Superstar Squash Women

Goddess_Faith: stretches in her corner of the ring, her 5'8" 135lbs 36D-24-35 tanned and toned body clad in all black for this first encounter match, bikini and boots contrasting the bright shining gold of her natural blonde hair. She fluffs her golden mane behind her shoulders loosely as the referee comes over to pat her down. She stares across at you, her challenger, glaring. I hope you're ready for this wrestling lesson, hon...cuz I am NOT going to go easy on you!

AshleyWrestling: I tie my long blonde hair up as I gulp anxiously, staring over at my booked match for the evening. I had known I was booked for a squash, but seeing you in person and your looks has me on edge! I try to maintain composure despite the obvious mismatch across the ring. I’m wearing my red two piece athletic fit to contrast your all black sexy look. I growl at your taunt, “oh that’s good, take it too easy and I’m going to kick your ass!” I say with a bratty but confident smirk as I push out of the corner and step forward for a face-off

AshleyWrestling:

Goddess_Faith: rolls her eyes, hearing you taunt her back. The ref signals for the bell to ring and backs out of the way. You are already on the move, and she doesn't keep you waiting, but she also doesn't come right at you. She moves to circle out of her corner to the left, her guard raised, knees bent slightly, eyes staring daggers into yours. If you're a good lil gurl, maybe you'll kiss it...I doubt your foot will go near it though.

AshleyWrestling: I cross my arms and scoff as you roll your eyes, the disdain between us now becoming apparent for the cameras and crowd and making for a tense matchup. I circle slowly, crouching at the same time as you. I can’t help but blush as you make the comment about kissing your ass, growling in response, “I-I’m not kissing anything, BITCH!” I then lunge forward trying to lock up with you in a collar and elbow, blind rage with no regard to the height difference.

Goddess_Faith: gets the younger smaller bitch all fired up with ease. You stutter a bit and go for the lunge, she braces herself as we lock-up for the very first time in the near-center of the ring. She opts to play with your mind a little, feigning a struggle to hold her position, her left hand on your neck, her right on your left bicep, before she starts to apply some forward pressure, trying to step forward and start to bully you back little by little. How's those butterflies in the belly, hon? She mutters so only you and the ref will hear, trying to appear to be understanding of the uphill battle you face.

AshleyWrestling: Your mind games work on me right off the bat, lunging into the mismatch and thinking I might have the upper hand. That is, until you start to bully me back, showing off your real strength and putting on the pressure as I stumble back until my back hits the turnbuckle behind me! My leg comes up, trying to slowly press into your toned stomach and make room between us. “How does this knee feel in your stomach?”

Goddess_Faith: manages to back you into the corner with relative ease, certainly one of her favourite places to trap an opponent, but her good fortune is short-lived as you bring your knee up between us, against her toned abdomen to try and create some separation. What makes you think my stomach can feel that bony lil knee of yours? She taunts back, her left hand moving to push your leg away to the side, wildest moving to twist her body into yours, her own left thigh snapping up to thrust up across your own lower belly in the process.

AshleyWrestling: Already in the precarious potion of being in the corner, but I’m able to find enough leverage to sneak my knee into your midsection. Which you are able to brush aside with ease!!! Then NAILING me with your own knee right to my stomach, knocking the wind out of me as my arms catch over the top ropes, leaving me gasping and set up perfectly in the corner!

Goddess_Faith: purrs, rocking you back against the corner and your arms know the routine and where to go instantly. She bends and grips the middle rope on either side of you, immediately pulling on the ropes for added leverage to drive her left shoulder into your belly. Working you in the corner, the ref comes over to issue the first warning of the match.

AshleyWrestling: After getting set up in the corner you move onto working me over more in this vulnerable position, SLAMMIGN your shoulder into my belly and once again knocking the wind out of me. This time, my legs give out from under me, and I collapse into a seated position at your feet in the corner.

Goddess_Faith: rocks you off of the ropes and down to your ass in the corner. She leans upright and glares back at the referee, while standing tall over you. Are YOU still here??? You obviously didn't frisk me well enough then... She brings her right boot up and across your throat, pushing your head back over the middle rope/turnbuckle and reaches inside the crotch of her bottoms to pull out a carefully folded $50. Looking back at the referee again, she flicks the bill up and in his direction. Get lost...she's mine! The clearly underpaid referee feigns hesitation as you struggle from the weighted choke, but takes the money and exits the ring quickly, perhaps in the hopes that I might ease up on you if he obeys more swiftly.

AshleyWrestling: The ref scolds you for the unrelenting corner attack I’ve suffered so far, continuing the work by casually placing your boot square into my throat, choking me and pressing my head back against the turn buckle. Then, you reach into your bottoms and pull out the bribe. The ref, being convinced by a combination of the money and no doubt your smoldering good looks, takes it and runs! Leaving you to your devices as my eyes bulge and dramatically reach out to the retreating safety net I had. “Ach-n-no!” My hands moving to paw pathetically on your boot.

Goddess_Faith: pulls her boot away from your throat and leans down to sink her fingers into your hair to drag you slowly back up to your feet. Lil bitch, I prefer being the one in red...when my opponent insists...it just...does something to me, yanno? Her other hand moves to reach between your legs, readying to show off some power in her strength/size advantage, by lifting you up off of your feet.

AshleyWrestling: I gasp dramatically as your foot comes off my reddended neck, your fingers tangle in my hair and lift me to my feet as my hands reach for the roots on my scalp with a yelp. “F-fuck you! I look better in red anyways! W-whoa!!!!” I squeal out as you show off your strength now, hoisting me off my feet! “P-put me down Faith!” I kick around in your grasp.

Goddess_Faith: freely laughs at your expense and at your poorly chosen and poorly timed words. Okay, bitch, if you insist! She replies as she hoists you up off of your feet and twists her body to bodyslam you down hard against the canvas at her feet.

AshleyWrestling: “AH!” I let out another loud yelp before you slam me into the mat. The ring and ropes shaking around us form the impact as the crowd goes wild. I let out a painful groan as I squirm under you lightly. “F-fuckkkkk” my legs shifting on the mat in front of you. My body writhing on the ground at your feet and recovering from the big slam

Goddess_Faith: opts to step around your writhing form and do a circuit of the inner boundary of the ring ropes, playing to the fans, flexing, showing off at your expense as you suffer from the slam. There's a mixed reaction, you have some stubborn fans and supporters who hate her for paying off the ref to leave you at her mercy. I ain't even cheated this bitch yet, who needs the ref??

AshleyWrestling: Cameras flash around your dominant figure towering over me as you gloat and strife across the ring. My face blushes, even though I have the crowd on my side technically, I’m not looking so hot! I pick myself up slowly, getting up onto my hands and knees

Goddess_Faith: turns to refocus her attention upon you, and just in time too! She sees you struggling to get up to all 4s and gives herself a bit of a running start towards you, from the side, aiming to thrust a punt kick up into your wide open and softened tummy! Did I SAY you could get back up?? She taunts loudly, the fans booing her for this one, tho some still applaud it.

AshleyWrestling: I’m given zero respite as you turn back towards me and nail me with another swift shot to the midsection! I let out a pained yell and flop over onto my back, whining with both hands covering my midsection that’s been targeted this whole match!! “UGHHHH!”

Goddess_Faith: circles you, like a predator circling her wounded prey, leaning down to sink her fingers into that hair again as she works to drag your smaller body towards the ropes. She jerks upon your hair to force you over onto that sore belly, pushing to get your neck over the bottom rope. Her left boot moving to press over the back of your head/neck to go back to choking you, this time with the rope as an assist, forcing you to look out at the fans observing your destruction at the hands of a superior opponent.

AshleyWrestling: You once again tower over me, reaching down as you pick me up once again by my long blonde hair, forcing me to crawl over as you drag me to the ropes to set me up for another foot choke! This time rope-assisted as your foot dominantly plants on the back of my head. The fans booing and jeering at your heel persona coming on. I squirm and writhe around beneath your foot as cameras flash around ringside. And with the ref gone, you can stand there and pose to your hearts content! My face turning bright red from the choking.

Goddess_Faith: leans into the choke, but also leans to untie her boot while it forces the choke on you. Absorbing the boos and jeers from the fans, she just smiles down at your struggles and suffering before finally letting up. She leans on the top rope for balance, with her left arm, as her boot comes up off of you and she pulls it off of her foot, along with the sweat soaked sock. You still alive down there, sweetie?

AshleyWrestling: I choke and squirm like a bug under foot as your boot and the rope keep me perfectly in place, allowing you to casually reach down to unlace your boots as the crowd boos your heel performance. You finally let up as I gasp out and cough uncontrollably, remaining hung up on the bottom rope as I’m oblivious to you pulling off your boots and stripping the sweat soaked sock. I’m not able to get any words out, coughing in response to your question to let you know I’m still alive.

Goddess_Faith: throws the boot and sock out of the ring and bends down to sink her fingers into your hair to drag you back up to your feet. Now, what should I do with you now that I have to weak and vulnerable? She asks tauntingly, as if she expects you to answer.

AshleyWrestling: Your boot and sock are thrown out to the audience as a few desperate crowd members fight ringside over the merch. I get dragged up to my feet once again by the hair. Yelping as my hands hold the roots of my hair and I double over in front of you. “L-let go!”

Goddess_Faith: initially ponders a good ol bodyslam, but you move to stay bent over, and it inspires a different idea. Mmm, time to put this bitch down for the count, I think... She declares openly, not entirely noticing the mini-spat over her boot and sock. She pulls your head up under her left arm, coiling it around your head (releasing your hair in the process) in a Front Facelock-esque position, and starts to backpedal to drag you out away from the ropes. Her free right hand gesturing to the crowd in a way that her most devoted fans recognize all too well! They start a chant for "G-B-D! G-B-D!!!"

AshleyWrestling: You continue and decide how to progress the onslaught, one barefoot on the canvas as the fans spat over control of your belongings, you drag my head in under your arm as I’m yanked forward into the front facelock. My hips jutted out toth audience as you drag me center of the ring and the crowd begins to chant in coordination.

Goddess_Faith: stops short of the center of the ring, leaning over and reaching around with her right hand to spank that ass as it juts out for the audience. Here we go!! Her arm tenses against your head as she brings her left knee up towards your wide open and bruised belly. HOWEVER, before it lands, she suddenly throws her body backwards and down towards the mat, aiming to pull you down with her and drive your head down into the canvas, whilst impaling your belly upon her upraised knee...in her patented Gut Buster DDT!

AshleyWrestling: The crowd builds up into a loud cheer as you set me up for a signature move. I get my own series of catcalls and whistles as you reach around and SPANK my ass whilst I’m doubled over in front of you. Setting me up nicely for your unique finisher, rebounding off your knee with a big gasp of air as the wind is knocked out of me. I flop over onto my back, and you could probably call the match at that point! But wait, no referee!!!

Goddess_Faith: brings you down good and hard...you're broken, finished...but without a referee present to save you. She winces slightly as there's little she can do to brace her own landing for that one! She gradually rolls to her knees and then gets to her feet. She stands over you and poses with a confident double bicep flex, keeping the fans excited and appreciative. She then nudges your cheek with her toes. You still awake down there? Huh? It's no fun if you can't feel what might be coming next...

AshleyWrestling: You hit your victory pose as cameras flash around the superior blonde standing dominantly over her beaten opponent. With no referee to stop you, you play with my facial features, nudging your pretty toes from your one barefoot into my cheeks as I groan and shift in response, signaling I’m still awake, just in a lot of pain.

Goddess_Faith: "Welp, no time for the bell yet, she's still moving!" She calls out, the fans laughing at her quip, at your expense. She circles around to your side and brings her bared foot up off of the mat, then STOMPING it down against your battered belly...and, if that wasn't enough, she forces you to take her full 135lbs for a few brief moments, as she brings her still-booted foot up and steps over you with it, before stepping off of you. Some of your still defiant fans booing her cruelty in Dominating you in this fashion without a referee there to insist that she be merciful.

AshleyWrestling: The fans have started to take the side of the dominant and charming heel, joining in your laughter and cheering you on as you use me as a liter stepping stone. Putting you bare foot down HARD On my midsection and knocking the wind out of me once again as you step over me and cameras shine you up in the ring. A few of my fans booing you, but with no end in sight for the punishment of your victim tonight!

Goddess_Faith: steps around to your head once more, this time pressing her toes against your cheek to pin the other cheek against the mat. Striking another impressive pose over you for the cameras..as she starts to make this victory official. ONE! TWO! ...

AshleyWrestling: You step around me and use my body as furniture for your next impressive pose. The cameras flashing around the ring of your dominant and impressive figure while your barefoot presses into my cheeks for a humiliating pin. I squirm lightly beneath you as you’re able to point your own pin, and you could count to 20 if you wanted!!!

Goddess_Faith: grinds and slides her sweaty soiled sole against your cheek to literally press her advantage over you as she leans over as if checking for your shoulders. Are they up? No?? Okay then... THREE!!! The Auto-Bell rings out of programmed instinct to signal the end of the match as she remains in this position for more camera flashes as the crowd goes wild.

AshleyWrestling: You grind and rub your sweaty sole into my cheeks, literally rubbing in the humiliation as you take an even extra long three count. You hit three as the crowd goes wild, my arms dropping down at my sides defeated and growling lightly as you remain posing with your toes digging into my cheeks, wanting all the pictures for social media no doubt.