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23:04 Michelle_Pantero: I stand behind the curtain, a bundle of nerves. I haven't faced Misty in awhile but I remember how tough, how sharp how good she was. It wasn't a surprise that she rose to become Champion. Unlike most of my other opponents, I respected her and decided not to resort to my dirtier tricks. Well unless she did first. I give the handler a quick nod and the arena lights cut off. My logo starts flashing across the jumbo-tron as I come out to stand at the top of the ramp. *Thunderstruck* starts to play as a spotlight highlights me at the top of the ramp. Hooking my fingers in my jeans, I slide them down to show off my custom bikini before starting down the ramp. "ENTERING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER. COMING IN AT 5'7 145 PDS OF TWISTED STEEL AND SEX APPEAL. THE PANTHER PRINCESS, THE CAROLINA TWISTER HERSELF MIIIIICCHHEELLEE PAANNTEROOO!" I slide under the bottom ropes and walk around the ring, playing it up to the crowd before I go to my corner, getting mentally set for the match of my life.
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23:08 SweetMisty: "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" by Cyndi Lauper starts up over the arena speaker system. On the other side of the entrance curtain I'm shaking my wrists out and trying to shake out the butterflies from my stomach. I stroke the front of the belt around my waist and get ready to get out there. 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 your 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.
23:10 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 I take the belt off and hold it up screaming out at the crowd! Jumping down with the streamers on my suit flowing behind me I turn to the referee to hand the gold over. After that my eyes finally look over at Michelle in her own corner. I lay my back into my corner and try to look relaxed... while the feeling in my stomach says otherwise.
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23:16 Michelle_Pantero: I run my gaze up and down before locking eye's with you. Reacquainting myself with your strengths and perceived weaknesses, I had almost forgotten the height difference between us. I knew I'd have to keep this a up close more personal technical match. I run my tongue across my dry lips, anxiously waiting on the bell. *DING.. DING* And we're off to the races, I come out of my corner bringing my hands up to shoulder height looking to lock up with you center ring in a standard elbow and shoulder tie up.

23:20 SweetMisty: My fingers play over the tops ropes... gripping and ungripping them as we wait. The fans are screaming and it doesn't sound like either of us has an advantage in the court of public approval. It just shows Michelle's popularity that she can come in as a challenger and be as popular or perhaps a bit more than the champion. Of course that also depends on who that champion is. That is unnerving if I do say so though... maybe the people aren't thrilled with her being on top. Perhaps her last match was a little lackluster and they are ready for the title to shift. Snap out of it Misty!
23:23 SweetMisty: The bell rings and I push my tush back to help me get out of the corner. Blowing out a breath I come out with my arms up and see you do the same. Our eyes are locked and while this is the first time we have met in the ring this is not the first time we've stared across a battlefield from one another. My body weaves to the right and then I come out to meet you in the middle of the ring. As our arms slide together I try to throw them out to foil the straight lockup. If that works my body would turn and step to your left side so I can throw my right arm around your head in a bid to control the action early on.

23:30 Michelle_Pantero: The familiar dance between us begins, it's new yet old. We've met on my terms before, but now we're faced off in your arena. We close in on each other, I have a slight smile on my face as we go to tie up. Your arms come up knocking mine open, foiling my plans. Wrapping your right arm around my head, our bodies rub against each other as we jockey for position. My left arm comes around your back trying to get a grip on your hip. My right hand comes up to try and find your wrist, hoping to pull your arm open so I can slip free.

23:36 SweetMisty: And we are off! The feel of you wrapped in my arm is exhilarating but this is early days. This is like celebrating that I crossed the start line first in a marathon. Instead of letting the feeling wash over me of getting off to successful start (that seems to be rare for me these days) I start to grind that headlock around in a rough circle. "Mmmpphhh!", grunts out as I do so. Your left arm coming around my back and your right coming up to grab at my wrist. If there is one thing that we know... its you are stronger than me. While I hold the lock your strong grip starts to pull my own arm shakily away from where it needs to be until you slip out. At that moment I take off toward the ropes and bounce off of them before coming back at you with a scream... arm extended... looking to put you down on the mat with a clothesline.

23:42 Michelle_Pantero: My cheek is mashed against the side of your breast as I start forcing your arm away from my chin inch by inch. Grunting from the effort my head finally pops free. "Nice try Princess." I start to mock, slowly straightening up. You take off towards the ropes, legs eating up ground at a furious pace. You hurtle back towards me looking for a clothesline. I drop to my stomach in a hurry, hoping your going to go past and rebound off the far ropes.

23:45 SweetMisty: WOOSH! My arm slices through the air and that's all it does. On top of that my momentum just takes me to the other side of the ring. No way I can slow myself down as I put all I had into this. All I can do is turn so that my back hits the ropes on the other side as they slingshot me back toward you. Think quick Misty! THINK! As my mind whirls I'm already on my way back to the centre of the ring... and hoping you are still down so I can make another pass... and have more time to form a more concrete plan. To help with this my legs pump to pick up the pace hoping speed is enough to get around whatever it is you might have in store.

23:53 Michelle_Pantero: *BOOM... BOOM.. BOOM.* The canvas bounces with every crash of your feet as you pound along. I'm in a rare position, having someone that's faster than me in the ring. I usually counted on my speed as a advantage but for once I'm out classed in that department. Falling back on the one advantage I do have, power. Raising up to my knees, I remain in your path. My left arm tries to slide between your thighs, my right hand going to grab at your shoulder. Twisting with your momentum I attempt to scoop slam you over to your back.
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00:01 SweetMisty: My eyes are scanning for any movement but also looking for my target... the ropes on the other side of the ring. I'm home free! You must not have had enough time to figure something out. I have to admit I'm a little surprised as you are a crafty veteran but I'm not going to question my luck! That's when it happens... your hands slide up and around my shoulder while you scoop between my thighs. "Wha-OOOOOSSSHHHIIII--HUUHHHHHHHHHH!" My back greets the mat like two rivals would greet each other... hard and not so friendly. Gasping out my body bridges up as my right hand reaches around where the hardest impact took place.

00:11 Michelle_Pantero: I smile slightly glad to have caught you mid stride and slow you down. I watch you come back up, trying to massage away the sting in your spine. Your no novice and I know that it'll take way more than a little love tap like that to put you down and out. I need to keep the pressure on you and wear you down. Jumping up to my feet, I back up to the ropes, stepping up to the second one, my hands hold onto the top rope to balance me. Once... Twice... Three times I bounce on the rope before jumping into the air, extending my legs, I try to drop both across your chest and smash you back down into the mats.

00:19 SweetMisty: The jolt from that slam went up my spine and sent tingles to the ends of my toes and fingers. It's definitely what you would call a wake up call if someone needed one. For me it was more a snap back to reality. My mind screams at me to soothe the ache in my back however the professional in me is snapping its fingers in front of my face. "Hey! Hey! Look at your surroundings!" I do just that and find the tanned and impressive form of Michelle just hopping up onto the ropes. She bounces there.... once... twice... three times... then launches herself into the air. Legs come out looking to crash down on me but.. I'm not there. If there is one thing we learn in this ring... usually the hard way... its that a wrestler not on the move is a sitting duck. I lift and slam my left foot down to get myself rolling off to the right... getting myself into motion to roll once and then over onto my front. My eyes come up to see if I went far enough or I get to watch a hard landing.

00:27 Michelle_Pantero: My body arcs high in the air, seeking to crush the wind out of you. *BAAAAAMMM* I went for too much too soon. I should know better, damn my overconfidence. The split second I lost sight of you was enough for you to skedaddle out of my path. I land hard on my bottom, the shock running up my spine to rattle my brain. I roll my knees, my face pressed against the mat. My right hand clutching the base of my spine, feet kicking the canvas as I try to work out the pain.

00:37 SweetMisty: My vision catches all that happens: The impact of your tush to the mat. The pained look on your face. You toppling over to grab at your spine as your legs sound out a patter on the ring boards. All I can do is get to my feet and stretch my back out a bit... still aching from the scoop slam you served me. Tossing my hair out of my face back over my shoulders I bend down... looking to grab your nearest ankle looking to bend that leg into an 'L' shape. I want your thigh on the ground as I look to step over and place my booted foot on top of it... before leaping up pulling your ankle up with me to keep your thigh on the sole of my footwear. I want that boot to drill into the muscle there. "Time to see what those legs are made of Sweetie..."

00:50 Michelle_Pantero: I grimace, hand working furiously on the throb in my spine. I feel you pawing at my ankle, seizing it in a tight grip. My eyes widen at your words, I know what's coming and am helpless to stop it. My leg comes up with you, hips going up as well when you leap. "AAAAAAAHHHHH" I howl out, when my leg comes back down, your foot grinding into the hard muscle of my left thigh. I flop over to my back. My hands flying to my leg, clutching at the muscle, I can feel a cramp starting from the impact. I rock side to side. Cursing your name with each sideways wiggle.

00:57 SweetMisty: I watch the results of my handiwork and listen to you spitting curses at me as you roll and rock. "That's not very nice Michelle! Come on... let's see if we can work out a compromise!" Stepping over to your left side I wait for you to roll away to your right from me before reaching down again... this time in search of your left arm and left ankle. This will require a good grip but I'm willing to chance it to wear you down. You wore quite a revealing outfit and I think you deserve to be shown off in it don't you think. If I can get that grip I'll place my right foot in the small of your back before dropping to my butt and start to pull you taut... looking to make you resemble a bow quivering as the string is pulled back.
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01:05 Michelle_Pantero: I'm so focused on working out the cramp in my thigh, I don't pay attention to you coming around my back. I feel your foot seeking out that sweet spot on the center of my back as your hands catch hold of both ends of my body. My torso starts to stretch, bending into a C around your foot. My firm chest wobbling on full display at your insistent pull.
01:09 Michelle_Pantero: A small part of my brain is in disbelief, I've never been handled like this in the ring, have I gotten so used to brawling that I lost all technical prowess. "AHHHHHHHHH" I groan out. My back creaks under the pressure, I start looking around for the ropes and cock my right foot to try and push me closer to them.

01:16 SweetMisty: I've got you where I want you... where anyone would want you. Stretched out with your suit straining against your curves... shivering and groaning as you try to free yourself whilst I mainly rest except for pulling on your limbs to keep the pressure up. I wouldn't call it a holiday but its not a bad place to be in. The holds relaxes just a bit as I lean forward. "Row, row, row..." My body jerks back and brings you along with me... the arrow of my foot notching more into your back as I try to strain you back even further accenting it with, "YOUR BOAT!" I'm oblivious to your right foot inching closer and closer to freedom...

01:24 Michelle_Pantero: My body shakes with each pull, you relax just to readd extra pressure. Glad my top is form fitting because otherwise I'm sure there would be a malfunction at the way your bouncing my across your foot. I'm sure the front row is glad they paid the extra just to sit up close. My groans fill the air as I wriggle closer to the ropes. With a final flex of my right leg, my right hand snaps out to try and grab the bottom rope hoping to force the break I desperately need.

01:32 SweetMisty: "How's that Pantero!? Let me bend you to my will just a bit..." Suddenly the ref appears at my side and yells at me. "Hey! Hey! Break the hold!" I follow his arm and finger pointing to... to your right hand sitting on the bottom rope. I growl out frustrated as the official starts the count. No need for that. I never wait for the 4 count and do break the hold... crooking my leg before kicking it out lightly to try and flop you onto your front just as my hands lift off your limbs. Taking in a breath first I start to rise to a standing position though my left hand taps the your back before those fingers run along the curve of your spine... whisper fine along your skin. Once they find that signature blonde hair of yours though they curl in that and I look to bring you up with me. "I'm sure we can find something that is more agreeable for you Sweetie... come here..."

01:41 Michelle_Pantero: I sigh with relief, the strain on my back easing. The muscles on my back flinching under your gentle touch. My scalp starts to burn as you pull me up to my knees in front of you. The time of your voice mocks me, setting my blood to boiling. I'm getting woman handled like a rank amateur, and I'll be damned if I'm going to take it. It's time to get back on offense. Cocking my right hand, my back screams at my as I slightly twist at the hips. I try to send my knuckles deep into your abs. Hoping to get you to back out away from me. "Agree with that, Misty?"

01:50 SweetMisty: "OOOOFFFF!" Your fist sinks deep into the space that houses my tummy... compressing it and forcing air to blow out from between my lips. My insistent pull on your hair eases immediately as my arms go to wrap around my middle... folding at the waist in front of you. My legs shake a bit just before they give out and I drop to my knees. I hear the crowd pop at your reversal and all I can do is clinch my teeth as my body just cries out to replenish the lost bit of oxygen that was deprived from me. My eyes are shut tight in pain but when they do start to open I can see your taut tum in front of me now.

02:04 Michelle_Pantero: I feel your hands leave my hair, easing the strain on my neck. I hear the crash of your knees into the mat in front of me. My left hand goes out to try and tangle in your own blonde tresses. I move to lift your head up so you can look me in the face. "Enjoying the conversation... Bitch." I growl out. I put my finger in front of my lips, quieting down the cheering crowd. I want them to really hear this. Bringing my right arm across my bosom, I moan lightly when I turn. At least my thigh is getting a respite even if my back isn't. "HHHYYAAAA" I shout, whipping my knife edge hand and forearm towards your chest trying to give you a wicked chop.

02:18 SweetMisty: There's this feeling... skin being tightened along the scalp... when your hair is taken in a not loving way. I get that... and I feel it now as your fingers twist amongst my strands. My teeth grit and a "Tssskkkk...!!" sound pushes through. There's nothing I can do as your arm goes back and I see your fingers straighten out. There's not a good damn thing I can do and that feeling of helplessness is something I absolutely try to avoid. Unfortunately this is exactly how you want me... and have me you do! "W-wait..." That hand comes around and, lucky for you, my arms are tight around my middle pushing my chest a bit more up to strain against the top of my suit. Your fingers come around and SMAAACCCKKK across my girls causing them to shake as they are raked by your chopping hand before painfully bouncing back into place. The sound echos off the rafters and the crowd pops as you deliver on your promise of something special to hear.
02:20 SweetMisty: My mouth opens into an 'O' shape and I fall back and my left with the force of your blow. My arms transfer from my tummy to my chest across the top of my cleavage from where your fingers slid across leaving a red trail of hot skin in their wake. My legs kick up and down and now its my turn to feel a little bit of dread as to what this woman may have in store for me next. Get back in it Misty!

02:34 Michelle_Pantero: The crack of skin on skin contact echos in the arena, a "OOOOO" sound following it up from the crowd. I watch you tumble over to your left side, payback is a bitch and I'm a number one grade A Bitch right now. I drag myself to my feet, flexing my left leg a little bit to see how it feels. It has a little give to it, but I'm just going to have to fight threw it. Trotting towards the ropes, I give a little hop, my face scrunching up as I hit the second rope. Flipping in mid air, I gasp, my spine hating me for even trying this. But nothing ventured nothing gained. I aim my belly for your stomach attempting to crash down on you with a moonsault. I brace myself for the impact.
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02:40 SweetMisty: There are a few rules in the ring that must be observed. Stay on your opponent. Keep your eyes on them. Always be ready to adapt. Right now... I've broken two of those which prevents me from being able to follow the last. I've lost sight of you... and I don't know where you are. Right now all I want to do is nurse my poor breasts and soothe that harsh feeling away that you inflicted upon me. "Shhhiiitttt..." All I can see are the ropes jiggle a bit. What would cause that? I lay back and take in a breath... time to find this bitch and... "HHHOOOOUUUUFFFFFFF!!!" 145 lbs of flying panther fury just lands right on my stomach. My head and legs curl up on impact before flopping back down to the canvas... my eyes scrunched up in pain whilst my left leg hits the ground first followed by my right. No scream... no cry out... just a coughing fit. My head turns to the side and my hair halos my face. "Oooo gaawwddd...." I'm paying for my in ring sins. Paying big time now.

02:50 Michelle_Pantero: Big risk, big reward that's what they say. For every action there's a equal and opposite reaction should also be remembered. I crash down on your body, chest mushrooming out as I come down full force. My own breath woofing past my lips, spit flying from my lips. Clutching my own stomach, I roll off you. My right foot kicking down on the mat as I regain my breath. I plant my left hand and glance around until I catch sight of you. Crawling forward, I drop my chest down on yours. My left arm trying to grab your inside leg and bring it up, my right forearm goes down to press against the side of jawline, attempting to hold you down for the pin.

02:56 SweetMisty: My head lolls from side to side and a groan issues out followed immediately by another cough. That is until your arm presses down on my jaw to hold it there. "Huuhhh...." The referee slides into place and slams a hand onto the mat. "1!!!" My eyes open and I blink them... trying to will them back into focus. That hand comes down again smacking the canvas. My eyes focus on the referee... and then something clicks in my head as to what is going on. Before that arm falls again I kick my legs and roll my right shoulder with a forceful, "NO!" There's not enough strength in me to kick you all the way off me but in that moment when there you are pushed up I try to roll onto my side to keep you from pinning me down again.

03:03 Michelle_Pantero: I see the refs had slap the mat twice, I'm nearly grinning when he lifts it a third time and starts coming back down. I feel you twist slightly under me. "NOOOO." I scream in anger when his hand stops a fraction of a inch above the mat. Getting up to my knees, I clap my hands in front of his face protesting his slow count. He points to your shoulder and waves his hands in my face standing by his desicion. "Still got some fight left, huh Misty." I hiss. Getting to my feet, I bend down to grab your hair and try to help you back to your feet. "I'll fuckin fix that."

03:12 SweetMisty: Your weight lifts off me and I gasp in a breath however there is no relief. Your words hiss into my ears before you take a hold of my strawberry blonde locks again. "HHHNNNGGG!" I grunt as you pull me up to a sitting position before insisting for more... insisting I get to my feet. My hands paw at your legs, thighs and sides as I rise up. You get me off my knees on uncertain legs and... I have to do something. I can't let her have free reign. Just before my head straightens up I push into you and force my head under your chin. My scalp lights up as I am going against your wishes but sometimes you have to sacrifice for the greater good. I fight through the pain and reach up and around to wrap my arms around the your head... squeezing so that you are hopefully locked in tight. Hopping up I drop down to my knees looking to bring you down with me.

03:21 Michelle_Pantero: I have evil intentions as you start coming up. "That's a good girl. Get UP!" I growl. Your almost there, almost right where I want you to be. My vision narrows when you're arms come around my skull. Locking my jaw on top of the crown of your head. The bottom drops out, at full strength I might have been able to resist to tighten up my body and hold your weight. But not with the way my body feels now after way you've worked over my spine. My teeth click together as I come down. Eye's nearly crossing at the impact. My body rebounds off you, flying backwards to slap down on my back. My arms come up to cradle my head. "Nnnnggghh.... nnnnggg." I moan, my right foot slapping the mat as I lay there trying to regain my senses.

03:27 SweetMisty: That move was not without consequence. Being the rod between the mat and your chin means I do have to take the weight of that compression. A sharp pain accompanies the slam of my knees on the mat and as soon as you bounce away my hands slap to the top of my head. "Ooooo.... dammit!!" I'm pissed... I'm pissed I let you take me this far already and it hasn't been that long into the match! My body is screaming for relief and I can feel my energy levels dropping with every maneuver you've forced upon me. My eyes fall to you in front of me as you writhe there as the audience goes wild again. Which one was it? L-left... yeah left. No mistake this time. I get back to my feet... stumbling back for a moment as my vision blurs from the hit to the top of the had before coming closer to you. I reach down for your left leg... letting your right tap out a symphony on the mat... I can't do anything fancy.
03:28 SweetMisty: I haven't exactly displayed a technical masterpiece in this art we call wrestling but sometimes... you don't have to. I raise up my left arm and drop down... turning to my side and aiming to crash my elbow down into the meaty part of your left thigh.

03:38 Michelle_Pantero: My vision swirls as I blink my eyes. I feel my left leg getting stretched out again. Your like a pitbull with a steak staying on my left leg. It's like you've been scouting my entire skill set, determined to take away my most potent moves by crippling my leg. I react on instinct, years of in ring time acting when my brain is scrambled. I yank my leg in towards my core, before extending it as hard as I can. Hoping to kick you backwards before you drop down. Attempting to buy myself a few precious seconds to get my mind together. "Geeeettt... Offfaaa.. meee!" I bark.

03:43 SweetMisty: Before I can take that fall and put more pressure on your left leg your right leg makes a statement. It says not happening as it kicks at me! Instead I go stumbling back and your leg slips out from my grasp. My eyes glare at you as though I could stab you with them. "You don't want to play!? FINE!" Regaining my balance I come around rolling my shoulders a bit to work out some kinks before leaning over you to try and grab your hair. I want you up this time and I am not kind about it. I want your hair to pull taught between my hands and your scalp like strings from a marionette to its puppet-master. Control needs to be established and its time you understood that I'm the alpha in this league. "Get UP!!"

16:05 Michelle_Pantero: I glare back at you, grunting a reply even though I should keep concentrating on regrouping. "You ain't shit Misty." My skin shines under the lights as my stomach undulates in and out catching my breath. My sweaty blonde hair is pulled tighter, the pain extending into my back as I resist for a second. I can't help but follow along with your insistent pull. From butt, to knees finally to my feet I stand in front of you on shaky legs.

16:18 SweetMisty: I'm panting... getting tired but... determined. My hands keep their hold on your blonde tresses... using them to try and control you... bully you away from the ropes a little more. "Not shit huh? You look pretty worn out from someone who isn't shit. What does that say about you!?" My fingers regrip in your locks as I pull your head down and toward my left side... adjusting to wrap my left arm around your neck. At the same time my right brings your left arm up and around to drape it over the my shoulders and neck. Not content there... my right hand falls down to brush just along your exposed side breast and down your side... until my fingers snake under your bottom and grip it tight. "Let me show you how much shit I can muster..." With that I bend my legs and try to start the process of lifting you up into a vertical suplex... looking to get you up and pause while you are at the apex to show you... and the fans... I'm in control here.
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16:29 Michelle_Pantero: I'm yanked forward, sucking down air. My head gets pulled under your left armpit, while you position my right just where you need it. "Nooooo" I moan out when you grab my bikini bottoms. Your breath is hot along the side of my face, puffed into my ear as you taunt me. Your body snaps me up, holding me high on your shoulder as my face starts to turn red from the blood rushing down into it. The sound of the crowd cheering you on, sounds over the pounding in my ears as you display me. *BOOOOOM* The sound of my body crashing into the mats is deafening. My torso comes up from the mats, right hand clutching at my back before I flop back down on the canvas.

16:38 SweetMisty: As always the moves we choose are not without consequence. While you easily got the worst of this move my own body complains from the impact and I lay there... my tummy pulsing in and out for a few moments before I sit up. I look around to the fans and smile... back on top so to speak in this roller coaster ride of a match. While I'm riding high now I know there could be a drop any moment if I get complacent... so I spin around to face you before reaching down with both hands to use your hair once again as a convenient handle. "Come here you cunt!" My hands pull you toward me... dragging you if I can whilst I scoot forward... trying to slot you in between my legs and up into a sitting position like a puzzle piece. I'm forming a bigger picture for you here... one that comes together piece by little piece. One of pain and suffering... and ultimately your downfall. At least that is what I envision.
16:39 SweetMisty: If I can struggle to get you where I want my arms snake under yours before coming back around the back of your head... going for a full nelson. At the same time my dangerous legs slide around your tanned sweaty middle... my own skin slick as well making skin on skin contact slide easily together... looking to bring you into a punishing waist scissors.

16:56 Michelle_Pantero: "Nnnnnnnggggg." I groan. Your stay focused, staying on point like I would expect from a champion. I'm one big ache from waist to shoulders, my chest bobs up and down with the expansion of my lungs. I'm yanked back up into a seated position. I feel your legs coming around my waist, dropping my right arm, I narrowly avoid getting it trapped like my left one. My ribs creak under the pressure, small puffs of air being forced past my lips. I try to start prying at your ankles. Falling over to my right side, I try to twist us over so I'm on my knees. Come on Michelle, your better than this, tougher, stronger than the show you've been putting on. You can still turn it around. I will myself on, not ready to call it quits I try to establish a base for my next escape attempt.

17:07 SweetMisty: "Tssskkkk..." hisses between my clenched teeth and into your ear. As is befitting a wrestler of your calibre you don't just let me have my way. I got your left arm but your right escapes my nelson attempt and pushes against my scissors... preventing me from bringing the full force on. that's ok I think... you had to react down and now... my attack above can commence. That is until you fall to the side... are you giving up? No! Your muscles tense and you flip yourself to your knees to give you a much better position to do something about this little human puzzle I have devised for you with my own limbs. "No you don't.. get... get back here...", I breathe out between gasps.
17:11 SweetMisty: My left hand slinks away from yours letting it go before sliding it around the front of your neck and chin. If I can I'll try to get the crook of my elbow just under the point of your chin. My right is not idle though... it slips behind your head... in between us.. both hands looking to grab their sister arm to try and complete a tight sleeper. "Go to sleep Bitch...", I growl.
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17:36 Michelle_Pantero: I rest on my knees for a second,belly heaving in and out. Your arms slip around my neck seeking to put me down with a statement to any further challengers. My palms slap the canvas, pushing our torsos higher. "Fuck you Bitch." I gurgle out. Adrenalin surging through my body, I've got one shot, one last chance. Setting my right leg, I force myself up to my feet. You hang on my back coiled around my like a snake. I stumble slightly. A step forward, one back, I'm unsteady as my vision gets dimmer. My hands go up to grab at your arms, trying to open a gap. I take a shakey step backwards, followed by another. Picking up speed I fling myself back into the corner, trying to squash you into the unforgiving turnbuckles.

17:42 SweetMisty: I wrap myself around you and try to just sap the life and energy out of your beautiful body but... you refuse to give in! You deny a slow succumb into the darkness and even... start to get to your feet. I struggle and hold on... pulsing my thighs around you as best I can as well as pull back on the sleeper... letting gravity help in that regard by leaning back just a little. That's enough to get you to stumble back one step... and then your push through... and take a step forward. Stubborn BITCH! My legs grip and I try to rise up to cinch in that sleeperhold a bit better when suddenly you stumble back! No! This is on purpose! My back slams into the stationary turnbuckles with an "OOOOOFFFFF!!" blasted out of me right into your ear. My legs slip from their perch on your hips and my arms slacken... still there but not really squeezing anymore allowing the blood flow again to your brain in a sudden rush.

17:53 Michelle_Pantero: My body smacks into yours, I can feel your nipples dig into my back as we crash into the corner. The haze slowly slowly clears from my eyes, my throat feels a little raw after your squeeze but at least I'm free for the moment. I give my head a little shake further clearing my vision. Pushing myself through the pain, the ache of my body, I wonder what it's going to take to put you down. I turn around in your light grasp until we're face to face. Your arms around my neck in a near loving embrace, but there's nothing loving about what's coming. My hands slide over your toned thighs, cupping the bottom of your quads. I grunt, "RRGGGGG" trying to lift you higher up on the ropes, looking to position your bottom on the top rope.

18:11 SweetMisty: My back arches over the top turnbuckle and my hair falls over it like a strawberry blonde waterfall. "NNnnnn...." , is all that manages to come out from the back of my throat as the impact of the middle and top turnbuckles on my spine do a real number to me. I can't move really well... and I'm only half aware of you turning in my 'grasp'. Something grabs me and I can feel myself being lifted... to what? What is going on? My ass rests on the top turnbuckle and my head lolls forward... hair covering my face now as strands of it blow in and out as I just try to catch my breath. My eyes fall to the turnbuckle just under me and now... now understanding starts to come. "N-nooooo....stop...", is all I can mutter.

18:22 Michelle_Pantero: I'm panting as I get you higher, my reserves of energy starting to run out. I know I'm almost spent but there's just enough to hopefully end this. Dipping down slightly, I slip my shoulders under your knees. My hands grabbing at the high cut edges of your onesie. Grunting I lift you off the buckle. I can barely make out your protests with your inner thighs pressed along the sides of my head. "Let's go for a ride, Bitch." I growl. My thighs ripple as I turn towards center ring. One shaking step after another until I have you just where I want you. Leaning back slightly, I start at the toes snapping my whole body into torquing at the waist. I attempt to power bomb you into the canvas. "RAAAWWWRRR." I scream out.

18:30 Michelle_Pantero:

18:38 SweetMisty: You appear in my vision... framed by my hair but there you are. Looking up at me with that determined look... calculating... knowing you have something devious in mind for me. I start to grab at the ropes to secure my position when instead of going down... I go up! "W-WHAT!? WHOOOOAAA!" My hands grab at your shoulders and I'm more concerned with trying to keep my balance as you move us both out of the corner. "Michelle! No! Wait!"
18:39 SweetMisty: My protestations are for nothing as I suddenly have this sinking feeling. You throw my body backward... hair streaming now in front of me and the ribbons on my suit streaking out as well. I look like some god damn rainbow arching down toward the ground. Only I don't think rainbows hit the ground like I did. BOOOOOMMMM! My body clatters to the canvas and bounces once. My back arches for a moment as the audience can see the pained look on my face before I go limp... slumping to the mat with my arms out to the sides. Did anyone get the license plate of that bus that just hit me? I... I...

18:45 Michelle_Pantero: We crash together into the mat, sending it bouncing under our combined weight. Your ribbons and hair spread around you like a painting. I should go for the pin, I should, but in my mind I wonder if you still have something left. You've fooled me before and I want to send a statement to the rest of the OPCW. The statement that I'm here, I'm the alpha, the apex the damn best there is. Pushing your legs off my shoulders, I try to roll you to your stomach.

18:49 SweetMisty: My head lolls from side to side as I can't even make out the audience now. That powerbomb not only smacked my back to the boards but the back of my head as well and I'm loopy to say the least. My legs flop to the mat one at a time when you push them off your shoulders. My tummy moves up and down in time with my gasping breaths as I just try to recover from such a devastating move. Come on Misty.... With a almost girly sigh I do as I'm 'told'... rolling onto my stomach. My right hand starts to grab at the canvas... fingers curling but... that's about all the movement there is.

18:55 Michelle_Pantero: You feel like putty in my hands, getting moved around at my whim. I can feel my confidence growing, it's time for me to try and end this battle. Crawling up to the left side of your head, i grab a handful of hair to lift your face off the mat. Slipping my left leg under the bottom of your head, I toss my right thigh across the back of your head. "Stick with me Princess." I hiss. Bending my left knee, I try to tuck the ankle behind my right knee. Attempting to sink in a side figure 4 head scissors.

19:02 SweetMisty: You grab my hair. It's a common occurrence in these sort of matches but for some reason my hair seems to just attract fingers and hands more than it seems for others. At least that is my take. Grasping my locks at the root you pull me up. "Huuuhhh....", pushes past my lips as you lift me just enough to wrap your toned legs around my head and neck. My hands come up to grab at your left leg and start to claw in... looking to make some space between your leg and my throat. "N-n-nnnnnnooooo....", I groan out. My hands switch though... and start to grab for your ankle in an attempt to foil you locking in the move and sealing my fate. I can see the gold just drifting away... further and further... as I struggle and fight for my life.

19:11 Michelle_Pantero: Your groans and moans are music to my ears. Your damp hair sticks to my legs as I maneuver myself. Lines of fire run down my left thigh where your nails etch the skin raising welts over my tanned flesh. "Fuckin BITCH." I growl, hissing at the pain. My right hand knocks your hand away from my ankle before I seize it in my own grasp, pulling it hard towards me. Planting my left forearm on the mats, I push myself up. Twisting my hips backwards, I try to bend your head backwards over your shoulders. "JUST GIVE IT UP MISTY!!"
19:11 Michelle_Pantero:

19:18 SweetMisty: I'm arched up off the mat and my left hand, knocked from grabbing at your ankle, swings up and out into the air... clawing at nothing! My legs kick and my right hand falls to the mat... grabbing at it and leaving little scratch marks where they drag across. "Hnnnnnggg-IRK!!!" Your scissors cinches in with my mouth just working above your thigh as my eyes go wide. That left hand comes around to start grabbing, clawing... just seemingly and randomly grabbing at this part of your leg and that. It's like it's gone offline and just reacting to whatever impulses are coming down my neck through my arm to it. And let me tell you... there isn't much there getting through except garbled hints and choked off commands. My body... covered in sweat... lurches and jerks in your grasp as my hair just sticks to my sweat covered face. "Guuhhh... HHUUUUHH!!" Slowly... slowly... my eyes start to roll and my viison... just on the edges... starts to darken. I have to... I can't...

19:28 Michelle_Pantero: Droplets of sweat drip off me, staining the canvas. My bicep tightens drawing my foot nearly into the back of my thigh. Each squeak and grunt tells me that I'm cinched in, but there's no quit in any fiber of your being. New lines burn down my legs, I rock my hips harder, my back trembling from the exertion. "CHECK HER!" I holler at the ref, I know that a submission is never going to pass by your lips. He moves in and lifts your arm. I keep hold, hoping my own body can outlast yours as the pain in my back builds higher.

19:34 SweetMisty: My arms are like wet limp noodles in the refs hands. He drops them to the mat and puts up one finger to signal that the I failed the first check. Those lovely legs squeezing me like an orange in a juicer. My eyes fluttering before starting to shut... more blackness... more. My right hand falls back to the canvas in the second check and the referee looks at the officials to prep them for the bell. "M-Mich..." is all I can get out before everything goes black. Those thighs just crushing me mercilessly. In the dark... in my dreams... I see the eyes of something there... stalking... waiting... looking for the right moment. As I stumble back it leaps out.. a panther coming in for the kill. With that dream image... my body just shudders and goes completely limp in the figure four. A champion humbled... my arm falls for a third time...
19:34 SweetMisty: Long live the champion.

19:40 Michelle_Pantero: I hear the ref call for the bell. DING..DING.. DING. I unfold myself from around your neck laying on my side on the ground. The ref grabs the belt and goes to help me to my feet to award me the spoils of a hard fought win. I yank my arm free of his grasp and turn to face you. Rubbing your back to bring you back around. Helping you up on unsteady legs, I look at you with deep respect before I give you a hug. "Your one of the toughest bitches I've ever faced Misty." One of us rose, and one fell by the narrowest of margins. Turning to the crowd, I lift your hand in mine, giving you the respect your due as I lift the belt in my other hand.

Published: 2023-04-23, viewed 85 times.