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21:18 SweetMisty: In the back lockers way in the back I've staked out my space to get prepared in relative peace. My return to the OPCW wasn't exactly the stellar affair that I was hoping it would have been. No one wants to start off (or restart in my case) with a loss. It's just the way it goes sometimes. That's what I tell myself at least. It just sometimes happens. I can still feel the pressure of that sleeper around my neck as it put me out. With a growl I shake my head pushing that memory to the back of my mind. Thinking about how I went down in a previous fight is just going to put me in the wrong frame of mind for tonight. And that's deadly with the opponent that was selected for me. My god damn personal piece of kryptonite. Michelle fucking Pantero. It had to be her that was going to be the gateway to the upper card. Either take on the woman that seems able to twist my body and mind into knots and win... or be banished to the lower ranks for who knows how long.

21:32 SweetMisty: It's time. No more thinking about the past. Time to focus on the future. A bright future. One that catapults me up to the upper echelons of ranks in the OPCW. Taking one last look in the full length mirror I blow out a breath and shake out my arms. My leotard is in place. The stars bright along my torso and the bows with streamers placed perfectly where they always are in my hair and on my hips. Boots are laced up tight along with the gloves over the wrapped ribbons that are braided over my forearms. A technician comes in looking around before they finally spot me. "Misty! You're up! First one out!" A wave is the only response they get... and all they need. Everyone is a professional here and a look... a nod... a pointing finger... is all that is needed to get your message across. Time to make my way to the curtain...

21:40 SweetMisty: The nervousness before a match always seems to start when I begin the walk. You know... we all do it. The walk from the locker room to the door leading out to the arena. Some keep that nervousness with them all the way to the ring. Mine... mine goes away as soon as I step through that black curtain. I can hear the crowd bustling about when the announcer's voice cuts over the PA system. "This contest... is scheduled for ONE FALL! This winner of this match will be VAULTED to the upper ranks of the OPCW! Our first contestant hails from Oxford, England!" The familiar sound of a hand raking across a set of piano keys is that moment for me. No time for nerves or doubting thoughts floating into my mind. This is showtime! With a chop of my right hand I split the entrance curtain and jump though as "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" starts playing its familiar catchy beat. The crowd comes to their feet to get a glimpse of me as I start to dance down the aisle toward the ring.

21:51 SweetMisty: High fives are given out. My best smile is given to anyone that's cheering as I make my way to the ring. The announcer takes over to finish my announcement before the lyrics start up. "At a height of 5'10" and weighing 125 lbs... The English Rose... SWWEEEEEEETTTTTTTTT MISTY!!!!" Just in time as always for the lyrics to start up! My favourite part hearing Cyndi just belt out that first line. "SOME GIRLS LIKE TO BUY NEW SHOES! AND OTHERS LIKE DRIVIN' TRUCKS AND WEARIN' TATOOS!" What the hell is this!? My pace starts to slow down as I'm looking around thinking this must be some kind of mistake. My eyes search around for some of the speakers before looking around for some of the crew as I jog... then walk down the entrance aisle. "There's only one thing that they all like a bunch! Oh, girls, they want to have lunch!! Oh, girls just want to have lunch!!" I finally spy one of the crew near the outside of the ring and spread my arms out like... What the FUCK!

22:08 SweetMisty: The poor girl presses a hand to her headset listening to a voice on the other end before giving me a quizzical look and offering only a shrug as an answer. That's all I'm going to get!? Meanwhile fans have started picking up on the parody lyrics of "Girls Just Wanna Have Lunch" and it hits me... It's her! It has to have been her!!! I bet her dirty fat fingerprints are all over this little prank!! It's the very thing she would do to get into my head and now... now all I can do is walk to the ring with random people pointing at me and laughing... one guy thinks he's so cute acting like he's eating an imaginary Big Mac before rubbing his not inconsiderable belly like it was the best god damn burger he had had in a long LONG time. God damn it... "I know how to keep a woman satisfied... When I whip out my Diner's Card their eyes get so wide!" Sniffing I hold my head up and walk the rest of the way to the ring... a light pink colouring my face as I climb up onto the apron.

22:14 SweetMisty: No running around the outside of the ring. No sliding under the bottom rope and jumping to my feet to scream at the fans out there screaming to see a masterpiece of ring wrestling just about to take place. No climbing the corner buckles and cheering them on with my arms in the air. No... this time all I can do is look around from the centre of the ring before back walking to my corner. My mind burns the the image of who I am squarely placing blame for this... this... slander!! I won't have to wait long to see her again. See her coming down to what I presume will be something that brings down the house. I chew on my bottom lip as my eyes focus on the entrance aisle. "They're always in the mood for something to munch! Oh, girls, they want to have lunch!! Oh, girls just want to have..." The song is cut at that point and its only a matter of time. She's coming...

00:09 Michelle_Pantero: I'm alone in the locker room, my previous reputation allowing me this slight respite from the other OPCW wrestlers. Not that they couldn't enter, but that they KNEW getting on my radar at the moment would make them a immediate target. I had been gone for a while, and relinquished to the lower ring of standings. The former champion, the most electrifying member of OPCW now was barely even spoken about. How swiftly everyone forgot my epic matches against that fake twin, Heather. What about the gauntlet matches I endured? I still held the record number of eliminations. My name used to make people tremble, just the thought of being a opponent would make them doubt themselves. They knew they were about to come face to face with the forging fire, and few could ever stand the heat. I close my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow. I need to push all the anger to the side for the time being, saving it for the ring.

00:21 Michelle_Pantero: I contemplate my opponent and the stipulations attached to this bout. KC it seemed wasn't without her own sense of humor. A match for the right to pass into the gateway of the upper echelon of the OPCW?? What a joke. A subtle slap to my face. Like I needed to prove myself, had I not defeated Kevyn in style, had I not went toe to toe with Shady and but him away as well? What else did I have to prove? 2 top contenders put away with ease and what do I get in return, Misty. Another person coming back after hiatus, I saw her last loss. Valiant effort, but she came up short, like she's always done against me. I think back over the last time we clashed. A half smile playing on my lips as I tilt my head listening intently. There was no doubt she had some skills, but she was easily flustered, manipulated. I hear the opening beats of her signature theme music starting. Nearly wishing I went first just to see her face. A threat to the sound tech was all it took to start the head games.

00:33 Michelle_Pantero: "Weird" Al blasts throughout the arena. A smile widing on my face. Surprise, kiddo. Even with the mind games, I knew I shouldn't underestimate her. Smart, ring savvy, flexible and quick on her feet, she was always just one step away from being on my heels. That last match where I took the World Championship off her proved that. We went pillar to post, fighting each other to the near limit of our abilities. I pulled out the win, put how close was it. Surely she had spent this time in training, only growing in ability. Had she managed to pick up a new trick I wasn't prepared for, I certainly had but I wouldn't know until we were face to face, body to body struggling for ring supremacy. A faint tap sounds at the locker room door, nothing needs to be said. It's time. I slowly walk to the curtain, letting her anxiety build with each passing second. Let the nerves start to get the better of her, before I make my way down the ramp.

00:49 Michelle_Pantero: The arena goes dark, hundreds of cell phones providing a faint light. Twin shrieks of mortars split the air before detonating overhead, showering the top of the ramp in firework glory. Every eye is drawn to the top of the empty ramp. My blue and red cat's eye emblem starts to flash on the jumbo Tron. Rob zombies 'Superbeast' starts to play. I still wait for that perfect moment. "Hey, yeah, I'm the one that you wanted. Hey, yeah, I'm your superbeast". I cut through the curtain, fists raised high in the air to the screams. Hopefully the lyrics hit home to my opponent. I start down the ramp as the announcer begins. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING NOW. COMING IN AT 5'7 145PDS OF TWISTED STEEL AND SEX APPEAL. THE PANTHER PRINCESS, THE CAROLINA TWISTER HERSELF MIIIIICCHHEELLEE PAANNTEROOO!!!". I slide underneath the bottom rope, taking time to mount each corner in turn, posing for the cheering crowd.

00:52 Michelle_Pantero: Leaving my back open is another calculated move. Dismissive of your skills to even attempt a cheap shot or a respectful of your integrity as a foe, that's for you to figure out. I hope down and retreat to my corner, stretching out, my red leather bikini stretches across my curves. I bounce on the balls of my feet, waiting for the bell to sound.

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12:29 SweetMisty: My gaze follows you from the curtain all the way down the aisle... under the ropes and going around to each corner getting a pop from the crowd at each one. You look absolutely ravishing in your red leather bikini and strutting around in your flawless planned opening that you have. It must be nice to have the music you planned actually play! My lips work as I watch you before looking at the crowd hooting and hollering back at you right when you want them to. Like a puppeteer pulling on some strings you play the crowd as though manipulating a doll to do exactly what you want. It's infuriating as that was what I wanted to do! Get them leaning my way to aim that enthusiasm when I most need it. Maybe even tilt you a bit more into doing something irrational in that critical match moment. No... no its clear right now that I'll have to fight for that in the ring like everything else. Nothing comes easy. The people are behind you and right now... I'm the girl with the joke song...

12:41 SweetMisty: Waiting in the middle of the ring for you to finish crooning at the crowd and warm up I shake out my wrists and start to get my mind set back on the task at hand... on the plan for winning this thing. If I lose this thing the boss is going to look at me, crush me up like a worthless piece of paper and throw me into the waste basket of the lower dregs of the locker room. I can't let that happen! Bouncing on my feet a bit to loosen up I look back toward you and... there you are... looking my way now. This has been a long time coming and it took far far too long to get here. Third time is the charm right Misty? You damn well know it is! This is for all the bananas and the way you look at me tells me you are running along the same lines. The referee signals for the bell. *DING DING DING* With that I circle around to the right knowing better than to try to catch you out in a corner right away. You'd be expecting that... or so I think...

03:38 Michelle_Pantero: My eyes are like lasers, watching you get loose. Studying every small movement, bounce, down to the most miniscule twitch, filing away every scrap of data I can for the upcoming battle. I know your looking to ascend to the top of the mountain, and I'm the only thing standing in your way. The bell sounds. A funeral gong has the same gravitas, we both know that one shall rise, and one fall by the time this is all said and done. I skip out of my corner, matching you step for step as the initial dance begins. I should come out guns blazing, but I still have the tiniest seed of doubt. And what better way to solve a what if, than with a straight up challenge. Let's see what kinda person you are. I stop circling, coming to a halt in near center ring. My right hand edges up, fingers waggling, inviting you to slip your hand in mine. "Come on PRINCESS... Show me what you got?" I taunt, daring you to take up the test of strength gauntlet I've cast down.

19:04 SweetMisty: My eyes look up briefly to that hand... fingers wiggling... calling me out in front of everyone here. This feels like deja vu! Did this happen in our last match? It happened so long ago... My left leg takes a cautious step back as I look out at the roaring crowd to see what they think. The cheering amps up a decibel as everyone is trying to convey their thought on the matter and it is the most damn important opinion in the entire arena of course! Truth be told you can't get much out of anyone when you do this but the people that paid good money for a place to park their butt want to feel like they are impactful. They can be but... this is a trick of the industry... but it works every time. My head rotates back to look at you before I step forward, reach up for your hand carefully... slowly... before trying to snatch that tanned wrist, turn into you in an attempt to twist it up like a piece of washing that needs to be wrung out! "Not this time Michelle! Trickery..."

05:07 Michelle_Pantero: The crowd is nearly deafening, giving you advice. You seem hesitant to actually to lock up. Your feet shuffling back and forth as you mull it over. I see you glancing out at the crowd, I could use that slight distraction to kick things off, but I hold off, waiting to see what your decision brings. It's bound to impact the pace of this entire match. I see your spine stiffen, a decision reached. You turn and look at me, a new fire shining in your eyes. It's almost alarming putting me on edge. A shiver runs down my spine, a delicious anticipation of the battle to come. Your hand moves up slowly, I widen my fingers. Ready to clap palms, my left starts to rise. A snake strike would be as difficult to track as your hand snapping out. Circling my wrist, I feel the iron in your fingers. Torquing it down and over, I start to hunch lower. The strain on my elbow and shoulder growing as you catch me in a standing wrist lock. "Sneaky Bitch.." I grunt out.

05:08 Michelle_Pantero: Balling my weaker left fist, I turn inwards attempting a short rabbit punch into your taunt abdomen.

13:32 SweetMisty: After twirling and coming back up with your arm coming out of it a little twisted I secure both my hands around your wrist. Half the onlookers cheer a bit more enthusiastically while the other half groans. I guess you can tell which ones wanted me to go through with your little test of strength and which didn't. If you picked for me not to go for it go get yourself a beer! You earned it! With a little grunt my hands try to force your arm back and up a little bit more to make it that much more uncomfortable for you. I'm ever the gracious host and want only the best for when people come to visit me... especially you Michelle! But... you seem to have concerns with the service being provided.

13:39 SweetMisty: A swift jerk of your left arm and the fingers of that hand pulled into a tight fist is the feedback I receive. It jams right into my tummy causing the muscles there to tighten up, my mouth opens of its own accord with a nice "HHUUUNNNNNNFFFFF!!" coming out with a good deal of air and I'm pitching forward just a bit out of reaction though I maintain the hold on that arm. "Shhhhiiitttt... you blonde bimbo...!!" I raise back up with my left arm hanging menacingly in the air. It bends to form a nice sharp elbow which I try to bring down where yours is on that twisted arm of yours to try and get you to appreciate the ring welcome I'm trying to give you!

01:15 Michelle_Pantero: The roars of the crowd is split between us, some screaming for you to continue on in your endeavor to woman handle me. Others yelling for me to continue fighting back, even they sense that there's something more to this match than just moving up the ranks. I force myself not to listen, to remain focused on you. My knuckles dig into your belly, causing a satisfying woof to burst from your lips. You lean in, coming near to pressing your forehead into mine. My eyes bore into yours at this narrow distance, I see it. A determination that I've never seen before in all the times I've faced you. It seems you have something to prove, not to me but to yourself. My own harden slightly, well if you want a war, by God I'll give it to you. I start to pull my left fist back, my earlier success making me believe that another sharp punch will force you off of me.

01:27 Michelle_Pantero: A extra twist of my wrist causes me to yelp, "AAAHhhh.. strawberry shortcake wannabe." I watch as you raise your elbow over my arm. It seems your trying to take away my most potent weapons. I think quickly, rotating my right wrist to latch onto yours. I duck into a forward roll, easing the pressure off my arm. Trying to tighten up my fingers, I attempt to flip back up to my feet. Hoping to be quick enough to turn your own wristlock back into you with a hammerlock.

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19:02 Sweet_Misty: My arm rotates down with the elbow leading the way... my eyes like a targeting system trained on that elbow. Your right comes around in the blink of an eye and sets off a series of events. You roll your sleek body forward which causes me to go off balance... my elbow strike going wildly off target! Growling low I try to square back up to you and... did you just untwist your arm!? We're just holding hands as though we're sisters on our way to school now! No wait... no you are... you turn and whip my own into a twist! "WHA-HHHUUUUHHHHH!!! YOU... YOU BITCH!", is all I can call out as you scramble my senses. I can't be clever if you are yanking me that way! Now it's my turn to tip forward a bit with my left hand reaching up to my right shoulder.... tapping and rubbing it to try to stop some of the pangs of discomfort from getting out of hand.

17:43 Michelle_Pantero: I've caught you off guard with my swift movement, seems like you haven't completely seen everything I bring to the squared circle. I pull your arm tighter behind your back, smirking as you yell out in protest. Your butt hits my hips as you bend taking some of the pressure off your shoulder. "Now, now Misty. I.. HAVEN'T .. STARTED.. BEING ... A... BITCH.. YET!!" I growl in your ear, punctuating each word with another upward jerk on arm. Playing towards a technical wearing down of your body, I plan my next move with care. I push forward, increasing the torque on your shoulder and elbow. Stepping slightly to the right, the smooth leather of my chest rubs across your back. I try to snake my left leg in front of your ankles, attempting to trip you face first down to the canvas.

19:59 Sweet_Misty: My face is pinched in all sorts of pain. I don't care who you are and what you do... when another takes hold of your arm and twists it all akimbo its like a joystick and they are going to use you like an avatar. My left hand slaps my right shoulder again as another sharp spike of fresh pain jolts my head back. "Ahhh!" That... however... is nothing. Almost every word you spit out snarling into my ear is accompanied by a sharp jerk of mine upward. My fingers stretch and grab around with each one as my head tilts back further with each one until I am staring up at the lights that are so bright they burn their image into my vision. Each one rewarded with a "AHHHH!!!" which gets louder and louder... like you playing one key after another as your fingers go up the notes on a keyboard. Do-Re-Mi indeed! "OHFUCK!!! You wait until...!!" Leather slides along my own costume as you step around... your left leg slipping around and in front of me.

20:05 Sweet_Misty: With a simple shove my eyes go wide a my feet try to react and find a new centre of balance... denied by the strategic placement of your left leg! I trip spectacularly and launch into the air going fully horizontal before slamming with a THUMMMMMP. The only silver lining here is my arm snaps back around and I manage to get both of them around to protect my face somewhat however its not a pleasant landing at all. 4 out of 10 the judges say! "Auuuggghhh!" Knowing you you have a plan... and I don't. Not right now! After I settle there and take the fall as best I can I try to buck around... twisting... so that I'm on my back whilst pulling my boots back to my chest. With a double thrust of my long legs I blindly kick out just to keep you from staying on top of me if you follow close behind!

20:17 Michelle_Pantero: I feel you toppling forward, letting go of your arm so I don't get dragged down with you. A slight laugh bursts from my lips at your disgraceful landing. Believing your stunned, I start to close in on you, bending slightly to try and trap your legs. How well I know how lethal they can be in our other contests, I certainly want to weaken them early on and take away a portion of your offensive capabilities. "OOOMMMFFF." A set of heels slam into my stomach, forcing a hard woof of air out of my lungs. I stumble backwards, dropping down to my left knee. My arms right hand wrapping around my core, my left presses into the mat to steady me. A swaying curtain of blonde hair covers the side of my face as I start sucking down air.

20:34 Sweet_Misty: I'm half surprised when my feet find a connection with your body. A maneuver born more from our other encounters and knowing how you always have a plan! Always following up and not giving me room to breath even a miniscule of relief in. It's why you are so great... even the other wrestlers in the back room think you are supposed to win this. It's expected... inevitable? Not in my mind. Once my legs land on the mat rumbling the boards underneath I roll to the right and up onto my knees. Hissing my eyes scan my right arm as the pain has already become a dull ache that won't go away any time during this match... nor tomorrow or the next having had experience with this sort of thing. Still it's not out of commission and that's what matters! Shaking it out I slowly get back to my feet before circling a bit to the left... tossing my head back to get some annoying strawberry blonde locks out of my face.

20:48 Michelle_Pantero: Okay, I huff to myself, caught by a lucky blow. I was treating you like the Misty of old, like a rookie who hadn't gotten her boots wet yet and I suffered for my over confidence. I push myself back up to my feet, twin red marks across my tanned stomach where you connected. I take note of how your favoring your right arm, chalking it up to a potential weakness to exploit. The ring vibrates as you start to move. Still catching my breath I start to circle, I lock eye's with you and give a curt nod. A slight showing of respect and that the gloves are off. I dart forward, hands coming up high to attempt a shoulder elbow tie up.

21:12 Sweet_Misty: Shaking out my right wrist again to make sure it is nice and loose as we circle again. Here we are... right back to where we started but a little more wary... a little wiser... and this all feels familiar as well. You catch my eye and give me a quick nod. My lips curl up just a hint and I give it right back to you. We've been here before and there's a reason we always seem to run into each other multiple times. We're damn good and draw a beautiful large crowd of people willing to pay out the nose just to see us clash once again. I take in a breath and then... you dart forward and I push off with my back foot to meet you in the middle of the ring. The board shake as our two forces collide and we lock up. Body trembling... teeth grit... I try to duck a little low so I can bend my legs before shoving off the mat to try to get some momentum against you... try to push your pretty back into the strands of rope around the ring.

21:23 Michelle_Pantero: The crowd roars it's approval as we collide center ring, they know that their in for a helluva a tussle. Hands tightening up on each other's body, we're nearly forehead to forehead pushing into each other. Our hot breath blows in each other's face as we jockey for position. Our breasts slide across each other as you dip lower, adding a extra set of pressure in my chest as you push in. I grunt, trying to power you back myself. Gaining a step, before I lose it. One step backwards becomes two.... Then three.. I feel the hard cable's of the ropes pushed into my back. I hesitantly raise my hands off of you slightly in the air for a clean break.

21:44 Sweet_Misty: I want to hold you there... just keep you in the ropes bent over it with your hair trapped between your back and the bottom rope. I want to... I SOOOO want... The referee appears to our side like some god damn black and white ghost out of nowhere. "Hey! Ropes! Let her go! 1! 2!" My eyes flit to the ref before settling back on you... and I... I'm not going to do you that way. I don't just back off either! My body pushed into you to get you nice and tight in the ropes before changing my grip to your left arm. "Time to go for a ride Hun! Mmmmmfff!" With that I let the ropes slingshot you out as I take a few steps with you before trying to swing that wrist around... looking to see you darting across the ring and into the ropes on the other side!

21:56 Michelle_Pantero: The ref darts in to start the break, his hand thrusting up fingers as he counts. My eyes narrow when I'm pushed in harder into the ropes by your press. Our bodies molding to each other as the cables grow taunt. I start to lower my arms ready to shove you away. Your arms snap out, my wrist is caught up by your hands, the sudden release of the push let's the ropes do there natural work. I'm pushed forward, a following along in your wake as you tug my arm. You rotate, speeding my along to the other side of the ring. My back lits them and shoots me towards you like a runaway train.

22:06 Sweet_Misty: You know... this is my element. I love the fast and furious action and there are a few moves I could employ here. So many choices... but the reality is with you off the time for planning is over and it's time to go with the first one I can think of. And it ain't exactly one that is my style let me tell you. It's more... I can't just beat around the bush here with you... no... death by a thousand cuts and wearing you down just doesn't work. I learned that painful lesson in the final moments before you stripped my belt away. I follow in just a few steps before my arms come up and out toward you... my fingers wriggling in anticipation as I try to time this just right. No dropkicks this time... no high flying maneuver... but I can use your momentum. I just have to catch you!

22:08 Sweet_Misty: Hopefully I can wrap my arms around your waist and lift with my legs to change the direction of your momentum to go up... lifting you up and trying to turn your world upside down! Hopefully I can turn you in the air before pulling you back down... right on to my waiting knee... outstretched as I lower!

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22:25 Michelle_Pantero: I'm rushing along footfalls thundering towards you. I see you positioning yourself in front of my path. My mind whirls at the possibilities I may have to counter.. dropkick... Too obvious.. clothesline.... Your too centered... I tuck a shoulder preparing to run right through you, counting on my added mass and speed just to overwhelm whatever you have planned. You inch just off center, arms wrapping around my hips in a reverse grip. Shoulder digging into my stomach, my speed adds to your lift. Snatched up off my feet, I spin in your arms turning a circle across your chest. "AAAHHHGGGGG" I scream. The small of my back slamming across your outstretched knees. My muscles seize under the sharp pain. Falling to the mats, my feet drum the canvas. I rock slowly back and forth, my right hand sliding down my body to try and massage away the pain.

22:36 Sweet_Misty: "YYYYYAAAAAAA!!" The thump of your lower back on my knee is a thing of wonder! The crash of the boards under the canvas as your redirected momentum comes to a sudden end. The way your body arches over my knee into a bow and your mouth splits open in what is the 'first scream of which I am sure there will be many' during the match. Match? No... we don't match up. We collide! When you bounce down to the ring floor the fans just pop! That's not what they are used to seeing. I'm a harrier. My style is strike and move... strike and move. This is more... yours. And I can't think of anything you would be expecting less. Grinning from ear to ear I just scoot myself over near the top of you and look to sink my hand into your famous blonde locks... wanting you to sit up... and aiming to throw my arm around and under your chin from behind. "How did you rate that? I'll count the number of times you kicked your feet afterward. 10? 10?? 10. Perfect..."

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22:52 Michelle_Pantero: My back throbs, my right hand working the muscles to relax. Later in the match this could have ended it. But I still need time to get my wits about me, time it seems your not going to allow me. Other opponents would have played to the crowd after getting a cheer like that. But not you, not today. You slip into my back, the burn of my scalp peeling me off the mats. You scoot in closer, wrapping your arms around my neck. Bicep pressing against my cheek, you pull my neck into your stomach. I feel my neck starting to tighten. I hear your mocking words in my ear. I'm getting woman handled in the worst way, shown up like it's my first time out here. I drop my left hand, twisting my hips and shoulders to try and gather my knees underneath me. Your arm continues to squeeze, my head feels like it's going to explode. "Noo..tt... Ove...rrr yettt." I grunt. Trying to get my arms around your hips to force myself up to my feet.

22:59 Sweet_Misty: "Unnn! UNNNN! Just.... let... this one... GO!" My arm muscling pulsing with each grunt and GO. I know you won't... it's not in your blood. I don't think you could willingly give up even if every bone in your body was broken and you were threatened with complete and total nuclear annihilation. I can imagine you spitting at the bomb as it dropped in defiance. You aren't in those kinds of dyer straights but... hey the night is young right! I grit my teeth as I try to keep the pressure on but you manage to get your knees under you.... Turning me a bit in the process and forcing us up. I have to bend forward just a bit to keep the lock on you but... like a nose I keep you at the grindstone. Shock the body... and then wear you down. You clutching at your back... and I did notice that by the way... is still etched in my mind when I should be making plans for my next move. The ref checks the hold declaring there is no choke before dropping to a knee and looking again.

23:00 Sweet_Misty: "No choke Ref! No choke! See!?" We're on our feet but I'm determined to wring you out just a bit more. One more pulse... that's all...

23:16 Michelle_Pantero: We work our way up to a base. You growling at me to let it go. Me? Let something go, you must have forgotten who I was in your time away. I don't let anything go, I'll fight until I'm knocked out and still talk shit while unconscious. I'd shout my defiance to the rafters but the pressure you keep on my head prevents it. I can't waste the tiniest of air. My arms slide around, I nearly drop back to a knee when your muscles pulse. The ref keeps looking, ensuring everything is clean. He looks me in the face. "You give?? You give.. Michelle?" He questions, as my face turns red. My hands tighten on your hips. "NOO.." I croak out, a little spit leaking from the corner of my lips. I tense my thighs, groaning through the protest in my spine. I need to get free and get you off me. I start to straighten up, trying to leverage you higher up. Nearly stumbling I turn in a small circle before attempting to drop your spread legs across my outstretched knees in a atomic drop.

23:18 Michelle_Pantero:  https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fgifs.com%2Fgif%2Fhow-to-sell-an-atomic-drop-9Qk94Y&psig=AOvVaw3LWGqfKThKrPaZrk_FcrCo&ust=1707175621466000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=2ahUKEwis7pT16pKEAxUF6QIHHYnVBKwQjRx6BAgAEBY

23:38 Sweet_Misty: My arm is starting to shiver from trying to keep this up. There is one thing I can say about grinding another down... it sucks for them but give a little sympathy to the one doing the grinding. It's damn hard work!!! My face is red as I try to just keep you down. Back on our feet and I know... I can just squeeze you out a bit more.... like getting that last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. You aren't near as spent as that though. Indeed I can tell that part is true when you lift my legs off the mat. My expression goes from determination to surprise in 0.48 seconds. A damn eternity in wrestling time let me tell you! You stretch your lean mean form all the way up with my legs straight up in the air. My head shakes and my arm tightens around your neck but not to try and wear you down... oh no... more to just hang on for DEAR LIFE!!! My legs are pulled just a smidge more apart and that's when I get that sinking feeling.

23:42 Sweet_Misty: The crowd blurs in my vision and I drop just as fast as it took me to go from in control to out of it. Where that felt like a lifetime this... the trip down... seemed to go way too damn fast! My ass crashes on your knee sending a shock right up my spine. My knees quiver and my mouth opens in a perfect 'O' shape. You know the one... when you see it happen in the ring and you find yourself going "Ooooo!" for them because... damn... I can't even make that sound right now but the crowd can... and they do. My hands, shuddering during the trip, reach around to just feel the point of impact before I try to take a step forward. That was a mistake.... My entire body is just not listening fully to my brain right now. The wiring is all shot! When I try to take that step I just... tilt... forward... falling face first to the canvas with my ass in the air! The ring thunders from the impact and I kick my left leg once... twice... three times as my voice catches up to me.

23:42 Sweet_Misty: "Ahhhhhhh-AUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!"

14:10 Michelle_Pantero: I get you up off your feet, grunting with the effort. Your arms flex tighter, nearly twisting my head off in your attempt to counter my lift. 'BBBBAAFFMMM' the ropes vibrate from the impact of your landing. Hell my own knee aches a bit from dropping you down on it. Your arms slip off my head and I can drawn in my first deep breath in minutes. A deep whistle running passed my pursed lips as I huddle on my knee. Your booty wobbles in front of me, like a poorly imitation of a twerk. Your legs tremble, the crowd is evenly split in it's cheers of pleasure and groans of a quick turnaround. You take one step forward and I can't believe that you're not down, there's no way you can walk it off, how tough have you become. I watch you teeter and pitch forward like a Christmas tree being cut down. I sigh in relief, your foot driving down into the mats, a howl of pain ripping from your throat.

14:18 Michelle_Pantero: I take another few shuddering breaths, the ache in my head dying down to a hard throb. I see your rounded derriere perched high in the air. I huff forcing myself to my feet. Deciding that a change of pace maybe in my favor, going toe to toe with you hasn't been in my favorite. I ease around to your head. Stopping down, I feel my hands with your slick strawberry hair. Adding steady pressure, I try to pull you back up to your feet, hoping to stand you up so I can wrap my arms around you for a tight squeeze of my own.

17:51 Sweet_Misty: "Mmmmm... Oooohshhhiiittt...." There's nothing my massaging can do to make this pain go away. On top of that atomic drops have a unique side effect to them.... at least it happens to me and I can only presume it happens to any one else. It just paralyzes for a crucial few seconds. Oh you can try to fight it but then... you end up face down and arse in the air like I did! Slowly... my knees just slip along the rough canvas catching at intervals before pulling free and continuing on their way. With a soft "Oooohh...." my tush comes down and my legs lay flat on the mat. This is bad... really bad! You can't just sit around feeling sorry for yourself like this! Not with someone like Michelle stalking about and!!! "AHHH! My hair!! REF!", I call out blindly as you light up my scalp by taking a full handful of my signature blonde mane up. Pawing hands come up to grab and push against your wrist and fingers but, like a good little puppet, I rise at your insistent urging.

18:01 Sweet_Misty: My eyes are pinched shut which is the current focus of the camera recording all of the action for the good people back home. My left leg clumsily slips around to plant my foot... getting me up on one knee. My right tries to do something similar... picking a spot and planting my foot down until it spasms still feeling the effects of that drop you gifted me. I stumble back down... or I would but your full grip on my hair has me dangling there until I can right the situation. "AHH HHAAAA! Ref!!!", I cry before I get that foot firmly down on the mat. Finally I rise up with my eyes blinking as this red leather clad blonde goddess smirks at me for a moment before roughly puling me into you... my head falling onto your right shoulder getting a face full of your blonde hair for my trouble. When you bring that pressure around my torso my back arches and you compress my lungs... pushing out what precious oxygen I had to blow past your ear. "UNNN HUUUHHH... UUUHHHH..."

18:01 Sweet_Misty: My body goes a little slack in your grip... my body in a little bit of shock as I just try to manage this new uncomfortable and distressful situation you have pulled me into. A bearhug may not be the flashiest of moves however... many a lady has had their fate sealed in its tight jaws... and let me tell you something... Michelle's arms are bringing a whole new level of intensity to a classic move right now and I'm her number 1 focus. Lucky me! "UHHNNNN!!"

03:56 Michelle_Pantero: Our bodies shift closer, as I pull you in closer. The warmth of your breath tickling my ear as you huff out your displeasure. My arms tighten around your slim waist, fists knotting at the base of your spine. My biceps ripple as I squeeze you closer. Two lovers could barely hope to be as close together as we are now. Your body starts to go slack as you squirm around, seeking relief from the intense pressure. I'm trying to wear you down, hoping to make you spend precious energy caught in my embrace. "Let's... just... hug... it... out.. Misty!!" I grunt in your face, hoping that a little taunting well get in your head while I'm overpowering you. Each second taking it's toll on you is a moment in my favor, but that damn backbreaker, every second holding you aloft is proving to be adding to my own discomfort. I shift my shoulders, trying to rock your body slightly in my arms. I feel another twing running through my spine, I can't keep you up much longer.

04:01 Michelle_Pantero: Turning to the left, I try and tuck my shoulder firmly against your belly. Twisting my hips forward, I kick my right foot back. Attempting to add all my weight in a belly to belly suplex.

04:01 Michelle_Pantero: https://www.google.com/amp/s/bustadivamove.tumblr.com/post/185853431069/bayley-bayley-to-belly-belly-to-belly-suplex/amp

13:26 Sweet_Misty: Your clenched together hands dig into my back working into the base of my spine. A few of my vertebrae emit little pops as you just tighten the screws on me... continuing to just jerk my body into you as my hands press against your shoulders. "Uhhh UHHHH!" My head jerks sharply back... lips splitting open as another painful compression takes away more space between us much to my detriment. My left hand falls away from your shoulder and snaps down onto you arm... your bulging bicep hard as any stone under my fingers. My right snakes under your chin and starts to push... trying to crank that neck back and make this as uncomfortable as I can for you. "W-when I... get.. UUHHHHH!! OUT... of this..." You rock your shoulders from side to side tossing me around like a rag doll a bit... my hair sweeping this way and that with my mouth wide open in complete agony. Can't... just... let you...

13:43 Sweet_Misty: Without even a hint of what is going on we're suddenly in motion. My shut eyes squeeze open trying to see what the hell is happening when we both twirl before I get this sensation that I'm falling backward! Is that happening? Am I imagin-NO! No I'm not!!! The boards quake as my back and head take the brunt of the force from your belly to belly suplex! To make matter worse you've set your shoulders in my tummy and when we smashed together into the ring floor it compresses even more air out of me! I bounce up on the boards once and fall over on my side... hair spilling over my face and my arms slowly circling my middle... racking coughs making my slender form shudder with each one.

21:20 Michelle_Pantero: The loud crash reverberates through the air, our bodies bouncing up slightly on canvas before falling back down. A nearly picture perfect suplex, I couldn't ask for a better attempt. For every action there's a price to pay. Air is driven out of my lungs when I spike you down. I rest against you for a few seconds, my back still twinging as I regain a little bit of my strength. Letting go of you, I push myself up to my hands and knees, back bowing slightly as I take a few deep breaths. I can hear the sounds of you trying to regain your own breaths. The cheering of my fans is deafening. I sense blood in the water. Have I done enough, I think so, but I'm not sure. I debate going for more, but need the time to recover. I crawl forward, reaching for your shoulder. "YOUR DONE MISTY... YOU HEAR ME DONE!!!!" I growl, pulling on your shoulder, I try to roll you on your back so I can attempt to pin you.

10:24 Sweet_Misty: "Ooogaawwdd...", croaks out between two particularly disabling coughs. For my high impact manoeuvre (which I was quite proud of I must say) you answered twice over with your own. The result is evident with me lying on my side... my chest rising and falling quickly trying to pull in what my body craves... air... oxygen... It's... never enough... Not with you on me like this. From an atomic drop to a bear hug and now this... my body feels like it was run over by a bus and dragged along under the wheels before leaving me in the mud sucking on the exhaust. I've been here before... it's not a pretty place. I must look the part because you suddenly grab my shoulder and pull it roughly down to the mat before saying I'm done. Oh gawd... this could be over right now and the pain... no more pain than what I have now... The ref slides in so quickly you would think he gets paid by the match slamming a hand on the canvas. "1...... 2...."

10:28 Sweet_Misty: Pride... pride is something we all live with. It can grow and shrink and sometimes... make us do things that maybe we've convinced ourselves we don't want to do. This is my shot... my chance... to make it back up the ranks. More importantly to have a shot at you! Another... most don't get another much less a third one. Yet here I am and... I can do it... I can make it! I'm not done yet!! With a scream of "NOOOOOO!!", I throw my left arm up to bring my shoulder off the mat... fingers flexing as I hold it there to make certain the referee can see it. "Guuuhhh! Huhhhh!" My eyes blink a few times as they refocus... looking up at the blonde devil trying to finish me off so quickly.

19:37 Michelle_Pantero: The Ref slides into position, checking your shoulders before lifting his hand up. "ONEEE!!" His palm slaps down against the canvas, "TWOOO!!" Another sharp slap sounds, I see it go up and start back down, my head nods for a third time, counting along. "NO PIN!!! NO PIN!!" He yells, right as I feel your body twitch under me. It should be over, you should be delegated back to where you belong in the C stringers of OPCW, and I , I should be catapulted into the star status. But no, you eeked out to stop it from happening. I hear your fans cheering, urging you, no.. willing you to keep up the fight. I sit up and grab my hair, growing livid at the disrespect. I fall on my back, hands and feet pounding the mats as I scream in anger. "IT'S NOT FAIR... SLOW COUNT BULLSHIT!!!" I throw the biggest in ring tantrum OPCW has ever seen.

19:39 Michelle_Pantero: https://www.google.com/amp/s/frentique.tumblr.com/post/157212027487/amp

19:44 Michelle_Pantero: I waste precious seconds getting myself back under control. Fine you want some more punishment, well sister, I got plenty of hurt left to give you. Rolling back over to my feet, I force myself up. I glance down at you, before running towards the ropes. Hopping up on the second one, I bend my knees to give me a little extra height as they shoot me up off the ground. I turn my shoulders, groaning as my tender back turns a flip in the air. "YEEEEAAAAA" I rotate further my core aimed to land on your chest and stomach as I attempt a moonsault.

19:48 Michelle_Pantero:

21:46 Sweet_Misty: My arm finally collapses the the ring floor when the ref confirms no count. You go... apeshit! "SLOW COUNT BULLSHIT!!", you scream out at the ref as you thrash around causing the boards under us to quake and rumble. My eyes look searchingly up at the harsh lights glaring down on us... belting in great lungfuls as I try to just recover from the onslaught that you brought. Oh... Oh that I remember... giving you an inch and you taking the entire fucking cross country drive over me! I have to get this.... I have to get going or else... maybe if I can just get out... of this place for a moment... under the ropes... take a breather... use the count. Nah... you would be all over me again. That cheap shit works on rookies but seasoned vets like you? You would probably relish going outside the ring anyways... that's not my place. That is... so more your thing!

21:49 Sweet_Misty: My eyes wander a bit glassy to find you swivelling and rolling up onto your feet. Apparently the tantrum is over as your eyes look hungrily down at my prone body. Oh no... yeah its over... I watch as you take off toward the ropes before leaping up... feet planted on the middle rope and your hands snatching the top one. Like a bow string those ropes kick you into the air and you start to come over... flipping and screaming a battle cry as you start to come around. I can't imagine the look on your face when you see I've just bent my knees up to try and give you a god damn mayoral welcome to Painsville upon touching down from your flight!

19:45 Michelle_Pantero: I'm going to keep the pressure on you, I'll wear you down one way or another. Flying in the air, flipping over to come in for a picture perfect landing. I imagine how squishy you'll feel when I land, how your going to spasm underneath my weight. I can almost hear your pants of anguish in my mind. I smile to myself as I'm coming down. Your knees come up, my eyes widening. Last ditch muscle memory or well thought out plan, I don't know and it doesn't matter. What matters is the way my eyes bulge in my skull, the air driven out of my body as I fold across those toned legs. "UUMMMPPPFFFF" I blurt out, wobbling on top of your knees before sliding off to my side, my arms hugging my stomach as my mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. Begging for air, my legs barely stirring as I lay there trying to breath.

20:01 Sweet_Misty: A weight compresses onto my knees and my side gets tickles by the whiplash of your blonde hair whipping down when your momentum is completely stopped. My knees become a sort of spring for you... not a very powerful one but enough to help you slip off to slump onto your side. This isn't without consequences to me though as as more of my air gets pushed out in favour of defending myself... but its worth it! That air was coming out anyways one way or the other. Better to use it, so to speak, to stop your unbridled run all over me than just laying down on the tracks in front of the Pantero train. My legs unfold and fall back down to the mat... my lungs still burning a bit as I try to regulate the flow of air into my system. I roll away from you and onto my hands and knees... my hair starting to get matted and slick with sweat from the action and the lights beaming down to let everyone see us do what we do best.

20:04 Sweet_Misty: You're down... that's all I know but your endurance and recovery are the stuff of legends... I don't want that to come into play too quickly or I'll be right back where I started. With a grunt and a gasp I push to my feet and lean my body toward the ropes... letting gravity and physics do its thing to pull me into ropes and slingshot me back. That's not enough though and I try to leap over your body to punch into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring! They bounce me back and vibrate angrily... I take about one step out from them and slide down low right for your pretty blonde head... looking to baseball slide my boot soles right into you!

22:11 Michelle_Pantero: I can't seem to draw a breath, my entire being focused on getting that precious oxygen. My arms squeeze tighter around my core. It's slow, at first a couple hitchs in my shoulders as the narrowest of breath seeps down my throat. I can feel the rumbling in the canvas, the squeaks of ropes tightening. Your legs flash past my eyes, the crowd screaming it's approval as you pick up speed. I watch you bounce off the far ropes, rushing back towards me. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what's coming. And I'm in no position to avoid it, all I can do is hope to lessen the impending boot collision to my face. I toss my left shoulder towards the mat, rolling to my back. "AAAHHH." I blurt out, my cheek and ear blooming in pain, my head is pushed to the side, I continue rolling over until I'm face down. A raw red mark covering my once pristine skin. I'm nearly floored by what's transpiring. When did Misty, Sweet Misty become so skilled, when did she pick up the killer instinct?

22:14 Michelle_Pantero: My left foot slowly slaps the mats, I twist my head to look across the mats at Misty s face. Despite the pain I've put her through, that look of determination is still there, still burning hot. Or is it a trick of my adled brain. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision and bring everything back into sharp focus.

22:43 Sweet_Misty: The impact to the soles of my boots was all I needed to feel to know that that slide just crushed into the side of your head. The AAAHHH was just the icing on the cake when it reached my ears. My body complains the entire way wanting me to just rest... shut down... the damage done to me aches in deep in my ass and back more prominently than any where else. I can't just shake off the manoeuvres you employed... not at your expert hands. With a growl I slip back up to my hands and knees... before crawling one hand and foot at a time toward you. My left hand comes up and this time... it doesn't slap back down to the mat. This time... the fingers curl into your golden tresses... pulling... my right hand joining it as I try to just use that handle to pull your weight toward me as I sit up. "NNnnnnnffffff!!! Come... here....!!" My arms pulse... the tri and biceps bulging out as I pull you toward my lap... looking to bend your back over my right thigh...

22:45 Sweet_Misty: ...and finally coil that right arm around your back to give you an upside down view behind you. All the while my legs flex and shift... trying coming around you... looking to place my slim pins around your torso to give you an uncomfortable compression. Not a sharp one.. I can't do that now... Oh no. More like a python trying to help you expel that breath and make it more difficult to draw in a fresh lungful after. Just trying to put you in constant... slow... pressure... neck and body...

16:55 Michelle_Pantero: I'm laying there, taking a hitching breath after hitching breath. The dazy in my eyes slowly clearing. Your hands grab my hair, dragging my back clear of the mat. The damp skin of my back sliding across your thigh, causing it to bow up. Staring at the ceiling my mind whirls, where did this hell cat come from. A steel band wraps around my neck, pushing my chin higher. I start to try and shift, but I lack the power to mount a defense. The rest of your limbs slide around me, a black widow spider enveloping her prey. A slow constant pulse runs through your muscles. "GGGacckkk" air is pushed out of my body as you start constricting. My face is turning red, partially at the lack of air, partially at the knowledge I'm caught up in a variation of my Cat's Cradle. My hands drop down to my stomach, palms seeking out your calf to try and force it off my belly, hoping to start working myself out of this predicament.

17:13 Sweet_Misty: Laying back a bit and squeezing you tight in my jaws so to speak... I let out a sigh as I send another pulse through my arm... feeling my skin tighten around your delicate neck. I whisper gently, "Got ya... poor poor little cat... caught aren't ya? Stuck... I'll take care of you sweet sweet Michelle...." That last bit is punctuated with a squeeze all around.. a promise of a slow slide into oblivion if you just... let go. I'm not surprised when you start to grab and pull at my calves around you. The crowd is on its feet equally encouraging you to fight and for me to just swallow you whole in this rather compromising position. I can't say that having you this way isn't unenticing... as would possibly being trapped in it. A soft blush forms on my cheeks but... your hands on my legs... are a problem. You push my calf down enough that that lower compression is no longer really doing anything. I can't let that go unanswered though... and my left hand comes up... palm flat.

17:14 Sweet_Misty: I try to slap my hand down on to your sweat soaked skin... looking to leave a red angry mark on your solar plexus. "Stop that...", I angrily whisper before trying to re-establish that leg lock around you.

19:19 Michelle_Pantero: My hands slide across your smooth slick skin, fingers digging into your calves as I start to force them apart. I feel them loosen, it's not a complete victory but it easies the pressure on my belly. The definition of my taunt abdomen muscles roll as I force breath through my dry lips. "Leee..ttt.. GOOOOO!" I huff. My body squirming against your grasp. Your palm lifts, a sharp crack sounds when it slaps down into my stomach. I can feel a welt starting to rise, my bridge attempt smacked back down with a swiftness. My pert bottom crashes into the mats, as you reastablish your long legs around my hips. The screams of the crowd echo, they sense blood in the water. Your arm around my throat ripples, squeezing down tighter. The edges of my vision starts to get darker. I lift my hands, grabbing at your bicep. My fingers trying to find purchase as my strength is being sapped. I tug, fingers slipping off. My legs kick slowly, my right foot brushes along something tight and rigid.

19:23 Michelle_Pantero: A glimpse of salvation, a thin ray of hope. I lift my leg higher, it trembles as I swing it to the side, I try to drop it over the bottom rope, hoping to force the break.

22:55 Sweet_Misty: Sucking both my lips in I just concentrate on wearing you out... trying to wring you dry of all that feisty energy like getting that last bit of ketchup out of the bottle. Just one more squirt should do it... I look over at the referee as though to tell him to get ready. This isn't going to last much longer but the message I get back from him is not one I was expecting. "Hey! Hey! She's in the ropes! Break the hold!! 1!... 2!..." My head snaps around and sees your foot... dangling there on the bottom rope. A life line that you just happened to exploit as I didn't take the time to just look around at where I was when I pulled you over to me. With a growl of frustration I release the hold and roll away from you... coming up on my knees and grimacing a bit. The aches are all there... yep... still reminding me. At least I have a bit more wind in me and... that might be more than I can say about you right now.

04:35 Michelle_Pantero: My foot narrowly catches the ropes, I hear the ref starting to count. Finally something is going my way, I can hear the disappointment in your voice when you growl. You hang on a extra second, getting one last squeeze in on my body before dropping me. I lay on my back, body racked with complaints, my chest slowly heaving as I take deep breaths. The ref looks down at me and raises his hand. "ONE.... TWOO... THREE.." He's starting to count me down, almost like this is a last woman standing match. I gulp down air, rolling to my side, I grab the ropes. "FOUR... FIVE.... SIIIXXX!!" Struggling to my knees, I haul myself upright, using up every second of the count to recoup my drained energy. I lean against the ropes, the ref backing away to give us space to continue. We eye each other for a moment, two heavyweights refusing to quit until one of us is put down. In my heart I know that this last encounter is going to settle it. I give you a curt nod of approval.

04:45 Michelle_Pantero: "You've come a long way Misty.." I know I'm giving you additional time to recover, but hell I need some seconds myself. "But your still not good enough!!" I roll my shoulders, letting off a slight grunt when my back pushes off the ropes. I keep my eyes on you, watching for the chance to unleash the full fury of the Twister on you. I slowly start circling to the left, hands held loosely at my sides. "Let's end this Bitch."

13:53 Sweet_Misty: I'm huffing and puffing all the same as you are as we both rise up to our feet. My eyes lock on yours with my hair sweat streaked and hanging ropely around my shoulders now. My left foot digs into the mat as I look to push up and forward to get back at you before you have too much time to recover but... you start to yell at me... and for some reason that stops me in my tracks. I just rise up instead and my ears perk up to listen over the din of the crowd. "Let's end this Bitch." I couldn't agree more... this felt... like there was electricity in the air. Like something on high had been forced to notice the calamity that was happening right here in this very place and his scrutiny was upon us. It was time... well time! "You said it... time to finish what we started here Pantero." I start to circle... thinking perhaps the direct approach might not be the best one here. We slide in closer... and closer... me wiggling my wrists out to get them loose for the inevitable...

13:56 Sweet_Misty: With a stomp of my backfoot I look to close the distance between us and lock up... perhaps for the last time... in this epic encounter. Those people out there... those ones with bums in the seats... they are fired up... hyped up on the energy of this epic encounter as their eyes say it all.. crazy... jubilant... ready to break down the metal fences surrounding this ring and take matters into their own hands. That's secondary for my eyes... they are locked on yours... my mouth open in the beginnings of a yell as I bring my arms up... looking for yours.

14:25 Michelle_Pantero: I keep my eyes on you, moving into meet you center ring. I watch your hands coming up, ready to cinch up with me to the screams of the rabid crowd. I force myself to ignore their screams, shut away their noise as I focus on you and you alone. I should be fair, I should keep this thing what it has been the whole time, a technical showcase of abilities. But after that last little slap to the face so to speak, you trying to put me out with my own move, I'm going to do whatever it takes to win this. I get closer, my hands lifting to seemingly entice you into a clench. My left foot slightly behind my right, I lean back just a little when I think your in range, my right heel pistons out attempting to drive into your tummy.

18:30 Sweet_Misty: Darting in I'm just focused on you... your eyes... and looking to just tie up for a final duel between the two of us. The fans are rabid and cheering us on but its like they're not even a factor in this. Once I commit... I commit to what I am doing and perhaps that was my undoing here. So far we have been pretty up and up on each other here... a sort of respect between the two of us but eventually... that can't hold. It's a tool to use and use it you do like an expert handyman with a deep bag of tricks. Your right comes out and then jams out toward my open and exposed stomach. "OOOOooooo!!!!" Your boot kicks up and into the void that is my stomach compressing everything... forcing a reaction from my body to jerk back... as my hair flies forward as a result of me just doubling over clutching at my poor tummy. Damn it... damn it... Misty!!!

19:32 Michelle_Pantero: A cold smirk comes to my lips, sure it was a underhanded trick, but this is OPCW. You have to be prepared for anything, and it's not like I went with a low blow or anything. Half of the fans start to "BOOO.." like I had broken their favorite little baby face idol. I circle around you, giving the haters the good old one finger salute. I'm not out of gas just yet but the tank is getting low. I need to stay on you before you can recover, hopefully by picking up the pace I can keep you off balance. Getting back by your head, I bend slightly. Grabbing at your hair with my left hand, I try to tuck your head in-between my ribs and right arm. Straightening up I start to rotate outward, hoping to pull you along for a swinging neck breaker.

19:32 Michelle_Pantero: https://bustadivamove.tumblr.com/post/641974291991330816/torrie-wilson-swinging-neckbreaker

21:28 Sweet_Misty: Classic... the old boot to the tummy works every time unfortunately for me. Here I am at a critical point in the match with my arms around my damn middle instead of having my hands on you which is what needs to be happening now. The look on my face must be something to see with my cheeks puffed out and mouth stupidly open as the oxygen is forced out of me. I'm sure you are celebrating...!!! I don't have any more thoughts as you grab my hair, pull me roughly toward your right and hook your arm over my neck. I choke out, "M-Miche-" but that's as far as I get before you swing me around in an almost macabre dance before you SLLLLAAAAMMMMMM my back onto the floor! I briefly sit up with a dazed look on my face that I just know the cameras are going to catch... before I fall back... my eyes blinking up at the stars... or are those the ring lights swimming in my vision... spread eagle and laid out flat!

22:25 Michelle_Pantero: The mats bounce when we land, the swift motion just adding to the hard impact. I slowly roll to my side. Just catching the slightly out of it expression on your face. "I TOLD YOU MISTY.. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU'D NEVER BE MY EQUAL!!!" I taunt, not knowing if you can hear me or not. Or even comprehend it at this moment. I push myself up to my feet, deciding that now is the time. I've played with you long enough. Walking.. no nearly strutting around to your head, I bend at the waist, a slight shiny half moon showing as I lean over. Both hands extended, I tangle them in your hair, attempting to power you up and over back to your knees, so I can try to wedge your head between my thighs.

23:22 Sweet_Misty: Oh gawd... how much more of this can I take? My mind is sending out signals to my body but nothing is listening. All I get back from everywhere is "One moment please! Reworking systems!" as you have just scrambled my system a point where all systems are offline. Between the rotation and the slam down on the boards after everything else... every ache, pain and groan of my body feels way more enhanced. You know what else hurts a lot more? "M-MY HAIR!!! REFFF!!!" With two large scoops of strawberry blonde goodness you just power me up as my feet kick and slip on the canvas trying to catch up with your hands. "Guuuhhhh!!! L-LET GO!!" I get back to my knees and, with another tug on my mane, you thrust my head between your legs. Almost out of instinct my hands slap onto your thighs! No.... Nooo what is she doing!?

23:40 Michelle_Pantero: My thighs close around your ears, holding you upright to the screams of the crowd. I showboat a little for mine, holding my hands out to the side and giving two thumbs way, way up. This is what they wanted, the best of the best. Not some second rate pretty girl, not a cutesy baby face. They want a warrior, someone able to push through it all and still keep going. I rotate my wrist, thumbs pointed towards the floor. Leaning across your back I try to grab your left wrist to thread it through your legs. My sweaty chest runs across your slick back as I try to lift you up for a pump handle slam.

19:03 Sweet_Misty: My hands slap the sides of your thighs and I try to jerk my head back out from this rather precarious position. However your thighs just lock me in there. No where to run... no flight... I hear the muffled cries and rabid calls of the pumped up sea of humanity surrounding us. Even through your flesh I can hear their keen call for blood... the kill. They want it... so badly! You lean over my back and reach over to snatch up my left wrist... pushing it down through my legs and in that moment... that transition... I scream out, "NOOOO!" and snatch it back. If there is no flight... then there is only FIGHT!!! Grabbing back onto your thighs I try to power out this... try to lift up and bring you over with me... the only thing I can do... looking to flip you over and let gravity work its magic... letting it pull you with its unbreakable hold toward the hard mat and the boards hidden underneath...

20:05 Michelle_Pantero: Perhaps I was giving my fans a little too much attention instead of remaining focused on you. I knew I had, I damn well knew it, some how...some way you dug just a little deeper into that fighters soul. Perhaps it was desperation or pride, but you manage to shake your hand free of my grasp. Hugging onto my thighs, I can feel your back tensing through the squished breasts on your back. "WHAA..." I start to question when you inch by inch pick me up off the ground. I can hear the growls pushing past your lips as I go higher. My stringy, sweat filled hair brushing the edges of your curves when you attain your full 5' 10" erect posture. A final shove of your arms sends my flying off your shoulders. Flipping in mid air, I land heavily on my shoulders and back, a whimper of pains squeaking from my tight lips. "Nnnnggg..". I lay there, unsure of what just happened, my right hand slapping at the mat in pain, as I try to roll towards it.

21:19 Sweet_Misty: "GUUUHHHHH!!" Raising up to my feet... you would think this was a good thing... and yes it is but when you have to use up so much damn energy to do it... lifting a whole other leather bikini clad goddess up as well it's going to take a lot out of you. My eyelids creep down before I snap them back up... feeling so heavy that it actually takes a bit of me to keep them open. A SLAP SLAP SLAP sound on the canvas gets my attention in a hurry and I turn to see you there writhing on the mat and trying to roll to your right... Ok... I've got so little left... this needs to end and... I'm going to do it the way you would do it. With a one heavy step I try to position myself to kick you over... helping you roll over to your right and get you on your stomach. "Game's... over.... Kitten! Time you... felt... the MAW!!!"

21:21 Sweet_Misty: My hands come down and try to slip your left arm into my legs before dropping down to, rather clumsily lay over your back. My arms come around both sides of your face and I try to lock my hands together in front of the top of your nose and forehead. I don't want anyone to forget that you went down to me... and when it's your own Panther's Maw - your version of the Crippler Crossface... you won't forget it either... and somewhere inside me that makes me smile knowing that this... this is going to burn you for a long long LONG while.... I just have to finish you off!

21:56 Michelle_Pantero: I feel myself getting rolled over to my stomach. Legs hitting the mat with a wet slap. I can hear you screaming in my ear...maw... Maw.... My left hand slides down between your thighs. Maw... it finally clicks. Time seems to slow down for a moment, in every battle the fog of war lifts for a second and everything comes into focus. The tilt a whirl, the dragon sleeper variant and now.. NOW THE PANTHER MAW. Everything you've done has been to embarrass me, shame me in front of my fans, in front of OPCW management. You wanted to make a statement not only at my expense but by trying to steal my skill set. My heart starts beating faster. Near boiling in fact. They say rage is a pointless emotion, nothing good comes of it. I say different, rage can be honed, focused a weapon of the utmost devastation if used correctly. And all my rage had a focus, defeating you. As you drop lower, I twist inwards, turning just enough so your arms wrap around the side of my head.

21:59 Michelle_Pantero: My right hand loose, I know I don't have my normal power, but I don't have prescion all it takes is a punch to just the right spot. My index knuckle extends. I squirm a little bit more. "YOU... BIIIITCCHHH" I scream, my right knuckles flashing forward, hoping to thread the needle between your arms and hit you with a devastating heart punch.

22:22 Sweet_Misty: My legs squeeze around your arm just the way I want them to and I focus on getting my arms cinched in so I can just... start wringing you down and pour on the pain. Even you have a breaking point Michelle and I am going to dig deep inside you to find it. I want to hear the moment your screams change from defiant to pleading... and that... that is the very fucking moment I know... you'll have me etched in your long term memory. You wriggle and start to fight against the move and I hiss out through clinched teeth, "Hooollldd... STILLLLL!" Then something happens.. something unexpected... as your right first just THUUUDDSSSSS right into my chest... into my heart. For a moment I swear to you... and to this day... it stopped. The look on my face captured for all to see on camera... of shock and surprise. My arms fumble away and fingers clutch at my chest before I let out a wail that nearly drowns out the din of the crowd!

22:22 Sweet_Misty: My legs loosen as I topple to that side of you... sucking in air and just grabbing at my chest. What... the... FUCK... was that!?!?

22:35 Michelle_Pantero: I roll to the side, scrambling to my hands and knees. The glaring pin pricks of my eyes staring into the disbelieving gaze of your own. "You think you're fuckin cute don't you?" I snarl, pushing myself up to my feet. "Think your funny huh?" Death it's would be envious of how I stalk over to you, my body vibrating with pent up anger I'm about to unleash on you. I reach down and grab you by the right wrist and the old standby of strawberry blonde tresses. "You thought you could just come in here and replace me? Huh SWEET MISTY??" I'm nearly chewing on each word as I try to pull you up to your feet and whip you into the corner.

22:45 Sweet_Misty: No sound comes out of my open mouth as you rise over me... a spectre of death itself with skulls in your eyes. I've never seen you like this before... Oh my God... You reach down to snatch up my right wrist and a good helping of my strawberry blonde locks with it... roughly yanking me up which does get a cry from me as there is no way I can keep up with the lift of that one! The ref comes around to yell, "Hey! Watch the hair!" but that's all he gets out before you send me zipping toward the corner. I just get my back to it and crash in HARD... the ropes all shuttering from the impact and my arms just hang over the top rope. My back is screaming... this is not the first or even second time you have slammed... more like the fourth and its starting to be crippling. I can't really move... and all I can do is stare your way through the haze of agony that is working its way from my back through the rest of me.

22:52 Michelle_Pantero: See the problem with Misty was she has never seen me at my most vicious, most brutal. There's always been a level of respect between us, but she's stripped that away with her actions. The ref barely has time to open his mouth before I send her zooming. She hangs in the corner, a little baby faced doll that played with the Panther. Well here comes the claws, baby. I back towards the other corner, feet digging into the mats as I rush at her. "DUPLICATE THIS STUPID CUNT!!" I roar, picking up speed. My left foot plants, thigh pushing off so I leap. My right foot kicking up into a brogue kicked aimed to collide with the side of her head.

23:13 Sweet_Misty: The ring starts to shudder and quake as your rant climaxes... with you flying toward me. My head shakes a few times... no... no keep her talking.. I'm not ready... I'm not! Expecting more of a splash or spear I tighten my abs and everything else as best I can to absorb some of it and try to come out somewhat ok on the other side of whatever this may be. Instead... you kick your leg up high! My eyes widen... watching... with time slowing down as the bottom of your boot slaps against my sweaty flesh there... forcing my head to the side and my neck to roll uncomfortably with it! My bell is rung... as though it was 12 noon at the local church service rung. My head and neck snap back flopping as I... I don't really see what's going on anymore. My arms slip away from the strands of rope surrounding this arena of ours... and I fall to one knee... dazed as all hell.

23:23 Michelle_Pantero: I watch her wobbling and then falling down to a knee, leaning against the ropes to keep from collapsing completely. Any other opponent, that might have been enough for me. Enough for me to drag her out and go for a pin. But in the famous words of Ron Pomeil, BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!!! After what she's done, she doesn't deserve a ounce of mercy. I run towards the far ropes, back slamming against them to help me build up steam. I rocket back towards her, "NOT SO FUNNY NOW IS IT!!!" Jerking my right foot up, I try to plow it into the side her head again. Even the crowd has gone silent at the level of ferocity being displayed in the ring.

23:23 Michelle_Pantero: https://tenor.com/view/aew-all-elite-wrestling-aew-tay-conti-tay-conti-taynara-conti-gif-21298068

21:42 Sweet_Misty: Dazed... confused... and just generally not sure where the hell I am anymore. The crowd is bellowing so loud that its disorienting... with a constant ringing in my ears that is mixed with the roar now. My eyes blink... looking for something to focus on and having trouble finding anything when... CCCRRRAAACCCCKKKKK! A force like I have never felt before jams into my jaw and cheek pushing me over the middle rope for a fleeting moment before snapping me back! "GUUUHHHHHHHH!!!", is all I manage to get out though I was more trying to describe the indescribable pain in my jaw... so I guess that does about cover it. My body falls out of the corner and flat onto my back with a THUD. My arms... heavy and unwieldy... slip out from me to the sides. My legs spread out and unmoving. A thin cut just over my cheek dribbles out a red trail of my life's essence and my eyes.... glassy... unfocused... what just hit me? Where am I!?

21:52 Michelle_Pantero: I nearly fly out of the ring myself with my kick to the side of her head. Pulling my foot back through the ropes, I look down on her glassy eyed face. I grin, teeth showing at the red boot print starting to swell up on the side of her cheek. A narrow cut, trickles a crimson trail, turning her light red hair darker. "Like that you Bitch!!!" The crowd looks on, some with satisfaction others with horror at the blow. Grabbing your ankle, I pull you further away from the ropes into the center of the squared circle, your damp hair haloing out around your head. Spinning on a heel, I drop down to my knees, not even bothering with a full pin. My right hand presses against your throat trying to hold you down into place. I glance around at the audience, when the ref crouches down. "ONNNEEEE." He yells, holding up the first of his fingers.

22:04 Sweet_Misty: I'm barely aware... so much so that when you do grab my ankle and drag me to the centre of the ring I just groan from the smooth friction of the mat running along my back. A thud next to me tells me something is happening... not that I'm in any shape to do anything about. A press onto my throat and neck though gets a little sigh out of me. My left leg kicks up and then back down and I'm vaguely aware of someone yelling "ONNNEEEE!" followed swiftly by a "TWWWWOOOO!!!". The slap on the mat by the referee amplified in my foggy mind... My head lolling that way a bit as though looking for something to stimulate my senses.

22:09 Michelle_Pantero: The ref's palm crashes down a third time, "THREEEE!!", and the bell begins to ring signalling the end of the match. I stay kneeling for a moment, looking down at you. I'm sure the camera catches the exact moment my smile turns into a frown, a dark sinister look covering it. I've made a point, but it's time to put a exclamation on it. My fingers tighten on your throat, peeling you up off the mats, my left hand grabs your hair as I try to jam your head back between my thighs. "NO FUCKIN BODY EMBARRASSES ME!!!" I scream not only for you to hear but the entire OPCW universe. I lean over trying to wrap my arms around your hips. "TIME FOR A RIDE, BABY FACE!!"

22:17 Sweet_Misty: "HUURRRGGGG!!" When you tighten your fingers around my throat that gets a little bit of life from me! My legs jerk and kick before my hands come up to grab at your grasping iron grip. My eyes... flutter open and look up at your sinister sinister smile... and right then... right there... I know it's... it's over. I don't remember the count... I don't remember anything happening but the sound of the bell dinging in the background and the look on your face... No... nooo.... not again... Not again!!! My demeanour drops and the fight seems to just... drop from me as you grab my hair and position my head deep into your thighs. My hands paw at your thighs as you curl your arms around my hips. "M-Mic.....cheellllle.... p-please..."

22:30 Michelle_Pantero: I feel your hands slapping at my thighs. A faint twinge of regret sparked by your pitiful sounding voice, I brush it away easily, thinking about everything you have done during this match. Using our respect to scout me, copy me, try to replace me as the most dominant force. My legs quiver as I jerk you up. Rolling you across my chest until your thighs are resting on either side of my head. My panting breath blowing across your thighs. "Sorry Sweet Misty... All outta MERCY!!!" My hands slide around your waist, grabbing at the back of your suit. I jerk my shoulders, forcing them out to the fullest extension. A chorus of BOOS rumbles through the arena, fans turning against me. I set myself, preparing to jerk my shoulders and drive you down into the mats with my Fallen Debris.

22:36 Sweet_Misty: With an impressive display of strength after everything we have been through my body is pulled up and onto your shoulders. Fear... fear can be seen in my eyes... only by you... my arms waving wildly in the air as you make this look easy... like I wasn't anything but a small bump in the road on your journey to the upper ranks for the OPCW. And now... my descent... not just through the ranks into the lower tier of the locker room... but also from you... putting me down once and for all. "MMMIIIIIICCCCCHHHHHEEEELLLLLEEEE!!!", I shriek before my back and back of my head SSSSLLLLLAAAAMMMMMMMMMMSSS into the boards with a resounding thundering crash! Not just any slam though... I bounce back up with my mouth open in a silent scream as I crash back down again... my body nearly lifeless as you have planted me down... physically and down in the ranks. A fitting end to a match that was my best shot to getting back where I craved... back up the ranks... being a contender..

22:37 Sweet_Misty: What a fool I was to think I could come back without any training or anything thinking it would work out. I would finally understand if my brain was anywhere close to being able to comprehend anything beyond 1 + 1 equalling 3. Wait... it is right...?

22:38 Michelle_Pantero: https://imgflip.com/gif/40305g

22:49 Michelle_Pantero: My waist twists, launching you against the canvas with a nasty spike. You bounce before crashing back down, barely twitching as the Booing escalates. What do I care, I came into this match to relaunch my career. To claw my way back to the top of the food chain. I look down at your crumpled form, a ice cold look on my face for all the cameras to see. "Your nothing Misty... Never have been... Never will be.... You don't have it in you to be the best.." I turn on my heel and slide out of the ring, strutting up the ramp in my victory. Hoping that no one can see the hint of regret in my eyes at having to do what it takes to get back on top.

22:57 Sweet_Misty: I lay there... a crumpled broken mess with the only movement being my chest rising and lowering in a rapid rhythm. My arms out from my sides and my legs all akimbo after you shove them off of you. The referee looks me over before giving a knowing glance to the announcers. The colour commentator gives a nod back and signals up the entrance ramp. As you leave triumphant medics run in from the back passing by you... giving you the knowledge that you well and truly nearly buried me in that ring. I'm not leaving under my own power... not tonight... and this is one match that the fans will talk about for some time. Were you there when Misty nearly had her career ended by Pantero? The descriptions getting more and more embellished with each telling. This is going to follow me for a long time... if not forever. Three times... I have faced Michelle in various federations and matches... twice in the OPCW.

22:57 Sweet_Misty: A win against her remains... elusive... and now more than ever it feels like that will be forever...