United Combat Federation

lucysamson1982: This match has been building for a while, but we've just not been able to get in the ring, building the anticipation as I get ready, stripping down my 5'6 120lb 32c frame into my red and black flame wrestling trunks and top, my blonde hair loose to shoulder, feet bare as I check myself in the mirror until I'm called, taking a deep breath as I finally step out and make my way down to the ring, this will be my debut in this fed, and that puts a lot riding on it as I slide into the ring, stretching a little as I wait for my opponent....

lucysamson1982:

Sybille: I’ll wait until I hear your name called and watch you walk to the ring. You look hot—sexy body, sexy outfit, and you’re in great shape. But you’re much shorter than me and significantly lighter. I don’t want to underestimate you, but somehow I feel confident enough to beat you in the ring. Above all, my winning streak of four straight victories in the FED, which has catapulted me into the top three, gives me confidence. As always, I'm wearing black and walk in slowly. I high-five a few fans and make my way to the ring. Instead of using the steps, I grab the rope and elegantly jump up from the outside. I then swing one leg over the middle rope and look at you with a smile as I sit briefly on the middle rope before climbing all the way in and heading to my corner. You look really hot, I think to myself, and I have to be careful that your appearance doesn’t distract me.

Sybille:

lucysamson1982: Watching you make your way down to the ring, my eyes running over your toned figure, it's clear you're a lot bigger than me and on an impressive run, I know this is a tough debut as I take a breath to focus, bouncing lightly on my toes to keep loose, knowing I will need to be quick and light in this, stepping out of my corner, my eyes on yours as I crouch, my hands up ready "lets see what you got" i smile...

Sybille: I step out of my corner, too. I watch you move on your tiptoes and unconsciously lick my lip at the sight of your sexy feet. You’re light on your feet and supple, and I suspect those are exactly the strengths you want to play up—but others have tried that before. I walk slowly toward you. My success doesn’t necessarily lie in speed, though I wouldn’t count myself among the slow ones, despite my height. I see you crouch down a little, and then suddenly, in a flash, I reach forward. I interlock my fingers with yours and try to push you down right away with all my strength in a test of strength.

lucysamson1982: Seeing you come closer, the size difference becoming increasingly clear as you move in and finally lunge for me, gripping your fingers with mine, I know I cant stack to you in a straight test if strength, so instead I only resist a moment before suddenly dropping back, kicking my bare feet up for your belly to try to use your own force to roll you over me for a takedown....

Sybille: When the counterpressure suddenly disappears and I look into your face and see the determination there, I know I’ve fallen into your trap, but it’s too late. I put a lot of power into it because I wanted to show you right from the start that you’re no match for me, so I’m almost entirely the one providing the necessary momentum, and when you press your feet into me, I fly over you and somersault. I open my fingers around yours to free myself and then roll myself off skillfully and get back on my feet smoothly in the same motion.

lucysamson1982: Sending you sailing over me, as we break apart I roll, seeing you rising back to your feet already, not showing my frustration as I smile back over at you "how did that work for you?" I smirk as I crouch and circle again, keeping back across the ring to gold my distance, wanting to make you keep coming to me.....

Sybille: "That was a good warm-up exercise," I say back with a smile, trying to hide my annoyance at having fallen for your trick. It was stupid of me to assume you’d offer a test of strength right away... but maybe that was necessary so I wouldn’t underestimate you any further. I give you a sidelong glance and slowly start walking toward you again. This time, I don’t want to fall into any trap, but to make full use of my height. When I see you backing away, I don’t rush into anything. With my long strides, I cut across the ring and methodically try to force you back into the corner against the ropes before you can escape.

lucysamson1982: As you approach,I can see you're more cautious now, shifting slowly as I edge around you, trying to find a space as you herd me back toward the corner, trying to avoid being trapped I step in, reaching high for your shoulders to move to push you back, but at the last moment duck, trying to move quick enough to catch you off guard and dodge behind you to gain an opening if I can....

Sybille: I move toward you and skillfully try to cut off all your escape routes. You move left and right, trying to outmaneuver me, but even though I’m moving slowly, I react immediately to your attempts to dodge me. Then you get close and try to push me away by my shoulders, but I hold my ground, taking advantage of the fact that I have significantly more mass than you. Instinctively, I quickly pull my arm down as you try to slip past me. Instead of letting you get behind me, I wrap my strong arms tightly around your torso and hold you fast in a firm bear hug. I lift your feet off the mat and squeeze hard; you can feel my biceps against your body as they tense up whilst I squeeze the air out of you.

lucysamson1982: Ducking under, I feel like im almost past when your arms close around me "aahhh!" Gasping as im dragged back, feeling the power in your grip as you squeeze me to you firmly, lifting my feet off the mat as you squash me up against your hard body, groaning as I'm crushed into you, face going red I try to work my arms between us as you grip my body, pushing a forearm to your throat to try to force us apart...

Sybille: I can feel that I have a firm grip on you and that I’m literally squeezing the air out of your body. I tighten my grip, knowing it will take a lot of strength out of you. But then your elbow comes—and even though I’d almost expected it, it comes too fast and too precisely. Your arm slams into my throat, harder than I’d expected, and I gasp, my throat gurgling; the sudden struggle for air makes my arms go limp and sends me stumbling back two steps. I grab my throat with one hand, but keep an eye on you, and as I step back, I can already feel the air rushing back into my lungs. I glare at you angrily.

lucysamson1982: Your arms crushing around me, driving the air from my smaller body as I go for your throat, the quick strike working as I feel the pressure go as I'm dropped back to the mat as you stagger, as your hands go up to your throat I continue to drop to one knee, my hands shooting out to try to grab your ankles, looking to yank and trip you to drop you on your butt, needing to keep you defensive and get a chance to catch my breath from that squeeze...

Sybille: I’ve been having trouble breathing, but it’s slowly getting better. My balance, though, is still an issue—so even though you’re grabbing my ankles, I’m standing steady when you pull on them. “Nice try,” I say, still a bit out of breath. I grab the rope next to me so you can’t knock me down after all—in case I suddenly lift my foot to yank it out of your hand and kick you hard in the side, hopefully sending you rolling away from me across the ring....

lucysamson1982: Yanking at your foot, I feel you wobble a little but then stand, looking up, my eyes widen as I see you grab the rope to support yourself as you look down on me, "damn!" Cursing i try to shift, but don't have time as you send a hard kick into my side "uuurgghhh!" Knocked over as you send me rolling in to the middle of the ring, trying to get steady to rise....

Sybille: I take another deep breath as I watch you roll away from me, see you stay lying in the middle of the ring, and then get back up. I wait for the right moment, and then I quickly jump toward you. I thrust my shoulders forward and fly into you, knocking you right back off your feet with a powerful spear.

lucysamson1982: Rolling toward the centre, I try to get back to my feet, turning as I hear the sound of you rushing, but I dont have time to do anything but raise my arms before you body slams into me "uuurgghhh!" Your powerful body slamming into me, taking me off my feet as I'm slammed hard to the mat with a gasp....

Sybille: The spear works great—I slam you to the ground and then stay on top of you after the impact. Right away, I try to take advantage of the fact that you’re on the ground beneath me. I try to grab one of your arms by the wrist with one hand to hold it down, and I push my elbow upward to press it against your throat and cut off your air supply.

lucysamson1982: I grunt as we hit down, knowing I'm in a bad position here with your bigger frame pressing down on me, my eyes widening as you slide your elbow up to press over my throat "uuggg" choking as you cut off my air, one arm trapped by one of yours, I jab my fingers of my free hand into your side, trying to catch you of guard and get you out of position as I plant my feet and buck my hips up to try to roll you off me...

Sybille: I’m trying to take complete control right now; I’ve started choking you when you punch me in the side with your fist. The blow hurts, and I grunt. It’s not totally devastating—since you don’t have much room to swing in this position—but it still throws me off balance enough that you can use the strength of your thighs to push yourself up and roll me off you. I let out an annoyed snort and roll over once more, then grab to rope to pull me back on my feet quickly.

lucysamson1982: Gasping as you fall back off me, allowing me to catch a breath, my hands going to my throat as I roll the opposite way, trying to get some space to get back to my feet to face off with you again, watching you as I rise slowly, trying to maximise my time to catch my breath as I know that was a close call....

Sybille: I can see that after my attacks, you’re having more trouble than I am and are getting back up more slowly. You move to the other side of the ring to get back on your feet, and I want to follow right up on you. As soon as you’re on your feet, I leap toward you again, and this time you’re standing right in front of the corner—I want to launch myself at you with a wild leap, slamming my body into yours and sending you crashing into the turnbuckles behind you.

lucysamson1982: Holding the ropes as I get to my feet, I see you charging across the ring at me, bracing as I expected you to try to capitalise on the follow up, yanking at the top rope as I try to pull out of the way as late as I can to try to catch you by surprise and dodge the slam, trying to get out of your path to leave you crashing into the corner....

Sybille: I leap toward you and then I fly right into you....at least that was my goal, but to my surprise, you’re faster than I expected. You suddenly move very quickly and disappear from the corner; I brush past your body, but I can no longer control my trajectory. “Fuuuuuuuckkkk,” I scream, and then I slam into the corner with full force. The ring shakes, and there’s a loud crash as my body slams hard into the turnbuckle.

lucysamson1982: Your body brushing against me i feel a gasp of relief as you miss and slam hard into the turnbuckle, turning to see your powerful body slumped against the corner post I try to take quick advantage, grabbing your head to pull you back sharply before driving you back into the turnbuckle head first, trying to get you dazed...

Sybille: The impact is devastating. I can’t brake and crash hard into the turnbuckle. The wind is knocked out of me and I’m left hanging in the corner, gasping for breath. My arms are hanging out, and I’m glad they are – otherwise my legs might not be able to hold me up. Then you grab me by the hair before I’ve even had a chance to brace myself, and you slam my head into the padding. The impact makes me gasp for breath and I hang there, reeling, in the corner. But despite feeling a bit under the weather, I’ll then pull my right arm back sharply and forcefully in one swift movement – either to hit you hard or, hopefully, to force you to step back and give me a moment to catch my breath.

lucysamson1982: My slam works as I hammer you into tho the turnbuckle, keeping a grip as I look to pull you back up, but as i do you arm slams back, the position not doing huge damage, but enough to knock me off you as I stagger back into the ring with a gasp, my hands dropping automatically to cover my stomach....

Sybille: I turn round and glare at you angrily. Above all, I’m angry with myself for nearly knocking myself out with my own force. ‘She’s quick,’ I think to myself, and I know I have to be careful. But the sight of you clutching your stomach immediately gives me a bit of courage again. I take another deep breath in the corner. You’re standing there with your hands dropped to cover your body, keeping your eyes locked on me. Seeing your upper defence completely open, I take one massive step forward and launch my long leg straight up to kick my naked foot into your face.

lucysamson1982: Staggering back, I know I cant let this opportunity slide while you're down in the corner, taking a breath as I lunge for you again, running straight into your bare foot as your sole slams squarely into my face "mmmpphhh!" my head knocked back as my feet are still moving, rocking me back as I crash down on to the mat with a gasp....

Sybille: You’re actually coming toward me, which makes the impact of my foot even harder. You’re practically running right into my foot, and it might even look a little funny to the spectators as your legs keep moving forward while your upper body tips backward and you go down to the ground. I sense that I now have the chance to turn the fight back in my favor and make people forget that I just weakened myself with that impact in the corner. No sooner are you on the ground than I jump back up, this time to slam my elbow into your stomach.

lucysamson1982: Crashing down from the hard boot to the face, I see you leap but don't have the balance to move in time as you elbow slams down hard into my belly "uuurrgghhh!" Grunting as the air rushes out of me as my body bucks with the impact, my legs kicking up and flopping back as I cover my belly, trying to push off you to roll away....

Sybille: You’re trying to push me away after my devastating blow to your stomach. And it’s much easier than you expected, because I never intended to stay on top of you. Instead, I want to take advantage of the momentum now and turn the fight in my favor, now that I’ve hit you twice really hard. While you’re still reeling from those two hard blows, I quickly get to my feet, grab your feet, and pull you into the right position. Then I quickly head to the corner I just jumped into—in a truly suicidal move—and climb up the ropes as fast as I can.

lucysamson1982: Feeling your hand on my ankle as I try to roll, gripping me as you start to pull on me as im dragged over, still groaning from the hard double-shot as you drop me and start to climb, shaking my head as i try to clear it to get my focus back and work out where I am...

Sybille: I climb up the ropes and stand up straight on top of them. I glance briefly over my shoulder and see that you’re still lying perfectly still; a smile flits across my face as I raise my arms high and then jump off, doing a moonsault to flip over and fly into your body.

lucysamson1982: Groaning as I shake my head, still dazed from the hard boot to the head, as I blink, glancing side to side before I see you up on the ropes, eyes widening as I see you leap and athletically flip backward, no time or focus to move as it seems to happen in slow motion, watching your toned body flip as you sail back over me, eyes widening as you crash down on to me heavily "uuurrghhhh!" Gasping as the air drives out of me as I bounce with you on impact, groaning as I lay splayed on the mat....

Sybille: I’ve pinned you down hard again, and it feels really great—the way the air escapes from your lungs with a hissing sound and you lie flat and limp beneath me. I can feel your warm skin against mine and your battered body beneath me. Since there’s no referee, there’s no point in pinning you now, so I push myself right back up to stand. Then I reach for your ankles to grab them, lift them up, and then I slip a leg between them to apply a figure-4 maneuver.

lucysamson1982: Groaning from the impact, winded as you shift position, feeling your firm body sliding over mknd as you push back and start to tie up my legs, gasping as I realise whats happening i try to struggle, your strong legs locking around mine i reach to grab for your foot, pulling as I desperately try to tickle your foot, trying to catch you by surprise and distract you enough to block you....

Sybille: You’re barely putting up any resistance, and I’m about to lock you in a really painful hold—which will probably end the match. But then you grab my foot—not to twist it or push it away, but to tickle me. I’m not usually that ticklish, but in that moment, I’m prepared for anything except this...... My foot jerks violently, and I pull it back instead of applying the hold.

lucysamson1982: I smile as my unorthodox distraction works as you jerk in surprise, jerking my legs back as I gasp in relief as I try to pull away and roll clear, taking a deep breath as I try to get to the ropes to pull myself up, needing a break as I know that was close to being the end there...

Sybille: You use the distraction to break free and push me away. But the tickling only throws me off for a split second. I’m in no hurry as I follow you. You grab the rope and pull yourself up, and just as you reach for the second rope, I shove my foot into your back, hoping to force your head through the gap between the two ropes. If I manage to do that, I'll grab the lower rope with both hands, pull it up, and press my knee into your neck to force your throat against the rope.

lucysamson1982: Gasping as I break clear, but it doesnt give me enough time to get the space I need as I rise straight into your knee, shoving me back down on to the ropes as you choke me, gagging as you tuck the rope up hard, my feet sliding, trying to kick back toward your other foot to knock you off balance or at least force you back as I struggle to breathe...

Sybille: I press you against the rope and hold you down, pinning you with my knee. I hear you struggling to breathe, then you kick out, but you can’t see much, and your foot doesn’t hit me hard enough to throw me off balance—especially since I’m holding onto the rope. So your move fizzles out, almost without effect. “You should give up, kid. You gave it your all, but it wasn’t enough,” I whisper.

lucysamson1982: I struggle as your knee keeps pressed down firmly over my neck, my struggles fading as I feel myself being choked out, face red as I desperately reach for your hands on the ropes, giving a last effort as I try to yank your arms and the ropes down as my body starts to shake....

Sybille: I can feel your breathing getting weaker, then I see you pushing your arms against the rope with your last bit of strength, trying to get some air. I see your biceps bulge, but I’m pressing back against them, and by now you don’t have the strength left to really turn the tide.

lucysamson1982: I strain and pull at the rope, arms shaking as the last of my effort works through, trying to hold on but the pressure from your knee to much, your body heavier as you push down, my hands finally dropping away as they fall to the mat, my body going limp as you choke me out....

Sybille: I'll wait until I'm sure you're not just pretending, and then I'll take my knee off you. I'll pull you up by your hair from the ropes and drag you to the center of the ring. I’ll pat your cheek while you’re lying on your back and wait until you come to. Then I’ll stand over you, place my foot on your chest, and strike a victorious pose with my biceps flexed.

lucysamson1982: Dragged like a limp ragdoll to the centre of the mat, dumped on the ring floor as I feel you patting my cheek, groaning as I start to come round, shaking my head as I feel a weight on my chest flushed as I see your bare foot planted firmly, holding me down as you flex and pose above me, flushed as I stare up at your powerful figure towering victorious over me.....

Sybille:

Sybille: I strike a pose for a moment, then slowly slide my foot across your neck, run my toes over your lips, and trace their outline briefly. “Kiss my foot,” I say triumphantly.

lucysamson1982: I groan as you slide your foot up over my neck, then to my lips, flushed as I look up at you, too defeated to resist as I submit, planting my lips, on your toes as I kiss your foot....

Sybille: END