Superstar Squash Women

Ivy_Foxx: I step into the ring and wonder if Sybille will really follow me; I stretch a little and look toward the entrance with anticipation

Sybille: I smooth out my clothes and follow Ivy into the room. I glance briefly around the room and walk resolutely toward the ring.

Ivy_Foxx: "Oh, here she comes. Please come closer, sweetheart," I whisper in a sugary-sweet voice. Let's have some fun.

Sybille: “Oh, I'm definitely going to enjoy this,” I say with a grin, thinking back on our brief encounters so far. I step into the ring, glide smoothly between the ropes, and look at you intently. Your outfit is sexy, and I enjoy towering over you and looking down at you slightly.

Ivy_Foxx: I look at you proudly, my chin held high. You’re really tall and heavier, too, but you’re already a hundred years old—or older; I don’t know exactly, and it doesn’t matter anyway. “So let’s get started, what do you say?” I push off from the rope and walk toward you, circling you slowly, my hands raised, lying in wait like a tiger for my chance to attack.

Sybille: I see you coming toward me with your hands raised. And I move in a circle with you. Then I take a quick step toward you, interlock my fingers with yours, step one foot slightly forward, and press against your hands, trying to push them backward and bend your arms in a first test of strength.

Ivy_Foxx: I look at you with wide eyes—you’re really asking for a showdown? Look at us, you bitch. Do I really look stupid enough to fall for that? Everyone can see how physically superior you are to me. Still, I raise my arm as if I’m going to grab your hand, but then I quickly pull it back and try to slam my forearm hard into your chest. I jump back quickly to increase the distance between us.

Sybille: Ugh... I gasp as I fall into your trap and you ram your elbow into my chest. I step back, take a deep breath, and glare at you. You back off, and now I’m closing in on you. I actually like the distance anyway, given my reach. From a slight distance, I throw my two fists at your guard to keep you busy, then kick my left foot into your right thigh.

Ivy_Foxx: My arm strikes your chest, and I note to myself with satisfaction that I landed the first blow. You stare at me angrily, taking a deep breath. I raise my arms again, my eyes fixed on you, practically burning into your face. Then you strike—though rather weakly, so I have no trouble blocking it—but your kick hits me pretty hard, causing me to groan softly and stagger slightly. Damn it, that wasn’t supposed to happen, I curse, and I step back even further, limping slightly and rubbing my thigh vigorously to ease the pain.

Sybille: I may have taken the first hit, but my kick seems to have landed squarely on your thigh. I see you reaching down with one hand and immediately follow up, grabbing your other arm—the one you’re holding up to defend yourself—with both hands, twisting into you, bending over as I do so, ramming my butt/waist into your body, and yanking on your arm in an attempt to fling you over me.

Ivy_Foxx: I limp back, but not fast enough, because you immediately grab my arm, pull me toward you, turn your butt toward me, lean forward, and pull me over your back. I fly over you, land behind you on the mat, and roll away immediately. The impact wasn’t that bad; it’s more your speed that took me by surprise. I roll over to the rope and quickly pull myself back to my feet, glaring at you and brushing my hair out of my face. “Okay, bitch, now we’re both warmed up—now it really starts. Come here, I’m waiting.” I raise my arms again and take a step toward you, waiting to see what happens.

Sybille: You straighten up and are near the ropes, and I’m already on my way to catch up with you. When you ask me to come to you, I’ve almost reached you; I bring my shoulder forward to wrap my arms around your body and ram you into the ropes.

Ivy_Foxx: I'm waiting for you, and you're coming toward me. "Yeah, come here, sweetie. Want a kiss? But you'll have to lean down a little toward me," I say mockingly. You try to reach for me, but I slip under your arms, press my body against yours, and turn so that I’m standing with my back half-turned to you and your chin is over my shoulder. In a flash, my right arm wraps around your neck, and I let myself fall onto my butt. As I do, I pull your head down with me and try to slam your chin onto my shoulder with a stunner.

Sybille: You grab me by the head and take full advantage of my own momentum and forward movement, letting yourself fall. You pull me along with you. I let out a startled scream, and then a muffled grunt escapes my throat as my head slams hard against your shoulder, leaving me dazed and somewhat limp. The audience sees some drool running out of the corner of my mouth as I push myself away from you and roll across the floor to get some distance. I shake my head dazedly as I try to get up.

Ivy_Foxx: I land on my butt, and your chin slams hard into my shoulder... Bam... I can almost physically feel your teeth chattering, and I quickly jump back to my feet. A little dazed, you try to roll away, but I grab your arm and hold you tight. “Hey, stay right there—where do you think you’re going? We’re just getting started having some real fun,” I growl at you and pull you to your feet. I grab your arm and hurl you toward the ring post with an Irish Whip, hoping you’ll slam your back hard against it.

Sybille: You grab me before I can escape and seize my arm. With a violent jerk, you yank my body—which is still somewhat limp because I’m still a little dazed—around and slam me hard into the corner with an Irish whip. My back is aching—it hurts badly, and I can feel the turnbuckles digging hard into my body. I grab the top rope and hold on to it on both sides so I don’t sink to the floor. My vision is still a little blurry from your move earlier, and I hang there in the corner for a moment, my face contorted with pain.

Ivy_Foxx: I spin you around, and just as planned, you fly into the post, hanging dazed from the ropes, your eyes darting about as you struggle to hold on. Too bad, I think to myself; you were actually supposed to be sitting on your butt, but oh well, I guess it’ll have to be different, I think to myself. I take a running start and jump toward you, feet first. I’m going to hit you with a leg drop to your stomach to send you to the mat.

Sybille: I'm leaning against the corner, and my dazed state is slowly giving way to clear thinking again. Another hit would probably be pretty devastating for me. I brace myself as you run toward me, and when you jump, I wait for the exact moment when you’re in the air and can no longer correct your trajectory—then I push off to the right with a quick movement and spin around my own axis along the rope out of the corner, so that hopefully you’ll fly right past me.......

Ivy_Foxx: I take a running start, lunge at you, and jump off. Like a hunter aiming at his prey through the front sight and rear sight, I see you standing in the corner of the ring right in front of my outstretched feet. But suddenly, you’re not there anymore... “Oh no, what a damn mess,” I yell out loud, unable to correct my trajectory, and slam into the post with full force. It throws me backward; I somersault and roll all the way back to the center of the ring, where I lie dazed and groaning.

Sybille: I'm still standing right next to you—in a bit of pain—as you crash into the post, then fly backward, and slam into the ring floor. I immediately grab your leg as you lie dazed on the floor and yank you around with a jerk. Then I grab the ropes. I quickly hop—one, two, three—onto the top rope, cast a quick glance over my shoulder at your body lying there, and do a moonsault to crash into your body with this powerful move.

Ivy_Foxx: You grab my leg, hold me tight, and roll me onto my back. I roll over limply, but I’m still conscious. After you’ve positioned me, you jump onto the ropes, and I see you standing up there, a bit blurry. No… she wouldn’t really dare… she wouldn’t do that… I think to myself. But you do it—you jump off with a moonsault to land on top of me and crush me. I can’t roll away; you’d hit some part of my body, and I don’t want to take that risk. So I pull my knees up and spread them wide like a tank barrier. “Have a nice flight, bitch,” I grin, and just then you crash down on top of me.

Sybille: I hear your words and see what you’re doing with your knees. “Oh fuck,” I gasp before I crash into your knees and get catapulted away, landing curled up next to you and rolling around, gasping for breath with my arms wrapped around my aching stomach. Your knees hit me hard, and for a moment I can’t catch my breath. Then I try to crawl away from you on all fours to catch my breath.

Ivy_Foxx: You land hard on top of me, and it feels as if your heavy body is pushing me through the mat, but luckily my knees take the brunt of the impact. Even so, I’m briefly winded; groaning, I roll back toward the rope, pull myself up, and look around for you. You’re crawling on all fours, looking a little shaken, as if your flight didn’t sit well with you. I take a running start again, run toward you, step onto your back with my right foot, jump up, extend my leg fully, and let myself fall, trying to slam my leg hard into the back of your neck with a leg drop.

Sybille: I’m crawling along when I feel your foot slam hard into my back; the pain from the impact in the corner of the ring flares up again immediately, and I groan in agony. You push me down slightly as you jump, and the next moment, the back of your knee slams into my neck. My arms buckle, and my powerful, muscular body lands on the ring floor, along with my face, which is rammed hard into it. A muffled groan escapes my throat as you pound into me like that.

Ivy_Foxx: My leg hits the back of your neck so hard that you slump forward and end up lying on your stomach. “There you go,” I grin contentedly, quickly getting back to my feet and grabbing a handful of your hair. “Come on, sweetheart, get up. You can sleep later—and you will, I promise you.” I pull you back to your feet; you’re standing there unsteadily, struggling to stay upright, and I push your head down, pinning it under my right arm. I swing my leg forward to build momentum and let myself fall backward, dragging you down with me. “I’m never letting you go again,” I grin, ready to slam your head onto the mat with a DDT.

Sybille: I’m a little dazed again, but as you pull me up, I know I can’t let you slam me back down to the ground right away. No sooner am I on my feet than I feel you trying to yank my head under your arm. So I slam both hands hard into your upper body to push you away from me with my strength and keep you at a distance, and then immediately leap into you with a powerful spear thrust from a standing position to knock you off your feet.

Ivy_Foxx: I try to trap your head under my arm when you suddenly push me away with your hands. “Hey, what’s going on? Don’t you like me anymore?” I stammer, confused and amazed at where you’re suddenly getting this strength from. I stagger back but manage to stay on my feet and am about to attack again, but you leap at me with a spear. “Ahhhrrrrrrrr......” I scream and fall to the ground. You land on top of me, and I try to slam my right fist into your head.

Sybille: I cheer inwardly when my move succeeds. “You’re not going to take me down that easily,” I hiss as I land on top of you and try to gain the upper hand. “I’m going to… urmpf…” At that moment, your fist smashes into my face, and I tumble off you, a bit of saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth. Once again, I feel battered and dazed.

Ivy_Foxx: "Oh yeah, you bitch, that's what you begged for," I yell at you angrily as my fist slams into your head. I still can't believe how you managed to take me by surprise like that—I really thought I finally had you, but you're tougher than I expected. I stand up again, breathing heavily, and lift my leg. “Take that, you, and just stay down already,” I say, kicking you in the stomach—and then again right away. I take half a step back and aim to kick you in the ribs from the side as well.

Sybille: I try to roll away from you, but you jump right up and kick me in the stomach—twice—and then in the ribs. I yelp in pain, and my big body doubles over on the floor. I writhe in pain but at the same time, blindly lashing out in rage, kick at your leg, briefly halting your forward momentum, and grab the rope to pull myself up. But I can feel that I'm getting noticeably weaker because of all the good things you've been doing. I notice that I don't have the speed to get up quickly.

Ivy_Foxx: I kick you while you're lying on the floor in front of me. My pent-up rage erupts in brutal violence, and luckily your leg blocks me; I let go of you, breathe heavily, and come to my senses again, but I want to finally end this—I don’t want to be caught off guard like that again and lose control of the fight. I watch as you crawl toward the rope, battered, weak, and slow. I get behind you, grab your hair again, and ram my knee into your back, yanking you up and turning you toward me. You stagger weakly, your arms hanging limply down, and I push your head back down, clamping it between my thighs, reaching under your arms, hooking them behind your back, and jumping to the ground. I want to finally finish you off with a Pedigree.

Sybille: First you pull me up, then you push me down, and my arms try to fight back, but you yank them backward. I realize what’s about to happen; my upper arm muscles tense up once more as I try to break free, and then I’m pulled downward. You slam my face into the ring floor, and a muffled gasp escapes my body; my arms go limp as I lie beneath you, feeling your butt against my neck and your weight on top of me.

Ivy_Foxx: I jump to the floor and pin your head beneath me; you hit the mat hard and go limp. “Yesssssss… finally,” I shout in relief and lift myself off you, grab your shoulder, and roll you onto your back. Then I slide back over you, sit down on your face with my butt, and grind against you—your face sinks deep between my butt cheeks. I lean forward, grab your legs, and pull them up, tucking them under my arms so you’re completely immobilized. “Okay, sweetie, I guess that’s it,” I grin at you. I count aloud, “one”... “two,” and wait a moment to see if you’ll do anything else.

Sybille: I'm lying limp on the floor, groaning in pain as you roll me around. My arms fall limply at my sides. I feel your butt against my face. It presses softly against me, robbing me of my senses and the air I need to breathe. I hear your voice counting through a fog... one... WTF. That asshole is pressing hard into me, and I feel totally humiliated. I have to move and free myself, I think to myself as I breathe in the scent of your sweat... two......my fingers twitch as I try to move.......you hesitate, giving me time, and I gather my strength to lift my arm....my muscles tense.......three........I hear your voice even before I can pull my arm up.

Ivy_Foxx: "And three," I call out quickly as I feel you moving beneath me and trying to lift your arm. "No, don’t do that—stay down, everything’s fine." I take a deep breath, stay seated for a moment, let go of your legs, stand up, and hold out my hand to you. I pull you back up, this time not by your hair. "Good fight, Sybille. Come on, let’s go get a drink." (End)

Sybille: I let you help me up and stand next to you, exhausted. I take a deep breath and then lift your hand to show everyone that I acknowledge your victory. I’m glad you helped me up fairly, and I appreciate that you recognize my effort. Then I walk over with you to have a drink at the bar.

Brooke_Williams: Great match ladies

Sybille: thank you brooke