Bend Peppy out of shape

Peppy reached her corner to grab her microphone, swinging it like a mace by the wire. Melissa caught it in mid-air, slapping Pepper across the face and to the mat.

“So fucking wrestler. Soon as things look grim, it’s nothing but tricks and cheating. Well it’s time you saw what real skill can do.”

Melissa grabbed both of Peppy’s legs, hooking her toes behind her knees. She snatched up Pepper’s arms, falling onto her back and holding Pepper in a ceiling hold. The Pop star could only scream her protests as her limbs and back were stretched painfully above her enemy, put on display for the crowd as her tiny outfit was stretched out.

“You wanted to give em a show? Time we showed YOU off.”