[Erin Lee]

I woke up as per usual at 6.30am and staggered over to the mirror. Why is it called beauty sleep when i wake up looking like i've been hit by a train?

Padding to the bathroom i took a shower, brushed the gnashers then back to my bedroom to get dressed. Sorry to disappoint you guys. Untangled my hair, tied it up in a tight ponytail. Then walked over to the curtains and peeled them back. UGH, as usual here in north Manchester the sky is grey and it's raining. Can't remember a dry day in ages, still the ducks like it.

With very little enthusiasm i wander downstairs, boil an egg, cut some toast into soldiers and brew my tea. Feeling just a little bored i log into FCF just to see what has been going on overnight in the good old US of A. Not too much it seems.

The usual insults from Sherry. Have you met Sherry? you need to be a Olympic class runner to catch her and she's not too bright either. I've never called her stupid but when i asked her to spell "orange" and you asked if it was the color or the fruit it kinda caught me off guard. There's also another woman joining in on the insults, must be Erin season is back in vogue and this person goes by the name of Sinthia.

Now i've been hoping for a match with Sinthia for sometime and these insults give me reason to make contact and challenge her to come wrestle me at my apartment. She quickly agrees, a bit too quickly if you ask me, she's clearly uber confident. Maybe she should be, she's taller, heavier, generally bigger than me. By bigger i don't mean she is fat, far from it, she's toned, strong legs, arms...what the hell am i doing challenging her?

Still, challenge made and accepted and despite her physical advantages i'm quite looking for ward to it. I should state here that i am 5'7" a slenderish 125lbs, my breast size is my business and i'm 28 years old.

Jump forward if you will and the day we are going to meet up is upon us. I shoot off down to the gym early, just to tighten up a few of the muscles, then back to my crib to shower. While i'm showering i think about the upcoming match, not making plans as we have never wrestled before, so it'll be taking things as they come. I reckon i'll need to start fast though, try and wear her down. I enjoy a challenge and she is definately gonna be a challenge.

I slip into my trade mark black and white striped bra and thong. Tie my hair into a low bob and saunter into my den to check everything is removed and the blue mats are covering the floor. I'm not sure exactly we will wrestle, likely in more than one room but this is where the match will commence.

Then i hear the door bell, i'm not expecting anyone, not even Amazon so it must be Sinthia. I go to the door, my right hand curls around the door knob and i ease it open. And there stands Sinthia.

[Sinthia B]

You paint quite the picture, don’t you?

While you’re over there blaming “beauty sleep” for what the mirror shows you at 6:30am, I’m already halfway through my first litre of water and mobility work. Grey Manchester skies? That’s just atmosphere. Builds character. Ducks thriving, you surviving.

Egg and soldiers though — I’ll give you that. Respectable start to the day.

Now FCF… that’s where it gets interesting.

You act like I just appeared out of nowhere, joining in with Sherry and her usual nonsense. Truth is, I’d been watching for a while. Watching you talk. Watching you fire back just enough to keep things entertaining. You say I agreed too quickly to your challenge — but from my side? I was waiting for you to stop flirting with the idea and actually step up.

You’re right about one thing: I am confident.

Not delusional. Not reckless. Confident.

And you noticed the physical differences. Taller. Heavier. Bigger frame. Strong legs. Strong arms. You weren’t exaggerating — and you weren’t intimidated enough to back down either. That’s what caught my attention.

Because most people see the size difference and hesitate.

You didn’t.

You’re 5’7”, 125 lbs, quick on your feet and clearly competitive. You talk about starting fast, wearing me down — smart. You understand the dynamic. Speed versus strength. Movement versus control.

You say you enjoy a challenge.

So do I.

And when that door opened? I saw it in your eyes. Not fear. Not regret.

Focus.

You’d prepped the mats. Cleared the room. Tied your hair back tight. You weren’t just playing at this.

You invited me into your space thinking you’d dictate the pace.

That’s bold.

Standing there in the doorway, I wasn’t thinking about insults or forum banter anymore. I was thinking: good. She actually wants this competitive.

You reckon you’ll need to start fast?

You probably will.

Because once I get my hands on you and settle my weight, it won’t be about who talks better online.

It’ll be about who adapts.

You wanted Sinthia season back in vogue.

Well.

I’m here.

[WindyRules]

I’m always happy to see two talented friends face off. I hope no blood is shed. At least not in anger.

[Erin Lee]

As i open the door you come into view, you look even bigger irl than you do in your FCF pics.

I smile, greet you warmly, invite you to step over the threshold of my apartment.

"How are you Sinthia? well i hope" i enquire as i offer my hand. As we shake i feel the strength that runs through your body in your tight grip. I try not to wince, that wouldn't do. I have no wish to give you confidence, i'm just glad it's a wrestling match and not a catfight.

I show you to the bedroom so you can get changed and while you do that i head off into the den for one final check. Blue floor mats, check. Bottles of water fresh from the fridge, check. Nothing to hurt ourselves on such as tables or bookcases, check. So we are ready to go, now i just need Sinthia to enter the room.

I do a few stretches, arms, shoulders, back and not forgetting my favourite weapons, my legs. My thong rides high on my hips seeming to extend the length of my legs and it nicely compliments my tight butt cheeks.

I adjust my bra, it's snug fitting, a lil tented by my already stiff and swollen nipples. This is a match i've dreamt about for weeks if not months. Locking up with this woman is all i've wanted to do for ages. I don't think i've ever felt fear going into a match and i don't feel fear this time. I may get hurt and so might she but the competition is all encompassing...

It's as i'm lost in my thoughts that Sinthia strides through the open door and into the den.

"I hope this meets with your approval" i query as i lean against the far wall from the door, my eyes doing laps of your body. I lick my lips ever so slowly, ever so deliberatly, making sure you see what i'm doing and the gleam in my eyes....

[Sinthia B]

I pause just inside the doorway, letting the moment stretch.

My eyes sweep the room first — the mats, the cleared space, the bottles of water — taking in the preparation with a slow, deliberate nod. Then my gaze shifts to you.

Up.

Down.

Unhurried.

A faint smile touches my lips, not playful — measured.

“It’ll do,” I reply evenly, stepping forward onto the mats with quiet confidence. I roll my shoulders once, testing the space, then clasp my hands briefly behind my neck in a stretch, completely at ease in your den.

“You’ve put thought into this,” I add, tone calm but edged with anticipation. “I respect that.”

I don’t rush. Instead, I walk a slow half-circle, eyes never leaving yours, assessing your stance, your posture, the rhythm of your breathing.

“You feel ready?” I ask softly, stopping a few feet away — close enough to feel the tension between us, but not touching yet.

My chin lifts slightly.

“Because once we step in… it’s just skill, balance, and will.”

I lower into a wrestling stance — knees bent, hands raised, expression sharpened.

“No catfight,” I say, a hint of challenge threading through my voice. “Just a match.”

And I wait for you to make the first move.

[Sinthia B]

Here is the start of our match.

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[Erin Lee]

Now we are both on the mats, both intent on giving the best show we are capable of. You drop into a wrestling crouch and so do i.

I start to move crab wise around the mats, my eyes though, like yours, stay firmly locked on you as i watch for any *Tells* Don't see any yet but it's early days.

As i circle i move closer, not quickly, just bit by bit. My fingers flex and clench then flex again. I'd be a liar if i said i didn't feel a certain amount of nervousness but that is tempered by an equal amount of excitement.

My toes curl into the mats, i like the softness but i'm thinking *Focus Erin, focus*

Focus i do and i stop circling suddenly and move rapidly into you. My dip from the waist and look to wrap my arms around your waist. Knowing i need to make a quick start to try and get you on the back front i interlace my fingers against your spine and twist my hips as i aim to drag you off your feet and slam you down onto the mats.

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

Erin in her Manchester apartment ... Hmmmm, quite the downgrade from MY Bali bungalow. Too bad, so sad, Buttercup! <insert evil giggle here>

Seriously though, this looks like it's going to be an epic entertaining adventure and I'll be watching the action quite closely ... when I'm not sunning myself out on my deck, that is

Have fun, ladies!

[WindyRules]

This is like a fun reunion. All five of the firebrands here who have either posted or liked posts have fought at least one of the other four.

[Sinthia B]

I'm surprised by your quickness as I lose my balance as you twist me and take me down.

The mat thuds beneath me as we hit, and for half a second all I see is blue foam and your shadow over me.

I let out a sharp breath — more surprise than pain — and then I laugh under it.

“Nice shot,” I mutter, shifting immediately, refusing to stay flat.

You might’ve scored first, Erin, but I’m not giving you anything else for free.

I tuck my chin, plant a forearm against your hip, and start building my base instead of wasting energy fighting the wrong direction. My knee slides underneath me. I feel your weight trying to settle, trying to make the takedown count.

Not happening.

“Enjoy the takedown,” I say through steady breaths, bracing and turning slightly onto my side. “You’ll have to work harder to keep me here.”

I widen my stance, hands fighting for inside control, testing your balance the way you just tested mine. There’s no panic in me — just focus sharpening.

You got the first move.

Now I’m adjusting.

And I’m already planning the next one.

[Erin Lee]

Taking you down was a bit easier than i imagined it would be, me coming down on top of you an added bonus. However, i'm not dumb enough to think that was anything more than an opening skirmish.

You seem to wriggle and squirm under me but it soon transpires that you are building a base with which to reply to my take down.

You push at my hip and i feel your leg folding underneath you. I think i already said i'm not as green as i am cabbage looking and i quickly get up off you and back to my feet.

When it comes to a full on battle of strength i would likely be the runner up, which doesn't sound too bad until you realise there are only two of us in the equation.

Once back on my feet i back off out of your immediate reach, i smile at you.."Gonna stay down there all day sugar, or are ya gonna get up and wrestle?"

With that said i drop back into a wrestling crouch, rolling my shoulders, staying loose but keeping both beady eyes on you.

[Sinthia B]

I let out a slow breath as the pressure lifts off me, the corner of my mouth curling into a small grin despite the dirt smeared across my cheek. For a moment I stay where I am, one knee tucked under me, palm pressed into the ground where you’d just had me pinned.

“Mm,” I murmur, glancing up at you. “Thought you were gonna stay and enjoy the view a little longer." I'd wanted the match to go to the floor early. :Someone must have warned you about my ground game."

I push off the ground and rise smoothly to my feet, brushing the dust from my hands as I straighten. My eyes never leave you while you back away out of reach. I roll my shoulders once, loosening up, feeling the tension settle into something ready.

“Opening skirmish, huh?” I say, tilting my head slightly. “Careful… keep talking like that and I might think you’re taking me seriously.”

My stance settles naturally—one foot sliding back, knees bent, weight balanced. I shift lightly on my feet, testing the distance between us.

I crack my neck to one side with a quiet pop.

“Don’t worry, sugar,” I add with a faint smirk. “I wasn’t planning on staying down.”

Leaning forward just a touch, I let my hands hover ready, eyes locked on you.

“And if you think that was the easy part…”

My grin widens.

“…you might wanna reconsider getting back within reach.”

[Bella13]

Please Erin beat this Jersey trash or I will be disappointed

[Sinthia B]

Please Erin beat this Jersey trash or I will be disappointed

Bella, you’ll find out about Jersey trash once I’m finished with Erin here.

[Erin Lee]

"Of course i take you seriously, i take any and all opponents seriously"

You ease various parts of your body as you get to your feet, i note that the same as mine, your eyes never for a moment drift away from watching me. I lick my lips and smile at you..."We've barely started or you wouldn't be looking quite so confident" i taunt.

We stand, both crouched, both with arms ready to protect or attack, both with loose hands. There is electricity in the air, it crackles around us. You seemed surprised i let you back up, you shouldn't be surprised. You seemed to think i9 would be easy so taking you to the floor with my first offensive move was more a mental blow than physical one. I have a plan already worked out, can i carry it out, i do not know but you will not get this fight all your own way.

We are just beyond each others reach, if we were lionesses we would have likely pounced on each other by now, but we are both seeking that small opening, that slight misstep, anything that might give either of us the edge we seek.

I bring my hands up claw like and i move in towards you, not recklessly but with intent. My right hand flies up towards the back of your neck, my left cups your elbow. I spread my feet, left a lil to the side and behind my right, i lean in eager to test your fabled strength. Foolish to do this? maybe but let's see what happens.