Superstar Squash Women

Goddess_Faith: strolls into the Zone once again, looking around, smiling, remembering the memories that she's made here in the past 2 months alone! Grabbing the middle rope, she pulls herself up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes in her smooth sexy style. Circling the inner boundaries, she tests the ropes and corner turnbuckles to make sure the maintenance crews did their job right, then goes to her favourite corner to stretch a little, and then leans back against it, fluffing her long blonde hair loosely behind her shoulders...envisioning what all she can do to Brooke here later today...and wondering if some brave soul will offer her a warm-up?

Ivy_Foxx: I think about it for a moment, but I’ve already gone so far that I can’t back out now. So I follow you—I don’t feel great about it, but maybe it won’t be so bad. “Hi, Faith, here I am,” I say in a firm voice and climb through the ropes into the ring with you, stretch, and look at you expectantly.

Ivy_Foxx:

Goddess_Faith: watches you approach and enter, as anticipated. You proceed to stretch and loosen up in the opposite corner. Yup, you are here...guess you wanna do more than just talk or retreat, huh?

Goddess_Faith:

Ivy_Foxx: "Since we're meeting here anyway, we should make good use of our time, don't you think?" I push off from the rope and walk slowly toward you, concentrating hard to suppress the trembling in my legs—whether I'll succeed... I have no idea. My gaze fixed on you, I wait for the signal to start.

Goddess_Faith: smiles confidently at you. Eager for a Divine beating and wrestling lesson? I like that... She teases, gesturing to the automated timekeeper that sounds the bell. DING! DING!! She sets out to her left, dropping into a slight crouch, arms raising defensively, wanting to make you wait a bit before that initial contact, her eyes fixed on yours. Good luck hon...

Ivy_Foxx: The gong sounds, you bend your knees, raise your arms, and wait for me. Oh, I raise my arms, lock eyes with you, and look for a way to attack. Then I extend my left arm toward you as if I want to test our strength, but quickly pull it back and try to slam my forearm hard against your chest to catch you off guard.

Goddess_Faith: remembers what you said in the Club earlier this morning...and still plans to make you eat those words. She's giving up 10lbs in size/power, but that's negligible compared to what she overcame yesterday in this very ring. Like she did with Sybille, you opt to start with a Test of Strength challenge. However, as she readies herself for it, her right hand moving to meet your left, you change tactics and slam a forearm to her perfect chest, catching her well-off-guard as she groans and stumbles back from you, covering up.

Ivy_Foxx: You actually grab my arm when I hold it out to you—I never would have thought such an experienced ring veteran would fall for that. My forearm slams hard into your chest, and you stagger backward. I want to take advantage of this right away—who knows when I’ll be able to put you in this position again—so I grab your arm. I try to hurl you into the ropes with an Irish Whip and then take you down with a clothesline.

Goddess_Faith: got caught out early and you make sure to take advantage. She's off-balance and slightly winded as you grab for her wrist and send her running in the opposite direction to the ropes. As she bounces off of the ropes, not quite able to absorb the momentum and block the rebound, she is sent running back towards you. You get a bit overconfident from your initial good fortune though and telegraph your intent to clothesline her. She has the wherewithall to duck under and tries to thrust her left shoulder into your abdomen to see if she can spear tackle you down to the canvas!

Ivy_Foxx: I spin you around by your arm, and you land in the rope just as planned, bouncing back toward me. “It’s not as hard as I thought,” I think to myself, and I reach out to slap you across the chest again. But it’s not that easy after all—you duck and ram your left shoulder hard into my soft stomach. “Ouch,” I cry out in surprise, and it throws me backward; I land hard on my back and curl up in pain, clutching my stomach and gasping, drooling.

Goddess_Faith: hits her counter target effectively and takes the heavier gurl down with a thud. She watches you suffer particularly, that belly wasn't tensed nor as toned as her own. Initially considering pressing up to keep the speed attacks going, she opts instead for some mind games first. She turns and pushes to force your shoulders down, her chest flat upon yours (well, as flat as her chest might get), going for an early and unlikely pinfall attempt. ONE!

Ivy_Foxx: I’m lying beneath you, gasping for breath; my soft stomach twitches with pain. Unfortunately, I don’t have abs as impressive as yours, so I’m a bit vulnerable there. You come toward me again, and I look up at you from the floor, bracing for your next attack. But you don’t seem to be taking me very seriously; you roll me onto my back and lie on top of me. You smile in my face and press your breasts against mine, holding me down like that and really starting the pin. I can’t believe it—already? How embarrassing is that… no. “One,” I hear, and I push back against you… “Two”… Finally, I tear my left arm away from the floor and lift my shoulder off the mat.

Goddess_Faith: smiles down at you as you look shocked and embarrassed by this early pin attempt. She makes you work for it when you break the pin at 2. Her fingers grip your hair, but just long enough to pull your head up and whisper in your ear "I would've broken it at 2 anyways...you aren't getting out of this so easily." as she then tries to use her grip on your hair to cruelly bounce the back of your head against the mat to stun you, before pushing back up to her feet.

Ivy_Foxx: I manage to undo the pin just in time and fall back, relieved. I see you grinning again as you run your fingers through my hair, pull my head toward you, and whisper that this was just the beginning. I swallow and look at you with wide eyes. You pull my head up a little higher and slam the back of my head onto the mat with brutal force. “Ahhhhhh”—my eyes flicker and roll, and, dazed, I collapse.

Goddess_Faith: watches you lay there prone on your back, stunned from the brutal head bounce. She looks around the arena and opts to back away into the ropes for that added oomph. This worked last time...I got you good...let's see if I can do it again! She taunts, reminding you of how you've now ended up on the receiving end ever since sending her into the ropes earlier. She comes rushing back towards you and opts to show off her inner Hulk Hogan, as she leaps up high over you, her long lethal left leg extended and aiming to come crashing down across your heaving chest!

Ivy_Foxx: I lie dazed on the mat, blinking, seeing everything blurry, but slowly my vision clears up again. Finally, you get up off me and I can breathe freely again; I turn my head and look for you. “What’s she up to? Where is she?” Then I see you; you spring off the ropes and run toward me, your outstretched leg like a guillotine above me—I barely manage to roll out of the way. You land on your butt; I wrap my right leg around you and try to kick you in the ribs from the side. I roll onto all fours and crawl toward the rope to pull myself up.

Ivy_Foxx:

Goddess_Faith: can't really control the outcome once she leaves her feet and leaps high into the air. This is why Hulk had so many back surgeries (ironically, with the gimmick about his arms, a sleeper hold would've been more logical and less physically damaging, but I digress). You play a lil possum with how stunned you are, until she gets up and over and ready to land. You barely roll out of the way in time, causing her to land right on her tailbone. Her body jerks up off of the mat instinctively from the jolt of pain shooting up her spine, and you lash out with a follow-up kick to her ribs to send her sprawling to her side. Coughing and groaning as she rolls away towards a neutral corner, needing space as she gets caught out for the second time in this match.

Ivy_Foxx: I crawl over to the rope and pull myself up, breathing heavily. When I first thought about it, I figured it wouldn’t be that bad… well, I was wrong. But at least you’re giving me a little time to catch my breath after I kicked you in the ribs—even if you’re probably not doing it out of kindness, judging by the angry look on your face. With death-defying courage, I let go of the rope and run toward you—if not now, then when? I think briefly—then I leap in front of you and try to hit you with a drop kick; I don’t care where, as long as I cause you pain.

Goddess_Faith: is a bit winded and hurt, maybe not as bad as you, but it's close...she hasn't been able to really lay into you yet...but she DID get you good with the spear tackle and then the head bounce. She feels the ringboards rumbling and looks to see you running in her direction...knowing whatever you have in mind for her, when she's barely up to all 4s, cannot be good. She lets her strategic instincts kick in, as she drops back down flat to the mat and works to roll in your direction to see if she can maybe trip you up into the ropes...and then you leave your feet and fly over and past her with a dropkick attempt...where or how you might land?? That's anyone's guess!

Ivy_Foxx: "Now I'm going to flatten you," I yell at you as I jump off. I can see that you're a little shaken up too—holding onto the rope and breathing heavily. But you just lie flat on the mat while my autopilot is set to half-height. "Ahhhhhhh..." With a loud and surprised cry, I glide elegantly over you. You feel a slight breeze above you, then I’m gone from the ring. My hands still reach for the rope to find a grip, but I miss it and land hard on the mat outside the ring. You hear me cursing and groaning; once again, I roll around on the floor, gasping for air and clutching my back. “What a damn mess,” I curse quietly to myself, whimpering.

Ivy_Foxx:

Goddess_Faith: feels something brush over her as she rolls in the opposite direction. She is just barely able to see you trying to grab for the rope, a classic rookie instinct and mistake for when a missed dropkick sends one out of the ring...as that would've done even MORE damage to your lower back, if you'd managed to grab it...your lower back would then have been snapped down towards the edge of the ring apron...the "hardest part of the ring"! She hears you land and groan and she stops her roll and proceeds to turn and roll out on the side around the corner from you. Getting her booted feet on the thinly matted concrete floor, she moves to casually step around the corner to the side you're on, observing the damage and your overall state before determining her next course of action.

Ivy_Foxx: The impact was harder than I’d first thought—something’s pinched, pulled, or stretched; in any case, every movement hurts like hell. I stretch out on the floor, stretch a little, and then roll back onto my stomach to get up. Groaning and unsteady on my feet, I look over and grab hold of the edge of the ring. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you approaching again. “OMG, does she never give it a rest?” I groan inwardly. Then I turn toward you. “Come on over—let’s really get this started,” I shout, trying to psych myself up. I take a step toward you, swing my right leg, and try to hit your head with a roundhouse kick, even though every movement hurts.

Goddess_Faith: comes around the corner as you stubbornly pull yourself up, you seem hurt but you still insist on going on the attack every time she approaches. The pain in your body, particularly your back, slows down your movements though, and she is able to bring her arms up to catch your boot at the ankle to block the wild high kick to her head. She glares at you and shakes her head... We already started...it's time for me to finish you instead! She taunts back as she tries to snap a hard kick between your spread legs, while you are awkwardly balanced on one foot, in a vicious low blow...as there's no ref to stop her.

Ivy_Foxx: With a face contorted in pain, I kick at your head, but I’m far too slow to catch you off guard. You raise your arms and block my kick with ease, shake your head, and land a horrific, brutal low blow between my wide-spread legs. “Owwwwww…” I scream, my eyes widening and bulging. “You unfair bitch,” I force out between my clenched lips, as my legs give way and I fall to my knees in front of you. My hands reach for my pussy, trying to rub the pain away; I feel nauseous, and saliva drips from my mouth. Wailing, I look up at you, cursing you, breathing heavily—you can clearly see how much I’m suffering, and it brings a satisfied smile to your face.

Ivy_Foxx:

Goddess_Faith: lets your other leg drop, tho you'd more likely land in an even more painful splits position considering your extended leg. She wastes little time grabbing 2 fistfuls of your hair to force you back up onto your feet, despite the weakness in your knees. Her right hand moving for the back waist of your bottoms to hoist you up onto the ring apron and roll you back inside. You were warned... Her voice cold, stern...firm.

Ivy_Foxx: I collapse helplessly before you; your low blow really hit me hard. Whimpering, I kneel before you—a pitiful sight—and this time you don’t give me any time to recover. Your hand grabs my hair again, the other hand on my shorts. You lift me up and roll my weakened body back into the ring. I groan softly and stay where I am, turning my head and brushing my hair out of my face to look at you, already considering playing “dead,” because I sense that something even worse is in store for me.

Goddess_Faith: gets you into the ring and climbs up onto the apron. She crawls through the bottom and middle ropes, pressing her chest across yours. Fearing you getting desperate and trying to kick at her head again, she tries once again for a more legitimate pinfall finish this time. Her right arm moving between your legs to grab your left leg and try to pull it back towards your chest as her own boots kick up to lay over the middle rope for added leverage. ONE!

Ivy_Foxx: I'm lying spread-eagled beneath you, breathing heavily, and I just don't want to go on anymore; I'm almost grateful that you're pinning me down. Once again, you lie on top of me; your breasts caress mine, pressing them flat. You pull my left leg high up, and the counting begins... One... Your leg moves onto the middle rope, and I can clearly feel your sexy body pressing more firmly against mine... Two...

Goddess_Faith: is going to pull this off in an admittedly cowardly Heel way, but it's all fair in a ring with no referee. She feels you still suffering from the vicious low blow and subsequent leg stretch, after your rough landing from the missed dropkick, which probably REALLY did you in...you NEEDED that head kick to land to buy time to recover...but your time is up...as the THREE count is reached and the automated timekeeper sounds the bell. DING! DING!! DING!! She instinctively holds onto the pin a few extra seconds...in disbelief that she managed to pull it off, before she releases you and rolls off and away to the neutral corner.

Ivy_Foxx: You’re holding me firmly down, and even if I wanted to, I’m too weak to fight back. I hear “Two” and pray that you won’t pull my head up by my hair again to stop the pin. I close my eyes and lie beneath you as if unconscious—no movement, no squirming—and then the liberating “three” rings out. You hold me like that for another moment and then let me go. The gong sounds loudly, and you roll away from me. I stay lying there, breathing heavily but deeply, relieved—it’s over.

Brooke_Williams: sits in the front row, clapping slowly and in a mocking fashion wow!!! Impressive Faith...you must have taken nearly 30 years to learn that one....

Littlle_Ashley: *applauds from the doorway*

Goddess_Faith: rolls to the neutral corner, fighting to catch her breath...her neuro-divergent brain still imagining if that kick had landed, and outside the ring too! She presses up to her knees and hears a weird noise from outside the ring...it sounds like a clap or someone tapping out...she looks to see whose hands are making the noise and understands why it sounds so much like both! She glares daggers out at you as you taunt her. Oh, don't you worry, lil Brooke...you wouldn't get off so easily...and you know it. She grumbles as she labours to pull herself up to her feet using the ropes.

Goddess_Faith: (Going to take this moment to thank @Ivy_Foxx for the match...it was wildly back n forth and high pace/high impact!)

Goddess_Faith: (...and apparently will work as an effective lead-in to the previously scheduled encounter, that almost never happens (on a Sunday) lol!)

Ivy_Foxx: (Thanks, Faith. I hope I can put up more of a fight next time.)

Brooke_Williams: Ohhh, I won't get off so easily huh?? So you are really going to cheat against me...not just using a low blow, and the ring ropes? Should I pull my own tights for you? You going to staple me to the mat?

Brooke_Williams: ( great match Ivy. I hope it was as much fun as it seemed)

Ivy_Foxx: Yes, it was fun. Faith is a great opponent; you can really tell how skilled she is and how much experience she has.

Goddess_Faith: rolls her eyes as you pass judgment on her efforts during the previous match. And Ivy said "I" was all talk...tell ya what... You and I won't just settle for a pinfall finish...I challenge you to a Last Woman Standing match. The only way to win is if your downed opponent cannot reach her feet before a Boxing style 10 count is reached. Any holds or strikes during the count forces a reset.

Brooke_Williams: Sure Cheatess Faith, are you going to cover the mat in Super Glue before we start? Would you like me to tie my boots together for you? What kinda underhanded means could you possibly need? I mean after what I just watched....you certainly have something up your sleeve

Brooke_Williams: Sure, skilled in the art of con. It's easy to see that

Goddess_Faith: shakes her head and climbs out of the ring to the floor to move towards you. Sounds like someone's scared...maybe trying to talk your way out of the challenge...or talk your way into deeper trouble...take a guess which one is going to happen! Also, you might not have noticed, I'm not even WEARING sleeves!

Ivy_Foxx: She was a little unfair; I guess I scared her... hehe

Goddess_Faith: ("unfair" says the person whose Bio says "I fight without rules")

Brooke_Williams: I smirk in confidence as you approach I am not scared Faith. The only thing to worry about is you losing the lead you have developed in the rankings. You are going to be starting your 30th year in wrestling laying at my amazing boots. Like so many others have this week as I speak I rear my left hand back slowly and swing it up to your side. Stopping at the last second as I swing my right hand up to your other side. Hoping to catch you with a cheap shot of my own

Goddess_Faith: sees that cocky grin on those shiny lips of yours as you continue to blather on. She sees you picking your target as she looks into your eyes, realizing you are going to go on the attack, her arms shoot up instinctively, not to try to strike first, but to protect her purrfect assets from abuse. You choreograph the left one even, mocking her for her extensive time in the ring, and you feint that left and your right comes at her left arm that is guarding her sideboob. Her hands are quick to capture both your wrists and keep your own guard wide open, as her left knee thrusts up towards your navel area. Enough talk, lil Brooke...time to get broke!

Brooke_Williams: I hope to take advantage of the fact that you just had a match, that you are tired and not at your best. I fake a left, and you take the bait. My right then comes up, I am fully expecting it to catch the side of your boob. Instead it's caught, I freeze as my plan has been ruined. I look into your eyes with worry, although just for a moment. Suddenly I feel a Sharp pain shoot through my stomach. I squeal out in terror and pain as I double over at the waist.

Goddess_Faith: purrs and moans as she feels that trim waist fold over her knee. She brings her foot back down and tightens her grip on each wrist, moving to backpedal towards the ring so she can see your agonized suffering on our way to the ring. Don't drop to your knees yet, Brooke! We can't start the 10 count before the match officially starts...can we??

Brooke_Williams: I grimace as I try to straighten myself up. Wanting to pull my wrists from you, but you tighten your grip. It's perhaps at this moment where I realized that I just might have messed up. I can't feel the sweat on your hands from your previous fight. You pull on me and I jerk forward. Having no choice but to follow you towards the ring. My demeanor much different now than it was just moments ago. Let me go!!!! I scream out as we get near the ring

Goddess_Faith: sees your facial expressions change like the wave of emotions just won't stop waving! She gets us closer to the ringside area and you DARE to bark orders at her in this predicament! Ohhh, you might be the Boss out there...but around here?? Nuh uh... Besides! She looks to find the steel ringsteps to her right, she DOES let go of your right wrist to focus both her hands on your left as she starts to pivot. You forgot to say PLEASE! She finishes her taunt and twists her body as she pulls on your wrist to emphasize the word "Please" with an Irish Whip towards those waiting ring steps!

Brooke_Williams: Pleas..... I start to say as you whip me around. Before I finish the word I am swung towards the steps. Or release my wrists and I go flying. I try to.adjust my position as I head towards them. I hit them with my right side and a partial part of my stomach. The impact causes a crashing sound which echoes through the smaller Squash Zone. The momentum sends me to the middle step. I hit it with a thud, thinking that Im going to come to rest there. Instead my unsteady landing causes me to slip down to the next step, followed by the next, and finally the floor. Each landing causing pain to shoot through my hip. I land on my butt at the base of the stairs, stunned, in pain and slightly embarrassed as I yell out a loud damn it!!!!

Goddess_Faith: had half-hoped that your knees might hit the side of the steps, but having that belly and hip take the brunt works too. She then watches you almost comically slip down each step with the momentum down to the floor. Did you forget how to climb stairs?? OMG! She taunts at your expense as she moves in to take advantage. Bending way down to sink her fingers into your hair to "help" you up off of the floor to your feet. No fair you laying on the floor before the bell to start the match...c'mere! She grumbles, trying to drag you over to the ring apron to finally get you inside the ring properly.

Brooke_Williams: my but and hips burning as I sit on the floor, you approach and I switch my approach. You get closer and I get up to my knees. Remembering that magic word this time Please Faith!!! I didn't mean to call you a cheataaaaa!!!! as I shamelessly plead your fingers dig into my hair. You yank me up with no remorse. My feet barely touching the floor as you toss me into the ring. I try to help myself by climbing onto the ring apron. Looking to pry myself from your grip on my hair as I start to crawl on all fours towards the center of the ring

Goddess_Faith: smiles as you seem suddenly quite eager to get up and into the ring, or maybe it's just to escape her grasp. She releases your hair and "allows" you to climb up and in, but not without giving that ass a smack for the fun of it. Watching you crawl away to the center of the ring in a panic. Mmm, I love when the cocky ones scurry TOWARDS danger when they're wounded... She takes her time to show everyone how to properly ascend the steel steps, mocking you even if you don't notice right away. This also allows her time to recover from the fact that this is her 2nd straight match without a break. She steps in through the ropes to finally join you, and gestures the automated timekeeper once more. DING! DING!!

Brooke_Williams: I try to scurry away, not unlike a mouse trying to escape a cat. You give me a parting gift in the form of a slap on the ass., just because you can. I just cross the center of the ring as the bell sounds. Giving me a reminder that this match hadn't even started yet. After the bell I stop and spin around, getting up to my feet as I turn towards you c'mon Faith..lets do this I call you out, hoping you don't notice the worry in my cracking voice

Ivy_Foxx: I come back inside after enjoying a delicious pizza and sit down in the front row. Oh, Brooke is still alive, I realize in amazement... ;-)

David_Gomez: Come on Brooke... You got this, Crush her!!!

Goddess_Faith: watches you push yourself up and try to act like nothing has happened to you up to this point...we both know better. She takes a step forward as you call her out, but then she hears something unexpected from the outside... She steps back and looks over at David. SERIOUSLY?? You may have just signed her hospital booking! She quickly steps to the side, and turns to look back at you, just in case you tried to get bold while she was momentarily distracted.

David_Gomez: I've signed her a hospital booking? Knowing I'm watching she won't let me down, she'll break you just for me!

Brooke_Williams: You step.toward me and I muster all courage I can not to take a step back back. Then I here my biggest fan David yelling support from the outside. I take this chance to move towards you. Hoping to take advantage of the distraction. I get close with both my arms in the air above my head. My fingers interlocked as I aim a double axe hammer towards you. Right as I go to deliver it you turn towards me. I scream out at this unexpected development and attempt to retreat. The sudden shift of direction causing me to lose my balance. Making me fall on my already sore ass right in front of you

Goddess_Faith: turns sharply just as you go for the cheap and wild double fist attack. You also sharply change directions in a panic and fall down and go boom-boom on your cute lil butt. The double fist hanging in the air for a few moments and, she is initially very tempted to grab them and pull you back up by your wrists, perhaps remind you of what happened the last time she held both your wrists in her hands...but then she remembers the stipulation. She smirks down at you and casually steps around and away towards the center of the ring. 1...2....3.... Wanting to show from the very beginning how the 10 count in a Last Woman Standing match can be an effective weapon to use against a downed opponent. It can be used to force one to try and get up before they're truly ready, or just to jab at for humiliation after a pratfall.

Brooke_Williams: I sit on my sore rear, already embarrassed about being on my ass from my own doing. Then my humiliation is added to as you begin to count. Quickly getting to 3, I stumble around as the count gets to 5. I get up to my feet...embarrassed and frustrated as I now charge towards you. Looking to hit you with a spear

David_Gomez: Don't sweat it Brooke, back to your feet already, she can't keep you down! She doesn't deserve the title of Goddess

Goddess_Faith: knew she'd get in under your skin and get you all riled up with her opting to count instead of go on the attack. She reaches up to untie and remove her red bikini top, allowing her perfect 36Ds to pop free and firm on her chest as she watches you scramble to get up when her count reaches 5. You get all fired up like a bull and proceed to charge at her as she flaps her top in front of you. Toro...toro! She calls out teasingly as she readily sidesteps your charge, reaching down to smack that lil ass on your way past. OLE! 29 years in the biz, and she has developed a reputation for being an excellent Matadora in the ring! Showing off a little, letting the younger smaller girl wear herself out some.

David_Gomez: 29 years?

Brooke_Williams: I charge towards you as you quickly remove your top. One can't help but wonder how you learned to remove your top so quickly. Although I have no time to ponder such things. I go sailing right through and past your top as you tease me. Completely missing you and the garmet. Although you don't miss as you smack my ass on the way by. Unable to stop my momentum, I crash right into the middle turn buckle. My head going fuzzy, the force causing me to spring backwards. I land on my back just out of the corner. Staring blankly at the ring lights spinning above me

Goddess_Faith: turns to watch you run head-first into the middle turnbuckle, wincing as you drop down afterwards. Her maternal instincts momentarily make her worry about the damage done to your neck there...but she snaps out of it and strides over, not bothering to count on this one...you might not hear it anyways. She tosses her top out over the top rope to the floor and grabs for the top rope in both hands as she looks down and casually presses her left boot down upon that tummy, intending to use the ropes for balance, as she moves to bring her other boot up off of the mat to force you to feel her full weight pressed upon you. Wakey wakey Brookey, I might just make you the new doormat for your own Club at this rate...

Brooke_Williams: I try to shake the cobwebs from my head. Realizing that the count might be going on...and wondering for how long. Although I don't hear anything except ringing. With a grunt I try to push myself up with a sit up. As I do I am unexpectedly forced down. At first confused about how. Then your other boot lands on my chest, I am now fully aware of what is happening. At least I was not getting counted out, although maybe that is better than being literally walked on. As your tread digs into my tits and tummy, all I can smell is the sweaty scent of leather from your boots. I kick my legs hoping to throw you off balance. Unaware that you're holding onto the ropes. Staring up to you... My humiliation paused for a moment when I catch a glimpse of your exposed boobs in a silhouette above me

Goddess_Faith: feels your body compress under her booted feet and tremble, your own boots starting to kick in protest, but her balance is not wavered. Oh yea, 1...2...oh, holding...darn! She giggles at your expense, finally stepping down off of you and bending to sink her fingers in your hair to peel you up off of the mat. Now, let's do this properly... She taunts, leaving the ambigutiy to linger in your mind as to what she might have in store for you next.

Brooke_Williams: my momentary distraction by boobs is broken when I hear you count. The kick my legs in more of a panic, not wanting to lose like this. Not even understanding that the count wouldn't even be valid because you are holding me down. You finally step off me and I clutch my stomach. Although not for long as I feel the familiar burn in my scalp. Before I know it I am up to my knees, my mind in a panicked race about what you could have in mind

Goddess_Faith: purrs, holding you on your knees in front of her, admiring the position...soft sigh. She finally resumes her aggressive pulling on your hair to force you up to your feet, her upper body leaning down as she pulls you up, so her right hand can slide along the crotch of your outfit and her forearm shortly thereafter, as she moves to lift your smaller body up off of the mat.

Brooke_Williams: I get into position on my knees, almost like some unseen forces were putting me there. It feels like we both enjoy that situation for the moment. Although that isn't what this match is about. Your hand slides up to my crotch, I sigh deeply as it glides by. Then I feel the weight shift as you lift me off the mat. My feet kicking as you do

Goddess_Faith: holds you across her bared breasts for a few moments, even as you kick and squirm in her grasp, her grip is firm, her arm cradling that poor neck as she carries you around the ring some. She eyes a ring corner and a wild idea comes to mind. Heyyy, if I hang you upside down in a Tree of Woe, could I start a 10 count for that? You wouldn't be "standing" per se...OMG! Can you imagine?? She openly teases, wanting to maintain a sense of panic and uncertainty in your mind.

Brooke_Williams: I become aware that my legs kicking aren't affecting you one bit. In fact I likely look like a child throwing a tantrum in your arms. Your strong arms holding me firmly against your chest. Which under many circumstances wouldn't be a terrible place to be. Under these circumstances, it's trouble for me, I feel myself getting turned upside down, I brace for landing. That isn't your intention it seems. You mock me with ending up tied in the corner please, Faith...please!!!

Goddess_Faith: (wait, are you begging to be held upside down? :-P )

Ivy_Foxx: Yeah, that's how I understood it, too—I love it ;-)

Brooke_Williams: (I'm begging to be put down)

Goddess_Faith: speaks of hanging you in a Tree of Woe, trapping you helplessly and seeing if the 10 count applies...but, even as she teasingly dips your body in that direction, she suddenly twists towards the center of the ring and pivots to slam your smaller body down to the mat at her booted feet in a bodyslam. Wanting you to feel her power and to have you positioned dead center of the ring...far from any ropes.

Goddess_Faith: (your wish is granted) (Tom Hanks movie reference FTW! 🤓)

Brooke_Williams: I put my Guard up for landing, then as we move to the corner I prepare to get tied in the tree of woe. Which makes what happens even more devastating. Showing the complete control you currently have over my body and mind. You shift direction and twist me back to the center of the ring. My body snapping like a bull whip as you twist me. I hit the mat with a thud as you slam me. The ring rumbling, the aprons puffing out. The landing is so tough, I land on my back and bounce to my side. My hips burning , my back throbbing. I come to rest in nearly a fetal position, my legs twitching. My eyes open weakly to blurred vision. Each breath of air sending a shot of pain into my lower back

Goddess_Faith: stumbles a bit from the force and momentum of the slam, watching you bounce and recoil...that poor lil body seems broken at this point. She steps over your body like it's nothing, going over to her own corner, she moves to uncharacteristically climb the corner ropes, but not to leap off or attack, just to turn and rest her sweat slicked and toned buns on the top turnbuckle. A high perch to watch your still form suffer. Making sure you were positioned to face away from her corner so that she can surprise you with something you will not see coming...as she proceeds to start taking her boots off. 1...2...3.... the count starts once again, in no particular rush...

Brooke_Williams: I lay in my painful heap, unaware of where you went...or even that the count has started. The ringing in my ears serves as a distraction as I slowly start to stirr. I roll to my stomach as the count reaches 6. I slowly push myself up to all fours. Not really sure if that breaks the count. Then again... I am not fully certain what the count is at

Goddess_Faith: watches you stir, having removed both of her boots and socks as her count in this one instance is just a tool, not even really a weapon. She hops down off of the turnbuckle and pads over in her bare feet, coming around from behind you, so you don't see them right away. Mmm, there's my stubborn lil Brooke. She reaches down to smack that ass once more, before she moves alongside to grab a fistful of your hair. Oops, guess I have to start the count again... She laments with a shrug, pulling at your hair... Start crawling towards the corner in front of you, Brooke...I promise not to hurt you anymore, just so long as you do as I tell you... She instructs sincerely and firmly, having you facing your own corner, but keeping her surprise still hidden from your view (tho perhaps not other senses).

Brooke_Williams: I am unsteady as I reach all fours, enough so that I nearly fall forward as you jump down onto the mat. You slapping my ass might have been enough to send me to the mat, save for the fact that you grab my hair. As I kneel aside of you trembling, your words are almost a welcome relief. Although I don't know what you have in store, I reason it's better to play nice at this point as I begin to crawl towards the corner

Goddess_Faith: smiles as you obey her (you know...for once! Ughh!), guiding you towards the corner, using your hair more like reins than a leash, which is not her usual style. As one does with reins, she pulls back firmly when she wants you to stop. Whoa, that's far enough...now... Time for you to lie down and roll over onto your back for me...I promise you'll appreciate continuing to obey. That poor lil body of yours has been punished enough today. She releases your hair, almost brushing it back into place like old times, but stopping herself.

Brooke_Williams: my mind racing through all possible scenarios as I crawl to the corner. Feeling a bit relieved that you are only guiding me by the hair not pulling it. I still am not aware that you have removed your boots, although the scent of two matches is starting to send a slight hint to my nose. My mind instantly goes to your Wave Rider...although I just saw you use that yesterday. I know you well enough to know that you wouldn't run a repeat so soon. Further thoughts are interrupted by the command to lie on my back. Which I too quickly enough that it sends pain through my battered back and hurting hip. I lay on my back and do what I do best..stare up at the hot ring lights above me

Goddess_Faith: crouches down and smiles as she looks into your eyes, reaching a hand down to caress your cheek. Such obedience, perhaps over-eager obedience deserves to be rewarded, no?? Winking down at you, she presses back upright to a standing position. Now, the rules stipulate...the 10 count cannot be completed while the downed opponent is being held down or attacked...there's NOTHING in the rules about this... She steps over astride your head and leans her arms on the top ropes of the corner, on either side of the turnbuckle. Bowing her head down, she brings her bare, sweaty, and soiled foot up finally into view for you, lightly trailing her big toe along your lips as she smiles down at you. And then the next word that comes out of her mouth is one you might've thought you'd never hear... Open?

Sybille: (OMG so hot)

Brooke_Williams: I have already accepted my fate. I tried, I thought trying to attack you while you were tired from a match would give me an opening. Instead I am now going to give you an opening. Your 29 years of experience was too much for my one year. And you have lived true to your word, taking me from Brooke to broke. The remaining O moving to my face, my mouth opens as your foot lingers above me. Every breath I take inhaling the vinegar smell of a foot that has defeated two people today. As my mouth opens a drop of sweat drips from the tip of your big toe into my mouth. The sweet salty taste of your sweat both burning and exciting my taste buds. My body nearly trembling at the enormity of this moment

Goddess_Faith: keeps her eyes fixed on yours and enjoys every moment of your discovery of her intent. Those lips parting eagerly, one might say hungrily! In 29 years maybe only 2 other people (let that sink in, no pun intended) have experienced what you are about to "endure"...and it's certainly never been part of the climax of a match! Her big toe sliding inside the opening, as she lets you decide if the others can join in. She lifts her head and shakes her hair back out of her face, looking at the awe-struck fans...and calmly begins what is likely the final count of the match. 1...2......3....

Brooke_Williams: my soul going through so many emotions. Yes I have been completely dominated in this match. Yes I am now going to get completely humiliated in losing this match...although is it humiliation. How many wish they could be in this position, that question is getting answered by you, even if I can't hear it. Your foot slowly lowers into my mouth, and you get to experience my big mouth once again. This time as it accepts all 5 of your toes. I can see you around the curve of your foot. Adjusting your hair with a jerk of your head, looking like a true Goddess above me. Your foot gets about halfway in my mouth and I clamp my lips around it. Sealing both of our fates as the numbers count away. The sole of your foot pressing against my tongue

Goddess_Faith: slides her foot inside, never really having foot-fucked a slut's mouth in the ring before...there was bound to be ONE first on this occasion, 29th anniversary in the Cybercombat Community. Your lips close to hold her foot at a certain depth and her toes lightly wiggle against your tongue, as if to say "hello...nice place you have in here...". Meanwhile, from high above, she is seen smirking out at the fans, counting away... 4...5...6...

Brooke_Williams: there are fans here!!?? That thought totally escapes my mind as your foot slides across my clamped lips. My mouth getting filled by the salty yet sweet taste of your foot. If I would be asked to describe the taste.. Like a French fry dipped in a milkshake. The flavor overloading my senses, I almost don't even notice the amazing scent that is surrounding my face. How could being on the cusp of losing feel so amazing. The purple Galaxy between my legs is getting darker with each breath, I now get brave enough to brush my tongue against your foot. Running across your toes like Im playing piano

Goddess_Faith: smiles as she looks down at you, not bothering to ask if you wanted her to switch feet at some point, why ruin the vibe or the moment? She leans comfortably on the top rope/turnbuckle as her foot gets devoured in worship. 6...no no, wait, I said 6... ummm...8? No, I didn't... 7! Right right...8...niiiiiiine... she looks down losing track and then finding it again, her toes tapping your tongue teasingly. That's a toe-to-tongue-tapping-ten! The autobell rings to signal the end of the match...a unique end that she knew you'd appreciate..."but...what if I can't get my foot back now?" she wonders suddenly, staring down curiously.

Brooke_Williams: my mind is a melted mess, only concerned with the worship of a foot that few have gotten to worship in this way. And a good chance that none would worship again. My tongue lapping away as you struggle with the count. You could start back at one for all good care. I am in my own nirvana when the bell brings me back to reality. My lips clamp a bit harder and n your foot. Getting in some final licks before you pull it away from me

Goddess_Faith: tries to act annoyed, putting up a mock struggle to free her foot from your formidable suction, letting the moment linger a few mins more for you...you know how insanely rare this opportunity is, and how unlikely it felt to happen...and yet, here you are...indulging in that which has been offered. She finally does end up carefully withdrawing her saliva smothered foot from your mouth. Mine...it's still mine, sorry. She teases with a giggle, wiping some of the heel sweat and your saliva into your hair some before stepping away. Circling around to nudge your legs wide apart and pressing her still soiled right foot over your clearly more than slightly dampened kitty, striking a double bicep victory pose as she beams a smile down at you.

Brooke_Williams: my real defeat cumming as you pull your foot from my mouth. I knew the moment couldn't last forever but it's still a disappointment. I lay still taking it all in as you wipe your foot into my now matted hair. My body buzzing with emotion as you kick my legs apart. Exposing the wet spot around my throbbing kitty. You press your foot onto her as I begin to squirm, I was already edging and the feeling of your foot on my kitty pushes me over. My body trembling and I moan loudly as the wave rushes over my body. Cumming under your foot then crashing completely. My head tilted to the side and drool running from the corner of my smiling mouth. I lay motionless as you rightfully pose above me