A Once in a life time experience Trisha thought. She had been the lucky winner to have a training session with the amazing Melissa Mayhem, one of the rising professional wrestlers on the main circuit. She couldn’t believe her luck, but after multiple phone calls, delays, and last-minute changes Trisha finally found herself in the changing room of the practice ring. The Janitor had let her into the private building, whispering something about good luck or something that she couldn’t hear. Her body tingled, and fingers shook in excitement to finally meet one of her idols.
Leaving the change room, Trisha found herself in a simple room, with little adornments other than the regulation sized wrestling stage in the middle. Topping that was none other than Melissa herself, casually leaning against the ropes as she stared off at a muted TV in the corner. Although out of costume and wearing only the most basic wrestling setup, the wrestler’s hard physique showed her strength as an a list wrestler. Melissa turned from the noise of the change room door closing, noticing Trisha standing their awkwardly.
“There you finally are. Hurry up, we don’t have all day.” Stated Melissa, seemingly annoyed at Trisha for being tardy even though she had showed up early. Wasting no time, Trisha dashed up to the drink and slightly clumsily climbed onto the canvased stage. Quickly she darted to the middle of the arena, where her idol stood. She tried to speak. “In position now” Melissa interrupted, “On my word” the professional bent her knees. Trisha was shocked at the attitude but tried her best to copy the movement.
“START!”
The two wrestlers lunged at each other, with Trisha being quite a bit taller than her opponent. She tries to grapple Melissa, only to find her hands tracing through strands of hair. Her feet are suddenly kicked out from under, sending Trisha crashing back first into the mat.
“Common, is that all you got? I’m not even breaking a sweat here” Ms. Mayhem taunted the newer wrestler. Trisha, for her part, rose to her feet and tried again without thinking about the weirdness of the situation. The pace of this approach was slower, both opponents looking for opportunities to take advantage of the situation until they find themselves hand in hand, pushing into each other for the last few inches of space that separate them. Trisha's height seems to give her the edge, with Melissa’s arms slowly buckling down under the force of her opponent. Down her hands travel, until then are almost parallel to her shoulders.
Melissa grinned at her opponent slightly, surprising Trisha for a moment as she lowered her guard. The moment was all Melissa needed as she pivoted on the spot and yanked the inexperienced wrestler over her back and smashing her back first into the mat. The impact, so sharp as it was, caused black to flash in Trisha's eyes, blinding her from her opponent’s movements. All she could only hear as Melissa ran at the ropes, using the elasticity of them to come hurdling back before jumping into the air and stomping down hard on Trisha
“Bheeeeeeh!” was all Trisha could make out as a pair of boots dug deep into her jest before springing off, sending Melissa up into the air. The woman flew a perfect ark, landing balanced on the ropes, feeling the sag for the right moment before heaving herself of and high into the air. Trisha, regaining her sight, could only watch as the black silhouette arced back towards her. It grew slowly as it traveled, slowly regaining the details of the woman the suddenly slammed into her body. The force crushed Trisha's body, causing her outer limbs to cartoonist expand as the smaller wrestler sunk strait to the mat.
Her head and limbs had nearly doubled in sized, leaving Trisha with a cartoonist facial expression of pain as the lighting showed the tautness of her stretched skin. A sudden pop returned her to normal, forcing Melissa back into the air where she twirled onto her feet.
“Is that it.” She sounds disappointed, Trisha thought. “Seriously, you can’t get good help these days. Well at least you can help with my new finisher.” Melissa finished as she hooked a few fingers into Trisha's mouth and grabbed her tongue. She pulled hard, stretching the tongue out two three feet before the elasticity sent Trisha flying into the corner. Trisha tried to speak up, this wasn’t right, there had to be something wrong, but not a word came out as she found Melissa had wrapped a hand around her neck and ankle.
With a flick of her wrists Trisha was airborne and completely helpless, her squirming having little affect on her fate. Melissa, with a practiced sadism, hooked her victim over the corner post so the center Trisha's back rested on the post. Ms. Mayhem placed one foot onto the post, giving her enough leverage to give one massive heave to her victim. Rubbery groan could be heard as Trisha was pulled in by in away from the post. Her features, upon inspection, were all elongated into one longish tube of a woman. But Melissa wasn’t satisfied, folding her victim in two, hooking her toy again, stretching again, repeating over and over and over again. Her victim’s features stretched out from the abuse, defining shapes flattened, colors merged, and what went where became impossible to define.
But with every fold, the effort needed to continue the process became harder and harder until it happened. Trisha's stretched noodle of a body began to give to much resistance to Melissa. But she had it covered.
“Well you such as a warm up partner, but at least you make good practice material. But I have a schedule to maintain, so be a dear and clean Yourself UP!” She shouted the last few words before releasing her prey, the stretched body attempting to retract like a rubber band would. Trisha flew forward, flying off the post and splatted into a wall.
“Now I’m all ready to meet with my fan. It’s a little late, I wonder where she is?”
A squelch could be heard from the wall as Trish’s form slid down and into the trash below, taking an ad off the wall in the process.
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