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16:43 Jeremy_Young: I am tense for this match against the former OPCW champion. I am called to win this match to retain my slot in NHB tournament. I enter the arena with bare feet (following the rules of the tournament) and black shorts. I have my eyes fixed on the ring, I walk at a brisk pace, I don't care about the public, since I'm so much focused on my match. I climb the steel steps and then enter the ring. It will ne a match without rules and everything is allowed. It will be a rough fight, but I've worked out a lot and I feel in great shape

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16:58 Jeremy_Young: I stand on my corner, watch the stage waiting for my opponent's entrance.

17:29 SweetMisty: It's been quite a long time since I did anything in any official capacity. Retirement suited me. No more running around to shows in far flung towns and cities that I wouldn't remember the name of amongst all the other far flung towns and cities I was just at in the past week. No more promotional work. No need to stick to a schedule and do things the way that someone else deemed they needed to be done. No more gimmicks. No more bosses. No nothing. I made enough from the fame during my brief stint as an OPCW champion that I was the one getting calls to come speak here to the girls in this classroom as you are such an inspiration or come visit here and give a few hugs. They all paid. It was what I would do anyways yet... getting paid. Life was good. However with being away from action and the ring... and no longer have a belt... these things dry up pretty quickly. The calls started to dwindle. Sometimes they even got my name wrong.

17:32 SweetMisty: The last straw was a booking for a bachelor party that was billed as a 'wrestling extravaganza' and guess who was the main event competitor. That's right... it was me against the groom and he was looking for a little bit extra before tying the knot and kissing his party life goodbye. I didn't get paid for that one. I wonder what the groom looked like on his wedding day blacker and blue than any blue tang I've ever seen swimming around. It was worth it but it also told me that times had to change. I had to change. As much as I hated to admit it... I missed this place. I was holding out as long as I could however... it was time. Time to climb that ladder and this was the first rung. Imagine my surprise when the Boss herself worked her silver tongue to convince me to get on a plane for my first re-debut match.

17:42 SweetMisty: Now here I am... just on the other side of that entrance curtain and about to drop a bomb on all these people. They haven't seen me for a good while and there was no indication that I was coming back at all. In fact this match was billed Jeremy Young vs A Mystery Opponent. Point of no return here... point of no return. The arena seems to get a little more quiet when the lights go down just a hint. "This is a qualification match for the OPCW No Holds Barred tournament! Already in the ring I give you... JJJJEEEERRRRMMMMEEEYYYYY YYYYOOOOUUUUNNNNGGGGG!!! And his opponent... standing at 5'10" and weighing 125lbs. From Oxford, England.... making her return to the ring tonight is the English Rose... SWWEEEEEEEETTTTT MMMMMMIIIIISSSSSTTTTYYYYY!!!" The blaring keys of a piano when someone runs there hand from one side to the other fills the void before my music... my song... blares from the speakers shocking everyone in attendance.

17:50 SweetMisty: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun cuts through the fans cheers as they go wild! With one hand I part the curtain like a judo master slicing his hand down on a piece of wood before I spring through! Hands on my hips I look around at all the people hooting, hollering and screaming as I just flash my trademark bright smile as my head turns to take it all in. How could I have left this? Look at this! The energy! The excitement! It sends tingles up and down my spine! With a little hop I start my run down the aisle toward the ring with the streamers attached to my bows sailing behind me giving some lucky people high fives as I go. "Welcome back Misty!!", yells one particularly chuffed fan as I flash him a smile as thanks. I take a lap around the outside of the ring giving more high fives and cheering at people as I go before slipping under the bottom ropes and popping to my feet. Immediately I go to a corner and leap up to the second turnbuckle to scream out at the fans.

17:52 SweetMisty: (Me and my wrestling outfit sans the boots)

17:56 SweetMisty: Raising my arms up I cheer out at the audience before blowing a few kisses out at a few lucky girls and boys. You gotta be there for the fans! I haven't been... so I have a lot of ground to make up in the time I have been away. Leaping down and doing a 180 turn whilst still in the air I look Mr Young over from head to toe and back again. Pretty fit. I might have my hands full with this one... especially as everything is allowed! No weapons brought to the ring and no shoes, socks, boots, clogs or even a toe ring allowed. Fine... I just leave them in the back and my knee pads are enough. Shifting my weight from my right foot to my left before I grab the ropes to warm up I keep my gaze on you.... waiting for the signal. That moment that starts us off on our journey.

18:26 Jeremy_Young: I observe my opponent's entrance very carefully. despite her long absence the crowd still adores her. I am attracted by her perfect outfit but above all what catches my attention are her legs, the most beautiful and sexy in the cyber wrestling world. seeing a former champion in the same ring as me, a few seconds before the bell that will mark the start of our match, I became a little anxious. I look at you with a hint of awe, but I hope all this vanishes at the start of the match.

18:28 Jeremy_Young: the referee carries out the final checks, I do some stretching exercises, which also help me release tension. I'm in my corner, trying to plan a strategy, while I wait for the bell.

18:34 SweetMisty: Having stretched myself I sit there in the corner with my tush on the second turnbuckle... waiting... like a cat eyeing up some prey. I watch you go through your own stretching routine and notice your eyes haven't left me as well. Nerves maybe? I know I have them. I can feel the butterflies zipping here and there inside the void that is my stomach. No time for that though... DING! ...and REALLY no time as the match gets under way! Pushing my tush out to propel me out of the corner and circle quickly to the right. Right off the bat I'm looking to set the tempo high in this fight and see if you can keep up. I keep going around smiling at you until I shake my wrists out... now or never I suppose. With that I rush forward with my arms up and out looking to lock up with you in the middle of the ring.

18:40 Jeremy_Young: as soon as you approach me I notice the clear height difference between us. I am shorter, but I can't think that this represents a very serious disadvantage. You approach me and it seems like you want to challenge me to a test of strength. I'm certainly not backing down. I extend my arms to grab you in a usual neck and elbow lock up. I want to show you right away that I'm strong and to do that I have to push straight away.

09:32 SweetMisty: The first moves in a match sets a certain tone for the audience. That first coming together reveals how wicked, technical or savage this showing will become. Sometimes it starts with a thumb to the eye which blatantly puts on display who the face and heel are here. It may start with a display of athleticism with moves so fast and furious it’d wear out the any London marathon winner. When we come together our feet SLAM onto the ring canvas reverberating out to the grand. The bell may signal the start of the match… but that sound means it’s really on!

09:40 SweetMisty: As soon as we lock up you can hear a rather girly grunt filter through our locked arms as I work to apply pressure and get the upper hand. That power you have… that strength… is immediately felt as it comes to bear on one target: Me. My back arches and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I try to match you muscle for muscle… futilely might I add. Shaking legs…. And I’m forced to take a step back. Once that happens it’s like a pair of dominoes falling. Another step… then another… and suddenly my back is being forced toward the ropes faster than a kitty having its second go on catnip. My arms and hands look to lock up tight with you so neither of us can really escape. Before hitting the ropes I hop up and try to snap my legs around your waist…. Trying to pulse them into a scissors just as my back hits the strands surrounding the ring.

11:18 Jeremy_Young: Our arms are linked to each other and I try to push with all my strength. It seems my attempt is having an effect. I'll push you to the ropes. I feel proud, because you are certainly understanding who is the stronger between the two of us. You step back and I move forward, as if to gain space in the ring. You're close to the ropes and when I think I have you in my grasp, you lift your legs and wrap them around my hips. Your long, tapered legs hug my hips and I start to moan. I take my hands off your shoulders and place them on your thighs. I try to push your legs down to make them slide away from me.

11:52 SweetMisty: A hot grunt pushes past my lips when the top rope bites into my back. As much as I’m trying to tie your arms up there’s nothing I can do when you want to pull them away. With a slap of flesh on flesh your hands push against my hardened thighs. While I’m squeezing it’s going to be hard to push them over your hips but I can’t keep that kind of intensity going very long! As soon as I relax your hands start to make progress sliding my scissors down making them much less effective. There’s a time when you just let a hold go and this is one of those times. Uncoiling myself from you my bare feet plant onto the mat with a couple of THUD THUDs. My hands have not been idle… the devil makes work for idle hands and this is a No Holds Barred match. I need to keep you staggered or else you are going to smush me into a Misty shaped paste on the mat.

11:56 SweetMisty: My left hand darts over your left shoulder… fingers curled and looking to grab a handful of that hair. Yanking your head back would be plenty painful but that’s not all I plan to do. I try to bring up my right arm and smash my forearm into your windpipe to hopefully send you sputtering and back away from me. I need my space and this rope is starting to make things uncomfortable here.

12:03 Jeremy_Young: I manage to push your legs and after a few moments your grip on my hips loosens. Then you finally leave me. I take a deep breath, but when I'm thinking about how to hit you I feel your fingers pass through my hair, all the way to the back of my head. You pull it and my head snaps back. Then you hit me in the throat, which is exposed. I can't block your shot. It seems that your attacks are planned down to the smallest detail and you leave nothing to chance. The blow is very hard. I stagger back, put my hands to my throat and cough. My eyes are bright and they seem to be popping out of their sockets.

12:24 SweetMisty: My fans out there know this is a NHB match but… they’re not sure wear to make of that last move. It was so… un-Misty like. Hey in this kind of match it’s kill or be killed and right now I’d rather be in my position than where you are sputtering as you stagger back into the centre of the squared circle. With my back to the ropes my leg muscles pulse to push myself back into them. I let that rope do the work of slingshotting me back out toward you. The streamers on my costume follow me as they flap in the air before I leap into the air with a one footed drop kick aimed for your meaty chest! I have to keep you on the defensive!

12:32 Jeremy_Young: I step back with my hands at my throat. I look away from you because I'm in pain. My torso is leaning forward slightly. I hear your light footsteps on the mat coming towards me, but I can't move in time. The sole of your foot hits me in the face, on the cheekbone. I fall to the ground on my back. My neck and back hit the mat. Then I stay on the ground and roll towards the ropes. Your attacks are precise and powerful, I'm in trouble. I have to react.

12:41 SweetMisty: https://i.redd.it/7bw7vawrpxg81.gif

12:53 SweetMisty: IMPACT! My foot is like a cheek seeking missile as it collides with your face and you go down like a tree whose trunk was just chopped for the last time. I myself land on my side in as controlled a fashion as possible. The difference here is I’m in control and you’re just dropping like a lead balloon. My smile says it all. This opening has gone better than I could expect. Rising to my feet I throw my head back just as I stand to toss my strawberry blonde hair over my shoulders and down my back. My arms raise and my hands are clinched in fists as I showboat a bit for the fans loving how swimmingly everything has gone thus far. The cheers amplify as the crowd are absolutely loving the action! My eyes wander back to your fallen self knowing You aren’t going down that easy. Not in this match.

12:53 SweetMisty: Sauntering over to you, my movements oozing confidence, I bend and my hands reach for your head and hair to start the process of getting you back on your feet. “Come on there. This is no time to be lying down on the job.”

15:35 Jeremy_Young: The kick to the face was a hard blow, causing me to fall onto the mat. You showed great athleticism and a very refined fighting technique. I shake my head and get down on all fours. You come closer to me and grab my hair to make me stand up faster. At first I resist, but then I try to surprise you. While I am bent over, I raise my arm and attempt to strike you with two consecutive elbow strikes, aiming for your abdomen, using your navel as the target.

15:43 SweetMisty: My fingers flex in your hair and you obediently start to rise as I roll over the list of manoeuvres in my head like a stay at home Mom perusing her shopping list. What to do… what to do… You pull back a bit resisting my summons. That’s not very nice! Not nice indeed! Both hands join together in your hair as I insist you should come up to my level. Something sharp jabs into my unprotected tummy causing my lips to part and what reservoir of stored air I had to rush past them. “Huuuuhhhh!!!” That sneaky elbow comes back for more and has it… pushing into my meaty centre punctuated by your clear objection to what I am trying to accomplish. “HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGG!!” My hands fall from your head as I wrap my arms around my middle… falling to my knees before you and just trying to replace what air I just lost!

15:58 Jeremy_Young: My reaction has an immediate effect and you first let go of my hair, then collapse on your knees. After a difficult start to the match I have my first favorable break and I want to take advantage of it. I'm still sore from the blows I suffered, but when I see you down, in front of me, I don't waste time. I try to grab your head under my armpit and then I fall backwards onto my back to slam your face into the ground with my Kneeling DDT.

15:58 Jeremy_Young: https://cdn3.whatculture.com/images/2014/09/8643G.gif

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16:08 SweetMisty: Nonono!! This is not ideal… Not ideal at all! Things were going so well! If I can just rub the pain out and get to my feet… With a groan I lean forward in preparation for the gruelling climb back up to a standing position. An arm gets thrown around my neck pulling it roughly into a position I don’t want to be. “W-What are you-!!!” My arms come around to hug your middle and that was what you wanted. You grab one of my grasping aend and wrench us back (for you) trying to drive my head into the canvas not unlike a hammer does a nail. Stars explode in my vision and I just look at them in my mind’s eye. So pretty!! Out in the real world my body spasms straight from the shock before ragdolling to the mat onto my back. My eyes stare up at the lights but… they aren’t seeing anything in front of me right now.

16:16 Jeremy_Young: Your head hits the ground and the ring shakes. The sound of the blow echoes in the arena and this gives an idea of ​​how hard it was and how much it hurts. I sit down for a moment, look at you, smile at the audience. Then I focus on the match again, I can't distract myself. You are next to me, lying on your back. I try to take advantage of the position and wrap my arm around your head, trying to trap your arm in the hold as well. I flex my muscles and try to strangle you in my kesa gatame.

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16:25 SweetMisty: In one bold stroke you have nearly laid me out. My time being away from the ring has clearly affected my ability. Rust on the old gears that needs scraping off and oiling. Well start cleaning Misty and..!!! That arm… again!!! It brings me back somewhat as it traps my head and arm inside it! “UUUUHHHHHH!!! Oh gawd….” I manage to turn my head enough so trust my nose doesn’t get buried into your armpit. My trapped arm lazily moves bending at the elbow as you lock the hold on. Nearly choking, my legs bridge and I can’t deny I’m in big trouble here! I can’t stay in this or this will be the shortest redebut in the history of wrestling! “UHHHHNNNNNNNNNN!!!!”

16:29 Jeremy_Young: I've got you and I'm holding you tight. I spread my legs to put my feet on the mat and have a more stable position. I point my feet to lift my pelvis, while the muscles in my arms are tense to block and strangle you. I growl, I want to win. It would be a major success for my career. Even if you have been inactive for some time, you are still a veteran of the OPCW and a big name in the world of wrestling. "You'd better give up, babe. I'm not going to release you".

16:41 SweetMisty: My lung cavity is compressed now and I’m finding it very VERY difficult to get a half breath… much less a full one! I have to act and act fast. Instead of bridging again I walk my legs over around to your other side. My leg comes around and hooks around yours. “HHHHHRRRRNNNGGG!!” This compresses my lungs even more but I’m in position! My free hand comes around your neck and grasps your shoulder passing against it. At the same time use that hooked leg to raise my tush in the air and try to push you over to stop the lung compression.

16:41 SweetMisty: https://media.giphy.com/media/ZvV1gay5NqmLw86xGq/giphy-downsized-large.gif

16:49 Jeremy_Young: I hold you tight but you start to move and manage to move me. "WHAT?" I whisper as your maneuver makes me lose my grip. I feel your hand pushing on my neck. "This woman is the devil" I think about how you are overturning my grip. I then decide not to take risks and not end up in a worse position. As you roll me around I take my hands off your neck and quickly shove an elbow into your chest and then roll away from your grasp. I missed an opportunity, but I couldn't risk getting caught.

16:56 SweetMisty: You release the rest of the hold and, perhaps wisely, shove that elbow into my chest before making your dastardly escape. It’s not without some force and I cry out after one of my breasts is compressed! That elbow has done a lot and I don’t like it anymore. My left hand comes up to rub at the swell under my suit as I take in a much needed full breath of air. “You’re a tricky one…” Once I’m on my feet I start to circle… coming slowly forward with my hands in a ready position. I need the time to sort my head fog after that DDT and near choking you gave me.

16:59 Jeremy_Young: I'm standing and you're standing too. The match started not long ago, but we have already exchanged very hard blows. I know I have to be quick and decisive, because you are very fearsome. I look at you and when you're standing I take a run towards you. Then I raise my right arm and try to hit you with my biceps on your sternum, trying to be as quick as possible.

17:20 SweetMisty: Here you come right across to me. No lockup this time around but not every one of our clashes has to be consensual. My rusted gears are starting to turn a bit more and surely I planned this out. I completely did! Honest! With your bulk coming at me I drop down to attempt to go under the attack while reaching out to grab at your waist. If I succeed I’ll let out a cry trying to lift you, turn and drop you back to the mat on your back in a vicious spine buster!

17:20 SweetMisty: https://66.media.tumblr.com/0dabd0cf207e8baaa72b8743b87ea77a/tumblr_pqugnsPUvv1qeiy6vo1_500.gif

17:23 Jeremy_Young: As I'm coming towards you to hit you with my outstretched arm you reach down and grab my hips. I feel relieved, I can't believe your strength. You lift me up and then... "NOOOO NOOO" you slam me to the ground with incredible force. My butt and neck hit the mat. I remain lying in the center of the ring with arms and legs spread apart.

18:03 SweetMisty: We land together on the ring with the sound of thunder hammering through the arena after that shot! BOOOOMMMM-Booomm! The boards quake under us and I admit I have to rest there a moment from the effort of lifting your weight to pull this off. Luckily for me a lot of that power and momentum you provided with your enthusiastic run to get to me as quick as you could. I lift my trunk up with a groan to gaze at your chest heaving to suck on that oxygen that you undoubtably need after that display! Gritting my teeth I gather myself and make the climb to my feet. It takes a moment but I manage to get vertical before bending to grab first your left foot with my right hand... followed by my left hand snatching up your right foot. I lift them up and think of all the possibilities here... thinking of all the things that could go wrong for you right now.

18:03 SweetMisty: Having settled on a juicy selection I step forward and start to twist your right leg around my left. I try to turn and bring that leg around and under your your left leg forming a 4 in your legs. I stand there grinning down at you... letting the crowd see what is about to happen before I fall on my butt and bring my right leg up to try to hook in the dreaded figure four leglock!

18:03 SweetMisty: https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H36vHnGuCb4/XlvhTKt5edI/AAAAAAAAHqc/4g6GR0bqxMUQyRQUEHQq-N6weER54g2EQCLcBGAsYHQ/s280/Figure%2BFour%2BLeglock.gif

20:03 Jeremy_Young: After the spinebuster I remain on the ground semi-dazed and can't lift my torso off the ground. You stand up. I hear the roar of the audience who appreciated your move of pure power. I try to shake my head to collect myself and, when I think I'm in a position to get back on my feet, I feel you grab my legs. You cross your legs over mine applying a figure 4. I immediately scream from the pain caused by the twisting of my leg due to your hold. I know that this maneuver could hurt me a lot, even injuring my limb. The only way I can get out of this is to rotate. I try to use my arms and rotate my torso with the hope of bringing you chest down. I grit my teeth, I feel a great pain, but I try with all my strength to turn you over.

20:29 SweetMisty: As soon as I drop to my perky tush my right leg comes up to seal the deal. Your immediate scream is my delectable reward to savour like the first fine bite in a 5 course meal. That first shock of the move being cinched in shooting hot lightning up your leg, spine and zapping your brain is usually enough to panic most fighters. They don't call this a submission move for nothing and, oh boy, is it one of the biggies! However you are a consummate professional here. Your wits are yours to keep or lose as you see fit and keep them do you. Not only that I settle back thinking I'll have a little time to just relax and catch a breath or two when suddenly. "HHHHNNNNN-NNNNOOOOOO!!" We start to rotate with your exceptional strength starting to flip my slimmer one to catch me in a most undesirable situation.

20:29 SweetMisty: Almost out of reaction more than anything I shoot my arm out and twist the other way as we are just about to roll stopping the momentum you have before reaching the point of no return. We teeter there... our bodies shaking with the effort... neither of us wanting the pain train that accompanies or betwixt legs. This is a match of brawn now... With the look on my face telling everyone that can see me that its desperation at its finest. I can't match... strength for strength... with you... for long! "GGGGAAAAHHHH!!!"

20:34 Jeremy_Young: With a lot of effort I manage to rotate and make you rotate too. Now we're chest down. I feel pain, but in this position the hold hurts you more. You can decide whether to suffer or let go. I put my elbows on the mat, shaking my head to find some emotional charge. The public likes this challenge of strength. I scream in a mixture of pain and anger.

20:40 SweetMisty: My back arches and my head flies up swinging my hair wildly behind me. "AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" The reversal of my own figure four immediately does what I hoped it would do to you. Shocks my senses and leaved me looking like a screaming crazy mental patient that's ripe for a close up on the jumbotron! Jumping to their feet and throwing fists in the air, the crowd explodes with energy over the reversal! Hey! I thought they were here for me!!! After my mind numbs to the pain being inflicted on my rather nice looking legs (they are!) I start the process of unhooking the hold before any more lasting damage can be done! My legs are a vital component to my strategy and having them knocked out of commission would be dangerous dangerous territory! Desperation makes my movements jerky and extends the time it takes to get away by a few seconds. Who else can work an elaborate puzzle like the figure four whilst screaming in pain efficiently? That's right! No one!

20:41 SweetMisty: After your legs fall away from mine I kick out at them and crawl over the mat to the side of the ring... rolling out under the bottom rope and onto my feet. The apron has to endure my grasp as I use to to hold myself up as I bend over trying to let some of the painful counter ooze out of my muscles. "Ooooo gawd.... Shit..."

20:51 Jeremy_Young: Finally you untie your legs from mine, which fall onto the mat. My leg throbs and hurts excruciatingly. I grimace with my face showing all my pain. I put my hands and one knee on the ground, I move on all fours dragging my sore leg. I try to move towards a corner of the ring, regardless of where you are and what you are doing now. I get to the corner and hold on to the ropes, then slowly stand up, but I can't put my sore foot on the mat. I'm sweating and starting to feel tired.

21:03 SweetMisty: My foot stamps on to the thin mats surrounding the concrete around the outside of the ring before I hobble around the edge toward the stairs at the nearby corner. The referee is right there to keep everything in order. "What are you doing!? Get back in here! 1!!!" The count starts but there's no real danger. I can barely here the old man over the deafening roar of the crowd. A few more hobbles and things are starting to feel more or less normal with my walk becoming a bit straighter... a bit more like it use to be. The climb up the metal stairs are not something I look forward to but will help to work out a bit more of that dull pain before I get back into the action. "2!!!" Yeah yeah yeah... I give the referee a glare that lets him know I'm doing this in my own time. Grabbing the top rope I walk out onto the apron before bending down to slip through the top and second ropes.

21:08 Jeremy_Young: You waste time outside the ring. The referee counts, but all you do is give me time to recover from the pain in my leg. I shake my foot as I hear you and the referee having an argument. The pain fades a little and I try to put my foot on the ground. The first time I feel a pang, I have to lift it. Then I try again, it's better. In the meantime you have returned to the ring. I'm looking at you, I'm in no hurry to attack. I turn to you and take two steps forward, slightly limping.

21:18 SweetMisty: The crowd starts to die down with the occasional boo as my tactical use of the outside of the ring has put an ice on the action. Straightening up my eyes search around a moment before seeing you coming out of a corner with a... is that a slight limp? The corners of my lips curl up just a hint. That figure four must have jolted you good! Sweat is pouring off my body at this point. Half of it from the fast action we have been engaging in and some from the hot lights beaming down to illuminate our bodies. What kind of wattage do they put in those things!? Stomping my injured leg one more time I throw myself into the ropes and come running back toward you before hopping just a bit so that I can go horizontal with my low drop kick coming in hard and fast right at that limping leg!

21:21 Jeremy_Young: When I see you running towards me I raise my arms to protect myself from a possible clothesline or a kick to the face. But your plans are different, I can't understand them in time. I made a huge mistake. You leave my aching leg covered, and that's where you aim your attack. Your feet hit me in the knee, push my leg back and I fall forward, face down. I place my hands on my injured leg and then roll to the side. I can't suffer like this, I try to get up, with my hands on the ground and on my knees.

21:44 SweetMisty: My feet come in and do the job I was hoping they would do: Chop you down and leave you writhing as my targeting systems are firmly locked on to your leg. Not that other places might not get a carpet bombing or surgical strike but the taste of blood in the water has me honing my strategy around that possible injury. Hitting the mat like I do does send a fresh pang of pain right through my own leg. Not exactly a feeling I was looking for but I can imagine that you are way worse off than I ever could be. Nothing like a missile dropkick to an injured leg to ruin your day! Wincing a bit I start to rise up as you start to do the same. I'm content with letting you nearly get up before stepping in to interrupt the process. My knee shoots up looking to smack loudly into your abs just to make you aware that I'm here and have all sorts of lovely lovely things to show you still!

21:55 Jeremy_Young: I stand on my feet. I was moving very slowly and you left me the time to stand up. But It seems that you were waiting for me because you have something in mind. When I'm standing you lift your foot and your knee comes up to my belly. I bend over your thigh. I cough, I cling with one arm to your side, I put my hand on your back. We are close and despite the effort I try to take advantage of it. I close my fist and try to hit you in the abdomen with a right uppercut.

22:10 SweetMisty: There we are! Right where I want you! Now let me just get that arm over into position by picking it up. THUD! Your fist plows up into my smaller body nearly lifting me up off my feet in doing so! My streamers jolt from the impact and my face screws up from the fresh injection of pain you administer to me. You still have plenty of fight left in you and I can't let you just pound into my unprotected abdomen like you just did. Change of plans! A vertical suplex was going to be my next chosen move but... instead... something faster as I already have your head. After coughing after your impactful hit I simply reach down with my right hand to try and lock your head in it whilst grabbing your right arm with my left. Kicking off the mat I attempt to rattle you with a swinging neckbreaker!

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22:14 Jeremy_Young: I hit you and you feel the blow. I manage to avoid your suplex, but you are skilled at changing strategies quickly. With a rotation of your torso you make me do a half-turn and then slam my back to the ground. During the movement my neck has an unnatural twist and I feel like a tear at the back of my neck. My head and balls hit the floor, I'm left lying on my back, arms spread wide. My chest swells and deflates with my deep breaths. My eyes are wide open. Don't move.

22:28 SweetMisty: We slam back to the canvas and the crowd starts to roar again as we are going back at one another with gusto. I'm getting tired... this is going a lot longer than I thought! I'm winded... sweaty... and to be honest I'm just out of practice doing this sort of thing. I need to keep you down... and the regular assortment of moves is just not going to cut it here. It's also a No Holds Barred match and... that's what everyone expects. Something unexpected. Me being the face girl that I am I usually don't indulge in such things... but then my eyes wander to my bow on my hip... and the streamer coming off it as well pooled right there on the mat.

22:28 SweetMisty: With a shaky hand I take it up... before looking back at you spread eagle on the canvas as you are. My rother hand reaches for your hair and tries to put you up in a seated position before slinging the streamer around the front of your neck. My left knee comes up to sit in the small of your back as my other hand tries to grab the streamer... looking to haul you back and choke the life out of you whilst arching you over my knee!

22:32 Jeremy_Young: I'm tired, not very lucid, sweaty. My vision is blurry after the last neck pain I suffered. You easily lift my head and put me in a sitting position. I feel your knee digging into my back as you pull me back. My back arches, it burns. I try to raise my hands, I put them behind my head in a desperate attempt to grab something. I scream in pain, slamming my feet on the mat.

22:40 SweetMisty: Hauling back on you with gritted teeth I just savagely jerk you from side to side before having to rest for a moment. My hands are not idle as they turn in the air looking to twist more of the material around my fingers to make the choke even tighter in my next pull. "Going... to... wear... your ass... DOWN!" With that last word I try to haul back again looking to just punish you in this torment for a little while longer. I'm not feeling all that great but compared to you I must feel like I'm on holiday! I would not want to switch positions with you that is for sure!

22:48 Jeremy_Young: The noose is tight around my throat and I can't breathe. My face turns red. Your knee is a thorn entering my back. I snort, cough. I try to put my hands behind my neck to grab yours. The rules of the match include all strikes, but prohibit the use of weapons. Those laces of yours are like weapons, but the referee is perhaps distracted or pretending not to see. I suffer and I try to say something, I complain, but I can't speak.

22:55 SweetMisty: I let out a breath as this is still hard work for me when the referee scuttles around you to get to me. "Hey hey hey! No weapons!!!" I blink in disbelief at him before shooting back, "This isn't a weapon! It's part of my costume!!" He shakes his head and grabs at the streamer to rip it away from me and your neck. "No weapons... period! This is no holds barred... not anything goes!! This is your only warning!" The old man turns to throw the streamer out of the ring however I'm not done speaking my damn mind! The crowd boos but not because I was stopped. They aren't on board with the dirty tactics I decided to pull out of my purse of plays. "Hey that wasn't a weapon! It just happened to be here!! You can't just come in and interfere with the match like that! What are you on the take!?" Turning to me the referee starts to reply as we start to bicker back and forth.

23:03 Jeremy_Young: Finally your streamer comes off my neck and I can breathe again. The damage was done anyway. I am short of breath, I put my hands around my neck, cough and roll on the ground with convulsive movements. I slam my feet on the ground, but my face is red. I hear you arguing with the referee. You try to justify your irregularity. But the referee throws away the pieces of fabric from your costume that he tore and takes away from your hands. Where the streamer was there is now a gash, I can glimpse your skin. But what am I doing? I have one match left to complete. Slowly my energy returns, but I'm still weak. I move crawling towards the ropes to try to grab them and get back on my feet.

23:08 SweetMisty: My face is a mask of fury as the referee refuses to concede the point. I'm ready to come back with yet another point of order in my favour when something catches my attention in my peripheral vision. You're at the ropes and using them like a ladder to climb back up to your feet. God damn it! Nothing is going to keep this kid down is it!? I look over at the referee before waving a hand in his face to dismiss him. It's not worth it as you are getting free time to just recover and get back into this thing. Instead I turn back to you and raise my hands in the air... looking to take hold of you and showing not an ounce of worry at this point in the match. Everyone around has seen what is happening here now. It's like my true colours have been shown and the boos and jeers are just constant now. "You suck Misty! What happened to you!?", screams some random person near the front of the seats.

10:13 Jeremy_Young: I am afflicted. I suffered a lot throughout the match. You hit me several times and strangled me using a string from your costume. I stagger. You grab me, the crowd doesn't appreciate the way you fight this match. I feel some energy rising inside me, with the audience at my side. But you grab me and drag me towards you. I take steps, but I put my hands on your hips and try to push you and force you to let go. "Let me go, you cheater!"

10:38 SweetMisty: My hands clap down on to your head and back (the latter with a nice SMACK) before you just brute force me away from you. Stumbling back the crowd has really turned against me for my dirty trick involving a streamer. I’m not use to being on this side of the crowd… boos… hisses… jeers… It’s all a bit… shocking for me to say the least! “This is no holds barred! What do you want!?”, I scream out at the sea of angry people before focussing back on you. I’ll give them something to talk about…

10:42 SweetMisty: With a look of rage on my face, my right hand reaches to yank you up to a standing position using your hair before slipping down to your throat. My left would join my right and attempt to squeeze the life out of you… pushing against your neck and pressing my body into yours… trying to force you back into the ropes in a no frills no doubt full on god damn choke! “Is this what you want!!!?”

10:50 Jeremy_Young: You are mean, very strong and definitely in better physical condition than me. You hold your hands around my throat and I can't breathe again. You are taking advantage of all the possibilities that the type of match we are playing provides. In an NHB you don't spare any sadistic maneuvers. My face turns red, I get pushed against the ropes. I am going through hard times. I try to raise my arms high and then quickly drop my elbows to hit your forearms hoping your grip on my neck will open. If I try to break your strangulation, I put my hands on your chest and push you, then reach out with a foot and hit you with a heel to the lower abdomen.

10:59 SweetMisty: There’s something about your fingers digging into someone else’s windpipe that just feels… powerful. It’s as though you are definitively putting this person down… under you… showing them you are the alpha. They are beneath you. At least if you can hold on. Your elbows rise up then snap down onto my forearms breaking the stone cold choke I’ve got locked in! On top of that your hands are in a great position to just push me right out of the way. “Damn it! Just fall already-OOOOOFFFFFF!” Your boot cuts me short and my arms come around to grab and protect my precious tummy as I bend in half whilst a good portion of my air is driven out! My hair hangs around my head obscuring my face from everyone… a look of shock on my face as you fight back against my total offensive stance.

11:07 Jeremy_Young: I probably didn't think I could get back into the match either, but after my kick I see that you double over and this makes me imagine that you too are not in perfect condition. I have to take advantage of this sudden break and the fact that your hair is in front of your face and probably doesn't allow you to see my movements as best as possible. The audience accompanies my shots with applause and shouts of approval. Now I'm the crowd favorite. You're bent forward and I grab your head to pull you towards me and pin it under my armpit. I hold you at 90 degrees and the audience can admire your exposed buttocks. I run your hand up my neck and grab your leotard, trying to lift you up. I arch my back and try to throw you behind me with a quick snap suplex.

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11:28 SweetMisty: This position… it’s so vulnerable. I know it. More than likely you know it too! I can’t stay here by ent over with my damn hair in my way or you’re going to-!!! The roots of my hair burn with that tell tale feeling of a hair pull. I bark out in surprise and I’ve no choice but to obey… my feet stumbling to keep up. Something goes around my neck. At first it’s soft with my own hair tickling me between it and my skin. A moment later the damn thing constricts and before I can paw at it with my other hand that is taken away as well! What in the hell is happening!!? That’s when everything goes crazy! “WHAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!” BBBBAAAAMMMMMM! The ground… no the mat! My back arches and my right hand reaches to grab at the reddened skin after being just planted onto the ring floor! On the bright side my hair is out of my face letting you and everyone see my lips peel back from my teeth before parting to let out an agonised cry. “AAAAUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!”

11:37 Jeremy_Young: I manage to complete my suplex. You fly on the mat and the impact is not particularly violent. However, I understand that the speed of the movement had an effect on your body. I roll onto my side and then quickly stand up. Now I'm on fire. The adrenaline hides the fatigue I felt until a few seconds ago. Now I know that I can win, despite your unfairness. The audience exalts me. I look at you and, while you moan, I grab your hair and pull you towards me to try to make you stand up "Now you're mine, tall girl!". I cross my arms over your body, and my legs over yours to put your abdominals and back in traction, attempting a very painful abdominal stretch.

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11:58 SweetMisty: The only thing I’m worried about is getting some feeling back into my… well… back! My left foot drums up and down on the mat in a rhythm trying to help get my engine running normally again. In an instant my hair is yanked up rewarding you with a pained hiss! “My hair!!! Let go…”, I complain rather weakly as my hands come up to paw and grab at your wrist. Shaky knees… glassy eyes…. I haven’t recovered from the suplex when I’m pulled in rather tight! My right arm is cinched back as your left leg traps my own! The stretch in my middle goes quickly from alright to uncomfortable to downright fucking agony faster than a kid grabs an offered sweetie! My neck bends back and I’m looking to shout at you. My mouth opens and “AAAAAAWWWWW. SSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!” is all that explodes out instead of the well thought out and airtight argument for why you should let me go. My abs stretch against the material of my suit and my free left arm waves in the air as I suffer!

12:02 Jeremy_Young: Your screams galvanize me. I know I have the match in hand and I want to make you give in with this move. I pull your body by arching my back. I put your spine and abs in traction "It hurts, doesn't it? Well! Give up then." I throw my head back to try to arch you even more. The audience shouts "Finish her" I try to please them.

12:15 SweetMisty: Ooooh gaaaawwwdddd!!! This isn’t the flashiest move in the business but it’s one of the more effective ones. Just when I think I’m getting used to the pain and relax my head a bit you rear back stretching me further than before! My neck snaps back along with my hair giving everyone a fresh look of how devastating this hold can be! The ref is in my face asking if I want to quit. “No… Nooo-AAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!” My flailing left hand comes around looking for a hand hold… reaching and trying to get your shoulder. It’s right there! RIGHT THERE! If I can just pull you down just a hair so your face is in range. I could… take my nails over your grinning glouting smile and eyes… if… I…. GAAAWWWWDDDD!

12:21 Jeremy_Young: You move, you're incredibly resilient. Despite my firm grip you struggle hard and I struggle to hold you. We are sweaty, the effects of the fight are felt on our bodies. I snort as I feel like your slimy arm might slip off me. I try to improve my position slightly, I lower my head a little. Your hand reaches my face and I feel your nails scratching my eyes, nose and lips. “AAAAAGRRR BITCH” I scream in pain. I'm forced to leave you. I put my hands on my face and stagger. I do not see anything. The audience overwhelms you with boooo. Another cowardly move to avoid defeat. I complain to the referee while rubbing my eyes.

12:31 SweetMisty: My mind is racing as my body is about to reach its limit! There’s only so much a girl can take you know before she crosses the line where the pain just ain’t worth it. My nails find something soft and dig in desperately! I don’t care what it is and whatever it is does me good! You untangle quicker than a stung octopus and stumble away cursing me! The audience is on their feet again but not to cheer. Booing and throwing up thumbs down signs they just want to see me go down at this point. With a groan I fall to one knee and hold my poor side and abs that feel two times leaner than they were before you worked me over. My eyes cast back to look over my shoulder at you flailing with your face like it was on fire. Well… whatever… it… takes! Ignoring some of my own pains I push to my feet. This time I lean your way to let momentum carry me in a not so controlled stumble/run toward you. My muscles complain the whole way and I have to fight with my right arm to lift!

12:34 SweetMisty: Attempting to run by you with my right arm heading for your neck I try to swing around and bring my left arm up and around your head. I need a rest… but I can’t let you get back into this! If I can just… squuueeezze in a simple sleeper hold I might be able to catch a breath while you… don’t.

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12:39 Jeremy_Young: My eyes burn, I can't see anything and I can taste blood on my lips. All this as a result of your scratch. I stagger around the ring not knowing where you are when you catch me from behind in a sleeper hold. Once again I feel the sensation of a few minutes ago, when you strangled me with the noose. I can't stay in this hold, I have to react. I feel you behind me, your breasts pressing on my shoulders. I try to reach out to grab your head. I hold your face still on the back of my neck and then I drop you to the ground, to fall on my ass and make your jaw slam against my head, with a jawbreaker.

12:40 Jeremy_Young: https://i.gifer.com/H7R9.gif

14:32 SweetMisty: Getting in close and tight is the name of the game on this hold. My breath runs hot as I pant into your neck I’m so close. Just have to adjust my right arm like so…. And lock my hand like… like that. I’m tired but a little grin is starting to form on my face. This might be it…. Just wear him down. Little by little… Maybe Just jump on his back and… your hands come in like rodents looking to scavenge… searching… feeling…. Finding. Fingers grab at my head and hair pulling me even closer! Guuuhhh! Closer to the back of your head before…!!! Stars. Just stars. Falling here and there. Falling… like me. Back away… arms limp ant my sides… into the ropes. My back hits them as my body tries to tip over springing me back before I face plant right to the canvas. THHHUUUUDDDDD-DA-Dum-da-dum!! Cheering… from somewhere. So many stars…

15:01 Jeremy_Young: My ass hits the sea on my head I feel the weight of your jaw breaking as a result of my own fall. I can't hide the fact that the move caused some pain in my head too. While you stagger towards the ropes and then fall to the ground. I roll on the mat with my hands on my head. Then I get down on all fours and walk towards the corner of the ring. I'm tired, the match is really tough. I hold on to the ropes and use them as support to stand up. I'm struggling, but now you seem worse off than me.

15:12 SweetMisty: My left leg bends at the knee… my foot rising before thumping back down to the mat. THUD! I lay there for a good while before my head rises up. Sweat coats my skin and my hair is an awful wreck now. Swallowing I can taste…. taste… is that blood?! That jawbreaker did a number on me and I must have bitten my tongue! “UUNNNNNN…”, groans somewhere under my blonde hair. Looking around I see the ropes nearby…. Crawling slowly. So slowly. I grab for the bottom one and start pulling myself up before losing my grip. My body tumbles back to the mat before I start the process again. Slow…. So slow…. One hand on the bottom rope. The other on the middle now. Get up!!!!

15:30 Jeremy_Young: I stand up and see that you are also using the ropes to stand up. You're slow, I'm not in a hurry, but I need to recover some energy. I wait for you to get back on your feet, I breathe, then I roar and take a run towards you, accompanied by the screams of the audience. When I'm close enough to you I bend over and try to hit you with my shoulder in the abdomen, to spear you down to the mat.

17:30 SweetMisty: The top rope seems more a goal than a means to getting up. Arms shaking and legs threatening to just pull themselves out from under me, my very being feels like it is all on fire now after the rough and tumble moves that we have put on each other. "Come on Misty... Just... suck it up.", I hiss out as though to encourage myself. I'm not getting of that from the fans that is for sure! Fans? Perhaps former fans now. It seems even in a NHB match her own people want her to be the darling of the ring. It doesn't quite work that way though but you try explaining that to them.

17:38 SweetMisty: Finally up. Whew! I blow out a breath that pushes a few strands of hair out of my face that were stubbornly holding on by the sweat sticking top my skin and start to turn toward the centre of the ring. Eyes widen... and I just see you right before you impact your shoulder right into my stomach! "OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!" My body crumbles in half and folds nicely over that shoulder. However this isn't ending the way you imagined it would. No no! Those ropes do nothing... and I do mean nothing... to hold my weight as I slip through the top and middle ropes. My hands instinctively grab for something and that something is, you guessed it, you! I grab hold of those shoulders and we slip through slicker than someone covered in Vaseline sliding down a slip n' slide. The ropes flick past my legs and head leaving them to shake angrily before... 3... 2... 1... SSSLLLLAAAAMMMMMM!!!!

17:41 SweetMisty: My back takes the brunt of the landing skidding on the thin mats covering the concrete around the outside of the arena. My legs fall to the ground spread out and my arms flop off your back to land near the metal railing that is supposed to contain all the action away from the audience. As if controlled by one thought the audience jumps to their feet to cry out for you and demand more! More a ravenous mob than a friendly group of wrestling fans now they are spurred on by the violence they have gotten to witness thus far. Even the announcer to the side is screaming into the microphone, "OH MY GOD! SHE'S DEAD! LOOK AT HER!!! SOMEONE CALL THE PARAMEDICS!!" I'm laid out under you with just my chest rising and falling evenly... the only sign that I am still alive.

10:17 Jeremy_Young: I can't control the ardor with which I hit you in the abdomen with my shoulder and the ending is completely different from what I imagined. We fly out of the ring and both hit the ground badly. You with your back on the floor without protection. Luckily my fall is cushioned by your body. But I also feel the effect of the fall. We're both on the ground, you're not moving. I get down on all fours and try to move towards the steel steps to look for support that I can use to stand up.

10:27 SweetMisty: My head lolls to the right before jerking back to its original position facing up at the lights. Everything is blurred when my eyelids flutter before opening… the glare causing me to avert my gaze. “Uuurrrnnnnnggg…” With a groan I test out a few things. Back… it’s there and screaming bloody murder at me. My left hand flexes before moving up… only to flop back down again. That works.. sort of… My feet kick individually against the hard metal railing but not without sending a shock of hurt back up my spine. Oh gawd… everything just hurts! What the hell happened!? I’m in no condition to try to gather myself so I lay there sucking air. Vaguely I hear the referee yell out, “1!!!”

10:34 Jeremy_Young: I'm in trouble, but you're in trouble too. I have one chance, to beat a former OPCW main eventer on her return day. I want to go all-in. I put my hands on the steel steps and stand up. But that's not enough, I continue to climb the ring apron. I'm slow, but out of the corner of my eye I check whether you get up or not. I'm standing on the apron. The public doesn't know what I have in mind. I look at you, then I look at the corner post. I'm thinking about whether or not I should go up and try a flying attack. "I can do it" then I think about it "Better not, too risky". I then decide to try a less impactful but also less risky solution. I run along the ring apron and when you're close enough I jump for a somersault and try to land with my back on your chest with a running swanton bomb.

13:33 SweetMisty: Pawing around on the ground my left hand is trying to get a feeling for what’s here as I start to get some bearings. I’m… outside the ring? How in the hell did that happen!? My right reaches around before my hearing starts to make out more sounds. The crowd roaring… The referee yelling “4!!!!” The sounds of booted feet stomping on the canvas. Wait! That last one… That’s when a force crushes into my chest flattening my poor girls into my ribs! “AAAAUUUUUUGGGGGAAAAWWWWDDDD!!” My body bounces out from under you when you roll off. My arms cover my smashed breasts before I roll completely into my front... on my knees… cheek to the floor as I wail.. ass in the air as my legs kick against the concrete in response to the agonising shot you just laid on me.

13:41 Jeremy_Young: The audience jumps to their feet while I run and when I jump towards you they accompany my flight with a roar. I fly from the ring apron towards you and fall with my back on your chest. I feel your body compressing beneath me. The blow is very hard and I also feel pain after the impact. Immediately after the fall I roll to the ground, I hear the referee counting. I get down on all fours and try to walk towards the ring apron. The public encourages me. I put my hands on the apron and I'm on my knees. I'm exhausted, but I know that it doesn't take much to win the match.

13:47 SweetMisty: “NNNNGGGG…. Ahhhh…”, grunts out of me as I just try to process what has been done. That aerial move hurt like I was just slammed into the 5th layer of hell but it also brought me to my senses. My head snaps up with my sweat streaked hair flying up and over to fall down my back. My eyes scan around to see you making the climb back up into the ring. I want to lunge… just… get to you. Exact some revenge and make you feel halfway what I feel. Instead I fall to my hands and knees and start crawling over your way. Closer… closer…. Ever closer…. Before seeing you on your knees before me. With half a growl and half a passion filled grunt I swing my right hand up and between your legs looking to catch you with a surprise ball busting blow!

13:52 Jeremy_Young: You're down and I want to get inside the ring before the referee completes the count. I know I'm close to winning. I hear the audience shouting something: "Attention", or "Behind you". I don't really understand what they meant. I grab the bottom rope to pull myself up and roll into the ring. Suddenly, however, I feel a very hard blow between my cheeks. Your hand crushes my balls and suddenly my strength abandons me. The pain is excruciating, I can't turn around. I stay bent over with my torso on the apron and my legs dangling outside the ring. Blocked. The audience once again overwhelms you with booo.

14:01 SweetMisty: “6!!!!!” That little runt of a referee isn’t going to stop. I have to get in… just have to…. “Aaauuuggghhh!!” I grab at your body… using it like a ladder to help me climb up to the apron. My right hand grabs for the bottom rope… misses… then grabs it the second attempt. If only the rest of my limbs would listen! I have to pause and catch a breath with my ass on the apron. My eyes look to you in absolute agony and a twinge of regret does pang through me. With more than a little effort my right leg bends and I just try to push you with my barefoot on your shoulder from the apron.

14:09 Jeremy_Young: You hold on to me and make it onto the ring apron. Then you push me with one leg and I fall down to the floor. I remain kneeling outside the ring with one hand between my legs and one hand on the mat. I moan in pain, I swear, I can't believe you were so unfair. But it's an NHB and I should have expected that. I feel like the referee keeps counting, I don't want to give up.

17:13 SweetMisty: Grasping at the middle rope I can barely pull myself inside the ring. My legs flop over the rope and I tumble back inside. That twang of guilt is still bothering me though... nawing away at my attention to let me know this is not the way it should be. "8!!!!!" The count is high and I could just lay here... I could just wait it out and see. This might be it but... that's not what this is about. A count out? What a load of shit and what will the fans think. No... whether I like it or not I'm the heel in this match and after everything you have put in this is not the way. This is not how this night is going to in. With a groan I get my body to roll right back under the bottom rope before dropping onto my feet. Everything still hurts... I ache... but I reach down with my fingers looking to take your hair and head in hand. "Come on you... no easy way out for either of us here. Get up..."

17:14 SweetMisty: The referee looks, at first, surprised then downright pissed! "Get back in here! 1!!!!" By going into the ring and coming back out the count has been reset and there is plenty of time to get back in. With more than a little complaining from my joints, chest and just... everywhere... I try to get you up and roll you back in. This damn fight is not going to go out on a whimper... I'm not going to have it again.

17:18 Jeremy_Young: I try to get into the ring but I'm too weak. My legs are shaking and I still have severe pain in my balls. I take a deep breath when you step out of the ring and the referee starts counting again. But you grab me by the hair and roll me into the ring. I get on all fours and, as you enter, I go towards the ropes, trying to get up on my feet. I'm tired, sore, but the match isn't over yet. This is a real battle and I would rather die than give in.

17:23 SweetMisty: Once you are rolled up nicely into the ring I decide to catch a breath whilst leaning forward against the outside of the ring with my hands planted on the mat. The referee is still yelling down at me and I just give him a nod of my head before hoisting myself up and in as well. I'm in bad shape... Probably worse shape than you and the only reason I'm up a bit more is because I went for the boys. I'm told it's pain can incapacitate even the most giant of men and it didn't fail me this time. Stepping gingerly through the ropes I make my way slowly toward you. This has to end... one way or another...

17:27 Jeremy_Young: I hold onto the top rope with one hand and touch my lower abdomen with the other. I'm breathing heavily. I'm watching you, I'm not in a hurry, I need time to recover some energy. I want to surprise you and as soon as you stand up I try to sprint towards you, but I don't have the strength. After the first step I slow down, I move slowly. But I don't stop. I walk up to you and try to hit your chin with a forearm.

17:33 SweetMisty: My walk is more like something from one of those low budget zombie flicks... just barely able to put one foot in front of the other. I'm coming for you though... relentless... mindless... coming... for.... you... I don't want a brainy snack though. I want to win... and win definitively. A cough spills out of me and I'm forced to look down for a moment. It's right at that time that I can hear movement coming at me. The boards of the mat are shaking and when I look up you are there. It was a short distance but it seems you are just as hurt and achy as I am. Your forearm comes up and gets shoved in my face. "H-Hey...", is all I can manage before that appendage comes bursting forward into my chin. My head is thrown back with spit and blood flying through the air from my lips. My feet stagger back a few steps but I do stay on my feet.

17:33 SweetMisty: My gaze swings back around and I raise my own arm up to give you as good as you gave... my own forearm thumping forward looking to connect with your own chin!

17:38 Jeremy_Young: I hit you and you take steps back. I don't have the speed to follow you to try another shot. But it doesn't take long for you to regain your balance and you give me the same blow to my chin. My head snaps back. It's really tiring to be able to keep your balance without falling. I grit my teeth. We are both weak, and I know that the worst thing for anyone in our condition is to run. I then decide to try to grab your wrist, I pull you to try to throw you towards the ropes and make you bounce, and then wait for you in the center of the ring ready for a subsequent possible attack.

17:52 SweetMisty: This is turning out to be a slug fest because... we can't do anything else. My forearm thuds into your chin and I get the satisfaction of your head flying back and your hair whipping up from the shock of the hit. Yeeesssss.... go down! FALL! Your feet shuffle and it looks like you might teeter back and just go horizontal when... you don't! My eyes widen in surprise and my lips screw up as though you are just doing this to irk me. I'm wide open for you to grab my wrist and, with surprising power, you whip me toward the far ropes and I just have the presence of mind to turn so that my back falls into the ropes which strain from the pressure of a body being hurled into them. The only way for them to react is to throw me back toward you... which they do with gusto! My legs can hardly keep up as I hurl back toward you!

22:25 Jeremy_Young: It's hard but I can push you towards the ropes. When you bounce with your back against the ropes I take a deep breathe and get ready to catch you in the middle of the ring. When you are close enough I step towards you with my wide arm to hit your chest with my clothesline.

22:37 SweetMisty: Momentum is all I have... or does it have me? I would say the latter in this instance as if I wanted to stop my run I couldn't. I don't have the endurance or strength to even try as my mind races faster than my legs are going. And that's pretty damn fast right now! You're getting closer in a hurry and suddenly you thrust that arm out. My arms come up but not before yours hits me square across my tits! My feet keep going under your arm before my body snaps in the air... going horizontal before falling straight down below you... hitting the mat with a deafening SSSLLLLLAAAAMMMMM!!! "AHHHHHH GGGGGAAAWWWWDDD!!!" My already sore breasts from our outside the ring shenanigans are further crushed into me again. While I feel the ring floor crash against my back its my chest that my arms come up to to cradle and hold. My legs jerk out as the pain is too much to contain. Of all the places to hit me...

08:55 Jeremy_Young: I hit you and you fall on the mat. I'm exhausted, I can hardly stand up. I lean forward and place my hands on my knees. I look at you, you're on the ground in front of me. How can I do well in this match? My opponent is resistant and always seems to have a rabbit in the hat to surprise me. I get on my knees and grab your head to lift it off the ground. I try to put you in a sitting position and I'm behind you. I wrap my arm around your neck, press my chest against your back. With my other hand I grab my arm and start holding you in a sleeper hold to stop you from breathing.

08:55 Jeremy_Young:

10:21 SweetMisty: Still clutching my breasts my arms pull away from my tender orbs before my sweat soaked hair is used as a handle to roughly pull me up to sit. “Aaarrrggghhhh! MY HAIRRRRRR!!!” Your arm slithers song my neck pushing my chin up just hair before your other arm slaps in on top… joining the other. My mouth opens and my hands come up to grab and paw at your flexing forearm. Ahh shhhiiittt!!! This is a familiar feeling! The one move that everyone will fight like hell to get out of and, when they can’t, breaks down their will right in front of a capacity crowd. All I have to do is…. Hands? Hey!!! Listen to be! Do… This!!! And!!! I’m tired…. Beaten down… The world was already swimming in my vision and this is just making things worse… much worse. My body twists and my legs kick she slide on the mat looking for a possible escape but in my weakened condition you lock the sleeper in tight!

10:26 Jeremy_Young: You wiggle and the crowd cheers because they understand that this could be the decisive maneuver of the match. I flex my biceps and try to squeeze your neck in my grip. My sweaty chest rubs against your back. We are wet as if we had just taken a shower. Our bodies are so slimy that it's not easy to keep a firm grip. You slip on the mat and I struggle to hold on to you, but I don't want to let go of you, I'm determined to suffocate you.

10:32 SweetMisty: My movements get heavier… weaker. Slower. My eyes blink as though the sandman is tossing the most potent of dust right into them. The ‘Go the FUCK to SLEEP’ brand that you can’t find in stores. Slapping at your forearm my hands start to lower… arms shaking as I fight this… fight the inevitable. So tired…. Sleep will… make it… all better… I want to complain. My lips part and I make my case. “UUUUNNNNNnnnnnrrrmmm…” A full proof argument for why this isn’t the end if I ever heard one! My right leg slumps flat to the floor… twitching from time to time as I try to will it back to life. Nnnnnnooooooo…

11:22 Jeremy_Young: I grit my teeth as I hold you in my sleeper hold. I want to put you to sleep, but I don't have a shred of strength left. "Give up, damn it, what are you waiting for, I can't take it anymore" I whisper in your ear hoping that you will accept my request. I want to win, but I'm exhausted. The referee comes over to us to make sure you're still awake.

11:31 SweetMisty: “Mmmmgggg…. Mmmmm…” You’ve got me wrapped up tight… like a freshly wrapped Christmas gift waiting to be torn open. What’s inside? A big ‘L’ for me it seems as my legs slide to a halt. My eyes shut completely as all systems are shutting down. That left hand, stubbornly holding on to your forearm, slides off like water off a rock to fall into my lap. My hair… plastered to my sweaty face… I sure look a sight. A loser on display. My breathing steadies and nothing… nothing moves. The ref checks and raises my arm once… then twice. The result is the same. Nothing. Just a lifeless flop back down. No one is home. The lights are out. Hell the breakers are fucking tripped after this one! The ref calls it and there… let that be a lesson to anyone that thinks they can just come back in here and challenge anyone. The crushing weight of reality.. and a sleeper.. will be a real wake up call.

11:38 Jeremy_Young: The referee raises your arm three times and drops it back onto the mat the same number of times. After which he signals that he can ring the bell. The match is over. I won. But I can't enjoy the success. I loosen my grip to let you go, my muscles relax, but at the same time I also collapse on the ground, passed out.