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16:36 Paul_Job: I am ready for action while i stand in the locker room. I hear my music, a punk-rock tune. I go out on stage, black shorts, yellow tshit and high sneakers. I ride a skateboard towards the ring, do a pair or skills on the ramp and then i enter in the ring. The announcer introduces me "From Italy, 173cm and 68kg, please welcome Paul Job". The crowd is electrified by my entrance. I take off my shirt, throw it to a girl in the audience and raise my fists to greet the fans. Then, as my music fades, I settle in my corner
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01:55 SweetMisty: The arena goes quiet after Paul has made his entrance. Suddenly "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" by Cyndi Lauper starts blaring over the speaker system. Pacing just on the other side of the entrance curtain I hear that my entrance music start. It's time to shake out the nerves and defend that title. No pressure! I part the curtain with a sweep of my arm and dance out into the entrance aisle. As I go I do a few twirls letting my streaming ribbons twirl around my body. "Making her way to the ring, she is the OPCW World Champion, from Oxford, England, at 5'10" and 125 lbs. She's England's very own sweetheart... SWEEEEEEEETTTTT MISTY!" Some of the people in the crowd hold out their hand and I give them high fives as I dance by. I flash my dazzling smile to everyone as I make my way down.
01:56 SweetMisty: I do a circuit around the ring dancing and giving out some more high fives before I climb onto the apron of the ring. My tush sits on the middle rope and I look out at everyone before sliding through into the squared circle. Going to my corner I immediately climb the turnbuckles and scream out at the crowd and raise one fist in the air before leaping down. My smile lights and the crowd is going wild! This is the main event of the night and they are so ready for it. I look over at Paul in his corner and wonder if he is as ready.

11:15 Paul_Job: I smile as you enter. I want to give the impression that I'm comfortable even though I'm in the main event and have a chance to become OPCW World Champion. I move my arms, I'm standing in my corner while the referee carries out the last checks. I'm tense, I look at the champion belt and imagine it around my waist. "Let's hurry!" I say and quiver to start the match

12:43 SweetMisty: Stepping to the centre of the ring I unhook the belt from around my waist and hold it up before passing it to the referee. My hands toss my hair over my shoulders and I just look to you smiling. “Hey! Good luck!” is all I manage before the referee signals for the bell! DING DING DING! With that I stay to circle to the left… my arms up and ready as we size each other up.

09:46 Paul_Job: I am concentrated, I follow all the procedures carefully. The referee takes the belt and gives it to an official at ringside. I want to win that damn title. Then the gong rings, I focus on you. I am tense but focused. I take a series of steps forward and when I'm close enough I raise my arms to try to clinch you to the neck and elbow for a test of strength

15:04 SweetMisty: My eyes are narrowed watching you as we test each other… stepping in then out to see our reactions. You get that look in your eyes that tells me we’re going to go for it so I shake out my wrists and meet you halfway! Our boots stomp on the mat and we come together in an elbow and neck clinch. Sliding my hand down to your wrist I try to twist to the side and really wring that arm… looking to lift it up and get it locked in place… holding the wrist.

10:39 Paul_Job: You take my hand, my flashlight. You show right away that you know how to fight. It is no coincidence that he is the world champion belt. I want that belt. I react immediately and lift one foot to try a heel kick towards your knee

19:22 SweetMisty: I turn and start to put that arm I grabbed into a bar when your boot thrashes out and hits my knee! "Awwwww!" That knocks the support out from under me and my knee slams to the canvas. I keep hold of your wrist and... try to improvise a bit. Giving that wrist a sharp tug toward me I look to pull you toward me and then twist to snap you around and over trying to arm drag your back on the canvas!

15:19 Paul_Job: You put your knee on the mat and then you throw me. I resist and try not to get pulled. I put my left foot on the ground and then with my right foot I try to kick your shoulder "Release my arm!" I scream as I attack

13:07 SweetMisty: Your foot comes in for my arm and connects. That's enough to get me to lose my grip as I take a few stumbling steps back. It's early days in this match and both of us are pretty fresh so... I need to take some of the starch out of you. I shake my arm again after that right kick and start to walk backward before letting myself fall into the ropes. Springing back I come at you bringing a forearm up to try and smash it into your chest.. just to get your attention.

17:00 Paul_Job: I smile and wink after my kick to your shoulder. I want to make you understand right away that you don't mess around with me and that I'm very motivated to win. You bounce off the ropes and run towards me with your outstretched arm to punch me in the chest. I am alert and still cool to easily avoid your attack. I bend down and let your arm pass under my head. Then I bend over and hook your leg with one arm. I roll onto the mat and try to pull you down to pin you with a quick roll up
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12:43 SweetMisty: The ref swings around and goes low to count. “1…” That’s as far as he got before I kick out. Rolling to the side I try to snag your head in a front face lock to slow this down and grind some of that energy out if you. I lean in… pressing my upper body down on your back to make you use more energy to rise.

14:33 Paul_Job: My surprise pin attempt lasts just over a second. You are still fresh and you can immediately free yourself by rolling to the side. You grab my head and push me, but I still try to plant my feet on the mat and get up dragging you to your feet too

14:37 SweetMisty: I growl as you push your way up... planting your feet and forcing your way up whilst I give you resistance. It's ok... it took some energy from you to power through that and that is what I wanted. With your head in a lock in front of me I bring a knee up once... then twice looking to soften you up a bit more and make this as difficult as I can.

15:05 Paul_Job: I struggle, but I manage to get up. But you immediately hit me with two knees to the body and make me bend over. I bend over and place my hands on your hips trying to push you towards the corner

15:07 SweetMisty: My knee is about to come back up for a third time but your hands stop that from happening. Using your weight you force me back into the corner until my back presses into the buckles there. I'm pinned but not helpless as I raise my right arm up and attempt to crash an elbow into your back.

15:12 Paul_Job: I push you into the corner and after your back slams into the turnbackle you elbow me between the shoulder blades. I feel a lot of pain and a knee falls on the mat. I don't want to let go, I hug your legs and then, planting my foot on the ground, I try to lift you up to put your ass on the highest turnback in the corner. Immediately after I try to hit you in the face with a right slap to stun you just enough to think about my next move.

00:57 SweetMisty: You crumble down to one knee and that gets me thinking I am wearing this guy down but then... "H-HEY!" You lift me right up and plant my butt right on the top turnbuckle. Next thing I know my left cheek is slapped hard enough that it turns my head to the side. Instead of stunning me... it gets me a lot more angry. "WHAT!?", is all I can get out when I grab the ropes with my hands and hoist my legs up... looking to pull them up and over your shoulders to get you into a headscissors as I hold on to the ropes.

01:04 Paul_Job: I settle on the top turnbackle to prepare my next move, then slap you to knock you out, but you're quick. Your long legs come to my head and take me in a scissor. I'm surprised. I place my hands on your thighs and force myself to try and open them

01:06 SweetMisty: My thighs bulge even as you try to muscle my legs apart. I want you to feel this one... as my shapely legs frame your head nicely. I can't quite get them locked in as you offer resistance a little sooner than I imagined however... even a loose scissors from my legs can be effective. I try to hold on.. the ropes and my legs the only things keeping me up here. "HUUUHHH!", I grunt out as I try to pour the pressure on.

01:09 Paul_Job: Your thighs crush my head. They are hard as marble. I have to react or risk succumbing. I let myself fall backwards as I lift my knees to my chest. I try to grab your thighs and pull you down with me so that your back collides with my exposed knees

01:12 SweetMisty: My legs relax and the crowd is going wild at this point as they think perhaps... perhaps... this is an important moment in the match. My teeth are gritted and I gather myself for another squeeze when... you suddenly fall back and take my legs with you. I try to hold on to the ropes but they slip through my fingers. This propels me down and right into your waiting knees as you land on the mat. "GAAAAAHHHHH!!!" My back arches right over your knees and my scissors goes slack and untangles from around your neck. My body rolls to the right as my left hand comes around to grab at my lower back... where your knees impacted me.

01:15 Paul_Job: My attempt succeeds. You hit your back on my knees and leave me. I put a hand around my neck and roll sideways, away from where you are. I hold on to the lowest rope, I snort and cough. I slowly try to stand up. I'm watching you, I just took a good break

01:18 SweetMisty: I roll further away and get to my knees still clutching my back... trying to rub some feeling back into it. My eyes scan the ring to find you recovering as well... my scissors having done more to you than perhaps I thought which stopped you from following up. Lucky me! I get back to my feet and stretch my back out a bit more. "Ok... I can see we both want this. Come on now... come get it..." Moving toward the centre of the ring I beckon for you before crouching down in a ready position.

01:22 Paul_Job: I look at you "I'm coming!". I've recovered slightly from the scissor, ready to attack. I run towards you and when I'm close enough, I raise my arm for a clothsline, but it's a feint. I don't stop my run and I pass next to you, I keep running, I bounce against the ropes and then I come back to you to attack you

01:26 SweetMisty: The ring thunders as you start to run toward me and I see that arm come out. Reacting I duck under the feint clothesline and start running the other way to bounce into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring from you. We're running toward each other now and you look ready to attack as I am. Leaping in the air I try to land a dropkick on you just as you are starting your attack.

01:31 Paul_Job: You sprint to the opposite side, we run towards each other. I get ready to attack you running, I jump to connect with a cross body but you get ahead of me, you're faster. While I'm in the air you hit me with both feet in the chest. You take my breath away. I collapse onto the mat on my side. I put my hands to my chest and gasp to the floor in pain

18:24 SweetMisty: My boots hit something solid and the ribbons in my hair and on my sides follow me to the mat as I land on my front in a controlled manner. Looking over my shoulder I see that you are hurt! You went for a cross body and that was just unfortunate and lucky for me! My boots found your chest and stopped your momentum to drop you like a sack of potatoes on the mat before you writhe around in pain. Getting back to my feet I stalk over seeing an opportunity. Reaching down I grab that long hair and 'help' you to your feet. "Come on Paul. Rise and shine!", I taunt out to you as I try to get you to rise to your feet.

12:38 Paul_Job: I'm sore on the ground. I roll and moan. Mine was a near suicidal attempt and my chest crashed into your boots. Now I pay the consequences of my rash move. I hear your words as you grab my hair and pull me up. I drop to one knee, then stand up bent over. I immediately try to react with an elbow in the abdomen, more to gain time than to really hurt you

14:42 SweetMisty: My smile says it all. I know you are hurt and if I can just keep this going perhaps I can ride this momentum to my first title defence. You are slow to get up.. not a problem in my eyes. It just means you are that much more hurt from what happened. I can't claim that was all according to plan though. Lucky that you went for a cross body when I went for a dropkick. More I chose rock and you chose scissors and... that was that. As I think on this your elbow reminds me that I need to focus as it forces some air out of my system and bends me forward a bit! "HUUHHHH!" I do indeed pause there for a moment but then roughly pull your head into my side and try to drop my back to the canvas while my free hand slapping your back looking to bring you along for the ride in a DDT!
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15:17 Paul_Job: The blow I give to your stomach makes me breathe for a few seconds, but then you immediately grab my head and pull me down. My forehead hits the mat. I remain stunned, lying on my chest with my arms outstretched and my face on the ground.

01:26 SweetMisty: Sitting there and taking in a breath I look down seeing you sprawled out on the mat. Good time as any to check the temperature so to speak and see what you have left in you. My body presses down on yours and I hook a leg letting the ref slide into position to start a pin count!

10:20 Paul_Job: You pin me and pull my leg. The referee counts ONE... I am quite stunned, tired. But i'm not done. I hear the second slam on the mat TWO. I would like to have some other time to recover my energy, but i have not. I raise my right hand and shoulder from the mat to let the ref stop the count. I'm in trouble, but at least i'm still alive

10:26 SweetMisty: The slaps of those hands count to 2 and I think... maybe this is it! Maybe I have him! Suddenly you roll your right shoulder and raise it enough to stop the count. Slapping the mat in frustration I sit up to maneuver around to grab that right hand. "Not done yet Paul? Come on up..." Slowly I start to urge you to get up by pulling your arm. Come on.... just a bit more up and I think I can put you on dream street. My eyes turn to the crowd who are roaring and cheering the action in the ring instead of watching you.

10:30 Paul_Job: You complain, but my move happened before THREE. You grab my arm and pull me. I am forced to stand up although I am very tired. I don't put up much resistance. But as soon as I'm up I notice that you are looking at the audience. I try to take advantage of your distraction and lift one foot to hit you in the abdomen

10:47 SweetMisty: I'm not even halfway paying attention as I think... yeah you are done. Barely rolling that shoulder... it is only going to take another big move and I think you will be done. When your foot finds my tummy I fold over forward with a "HUUUHHHH!" My hands leave your arm and wrap around my stomach protectively as I take a few stumbling steps back away from you.

10:51 Paul_Job: My attempt at a reaction worked. I stagger but I see that after the kick in the abdomen you stagger. I look at you, I take a step forward, I put my left foot on the ground and I lift my right foot trying to hit you on the chin with a super kick

10:56 SweetMisty: My mouth works as I let the pain fade from my soft middle. Gradually I unfold and lift back up to grimace at you. "You just don't know when to qui-!!!!" All I see is the bottom of your foot for a split second before my chin is just nailed squarely! My head snaps back and for a moment it looks like I'm going to be out on my feet before.... like a cut tree I fall backward to slam down onto the canvas with a CRASH! My arms and legs spread out as my chest works up and down... my eyes rolling in my head a bit.

11:04 Paul_Job: I hit you, you fall backwards. I throw myself on the ground with you. My legs struggle to hold me up. I fall to the ground next to you. I rotate with my chest on yours and cover you to try to pin you. Waiting for the referee to start counting

11:06 SweetMisty: The referee slides into place to see my shoulders down and raises their hand in one smooth motion. "1!" My head rolls from side to side as I vaguely feel the slap of a hand on the mat next to me. "2!" That second slap on the mat is near my ear and kind of brings me to my senses. I feel your weight on top of me and... and.. I'm in a match! In the corner of my eye I see a hand up in the air and just... react. It's my turn this time to roll my right shoulder and raise my arm up off the ground. "N-nooo!", I gasp out.

11:13 Paul_Job: You raise your arm and the referee stops the count. I was really hoping that I could win with my superkick. My disappointment lasts a second. I have an intuition. I grab your raised arm and pull it to rotate you across your chest. I try to put your arm between my legs and block it. I cross my hands over your face and try to pull your head back applying a crossface
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11:16 SweetMisty: I gasp out a breath and stare up at the hot lights for a moment when my arm is tugged and pulled. Wait... just need... a moment... With a groan I am dragged onto my front and feel my arm locked in place in some way. I can't see it. When your hands come around the front of my face and start to pull back my left arm flies up into the air waving around. "UNNNNNN!!! NNNUUUHHHHH!!!" My feet kick behind you on the mat and the ref is right there checking on me... wanting to know if I give up.

11:20 Paul_Job: I manage to trap you in my crossface, a move that has already given me some satisfaction in the past. I scream as I put all my strength into it. I hear the crowd cheering, because they understand that the match could be at a turning point. I arch my back, throw my head back and stretch my legs so you don't free your arm. "Submit" I yell

11:27 SweetMisty: I scream out as you pour on the pressure. The referee asking, "What do you say Misty!? What do you say!?" I shake my head and pull on my right arm a bit but it is locked in solid! My back is starting to feel that pressure as my vertebrae in along my neck are stretched to their limit. I feel your hair just touching my back and... with my left hand I reach back and around... fingers clawing and grabbing for that feeling. Looking to try and take hold of your hair to try and pull you to the side.

11:32 Paul_Job: I feel that I have you in my grip, I want to make you fall and I shoot with all my strength. Suddenly, though, I feel my hair grabbing. You pull my head back, I feel excruciating pain. I can't hold you and my arms fall away from your face. I spread my legs. "Hey, referee!" I scream as you hold a strand of hair in your hand. I extend an arm and then try to hit your cheek with my forearm to force you to release me "Let me go, bitch!"

11:36 SweetMisty: My fingers twirl around your lock of hair that I manage to grab! I lifeline really as I wasn't sure how much more I could take there before your hands fall away. I groan as my front falls back to the mat before lifting myself. With you focused on my hairpull I jerk my right arm free from your legs as well. At this time is when the ref starts to count for my illegal move and I do indeed let go more so I can flip over under you. It's at that moment your forearm comes in and smashes across my chest stunting my moment! "UGGHHHH!!!" Air is thrown from my lungs but I try to place my hands on your chest and push you off and away from me.

11:39 Paul_Job: I hit you, you let go of my hair, I roll to the opposite side and then I get on my knees. I touch my head with my hands, it hurts. I shake my head and look at you "You're not worthy of being a champion, you're just a fucking catfighter!". Then I slowly stand up, take a breath and look at you.

11:45 SweetMisty: Your weight rolls away from me and I roll the other way myself... getting to my knees and looking over to where you have gone. I hear you... and it burns me up. Just a catfighter? JUST A CATFIGHTER!? My eyes stare daggers at you now as I get back up to my feet. "Just a catfighter!? Let's see if you think that once I have you pleading to get out of this ring after I knock you silly!" With that I bounce off the ropes and come back at you. My left arm comes out... but its a feint... instead I go low and slide looking to either go by you or even through your legs to the outside of the ring with my hands trying to grab your ankles. If I manage it... I'll try to pull your legs out from under you so you fall to the mat!

11:47 Paul_Job: I take your feint. I duck to avoid your arm, but you slide under me. I feel grabbed by the legs, pull them before I can turn around. I fall forward, hit my chest and face on the ground. My chest bounces off the mat and I get down on all fours. I touch my chin with one hand. I look around, I don't understand where are you

11:52 SweetMisty: I've slid right under the ropes and to the outside of the ring keeping hold of your ankles. With a growl I attempt to yank your ankles toward me to slide you out of the ring and onto your feet. When and if you get there I'll waste no time in giving you a knife edge chop right across that bare chest of yours. "HYA!"

11:56 Paul_Job: You pull me and drag me out of the ring. I put my feet on the ground and immediately turn around. But I don't have time to see you that I get hit with a chop in the chest. The sound of your slap echoes throughout the arena along with my scream of pain. I put my hands on my chest and try to move sideways to get away from you

12:02 SweetMisty: Stalking after you as you move away I roll my neck as I am still feeling the effects of your crossface not too long ago. My hands raise up and come down to grab your hair and I keep you moving in the direction you were going... encouraging you as I pull and tug at your hair to keep your momentum going. "Catfighter!", I snarl as I look to the steel post we are coming up on. With a scream I look to pull you up and smash you forehead first into that unforgiving steel.

12:07 Paul_Job: I stagger away, but you grab me from behind, still by the hair. You bring my face against the steel post. I just have time to raise my hands to protect my face. I can only partially absorb the impact. The hands slam against the pole and I, after a rotation with the torso, lose my balance and fall to the ground

12:11 SweetMisty: The referee starts the count as we are both outside the ring. "1....2..." I can barely hear it though as I'm just concentrating on you. You who dared to call me out and insult me! You fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes after hitting the post which gives me a moment to take a breath. I'm sweating all over but I need to keep you from recovering as well. Slipping down to the floor I look to tangle my legs around your neck... trying to quickly lock in a figure four headscissors to keep you from getting your wits about you again. "Who's a catfighter now huh!?"

12:15 Paul_Job: I'm on the ground, I hear the referee in the distance who counts. We're out of the ring, so you surprise me even more when you tie your legs around my neck and apply a figure 4. I squirm, I can't breathe, I move my arms like a maniac. Then I try to hit your knees hoping you loosen the grip. The ref yells 3...4....5....

12:20 SweetMisty: I try to wrench my legs a bit tighter just as I lock in the figure four. I can't make you give out here but... I can wear you down a bit. The ref keeps counting as well. "6....7..." Your strike comes then and hits my knees loosening the hold. I cry out and pull my legs out from around you before kicking at you.. wanting you away from me. I start to get to my feet but that hit to my knees slows me down... grabbing at the side of the ring and looking to beat the count... trying to get back in before disaster strikes.

12:23 Paul_Job: Finally loosen your grip. My vision has blurred. You blocked the oxygen supply to my brain for several seconds. But luckily you're not quick, and as you try to get away from me I sit up and grab your pantie. I cling to it to hold you. "You won't win by count out like a lame catfighter." I don't want to get you in the ring and if I can't win, at least I don't want to lose. The referee continues to count 8....9...

12:28 SweetMisty: "GAH!" Something tugs me back and suddenly my hands are scrambling to grab at the ring siding. I can't quite get a purchase and I slip back down to the floor on top of you. "What are you doing!?", I demand before getting tangled up with you again as the referee brings their arm down and yells out "10!"

12:34 Paul_Job: The ring bells. There is no one in the ring. Only the referee, who decrees a double count out. You come at me, I fall to the ground. I'm exhausted. In the general chaos it's like I've lost, because despite being unbeaten I haven't been able to take the belt. "Damned catfighter bitch!" I whisper as I try to push you to the side

12:55 SweetMisty: You push me and I shove you back. “Damn you! Just couldn’t quit could you!” Getting to my feet I grab the belt and hold it up toward you. “We both lost but this is going with me!” I sneer at you before starting to make me way to the entrance ramp to leave.

13:00 Paul_Job: I stand up and see you walk away. Audience boo for the end of the match "It doesn't stop there... you didn't beat me. I challenge you to a match where you can't try to escape the ring!". My yells drive you out the arena, while the crowd cheers to my propose

13:25 SweetMisty: Fuming I turn just long enough to hear you. I don’t react but back out of the arena to the boos and hisses of the crowd. This isn’t over….

Published: 2023-04-13, viewed 64 times.