Lia Labowe & Hell!

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Whiskey in the Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

August 25, 2005--Old Lost Blog

The Valley of the Sun

I landed in beautiful Phoenix on Friday morning. . with one tussle scheduled for lunch time and a photo shoot for that evening. . my sister, when I landed, was already on her way to get me. . .she got to there before my luggage! It was so great to see her. . . and instantly I remembered how we fit together, I could finish her sentences--we spoke the same language! And she looked beautiful, of course. . LOL! It was a kind of home coming. . .

Friday was great—I made a few new friends, had a great lunch time bout, swam in my sister’s pool, and got tied up!!!! The photo shoot was for www.bondagebyrick.com and Rick is the nicest guy—and he ties a great knot! Afterwards my Sis took me out to Scotsdale to a bar called “Sugar Daddy’s”. .it was cool, the atmosphere was great and it was hopping. . and that huge full moon hanging overhead. . every bar there was like half indoor half outdoor. . .I sat out front with my sister and a friend she had brought along and sipped on my gin and juice, until I was passing out. . the time zone change made it very late for me. . even though it was only 10:30 PM there. . .

Saturday was another great day—I got to see an old friend. . LOL. . for Judo and Karate and made a found a new scissor slave. . . and I got tied up again. . . !! This time I got to spank a pretty girl, too! And to think, I got paid to do it!! Life is pretty sweet! Afterwards my sister took me out to her favorite bar—Four Peaks Brewery, where we met up with a bunch of her friends and drank a beer called Kilt lifter. . . oh Boy!!! When I started throwing things into other people’s drinks at other tables, my sister wisely decided it was time to head home!

Sunday. . . my day off to spend with my sissy. . We went out to breakfast. . where I had an avocado and crab omelet. . yummy! We got massages; we went up South Mountain so I could see all of wonderful Phoenix!

—by the time we woke up in the morning it would already be 90 degrees outside—I went during the hot season, where everyone tries to stay indoors, but I was loving that dry heat.. so different from this muggy place. . . things I learned in Phoenix. . .I don’t like Ethiopian food, Gatorade helps to keep you from dehydrating better than water, you can get good massages at a massage therapy school, and I need to ask more questions on the phone when a guy says he wants to fight me competitively. . but I will get into that one later. . LOL

And then we went to Frank and Lupe’s for dinner-I had Tamales. . and we were pretty wiped out after that. . we went home and went to bed!

Monday!
I got a re-match of my lunch date on Friday—and we had another great time. . ! and then I had stupidly agreed to a competitive fight with a guy who was 190# and trained in hand to hand combat by the military—he had never fought a girl as small as me and had me in a hammer lock and a head lock when he sat and put his full weight on my rib cage. . until I heard pop pop pop near my sternum and felt great pain! The x-rays showed that nothing was broke and the doctor said I should be fine to fight that evening—just to make sure I iced my chest afterwards. . . just badly bruised. . . so I fought some more that night and passed out hard! My plane was leaving at 6:15 the next morning. .

That, in a nutshell, was my trip.. with Tuesday spent flying on two different planes with three different stops and three time zones. . . 6 hours of flying and lots of travel. . to get back home and pass out on my couch at 7:30 PM. . LOL

Live Female Wrestling Matches!!

WOMEN'S WRESTLING CONVENTION RETURNS TO SAN DIEGO IN OCTOBER!

The next Women’s Wrestling Convention will be held October 24-26, 2008 in San Diego, California at the Marriott Mission Valley.

This is your opportunity to meet and interact with combatants, fans, producers, and vendors from around the world!

The WWC venue offers LIVE submission, pin, pro-style, catfight, boxing, and mixed-style matches in a full-scale professional ring, as well as private session rooms available around the clock throughout the weekend. Ask anyone who attended our last convention in April, and you will know that you don’t want to miss this one.



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Current Favorite Song

Right Hand on my Heart
The Whigs

All the fallen leaves will find their branches again
Raindrops from the heavens I'll eventually swim
A river, an ocean, a wave in my heart
We got your money now we'll make a new start

All the fallen leaves will find their branches again
Raindrops in the heavens I'll eventually swim
River, an ocean, a wave in my heart
We got your money now we'll make a new start

In another week, promise?
In another year, promise?

Put your right hand on my heart

All the fallen leaves will find their branches again
The raindrops in the heavens I'll eventually swim
Don't bypass the train-tracks that lead to my heart

SS Quick update

Holla Starr Army. . .
LOL
I am home. . back in the SStarr Hideout with the SStarr car parked in the driveway! this superhero is pooped!!!

I had the best time of my life this last trip. . actually hated coming home (never had that happen before!. . but someone said they believe that San Diego must be what heaven looks like, so they never want to go there because they will never want to leave. . . and it rings true. . I have watched Top Gun twice already since I got home just to see all the places I miss so badly. . already! UGH!) Anyhow. . I am home . . and hurting. . LOL

The house is still in one piece and I had three very fine gentlemen offer to take care of all my yard work today. . so what is a girl to do? But rest and maybe roller skate at the 80's skate later tonight. . . LOL. .
Admittedly though, I am exhausted. . .I ran barefoot on Mission Beach Friday (boy are my calves hurting!!). . . 4 miles and I flew my kite and played in the waves and napped. . and then my big brother called me. . he lives about an hour from San Diego. . . so I headed up to his place and spent the night before I left with my family. . .
my big bro and I got our drink on. . . we had a helluva time together. . he was so funny. . trying to tell me what I could and couldn't do. . being my big brother I guess. . . he doesn't want me riding motorcycles and he thinks I should move to where he is. . . LOL. . . good times. . but it made it that much harder to leave. . . but I did it. . I made it home last night and my girlfriend Patty was nice enough to come pick me up at the airport. . one piece of my luggage has not made it here yet. . and I wasn't very good company last night as I was utterly exhausted. .. I am feeling a bit better now. . . anyhow. . the trip was perfect.. in every way. . and now I am home and craving the waves. . I want to learn to surf and scuba dive. .
and my TIGERS are kicking butt. . .

OK. . so I am home. . hear that Michigan boys? Who wants to rassle? If you dare. . . .

Hollywood Update

I just wanted to take a moment to capture what I am feeling and experiencing currently. . . amazement, joy. . so much more. . . this trip to Cali has been outrageous!!

I have gone to two baseball games/stadiums, I have gone sea kayaking, fought Kristie Etzold competitively, I have walked the beaches, shopped, wrestled some more, trained at Throwdown Gym-San Diego, I am currently at Robin's house in LA. . I spent a the night getting drunk on red wine with her neighbor until the wee hours of the morning. . and now I am waiting for her to return with lunch and coffee. . . . oh. . and there is this boy. . he has hazel eyes and a wonderful grin. Have you ever felt something perfectly all through your soul?

Sometimes you do become a rockstarr just by living out the blessings that are inside of you. . .listen to that little voice inside of you. . be true to it. .
kisses

Sybil Starr Newsletter

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Way of the Warrior

Back to Square One---a Sybil Starr Session review

Usually, after a session with Sybil, I stop at the nearest Fed Ex Kinko's and write a review. This time, I had other pressing committments and only sent her a personal, hearfelt thank you w/o posting a review.

Today she reminded me that I owe her a review, and here it is.

I have titled the session review "Back to Square One" for at least two reasons

First, she dominated me as completely, even though she won fewer submissions, as she did the first time she defeated me.

Second, because the experience was for me as completely fulfilling as our very first session, which I still dream about. It was not just the wrestling, which was awesome as always. It was also the care and concern she took for me personally that made it just as fulfilling as the magic of that "first time", so to speak. I'm no longer "booking a session" when I see Sybil. I have not for a long time. Rather, I am seeing my friend...who cares about me more than I deserve...and wrestling is the intense but tasty icing on the cake.

For instance, she made time in her super-busy schedule to actually train with our session in mind, not just her regular routine. I was SO touched when she told me that, because for a woman with her skill and champion heart, to respect MY meager skills (in comparison) enought to train to specifically best me just made my day...no, my month!

Thirdly, because during the session I "threw down the gauntlet" as she put it. At our first session, because she was the same size as an old girlfriend who beat me in a test of strength, I asked her to do one with me. I did the same this session...and it was the only time I did anywhere near compete with her. Even though fighting a test of strength physically hurt her, she did it for me anyway. I was so pleased and touched i almost cried, and i am man enough to admit it.

And, she spent time with me, just being my friend, and treating me like the most important person in the world...well, that last sentence had nothing to do with the review title, I just wanted to brag on her. She is also an awesome cook...the first woman who ever cooked lunch for me while wearing a bikini...I get chills just thinking about it....but I digress...

Okay, here's the detail of the fight.

We started out the session in our usual clinch, but she aggressively countered every move I attempted to put her off balance. Instead, she actually mounted me. She pushed me down, leveraging her luscious body to force me, slowly but surely, onto my back. I had expected her to evade my clinch attempt and get my back and I was totally fooled, then overpowered...with what seemed like only seconds she had me in a powerful headlock. I fought desperately to hold out against the pressure she expertly applied to a pressure point. I can often hold out long enough to force her to reapply a hold or try a new one, but the burning, screaming pain made me tap after only a short time in the hold. Sybil one, bearhugger nothing!

She toweled me off, we grabbed a sip of water, and went again. I did a little better, actually grasping her behind the neck and left bicep and slamming her to the mat. She took me best blow and almost immediately began to force her escape. She refused to let me weight dominance hold her back; within a minute or two she had completely escaped and was on the attack!

I had not done cardio workouts for two months and it showed. She used a knee to the belly attack and pulled me against the powerful and relentless pressure of her sexy knee. She then swept me to the floor and again mounted me. I tried to apply a bearhug and she grimaced for a moment, then attacked with her arms and soon had me pushed to the floor and flattened. She applied a smother (which I was hinting in messages i wanted her to do) and the intensely sensous, painful pleasure wore me down. I eventually forced my way up to my knees but she grasped me in a guillotine choke eventually...which began a chain of moves that allowed her to apply the arm bar she was secretly setting me up for. I bucked, I rolled, I fought for probably two minutes and eventually she had to reset her hold. But she never let go and never stopped her powerful pressure...she had me so dominated that she was able to playfully slap my face as if she were applying a mouth smother, then BOOM, had my arm
painfully extended. I kept fighting until she had to jerk my elbow in an "I'll break your arm" kind of painful manner until I tapped. She thanked me for tapping because (I hope) she would have continued to apply pressure and not insulted me by letting me go before tapping. The only time I want her to not pressure me up to the very limit of my endurance is when i am in a sleeper...she can break my arm but my throat is my livelihood, and she is very careful with that.

Our final fall started with her challenging me to an arm wrestling match afterward. She was, despite her protestations to the contrary, keeping track of the falls,. Since she was beating me so regularly for at least a year I had finally asked her to agree to arm wrestle me in those situations, so I can at least win something (I am still much stronger than she).

She began to apply some new moves. For the first time in a long time I was able to counter some of her more familiar moves. During this fall, I actually was able to slam her again to the floor and got in perfect side control. Unfortunately, I began to get her into a joint lock I had only seen but never used before. Just as in an earlier fall, when I refused to press an advantage i had gotten by merely using my superior weight, I asked if we could reset. I will NOT use a hold that will damage my friend...if I break her, we can't play anymore. And I never want to stop playing with Sybil. Anyway, I digress.

In this fall she then took total control. She scissored me more powerfully than she EVER has before, first my head and then my body. I immediately began to moan, then yell, then scream, and received a triumphant giggle as my reward...I LOVE it when she makes noise, teases me, and giggles when we fight. I admit it, I'm into pain...but this went WAY over the line that I could cope with...she took me right to the edge than let me go. I relaxed and she made a smart, funny comment...I began to laugh...and then she tapped my neck as if to say "BH< I'm going to choke you now, take heed" and I said "Yeah, I guess throwing my head back and laughing is not good technique, is it'. Another big giggle was my reward...this was rapidly becoming the most fun fall I ever lost!

And lose it I did. Though Sybil is lovely and sweet she is not stupid, and began to take advantage of my weakened condition. I grasped her forearm and fought like the devil, but I had given her too good an opening.

Instead of laughing and teasing she became deadly serious...she silently fought against my strong pressure on her arm...after probably ten seconds of intense, desperate struggle she expertly applied the hold I dream about most often, the sleeper. She had taken on the best fight I could give in that fall and completely overwhelmed me in it.

I longed to fight, to grasp at her arms, to either break the hold or refuse to submit until I dropped off to dreamland...BUT I promised her I would not risk damage or injury by letting my foolish ego force her to damage me. Once, I broke a rule and literally pushed her over...she rightly (and angrily) demanded at that point that i never disrespect her...so, even though my heart was screaming "Make her knock you out" my care for my friend said "Submit NOW!"

I care about Sybil too much to let me ego get in the way of our friendship. For that, she repays me with unfailingly loyalty, loving concern for my welfare, and the best battles of all those that I have ever had with women. I admire and respect her...and even though my warrior's heart HATES TO LOSE, I am proud to write this humble review for her to enjoy!

Sybil, as I told you yesterday I have found a new gym. Give me a month to improve my cardio, and please, please give me the same kind of intense battle you gave me this time the next time we meet. I look forward to being your 'bearhugger challenge' for many more sessions to come!

Poem from a Friend/Fan

The Warrior Queen of Tussle:

“There is a story to be told…of a legend that will unfold.”

A warrior queen who lived for the physical contest and its struggle,
Chose not to scuffle but to make an art form…the tussle.

She possesses the combative spirit, but is it masking a juggle?
When her heart leads the fight against those with more muscle.

Is the loss of a contest in the arena of life, the inner spirits quest for a snuggle?
Can this be long endured through your tenuous bustle?

Is her Starr shine quality…a silent tussle, something she must smuggle?
Or is it a warrior’s complex web of unconditional and unselfish hustle.

Her giving and valiant spirit of tussle should be a celebration not another struggle.
Our warrior’s triumphant combat in both body and mind, is time again softened by her silken rustle.

For the legend of our warrior queen to truly unfold she must glean from the past, not from those critical timid souls, so that this intimate story can be fully told!

My Recent Adventures!!

Gosh, where do I start this. . .
I am used to being so concise but so much has happened in the past 6
weeks!!!!

ok, i will start with Tampa. . .how I love Tampa. . how I would love to live
in Tampa. . LOL. . in the midst of training for my big fight at the end of
March, I took three days off to fly down to Tampa and see two Tigers Spring
Training games. . . I should have had some inkling to how the season was
going to start in Detroit, as the Friday I sat in Lakeland Florida in 80+
degree weather and got sunburnt and pooped on by seagulls, they lost. . but
I had a wonderful time. . the tension inside of me unraveling. . texting
with my friends during the game so I was never really alone (though the lady
at the rental car place was incredulous when she found out I was traveling
on my own, and I simply said, "Less Hassles.") I had some fun sessions that
night, and then the next day I headed to Jill Lauren's new home to do a
custom video with her. . . I really love that girl and feel like we have
such good chemistry together. . then I was off to Clearwater, FL to watch
the Tigers play the Phillies. . I had excellent tickets, in between home
plate the 1st base (Tigers side) side dugout. . 8 rows up. . I was close
enough to smell Magglio (wow, I so sound like a stalker. . LOL). . the game
got rained out in the 4th inning. . so I sent a text out to the Beast, Dan
Severn, who had already told me earlier in the week that he would also be in
Tampa this same weekend. . and he called me back and asked if I would like
to go to the fights at the Sundome that night. . LOL. . Hell Yes, I
replied!!! Have I told you lately how blessed I am?

So, fight night at the dome, and Dan Severn is doing commentary on the
fights and also giving away an award for coaching wrestling. . so I end up
with VIP access to http://www.wfl.tv/ World Fighting League. . so cool. . I
am on the floor next to the cage with celebrities and strippers. . and I am
chuckling the whole time. . a table of guys starts buying me drinks and man
what great fights. . what a night. . . I was in bed by 11 though.. I am an
old lady who needs her rest.. . . LOL. . . and if I went out at that time, I
would have partied all night. . . and it would have been very hard to catch
my flight home in the morning. . . .

Next we have my fight, Hook N Shoot, Evansville, IN- wow and . . UGH. . .
. what can I tell you about this? Let's start with some honesty. .fighting
is not my whole life, and MMA fighting is not my "career" what it is, to me,
is a hell of a time. . a way to test myself. . a challenge, an adrenaline
rush. . a reason to train and get my self back together again. .. I love
fighting in all forms. . . I love running, too. . . and rollerskating. .
LOL. . it was a hell of a fight, going the distance and I think, in the
third round, I finally found myself again. . you may not understand this
statement, but those of you who have been close to me understand what I had
been going though. . some rather tough times . . and in the third round
Andrea is pounding me and I just want it to end, I am so tired of her
beating me. .and suddenly, from deep inside wells up the fighter. . the girl
who never gives up. . and she screamed "NO." That girl, that fighter, found
her voice again. . I hate that it took so much for me to finally find myself
again. . but I feel like me again. . . and as I stated in a posting to my
group "She knocked some sense into me." Andrea herself is totally my kind
of girl. . . fierce yet sweet, and pretty to boot. . we bonded almost right
away. . and she was so much bigger and stronger than me. . I was like a
helpless kitten in that match, and all my trainers have insisted that I
fight at #115 from now on. . . and in watching the video. . UGH. . I know
they are right. . I had a black eye the next day and bruising around the
sides of my face. .it hurt to smile or eat. . but I felt really good, too. .
though, on the 7 hour drive home, I had wished that there was someone there
waiting for me, to just hold me for a bit and tell me they were proud of me.
. and maybe I don't have that. . but what I do have is a thousand friends
and fans who sent me gifts, flowers, e-mails and texts that made me feel
like a queen. . sometimes I don;t know how I would go on without all of the
people who support me on a daily basis. . . I cannot say what you mean to
me. . how you fill me up inside, strengthen me. . and make my life so
wonderful. . I hope I give that back to each of you. . . and the fight as
available for download at my clips store. . .
http://www.clips4sale.com/store/2066

At this point, I had ten days to get ready for the Women's Wrestling
Convention in San Diego and also to try to catch up from my very busy
March., . .oh yeah, and Baseball season began. . . I have been to three
games so far this year. . and the Tigers did manage to win one of those. .
LOL. . I knew going in that Sabrina (Hurricane Havana) was not going to
fight me. . but I just wanted to have enough good matches that my sponsors
would be happy when they got the videos. .I knew I did not want to do a
bunch of sessions at the convention, I wanted to fight in the ring and meet
the fans. . . I also wanted to enjoy San Diego, time with my friends and to
get to know Robin better (as I think she is so wonderful. . . ) This was a
classy event, the organizer, Jackpin, is a passionate man with a big heart
and a vision similiar to my own for this industry. . i really enjoyed him,
meeting him in person and just being at the convention. .

At the banquet on Friday night I meet many fans and old friends, but I also
met many people I had been a fan of myself or just had been wanting to meet
for quite a while. . I may have even kissed a girl. or two.. . . LOL. . and
I do believe I won that game of grab ass. . . LOL. . no matter what Katrina
said. . . to see Theo from, Greece! and Neko and Clayton. . Pete And D,
Christie Ricci, Robin, Earl Bob, and to meet so many new people. . including
Krissy, who as soon as we met in person took us over to the table to sign up
for our match the next day. . she probably took one look at little old me
and thought I would be easy. . but it wasn't for either of us. . we had a
hell of a match. . Katrina Rosebud (a relative newcomer to the industry) and
I started out the convention in the Am with a old school give and take style
of match where I let her win. . LOL. . it is fun to play the jobber
occasionally. . . and then I had two more comp matches that day, one with
Robin and one with Krissy. . they were both highly enjoyed by many and I
know one of them got a standing ovation. . but I rarely remember my fights.
. it is so zen to just be in the clench. . comepletely in the moment. . . I
love to wrestle. .
I even managed to work for Sleeperkid when I was there. . . all in all a
great time. . I did not stick around for Sunday and my crew and I needed to
get home. . I had concert tickets for Monday night. . .LOL. . and baseball
tickets for Tuesday night. . and it is a about a whole day of travel to get
home from there. . . but I big part of me wished I had more time there. .
.one reason is because I found Throwdown gym, San Diego and met Dean Lister
who teaches there and I want an opportunity to train with him. . and another
well, let's just say there is more of San Diego I haven't seen yet. . . and
I want to. . .

Home for two days. . and then I was off to Georgia to work for webringit.com.
. I can never say enough about this organization. . I love working for
them. . and seeing my girl Jenn and spending time with her and Robin. .
well. . it was amazing. . . we drank quite a bit of wine. . and we may have
fought a bit, too. . . LOL

The matches from WWC are available through me all on one DVD for $50.(just
e-mail me directly at sybil.starr@gmail.com) .and on this Tuesday they will
be put up for download on my clipsforsale store. . . . . .
but if you would like DVD's now of each individual match, you can find those
through femfight videos. . . .

I am very blessed. . . I hope you feel the same. .
kisses and scissors,
Sybil

Bling (Confessions of a King)

When I offer you survival,
You say it's hard enough to live,
It's not so bad, it's not so bad
How do you know that you're right?

I awoke on the roadside,
In the land of the free ride,
And I can't pull it any longer,
The sun is beating down my neck

So I ran with the devil
Left a trail of excuses,
Like a stone on the water,
The elements decide my fate,
Watch it go..."bling".

When I offer you survival,
You say it's hard enough to live,
Don't tell me that it's over,
Stand up
Poor and tired,
But more than this

How do you know that you're right?
If you're not nervous anymore,
It's not so bad, it's not so bad

I feel my vision slipping in and out of focus,
But I'm pushing on for that horizon,
I'm pushing on,
Now I've got the blowing wind against my face

So you sling rocks at the rip tide,
Am I wrong or am I right?
I hit the bottom with a "huh!"
?? Quite strange,
I get my glory in the desert rain,
Watch it go..."bling".

When I offer you survival,
You say it's hard enough to live,
And I'll tell you when it's over,
Shut up poor and tired,
But more than this

How do you know that you're right?
If you're not nervous anymore,
It's not so bad, it's not so bad...

Higher and higher,
We're gonna take it,
Down to the wire,
We're gonna make it,
Out of the fire,
Higher and higher.

Higher and higher,
We're gonna take it,
Down to the wire,
We're gonna make it out,
Whoa-oh-oh Higher and higher...

It ain't hard to hold,
When it shines like gold,
You'll remember me.

Sea Sky Blue Eyes

Sea Sky Blue and Fog
9/6/05

Longing for you.
Surround myself in fog
Await your hand
That I might live again
Breath bated as I wait
Longing gazes
Sea Sky Blue Eyes
Love for you
All through me
Sickness settled into my bones
Cannot eat
Smile
Or think
Perpetual tears flow
The taste of you is ashes in my mouth
Bitter aftertaste
I cannot flee or fight
Thoughts of you reach me
Through the fog
And all I want
Ends with you
Smiling at me.

Burnt in my mind
“Home is where the Heart is”
I am a wandering fool
My stolen heart
Lost in this fog
To live again
In your Sea Sky Blue eyes

St Patty's Day Masacre--session review

The St. Patrick's Day Massacre

I met Sybil for combined wrestling and domination on
St. Patrick's Day and this Celtic girl dressed in a
gorgeous green bikini showed this physically fit 6
foot 200 pound guy who ruled that day. When she said
"this day is about me" early on, I should have known,
today was going to be quite different from our normal
fight.

I should have learned through my other grappling with
her that I should conserve my energy up front,
particularly when she's near peak conditioning prior
to her MMA fights. I started off Superman style trying
with all of my energy focused to just get a submission
out of her. I mean how hard can that be against her
with my height, weight, and muscular advantage.

Well, she escaped from everything I tried to put her
in including several headlocks, choke-holds,
guillotine attempts, etc. This time was different
too, in that early on she just didn't defend herself
and conserve her energy as usual, but also came after
me with offensive moves early on. And her offensive
holds were much more powerful than I could recall from
earlier times. Within about 10 min of a full intensity
battle, she had gotten me into a powerful headlock and
I had to beg her to release me. Before releasing, she
demonstrated how if this was a real fight she could
keep that hold while punching me powerfully with her
fists if she wished leaving me a bloody mess. Who
would suspect this cute girl next door to ever be a
serious fighter?

After the first Superman fall, I feel like she
released the kryptonite (I suspect that she keeps it
underneath her bikini top). I was probably at about 80
percent of the energy that I started with and I knew
she sensed that as she stalked me waiting for my first
screw up. I got into her guard and she cranked up some
python like body scissors to reduce my energy and
breath as I stiffened my abs to resist. When I broke
her feet off for to get out of the body scissors she
immediately had me in a head/neck scissor, which she
probably could have got a submission out of but
released it and slowly crawled up my body to instead
get a breast smother where I became completely out of
energy and breath, and she made me submit. Sure it's
great being under Sybil's breasts but when you run out
of air, you have to make a choice of pleasure vs.
passing out. At this point, I think I had half the
energy that I walked in with as we did not yet stop
for a break after 20 min of wrestling. I submitted and
she forced me to worship her feet as she sat on my
stomach and used my inclined legs as her backrest.

I was never into foot worship prior to meeting Sybil
but it is a turn on to provide this pleasure to her.
She does have beautiful feet and if you do it just
right, you can hear her purr ever so sweetly. She
insisted that I provide equal service to each foot and
each toe.

I felt a bit refreshed after that and figured I had
recovered enough where I could surprise her and come
out with a strong attack. I got her into a guillotine
but I think she blocked part of it because as I
applied the pressure, she did not submit. I felt my
hold weakening and knew I could not hold the pressure
much longer and that's just when she escaped. I
somehow for the first time wrestling with her was able
to get her into a leg scissor of her head/neck but she
simultaneously applied the same to my neck. I think
she cranked it up to full strength because I
immediately release my scissors on her and screamed
begging her to release. I think I almost passed out at
that point, and that's never happened before...Lesson
learned to not dual Sybil with scissors.

I layed completely exhausted on the floor beaten into
submission and she knew it was time to switch to
dominatrix Sybil and play with her boy toy for her
pleasure. She hog tied me but with my energy at about
30 percent, I think she could have done anything to me
that she wanted without the ropes. She came back
dressed in these shiny beautiful black boots extending
up to her thighs. Carrying her authentic horse crop,
and nipple clamps, she looked like an angel
dominatrix. I was privileged to be the first to
experience her new boots. I had tried worshiping
boots in the past but never became turned on by it.
With Sybil, though, it was a big turn on, being hog
tied as she forced me to first suck on the long thin
heel and then lick the toes and eventually take a good
portion of the toe into my mouth. She seemed to be
turned on by this as well. She then rolled me onto my
back (with hands locked behind the back with the hog
tie), applied the nipple clamps, and then did some
smothering face sitting as she whipped my inner thighs
with her crop. Just a completely helpless boy toy
being used by Princess Sybil for her pleasure.

That was how I spent my St. Patrick's day.

Hurricane Havana is full of herself!

Ok, I just went to Hurricane Havana's website. . . she is already postingexcuses for why she won't be wrestling me. . this is what it says*Presently, I plan on attending. Due to a prior wrist injury etc, **I am not 100% sure I will be wrestling submission or in a pro match. **A decision will be made closer to the event date. **I will be available for session and photo work. *


I am upset about this. . I feel that she is just putting together and excuse now so that when she disappoints all the fans next month she will have somesort of excuse. . . . . . .I dopn;t know how everyone else feels, but I say this . . . .CONSIDER YOURSELF CALLED OUT HURRICANE HAVANA,. . . if I were you I would bescared of me, too and looking to drop out of our bout. .. . you area chicken bully girl who cries when she doesn't get her way. . . .and anyone who reads this, if you feel as strongly as I do, or half as strong, help me call her out. . . let's make it known that she is full of herself@!!!I say we start a movement. . . The Starr Army ! And that Army should call out that spoiled baby and make her answer for all her excuses. . . this is her website. .http://www.hurricanehavana.net/e-mail her, call her, post about it. . whatever. . but the time to make sure that she does not back out of this event is now!!!!!!!--Sybil Starrwww.sybilstarr.comhttp://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/sybilstarrgroup/

Best Day Ever! Chicago!

Yesterday was just fanastic. . and fantastically busy. . .
I am in Chicago currently for a few days and have been quite busy!
It started out at 9 am with a video shoot with Kordelia Devonshire. . I have been a fan of hers for a while and was nervous and excited that we finally would get to work together.. the girl is just wonderful, she is 5'9", beautiful and has wonderful curves all over. We taped two videos, and both contain topless footage. Then I tied her up. . just for fun. . LOL

Next was BJJ training. I meet one of the pro-fighters and the Black Belt who runs the school, Assou from Championship Jujitsu for a couple hours of one on one training. It was awesome, they really helped to refine my ground game further, I am back in there today for most the afternoon. . I was going to go up to Gurnee to see the Bodeans play, but training for this fight at the end of the month is my priority right now. . .

To top off my night Barry took me to a show at the Annoyance Theatre, it was called BODYSLAM and it was a comedy about pro-wrestling. . very good. . very funny. .
I got to bed around 2:30 or so. . .

I am just now waking up and getting ready for another big day. .
I hope it is another BEST DAY EVER!
Next I headed into the new dungeon to meet someone for a scissors session. . .

New Session Review

this is a comp session vs a man who currently weighs in at 235#


Sybil, I hope you enjoy this review...I could write a novel about how great the fights we have are, how loyal a friend you are, how it feels to submit you and be submitted....and how great it was to be with you once again...I hope your fans and friends enjoy my story. I enjoyed the ending...LOL
Until next time....I thank you and am grateful for you!!!
Sybil and I faced off on Thursday in her home wrestling space. We had both had a long week and were looking forward to seeing and tangling with each other again very much.
We set up in a much smaller space than usual. My eyes lit up because of (of course) the red bikini she wore at my request…and the fact that the smaller the space made it more difficult it is for Sybil to use her speed and leverage advantage. Little did I know that she had no plans to use cunning and deceptiveness…instead, she challenged me by her style to blunt an attack based on leverage, skill, and a surprising amount of pure brute strength.
Her compliments of my increased weight loss and physical fitness allowed me to get up the courage to wrestle bare-chested. Sweat alone allowed me to break a number of well placed holds…but as we battled that became an advantage for her as well…
When we knelt down we spoke no words, and the air was electric. We smiled and reached for each other, the pure joy of the fight to come showing on our faces and in our breathing. Slowly, we exchanged attempts to gain a clinch and ended up hand fighting for quite a few seconds. I enjoyed that immensely, because as we fought for advantage I could lean against her and drink in the feel of her body and the smell of her hair…her taut and fit shoulders and neck feel wonderful against my hands when I grasp her in a plum clinch…I sighed with pleasure but soon got down to business….
We worked to off-balance each other and even though we were very close together I could not push or sweep her off-balance. Slightly alarmed, I began to fight harder and push as well as pull…she surprised me by continuing to fight with leverage and strength instead of pulling away and using her speed to get around me and gain my back. (She told me her strategy later…to fight me with strength and straight on moves, to see how she could fare strength against strength. She did wonderfully...I had to use all my strength to win some falls)
Normally, she’s broken my control attempts and is flashing past me by the first few seconds of a clinch attempt of mine…but she continued to stay in front of me, blocking and countering my hold attempts wuth no smoke and mirrors and surprising force. She did not attempt to gain space and maneuver me around but seemed content to close with me and try to force me over backwards with leverage and muscle…my heart soared as we exchanged more grips and blocks for what seemed like minutes. She began to pull me forward and exert her will over my body…with a bit of desperation I reached up and finally managed to get a grip on her neck and I pulled her forward with a mighty jerk and finally began to sweep her toward the floor.
I tried to lock in a front chancery hold but when I grasped her chin to lock it in she changed the angle of her body and instead I got a lock around her lovely nose…she tapped immediately and forcefully and looked shocked for a second as she checked her nose for damage…I intended a true hold but gained that submission anyway…but I apologized for the nose hold and promised not to attempt that hold without more practice.
She smiled and said “You know, you’re supposed to submit me” but I said that I did not want to damage her or ruin her looks just to gain a hold. She told me not to worry and we locked in another clinch…again, I was pleased and amazed that she continued to kneel in front of me and grapple muscle against muscle, leverage against leverage, slowly in comparison to her speedy style…I expected to again gain an advantage but soon found myself pulled flat to the floor…she took advantage of the position she put me in to mount a forceful and damaging attack…she used elbows and knees, scissors to begin to wear me down and I felt the pattern of “..Sybil wins…” beginning to take shape again.
When I felt the power of her attack I was thrilled…and began to mount a comeback. She attacked and I countered, fighting to escape her moves and putting more effort into the battle than I ever thought I could. Her obvious interest in dominating me in a new, more powerful manner spurred me on to counter-attack, and I finally managed to power out of one her painful chinlocks and drag her down to the mat.
I wrapped my body around her and slowly, with her forceful resistance notwithstanding, gathered her into an attempt at a headlock. Breathing heavily and gasping with exertion I held her face down on the floor. She struggled and I could not keep her still…I did not really lock a good hold in… I merely held her down and refused to allow her to move…and she eventually tapped. When I told her I admired her pain tolerance she refused to accept it, saying “It did not hurt…you did not lock in the hold….I just couldn’t go anywhere”. Even though I did not flop on her I guess she could not move me…
Suddenly I realized that I was ahead 2-0 in falls…though we were only going to wrestle for a half-hour I had a glimmer of hope that I would win a match (for once)…LOL…
After wiping sweat from our bodies and grabbing a quick drink we started again. This time, she was unstoppable. She still did not “out-quick” me but had not yet swept me down or gained my back. Instead, she got me in a “judo gene labell” half nelson, sticking her knee into my solar plexus and wrapping my head in a vise-like grip. In matches before she would wear me down and then off-balance me out of this hold; but now she continued to punish me with that hold alone, ignoring (or maybe feeding off of) my grunts of pain…she dragged me to the floor and rolled me over, slamming an elbow into my back then pulling me up into a sitting position…she stood and climbed on me, locking a leg around my right arm and grasping my left arm with her left…she slowly, forcefully, separated my limbs and wearing me down…she moved quickly but with power, and I eventually became helpless in her grip…I thought I broke the grip by force but when I got my arm free she quickly re-captured it andpulled me down to the floor. I was amazed, as she inexorably pulled me, resisting every second, into a powerful bar on that arm.
I tried stupidly to break the arm bar and she twisted my arm further…as the pain increased and I realized I could not escape I finally tapped…
We fought fiercely in the next fall, more and more breathing heavily with extreme exertion… we were banging against each other, rolling across the floor back and forth, gasping for air as we squeezed, twisted, and beat on each others bodies. We grappled more quickly than we have in…maybe ever…she got an advantage and I would power or sweat-slip out….she eventually got behind me and wrapped her scissors around my ribs…she squeezed, not letting go, for what must have been twenty seconds….she hand-smothered me and then reached around my head for a chin lock… a sleeper attempt…another chin lock…and finally rolled me over again to the other side of the mats…she tried to lock me into a reverse headscissors…though her skin feels marvelous there is no give in the muscles that snake around your head and I quickly, desperately, fought and finally escaped. But soon she had me in another arm bar and…and…I could not tap.
You see, I have a habit of tapping with my left hand, as she usually attempts to bar my right arm. This time, she caught my left arm…I tried to tap with it but my arm could not move…I yelled “tap” and she let go…she laughed as I explained my little problem…then she realized we had a few minutes, and that we were tied in falls.
We knelt again and she smiled at me as she snaked an arm across my chest and soon had me with a knee in the belly…I thought I had her flat but she snaked away and dashed around behind me…she knows we are tied, I thought, and she quickly but calmly felt around for a way through the defense I put up against the rear naked choke I thought was coming. She had been trying to get it all match…but only by force, not by cunning. Each time I grasped her hands or arms to break the hold I was excited, and a little scared, by her muscular strength…I realized that instead of using a number of parasitic holds as usual, she was in the mood to try to beat me with straight technique and strength…she was willing to give me a chance to defeat her because she was working against her best moves and daring to try to beat me at her own game/ I was so proud and happy that I could have burst...and i responded by trying some new attack and escape moves that she had taught me over the last fewmonths....
She caught me in move after move but between being slick with sweat and desperate to not be overpowered, I escaped each time. She got her legs around me and squeezed…tried to get a choke and almost did…squeezed again and tried another choke…she switched the move to a chin lock attempt but I locked my chin down and she could not get it…I felt her right forearm wrap around the side of my head and the tell-tale pressure of her elbow on my clavicle…as she began to lock her left arm across my neck to lock in a sleeper I grasped her wrist and the last second and blocked…we had been loudly breathing heavily and gasping with effort and pain for the last three falls…she lowered herself on top of me and began to force me down, slowly but inexorably, with what I think was a body nelson…but I turned my shoulders and her effort caused her to slide over me, landing with a heavy thud in front of me…I saw my chance and took it!
I slid on top of her. She fought me every second…but I forced my shoulder on top of her and my bicep around her head…she struggled to escape but my grip was too strong…I leaned heavily on her face with my shoulder… and she rewarded me with a reluctant tap…”We’re done” she said with a touch of unhappiness…she knew I had finally won.
If we had gone for an hour I am sure she would have eventually worn me down and submitted me to arm bars and her Starr-Gazer sleeper…but for this one time I was the victor. I hope next time to have improved my cardio and practice my new holds enough to dare to go an hour...we'll see...
After the fight, totally relaxed, we lay down side by side…until our bodies cooled we listened to her music and whispered compliments and chatted…I was joyous not just because I had won but because we both fought hard and enjoyed each other.
She told me later as we sipped some tea that she had purposefully fought me using “all this strength that people tell me I have…” she flexed for me and her biceps, though still proportionate and lovely, are quite firm and strong. She gave me a battle, and only lost because I over powered her enough to keep her down…
My chin and neck could have told her that she was stronger…my arms were exhausted from our fierce grappling…but my heart was full of satisfaction from our fighting and our visit…thank you, Sybil, for a marvelous battle and supreme friendship!
Postscript: I wrote this earlier today. My arms still ache and my ribs are sore from where she wrapped her legs around me...but I would not trade it for anything

Hot Hot Hot Valentine's and Catfights!

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Black

Hey...oooh...Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Her lace spread out before me, as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at playI can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Sponsorship Packages for WWC!

Hello. . . some of you already know about this and were looking for ways to help me out. . so. . here we go!

Here’s the deal: I need your help to ensure I have successful trip to the WWC in San Diego from April 11-13. For those who attend the convention sponsorship packages are available directly from the WWC at this link: http://www.womenswrestlingconvention.com/. If you click on the Tickets icon you get the information on convention sponsorships, which essentially entitles a person for a $500 sponsorship to attend the convention and banquet and to sit at my table at the banquet. Same deal goes for the $1000 package, but you also get to have a session with me (if you dare) at the convention. I receive one-half of any convention sponsorship money received.

I realize only a few of you will be able to attend the convention, or that the cost of the sponsorships might be a bit too pricey for you. Therefore, I have devised some non-convention sponsorship packages to help defray my considerable costs that I must outlay for this trip to San Diego. I have to pay for a Vendor’s booth to sell my dvds and photos, and also air fare, hotel, rental car, and cost for a camera person to film any of my ring matches. I am definitely attending this convention and I am scheduled to fight Hurricane Havana as the main event in a 30-minute submissions match on Saturday. However, whether I attend any future conventions (next year’s is set to be in Las Vegas) depends on if I make enough money to make this convention worth my time and expenses. It is uncertain the number of persons who will attend the convention, and there is no way to know the number of session requests I will get, or whether I will sell any significant number of photos or dvds.

My match with Hurricane Havana should be a great one (did you see the first one? Holy Cow!), but the convention does not pay the participants for these ring matches and does not film them. It is up to the combatants to arrange to record any match for later sale by one or both of the participants. If I cannot afford a camera person to attend, my match against Hurricane Havana may go unrecorded by Sybil Starr Productions, and there is no guarantee Hurricane Havana will pay to videotape or release the match either. (especially if I kick her ass, as I hope).

Therefore, if you are able to do so, I hope you would consider purchasing one of the sponsor packages below. If none of them appeal to you, but if there is something else reasonable that you might suggest I could give you in trade for a sponsorship, email me privately (sybil.starr@gmail.com) to see if we can work something out. Lastly, if you cannot afford even the least expensive sponsor package, but still want to help support me, please feel free to send any amount you could afford to me. Do this at my kissing booth!
http://www.sybilstarr.com/kissing_booth.htm
This way you will receive access to my secret yahoo group with lots of pictures and video clips to download as my way of saying “Thank you for all of your support!”

The sponsor packages available are as follows:

The Brass Package--$50

For a $50 Sponsorship contribution, one gets a copy of any of my dvds produced by Sybil Starr Productions and access to my kisses and scissors yahoo group!

The Silver Package--$100

For a $100 Sponsorship contribution, you get a dvd of your choosing from current Sybil Starr Productions and one new video that is filmed at the convention for Sybil Starr Productions and you will get it asap (pre-release), also get invited to join the scissors and kisses yahoo group. . .

The Gold Package--$200

For a $200 Sponsorship contribution, you get 2 dvds of your choosing from Sybil Starr Productions current video line, 2 dvd’s of videos filmed at the convention, and access to the scissors and kisses yahoo group.

The Platinum Package--$300

For a $300 Sponsorship contribution, you get 3 dvds of your choosing from Sybil Starr Productions current video line, 2 dvd’s of videos filmed at the convention, access to the scissors and kisses yahoo group, and an autographed photo of your choosing

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There are many wrestlers and workers in this industry that I have wanted to film and work with who are attending this convention, and I am sure the videos that will come out of that weekend will be great!


I want to thank in advance any of my fans and friends who step forward to support my efforts at the WWC. I hope to make you all proud in any ring matches I will have. I am looking forward to attending. . but I can't do it on my own as the expenses would far outweigh any profit or experience I would hope to gain. . . Please help to make this a successful weekend. . . not just for me. . but for everyone involved. I am sure we all hope that this is the first of many anual conventions for women's wrestling!

Kisses and Scissors,
Sybil

Leaving Philly

well, Sybil Starr has left the building. . .almost

I head out of Philly shortly

It has been an awesome trip

I have wrestled so much that every muscle in my body aches

I have had so much fun that I was able to create a lifetime of memories in two days

A night with Jenn where we fought each other in next to nothing and then broke out a bottle of wine. .

A night in Atlantic City by limo and Billion being a RockStarr Queen, hanging out at the Borgata Casino, and eating at the Old Homestead, watching a live band at the Gypsy Bar, and winning at craps.

I guess I better head back to the middle of nowhere Michigan. . . a girl has to rest sometime. . LOL (when I die would be fine with me!!!)

kisses and scissors,

Sybil

New Session review

My neck hurts...where she choked me into submission twice. My ego hurts...she got me on my back through leverage and strength, without sweeping me...although she did that too!

My chiropractor and I are very good friends...LOL

Our session began with a struggle for position in the clinch...she knows just how to position her body to negate my strength advantage and we tussled for what seemed like two minutes simply in the clinch...bodies tightly clenched together, she managed to escape my takedown and we tumbled to the mats together. Quickly, she got my back and attempted to take me in what I think was a sleeper hold attempt....I escaped, but again and again she got my back, locked in hold after hold, until I tumbled her off of my back onto the mat. I locked in a headlock but, working and struggling, she eventually countered and escaped. I chased her...big mistake...after some smoke and mirrors she again conquered my defense, wrapped her body around my back, and when I let my neck open she pounced and clamped off my air...I struggled mightily, pulling and straining, feeling the weight of her lovely body forcing me to submit to the biceps crushing my throat...I gasped...she asked if I was submitting...before I began to pass out I tapped...she pushed me away and reminded me that I could be severely damaged and that from behind me she could not see if I passed out.

After a brief rest we started again, and for a while I dominated...but she caught me again, after a desperate struggle, in another choke to which I quickly submitted. While she was defeating me in that fall she repeatedly used her "parasitic holds" of a strong knee to the belly, a suffocating hand smother, andher deadly scissors...once she clamped the scissors on and held them for almostten seconds....then my nerves exploded in pain as she released the hold...I slumped...but Iescaped the triangle scissor attempt as I slid away, only to bechoked a few seconds later.

I slipped off my shirt to feel more of the intensity of the contact I crave somuch...my entire body stiffened as she repeatedly attacked but, without my shirt, she was a bit handicapped in that some of her holds slipped off of mybody because of the pouring sweat...so I slowly began to gain some advantage.We clinched again and instead of countering my clinch attempts the way she had been she seemed to tense her body to take what force I could give out and let me get a hold going...from which I believe she thought she could escape...but she quickly said "Oh, he's going for the bear hug", which I was, and instead of slipping away from my best hold she took it on...she blocked my arms from reaching that hug position once...twice....she could have escaped and off-balanced me, I think, but instead she kept countering my attempts to wrap my arms around her while staying directly in front of me...had she beaten back my hold attempt I would have been humiliated, I think, because in this clinch itwas strength against strength, leverage against leverage...to lose to skill and speed is one thing...but to have a small woman out-muscle me would have been something that would have only made me feel completely dominated...maybe she knew this...and if she countered successfully would have then overwhelmed me...but she did not escape. Eventually, after much effort, I got some control over her body...I began to feel my body tingle, every muscle tensing, realizing she was giving me a gift of taking on my charge without "smoke and mirrors", as she put it. And I was ready to accept. She strugged to escape but then her struggles began to ebb...she wasn't submitting easily but it felt like she was daring me to give it my all, to see how far she could go, before deciding whether to submit or escape...I did not care...I kept up the pressure while she narrated the struggle.. she said "Can he get the hold in...ohhh, he got me...here we go....' as I squeezed mightily, using technique I actually learned from her...her breath came in a shallow gasp and I grunted loudly with the exertion...suddenly her luscious body stiffened and I felt her hand tap my back....she told me later she literally could not breathe for a moment as she tapped...we took a break and went for one more fall...

She was stiff from the training the day before, and maybe not quite as flexible as usual...we struggled in our last clinch, countering and attacking,until I again pulled her down roughly and went for a headlock. We struggled intensely as I leaned slowly down on top of her, trying to control her while atthe same time not by simple bulk but by technique...I wrapped my right bicep around her head, trying to find a pressure point but finally just wrapping whatever of her head I could squeeze....I moaned in pain and exertion, every muscle fiber straining to keep her under control....again and again she moved, struggled, fought...she let out a loud yelp of pain as I forced my shoulder against her face...I have to admit I enjoyed hearing it, for she made me yell with her scissors...I squeezed again and again...she somehow found the flexibility to slam her knees into my back...again and again...she hit me so hard I thought I would literally cry...between the struggle to hold her, to overcome her high pain tolerance and to take the force of her knee smashes the pain and intensity was glorious and I have to admit a highly sensual experience...finally, she tapped...I had not made her submit as much as I had been able to hang on like a barnacle...and I have the feeling that if we were fighting for as long as we wanted to she would have found a way to escape...but she did not, and the session ended at that point.

I did not win...but did not lose either...besides, no one who has the chance to spend even a minute locked in a power exchange with Sybil Starr is ever a loser...my friend, I thank you for a wonderful friendship and an awesome fight!

Fantasy Role-Play Session Review by VTM

Ok i'm a Van who rarely wrestles and tells but rather then face the harsh consequences of not telling about my session today i will gladly do so. So here we go..... My session began with me tring to take a few toys from the Dungeon of the Chicago Mistresses. Ya know i thought i might take a whip or 2 home with me as souvenier. Big mistake! Just as i was about to slip away with the goods bursting through the door came the newest edition to the CM staff Sybil Starr. I knew it was trouble and it was! POW, BAM, WHAP and a JUDO FLIP. I was down and rarely got up again. I was then put through so many holds i can hardly remember them all. I'm sure my Van screams were heard by the other Mistresses as there was just nothing i could do to stop this strawberry blonde hottie from teaching me crime doesn't pay. (Well actually it pays sometimes:) LOL I tried every sneaky VTM trick in the book but nothing seemed to work. Eventually all i could do was curl up in a little ball and feel my Vanhood being taken away from me. Sybil had me and submitting was my only option and that's what i did! Well what can i say sometimes a Van's gotta do what Van's gotta do! :) What an awesome time and i can hardly wait for my next adventure with a true wrestling Starr...VTM

Quote of the Day

"I've learned two things
To let go
clean as a kite string
and to never wash a man's clothes.
These are my rules."
Sandra Cisneros

My legs wrapped around your head!

I have been so pent up I could kill something with my bare hands. I am a feisty girl. If I don't fight, or run, or expend some of this energy that naturally builds up everyday, I am not the same sweet girl most people expect me to be. And lately. . UGH! Snowed in, in Michigan. I have taken to working out to try to help. . I have one of those magic circles from pilates, and I put it between my thighs to try to get my daily scissor squeezes in. . but I bend the dang thing until it is flat and it is just not as gratifying as hearing sighs and screams of pain as you struggle. . .
The snow has finally melted here, and a client from NYC had called earlier in the week to let me know he would be in Detroit today. I met him at the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino downtown Detroit. I know him very well, sessioning with him numerous times in the past three years. I donned a orange and yellow snakeskin thong bikini to tussle in. And we started. I wrestled my much larger victim (6'-250#) to the ground and proceeded to torture him with devastating scissor holds, scissors from behind his head, reverse head scissor, figure fours, mean head locks, body scissors, hammerlocks, arm bars, facesits, hand smothering, neck cranks, chokes, breast smothers, grapevines, wrist locks, key locks, pressure point toruture, slapping, punching and kicking. . . and when he was finally exhausted and all the fight had left him, I made him lick my feet and I trampled him for fun. I love to tease and torture my victims. I love to let them feel my sweet warm body all over them, love to watch the pleasure watch over their face. . and then turn it into pain and fear. Life is about pain and pleasure, suffering and happiness. . and you can't have one without the other. . but maybe. . in the end. . it is one in the same. . . .

Kisses and scissors,
Sybil

Lyrics

"The Last Goodbye"

I don't believe you
And I never will
Oh I can't live by your side
With the lies you've tried to instill
I can't take anymore
I dont have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye
It's like I hardly know you
But maybe I never did
It's like every emotion you showed me
You kept well hid
And every true word that you ever spoke
Was really deceiving
Now I'm leaving this time
Coz this is my last goodbye
I've gotta turn and walk away
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
I've grown tired of being used
And I'm sick and tired of being accused
Now I'm walking away from you
And I'm not coming back

Bodean's Song

"The Understanding"

Boy we get so excited pointing fingers each day
Don't take the time to even blame me
No we'll give it away
The expectations that we're painting
They go from paisley to white
I see right through them, stand up to them
Oh and I'm up for the fight
And with these eyes, I never see right
When I look in the mirror
I'm lost in golden red and blue
I'm losing ground holding on to you
And I understand more than I want to
And I stand more than I choose
And under these eyes I'm busted
But I'm understanding you
It's the understanding, that kills me
So I return into my head and I begin to see
This image is not the place for me
Is it someplace for you?
'Cause the destination is never changing
When I guess a change could do
When I try to move I fall,
Try to hold you and I lose it all
But I understand more than I want to
I stand more than I choose
And under these eyes I'm never really understanding you

Happy New Year! Update!

Happy New Year everyone! May 2008 be your best year yet!!!!!

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship,but never in want.

To celebrate the fresh start of a new year, I have uploaded exclusive photos to my kisses and scissors yahoo group! They are mixed pro-wrestling where I get totally squashed by a much larger male. There are camel clutches, hair pulling, chokes, stomach claws, crotch claws, slams, scissors, hammerlocks, bow and arrow stretch, back breakers and much more in these 80 pictures. I am wearing a red one piece swimsuit, shiny pantyhose, and wrestling boots, my opponent wears a mask. Don't miss these photos!

Come get your kiss! Let me kiss and scissor you into the New Year!
http://www.sybilstarr.com/kissing_booth.htm
I also uploaded a clip to the group for download. . one of my "test" matches from pro-wrestling school. Blue mat match 3!
Oh, and if you missed it, you had better stop by my download store! Sybil Starr Productions newest clip features Lady Victoria and Jenn (fromwebringit.com). . . it is called KO's and Jenn gets put out again and again!

http://www.sybilstarr.com/theater/theater-main.htm

and to celebrate the new year in style. .tomorrow I will release "Lia vs. Clayton 1" a clip of true competitive mixed wrestling featuring Lia Labowe!

Time to plan travels for the new year! First stop? Chicago! On the 9th I am heading in to one of my favorite cities in the world, and I have a place in the northwestern suburbs to session at and also a place near downtown through http://chicagomistresses.com/and then I will be heading to Milwaukee for a day and then back to theChicago area through the weekend.
Next stop? Philly then NYC.

I also have a huge video shoot getting arranged for February. . . wait for it! Hot girls for your customs!
This is going to be the best year yet!

kisses and scissors,Sybil

Song!

So you think that it's over,
Say your love has finally reached the end.
Any time you call,
night or day,
I'll be right there for you
If you need a friend.

It's gonna take a little time.
Time is sure to mend your broken heart.
Don't you even worry, pretty darlin'.
I know you'll find love again.
Yeah.

Love is all around you.
Love is knockin' outside the door.
Waitin' for you
Is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart
And you'll find love again, I know.

Love is all around you.
Love is knockin' outside the door.
Waitin' for you
Is this love made just for two
Keep an open heart
And you'll find love again, I know.

(solo)

Love will find a way.
Darlin', love is gonna find a way,
Find its way back to you.
Love will find a way.
So look around, open your eyes.
Love is gonna find a way.
Love is gonna, love is gonna find a way.
Love will find a way.
Love's gonna find a way back to you, yeah
I know
I know
I know
I know

poem

miroslav holub

Ode to joy
You only love
when you love in vain.


Try another radio probe
when ten have failed, take two hundred rabbits
when a hundred have died:
only this is science.


You ask the secret.
It has just one name:
again.

In the end
a dog carries in his jaws his image in the water,
people rivet the new moon, I love you.

Like caryatids our lifted arms
hold up time's granite load
and defeated
we shall always win.

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Kisses and Scissors Update!

Today I have added another five minute clip to be downloaded and the whole photo set that the Sybil Starr group's main photo is from. . Sybil Vs. Gia in a Humiliation match. . . best two out of three falls with a humiliation visited upon the loser. . . . they are great pics. . .

so now, currently in the kisses and scissors group there are 2 membership galleries from the now defunct Sybil Starr membership site. . two humiliation matches (Sybil Vs Vanessa Harding and Sybil Vs Gia). . miscellaneous sexy pics. . .pics from the clip between Lia Labowe and Neko "Ballgown Bitchfight2" and two links to download clips from. . .
last week's was She loves to Squeeze with Monica Martin scissoring me and this week is "Eat my Feet" a leggy forced trampling, forced foot worship clip. . .

How do you get your kisses and scissors?
It is very simple. . stop by my virtual kissing booth!
http://www.sybilstarr.com/kissing_booth.htm

you may donate any amount of money! And once the donation is received, you will get an invitation to all this content by way of your yahoo ID. . .

if you don't like paypal, I also have a moneybookers account and I take cash, money orders and checks. .
Sybil Starr

1416 S. Main St. Ste 220

#328

Adrian, MI 49221
please include a note with your yahoo id and that the money is for kisses and scissors!

I am so excited to have a way to offer kisses and scissors for all my fans and friends!
-- Sybil Starr

http://www.sybilstarr.com/

http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/sybilstarrgroup/

Sybil Session Testimonial

Testimonial for Sybil Starr
If you are considering a session with Sybil Starr, I'm here to tell you that, for me, our sessions have been the greatest things in the universe.
We've boxed about eight times over the past year and a half, and Sybil easily has won each time.
Sybil made a DVD recording of our match last August, and watching it I learned several things. Up until then, I'd been rather pleased I'd at least been able to keep up with her for most of an hour-long fight (with breaks between "rounds"). But watching the DVD I saw in fact what happened was Sybil would punch me silly, calmly wait for me to recover, then hit me again …. She used me as her punching bag and I survived for a full hour only because she let me.
At one point our arms got tangled, so Sybil muscled me back against the wall, then smashed her right fist into my belly eight times in a row — I counted — and I was helpless to stop her. (She even gleefully narrated the action while she pounded me: "You're defenseless now.")
And I saw on the DVD Sybil truly had "clobbered" me, as she later boasted. It was a massacre.
So I devised a strategy for our most recent fight, a week ago. From the start, I moved in as fast and aggressively as possible. Sybil clearly was surprised, and I actually got in several punches to her head and midsection.
This, I very soon discovered, was an ill-conceived idea.
My actions merely permitted Sybil to not hold back as much as usual. Though she may have landed slightly fewer punches overall than usual, the many that did connect were extremely powerful. On at least three occasions, it felt as if her fist had disconnected my head from my neck. She's very skilled, very fast and very strong, and she must have knocked me down four or five times. My head still aches.
When it came to the last round — each round ending with a knockdown (Sybil knocking me out flat in each case) — she informed me she now was going to finish me off. Outfitted in a bright-colored bikini and boots, she held up her gloved fists and had that smile in her eyes.
My energy had run out. Hers had not.
Sybil proceeded to pound me with killer lefts and rights too fast and strong for me to block. I couldn't tell you if her final punch was a right cross, a left hook, an uppercut or what it was. But — POW — and there followed a couple moments when I wasn't aware of anything.
Next thing I knew, I was face down on the mat, out for the count. (Does that count as a KO?)
Once I'd stood up and we'd removed the gloves, I challenged her to a test of strength. I'm six inches taller than Sybil and outweigh her by 50 pounds — I should be able to defeat her at this and regain some dignity, right? She shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, OK, but you asked for it.
We locked hands and started.
Now, as you've read in other postings on this site, and as you can see by the images, Sybil is remarkably good looking. You also know she's not a large person. Yet within moments, to my surprise, she was forcing me down.
And I noticed all these … muscles — in her midsection, her shoulders, her noticeably defined biceps. Confidently and surely Sybil forced me down onto one knee. I couldn't believe she was actually beating me.
After only a few brief moments more, Sybil quickly manhandled me off balance and onto my back. She was on me in a flash, pinning me to the mat with her strong legs.
I struggled, but it was useless. Laughing, my opponent leaned back and, bare-fisted, punched my belly a half-dozen times.
Needless to say, I didn't get free until Sybil allowed it.
One moral of this story is, once again I was no match for Sybil.
The other moral is I intend to have more sessions with Sybil. And you should, too. You won't regret it.
— M.
P.S. Her DVDs are pretty hot, too.