Superstar Squash Women

Natália_Silva: I'm on am all-time high in my career. I just earned the UFC flyweight belt with a pretty dominant fight and right now I'm recovered from it. My next UFC fight will be in a long while. So i have been looking around to find something else, underground perhaps. And i heard talks about some German amazon. With a lot of effort we have managed to appoint a private fight, nhb style. What im not used to is how i know barely anything about my opponent and i will find out when we step into the ring. So here i am, in the shady underground ring area. The first one to arrive it seems. In my full black UFC bodysuit, carrying my belt over my shoulder and getting into the ring. Feeling prepared for anything to come.

Natália_Silva:

Sybille: I’ve only recently started making a name for myself. But people are talking more and more about me as the “German Amazon,” and the respect I’ve earned in my last few fights has brought my name to your attention. When you called, I agreed right away. I’m eager to fight and happy for every fight I can get, and you seem like a real challenge. Since you’ve never fought in the clubs I know of, you’re a mystery to me. At the same time, though, your title shows that you’re definitely a serious opponent. After all, you have one, while I’ve never been able to win one. I can see you stepping into the ring and waving your belt. I won’t be taking it from you today—it’s not on the line for you; this is a private match—and yet I’m determined to win against you today. I walk toward the ring with determination. I step into it.

Sybille:

Natália_Silva: I didn't have to wait long before my opponent appeared too. Walking towards the ring and getting into it. I do realise i forgot to think about something. In my mind i automatically assumed we would be the same weightclass. But of course there's no weightclasses in fights like this. I should really hag though about that. Anyway, i see the German Amazon getting into the ring, a black outfit too she is massive and muscular it seems. I move to the middle to go face to face with you. I have to look up. "I see why they call you an amazon." I say as i stare into your eyes with fighters confidence.

Sybille: Your gaze says it all: determination, dominance, and the absolute will to crush me. You’re not being unfriendly—after all, there’s no animosity between us in this friendly match. But I’m just as determined. It will greatly boost my reputation if I can defeat a champion like you; then no one will be able to stop me. You're smaller and lighter than I am, but you definitely look like a fighting machine. I know I have advantages because of my size and weight, but if I rely solely on those, I'll go down without mercy. I look you straight in the eyes, then nod at you. “Ready when you are,” I say, take a small step back, and settle my guard.

Natália_Silva: Were both as confident as the other, i can see it. "I will be ready dont you worry. The bigger they are, the harder they fall." I say in response to you. I move back to my corner to put my belt aside outside the ring. Then i turn back to you, moving forward left foot in front, body a bit more sideways than usual in a taekwondo style stance. My left hand extending, since you seem like a good sport, so i want to tap our hands like a glove touch to start things of. Bouncung light on my feet and circling to my left.

Sybille: I can see that you’re technically skilled. Whether my wrestling skills will give me an edge over your MMA training today—it’ll be a challenge for both of us—but I’m determined not to take any big risks today, as is common in wrestling. I don’t want to make a risky move that can be quickly countered. I’ll tap out with you, and then we’ll get moving. You move like a predator, and I’ll try to move with you so I don’t leave myself open to attack. Then I decide to take advantage of my longer reach; I close the distance and throw two quick punches at your guard—but mainly to keep your arms busy up high—while I kick my foot into your thigh.

Natália_Silva: I have to be aware about the size difference and what advantages it can give you. Right away you make use of your longer reach. I'm able to block your punches as I'm moving back with the attack. But i can't see the leg kick coming like this. Right away i can feel the raw power output coming from my bigger opponent. Your kick slamming into my thigh with a loud thud. I know i will feel that the next day, certainly if you will land more in the same spot. I don't want you to back me up though. Luckily my kicks are my best area in the fighting game, and maybe i can negate the reach disadvantage a little. I try to counter with a right round kick aiming at your body.

Sybille: You take the hit well; I didn't expect it to slow you down right away either, because hits like that don't take full effect on the first impact, but it's a start. You react very quickly, move a little closer, and the instep of your foot slams into my side muscles, producing just as much of a thud as when your foot hits my abs. It hurts, but this is only the first hit. My arm shoots down immediately, and I clamp down on your leg before you can pull it back. I slam my fist into your outstretched thigh and try to sweep your other leg away with a kick.

Natália_Silva: I throw the kick with a confident smirk, but when you grab my leg before i can pull it back my eyes do go a little wider. People are usually not able to react in time to my kicks. It tells me you're not only size but certainly a lot of skill too. I don't have much time to think about it though, since your first slams into my flexed and stretched thigh, which hurts like a motherfucker and you make the champ grunt. Whats even more clever is how you target my standing leg with a sweeping kick. I can feel myself losing balance and my body going backwards as you still have my leg in your grip. I can only end up with my back slammed on the floor and i see one way to react. In the UFC this move is illegal, but with my other leg i try to go for an upkick, you're too tall to reach for the head, so i try to land my left heel into your body.

Sybille: I watch with satisfaction as you go down, and this time I hesitate a moment too long. I know instinctively that I have to get out of here, but I keep watching you for too long—until you strike, and then your heel slams into my lower abdomen. Luckily it hit there and not lower; otherwise, the fight might have ended very quickly for me. Still, I groan, let go of your leg, curl up a little, and have to take a step back in that moment to catch my breath.

Natália_Silva: You hesitated a little which resulted in a satisfying kick right into your abs. This buys me time, you are slightly bend forward and catching your breath. So i move back a little over the floor before trying to get back to my feet. When i put weight on my right leg i can feel how your strike has weakened my thigh. I get my hands back up and in the same stance as before but putting more weight on my left leg in front. "Can't keep me down that easily." I say as i approach you a bit more carefully. You caught my kick last time, so not i fake a left jab only to try to hit your front leg with a leg kick. Aiming at your thigh too, but a bit more to the hamstring side.

Sybille: I wince when you hit me on the hamstring, but I push through the pain anyway and immediately go on the offensive. I now try to use my power to break through your defense, attempting to create an opening with my left so that I can drive my right straight into the center of your abs, while pushing forward to drive my knee into your already battered thigh almost simultaneously.

Natália_Silva: My kick lands but you're pushing forward almost right away. Getting within reach quickly. Your left distracts my guard allowing your right to go straight through into my abs. My abs are conditioned to a high level of course, but your strength and the short distance the punch has to travel means that a lot of power gets transferred to my body. Curling me up for a moment right before your knee strikes my already hurt thigh. I can feel my leg buckle under me through a sharp pain and myself sinking to one knee. I'm trying to go back and get to both feet, but it's going fast now and this position leads to extra opportunities for you.

Sybille: My knee hits your thigh again, and this time you show signs of being affected. You grimace, and the sound coming from your mouth tells me that the pain from my leg strikes is now overwhelming you. I see you buckle and slump downward, and I want to take advantage of that immediately before you can recover; I swing my fist from diagonally above toward your temple and try to slam my knee high into your jaw.

Natália_Silva: I got to one knee and you didn't waste your time. Your fist ramming hard into my temple, dazing me already. But the knee in quick succession slamming my head upwards making it much worse. I'm seeing double right away as my body falls forward. Insrintively i grab on to your legs high up. And opportunistically, i try to get some grip with my feet, perhaps i can go for a takedown by driving my weight into your body even though it's unlikely given the state I'm in.

Sybille: You’re badly shaken by my hits and are pressing in on me, trying to use your weight to make me stagger or even knock me down, but I hold my ground. You lean against me briefly, and then I get the idea to change the nature of the fight. So far, I haven't really played to my strength—pro wrestling—but this position is too tempting for me to ignore. Your head is resting against my legs, and I step over you with my right leg. As I turn, you suddenly find yourself kneeling behind me, with your head poking out from behind me between my legs. And then I let myself fall forward and start jumping up again and again with my legs, slamming you into the ground over and over. I slam you into the ground while counting out loud: 1—2—3—4—5—6—7—8—9—10..... Then I stop and give your head a shove with my ass and legs, that you roll onto your back, while i stand up.

Sybille:

Natália_Silva: I don't get anywhere with my attempt to push my weight into you. You have no trouble to stop me and instead you go on the attack. I can feel your legs get around my head, and I'm expecting a standing headcissor, which would have been bad enough, they are rarely ever seen in mma. But you have a different plan. Suddenly i can feel my head getting yanked and slammed into the canvas. Nothing i can do about it as you repeat it over and over. My hands helplessly on your legs as i get dazed worse with every slam, until you flop my body over to my back. I'm moaning in pain while staring at the ceiling, i barely know where i am, neither does my vision aid me much to figure it out.

Sybille: You're lying on your back, dazed, and I'm standing next to you, grabbing your arm. I pull it up a little and then slide myself underneath it, sliding my legs past your arm on the left and right, draping them over your body, and then locking you in a painful armbar.

Natália_Silva: I suddenly snap out of my daze when a massive sharp pain surge shoots through my arm. "Aaarghhhh" you make the UFC champ yell in pain. Instantly i start tapping on the canvas, knowing my arm WILL break if i don't. Unless you're looking to make a statement and still break it.

Sybille: I hear you tapping and feel relieved, and I’m just about to let go of your arm—after all, we’re not enemies; it was a friendly match, and I defeated you pretty decisively. I look into your face and see your pain, and suddenly the demons in my brain take control—those demons who love to inflict pain, those sadistic little devils inside me. You just felt that I was about to let go of your wrist... so suddenly I grip you tighter again, my face contorts into a nasty grimace, and then—with a wild scream and a jerk—I yank your arm toward me and hear sounds that might put a serious damper on your career with that belt.

Natália_Silva: I could feel the pressure relief for a moment and i let out a little sigh. Until suddenly the power comes back. "Wait...n...ayyuuuaarrfggghhh" you have me screaming on the top of my lungs as i van feel ligaments teaering first. An armbar can snap baseball bets, and with your power my arm will too. I can feel how it happens really fast, my arm going to wrong way as it makes terrifying sounds.

Sybille: I hear your scream, hear the sound you make, and somehow I’m a little stunned myself that I did that. I stare at your twisted arm and know that I’ve just destroyed the last glimmer of a friendship that might have been forming when I see what I’ve done. On the other hand, I’ve sent you a message that it’s better not to seek revenge. I loosen my grip and push myself away from you. Then I slowly get to my feet.

Natália_Silva: The UFC flyweight champion is holding her arm while on the floor. The German amazon gets to her feet, towering over her opponent holding back tears and shivering in pain. Sending a clear message not to mess with you.

Sybille: I can't resist pressing my foot down on your stomach one more time and striking a victory pose. I look down at you coolly, knowing you won't dare to do anything. Still, I say with a smile, “If you want to lose another arm, I'm always up for a rematch.” Then I turn away from you and leave the room.