Superstar Squash Women

Goddess_Faith: I have created the public room #Special_Challenge_Match_SSW.

Goddess_Faith: climbs up and into the ring, her 5'8" 135lbs 36D-24-35 tanned and toned body barely contained in her hot red bikini and mid-calf red wrestling boots. Circling around the inner boundary of the ring to smile confidently at the fans before settling in her designated corner, stretching and loosening up. She then leans back against the turnbuckles, fluffing her long golden mane loosely behind her shoulders, as the ref comes over to pat her down. She rolls her eyes I'm not supposed to cheat, why the fuck would I bring something illegal with me to the ring??

Goddess_Faith:

Alessandra_Moretti: *Walks out to the arena that is very new to me, wide eyed and awestruck at the spectacle compared to what I’m used to. Standing just a bit shorter than you but no less tough, wearing one of my favorite bikinis that shows off how fit I actually am. I keep to the side of the ring you are not on before climbing my way in, ready to bring down the champion in her own arena.* “Clean fight only, right? Don't think you’re capable of it?” *I taunt, hands on my hips and ready to begin*

Alessandra_Moretti:

Goddess_Faith: eyes you up and down as you are quick to begin taunting her, doubting her capabilities to keep her actions fair. You're welcome to try and cheat hon, the deal was only if I cheated there'd be consequences...your only consequence is risking a loss via DQ. You'll probably need that advantage against me, if you really think you'll come out on top against me. Appearing unfazed, she tugs at the ropes to limber up, pacing a bit, eager for the bell, as the ref goes to check out that beautiful outfit of yours.

Sybille: hi faith....and hi alessandra....this room seems also like squash room.....takes popcorn and coke and takes a seat to watch.....

Alessandra_Moretti: *Bounces back and forth on the balls of my feet, making sure I am good and warmed up. Very blatantly not listening to you at all while taking in the sights and sounds of everything, really happy to be here and ready to show off what I can do. Eventually the ref signals for us to begin, the bell rings and I bounce lightly towards you, arms shielding my body and face but ready to lash out if need be. Keeping a rather defensive stance until you get in range of me*

Jillian_Mercer: Points down next to Sybille. Is that one free?

Sybille: I think... not anymore... I make a welcoming gesture with my hand.

Goddess_Faith: hears the bell and, as per usual, her younger opponent is eager and on the move. She circles out to meet you, moving left, her guard raised, watching you carefully. She cuts in closer, feigning an open hand right slap towards your left cheek, pulling back before it gets in range, wanting to test your nerves and reflexes.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Watches you approach, seeing the slap flying at my left cheek, out of instinct I flinch backwards instead of pulling an arm up to block it, fooled by the feint but sure I would’ve dodged it if it was real. I don’t want to wait for a follow-up, so I step forward, and knowing I can get away with it, throw a closed fist uppercut at your belly, seeing if I can catch you off guard and stun you with unexpected aggression*

Goddess_Faith: loves that you really fell for the feint, even more than she anticipated as it threw you off your pattern of movement. Anticipating a collar and elbow, she kept her guard up and semi-open, only for you to come in low and hard with an uppercut to her toned but only half-tensed and unsuspecting abs. Her body jerks, nearly lifted off her feet as she groans out painfully, doubling over your fist. Looking at you in shock and pain as she balls up her fist and has to really try to stop herself from retaliating in kind. Her hands open and she brings both palms up to thrust forward into your breasts to try and back you off of her with the double palm thrust.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Smiles as my fist connects, actually taking you off guard. But…I forget to actually carry through and am suddenly shoved a couple steps backwards by your double palm thrust! Catching my balance a couple steps back and still watching to see how well you’ve recovered, dropping back into a defensive stance and giving you the ‘come at me’ hand gesture. If you do, I am prepared to drop very low and lunge into your legs to lift and drop with an attempted brute forced takedown*

Goddess_Faith: straightens up as she backs you off from her, taking a slow deep breath as you stumble back and then wave her in. Eager to make you pay for your punch, she accepts your invite, again, hoping to get that collar and elbow lock-up with you...and you set her up again, this time going even lower. You use her already off-balanced stance, and lack of anticipation, to charge into her toned legs and lift them just enough to tackle her down to the mat under you. Groaning, her fingers are quick to grab for your hair, the ref almost instinctively complains about it before catching himself. She tries to pull sharply to her left, as her right boot presses against the mat, hoping to reverse our positions so she is on top of you, before you can get settled.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Nearly overwhelmed by getting multiple moves to work in a row, I nearly knock the air out of my own lungs and we slam into the ground. But I’m pretty sure you got the worst of it. My momentum is halted by a sharp tug on my hair!* “HEY! LET GO—!” *You use your experience to flip us over while I am distracted by the pulling of my hair, rolling me to my back and ending up on top of me with a fistful of my hair* “Get off me!” *I scream at you, trying to let your hair off of my hair first and foremost*

Goddess_Faith: gets on top, gasping for air from the winding thud after getting tackled to the mat, only instinct allowed her to carry through to reverse our positional roles. SO MANY possible follow-up actions came to mind here, a blatant choke, a closed fist to the forehead/crown...both no good in this one if she wants to hang onto her position in the ranks. Not having the best position here, you struggle in her grip and yell at her to get off of you, so she opts to do just that...well, not just that...she tries to bring your head up closer to her and then tug it back down so the back of your head bounces off the mat, THEN intending to let go and roll off of you to the ropes to try and get back to her feet.

Alessandra_Moretti: *It seems your grip on my hair is like iron, and try as I might I can’t seem to get my hair free. But you decide that a back of the head slam into the mat is next. I feel the jerk of my head being lifted then forcibly shoved backward into the mat, my hands immediately loosen from yours and my vision lightly hazes due to the back of the head being a genuinely rough target to have hit. Next thing I know, you’ve rolled off of me and I’m left laying there for a moment before rolling to my hands and knees and searching to see where you’ve gone, blinking away the haze* Cheap shot…

Goddess_Faith: sucks wind, getting to her feet and leaning hard on the ropes. Watching her last attack have a real impact (haha, pun kinda intended), as you struggle to collect yourself and get to all 4s. She measures you as she presses into the ropes to have them propel her towards you, getting some speed, as she tries to punt kick the toe of her boot up into your own abs to try and force you back down and keep you from getting back to your feet. Did I SAY you could get up??

Alessandra_Moretti: *I don’t realize you’ve moved to the side of me, expecting you to be in front of me, learning that my lack of awareness has consequences as I feet a sharp pain in my stomach as your foot literally lifts me off the ground entirely, launching me up a bit and directly around from you, ending in an uncontrolled crash onto the mat and me rolling over twice before curling up around my stomach and clutching it, gasping for air and trying not to tear up*

Gabby_GG: I cringe as Alessandra goes down....

Goddess_Faith: makes the American (and Canadian) Football fans happy by raising her arms in a "It's GOOD!" field goal gesture, making light of your suffering after the brutal kick. Opting to keep the pace under her control, she backs off into the same set of ropes for another push, coming running at you, she drops to the mat for the last few feet, to thrust her boot heels into your body to send you rolling the rest of the way out beyond the bottom rope and to the floor outside the ring.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Assuming you’d have some honor and let me get back up first, I take my time to try and catch my breath. Sadly I was wrong and am met with a double boot to the back, breaking my curled up self and sending me half sliding, half rolling under the bottom rope, crashing back first into the ground outside the ring, unraveling and slamming the back of my head against it, creating a very obvious glazing in my eyes as I am sprawled on the ground and ref already tries to tell me to get back in the ring*

Goddess_Faith: lets the momentum help carry her out onto the ring apron after you. Being courteous and careful to hop off of it but not land directly on you. She plays to the fans a bit, then turns and bends over to grab for your hair. Now I think you can get back up... She taunts, trying to drag you up off of the thinly matted concrete floor to your feet.

Alessandra_Moretti: *I'm not totally sure where I am at until I feel my hair yanked on AGAIN!* Hey! That's cheap! *I start to grab your arm again as you start to pull me to my feet, but thing time shoving the nails of my thumbs into the bottom of your arm where the ref can't see, trying to use a dirty tactic to make you let go so I can throw another punch into your belly, should you let go*

Goddess_Faith: drags you up and you resort to digging your thumbnails into her arms at the wrists. She gasps and cries out in shock at your dirty desperation, angrily taking advantage of your raised guard to try and snap her knee up hard towards the waist of your bikini bottoms. BITCH!!! The ref laying on a count, not realizing why she is angered other than your stubborn struggles to get free.

Alessandra_Moretti: *The attempt fails, and I am punished by a very angry knee that once again takes me off my feet, sending what air I had out of my lungs and doubling me over as I land on shaking legs. Still holding onto your arm with my eyes darting, seeking an opening or a way to trick you into cheating*

Goddess_Faith: moves to step around to your left side, keeping her left hand in your hair, her right grabs for the back waistband of your bottoms as she tries to twist and send you running, in your doubled forward position, towards the steel ring steps. The ref's count reaching 5, as he pauses the count to try and coax us back into the ring.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Right now it doesn’t take a lot of effort, I end up in a stumbling half run at the ring steps, crashing into the face first and rebounding off of them. Though my legs give out and instead of stumbling back I simply collapse backwards to the ground, cross eyed and holding my face while my legs kick weakly against the ground* That’s not fair..!

Goddess_Faith: has you down and hurting outside the ring, the ref's count continuing to mount. She pulls herself up onto the ring apron to roll into the ring long enough to break the count, then roll back out, much to the ref's ire. I gotta keep it in the rules...that's what I'm doin... She declares openly to dismiss both of your objections to her actions. She is quick to move back in on you, bending down and sinking her fingers deep into your hair, tugging roughly to once again force you back up to your feet. C'mon my lil ragdoll, let's try to get a bit of wrestling in...

Alessandra_Moretti: *I hear you speaking but don’t fully register the words as the pain in my face is radiating outward and I’m trying to ignore it as best I can. But you give me little reprieve, once again going for my hair like you’re jealous of it, dragging me unwillingly to my feet and taunting me. I muster up enough strength to attempt to shove you off of my with two palms to the chest after getting to my feet*

Goddess_Faith: labours to drag your sweat soaked body to your feet and you once again show your defiant resistance. Her grip on your hair loosens as you shove at her chest and she growls at you with frustration. Her first instinct is to go for those eyes, but, again, she stops herself. I'm TRYING to help you BACK into the ring! If you piss me off...I have to try to do things like THIS first! She screams in your face before twisting her body around, trying to drag you around by your hair to slam your pretty face down against the ring apron.

Alessandra_Moretti: *I managed to shove you back a bit but you still don’t let go, instead yelling at me that you’re trying to help me?! That confuses me for all of five seconds before everything goes black for a second as my face is SLAMMED down against the apron. Hitting the reset button on my brain and causing me to collapse to the floor in an unceremonious pile of Alessandra, but only for a second before my eyes snap back awake and I try to figure out what in the world is going on.*

Goddess_Faith: keeps hold of your hair after impact to keep you from dropping completely. Her right hand once again grabbing for the back waist of your bottoms, jerking to wedge the fabric up into your ass in a wedgie, as she tries to force you up onto the ring apron and roll you back into the ring.

Alessandra_Moretti: *I am brought back to the moment as my bottoms get yanked up into me, wedgied and then thrown back into the ring. I roll over a couple times before coming to rest face down a few feet from the edge of the ring. Still seeing double and collecting myself but otherwise still fighting. The ref continues to urge you back into the ring while simultaneously checking on me to make sure I’m still capable of fighting*

Goddess_Faith: glares at you, then at the referee, then looks up at the ring corner. She needs to hit something big but legal here to try to eliminate your ever-present stubbornness, so she climbs up onto the ring apron and then proceeds to climb up the ropes in the corner, moving into an atypical position for her...moving to stand tall and high above the mat. Expecting to gauge your position to best determine her next move while she's up there.

Alessandra_Moretti: *The ref still checking on me doesn’t see you climb the corner, but I do, I use him as a human shield for a moment while I blink a few times rapidly to settle my vision before lunging into the ref, shoving him backwards directly at you and your corner before stumbling to one knee for a moment, hoping this desperation play pays off..*

Goddess_Faith: watches the referee check in on you more closely, so she's not able to see your positioning to know what attack best works. One thing she knows that she CANNOT do is just throw caution to the wind and bodysplash the referee on top of you in a zebra sandwich! And then you do it...you set up the Rube Goldberg-esque chain reaction, as you shove the ref in her direction, he grabs for the top rope to avoid the impact with the corner which jiggles it under her foot and causes her to lose her balance! Her boot slips and she sinks right down astride the top turnbuckle support rod, landing CROTCH FIRST upon the steel bolt! Her eyes wide, her mouth agape as she cries out in horrible agony, hands cupping over her wounded crotch as she hangs there helplessly for a few moments, hunched over slightly...

Alessandra_Moretti: *My eyes go wide at the absolute chaos of a chain reaction I just caused in my attempt to stay in this. Not one to waste an opportunity, I force myself to my feet and stomp over to you, looking to reach up and grab YOUR hair this time to pull you downwards a bit, even stepping up onto the lower ropes if I have to, until I can get your head under my armpit. I speak down to you.* “My turn!” *I throw myself backwards and down, holding onto your head and attempting what looks like a very not graceful, elevated DDT to you from your position on top of the ropes, seeking to drive you top of the skill first into the mat*

Goddess_Faith: knew the risks of going to the top turnbuckle...or at least how risky it CAN get, but...but...this lil upstart bitch was down for the fucking count! Now her precious Divinity was throbbing for ALL the wrong reasons as she hung there perched high above the corner of the ring. You take great glee and pleasure in taking advantage of your lucky turn of events, the chain reaction that the ref is probably going to scold you for using him to trigger. You also delight in using her long blonde hair to set her up. She is hurting and in a very VERY awkward and precarious position, in no real spot to fight you off, particularly as you are quick to hoist up and then drop right down! Similar to her own GBD (Gut Buster DDT), but FAR more devastating (and yet also less complicated). She immediately sees stars as her body jolts stiffly against yours before falling in a heap on the mat. Her hands moving from her hurting honeypost to hold her hammered head, her boots kicking at the mat but not with any speed or ferocity as she nearly got taken OUT on this exchange!

Alessandra_Moretti: *I get myself latched onto you and pulled the high impact move off! The landing still taking some wind out of me, the damage received so far still very much sore but I have the upper hand and I’m not going to waste it. As soon as we land and I turn to see the damage, immediately standing up, taking a few steps back before trying to copy something you did earlier. I step back at you, winding a leg back then rocketing it forward into your side as hard as I can, trying to launch you away as best I can and aiming to make sure you end up face down afterwards*

Goddess_Faith: has no idea where you are, has no idea what planet she's on. Her head throbbing, vision blurred, and that little man inside her brain is trying to find the circuit breaker to turn it back on. Her body jerks sharply as you thrust your boot into her exposed side and send her up a bit and then down onto her perfect 36Ds. Unbeknownst to her, she's actually closer to the ropes than she was earlier, as you opted for the distance to do a running kick as payback for earlier.

Alessandra_Moretti: *Now with the advantage, the little sadist in me doesn’t want to pin you, it wants to make you submit. So instead of dragging you back into the ring and going for a pin, I move to step on either side of you before leaning forward and wrapping my right arm around your neck, aiming to pull you into a reverse dragon sleeper, kneeling down onto my knees straddling you to make sure I can lock it in properly*

Goddess_Faith: is gradually becoming more self-aware, the little man found the switch and things are starting to reboot, power up, and clear. But that all takes a bit too long as you eagerly straddle her and pull your arm under her chin and pull her head up and back in an awkward position, straining both her neck and back while kneeling over her bent back in one of the most painful and awkward holds she's ever experienced or seen in her 29 years in the business. Her body squirming as you really work the hold and punish her. She gurgles out a cry of agony as the ref leans in to check just in case she taps.

Alessandra_Moretti: *I start really cranking the hold, leaning back further and further, the red kneeling down in front of us, watching you intently* “Just submit Faith! You can’t beat me!” *I will start to use my free arm to start raining blows down on your chest at the same time as keeping the hold, aiming to put damage on both your back and neck from the hold, plus to your chest.*

Goddess_Faith: is having to catch up with events the hard way and you are not making that any easier as you really lean your weight into the hold, cranking down on the pressure. You scream at her to submit as she manages to use our proximity to the ropes to barely and instinctively get her left leg onto the bottom rope behind her. The ref looks her in the eyes with concern, particularly as you just club and hammer away at her chest to add to the punishment. Tears are streaming from her eyes as she tries to block some of the blows to her perfect chest, the ref's positioning does not permit him to see her foot on the rope behind us. She is struggling to speak, but your work to her chest has her winded and hurting so badly that she is forced to tap out her submission on your bicep, despite her boot being on the bottom rope that should've forced the break!

Alessandra_Moretti: *The moment you start tapping, the ref starts demanding I let go. Instead, I give you one lack crank of the hold before throwing your head at the mat, getting one last hit in before the ref physically pries me away from you, signaling for the bell since you’ve tapped out. Both the ref and I completely oblivious to your foot touching the ropes. I stand there looking down at you as the ref raises my arm, I pull him with me and plant my foot onto your back to take a victory pose* “See? You can’t win against my fair and square!” *Turning to leave you in a pathetic mess while heading out of the ring and arena, having defeated the ‘champion’ in my debut*

Goddess_Faith: lays there under your boot, while hers being on the rope remains but appears to still get ignored or disregarded as the bell rings and you STEAL a victory from her with a great amount of luck, combined with a vicious streak! The cameras zoom in as she is left laying, and they fade to black.