Stand up

Get up get up get up!

You try, but when you put weight on your knee you collapse with a grimace. Then it's too late. Tiff hops over you for & grabs both your legs as she rolls. Before you know it, she's across your lumbar & wishboning you from behind.

"John's the Thanksgiving Turkey right now, complete with meat & 2 veg."

Schoolgirl is done with banter. So are you. The conversation is a back & forth of grunts & hisses. You're spread out to nearly 180°, fire spreading in your groin, hips & knees. With zero leverage, your only defence is to lean. But that only pulls the hold on tighter. The worst part, by far, is the return of the masked stranger at ringside.

The hell does she want?

Isn't it obvious, to watch you lose. Tiffany is about to make that happen, she flexes your legs to breaking point, 180°, 185°, 190°. The bones in your pelvis start to creak for God's sake. You ride it out to the end, until, with bared teeth & water in your eyes, you pound the mat in submission. The bell rings & she releases you, huffing & puffing & grinning. Your eyes are glued shut with agony.

Before you heal enough to move, that mask decides to punish you some more. She holds your legs open & stomps your balls. The audience screams with anger while you scream with your eyes. You wretch in pain & curl up on the mat, hating the cunt leering over you. Under the mask she must be smiling. But the Schoolgirl chases her off & she retreats with a double bird salute. Despite her own wounds, your foe looks ready to fight the fucker who attacked a defenceless man.

"Thanks Tiff" is what you would say if you weren't so fucked up right now.

Tiffany wins 1 point, & the match by submission.