Superstar Squash Women

11:46 Sybille: I have created the private room #Miri_und_Sybi.

11:46 Sybille: I have invited @Miriam_Monroe to join #Miri_und_Sybi.

12:06 Miriam_Monroe: We’ve got a big match coming up today. In just a few minutes, I’ll be in the ring with Sybille. The self-proclaimed German Amazon apparently wants to snag the belt this month and take the top spot in this federation. But that’s not going to happen. I HAVE to defeat her. I HATE Sybille. That old bitch humiliated and put me and Beth in our place right in front of everyone else. But this time I’m better prepared, and I’m going to beat her in the ring. October is going to be Miriam Monroe Month! I can already hear my music playing in the background. Startled, I tug at my ring attire, then stride confidently into the arena. The fans and me… it’s not exactly a love affair. I ignore them and focus on myself. Then I step into the ring and slide back into my corner.

12:07 Miriam_Monroe:

14:02 Sybille: I watch you march in and climb the steps up to the ring. Does she really think she stands a chance against me? I wonder, especially since I was able to take you out so easily last time, along with Beth, at the Fed. Well, I have to be careful not to get cocky or overconfident, or this will be harder than I thought. I wait until your music has faded away, then the song “Fear of the Dark” by Iron Maiden starts playing, and I walk in wearing my black outfit. I raise my arms and bask in the audience’s applause. They want to see me win; they want the tall, statuesque Amazon to defeat chubby Miriam Monroe, and I’m going to give them a show that will live up to their expectations. I step through the ropes and strike a brief pose by the rope, then head to my corner.

14:02 Sybille:

14:09 Miriam_Monroe: I watch you interact with the fans. I clench my fist and slam it hard into my palm in anger. Sybille is such an arrogant bitch. She wants to humiliate me in front of everyone again—I know it for sure. I have to seize the moment. You’re still posing for the fans, then slip back into the ring to head for your corner. You lean back, relaxed. But you don’t see me on the opposite side. In the meantime, I’ve left the ring and now appear right behind you. I stand at the edge of the mat, grab your neck, and jump back down onto the arena floor. I’m going to slam your neck into the rope with all my might—at least, that’s my plan. That should give me an advantage. Not entirely fair, but who cares?

14:16 Sybille: I turn toward the audience and hype up the crowd once more with encouraging hand gestures, flexing my abs for them, then I turn back to you and can’t see you anywhere. “Where did she go?” I’m still wondering when something grabs me by the neck and yanks me backward. My neck is yanked into the rope and overstretched backward. I scream in fright and feel like you’re going to snap my neck; I bend my knees slightly to counteract the overstretching a bit. and I grab your fingers around my neck and try to pry them apart to escape you, especially since your tight grip around my neck is also cutting off my breath.

14:27 Miriam_Monroe: Grrr....I try to keep my grip steady, and then I jump from the edge of the mat onto the floor. As far as I'm concerned, your neck can be crushed against the ropes. Maybe you'll suffer a neck injury? I don't care! Only one thing matters today: I have to win this fight. Whatever the cost.

14:32 Sybille: Finally, you let go—or slip—and I stagger, gasping, into the center of the ring. I clutch my aching neck. “That was unfair, you fat bitch,” I hiss, and now I’m really angry at you for attacking me so sneakily. Just then, the bell rings to signal the start of the fight, while my neck is still aching and I’m circling my head to loosen it up and check if anything’s broken. As I do, I keep an eye on you as you sneak around the ring.

14:34 Miriam_Monroe: Ha ha! I point my finger at you. But you took the attack in stride. Cowardly, I circle around outside the ring, trying to find an opening where I can easily step into the ring. Carefully, I climb the steps. I order the referee to make sure you keep your distance so I can enter the ring in peace.

14:36 Sybille: And sure enough, he pushes me back. I snap at him angrily, asking what he's playing at—after all, you're the one who started this sneakily—and he pushes me back. I shove him, causing him to stagger backward, and then turn back to you.

14:38 Miriam_Monroe: By now, I’ve made it into the ring. After you roughly shoved the referee aside, I’m now standing in front of you. I raise my hand in a conciliatory gesture, as if to say, “It was all just a joke.” Fearfully, I step back and suddenly feel the corner against my back.

14:41 Sybille: I see your reassuring gesture, but my throbbing neck tells me a different story. I see you flinching back in fear, and I follow right behind you to kick you in the stomach and, hopefully, slam your back hard into the turnbuckles.

14:55 Miriam_Monroe: Ugh... your leg swings out mercilessly, and you're beating me up in the corner. I'm wriggling around helplessly, trying to break free, but you've got a firm grip on me. So it looks like my little advantage has already gone up in smoke again.

14:56 Miriam_Monroe:

15:07 Sybille: When I see that you're just screaming and barely fighting back, I pull my foot back and then kick you three times in quick succession in the body to try to knock you down the rope.

17:46 Miriam_Monroe: Ugh...ugh...ugh...your attacks are brutal and never miss their mark. With every groan, I fall one level lower, until I finally find myself sitting dazed on the ring floor.

17:46 Miriam_Monroe:

22:16 Sybille: It's a hot sight to see your body sinking lower and lower until it hits the ground. I can still see the hateful look in your eyes, even though you’re sitting on the floor, so I’m sure you’re going to like what’s coming next even less. After I’ve knocked you to the floor, I take a few steps back, get a running start, run toward you, jump off, spin around as I do so, and aim to land my ass right in your face—ramming you against the post and humiliating you.

22:28 Miriam_Monroe: Damn it, that’s not how I pictured this. I was clearly at an advantage after my unfair attack. How did she manage to turn the tables so quickly? Groaning, I crouch on the floor, my big butt flat against the ground. Then I have to stand by and watch as you strut over to the opposite corner and then charge right at me. I stare wide-eyed at my impending doom. But there’s nothing I can do about it. As you run, you turn around, present your toned butt to me, and ram it right into my face. Uffffffff......

22:29 Miriam_Monroe:

22:31 Sybille: There’s a hot, slapping sound as my ass kisses your face, and then I just stop. I hold onto the ropes on either side and let my butt cheeks twitch violently against your face. I massage my butt muscles into your face and humiliate you even more. As I do this, I angle my left leg backward, plant it on your stomach, and press my foot firmly into your potbelly.

22:34 Miriam_Monroe: IIIIIIHHHHH....I kick my feet wildly as you rub your butt across my face...over and over again. But eventually my resistance fades, and I slump motionless in the corner. Relieved, I let out a sigh as you let go of me. But the relief is short-lived, because shortly afterward, you’re already pinning me against the corner again with your leg outstretched. Ugh.....

22:39 Sybille: I look down at you as you hang there, already pretty limp, in the corner, then grab you by the feet, pull you into the center of the ring, and yank one of your legs up; I drive my elbow into your stomach, hold your raised leg in place, and pin you against your chin with my forearm. The referee drops to his knees and immediately starts counting, “One.”

22:44 Miriam_Monroe:

22:44 Miriam_Monroe: You drag me across the ring like a doll—a very heavy doll. I flail my arms helplessly, but it doesn’t help. Uffff....then the air escapes from my body when your elbow hits me hard. Shortly after that, I hear the referee. One... Two... but just in time, I manage to pull my shoulder off the mat....

22:46 Sybille: I didn't really expect the count to go through already, but I'm still a little disappointed that you were able to raise your arm in time. I get up quickly and stomp my foot on your stomach, then I grab you by the arm and leg, pull you into position, and quickly head to the corner of the ring. I quickly climb up the ropes.

22:49 Miriam_Monroe: Once again, I’m being dragged through the ring. Ugh… give me a break. Horrified, I watch as you climb up the ring rope. With my last ounce of strength, I try to haul my heavy body up to prevent the worst from happening. Groaning, I manage to get to my feet just in time, but I stagger through the ring, still dazed.

22:53 Sybille: I climb up and stand on the top rope, but I see that you’re already back on your feet. At first I get annoyed, but when I see that you’re still staggering and unsteady on your feet, a grin crosses my face… actually, this is even better. I brace myself, then jump off to launch a flying dropkick—feet first—into you, probably knocking you down again. I then roll away deftly and quickly and am about to jump up again.

22:59 Miriam_Monroe: Where did the old lady go? Oh right, on the ring rope? Confused, I drive around, completely disoriented. Then I spot you on the rope and my eyes widen as you leap toward me with your dropkick. The fans go absolutely wild over that amazing move. For me, though, it’s not so great, because I fall flat on my back like a board, then roll onto my stomach, feeling the effects of the blow. Oooohhhh....that hurt..

22:59 Miriam_Monroe:

23:08 Sybille: You're actually already lying there perfectly. I climb over you, this time pressing my foot into your back, and then I walk to the corner and climb up again. On the lower rope, however, I pause briefly and raise my arms to the audience. I fire up the crowd and make encouraging hand gestures to get them cheering. Only then do I climb up the middle rope and then the top rope.

23:12 Miriam_Monroe: Ugh... I'm totally exhausted. But I have a feeling you've hatched yet another diabolical plan. I HAVE to do something, so I struggle to my knees and try to pull myself up. But after your attacks, I’m still very wobbly on my feet. Still, I manage to get to my feet. But what’s this? Apparently, I can’t keep my balance and crash uncontrollably into the corner you just climbed up to. I hurtle into the corner with momentum, and the ring shakes.

23:16 Sybille: I'm just turning around on the top rope to look for you when you crash into the corner. I slip off the rope and slam my butt hard against the post. I scream in pain and sit on the top ring rope, holding on tight to the left and right, and try to put my feet—which slipped off—back on the middle rope to get back up.

23:18 Miriam_Monroe: Groaning, I pull myself up on the ropes and come to a halt, gasping for breath. You’re sitting there, hanging from the ropes, and you’re at just the right height. Furious, I try to land a few hard punches on you. Every punch is accompanied by a strained groan. Ugh...punch....ugh....punch...ugh...

23:20 Sybille: You're standing in front of me, and before I can even steady myself, your fists slam into my abs. You feel the hard wall of my muscles as you land the first blows, but after several hits, I let out a muffled groan and my muscles tremble, barely able to hold the tension. I try to lift one leg and press it against your shoulder to push you away from me.

23:22 Miriam_Monroe: Quick-witted, I grab your leg and pull it toward the center of the ring. This could be a real game-changer. If I manage to slam you from the ropes onto the mat, I could gain a real advantage again and maybe even win the match. So I yank hard on your leg, hoping I can take you down.

23:26 Sybille: You grab my leg before I can strike, and then you pull me into the ring. I'm still hanging from the rope by my arms, holding on tight and trying to kick you in the face with my other foot before you pull me out....

23:29 Miriam_Monroe: You're waving your foot around in front of me, but I'm not giving in—I'm still tugging on your foot. Come on, I've got you now, you old bitch! You're about to hit the ground, sweetie!

23:31 Sybille: You're pulling on me, and I can't hold on any longer. I'm hanging there, stretched out, my fingers slipping off the rope, and as you pull my feet, my upper body and back slam hard into the ring floor.

23:34 Miriam_Monroe: It's done. With great effort, I pulled you off the ropes, and your toned body crashes to the ground. You land hard on your back, while I can hardly believe my luck. Now I have to follow up quickly. I kiss my elbow, and then I let myself fall on top of you.

23:35 Miriam_Monroe:

23:36 Sybille: “Nooooo,” I scream. I've just hit the ground hard, and before I can even react, you crash into me. I open my eyes wide in shock, then the force of your body slams into mine. All my muscles are of little use against the impact. I let out a muffled groan, and my body feels like it's been shattered.

23:38 Miriam_Monroe: I grab your leg and hook it. Maybe I'll just try a pin. The referee rushes over and starts counting. One...

23:40 Miriam_Monroe:

23:40 Sybille: You pin me to the floor. I try to lift my shoulder, but right after the impact, I can't overcome your weight. I push, but to no avail, “two,” then I lift my leg and place it on the rope.

23:42 Miriam_Monroe: I already feel like the winner when the referee suddenly stops counting. He points to your leg, which is resting on the ropes. Fuck! Furious, I shove the referee aside and try to pull you up by your hair. You’re going to pay for this! This time, I’m going to finish you off and avenge Beth.

23:47 Sybille: You grab me by the hair and slowly pull me to my feet. I feel the hard tug on my hair and take a deep breath; I have to pull myself together so I don’t let you keep putting me under this kind of pressure. I won’t be able to take a few more blows from your body. As soon as I’m standing, I ram my forearm under your chin.

23:50 Miriam_Monroe: I'm already cheering inside because it's so easy to pull you up. In my mind, I'm preparing for my next attack and want to ram my elbow into your back....but....ugh...your forearm slams into my big belly and I have to go into a crouch.

23:50 Miriam_Monroe:

16:44 Sybille: I'll hit you right in the stomach, and when you crouch down, I'll swing my knee up hard and ram it into your face.

19:22 Miriam_Monroe: I can feel the pain in my stomach. Uffffff....then I have to duck, only to get hit with a knee strike right away. The attack sends me stumbling back a few steps, and I crash into the corner of the ring, exhausted. There, I have to hold on to the ropes just to stay on my feet.

19:27 Sybille: I see you crashing into the corner. The corner is shaking; I feel like you're about to tear the whole ring apart. You grab the ropes to hold on. I run toward you, jump off, and slam my legs into your face with a code breaker. I grab your head and let myself fall backward ....

19:27 Sybille: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2z4xfxpvZZM?feature=share

19:32 Miriam_Monroe: As I crash into the corner, I have no idea that things are about to get even worse for me in just a few seconds. You rush toward me at full speed, grab me, and slam my pretty face into your knees in the Code Breaker. I don’t put up any more resistance—I’m already way too beat up for that. The move lands perfectly, and I crash to the floor again, landing on my stomach.

19:33 Miriam_Monroe:

19:35 Sybille: I slide my legs under your shoulders, my butt onto your head and neck, and then I start bouncing, slamming you into the floor over and over in the Devil's Kiss. I count to 10 as I do this, and the audience claps along.

19:36 Sybille:

19:41 Miriam_Monroe: My head is wedged between your legs. How I’d love to just shake you off with one powerful move right now. But you’ve got me completely under your control, and right now I’m just a plaything for you. Totally exhausted, I have to follow your movements. Once… twice… three times… ten times!!!! My head is flushing red, and after your move, I’m crawling aimlessly around the ring. Where am I, anyway? What happened?

19:42 Miriam_Monroe:

19:43 Sybille: I grab you by the hair and your shoulder and yank you around so you fall onto your back. I sit on your face, rub my ass in your face, smother and pin you down while I grab your leg and pull it toward me to hopefully keep you down. “One,” the ref counts.

19:45 Miriam_Monroe: I can feel your toned butt against my face and how it's rubbing against my nose. I can also hear the referee counting. The counting doesn't sound like a threat anymore—it almost feels like a relief.

19:47 Sybille: Right now, I can barely feel any resistance from you, let alone any effort to break free. But for my taste, the referee is counting way too slowly. I glare at him angrily. “Two.”

19:48 Miriam_Monroe: Two! God, let this finally be over! Sybille is a monster—yes, a monster! Someone has to stop her! But I don't think I can do it this time. Ugh... man, I'm so done!

19:50 Sybille: “Three.” The referee slaps the mat for the third time, and I let go of your leg and nod. Then I stand up and place my foot on your stomach. I raise my arms in a victory pose as the bell rings, and the referee briefly holds my arm and then looks at you—but since you’re conscious, everything seems fine to him. I walk across your body and wipe my feet on your stomach one last time before casually climbing out of the ring.

19:54 Miriam_Monroe:

19:57 Miriam_Monroe: I look up at you with glassy eyes and resign myself to my fate. When you leave the ring, it takes me a moment to even get back on my feet. With great effort, I pull myself up and stagger over to the ropes. There, I catch my breath for a moment before putting on a microphone. “SYBILLE! I groan... this time you’ve won! But I can’t let you dominate the entire league. You have to be stopped! You’ll regret messing with me!” Then, defeated, I leave the ring and disappear backstage.

19:58 Miriam_Monroe: