her ribs like a second clock. But then—she saw it. Ellie’s silhouette vanished beneath the surface, sharp and purposeful, cutting through the pool like a guided torpedo. Jun's eyes widened. She only had seconds. Already, she could see fingers slipping between the floaties, blindly probing. A donut drifted aside. A flamingo tipped. Her cover was unraveling.

Jun didn’t wait to be caught. In one fluid burst, she shifted just as Ellie’s fingers grazed her arm. With a sudden splash, Jun twisted low and surged downward, grabbing Ellie’s wrist as she passed and pulling her deeper. The floaties exploded outward behind them, scattered like startled birds. Kicking downward with all the force she could muster, Jun yanked Ellie beneath the surface in a blur of motion, bubbles, and sheer audacity. If she was getting dragged out like a fish, then she’d be the one doing the fishing.

They were face to face again, Jun had her arms wrapped around Ellie-Mae, trying to squeeze her, which brought their bodies pressed against one another.
"My god, how about you chill and. Enjoy. This!" Jun stammered with each word at the end leading to another more intense squeeze of her bearhug. The image was littered in fan service but that's why they were paid as much as they were, right?

[BuggyD501]

Ellie’s momentum was her own downfall, one second hunting, the next being pulled down like prey caught in a whirlpool. Her eyes went wide underwater as Jun’s grip locked tight around her, arms coiling in a crushing bearhug that dragged their bodies flush together in the shimmer of blue and pink light.

They crashed into the pool floor like a dropped anchor, Jun’s legs bracing against the tiles while Ellie flailed just enough to signal surprise, and just a little panic.

Their bodies tangled, slick with motion and water, the image caught perfectly by the pool’s underwater lighting, framing them in a surreal mix of wrestling grit and shameless fan service.

Ellie kicked hard, trying to twist her body, but the grip was tight. Her hand reached out, trying to pry herself free, but every inch closer to the surface she reached for was met with another crushing pulse of pressure around her ribs. She was trying desperately to escape but to no avail, she was getting weaker and weaker by the second.

[3ho]

Jun had a rather smug look on her face as she saw Ellie-Mae wilt in her embrace. The fans had to have been eating it up, but Jun? She was loving it for the front seat view.

"Ooooh Ellie~ having trouble hanging on? Good."

Jun emphasized her point with a tighter squeeze but this wasn't her speed. Her arms were getting tired from exerting themselves so much so after that last squeeze, she lessened her hold and stepped around to Ellie's backside. Adjusting her arms, she slipped them under her armpits to pull her into a full nelson with the Idol's hands making sure to grab handfuls of that pink hair.

It was fully locked in since Jun was more interested in hauling Ellie over to the edge of the pool, taking large waddling steps over. When the reached the edge, she'd release the hold but keep a grip on Ellie to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere.

Jun rammed Ellie against the pool wall harshly before she discarded her opponent's torso across the pool deck. The Idol slipped around to hop out of the pool and then squatted on a knee grabbing that pink ponytail and yanking her opponent's head back to meet her gaze.

"Not so hot now, huh. Get up."

Jun commanded, yanking Ellie's hair and using her other hand to grab and pull at one of Ellie's arms to try and haul her up and out of the pool.

[BuggyD501]

The pool hissed with the ripples of motion as Jun dragged Ellie across the shallow waters like a trophy. The once-vicious brat had gone slack in her grip, her head bobbing with every motion, arms trailing behind her, body carried in Jun's iron clutch. The audience, digital or otherwise, was getting a show now. One part domination, one part drama, and all soaked in attitude.

Jun’s grip shifted, arms sliding under Ellie’s to lock her up in a tight full nelson, and her fingers gripped tight into the tangled mess of pink hair like she was claiming a prize. Each step toward the edge of the pool was deliberate and punishing, Ellie’s feet barely moving beneath her, waddling like a ragdoll dragged along for the ride.

Then, BAM.
Ellie’s back smacked the edge of the pool with a splash, a whimper barely escaping her lips before her torso was flung forward, landing soaked and sprawled across the tiles of the deck like a discarded towel. Her body twitched, arms splayed out, legs still dangling in the water.

Her cheek pressed against the cool stone, she let out a groggy breath, eyes fluttering half-lidded. Her lipstick had long since vanished, hair a mess of knotted pink and blonde sticking to her face. She didn’t even resist when Jun grabbed her ponytail again, jerking her head back to meet that victorious glare.

Her eyelids fluttered open, barely. Her mouth hung open in a dazed gape, breath ragged. She looked like someone who had just taken a full round of humiliation and still hadn’t quite processed it.

Jun yanked one of her arms, Ellie groaned in protest, but she was dragged regardless, hauled slowly up like a dripping, ruined doll, head slumping forward before snapping back again with another hair-pull.

She was up now.

But barely.

And Jun still had the floor.

[3ho]

Jun felt great. A little wet but that’ll dry off in time now that she could go back to how she wanted this evening to go. How much longer?

Jun pulled her phone from the pouch strapped to her thigh. The timer had 20 minutes remaining, a third of this match had passed by.

“Oh, look at that, ten minutes have flown by.”

Jun gaffed as she turned to look at Ellie’s pitiful state.

“Speaking of looking, look at your sorry state, Ellie-Mae. Smile!”

Jun beamed as she snapped a picture of Ellie laying there like a discarded piece of trash. Taking the time to caption it out.

What looks like trash, acts like trash? Answer: @PunkQueen44. #TrashQueen44

Sent.

Jun felt good about that, too. Stepping over to grab that pink ponytail like a leash, she pulled her opponent along over to the nearest pool chair. Taking a seat on the end, she pulled Ellie’s back across the Idol’s knees.

With a slow precision, she pushed down on Ellie’s chin and the other hand held across her opponent’s legs to apply an Over-The-Knee Backbreaker, casually amplifying the hold.

“I need a drink. Another Mojito. Thanks!”

Jun called out to a wait staff.

[BuggyD501]

The poolside tiles burned with leftover heat from the summer day, but none of it compared to the simmering humiliation burning through Ellie-Mae’s drenched skin.

Her body dragged like dead weight as Jun took hold of her ponytail again, leading her across the deck like a conquered rival, her limbs scraping lightly across the tile. The click of Jun’s heels, the shimmer of water dripping from their bodies, and the cruel cheer in her voice all blended into the background buzz of music and camera clicks.

Ellie’s eyes barely opened, her body too sluggish to resist as she was lifted and placed across Jun’s knees, the world spinning with the motion.

And then, pain.

Her back arched in the Over-The-Knee Backbreaker, a groan caught in her throat as her spine bent unnaturally. One of Jun’s hands pressed under her chin, the other trapping her legs, and Ellie could do nothing but tremble there, her soaked form bent like a bowstring.

Her vision shimmered, not just from the water in her eyes, but from the hot sting of tears that broke past her defiance, spilling down her cheeks in quiet defiance of her usual arrogance. Her lips quivered, jaw clenched, but the pressure was too much, and her hand gripped the pool chair’s cushion in a silent, shaking grasp.

Her chest heaved in short, sharp breaths as she blinked furiously, trying to bite back the shame curling up inside her.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not on camera. Not here.

And all she could hear was Jun’s voice ordering a mojito, like she was taking a break in the middle of ruining her.

The crowd? Eating it up.
Social media? Exploding.
Ellie? Breaking.

[3ho]

Jun had been caught up in making the bitch bend, her face wound in a sinister grin, for her that she wasn't sure how long had passed until the wait staff brought over her drink. She changed in an instant to being the pleasant idol that people expected.

"Ah, you are so wonderful! Thank you!"

Jun said, folding her index finger and thumb against each other to make a height sign. For Westerners, that was how they often did a heart in Asia since you could form the rough heart shape with those fingers crossed. She was so surprised people never knew about that because it was so easy to make that sign.

Anyway, Jun set her drink down on that pitiable midriff of Ellie-Mae and leaned back. She lowered a hand and patted at Ellie's cheek while the woman writhed and groaned.

"All tuckered out? Good. You can just lay there and make yourself useful."

Jun pulled out her phone and snapped her photo, drink in hand and aimed down at Ellie-Mae's dangling head and arms.

Someone is getting all bent out of shape... #TrashQueen44 learning why I'm better! <3 <3

She brought her drink up for a nice taste and reclined.

[BuggyD501]

The crowd watching online, and anyone lucky enough to be poolside, was witnessing a masterclass in ego destruction.

Ellie-Mae’s soaked body arched helplessly over Jun’s knees, her arms dangling limply toward the tile, fingers twitching now and then in broken frustration. The sharp curve of her spine, her water-slicked skin, and the soft trembling of her legs all painted the image of a brat whose mouth had finally been cashed out by reality.

When Jun’s drink was casually placed on her stomach, it almost made her flinch.

Almost.

But she didn’t. Because she couldn’t.

The weight of it settled there, cold condensation running down her side, and Ellie just groaned, face twisted in discomfort, tears still shimmering at the corners of her lashes, tears she hated letting anyone see.

Jun’s mock-pats to her cheek were a new low, each light tap like a hammer to what was left of her pride. Her body tensed with every hit, even if it wasn’t painful. It was insulting. Deliberate. Calculated.

The sound of the photo snapping burned deeper than anything physical, and Ellie’s lips moved, but no words came. Just a hiss of breath and a trembling jaw.

And when Jun leaned back, drink in hand, sipping like royalty lounging on her human furniture, Ellie could only remain stretched and suffering, a poster child for dominance gone viral.

But the match wasn’t over.

The clock was still ticking.

And somewhere inside Ellie, behind the cracking pride and dripping mascara, that bratty spark still flickered.

[3ho]

Jun took a few more leisurely sips of her drink until setting it aside for now. She’d return to it in a minute as she had some trash hanging off her lap.

“My gaaawd, Ellie-Mae, get over yourself down there and just accept you’ve been bested. Quit the pathetic noises that you love making so much.”

Jun roughly shoved Ellie off of her lap so she could slide up onto her pool chair to lounge fully reclined. Her for sure win in these promo matches was to take to social media, responding and messaging when she thoroughly womped her opponent. So that’s what she did, sipping her mojito and messaging fans to raise her numbers a lot higher than Ellie-Mae.

[BuggyD501]

THUD.

Ellie’s body slid off Jun’s lap like a soaked, discarded towel, landing face-down with a slap against the pool deck. Her arms sprawled out, legs twitching, still bent from the lingering effects of the backbreaker. Her breath came in ragged gasps, shoulders shuddering.

But as Jun reclined back on the chair, lounging like a sunbathing queen, her guard dropped.

She didn’t hear the way Ellie’s breathing began to shift, less labored, more focused. She didn’t see the way Ellie’s fingers curled into fists against the tile. And she definitely didn’t feel the heat bubbling in Ellie’s chest, rage mixing with the last dregs of her energy, distilling into something sharp.

Jun was halfway through typing a reply to a fan when...

BAM.

Ellie lunged up with a surge of adrenaline, climbing onto the lounger and scrambling up Jun’s body like a feral cat. Her knees straddled the idol’s hips, arms lashing out to shove that smug phone to the side, and both hands gripped Jun’s wrists, pinning them above her head.

Her hair was wild, face red and streaked with water and tears, and her lip trembled, not from pain now, but from fury.

She loomed just inches over Jun’s face, dripping, breath hot and panting.

“You wanna talk trash? You wanna post pics? Post this, bitch.”

Her weight pressed down as she struggled to hold Jun down, chest heaving, voice cracked but dripping with venom.

The brat was back.