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16:57 Heather_Hardin: Tonight was the night! All the constant trash talk and hype for this match was building to this moment. Michelle and I had gone back and forth taunting each other until the stakes were raised to the highest they could go. An I Quit anything goes style match for the vacant OPCW Women's title! And I wanted that belt more than anything. Gold had been so close to my grasp only to be taken away I knew this was my moment. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS MATCH IS AN I QUIT ANYTHING GOES MATCH FOR THE OPCW WOMEN'S TITLE!!! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM AUSTIN, TX WEIGHING IN AT 5'7 145LB HEATHER HARDIN!!!!" As my music hit I walked out on the stage in a pink and black one piece with matching boots and fishnets. Making a pose I started to stroll down the ramp headed towards the ring.
17:07 Heather_Hardin: Yt
17:11 Michelle_Pantero: It was finally here, the title match. I felt a nervousness in my stomach I hadn't felt in a long time. The stakes had been raised in this match to the highest level. There weren't going to be any rules, the ref was there to hear someone submit or for the long 10 count. This wasn't going to be a fight, this was going to be a war. At near identical size and so close in age, it was a toss up. My submission knowledge vs her power. I pace behind the curtain, I knew Heather was hungry for that gold belt and I was too. To have it and be able to say I'm the undisputed best there is. MTC
17:17 Michelle_Pantero: As soon as I hear her music starts, I glance down the ramp. *Fuck it* I think, It's anything goes. Charging her from behind she's near the bottom before I catch up. Clad in a white and blue one peice, my matching boots sound like thunder as I draw near. Pulling my right fist into my chest, I aim a hard forearm and elbow combo at the center of her shoulder blades trying to bowl her over and get things going in my favor immediately. YT
17:21 Heather_Hardin: I knew what was up for grabs. I knew the extent we would both go for that title. What I didn't expect was right off the bat you would charge down the ramp towards me as I was headed to the ring. Unfortunately I couldn't hear those thundering boots over my music so when your combo landed I was caught completely off guard! The blow sends be bowling over and tumbling right towards the apron of the ring. Landing face down right in front of the ring I reach my right arm back arching my back from the pain gritting my teeth. Yt
17:21 Kara_Anne: GO MICHELLE!!
17:26 Michelle_Pantero: I smile thinly, it's a start but I'm not so foolish to think that your about to roll over from one cheap shot. Coming closer, I bend down to grab a handful of hair. "Your never going to get that belt Heather." I hiss. I start to try and pull you to your feet, hoping to maneuver your back against the apron so I can punish you with a couple of right backhand chops across your chest. YT
17:29 Canakyo: Let’s go Michelle!!
17:31 Zack_Davis: I just hope they both have fun 😊
17:31 Heather_Hardin: Hearing your words I hissed as you reached down and grabbed my hair. As you pulled me up I felt my back touching the apron. The ref seeing this bit of action taking place they called for the bell to officially kick this match off. As the bell rung with my back against the apron hearing the cheers for you already I was pissed. I was not going to go down without a fight! With a snarl seeing you go for the chop I brought my right booted foot up trying to catch you in the midsection before your chops could reach my chest. Yt
17:33 Graysons_return: Come on Heather :D you got this!
17:40 Michelle_Pantero: My arm comes back, "Ooofff." I feel the toe of your boot digging into my toned abs lifting my up off my feet. I release your hair and stumble backwards trying to get some separation. I hug my stomach, returning your glare with equal venom. Digging my feet in, my thighs flex. I charge forward with a scream aiming to slam into you and crush you back into the unforgiving apron. YT
17:46 Heather_Hardin: My boot lands against your stomach making you stumble back and release my hair. Venomous glares exchanged between us as you scream charging forward. You slam me into the apron the blow making my scream out as my back arches again trapped against the apron almost folding on top of you from the impact. Yt
17:55 Michelle_Pantero: I feel the top of your body leaning towards me. I slide my arms around your hips, trying to clasp my hands together in the small of your back. I know I need to wear it down further if I'm going to achieve my goal of making you quit. A knock out isn't going to cut it for me. I want to hear you say it. My biceps rippling as I try to squeeze you tighter into a bear hug. YT
17:56 Zack_Davis: Squeeze, Boss!
17:59 Heather_Hardin: This isn't good! The fact that you attacked before the bell and then slammed me against the apron means the start of the match hasn't gone how I wanted. However it's not the start of things that matter it's how they end! I feel your arms around my waist as you lift me up to squeeze. " Ahhhhh shit!!!" I groan feeling your biceps squeezing my waist. I know it's no use to try and break free so instead I take both forearms and go to slam them against the sides of your hear by your ears hoping the impact makes you drop me! Yt
18:07 Michelle_Pantero: I'm sneering, my arms drawing tighter and tighter. I start to taunt "I though you'd be more of a chall...." *Thwack* my ears start ringing, I drop you and fall to a knee in front of you, my equilibrium off balance for the moment. My left hand grabs at the bottom of your singlet, trying to balance myself so I can attempt to get back to my feet. YT
18:10 Heather_Hardin: Feeling those arms tighten I hear you start to taunt as my forearms land and you drop to a knee in front of me. You hand grabs the bottom of my singlet as my left hand grabs your hair. " I'll give you a challenge!" I roar out as I lift my right thigh up trying to catch you across the side of the head with my outer right thigh. Yt
18:19 Zack_Davis: *winces* ... nice move though
18:20 Michelle_Pantero: My head pulled upright by the grip of your hand in my hair. My left hand grabs at your wrist. My teeth click together, your thigh smashing into the side of my head. My other knee falls to the ground, I wobble on them infront of you. "Fuck you Bitch." I groan out. I try to throw a my right fist into your stomach, hoping to gain a few seconds to get myself together.
18:20 Michelle_Pantero: YT
18:24 Heather_Hardin: Your head pulled upright as you grip my wrist I smile as my thigh crashes with your head. Hearing you call me a bitch along with the fuck you let's me know the claws are out now. I am just about to taunt back when your right fist crashes into my stomach and I am sent stumbling back letting go of your hair. Hiss as my back touches the apron again. We still haven't even made it in the ring yet. Yt
18:41 Michelle_Pantero: The action is furious outside of the ring, and at the rate we're going, I doubt we'll ever make it inside. Pulling my feet under me, I back away a couple feet, letting my head clear. My jaw aches, if that knee would have caught me flush there's no doubt I'd be out cold on the concrete. After feeling the power your still packing, all bets are off. My chest heaves sucking in air, as I come back towards you. Both hands reaching out to try and grab your left arm, I attempt to spin and sling you into the steel ring barricades. YT
18:47 Heather_Hardin: Back and forth we go both of us wanting that golden prize that awaits the winner. The action intense as you back away getting your bearings I hold the apron getting my own. It's true all bets are off as you come to grab my left arm. You go to spin and sling me while my right hand goes to your own wrist as I twist the my left wrist to grab your arm. Trying to keep with the spin and pivot to use that momentum to reverse it instead hoping to slam you to the barricade instead. Yt
18:56 Michelle_Pantero: "ERRggg" The barrier slides backwards nearly a foot when I crash into it. My arms coming to rest across the tops on each side as I slump slightly, a twinge of pain runs up and down my back but it could have been worse if the barricades were bolted to the floor. The slide helped prevent it from being as bad as it could be. I rest against the steel, trying to sell that I'm hurt way more than I am for the moment. I keep a eye on Heather through half closed eyes, plotting my next move. YT
18:57 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: I yell from the audience, "go, Michelle!"
18:58 Night_Queen_Raevyn: "Michelle... pfft"
19:02 Heather_Hardin: The quick thinking of my pivoting worked well as I sent you hurtling towards the barricade that gets sent back almost a foot. Your body slightly slumped arms over the top this is my chance to take control of the match. Clearly your hurt I just need to add some more punishment to the pain. " Time to take you out, bitch!" I sneer as my thighs tighten and I charge towards you looking to spear you against the steel barricade. Booted feet pounding against the padded concrete of the arena floor. Heart pounding in my chest as I look to try and fold you in half! Yt
19:03 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "It seems Michelle and Raevyn don't get along," I muse to myself.
19:07 Zack_Davis: *throws popcorn at Raevyn*
19:09 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Well, Zack and Raevyn not getting along is no surprise," I also muse to myself.
19:09 Night_Queen_Raevyn: *throws an ashtray at zack*
19:10 Zack_Davis: "Owww!"
19:10 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Well, that escalated quickly!" I muse to myself while dodging flying ash and cigarette butts.
19:12 Zack_Davis: (she has good aim!) MOVE MICHELLE!!!
19:13 Night_Queen_Raevyn: Or dont move
19:13 Night_Queen_Raevyn: even better
19:14 Zack_Davis: 👅
19:17 Michelle_Pantero: Out of the corner of my eyes, I see you coming. My left hand clutches the barricade, my arm slowly tensing as you draw closer. I wait until I see your torso come down, I wait for a further split second before launching myself to the left out of the way. I see you smash head and shoulder first into the steel. Rushing over, I try to stomp down on the back of your head trying to end this here and now. YT
19:21 Heather_Hardin: Boots pounding the floor sweat flying from my hair as I rush towards you a banshee like scream erupting from me as I draw closer. This is it I got this bitch right where I want her! That is right until you move! My eyes widen as I smash shoulder and head first into the barricade, actually toppling the damn thing over. As I lay in a heap you come and slam your booted foot right at the back of my head. The lights going out for a second as I lay there. Not completely knocked out, but at least down for now the only thing to see if I am truly out is if I can make it to my feet before ten. Which as of now is anyone's guess. Yt
19:25 Michelle_Pantero: I smirk, the sound of your head bouncing off the concrete makes a dull thud. I motion to the ref, "Start counting.. this bitch is done." I crow, stalking around the edge of the apron, preening in early victory. *ONE.... TWO....* The ref starts to call.. YT
19:26 Night_Queen_Raevyn: 🙄
19:30 Heather_Hardin: The ref starts to count as I lay there groaning my hands going to my head as the count keeps on. *THREE...FOUR...FIVE* eyes flutter open as I can hear the ref now. *SIX...SEVEN...* it takes all I have to push with every once of being to get to all fours. The count hitting eight as I push up stumbling forward into the crowd a bit, but making it up right before the count of 9. I turn fully around to look at you my chest heaving from the energy expended to get to my feet. Yt
19:32 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Oof. Heather's in a bad way," I mumble to myself.
19:34 Zack_Davis: *sitting on the edge of my seat! Close one, worthy of an 'atta girl, Heather' for beating the count... Watches for Michelle's next move
03:48 Sigrid: Let's go! Kick her ass MichiePants!
03:48 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "MichiePants?" I muse to myself.
23:05 Michelle_Pantero: I hear the crowd cheering, I drink it in thinking it's for me. I climb up on the apron prepared to take ownership of my championship title. The ref points at you, I stare in disbelief. I can't believe that you made it to your feet in time. I start arguing with the ref about what was obviously a extremely slow count. I feel my anger growing by the second, fine you want some more punishment, I have tons more pain to administer to you to keep you down. I duck back through the ropes and start running down the apron. Reaching the end, I leap into the air and twist my body. Aiming for your head, I sail through the air trying to land a middle drop kick. YT
23:08 Michelle_Pantero: (missile... Effing spell check)
23:13 Heather_Hardin: The whole time I was down you moved to the ring as if already claiming a prize you feel is yours. However the ref points out I made it back to my feet. Though dazed I can see you arguing and take the chance to get my energy back. Eyes in a half slit to make it look like I am still dazed I watch as I stumble forward. I am almost to the ring when I see you rush the ropes and go for a missile drop kick. Thinking fas I move just to the side narrowly missing the blow. Yt
23:22 Michelle_Pantero: I fly through the air, smiling thinking this should do it, out of the corner of my eye, I catch you dodging to the side. The breath whooshes out of me, I can't even cry out. Even with the thin mats I land like a ton of bricks on my back and shoulders. Raising up instinctively, my left arm holds me, while my right arm goes behind my back, trying to rub away some of the pain. My stomach is heaving attempting to gain back some of the air that was knocked out of me. YT
23:25 Zack_Davis: Uh ohhh
23:26 Sigrid: Get up!
23:27 Heather_Hardin: As you fly through the air towards me I move and I can see the slightest bit of panic on your face. You land hard on your back and shoulder and raise your left to hold you while your right goes to your back. This is my chance to take the fight from you as I drop to one knee and go to grab your side making sure your back is facing me. I go to drive my right knee into your back. One hand going to your neck the other to your leg closest to me. Yanking back as hard as I can trying to go for a modified bow and arrow hold. " Gonna make you fucking scream out those words bitch!" I snarl like a woman possessed. Yt
23:43 Zack_Davis: 😳
23:44 Rachel_Simms: Come on Michelle...
00:10 Michelle_Pantero: The pain in my back blossoms into full blown agony. My body bending in a way it just shouldn't go, a thin line of saliva drips from my lips as I try to breath deep. "Fuuuuccccckkk you, bitch." I croak out, struggling in your grasp. My right elbow pistons backwards, trying to slam into your rib cage to get you off me. My free leg kicks hoping to unbalance you, I hear a loud crash as my foot connects with a folding chair. YT
00:16 Heather_Hardin: With my hand on your neck and one on your leg I pull as hard as I can. I hear you croak out telling me to fuck off. " Bitch! Say it! Say you fucking quit!" I snarl going to pull again hard just as your elbow pistons backwards and drives into my rib cage! I don't let go, but I do pull forward a bit my grip loosening as I can't quiet keep the pull back. Yt
00:38 Zack_Davis: Beating the daylights outta each other 🤕
00:39 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: That's what they agreed to. Their hatred of each other is abundant.
00:40 Terry_Starr: Seems that way! I told you all this match was gonna be fireworks!
00:58 Michelle_Pantero: I feel your grip lesson around my neck, allowing me a sip of air to help reenergize me. But it's still not enough. Though hazy eye's I lock onto the steel chair. My free foot kicks at it, my heel dragging it closer to my waiting hands. My right fingers stretch out, pulling my body forward into a shallow tucked position. I grasp a leg and pull it closer until my left hand can get a hold of the other leg. "HHIIYYAA!" I howl, snapping the seat of the folded chair to where I believe the top of your head is. YT
01:02 Heather_Hardin: Eyes locked in on you while you are still stretched a bit. I try to pull back as you reach for the chair but I am too slow. You hands grip the chair and you go snapping it back towards my face! Letting go of your neck and foot my hands come up just in time to soften the blow. The chair still smashes against my forehead and knocks me down to my back. However my hands protected the majority of my face as I lay on my back clutching my head rolling to the side near the ring apron seeing a kendo stick just jutting out away from my reach for now. Yt
01:04 Terry_Starr: Holy shit!!! Michelle tried to cave Heather's head in!!!
01:13 Michelle_Pantero: Finally free, I roll to the side getting to my hands and knees. My stomach undulates as I pant, this match is taking it's toll on me, but what would you expect with the stakes so high. Raising up to my knees, I knee walk forward, dragging the chair along with me. Getting within range, I lift the chair high above my head. "YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED DOWN HEATHER!!" I scream. Yanking my arms forward I try to smash the chair into your stomach. YT
01:18 Heather_Hardin: My head swimming from the damn chair shot I open my eyes to see the kendo stick. Reaching as far as I can I just barely catch it when you reach me. You go to pull me from my side as i just catch the stick. Yanking the stick free right as you go to slam the chair into my stomach I swing the kendo stick up as hard as I can trying to catch your forehead! The impact of the chair shot to my stomach knocks all the air out of my lungs. At this point I am just hoping a praying the kendo stick connected with your head or I am in serious trouble. Yt
01:26 Zack_Davis: Brutal!
01:28 Sigrid: Yeow…
01:30 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Will the kendo stick connect!? Will Michelle be knocked for a loop!? Will Heather find a way out of this situation!? Stay tuned to find out! Same Bat Time! Same Bat Channel!" I quietly muse to myself.
01:31 Michelle_Pantero: *CRRAACK* I see stars, my vision swimming when the kendo stick nearly cracks in half when it meets my skull. The chair falls from my hands, I can feel a warm trickle running down my face. I lift a hand to it and stare at my crimson fingertips. Dumbfounded I blankly keep looking before falling over to my side. My head ringing, I can vaguely make out the sound of the ref counting. *ONE.... TWO...*. YT
01:36 Heather_Hardin: The impact from the chair shot does roll me to my side again. However you aren't near me as the kendo stick cracks along your skull. My body aches as this match has already taken a lot out of me and yet still we haven't even touched the ring! This isn't a match it's a full blown fight! I can hear the ref counting on *THREE...FOUR...* I roll again from my side to my belly away from you that kendo still in my grasp as I try to push to my knees. The count still going unless we both get to our feet. Yt
01:37 Terry_Starr: Brutal! Blood in the water! I don't think they are even close to done yet though
01:45 Michelle_Pantero: My head slowly clearing, I make out *FIVE.* pulling my knees into my chest, I can hear the faint pitter patter of blood drops falling from my scalp. I growl to myself, willing my body on, to fight past the pain. *SIX* is called out. My arms tremble as I get back to my base, I have no idea if your up or down, I just know I have to beat the count. YT
01:50 Heather_Hardin: My chest aches as well as my stomach from the chair shot. Still I can't let the gold slip from my grasp. Not when I am so close. I look to see you fighting the pain as I get to my knees. The ref at *SEVEN* I push up fully to my feet almost tripping forward only to catch myself. Knowing I need to try and take you out I hold the kendo stick and stalk towards you looking to try and crack it against your ribs if I can. Yt
01:58 Michelle_Pantero: *WHUUMMPP* My body folds over the kendo stick, my arms give out under me. I press my forehead into the ground, smearing streaks of red over my face as I writhe in pain. My feet kick at the concrete. I can hear the countdown restart. *ONE.... TWO.... THREE..* My breathing ragged, each breath hurts as I suck it down. YT
02:01 Heather_Hardin: The kendo stick lands and you press your forehead to the ground in pain. " STAY DOWN BITCH! THAT TITLE IS MINE!" I snarl stepping back towards the ring, the kendo stick still in hand. I just need you to stay down for the count and that title is mine. The thing I have grasped for for so long ever closer to my grasp. Yt
02:16 Michelle_Pantero: *FOUR* I work my arms under me. *FIVE* Pushing myself back up onto my hands and knees. *SIX* I hear your taunts and see red, adrenaline floods my body. "YOU'LL NEVER HAVE THAT BELT, BITCH." I scream. *SEVEN* The combination of rage and sheer force of will spur me on. *EIGHT* My legs are shaking as I force myself upwards, stumbling backwards I rest for a moment against the barricade before pushing myself off. I raise my fists and glare at you swaying back and forth. "COME GET IT BITCH." I growl. YT
02:21 Heather_Hardin: As the ref counts on I watch as you steadily push. You push yourself to get up by seven and then fully at eight. You rest against the barricade and get those hands up really for us to go again. I look to the kendo again and though I know I should keep it up. The smallest bit of respect for you shines as I toss the kendo into the ring and get my hands up. " Let's dance bitch!" I hiss as you sway and I step forward looking to throw a hard right towards your bleeding forehead. Yt
02:29 Michelle_Pantero: My vision improving by the second I see the fist coming like a Thor's hammer, leaning to the left, my unsteady state actually assists me. I hear it whistle by my ear. If she thought I was dumb enough to go toe to toe she must be crazy. I lean backwards, my right foot coming off the ground. I thrust it forward, trying to heel kick you into your stomach and force you closer to the ring apron. YT
02:30 Sigrid: Let’s go! Kick her again!
02:32 Heather_Hardin: As I step in and swing that unsteady state helps you out as you lean left avoiding my blow. Your right foot comes up hard the hell slamming into my belly and driving me against the ring apron again. The air out of my lungs I bend over a bit hair draped over my face sweat pouring off of me. Yt
02:42 Michelle_Pantero: My face is a mask of red and white, my grin evil when I look at your hunched form leaning against the apron. My skin is glistening under the hot lights, step in closer nearly falling to my knees before I get in range. I pull back my right foot for another hard kick to your abs, determined to stomp the fight out of you. YT
02:45 Heather_Hardin: Hair draped over a bit I still can see you as I huff the hair from my face. As I do you aim another hard kick for my abs. With a roar of anger and determination I catch your kick just before it lands against my ribs. Holding your leg with my hands I shake my head! " Try again!" I snarl brining my left foot up trying to kick at the back of your right leg that I am holding. Yt
02:52 Michelle_Pantero: I hop on my left leg, the toe of your boot digging deep into the back of my right thigh. I can feel the muscle almost immediately starting to swell. I need to end this quickly before I'm hobble. My hips drop down as I crouch slightly, my left leg pushes off the ground as hard as I can forcing myself into the air, I twist my hips, snapping my left foot in a arc. I try to connect with the side of your skull with aEnziguri style kick. YT
02:53 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "What a marvelous counter attempt," I muse to myself.
02:55 Heather_Hardin: My boot lands into the back of your thigh and I watch as you dip a bit. I go to yank your leg back up, but that's when you leap. You snap that left foot in an arc and the side of your boot catches the side of my head making me drop your foot. The blow sends me flipping and landing hard on the matted concrete. Yt
02:59 Terry_Starr: "Dude these two are going at it until the wheels fall off." Nudges Roland as I sit next to him watching the match*
03:00 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Oh, absolutely. We're gonna have to call AAA at this rate," I reply.
03:01 Michelle_Pantero: I fall hard to the concrete. "Uunnngg." I groan, my body protesting every movement now. I pull myself up to my feet, leaning heavily on the ring apron to maintain my balance. I spot you laying there as the ref starts to count. Evil thoughts run through my head, I don't want a count out, I want to hear it. Hobbling closer, I reach down to grab your hair. Attempting to pull you to your feet, I want to get you into the ring, so everyone can see you scream out your submission to me. YT
03:05 Heather_Hardin: That kick to the side of my head makes me taste copper as my head lands against the concrete. Head pounding I can vaguely hear the ref counting. Still at this point I don't know how much more I can go. You grab my hair and I can't do much just pulled up to my feet dazed a bit. Blood leaking from my lip as you have blood leaking from you forehead. Leaning on you a bit I breath heavily wondering just what more do I have left to give. Yt
03:08 Terry_Starr: "I think they both might be running on fumes. It's gonna come down to who wants it more, my friend." I reply back
03:11 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Oh, absolutely! Is it the Kaotic Kat or Hard Hittin' Hardin? Hard Hittin' Heather Hardin? Quadruple-H? Hmm... it's kinda catchy," I reply and go on a tangent.
03:13 Michelle_Pantero: You come up, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one leaving blood on the floor. Working my way to your side, I dip down to grab your thighs, my right leg nearly buckles as I lift you up. Groaning with the exertion, I sit you down on the apron and move to swing your legs up to the edge so I can roll you inside the ropes. Yt
03:17 Heather_Hardin: As I lean you dip to the side and grab my thighs. You go to lift and i feel a little give as you slip a bit. However you get me up to sit on the apron before rolling me in. I go with the roll and roll towards the middle of the ring. Low and behold as I roll into center of the ring where do I land. Right next to that kendo I threw in. My right hand just barely touches it as I lay there my chest heaving heavily. Yt
03:21 Terry_Starr: "Either way both of these ladies are gonna be feeling this match in the morning."
03:22 Roland_The_Dissector_Sutherland: "Oh, easily and longer than that. The 2nd day will be hell on Earth for them. Stiff muscles, aches, pains, trouble walking, sleeping, and I'm sure they'd do it all over again for the gold!" I reply.
03:25 Michelle_Pantero: I slowly clamper up the apron. Using the bottom rope to give me the extra ummp to make it inside. I roll under the bottom rope, and get on my hands and knees. I know my right leg won't support me anymore. You've taken away some of my best submission holds with that kick. I crawl forward coming up on your left side. I'm panting, the tank nearly empty as I reach for your left wrist. "Your.. go..ing to scr..eam for meee.. bitch." I snarl. I start to try and move your arm into position for the anaconda vice. YT
03:31 Heather_Hardin: Thankfully the amount of time it takes for you to get back in ring from that kick to you leg gives me time to breath. Still laid out in the center of the ring I grip that kendo as tight as I can. You come to my left side and go to grab my wrist. "NOT...IF...I...HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY... ABOUT IT!" I snarl as you go to move my arm I pull you in close and try to flip you on top of me. As I do I wrap my legs around yours trying to get you in a grapevine. My right still hold the kendo comes up around your throat as I try to let go of your wrist with my left and grab the kendo. My goal to locking a grapevine while choking you out. Yt
03:38 Sigrid: Look out Michelle! She's got a stick!
03:39 Michelle_Pantero: I misjudged you completely, it seems you still have something left. My right leg has no strength in it, so it's easily caught. My left leg struggles to keep you from getting the complete grapevine in. I grab at the kendo stick with both hands, glaring into your eyes as we fight for control of it. "YOU AIN'T SHIT" I hiss through clenched teeth, my biceps ripple as I try to bash the stick into your face, hoping to stun you so I can roll us. YT
03:42 Heather_Hardin: Wrapping my legs around yours I feel your right has no strength left. Your left still struggles as you grab at the stick trying to force it out of my grasp. " NO! THAT BELT IS MINE!" I shriek as you try to bash the stick and I move my head just enough for the stick to miss. With a surge of energy I yank the stick trying to jab it against your temple hoping the blow dazes you so I can lock in my choke again. Yt
03:44 Sigrid: Look ou... err.. nevermind.
03:47 Michelle_Pantero: *THUMP* A hollow dull sound echoes in my ears. The end of the stick opens up a new gash in my head. My eyes cross and vision dims for a moment. My hands fall off the stick. "Biiiitttcchh." I croak out, trying to collect myself. YT
03:52 Heather_Hardin: There is a sick thump as the stick lands. Thats it! That has to be it! I hear you croak out and my hands go back to gripping that kendo hard across your neck. Pulling and shaking the hard as I can I grit my teeth. " SAY IT BITCH! SAY IT OR I'LL CHOKE YOU THE FUCK OUT!" I shriek feeling the gold so close I can taste it. Yt
03:59 Michelle_Pantero: "GAAAACCKKK." I can feel the pressure bearing down on my throat. My legs caught, the stunning shot have you all the opening you needed. My eyes glitter in anger as I stare back at you. I open my mouth spit leaking down the corner of my mouth as I try to inhale. I hear your words and my face turns up into a silent snarl. My mouth snaps shut, I'll be choked out before I give you the satisfaction of ever hearing my utter those words. As a final desperate ploy, I take a weak swipe at your face with my right claw. Yt
04:04 Heather_Hardin: Pouring as much pressure as I can I pull as hard as I can. Stretching my legs as far as they can to had the pressure on your grapevined legs. Your mouth snaps shut as you refuse to give me what I want. Closing my eyes I grit harder down on my teeth as I feel your desperate plow. Your nails scratching at my face weakly. I have given too much to be left empty handed. I refuse to give up this hold. I refuse to let you win. I REFUSE TO LEAVE WITHOUT GOLD!!!! I squeeze as hard as I can muscles as tense as I can get them. Yt
04:06 Michelle_Pantero: My throat closes up. My right hand falls against the mat. I start to tremble in your grasp as I go light headed. I keep my eyes locked with yours, my anger and a promise of revenge shining forth even as my eyelids flutter and close. YT
04:09 Heather_Hardin: "ASK HER REF! ASK THE BITCH IF SHE QUITS!" I shriek out again with shrill scream. Your eyes fluttering I know how close I am I just need to push further I need to keep up. " Fucking give it!" I squeeze pouring every last bit that I have into it. Every single bit!! Yt
04:11 Sigrid: I grimace, watching, head shaking, "Michelle..."
04:16 Michelle_Pantero: I can't focus, I can't breathe. Everything is swimming. I feel the ref lift my arm, it slaps down to the mat. Waiting for a moment, he lifts it again, twice it falls. He waits another couple of seconds before lifting my arm for the third time. I summon everything I've got, *Stay up.. don't let this Bitch beat you* I tell myself.. SLAP... My arm smacks the canvas for a final time. The ref motions for the bell to be rang, ending the match. YT
04:21 Heather_Hardin: I can feel you getting weaker, but I can't take any chances. The ref comes and check to see how you are. He lifts your hand and it drops once. Then a second time my heart beats hard in my chest as it's lifted a third time. Your hand drops and the ref calls for the bell. The bell rings as I keep the hold locked in only for the ref to tell me to let go. I do and shove you off of me. Tears in my eyes! I did it! I FUCKING DID IT! I earned the gold I had pushed myself to the limit for! Rolling to my knees the ref hands me the title and I look to it tears pouring before looking to you. You gave me a hell of a fight and though I feel our story isn't done I have nothing but respect for the match you gave me. Yt
04:23 Sigrid: Applauds politely, looking a bit concernedly at Michelle.
04:29 Michelle_Pantero: I lay on the mats, everything slowly coming back into focus. I can hear the applause and cheers for you, the new champion. My own tears fall, as I collect myself. Rolling to my hands and knees, I drag myself to my feet. It was a helluva a match and I left everything I had on the mats. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. On still shaking legs, I walk forward and offer you my hand. "Enjoy it while you can, Heather. I'm coming for that belt." YT
04:31 Heather_Hardin: Hearing the cheers, applause and some boos I pull myself to my feet. As I do I see you getting to yours. You start to walk to me and at first I am a little worried you might attack. Instead you offer me your hand. With the title over my shoulder I take your hand and shake it pulling you in for a hug. " I wouldn't have it any other way, Michelle." Yt
04:33 Michelle_Pantero: I return your hug as best I can, I give you a knowing smile and lift your arm high so you can enjoy your moment of glory.
04:35 Heather_Hardin: You lift my arm high and I look to you again. Still holding my newly won belt I point to you as you hold my hand up. I pull you in for one more hug before pulling away. Holding my title up to the crowd really to celebrate. End

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