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10:32 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I enter in the arena while the speakers loudly play my entrance song: Photograph by Nickelback. I wear yellow panties and boots. The announcer introduces me, I smirk at the crowd. I have my camera, as usual, and shot some pictures. I have used some mind games in last matches, but the results have not been good. So I decide to stay focused on the match this time and just use my skills to beat my opponent. I continue to walk towards the ring, climb the steps and finally enter, passing between the second and the third rope. I take one more pic of the audience and finally give my camera to a ring assistant. I stand in my corner, waiting for my opponent to make her way to this ring, that I'm going to transform in the fucking hell.

10:32 Kevyn_Paparazzi:

17:19 Michelle_Pantero: I wait behind the curtain while my opponent makes his way down. I had heard he was a pretty good wrestler, and wasn't going to take anything for granted. I had been gone for a little while and KC was punishing me by forcing me to work my way back up the ladder. Oh well, she and I would have a talk about this later. The lights go out as my music begins to play. My patented cat's eyes emblem flashing. A spotlight hits me as I part the curtains, my curves hugged by my red bikini. "AND NOW INTRODUCING BACK TO THE OPCW.. COMING IN AT 5'7 145PDS OF TWISTED STEEL AND SEX APPEAL. THE PANTHER PRINCESS... THE CAROLINA TWISTER HERSELF MIIIIICCHHEELLEE PAANNTEROOO." The crowd cheers as I make my way to the ring. Slowly climbing up the stairs, I step through the ropes and quickly stretch out. Turning to look at Kevyn, I wait for the bell to kick things off.

17:19 Michelle_Pantero: https://youtu.be/UDJMVkY6LcU?si=XTW5M5AaQRP5YLzl

17:19 Michelle_Pantero:

17:20 Michelle_Pantero:

17:24 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I follow your entry carefully. You've been absent from the OPCW ring for quite some time, but you're one of the wrestlers who have had the most impact on the history of the federation. However, I too have a title and several victories under my belt. It will be an open, tough match, in which I will want to win to conquer the next main events. After doing stretching exercises I do some jumping on the spot to release tension. Finally the referee rings the bell. The match can begin. I raise my hands in front of my face in guard and take steps towards the center of the ring. I move with caution

17:47 Michelle_Pantero: I hear the clang of the bell signaling the start of the match. Gliding out from my corner, I come center ring. I had seen you before and knew you would pose a slight challenge. I was detonation to try and dictate the pace of the action to try and keep a advantage. My arms coming up to shoulder height, I slowly start to circle before quickly moving towards you. My hands darting forward for a shoulder elbow tie up.

17:52 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You seem very confident, you advance towards me with determination. I notice your toned physique and know that a strength challenge against you could be tricky. When you try to grab my neck I take a quick step forward and aim a knee at your abdomen, hoping to surprise you and gain an immediate advantage

18:25 Michelle_Pantero: The back of my hand barely gets to the nape of your neck when you explode into motion. Your lifting knee, pushes into my toned abs. "Nngg..." I grunt. Backpedaling from the quick move, my left hand slides across my tummy. I hunch over slightly, regaining my breath.

23:51 Kevyn_Paparazzi: My move surprises you and you double after my knee to your belly. I don't waste any second and as soon as you lower your guard to cover your tummy I aim a European uppercut to hit your jaw with my arm

00:01 Michelle_Pantero: I suck down a deep breath, my right arm moving in front of my face to soften your uppercut. Even with our full connection it forces my torso to straighten. My feet move backwards further until my shoulders press into the ropes, I bounce off them and lurch forward, picking up steam as I rush forward. Ignoring the faint throb in my stomach, my left arm comes up shoulder high. I try to run through you with a clothesline. Hoping to slow you down a bit.

20:03 Kevyn_Paparazzi: My uppercut partially connect, because you absorbe its effect with your arms. But you walk backwards and bounce against the ropes, then rush towards me. I see you coming and from the movement of your body I understand your intention. I duck under your arm to let you hit nothing but the air. I let your belly hit my shoulder while I'm doubled ahead and finally wrap my hands around your waist. I use the force of your run to lift you up. Then I drop on my back to try and let your face and chest slam on the mat with a flapjack

20:03 Kevyn_Paparazzi: https://cdn4.whatculture.com/images/2017/06/2d3b7db327be7686-600x338.gif

07:16 Michelle_Pantero: My abs crash against your shoulder. A burst of air erupts from my lips. "Nngggg" I start to spread my legs to balance myself, but your one step ahead of me. My feet come off the mats, raised high in the air. I shake my head left to right signaling my no protest. I'm slammed back down when you turn your back, barely getting my hands in front of my face to protect it. My boobs taking the brunt of the fall. I groan in pain. Rolling to the side, I cradle my chest, sucking down air.

07:48 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I stand first in sitting position and then on my feet. I've been able to hit you once again with a reversal move that surprised you. "Wasn't it so funny, darling?". I walk towards you, while you are rolling, and aim a stomp to your abs, just to stop you. If I can do that I grab your hair and try to pull you up to your feet to get ready for the next move

07:52 Michelle_Pantero: I see you lift your leg, rolling further away I avoid a stomp to my belly. With your legs spread apart, I decide that keeping this a clean match isn't going to favor me. I pull in my right leg, shooting it forward, I try to drive my heel into your belly.

08:10 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You roll and avoid my stomp. I hit nothing but the mat. Then you kick my belly with the sole if your boot. I double and put me hands on my abs. Step backwards and cough

00:50 Michelle_Pantero: My heel sinks in, forcing you to slow down and away. My chest throbs with ever deep inhalation as I suck down air, recovering my wits. Grabbing the ropes, I pull myself back up to my feet. My eyes narrow, I glare across the ring. "Play time is over." I growl. I move off the ropes slowly coming back to center ring after you.

09:57 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I caress my abdomen as I watch you stand up. I growl. I don't want to lose momentum after a good start to the match. I'm watching you, eye to eye. Then I take a running start, quickly sprint towards you and try to grab your neck with both hands, so as to push you towards the corner and make you slam with your back to the turnbackles

10:08 Michelle_Pantero: I underestimated your speed the first time around and paid for it. You charge in again hands grabbing at the back of my neck I shuffle back one step then another. My own hands go up to clutch the back of your head. Twisting my hips, I attempt to reverse roles, trying to throw you back first into the unforgiving turnbuckles.

10:12 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I grab you around the neck, but you are quick and rotate your torso. The force of my action is turned against me. You throw me off balance and I run towards the corner. I manage to turn around only at the last moment, but I can't avoid hitting the corner with my back. I have to put my arms on the higher ropes so I don't fall. I take a deep breath

10:28 Michelle_Pantero: I count myself lucky to come out on top in that encounter. Gliding in, I remember the lessons of the past. Edging to the right, I lift my right arm, the flat of my hand aimed at the center of your chest. I get closer, my shoulder bunching as I try to send a wicked chop across your chest.

10:30 Kevyn_Paparazzi: My chest is exposed to your attack. I look at you and I can't defend myself. You raise your arm and then your open hand hits my pecs violently. I scream in pain, while the crowd punctuates your shot by screaming WOOOOOOOO. I cross my arms over my chest and stagger, trying to get out of the corner

16:08 Michelle_Pantero: My hand throbs from the connection with your chest, it's more solid than I originally thought. The crowd gives the classic Flair vocal salute. You cover up and work your way out of the corner. Drawing inspiration from the original dirtiest player in the game, I wait until you wobble in front of me. Dropping to one knee, I aim my right shoulder for the back of your left knee. Going for a chop block, I try to send you down to the mats.

16:27 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I stagger with my arms crossed on my chest after receiving the terrible chop that left the red signature of your hand. I try to move away from you, I'm almost surprised when you let me pass, but only after a few moments do I understand that it was a trap. Your shoulder hits me on the back of the knee. As soon as you hit me I feel a shooting pain in my hamstring and then also in my knee. I let out a tremendous scream "AAAAAAAAAGGRRRR" then I fall to my knees and start rolling on the mat with my hands on my leg.

16:42 Michelle_Pantero: Your cry of pain gives me hope. I feel like I'm on a roll perhaps having turned this thing around. You start to see saw on the canvas, clutching your leg. I push myself up to my feet, swiping my damp hair out of my face. Deciding to go more high risk, I run to the ropes, hopping up so my feet can use the second as a spring board. My body flies higher, I start to twist in the air. Hoping my aim is on point, I try to land a moonsault across your chest.

16:42 Michelle_Pantero: https://i.makeagif.com/media/12-12-2019/CMRR2R.mp4

16:50 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I'm on the ground with pain in my leg. I don't see where you are. I just feel the audience getting excited. I then understand that something is happening. I raise my head and see you flying towards me. I don't have time to move. Your chest and breasts slap against my pecs. My ribcage is compressed under your weight. All the air in my lungs comes out of my mouth. I remain on the ground, moaning in pain, not fainting, but having great difficulty.

17:07 Michelle_Pantero: For ever action there is a cost. I slam down on you in style but it forces some breath from my lungs. My feet drum the mats for a second as I refill my lungs. Crawling forward, my left forearm goes to your chest attempting to pin you into place. My right hand grabs at your leg, trying to pull it up towards your core. I glance at the ref as he drops down to check your shoulders.

17:14 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I'm on the ground, coughing and breathing heavily. You cover me, pull my leg to close the pin. The referee bends down and starts counting ONE. I stay on the ground, the audience cheers. The referee counts TWO. I understand that I have to react and so I move my torso, with a rotation I lift an arm and a shoulder off the ground before the referee can count the three.

17:21 Michelle_Pantero: I nod my head along with the refs count... One... Two.... I see his hand coming down for the three. A slight movement tremors underneath my body and his hand stops inches away from the call. I can't believe it. Holding up three fingers at the Ref, I argue that his count was slow. Rolling my eyes, I prepare to go back to work. Since a pin won't cut it, I start to try and mount your stomach, my right hand reaching out to try and lift your head off the ground by the hair.

17:37 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I am safe. The arbiter clearly says that the double was a deuce and not a three. The crowd cheers because this intense match can continue. However, you don't seem to have the idea of ​​wanting to prolong the challenge much. You grab my head and lift me off the ground. I am stunned and debilitated, I can't react immediately, so I follow your movement

17:43 Michelle_Pantero: The crowd is on their feet screaming and cheering. My knees settle on either side of you. My 36DD breasts sway in front of your face. It's a move I rarely use and only on the most difficult of opponents. The rarely seen Panther's Purr. My firm bottom settling over your belly, I start to guide your nose and lips between my deep cleavage. My left arm starts to try and wind around the back of your head, hoping to hug you between the double mounds of flesh to start a smother.

18:15 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You wrap your arms around my head. The face penetrates your cleavage. I move my hands, I squirm, I can't find oxygen. I put my hands on your thighs and try to push you and, at the same time, try to pull my head away from your grip. In another context I would probably like to be in this position but now I suffer. I can't hide a little excitement, which shows in my speedo, but I fight to hold on

06:13 Michelle_Pantero: I feel your cheeks sliding between my deep valley, your warm breath blowing across my skin before they seal around your face. I feel your hands pushing against my hip bones, slowly forcing me to the side. A shift of your head nearly pulls you free of my grasp. I drop my right arm around the back of your head and try to pull you back in tight. Holding on as best I can, I try to maintain my grip as we start to roll to the side.

09:43 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You are in control of the situation and can make me rotate. I can't breathe. I feel like my muscles are getting weaker and weaker as time goes by. My face is stuck on your chest and my breasts are squeezing my mouth and nose. I try to wiggle, but you lift my head and also put my back in traction. I try to scream, but my voice is muffled by your breasts

10:14 Michelle_Pantero: My arms tightening up around the back of your head, I hold you firmly in-between the soft pillows of my breasts. We flip over once.. and then a second time. I brace my knees on either side of your hips. I feel your struggles growing weaker by the second. My arms pulse, inching tighter, forcing my boobs in closer across your air passages. I watch the ref coming over to lift your arm for the first time to see if there's any fight left in you.

10:15 Michelle_Pantero:

10:21 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I feel very weak and little by little my energy fades away. I can't breathe, the referee approaches me and lifts my arm to see if I'm awake. I know he will do it three times. The first time I decide not to hold my arm high even if I could, so as not to waste the little energy I have left. Meanwhile you continue to hold me to your chest and I have no oxygen. The referee raises my arm for the second time. I understand that I have to react, this time I want to keep it up. But my muscles don't respond to the impulses of my brain. My arm falls against my will. As soon as my arm touches the mat, the light goes out. I don't move anymore. I fainted. The referee raises my arm once again and for the third time my hand goes down

10:35 Michelle_Pantero: I see the ref raise your arm for the second time, it hesitates for a moment before falling backwards to the mats. He lifts it for a third and final time.. there's a quiver, a last shaking out of defiance before it crashes back down against the canvas. The Ref signals for the bell to be rang. Slapping my shoulder to let me know it's over. I unwind myself from around your head. Stepping to the side as the Ref lifts my arm in victory. I move to the ropes and climb out on the apron. Taking one last look at you starting to come around, I think to myself that the OPCW has gotten a lot tougher in my absence. The road to the top might be more difficult than I originally thought. I hope down off the ring and make my way up the ramp.

10:35 Michelle_Pantero: YT/end