Superstar Squash Women

ZoeGara: I had been getting into a lot of matches lately and the results were mixed. I was winning some and losing some. Now I had a fight against another strong opponent and this time I was determined to win. She and I had an altercation a few days ago where I ended up sprawled out across the bar counter. Now it was time for payback. I drive up to the arena in my outfit. I stand at 5’5 and 120 lbs. I walk down to the arena, waving and blowing kisses at the cheering crowd. I slide between the ropes to enter the ring where I start stretching and wait for the match to start

ZoeGara:

Sybille: After I quickly beat you at the bar in the club two days ago, I realized you were out for revenge. When you saw today that I had some free time, you immediately challenged me to a fight, and I'm determined to show you once again where you belong in the food chain. I watch as you walk to the ring and let everyone cheer you on, and I can tell how much the crowd loves you. Your sexy body is made for getting the crowd fired up, and I, too, watch you in admiration as you move and glide your body smoothly between the ropes into the ring and stretch out there. As soon as you start, I, too, head resolutely toward the ring. I skip the kisses and waves and instead walk briskly toward the ring. I grab the ropes, hop up onto the ring, and then leap over the ropes in one fluid motion. I land safely in the ring and head to my corner. I, too, stretch briefly and look at you expectantly once more, then nod to you and slowly make my way to the center of the ring.

Sybille:

ZoeGara: I lean back against the turnbuckle, watching you walk down to the ring. You’re all muscle, and likely much stronger than me. However strength alone doesn’t win a match. As you start walking to the centre I push off from the corner and meet you in the middle. “Hope you’re ready bitch. I haven’t forgotten what you did to me a few days ago” I say smirking and flick your head to mock you

Sybille: I’m not going to let you rattle me—at least not with your mocking grin and head-shaking. Your outfit and appearance might be more likely to do that, but I’m trying to focus on the fight. I’ve seen how fluidly you can move, and I can tell it’s not going to be as easy today as it was two days ago at the club—when all the chaos around us surely got in your way, too. I shrug and simply say, “I’m ready.” as you nod too...i hear the bell "DING DING DING"......

ZoeGara: The bell rings and I immediately jump into action. I send a headbutt straight to your nose to push you back a little and then send a front kick straight to your stomach, aiming to knock the wind out of you and get an early advantage in the match

Sybille: I’m expecting kicks, I’m expecting punches, and I’m watching your hands and legs closely. What I’m not expecting is a headbutt. You ram your forehead into my nose completely out of the blue, and it hurts like hell—I even hear a slight crunch—and I feel blood starting to flow from my nose. So I step back two steps, and although your foot still hits me, it doesn’t hit as hard as you intended. Instinctively, I reach out, grab your foot before you can lower it, slam my fist into your outstretched thigh, and kick my foot against your supporting leg—hoping to send you to the ground.

ZoeGara: The headbutt works and draws blood from your nose. But you step farther than I thought and my kick loses the damage. You grab my outstretched leg and punch my thigh, making my muscles ripple and I groan in pain. I see your other foot coming for a kick and I jump up, sending a kick to your chest to push you away before falling to the ground

Sybille: Before I can sweep your leg out from under you, you jump up, spin slightly in the air, and kick me in the chest with your foot; I let go of your other foot and stagger backward. I wipe the blood from my nose with the back of my hand and see you getting back up after you went down during your attack. I run toward you to knock you right back down with a clothesline.

ZoeGara: The kick frees me from your grip and I fall to the ground after pushing you away thinking I’d get enough time. As soon as I get up on my feet you come rushing at me with a clothesline. Your arm slams into my chest and I get thrown to the ground and roll away, holding my chest in pain before slowly pushing myself back up

Sybille: I let myself fall onto the rope; I briefly consider letting myself bounce back, but then decide against it, instead holding on to the rope and staying there as I watch you. Your chest is obviously hurting, judging by the way you’re holding it as you stand up. I look at the ropes with a smile and wait for you.

ZoeGara: You decide to take your foot off the pedal and give me a little time to recover. I grab the ropes and pull myself up, holding my chest with one hand and breathing heavily. You’re exactly on the opposite side of the ring as me. I shake my head to clear up and run at you, driving my shoulder into your stomach and slam you into the ropes

Sybille: Right now, you’re actually reacting just as I’d hoped. Maybe a little angry because I sent you crashing to the ground, you storm toward me. Since you’re coming from across the ring, I have all the time in the world, and I wait until the very last moment to move out of your path and watch you slide unchecked between the ropes. In a flash, I grab your jaw over the top rope, pull your head back, and press my knee into your lower back. So I'm going to press your stomach against the middle rope while I painfully pull you around the top rope with your back arched.

ZoeGara: I fall right into the trap you had laid for me. As I run at you, you move out of the way making me go through the top and middle ropes. Before I could pull back you reach over the top rope and grab my jaw. You pull back on it, pressing your knee into my back and my stomach into the middle ropes. “Ahhhhh” k scream out in pain as you arch my back over the top rope and bend me brutally

Sybille: I pull and twist you around and enjoy your screams. It feels good to have such a firm grip on your hot, sexy body and make you suffer. Your screams bring a grin to my face, and I’ll hold you as long as I can—until I get counted out and am about to get in trouble. I’m using every second of holding you like this to weaken you and to show off your amazing body to the crowd—your breasts, which are perfectly pressed into your bra in this position.

ZoeGara: You bask in my pain, tormenting me by stretching me more and more against the ropes. The rope burns a red mark into my stomach, my body on display for the crowd for a good while before the ref finally comes to pull you off of me. I remain hunched over the middle rope for a few seconds, breathing heavily before finally pulling out of the ropes. “You’re gonna…pay for that….bitch” I say breathing heavily

Sybille: I raise my arms as the ref pushes me back. Then he lets go of me, and I just catch a glimpse of you spinning around on the rope again and barking right at me that I’ll pay for this. Instead of using words like you do, I respond with a kick to your sexy abs—maybe to kick you right back between the ropes, this time butt-first.

ZoeGara: As soon as I turn around you immediately send a kick to my unflexed abs, making your foot sink into my soft belly. As per your predictions I go back between the ropes, my butt resting on the middle ropes while I’m hunched over gasping for air after your kick

Sybille: “All those words from you....and look what they've gotten you,” I say, finally speaking up a little, and I grab your hair, pull your head up so you're looking at me—so that your chest is pushed out again the way it is when you're sitting—and then I deliver three powerful blows across your chest with the back of my other hand.

ZoeGara: I was trapped on the ropes when you walk over to me and grab my hair making me look straight at you. “Fuck you bitch” I say and spit on you only to receive three brutal blows across my chest one after the other, making my eyes widen and I scream out in pain

Sybille: My eyes sparkle at you as you spit in my face, and as the referee pushes me away from you again, I wipe your spit off my face with the back of my hand. I don’t say anything, but you can tell by the look on my face that you’ll regret this today. Then I decisively push the ref aside—he’s standing halfway between us—grab your hair again, pull your head toward me between my arm and body, and put you in a headlock. I reach for your panties... hoping the thin fabric holds up...and I yank you out of the ropes, let myself fall backward, and try to fling you over me.

ZoeGara: I was breathing heavily. This match was getting more and more one sided as time went on. You push the ref aside, leaving no one between me and you and pull my head under your arm and yank me out of the ropes. I walk with you, bent over with my head being squeezed between your sides and your bicep. I feel you reaching behind and grab my patties and before I could realise you lift me up and slam me down on my back. I arch my back in pain as o get slammed down, the ring shaking on impact

Sybille: “Luckily, you bought something of good quality—otherwise you'd be naked right now,” I say with a giggle as I sit up again and watch you squirm on the floor. You're lying in the perfect position, and I climb onto your stomach, run across you to get to the corner. I nimbly climb up it to reach the top rope.

ZoeGara: “Ooooff” I groan and fold as you climb on to my stomach with all your weight before going over to the corner. I watch weakly as you slowly climb up the top ropes, about to execute a high flying move

Sybille: I reach the top and glance briefly over my shoulder; you're still lying dazed in the ring, and I jump down. I do a moonsault to slam into your body with full force.

ZoeGara: I see you climb up the top ropes and given our difference in physiques it was gonna be over if you landed on top of me. I muster up all my courage and I roll away from your crashing body, dodging you by a hair

Sybille: Just before I hit you perfectly......you react and roll out of the way in a flash. There’s nothing I can do, nothing I can change—I slam hard onto the ground right where I was supposed to hit you. You hear the dull thud and a loud whimper from me as I land hard on my back after the somersault and slam my left elbow violently into the ground. I lie there for a moment, gasping for breath, my face contorted with pain.

ZoeGara: The impact as you touch the ground makes the ring shake. I don’t have to look back to figure out how much it would’ve hurt. I crawl over to the ropes, pulling myself up slowly. My body aching after the beating I took

Sybille: I roll back and forth on the floor—my back hurts so much—but then I finally manage to get down on all fours. I crawl to the other side of the ring and then slowly pull myself up to my feet using the ropes.

ZoeGara: We both get to our feet at about the same time. I stretch myself a little before starting to walk towards you with my guard up. As I get close I start off with a jab straight to your nose

Sybille: You come toward me, and I step away from the ropes too and move toward you. I see that you’re still moving quite smoothly, even though you’ve already taken quite a few hits. Then your jab comes, and I raise my arm, trying to deflect your punch outward and create space to thrust my left forearm into your face.

ZoeGara: I go forward with a jab to your nose, trying to get the upper hand but you raise your hand in time. My jab gets deflected outwards leaving me open and before I can bring my other arm you thrust your forearm into my face, making my head snap back and I stumble back a few steps

Sybille: I'm following you again, and I don't want to let you go now—I want to take advantage of it. I'll try to shove my arm—this time my right one—right into your face.

ZoeGara: You follow me closely, not wanting to give me any time to recover and this time you slam your other arm into my face making me stumble back more and into a corner

Sybille: I'm going to make you back up even further and stumble into the corner. I follow you again, wanting to keep up the pressure. Your body is pinned in the corner, and I grab the ropes on the left and right and try to kick my foot hard into your belly—not just once, but twice, three times, four times—to make you sink a little deeper with every kick and, hopefully, bring your butt down to the floor.

ZoeGara: You herd me into the corner with repeated blows and I’m pinned in the corner by you. You grab the ropes boxing me in and unleash a barrage of kicks aimed straight at my stomach. “Oooooooff oooooffff ooooofff oooooooff” I groan with every hit, my cheeks puffing as spit flies out of my mouth and I slide down against the turmbuckle, falling on my ass and holding my stomach

Sybille: As you hang from the ropes, I turn around and humiliatingly shove my butt in your face. I wiggle my butt cheeks right in front of your nose, and they’re all you can see right now as I stick my butt out and humiliate you in front of everyone. The crowd is going wild. After a few seconds, the referee pulls me away from you. I let him do it with a grin. Then I run to the opposite corner, turn around to face you, run toward you, jump off the ropes, spin in midair, and try to land right in your face with my butt.

ZoeGara: As I was winded and gasping in the corner you turn around and shove your sweaty butt into my face, smothering me between your cheeks and adding insult to injury. The ref finally pulls you away and I lead forward, my makeup smeared all over my face. Before I could recover, I look up and through slightly blurry vision I see you running straight at me. Then you suddenly spin, slamming your ass into my face. My head goes between the bottom and middle ropes, hanging over the turnbuckle

Sybille: I turn toward you and see you really, truly hanging by the ropes, and then I grab you by the feet, yank you into the center of the ring, and lie across you. I grab your leg, pull it up, and go for a pin. The referee also goes to the ground and starts counting, “One.”

ZoeGara: You grab my legs and drag me towards the centre of the ring. My whole body is hurting. You lie across me and hook my leg, going for a pin. The ref starts the pin. Just as the ref was about to hit three I kick out, escaping just in time

Sybille: I roll off you and hiss at the ref because he counted way too slowly, but I don’t waste much time protesting. I’m behind your head, and I grab you by the hair and pull your upper body up a little so you’re sitting again, while at the same time wrapping my thighs around your hips from behind and then wrapping my muscular arm around your neck.

Sybille:

ZoeGara: I barely manage to get out of the pin, my body sore all over. While I’m lying on the ground you sit behind my head and pull my body onto yours. Then you wrap your muscular arms around my neck and your thighs around my waist, crushing me with your strength as I squirm in your grip

Sybille: “You'd better give up, or I'll squeeze you like a lemon,” I say, as I squeeze my thighs tighter and tighter around your body.

ZoeGara: My eyes bulge as you squeeze tight. No air is going into me and the remaining air is being pushed out of me. My face turns purple and o slowly start to tap out weakly

Sybille: I’m still holding you in my arms when you finally tap out. The referee rings the bell and ends the match. I hold you for a moment longer, then stand up. I place my foot on your stomach and strike a pose for the crowd, then I grab your hair, pull you down onto all fours, and drag you out of the arena by your hair, as if you were on a leash.

ZoeGara: I was almost out cold when you finally release me and I slump down to the ground. You lose with your foot on my stomach, my chest heaving up and down. Then I get walked out like a dog, as you grab my hair and take me god knows where, using it as a leash

Sybille: END