The bedrooms lights dim, only for an explosion of bubblegum fireworks to appear on the ceiling like a candy-colored sunrise. The small TV screen flickers to life with glittering bubble letters that read: “Bubblegum Bombshell !!”. Soon Mimi’s theme song blasts through the small speakers around the private bedroom. Theme song !!
Mimi Monroe !!
Suddenly, Mimi bursts from behind the door in a whirlwind of ribbons and energy. Her long blonde ponytail bounces wildly, crowned with an oversized pink bow that seems just a little too big for her head, but somehow perfectly fits her. She’s clad in her signature deep pink gear, cut high and flashy, with matching thigh-high boots.
She prances her way into the room, high-fiving the referee with the same chaotic energy as a pinball bouncing off bumpers.
“From Sunshine City, USA… Standing five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty three pounds… The Bubblegum Bombshell of LAW… MIMI MONROEEEE !!!”
Mimi stops at the center of the room. She strikes a dramatic pose. Once inside, she dizzily spins to a corner and waits for her opponent.
Match Type: One Night Stand Victory Conditions:A match that takes place in a private bedroom. No strikes are allowed, and if anyone does, the referee (a wrestler herself) can team with the other wrestler to punish them for two minutes. Victory can only be obtained by gaining the most smother knockouts in one hour.
Finally, finally, Lola had a match.
Though, to be fair, she could’ve had a match ages ago, if she had been willing to settle for the scraps that management was throwing her way. Her debut match had end up in a win, but it had also resulted in broken ribs for the poor idiot they’d thrown her way, which made the book committee tepid about sending her weak opponents. They wanted to have her going against someone in her own weight class. Someone with better experience. Someone stronger.
In other words, someone who would absolutely beat her.
Lola was simply not having that, so she passed on their offers, even though it meant she would lose specific opportunities. It was worth it, in her eyes - she knew her style, knew her brand, and knew it wouldn’t serve her well to be ragdolled about by some barbarian woman. She needed someone she could have fun with, someone less threatening.
In other words, she needed a toy, and after waiting long enough, management finally presented one to her: Hello, Mimi Monroe. Lola didn’t often do research on her opponents, but she did a cursory search on her opponent, and liked everything she saw - small, petite, vulnerable—an horrid record. She wasn’t sure how you could do that badly if you tried.
Needless to say, but Lola was sporting no small amount of confidence as she strode in the room, clad in a thick black robe that kept her attire a mystery for now. She took a look around the room and nodded in approval - there was a dark, foreboding edge to it, red neon lights dotting the walls, black sheets on the bed, a blood red wall. About as close to her
as she could’ve hoped for.
Of even more interest was the referee herself - a tall, muscular woman of African descent, with dusky skin and a bare-shaven head. She was nude, save for a thin thing she wore with just a hint of the referee’s pinstripes, the only hint of her role in this affair tonight. Her skin shimmered in the dark lights, and even here she could see the rippling muscle along her form. There was a lethal look to her, like some silent sentinel come to life.
Lola bit her lip, drinking in the sight of her, before she turned her attention to her prey for the evening - Mimi, who looked entirely too happy and was wearing entirely too many clothes. She would fix one of those things right now. ”You,” She waved a lazy finger Mimi’s way. ”Strip.”
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Mimi Monroe, bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically glowed under the moody red lights. Her oversized pink bow wobbled on her head with every bounce.
“I’ve survived like… five powerbombs in a row before! I think! It got kinda blurry after number three.”
The setting definitely wasn’t what she was used to, but Mimi’s ever-present optimism kept her smiling. Then Lola’s voice cut through. Mimi froze, mid-bounce.
“…Huh?”
Mimi blinked, confusion flickering across her eyes. She gave a nervous giggle. Mimi unzipped and peeled off her leotard slowly, not seductively, more like a puppy caught in her leash. There she stood in her pink bra and matching boyshorts.
Lola looked on, watching as Mimi did what she asked, without even a word of consternation. Quite satisfying to see that the woman - no, the girl knew her place, all without being pushed. She was ready to use force to push her about if need be, but it was interesting to see how far she could get with only the simplest of suggestions.
Lola watched. She noted. She smirked, liking what she saw. Mimi wasn’t unattractive, she would give her that much.
”Hm. Good. Now…”
Lola stepped forward and let her robe slip off, pooling at her feet and revealing her
, a stunning piece that put her features on fine display. She wouldn’t have been out of place in any magazine’s centerfold - in fact, she had worn this number for one of her better photoshoots. It stood in stark contrast to Mimi’s humble attire, a fact she was keenly aware of as she stepped forward and made her way into the woman’s personal space.
Close. So close, now. She looked her opponent over with heavy-lidded eyes and the small pout on her lips, as if she was expecting something. Anything. Daring Mimi to take the initiative.
Mimi’s eyes went huge as Lola’s robe slipped away. She bit her lip, blushing “Whoa, is this for real?” She said before flashing a giggly, dazzled smile.
She swallowed hard. “Okaaaay, You want me to make the first move? Well… I’m not just a cute face, ya know!” She gave her a cheeky smile as the match officially began.
Mimi lunged forward, like a bouncy puppy trying to grab a ball. She aimed for a quick, playful tackle, arms going wide as she tried to catch Lola off-guard with a fast but gentle smother attempt.
This was dumb. Lola knew it was dumb. She might not have been much of a fighter, but you didn’t need a black belt to know that letting your opponent get the first hit in a fight, free of charge, was an amazingly dumb thing to do, and only an extremely dumb person would do it.
In most circumstances. This was special. Mimi was about as threatening as the average Cocker-Spaniel, and Lola suspected her offense would be just as impressive.
She was right.
The woman came barreling into her, attempting to knock her over - her, a woman who outweighed her by at least forty pounds. It would’ve been comical if it wasn’t so pathetic. Lola chuckled, anyway. ”30%.”
Lola leaped up, grabbed Mimi’s head, and fell to the floor as her thighs wrapped around the woman’s waist, bringing them to the floor for what might have looked like a warm embrace - until her ankles crossed and her feet clapped together with a sharp slap that echoed across the room. Her thick thighs bulged, pulsing with hardened muscle, swelled, and pressed into Mimi’s midsection with just under third of Lola’s full strength - not much, by her standards, but still a devastating amount of force. Enough to make it hard for Mimi to breathe. Enough to make bones crack. Enough to hurt.
She whispered into Mimi’s ear, dark and lustful. ”Don’t scream.”
Mimi gasped, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts as Lola’s powerful thighs squeezed around her midsection. She pressed her hands weakly against the muscle pressing in on her, trying to create any space she could, but it was no use.
Mimi shifted slightly, wiggling as best she could, a determined sparkle in her eyes despite the difficult situation. She gasped and looked at the woman as she hissed at the pain. She got goosebumps from Lola’s words and kept trying to fight the thighs, and the pain.
Wow. Just…wow. This was going to be too easy, wasn’t it?
Then again, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. ‘Too easy’ was what she came for, after all. She wanted the easy win. But even she thought it would take her a little longer than one minute before she got her thighs around this little nothing of a wrestler - and yet, here they were. The match was, effectively, over at this point, and it was just a question of how long Lola wanted to play with her food.
The answer? She hadn't decided. It all depended on how amusing Mimi was.
”Good girl.” Lola clicked her tongue and leaned back, as if settling in for the night. She gave her thighs little pulses of power, making sure Mimi knew who was in charge, giving her a taste of what she could do if the woman became too unruly. ”You can’t get out of this. Don’t bother trying.” She tilted her head to the side. ”Hm. Maybe find something more productive to do with those hands?”
”Nnnnghh–!” Mimi squealed, her hands pawing uselessly at Lola’s thighs, fingertips digging in but finding nothing to pry apart. Her legs kicked, pink boots thumping the mat, her ponytail bouncing with every desperate jolt.
“C-come onnn! Lemme go! I wasn’t ready yet!” she whined, wriggling in frantic little bursts.
Her hands slid up and down, first trying to wedge in at the knees, then fumbling at Lola’s hip as if she could push her way free. But Mimi’s strength was laughable against the iron grip crushing her. Soon she was just pawing, fluttery and weak, her palms tapping against Lola’s thigh not in submission, but in panicked protest.
“I-I’ll…I’ll get outta this, just watch! The Bubblegum Bombshell’s… not… done yet!” Mimi huffed through gritted teeth, her face flushing as she kicked again.
People tended to react in a lot of ways when she got her legs around them, but in her humble experience, you could divide most of them into two big camps: whisperers and the squealers. The whisperers were the ones who got quiet with their pain and begged her, pleading for her to let them go, to ease up, not to grind their bones into a fine paste. ‘Please, don’t break ribs’, ‘I…can’t…breathe…’, that sort of thing.
Which one she preferred really just came down to her mood for the day. Today, she was in the mood for a squealer, and Mimi certainly fit the bill, kicking up a small riot as Lola pulped her bones. It was an amusing display, but one she wouldn’t indulge in forever. Not when there was so much more fun to be had.
”Hm. You’re not?” Lola whipped around and spun them about on the bed, so she could move on top and straddle her opponent’s waist. She unclasped her legs, easing up on the scissorhold, but that would be a short relief, Mimi would find - a moment later, her thighs pressed against the woman’s hips. Not as crushing as the scissorhold, but still enough force to keep her under control.
Lola reached up and tried to pin the woman’s wrists to the bed, as she leaned in and leered at her. ”And now?”
