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Abel_Alby:

Abel_Alby: When I read my opponent's name I jumped. Her name is well known within the OPCW and she has recently returned to activity after a period of hiatus. I know she's one of the toughest opponents to face in a no DQ match. When my music starts, an epic march made with organ and bass drum, I enter the arena and start walking across the stage towards the ring. The announcer is in the ring and introduces me "From Albania to OPCW, 177cm and 83kg, he's the Full Package... Abel Alby!". The reaction of the crowd is not very positive, I hear some boos and whistles. But I go straight towards the ring, wearing black shorts, barefoot. I grab the second rope and climb onto the ring apron. I show everyone present my muscles by doing a bicep flex. Eventually I enter the ring between the second and third ropes. My music gradually faded and I await your entry into my corner

Abel_Alby:

Sigrid: The music transitions into the guitar wail of my own entrance music as the front of the entrance stage explodes into pink lasers and four glitter cannons blast into the air. As the pink sparkly material floats down over the crowd, I step out through the curtain, waving and blowing kisses to everyone in the arena before I dash down the aisle and slide under the bottom rope. I pop to my feet, turning around, keeping an eye on my opponent, and welcoming the adulation that is my due. I'm dressed for this match in a pair of white high top sneakers, black booty shorts, and a cutoff football jersey. I smirk at you as my music fades and then move back into my own corner.

Sigrid:

Sigrid:

Abel_Alby: I move on the spot while listening to your very rhythmic theme song. Then you finally come in and I appear more serious and determined. I look at your outfit and comment in a somewhat awkward and not at all funny way: "Maybe you're in the wrong place, the football field is on the other side." Then I look at the referee and wait for him to start the match

Sigrid: I hear your little joke and just shake my head and my own face gets a little serious. My glorious return to the ring was marred last month via a technical pin, and I have no intention of letting that happen again tonight. I give a nod to the referee and then hear the bell ringing to start the match. One last little roll of the neck to make sure I'm loosened up, and I step out of my corner, hands up and at the ready. "Oh no, I'm exactly where I need to be..." I start to circle you, beginning to spiral in.

Abel_Alby: I hear the bell ring and start walking towards you. Hands open in guard, I move with caution, then when I'm close enough I try to catch you in a classic elbow and neck lock up, to try to show you my strength

Sigrid: Circling in, I see you coming stright for me, cutting off the spiral as you use that long stride to move in. My hands reach up with yours, taking your arm and shoulder into the collar and elbow tie up, but instead of pushing, I wait just a beat until I feel your expectant shove, and I collapse back, rolling to my butt as my feet kick up into your middle, trying to use your show of strength against you to monkeyflip you over me.

Abel_Alby: I try to push you with all my strength, but suddenly I feel myself being pulled. You go down and put your feet on my abdomen. You pull me and then throw me behind you. I do a flip in the air and land on my back. The blow is hard, but luckily we are at the beginning of the match and I am still fresh. I grimace, then roll to the side and get to my feet as fast as I can

Sigrid: I roll through my backwards flip, coming to my feet as quickly as possible and I spin to face you. I know that this isn't going to hurt you too badly, but maybe it's got you off balance early enough for the followup to connect. I immediately take a step towards you as I see you getting quickly to your own feet and I leap up, turning horizontal to try to connect my feet to your chest in a flying dropkick.

Abel_Alby: Come towards me, I hear the sound of your heavy footsteps on the mat. I turn and raise my head to see where you are. I see you coming, but it's too late. Your feet hit my chest and push me backwards. I hit my back against the corner and put my hands on the top ropes to keep from falling. I shake my head and look at you, take a deep breath. Your aggression is amazing

Sigrid: I know I need to stay on you, my agression an fierceness are going to be needed to try to overcome your size and strength advantage so I turn in the air after hitting the dropkick, landing on my hands and feet like a cat, only to spring up again and follow you into the corner with an attempt to step up onto the bottom rope beside you and raise a knee, aiming it right at that sixpack.. eightpack?

Abel_Alby: I have to react, I can't allow you to hit me repeatedly without trying a counter-offensive. You are quick and run towards me again. You put your foot on the bottom rope and at that precise moment I try to anticipate your knee strike. I rotate my torso so that I miss your knee. Your thigh hits my side, and it's not too painful a blow. As I rotate I try to extend my arm to hit you with my forearm to your chest, trying to send you flying over the top rope to the outside of the ring

Sigrid: My bouncing up onto the ropes sends my knee and body swinging around just as you swivel as well. Instead of the knee, it's the softer thigh that thumps against your obliques and then you swing back towards me with a big arm. With the short range, the impact isn't too great, but the strength behind it, combined with my precarious perch on the ropes, topples me backwards over the top rope. I grab at the rope to try to keep myself in, but only manage to slow my fall a little bit before hitting the ring apron and then rolling off of it to land on the floor below. "Oww..."

Abel_Alby: I take a deep breath. The blow wasn't hard, but it still served to show that I'm also in the match and to take a break after your attacks. I see you roll out of the ring, onto the floor with little protection. I throw myself on the mat and then roll out too. I walk up to you and try to hit your body with a couple of stomps aiming for your side and abdomen

Sigrid: Hitting the mat hurts a bit and I start rolling to get up when I see your feet drop to the floor near me and you start walking towards me. As your foot comes up for the stomp, I throw myself to the side to dodge, rolling out of the way to get a little distance and then quickly trying to push back to my feet with a snarl. "Think I'm just going to let you stomp me?"

Abel_Alby: My foot hits the floor, because you are quick to roll away from my target. I growl at having missed the shot, but now I'll give you time to get to your feet. As soon as you are upright I lunge forward, but not to hit you. I grab your t-shirt, yank it and try to make you crash into the barricade that separates the ring zone from the audience

Sigrid: I get to my feet and move back towards you, I feint high and then start to dodge back when your hand catches my loose shirt and yanks me towards you. "Crap!" I yelp out as you redirect the pull, sending me sideways into the ring barriers with a crash. "Unnnff!" I feel the steel against my ribs and grimace from the pain. I twist to put my back against the barricade and shove back off, trying to retalliate with a straight kick at your abs.

Abel_Alby: The sound of the impact between your body and the barricade echoes throughout the arena. The audience doesn't say a word, I smile, aware that this was the blow that inflicted the greatest damage on you. I approach you, I expect your reaction and so I manage to grab your foot "No no, sweetie!". I pull your leg slightly towards me and then I sprint forward to try to hit you with a straight arm between your chest and neck, so that you hit the barricade again and possibly fly into the audience area

Sigrid: My foot shoots forward, right into your hands as you manage to catch the kick before it lands very hard and my eyes widen in surprise. I see you tne step dash forward, arm swinging out and forward to hammer into my upper chest. I get slammed back again, the metal barricade catching me in the lower back this time as I'm propelled back and over it, crashing into the laps of a few lucky fans who break my fall as I tumble into a heap with them and groan before starting to push back up.

Abel_Alby: I manage to hit you and you climb over the barricade and end up on top of a group of spectators who catch you and break your fall. I know that I'm not very good from a technical point of view, so I try to use my strength and hit hard. I approach the barricade and lean towards the audience area. I grab you by the shirt and pull you towards me to try to immediately bring you back to the ring zone and continue the assault "Do you want to run away?"

Sigrid: I scramble in the pile of people, pushing one of them to the side when I feel your hand grabbing my shirt again from the back to haul me back up. As I'm getting pulled, my hands reach down, grabbing the chair of one of the front row audience members that I recently displaced and I turn towards you, swinging it up and down at you.

Abel_Alby: I'm pulling you by the shirt, I want to bring you back as close to me as possible to continue hitting you. But you are cunning and take me by surprise. I don't notice him grabbing a spectator's chair. You hit me on the head while I'm trying to pull your t-shirt. The blow stuns me. I try to hold on to the fabric of your garment, but due to the blow I go backwards. I stagger and then fall sitting with my back against the tarp covering the bottom of the ring. I shake my head, trying to collect myself, but I think I can see the arena rotating around me

Sigrid: "KABONG!!" I feel the impact of the chair thwacking you across the head as you try to yank me towards you by the shirt and you go reeling backwards, but your grip on my shirt doesn't loosen and my shirt yanks up, forcing me to bend forward across the barricade as it sweeps up and off my body, yanking the chair out of my hand as it catches. The chair clatters to the floor and I let out another growl before placing my hands on the rail and vaulting over, skipping over to land on the announcer's table, and continuing to leap off of it, trying to just land a flying splash onto you to try to smush you between me and the ring.

Sigrid:

Abel_Alby: The blow to the head was hard. I find your shirt in my hand, I don't understand what happened. I'll throw it away. I try to recover and put my hands on the apron to get up, but you're quick. I turn to you and see you flying through the air. I try to do something but I don't have time. Your bare breasts bump against my chest and push my back against the apron. You crush me in two. I can't stand up completely and fall back to the ground. I lay dazed on the floor, coughing yt

Sigrid: I hit hard against you, feeling us crash chest to chest with the impact and both of us crash to the thin mats. I feel like your back hitting the apron may have done a bit more damage, but I do give a pained wince as I aggrivate the shot that my own ribs took earlier. I see you laying dazed as I start to stand up and I try to step on you, not a stomp, but attempting to use you as a step to push myself up and roll under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Abel_Alby: I'm semi-stunned on the floor after the last two very hard hits. I look at you out of the corner of my eye and notice that you get to your feet quite quickly. I need a few more moments to get up. You walk up to me and use my helpless body as a springboard to get into the ring. UUUUGGHH I moan when your feet trample on me. Immediately afterwards I try to get on all fours, then I place my hands on the ring apron and try to go back inside, passing under the bottom rope

Sigrid: I roll into the ring and push up to my hands and knees to see you moving to follow me. As you roll under the ropes yourself, I move towards you, reaching down to try to 'help' you get up to your knees with a handful of hair and my other hand trying to grab you by the jaw. If I can get you up, I lean further forward to try to snake my arm around your head, attempting to pull it to my side in a front headlock.

Abel_Alby: As I'm about to get up, after having struggled back inside the ring, you grab my hair and bring me up on my knees in front of you. You wrap your arm around my neck and crush my head in a front headlock. I feel your breasts resting on my shoulder as I place my hands on your thighs. I try to push your legs and pull my head away from your grip, hoping that our sweaty bodies will make my attempt easier

Sigrid: Managing to catch your head, I pull up to start, and then lean back as I drop back to the canvas. My legs spread and come up, trying to wrap around your waist as I attempt to pull you down into a combination neck wrenching headlock and bodyscissors, hoping to be able to drain some of your energy away from you on the mats, while making sure that my own shoulders aren't on the canvas, I learned that lesson last time.

Abel_Alby: You drag me to the ground and wrap your legs around my sides. I've seen you do this trick several times. Even in the last show you would have won like this if you hadn't been so naive. My head is crushed by your legs, you also pull my head and block it on the mat. I'm starting to get red in the face. I snort. I put my hands on the ground and try to push to hope to at least pull the head away

Sigrid: I squeeze both my holds as well as I can, but know I probably can't hold them both for very long. That feeling proves true when you hands plan on the mat and you start to try to sit up, pulling your head. I figure I can't keep it much longer and I let go of the headlock, letting you sit up just as I twist, trying to roll from my back to my side, and trying to take you over onto your side as well where I can attempt to adjust my body scissors to put pressure on your back where you slammed into the ring apron earlier.

Abel_Alby: You crush me with your muscular legs. Your grip appears lethal. I feel my ribs compress in your grip. You go on my side, you force me to fall on my side and your grip becomes even more painful. I have tears in my eyes. It hurts terribly. I try to put my hand on your thigh, slide it towards your groin to apply a claw right on the nerve, hoping that this attempt will force you to loosen your scissor

Sigrid: I lean back, pouring more power into the scissors around your bruised back until I feel your hand sliding up my thigh, and then fingers, and a thumb just jamming into my inner thigh to hit the pressure point there. "Yeeeoow!" I yelp and my legs come apart as I scoot my hips back. My instinct is to reach for your hands, but I know a little better, my scooting hips should bring my legs away from your grip, and instead I fling my arms wide to try to wrap around your head to try to yank your face against my chest instead.

Abel_Alby: My move forces you to open your legs and I take a deep breath. But before I can free myself completely you grab my head and pull it towards your chest. My face sinks into your tits. I can't see anything and I have no air to breathe. I'm lying on top of you, trying to keep my legs on yours to prevent another body scissor. I put my hands on the mat, on the sides of your body, to try to push and pull my head away

Sigrid: Rolling to my back as your hands go to the canvas, I can feel you pushing up, but that means your hands have left my legs and that annoying nerve pinch. I growl a little bit as I press my own biceps against the sides of my bare breasts to try to seal you in. I know that if you still have your strength, you can probably just lift me, so my legs don't re-wrap, instead, my knees bend and I try to kick at your thighs, above the knees to try to keep you from getting your legs underneath you, and it if wroks, trying to twine my legs around yours in a sort of grapevine from underneath.

Abel_Alby: Your smothering is weakening me. Press your arms on the sides of your sinuses so that they squeeze my nose and mouth preventing enough oxygen from entering. Your feet tie to my ankles you don't keep my legs off the ground. I am forced to keep my hands on the mat to avoid ending up in unnatural positions. Our sweaty bodies in close contact, my face on your naked breasts and my abdomen rubbing against your private parts covered only by a thin layer of fabric excite me, even if at the same time I suffer from your grip

Sigrid: I squeeze, knowing that I have the right tools to take you down here, but realizing that I'm on my back and I don't want the same thing to happn to me as in my last match. My legs stop fighting with yours, dropping my flat feet to the mat and then I twist hard, using my body muscles to try to twist your head as I thrust off with one leg in an attempt to try to heave us over, either all the way, or to the side if I can make it and still try to keep your face smothered.

Abel_Alby: You hold me and then leave my legs. With a tug you drag me to the side. I try to take advantage of the situation and put one knee on the ground. I try to use my physical strength, which, despite the smothering, is still powerful. I try not to get turned around and finally try to put my other foot on the ground to stand up and make you stand up too. However, my face is still stuck between your tits and I would still be bent almost 90°

Sigrid: I twist and feel you start to go over, but you block by getting that knee down. Avoiding the pin lost my good hold as you push your feet underneath yourself and shove up to your feet. I've managed to keep the smother in place though as I'm forced to scramble up to standing as well. With you bent forward in front of me, I know that I can't release the smother since it's doing it's job, so I start backing up, trying to force you to stumble forward until I can turn and push you into the corner.

Abel_Alby: I finally manage to stand up, but I still remain bent over at 90 degrees with my face pressed against your tits as your hands grip the back of my neck. You pull me, I stagger. Then I end up in the corner. I hook the top rope with my arms to try to resist your move. I try to hit your legs with kicks as I feel myself weakening as I breathe really badly

Sigrid: I feel your back jolt against the corner and your arms move back to hook the top rope to hold you up. I feel like I'm in a good position and the smother is working just like it should. With your arms over the ropes, I start feeling the kicks to my own feet, trying to knock them out of the way, so I move them, trying to step up the ropes in the corner. Attempting to press my belly to your chest, trying to keep the smother on, I work on hooking my own knees over the second ropes on either side of you to trap you in the corner.

Abel_Alby: You keep choking me, your chest and abdomen pushing me to the corner, while you wrap your legs around the second rope to stay in an even more unbalanced position. I try to put my hands at your hips and use my remaining strength to push you. I can feel that you are weakening me, and my legs begin to support me with difficulty

Sigrid: I hang on, feeling you weakening as I lean down to purr into your ear, "Mmmm... go to sleep little Abel." And I pull tighter, my arms fully wrapping around your head to try to keep and hold that smothering hold, pressing your face firmly between my soft and maleable breasts. I pull my butt back a little bit and try to use the my legs to thrust forward, attempting to add a little bit to the smother by bashing you in the belly with my hips.

Abel_Alby: I feel myself getting weaker and weaker. You've been choking me for a few minutes now. My face in your bare breasts and your hips slamming against my belly excite me. Our bodies are sweaty and clenched together. I groan. Suddenly I lose the strength in my arms. My body remains standing only because of the grip of your legs on the rope

Sigrid: I feel your body sag in the ropes, arms seeming to fall limp in front of me and I glance around for a brief moment, then start to unhook my legs from around the ropes, bringing them back down so that I can stand up. After getting back to my feet, I release the smother from around your face and, just to try to keep your breath away from you, swing a punch at your belly and lean in, ducking down, trying to lift you up onto my shoulders.

Abel_Alby: I am very weak now. You leave me, and the audience can see my face has turned between purplish and white. I encase your fist in my abdomen, bend over, and when I am about to fall I feel myself caught and lifted, with extreme, almost unexpected force, onto your shoulders, with a squat worthy of an Olympic weightlifter

Sigrid: I feel my legs shaking as I heave you up, but I don't have to hold you up very long as I turn, take two stumbling steps out of the corner, and then turn again with my back to the center of the ring, I flop backwards, trying to bring you down as hard as I can with a sort of samoan drop in the center of the ring, then rolling over to try to climb on top and hold you down for a count.

Abel_Alby: I don't move, you carry me for a couple of steps like a sack of potatoes in the market. Then you finally throw me to the ground. I slam onto my back. I stay stunned in the middle of the ring. Arms and legs spread apart. I don't move. You cover me and the referee starts to count ONE.

Sigrid: I hear the first count and I move up, wanting to make sure that it holds and I can finally get my return to the ring back on track. My legs mover to scissor one arm, my hands pressing the other one down, my breasts pressing across your face as I hear the TWO!

Abel_Alby: You pin mi firmly. I'm exhausted, depleted of strength, unconscious after the samoan drop. I cannot move. Your boobs on my face are a humiliation. I'm out cold. Finally the ref counts THREE and the bell rings

Sigrid: At the sound of the bell, I release the arm, release my legs, and rise up, pushing myself up off of you with a hand to your chest to help me rise. My chest is heaving as I pant from the exertion, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but my hand goes up in victory as my music starts to play again and a smile crosses my lips, "I'm back!"

Sigrid:

Abel_Alby: I can't hear the bell, since I'm outcold. You stand up and celebrate an impressive victory over a bigger opponent, with a demonstration of power showed in your last move. The crowd cheers for you, while I deeply sleep in the middle of the ring

Sigrid: I lean down, seeing you still out and open up my hand to swing one sharp smack across the face to start waking you up, "Wake up Abel! They are going to need the ring for the next match!" Then I cross the ring and duck out, making sure that my first step is on you as I leave.