Bubblegum Goes POP: Mimi Monroe vs Maeve Harlow (D)

[Misfit_Alien]

The 'Bubblegum Bombshell', Mimi Monroe vs Maeve Harlow, the 'Cerulean Spitfire'
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten-count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

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"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Vancouver, Canada...the black and blue bombshell of your dreams...standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 149 lbs...the CERULEAN SPITFIRE...MAEVE HARLOW!!!"

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Her piercing yellow eyes and cool blue hair left the crowd stunned in awe, already enamored by the blue-haired bombshell mere MOMENTS after her emergence. Her confidence spoke for itself as she walked around the entrance area with swagger and passion, looking like she was on cloud nine. She glanced around at the audience, catching the eyes of a few lucky spectators, flashing them a wink before sauntering down toward the ring, leaving heads turning as she made her way through the aisle. Her hips sensually swayed from side-to-side. Her leather jacket clung tightly to her arms, the same as her bottoms, which looked to be a snug fit against her hips...however, those skimpy, leather hot pants of hers left far little up to the imagination as they curved around her assets so nicely. The tall, partially sculpted woman was a blue-haired baddie, a street-savvy queen with a raging temper and a devil-may-care attitude, looking for a good time at someone else's expense.

She ascended the steel steps and slipped through the ropes after sitting on the middle-most one with her legs crossed, sticking out her tongue while bouncing on it, arms draped over the top ropes to give the crowd another round of eye candy before slipping inside and climbing up the turnbuckle. She posed one final time, throwing her arms out. As if on command, the crowd bathed her with praise and adoration before she proceeded to take off her leather jacket, letting it slip from her shoulders in a rather slow, tantalizing manner, managing to turn even the most minor of actions into a nice display for the audience before tossing it to the outside. She hopped down from the corner and cracked her knuckles, a cocky smirk on her face, knowing damn well that she was about to have some SERIOUS fun tonight.

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[Eir]

The lights shift from cool blue to a blinding cotton-candy pink as Mimi’s music plays.

Entrance Music !!

“…And her opponent! From St. Petersburg, Florida—standing five-foot-four and weighing in at one-hundred-twenty-three pounds! The BUBBLEGUM BOMBSHELL… MIMIIIII MONROOOOOOE!!!”

Mimi Monroe !!

Mimi bursts through the curtain, a toothy grin on her face. The oversized pink bow in her ponytail practically glows under the lights as she twirls in a circle. She points toward Maeve in the ring like she’s calling her shot, then immediately points at herself, bouncing on her toes.

Her bright pink ribbons trail behind as she skips down the ramp, slapping every outstretched hand she can reach, stopping only to blow kisses to the small amount of fans chanting her name. “You guys ready to see me!?” she yells.

Mimi climbs onto the apron, nearly trips over the middle rope, and throws both arms wide, striking a big, exaggerated pose.

Inside the ring, she circles Maeve, still grinning, but there’s a little wobble in her bravado as she takes in the size and swagger of the Cerulean Spitfire.

“O-okay…” she mutters under her breath with a nervous giggle, shaking out her arms. “She’s really pretty up close.”

Then she slaps her cheeks twice, puffing herself up again before pointing straight at Maeve with a trembling finger.

“Alright, YOU ARE GOING DOWN !!”

[Misfit_Alien]

When Mimi entered the fray, Maeve's wicked grin widened, enjoying the sight of her would-be opponent this evening. The bubbly colors, the bright and enthusiastic attitude, the bright-eyed look on her face, and the sparkle in her eyes...oh yeah, this was Maeve's FAVORITE kind of woman to break...a woman of pure sunshine and sweetness that she could turn rotten, spoiling her until she was a moaning, sweating mess on the cavnas, covered with as many hickeys as she was bruises. When the two finally came face-to-face, Maeve didn't waste any time in demonstrating what kind of woman she was to the blonde-haired wrestler.

"Ain't you a cute little thing, cupcake-..." Maeve replied, chuckling to herself as she stretched her arms, looking at Mimi from afar...only to close the gap between them rather quickly, suddenly chest-to-chest with the woman, invading her personal space as things suddenly got REAL promiscuous, starting off with Maeve bellowing out another laugh at the blonde's would-be declaration of confidence, only to respond to it like it was nothing. "Oh, I'm going down alright-...I can see it now...hearing your sweet little moans as I go down on YOU~...I wonder what flavor of bubblegum you taste like...I bet you're nice and sweet, aren't you~?" She said, cupping Mimi's cheek in her gloved hand, bringing her face in real close, their lips nearly touching as Maeve spoke to her directly.

"Don't worry, I'll take GOOD care of you tonight-..." She said, already seeing that Mimi wasn't the most focused woman in the ring. With all these salacious words echoing in her mind, there's every chance that the Bubblegum Bombshell would miss the fact that the bell had rung. However, before she could realize...and before she could even respond to Maeve's lewd and provocative statements, the Cerulean Spitfire would RAM her knee into Mimi's stomach to make her double over, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her into the corner behind her. "It's 'playtime', darling~..."

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Mimi’s eyes went wide as the words hit her like a lightning bolt and then even wider when Maeve suddenly closed the distance. Her mouth opened to respond to her comments, but before she could get a word out… WHAM!

Maeve’s knee slammed against her stomach, knocking the air right out of her. Mimi doubled over as she gasped for air. “Uhhgh !!” she yelped, wobbling back, trying to regain her balance as Maeve’s hand tangled in her hair.

Mimi’s stumbled into the corner, slamming against the turnbuckles. Her ponytail bobbed like a tiny flag of surrender.

Mimi shook her head vigorously, as if shaking off the pain, and bounced up and down, spinning her arms in little circles. Her ribbons fluttered wildly behind her. “You think a little knee’s gonna stop me? Nuh-uh!”
She tried to launch herself back at Maeve with a sloppy, over-enthusiastic clothesline.

[Misfit_Alien]

Maeve ADORED the way Mimi crumbled against the turnbuckle, practically collapsing after taking such a stiff knee to the stomach. The blue-haired woman reveled in her opponent's theatrical gasping, the way her chest heaved up and down as she desperately drew in breath, all while nearly folded over from the impact. However, it was Mimi's little rebellious spark that truly captured the Spitfire's fascination, especially with how she attempted a...rather pathetic, but spirited...Clothesline on the Canadian woman, CRASHING against Maeve's upper body with her arm. The woman stumbled back a single step, but instead of looking hurt, confused, or even pissed off...she just smiled. She smiled like EVERYTHING was perfect. And to her-...it was~...because now things had gotten TRULY interesting.

"Ooo, got a little fight in ya, cupcake~...?" Maeve asked, her tone dripping with sweet sarcasm as she mocked Mimi's dreadful attempt at a Clothesline. She brushed her hand over her chest, patting it gently. "Again." She commanded, looking Mimi dead in her eyes with a sinister glee. Her tone shifted from playful to commanding as she instructed Mimi to attack her. "C'mon then...HIT ME...Let's see if there's some spice amongst all that sugar, cupcake~..." She said.

[Eir]

Mimi froze mid-step, her arm still half-extended from the weak clothesline that barely made Maeve blink. Her cheeks were glowing pink and her ponytail bounced once as she took a step back, blinking up at the taller woman.

“…A-again?” she squeaked, her voice rising an octave. She puffed her cheeks out. “Okay, fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn ya this time!” she declared, trying to sound confident despite the way her voice cracked halfway through. She rolled her shoulders dramatically, hyping herself up.

“Here comes the Bubble Pop Express!” she shouted, as she ran towards the ropes, bouncing off the ropes. She charged in again, full speed this time, throwing her arm out with all her heart.

[Misfit_Alien]

Maeve merely smirked at the panicky blonde, whose squeaky voice only entertained her more. That cute pout of hers made the blue-haired broad even more excited, having to contain herself from laughing aloud as Mimi tried to hype herself up...with mixed results...before launching herself toward the ropes in an attempt to build up some momentum, and likely some confidence too.

Meanwhile, Maeve would smile, cracking her neck with a sinister look in her eyes before suddenly darting forward to surprise Mimi. She charged in right behind her opponent, and as Mimi turned around to rebound off the ropes, she'd be met with a terrifying sight of a beautiful, bombshell of a broad chasing her down like a semi-truck. In one swift motion, Maeve raised her arm and SMASHED it into Mimi with a ferocious amount of power, clobbering her opponent with a stiff and explosive Lariat, shutting her little 'Bubble Pop Express' down right as it left the station!!! The impact would send a loud -THUMP- throughout the arena as the two collided, with Maeve giving her arm a little shake after the fact, but still amused as she focused on Mimi's reaction.

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Mimi’s eyes went wide as she turned around off the ropes and saw Maeve charging straight at her. “OH NO !!” she screamed.

The lariat slammed into her chest with a ferocious impact, flipping her backward like a ragdoll before she crashed flat onto the canvas. The thump echoed through the arena, making the crowd wince, gasp, and cheer all at once.

Mimi lay there, sprawled out, her limbs splayed in every direction. Her ribbons flopped over her shoulders, her ponytail draped across her face, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

“ghhh…k… owwww…” she whispered, her voice tiny and squeaky, like all the air had been knocked out of her.

She rolled weakly to her side and tried to push herself up, but her arms wobbled and gave out, sending her back onto the mat with a flop. One leg kicked out involuntarily, and her face pressed into the canvas.

“O-okay… s-so… noted… you hit like a freight train made of… pretty… pretty lady anger…” she mumbled, voice breathless. She tried to sit up again. Her body betrayed her and collapsed forward.

[Misfit_Alien]

"Well, ain't you a sweet little thing...How kind of ya to call me pretty. Almost makes me feel bad for what I'm about to do to ya next-...almost-..." Maeve said, grinning with malice before grabbing hold of Mimi's ponytail, dragging her along as if she had her on a leash, ignoring the referee's comments the whole time while softly sweet-talking the platinum blonde beauty. She'd pull her over to the nearby ropes, laying Mimi across the bottom-most one, facing up. Looming over her, Maeve would tighten her trunks, pulling them up her hips as if to make the tight-fitting gear accentuate her curves even more as she prepared to give Mimi quite the 'treat'...

"Deep breaths, darling-...I'm taking you for a little ride~" She said, slipping a leg around Mimi's head and through the ropes before bringing her other leg along, tightly gripping onto the ropes as she let her weight down slowly onto Mimi's head, ensnaring her between her thighs. Maeve would lay her pelvis across the woman's face, burying it deep between her legs as she brushed her opponent's face with her covered womanhood, grinding all over Mimi in a raunchy manner. She'd smother the ditzy Bubblegum Bombshell while bouncing on her chest, dry humping her into oblivion before breaking the sensual and illegal move up at the VERY last second to avoid disqualification.

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"Alright, alright ya buzzkill...way to ruin the fun...can't you see she's enjoying herself? Look at all the red in those cheeks~..." After heeding the referee's warning, she'd place the sole of her boot down onto Mimi's boobs, squishing it ever so slightly. "C'mon, darling, pick your sorry ass up and hit me~...What, do I gotta drag you around the ring again?" She asked, goading Mimi into getting back up. She wanted to see her try...to struggle...to fight...all so that she could crush her again and again. To Maeve, there was no greater pleasure than building her foe up only to break them back down in a never-ending spiral of pain and pleasure. And if Mimi couldn't bring the pain, Maeve would be more than happy to play the part at her opponent's expense.

[Eir]

Mimi let out a high, squeaky gasp as Maeve’s fingers clamped into her ponytail, yanking her upright like she weighed nothing at all. Her little arms flailed, hands grabbing weakly at Maeve’s wrist, but it did nothing. She stumbled, her boots scraping against the canvas, nearly tripping over herself as Maeve dragged her forward.

“H-hey! Wait… please… ow… I-I can’t !!” Mimi squeaked, her voice tiny and shaky, barely audible. Her chest heaved and every muscle felt. Her wide eyes were glued to Maeve, as she was placed across the bottom rope. Mimi’s bow slipped loose and her ribbons fell outside the ring, her hair cascading down to her shoulders. Mimi’s hands shot up, clutching at Maeve’s leg, tugging weakly, more like a frightened kitten than a wrestler. She let out a small, frightened squeal, her eyes wide and frantic, trying to find any space, any escape, but there was none. She gasped sharply, curling in slightly, trying to make herself smaller, trying to breathe, but it was hard as Maeve bounced on her face with the help of the ropes. Her small frame bounced helplessly with the movement, and she whimpered.

Mimi’s breaths came fast, shallow, and uneven. Her face was bright red, a mix of exertion, embarrassment, and panic.

“I-I can’t… I-I… p-please… stop… I…” Her voice cracked and trembled, the words spilling out in little gasps as her body twisted against Maeve’s hold. Her little hands pressed against Maeve’s thigh again, almost begging for release. Mimi’s legs shook uncontrollably. She tried to push up, to crawl away, to do anything, but her tiny body felt heavy and clumsy, her limbs uncoordinated from fear and exhaustion.

When Maeve released the hold, Mimi gasped and began to cough as she looked at the woman with tear-filled eyes. Slowly, and painfully, she dragged herself to her knees. Her hands pressed against the mat for support, fingers trembling. Her shoulders shook, head hanging low, hair falling into her face. Her chest heaved, her breaths rapid and uneven. Her arms hugged herself as she swayed on her knees, trembling, flustered, and completely at Maeve’s mercy, yet somehow still trying, still standing, still present.