Mimi Monroe vs Lola, The Body - Bubblegum Bubblebutt

[Eir]

Mimi sucked in a ragged gasp the second Lola’s thighs loosened, coughing and wheezing as if she’d just been spared drowning. Her chest heaved, sweat clinging to her hairline as she blinked up at her captor, only to squeal again when Lola rolled her and pressed her down flat.

“Eeeep! H-hey…no fair! I was just catching my breath!” Mimi kicked her heels uselessly against the bed, writhing like a fish on a dock while Lola’s weight straddled her waist. The smaller blonde tried to twist her shoulders, but the grip on her wrists shoved her arms out wide, pinning her like a butterfly on display.

Her pink bow flopped with every struggle, ribbons swishing while she bucked up beneath Lola’s thighs. “Y-you think you’ve got me, but…ugh…Bubblegum Bombshells are super slippery! J-just watch, I’ll-” she yelped again as Lola leaned in closer, voice catching in a squeaky little hiccup of panic.

“…okay okay wait! Lemme…nghh…lemme just think for a sec!” she pleaded, cheeks red, eyes darting around the room as she gasped.

[BlackAkuma]

Credit where credit was due - Mimi was a fighter. It wasn’t going to get her anywhere, not with Lola on top, but she admired the woman’s persistence, if nothing else.

She held her position and stared into the woman’s eyes as she strugged, easily riding her down with the marked weight difference. It was amusing in a way, like watching a fly with its wings clipped off, desperately trying to fly and getting absolutely nowhere.

Amusing for a few moments. But…

”Hm. Bored now.” And that was all the warning Lola would give before she shuffled up Mimi’s body, pinned her shoulders under her knees, and sat down square on the woman’s face, engulfing her features, dragging her into a hot darkness. She folded her arms and let all of her weight come down, creating a perfect seal - Mimi wouldn’t be doing any breathing, not if Lola didn’t allow it.

She suspected this would be a running theme with the match. It would serve Mimi well to get used to that.

[Eir]

Mimi’s eyes went wide the second the pressure came down, a muffled squeak tearing out of her before she could stop it.

“Ngh !!, h-hey!”

Her hands flew up on instinct, palms pressing, elbows flailing as her legs kicked uselessly beneath her. She twisted her head, shoulders straining, ribs heaving as she bucked and bridged with everything she had, nails scraping against the mat.

“C’mon, c’mon, Mimi!” she rasped to herself, voice tight, half panicked.

She thrashed harder, trying to rock them sideways, trying to make space, any space at all, face burning as she refused to go still.

[BlackAkuma]

Mimi was honestly starting to piss Lola off, and at first, she couldn't understand why. It wasn’t like she was looking for a challenge, here. She was pleased to crush the dumb bitch into oblivion and call it a day. She could not have cared less about getting a challenge out of this or making some kind of statement.

And yet, she was so, so pathetic.

Lola looked down, hands on hips, as the woman fruitlessly struggled beneath her, barely able to make her budge. Somehow, she still thought she had some chance. Somehow, she’d fooled herself into believing she would get anywhere, even if she did escape.

Lola could squash those notions. She leaned forward, planted her palms on the canvas, spread her legs out wide, raised her hips, and proceed to ram her ass into the woman’s face with her full weight behind the thrust.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The crowd would be appreciative. She suspected Mimi wouldn’t be.

[Eir]

“Stop !! please, stop !!” Mimi cries, voice breaking as her face presses helplessly to the mat over and over again. Her arms shake violently when she tries to move, then give out, slapping back down with no strength behind them.

“It hurts, it really hurts” she sobs, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Another crushing impact forces a sharp wail out of her throat. Tears spill freely now, soaking into the mat as she turns her head weakly to the side.

Her legs twitch uselessly, then go still, her body trembling under the pressure. “Please stop” she whimpers, voice small and cracked.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, here came the crying. Typically, Lola would be all about getting these cries out of her victims. It was the kind of play she lived for, and she’d become well known for making her competitors scream in the dark corners of the dressing rooms she frequented whenever one of them dared to cross her.

But Mimi was just so…so...pathetic. She frankly was taking the fun out of torture. As much as she would’ve loved to smash her face for an hour straight - a good workout - she couldn't put up with the whimpering for another second.

Mimi wanted her to stop? She’d stop.

Of course, she’d stop by sitting on the woman’s face and taking away all of her oxygen, completely covering her face with her fine ass, but she would stop.

Lola signed, leaned back, and idly checked her nails as she waited for the fight to leave her opponent. Wouldn’t take long, she wagered.

[Eir]

“Mmph!! okay…okay, Mimi is sorry!!”

Her voice comes out squished and breathless, panic setting in. Her boots kick uselessly against the mat, hands pushing and pawing with frantic little slaps that do not move Lola even an inch. Her eyes are watery, ponytail bow crushed awkwardly as she squirms.

“GET OFF !!” she gasps, trying to twist her shoulders, trying to turn her face enough to drag in air. One glove reaches out, trembling, fingers stretching blindly.

Soon, her kicks start to lose rhythm. The slaps of her gloves slow, turning weak and uncoordinated. Her reaching hand shakes harder, then falters, dropping to the mat. Her body gives one last small twitch. Then she goes limp, arms falling still as she passes out.

[BlackAkuma]

And now she was talking about herself in third person. Sheesh. Needless to say, Lola didn’t give Mimi any of the mercy she was clamoring for, and merely rode out the woman’s final moments, taking her place and settling down with her full weight, content to let gravity do all the work for her. It didn’t take long, either - sure enough, after a few moments, the twitching came, the struggling, the stretching and then…

Out. Like a light. Pathetic.

Lola sighed and stood up, with Mimi’s face so plastered against her skin that you could almost hear the skin peeling off. She stood up, arms folded, and began to pace around the ring, using the moment to catch her breath while she waited for her opponent to wake up.

Not that she particularly needed it, of course.

[Eir]

Mimi’s world came back in pieces. First there was warmth. Then her eyes opened to a very bright light.

She peeled herself off the mat with a noise that sounded halfway between a groan and a whine. Her blonde ponytail was a disaster, one ribbon hanging loose as she sat up and stared up at the lights.

For a few seconds she just lay there. Then she remembered. “…Oh.” She noticed her opponent, Lola pacing around the room. She remembered that a few minutes ago she’d apparently been smothered unconscious. “…Ohhhh.” She stood up slowly, cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment.

“Okay, first of all? I would like the record to show that I fought very bravely.” She pointed a finger upward despite nobody asking.

“Second of all, that was super unfair! You can’t just sit on people until they stop existing! That’s not wrestling, that’s being furniture!” She thought for a second before speaking again “…Actually, no, that was definitely wrestling.” She sighed “Really effective wrestling.”

She stared at Lola pacing around the ring, looking like she hadn’t broken a sweat and puffed out her cheeks “You know, some opponents have the decency to be tired after they flatten me.”

[BlackAkuma]

And she’s back. Took her long enough.

Lola stood back and watched as Mimi came back to reality - or whatever semblance of reality she was used to. She leaned against the ropes, checking her fingernails, as the woman squirmed about, and she was still doing that when the blonde rose up and began to speak once more.

It was tempting - sorely tempting - to just rush in and start squeezing. But Lola could concede she was a trifle curious to hear what this little Barbie Doll of a woman had to say.

She wasn’t terribly impressed.

”Hm.” Once Mimi had finally finished speaking, she pushed off the ropes and sauntered over to Mimi as she rose, hands on hips, swaying with every step. ”Maybe I will be after I put you down a second time. We’ll see.” She opened arms up and lowered slightly, ready to grapple once more. ”Anything else to say?”