Mimi means trouble

Mimi pranced into the ring, waving innocently to Jessy. She knew better than to trust he cutey façade. She was a hardcore bitch.

The bell rang and Mimi threw a hard punch, Jess ducking under it and grabbing the arm to pull the maid into a hammerlock submission. She twisted the arm behind Mimi’s back, making her arch and stretch the confines of her top with her breasts.

“AH! Most… nng… impressive. But stupeed!” Mimi suddenly charged backwards, hitting the ropes and bouncing back, Irish whipping Jess across the ring. She ran and flipping Jess over her head, landing hard on the mat. Mimi blew a kiss to the crowd before she stood right over Jess, still a little dazed from the slam.

“I have you now, mon petit!” She picked Jess up off the mat by the hair, making her scream. Mimi giggled. “Bon Voyage, my sweet!” She dug both hands into Mimi’s hair, spinning her by it in a wide arc. Her strength was impressive, whirling Jessy fast enough to lift her feet off the ground. Jess wailed the entire time until she gave one extra loud scream, a handful of her long hair remaining in Mimi’s hands as the dizzied Jess was flung over the ropes, crashing onto the announcer’s table.

“Oh my. Was eet a nice flight?” Mimi teased.