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11:08 Paul_Job: The next match on the OPCW Showtime show is the one that will see me in the ring against one of the most talented stars of the federation. I'm excited for the match, I can't wait to face my opponent. I'm ready in my dressing room when I hear my theme song come on. My new song is Fox by MIllencolin. I take my skateboard and head towards the ramp. Then I push myself, get on the skate and go down the ramp towards the ring at full speed, while the audience applauds my entrance. When I'm near the ring, I let the skate go under the tarp and I take a couple of steps, then I slide under the bottom rope to enter the ring. I quickly stand up, wearing black shorts, yellow boots and a gray tank top. I raise my arms to greet my audience, then I take off my tank top and throw it towards the audience. Meanwhile the announcer introduces me and finally my music fades away. I stand in my corner waiting for your entrance.

11:11 Paul_Job:

11:11 Paul_Job: While I wait for you i grab my hair and tie them in a tail, looking towards the door

23:16 Sweet_Misty: The announcer waits a moment as you enter the ring... playing to the crowd a bit as you tie your long hair up being you. I've been here before... faced you before... but last time you took me to my limit and nearly toppled me. It wasn't really a victory and so.... here we are again all these months later. In a position to decide who amongst us is the better. My pride still smarts from the beating that Michelle gave me in the last show. I can still feel the soles of her boots that crunched into my face not once but twice before she covered me easily... humiliating me... and sending me out of the place on a stretcher. Was the stretched dramatic? Oh hell yeah it was! It's a time tested way to get the audience even more excited about what they witnessed! It gives the winner a lot more credit for putting the loser down... definitively... and that was what happened. A little more drama adds to it and makes the audience go home with a smile on their face.

23:26 Sweet_Misty: That's the past though... and if I can be thankful for anything its that I wasn't really thrown to the lower card. Surprised is the word I can use to discover that I was matched up with Paul Job. He's pretty high on the list here in terms of popularity and so... here I am! In the back room getting everything ready. Getting my costume just perfect... and getting everything in place for the perfect entrance... the perfect start again. After losing two in a row it was time to do something about that. I mean... I wasn't trying to lose but... it happens against the top tier of opponents I have been given here. I can tell management is grumbling at my performance a little though... no one likes a loser. Time to give it my all...

23:50 Sweet_Misty: I make my way to the curtain and wait.. signalling to one of the technicians that I'm ready. The announcer gets the cue and takes it from there. "His opponent... hailing from Oxford, England... at 5'10" and 129 lbs..." He stops there as the lights go off... multicoloured lights spilling out and around the arena to dance along the bodies of the crowd and the flat surface of the ring. "I'm Just A Girl" by No Doubt starts to play... the familiar opening keys playing loudly over the speakers. I wait... patiently... it takes a while for this one to hit but when the refrain of "I'm Just A Girl!" sings out I step through the curtain and start making my way down the aisle. The announcer starts up as I make my way down in my new opening in a new suit. My hair is tied back in a long ponytail. My blue and gold suit hugs my curves tightly with matching arm sleeves over my arms with the sleeves red.

23:53 Sweet_Misty: Matching blue and gold hose, kneepads and boots finish off the look with the hose coming up to my mid thigh. Not a streamer on this costume like I use to have and no exciting dancing down the aisle... just my eyes on ring and on Paul warming up. I reach the side of the ring and spring up to the apron grabbing the top rope and walking along for a moment looking out at the audience screaming and craning their necks to get a good look of me. This is not the Misty they are use to seeing. This is something new...

00:03 Sweet_Misty: The announcer cuts in finally as I look out at everyone scanning the wave of humanity. "I give you.... SWWEEEEEEEEEETTTTTT MISTYYYYYYYYYY!!!" I just keep my eyes to the outside... waiting for the lights to come on and the spotlights to go out as well. When that happens I climb through the ropes and head right to my own corner... bouncing on my feet when I get there to warm up and stretch using the ropes. My green gaze follows Paul... here we are again... ready to go at for thousands of people here and who knows how many watching at home. My path to redemption lies through you...

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09:09 Paul_Job: I follow your entrance carefully, just like the entire audience in the arena is doing. As usual the audience is electrified during your entrances into the ring. You were one of the leading names in the OPCW and now this match would seem to mark a new beginning, right from where everything ended. From me. I smile, I scrutinize you, I know you well, but this time I see something different in you. It's not just the outfit you chose for this match. Your eyes seem to convey something new that I can't understand. Enthusiasm? Vendetta? Ambition? I don't know, but I have the feeling that I will have to sweat a lot to bring the match home

09:11 Paul_Job: The referee is preparing to check my boots, he must see that everything is in order. I wait for the procedures to be complete and for the bell to ring to begin the challenge

13:52 Sweet_Misty: I shake out my wrists and wait as the referee checks you out. He comes over my way and starts to do the same starting with my arm sleeves and then hair... patting my sides carefully before asking me to lift my boots up one at a time. He checks them over and everything seems good to go! Now it's just a short wait and then.. DING DING DING! The bell tones out and that is our signal! All the nervousness and everything strips right out of me and I take a few steps toward the centre of the ring before circling to the right. My gaze remains on your eyes flitting here and there to check an arm or your foot positioning. My hands are up and ready to just lunge in... feet back in case I need to use some fancy footwork to get out of anything clever you decide to try. "Here we are again Paul... let's show everyone what we can do hmm?"

15:42 Paul_Job: I walk up to you and smile. Your friendly approach surprises me, I expected more resentment from you. I smile and wink at you. I get closer to you. You are taller than me and almost the same weight. It will be a very open match, which will be decided in detail. I approach you, stretch out my hands and try to catch you in a typical elbow and neck lock up

16:04 Sweet_Misty: You smile nicely and wink to me… but I just ignore that. I’m here to get a job done and my reputation is on the line. This isn’t going to be an easy win… no… I’ve been here with you in the ring before. You come forward and I’m more than happy to get things started this way! We crash together with our arms tying up and our feet stomping on the boards with a CRASH! “Mmmmmfff!”

16:07 Paul_Job: Our bodies bond. my hands grasp your neck and your arm. Yours hold me tight. I feel your muscles swelling under my hands. It's an exciting feeling that I can't describe. I put my feet on the mat and start pushing, I want to demonstrate my strength and make you understand immediately that I am the most powerful one in the ring. I try to push you towards the ropes behind you

09:59 Sweet_Misty: “Mmmmffff!” Our bodies tense and the struggle for the first advantage of the match commences. My body lowers and rises looking to find the right angle to gain that slight edge… when you pour on the pressure. My left boot falls back… then my right… as you pick up steam and just bully me back into the ropes. My ponytail whips over and hangs over the side of the top rope… back arched against the strained cord circling the ring. “Ahhh!”, I call out as I’m in a most disadvantageous position… and not exactly my ideal start that I was hoping for. The referee comes around yelling, “Ok! Break the hold! 1…”

10:07 Paul_Job: I push you hard, you step back until your back touches the ropes. The referee counts. I'm forced to let go. I raise my arms "OK, OK" I say to the referee. I take a step back, but before the referee signals to continue the match and while your shoulders are still attached to the ropes, I open my palm and try to hit you in the chest with a chop

10:15 Sweet_Misty: My eyes flick toward the referee before looking back your way… my hands releasing and my arms coming up as though surrendering. You raise your own arms and this looks like it’s going to be a clean break when… “Auuuggghhhh!” Your chop echos out throw the arena and gets more than a few “Ooooohhh”s from the fans around. I’m thrown back into the ropes… head back and hair flying wildly. My arms grab at the ropes as I’m pulled back up.. my face with a stunned look… my mouth open as my tush slumps into the second rope.

10:19 Paul_Job: In a not exactly correct way, I managed to immediately gain an advantage over you. The audience doesn't appreciate my surprise move and I hear someone boo me. I don't care about them and am determined to continue my attack. I grab your right wrist, bend my knees and pull you hard and then try to throw you towards the opposite side of the ring. I turn and wait for your bounce against the ropes

10:28 Sweet_Misty: Looking up I see you advancing… pressing the advantage and I can’t blame you! The dirty deed is done and even if a few people don’t like the outcome they don’t factor into this contest. You snatch my right wrist away from the rope leaving it to twang briefly before feeling a pull at my shoulder… you muscling me away from the ropes and the ropes happily helping me along as well. My feet pick up to a running pace quickly before my body turns… a reaction every wrestler with any experience has in this situation. The ropes straining before slinging me back across the ring…. My eyes scanning and wide… trying to figure out your game plan before it’s too late.

10:34 Paul_Job: I can detach myself from the ropes and make you run in the opposite direction. After bouncing with your back on the ropes on the other side, you run even faster towards me. I'm getting ready to grab you. I bend my knees and try to hug you, with one arm at your hip and the other around your thigh. If I can, afterwards, I straighten my legs to lift you off the ground. Finally I lunge forward to slam you to the ground, back on the mat, with a spinebuster.

10:35 Paul_Job: https://i.makeagif.com/media/1-20-2014/cQptCi.gif

10:47 Sweet_Misty: This is going to be a lariat I determine. My mind is made up and I start to go over when I should duck. Right Scott now! My head starts to go down when you do as well! Your strong arms wrap around my waist and you use that momentum to lift me high into the air! My ascent peaks and I get this funny feeling in my stomach as though I’m just going over the first hill in a roller coaster. My arms go out and I tilt back at your insistence before… SLLLLAAAAMMMMM!!!

10:54 Sweet_Misty: My spine seizes with the impact of your move and my brain scrambles as it bounces off the boards violently! I arch my back and my legs stiffen around your waist. “AHHHHHHH!!!”

10:59 Paul_Job: The spinebuster isn't exactly one of my favorite moves, but this time I was able to do it because my opponent is lighter than me and I'm still fresh. The match has just started and I immediately try to get a grip on it. You're on the ground, arching from the pain in your back. I think for a moment about the next attack and then decide not to leave my comfort zone, as a high flyer fighter. I sprint to the ropes on your right, jump, and use the second rope as a springboard. Then I turn in the air and try to land on you with a flying leg drop https://media.giphy.com/media/82J1CEq5XLV69OMAFU/giphy.gif

11:10 Sweet_Misty: My arms are out and I cough a few times… looking for all at the moment like a jobber trotted out to give you a boost with a definitive win. My legs shift as I stare up at the lights a moment trying to get my bearings. The boards quake and… did I move my legs or… suddenly the lights go dark for a moment and CRRRAASSSHHHH! Your meaty leg drops right over my delicate neck! My legs kick up before dropping back to the floor with a THUNK THUD. I devolve into a fit of racking coughs as I shove your leg away. My body turns to lay on my side… my hands running to my throat trying to soothe this new sensation you’ve bestowed upon me.

11:13 Paul_Job: I hit you, I feel your neck crush under my leg when I land on it. Part of the audience cheers me on. The move was definitely more successful than the incorrect chop I had done before. You rotate on your side. I grab your shoulder and pull you onto your back. Then I put my hands on your chest and look at the referee to ask him to start counting the pin

11:17 Sweet_Misty: I just want to curl up and let all the hurt that was inflicted just fade away. However there is no rest for me as a pair of hands pulls me to lay on my back. “Uhhh…”, gasps out of my lips as those same hands press into my chest. The referee swings around us… sliding to the mat and slapping a hand down with each call of a number. “1!!!! 2!!!!!”

11:18 Sweet_Misty: My instincts kick in! With a cry I roll my left shoulder up and hold my arm there. The referee points to it and shows the announcers 2 fingers.

11:20 Paul_Job: Move your torso, lift your shoulder off the ground. The referee stops the count. I wasn't hoping to get a win so soon, but I tried anyway. I'm not frustrated at not having heard the referee say three, on the contrary I want to continue like this and leave the inertia of the match on my side. I grab your hair, stand up and try to pull you up with me, already thinking about the next move.

11:26 Sweet_Misty: I try to roll away after your hands leave my torso but that’s not to be. You snatch up my hair causing my scalp to burn and… in a way… that brings me to my senses more. “Ahhhhh!!” My hands reach up grabbing at your wrists… pulling me up as my legs scramble to keep up with the pull. My hands pay at your wrist then… gritting my teeth and planting my feet as I get halfway up… I lift myself and angle the top of my head to fit it under your chin. My arms come around trying to grab that head and secure it in place before jumping… dropping to my knees and attempting to scramble your own brain a bit! I need to get back into this or you’re just going to pick me apart!

11:35 Paul_Job: I'm probably too confident, I let myself be surprised. As I pull you up, you react with a cunning and highly experienced move. My jaw hits your head when your knees hit the mat. The blow is very painful. I'm forced to leave you. I stagger back as the entire arena seems to rotate around my head. I put my hands over my mouth, step back until my shoulders touch the ropes and then, due to the rebound, I take a couple of steps forward

11:44 Sweet_Misty: We slam back to that mat and a sharp pain stabs into the top of my skull! Your chin rebounds away and my hands shoot to massage that spot on my head. Looking up I see you stumble back all the way to the ropes before they urge you back the way you came. I grit my teeth again… and gather my legs before pushing forward… going into a short dash and aiming my right shoulder for your tummy. I scream out as I look to just spear you!

11:46 Sweet_Misty: http://cdn2.vox-cdn.com/imported_assets/2272300/ZlmNMlS.gif

11:50 Paul_Job: I'm stunned, my hands on my chin. I'm staggering in the middle of the ring. I don't know where you are and because of the pain in my face I don't care of it. But at some point I feel like I'm hit by a moving train. Your shoulder penetrates my stomach. The feet leave the mat. You make me fly backwards. My back hits the ground and my body, after the impact, rolls on the mat to the corner. I scream in pain and remain in the embryonic position with my head and legs under the bottom rope

13:54 Sweet_Misty: Crashing together the impact of a spear is something else! We nearly meld together and down I go landing on top of you! For a moment I need to just... just lie there... after taking a beating and then forcing myself to just go full tilt at you right now has taken something out of me. However I can't just stop.... and after only a few moments of reprieve my hands plant on the mat and I push my way up... leaving you there in the corner screaming. Well... now you may know what it feels like to have a motorcycle driven over you! Not a bus... I'm too slim for that... Using those ropes near us I pull myself up and look down at you in the corner. Sometimes the best ways are the old fashioned ways and I grab the top ropes on either side of the corner and with a girly grunt pull myself up onto the second turnbuckle. With one more bounce I jump off and bend my legs... aiming my kneepads right for your middle which is still in the ring. "YYYYAAAAAA!!!"

13:59 Paul_Job: I writhe on the ground in pain after a powerful spear. My mouth is wide open trying to breathe after your shove to the stomach knocked my breath out. I don't have time to recover before another terrible blow comes to my body. You hit me with your knees. I collect with a lot of pain. I snort. Then I try to avoid a further attack from you and slip out of the ring. I land on my chest and remain on all fours for a few moments. My chest swells and deflates from my labored breathing

09:21 Sweet_Misty: Bouncing off your body my knees land next to you with a thud thud! Or I would be next to you but you scramble away to the safety of the outside of the ring. Safety? Is anywhere really safe here? Time to test that theory. That lovely corner is still before me and it’s nice to have some support for getting up. I grab the ropes and haul myself up… then I keep going. Climbing higher… until I’m perched on the top rope. The crowd leaps to their feet screaming for and against me! Some encouraging me on…. Some trying to warn you. I my green eyes narrow at you reminiscent of a hunter… waiting for the right moment.. watching their prey. Just stand up… just get up a up little more…. Sweat drips down my face and I’m ignoring the hurts inflicted on me early in the match… just stay on him…

09:56 Paul_Job: I'm on all fours, I hear the audience screaming. It's not a chorus but each person says different things aimed at me or you. I don't understand much, but I know I have to recover. I don't hear you get out of the ring and that makes me think I can take it easy. I put my hands on the ring apron, stand up, look around to try to figure out where you are. It just doesn't occur to me that you would be crazy enough to climb to the top of the post to try an aerial attack all the way out of the ring.

09:56 Paul_Job:

10:11 Sweet_Misty: As soon as you pop up to your feet I raise up to my full height… and up in the air… ignoring the pain still in my back from that spine buster you so expertly dropped me in. My knees bend… I leap into the air whilst turning my body… aiming my feet out and down as I look to do what I shouldn’t really do: a missile drop kick from the top ropes outside the ring. The air whistles in my ears and my ponytail flows behind me like the tail of a kite streaming out. The lights catch me and I just hope the damn photographers get this because I’m not doing it again! I just hope you don’t see me coming as I soar through the air… This is going to be the best… or worst thing ever. Either way this is really… really going to hurt…

10:12 Sweet_Misty: https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fexternal-preview.redd.it%2FxqQD3dwR4uCyislAUdhLQK_ksCwpLkyQFecSswCFzx0.gif%3Fformat%3Dmp4%26s%3Dfae2952a3d4998f5432b739bc9b47be48de9a926

13:45 Paul_Job: After standing up I look around but I don't see you. Then I follow the gaze of the audience and understand that you are high up. I turn to you and my eyes widen as I see that you are at the top of the corner post ready to jump. I can't move out of your way and when I see you coming, with your legs outstretched and the soles of your boots facing my face, I try to resist. But your feet penetrate my guard and your double kick hits me right in the middle of the face. My head snaps back and I fly. I land with my shoulders and back on the ground, I remain still with arms and legs wide

13:35 Sweet_Misty: That impact with my boots tells me I hit something! Your arms... your head... your body... I'm not quite sure in the confusion when you lift your arms up but I did hit something! Now for the hard part for me. Jumping from the top of the post to the concrete of an arena is typically about as high a drop as you are going to make in this game. Sure there are higher but those are extraordinary circumstances which we don't have. When that boot impact happens my thoughts turn toward my own landing. My own hard landing. I hope those pads aren't as thin as I remember and I can twist just right to land on my backside! WHHHHAAAAMMMMMM! Nope! No those are still so not a help! I lay there grimacing and turn slowly onto my side... holding my own back thinking... this was such a bad idea... I just hope you are in worse shape than I.

11:59 Paul_Job: The blow was really very hard. You hit me from a considerable height, right in the face, and the back fall only made my situation worse. I'm on the ground, stunned. My chest swells and deflates to the rhythm of my labored breathing. I am in distress. However, I want to try to fight back

12:00 Paul_Job: but I'm not in the good enough shape to stand on my feet and fight. The crowd cheers for the great action, but people in the audience can't understand how much it did hurt

13:24 Sweet_Misty: I roll to my side and then onto my hands and knees. Laying around is not going to help me get my career back on track and I have no idea really how much I got you. No hands come for my hair... and I don't hear any footfalls. When I do look up I finally see you are laid out flat on the concrete with only the rise and fall of your chest any indication that you are alive. With a determined look on my face and more than a few complaints from my body I rise up straight and stand there a moment before stumbling over to your side. The referee is up against the ropes yelling at us, "Get back in here! 1!!!... 2!!!... 3!!!..." Yeah yeah! We'll get back in there... I bend over reaching with my own hands for your arm and hair... trying to flip you over then urge you up. This is going to be slow going...

09:14 Paul_Job: I'm sore and quite confused. I can't get up even though I hear the referee counting. I know that staying out of the ring could cost me the match. But I don't have the strength to get up. I shake my head trying to regain clarity. Then I feel you grab my head and arm, pull me to my feet. I don't resist, in fact I let you do it. I stand up and stagger, but I can't fight back

09:22 Sweet_Misty: You get back to your feet albeit unsteadily… but you’re there. I have to admit the appeal of heightened carnage and unpredictability outside the ring is tempting… but last time we were out here neither of us made it back in! Ending things this way… one of us outside the ring is just… not the way I want to start my match back to the top. So with a little growl of frustration and much to the annoyance of the fans right here in the front rows…. I try to haul you to the apron before tossing you back inside the ring. “Not this time Paul… our fate is inside the square as it should be.”

10:09 Paul_Job: You push me towards the ring apron and then I roll inside, under the bottom rope. In these few moments I recover some energy and have the strength to move, even if still too slowly. I walk on all fours towards the opposite side of the ring, until I reach the ropes. I hold on and try to get up, taking advantage of the fact that you are outside and that you probably want to come in too

10:11 Sweet_Misty: After taking care of your entry into the ring it’s time for me to get in as well. Taking a breath my right hand takes hold of the bottom rope and uses that to haul myself up on the apron. Pausing to push my long ponytail back over my shoulder I take hold of the middle rope getting ready to step back in and stop the count.

10:15 Paul_Job: Seeing you enter the ring I think I can run and attack you. But then I let my instincts cool and try to act more thoughtfully. I need a few more seconds to recover at least a decent condition to be able to continue fighting this match. So I'll let you make the next move. “Have you used all your weapons in your arsenal or do you still have anything stored away?”

10:22 Sweet_Misty: Slipping back in without incident i find you up and waiting on the other side of the ring. If I didn’t need the breather myself I’d have been a little quicker to stay on top of you… or tried to squeeze more of that frustratingly stubborn energy out of you outside on the concrete. “Oh I’m full of surprises. Not quite as sweet since last you saw me hmm?” My feet move walking me across the ring… No circling… no waiting… looking to bring my arms up and lock up with you again with a girly grunt.

10:31 Paul_Job: As soon as you start to walk towards me I let myself be carried away by the desire to attack and therefore my rational part can no longer keep my impulsive part at bay. I want to respond to the harsh attacks I had to suffer in the previous minutes. So I take a running start, drawing on my energy, which isn't much anyway, I lean forward and try to hit you with a shoulder to the abdomen, trying a spear to knock you to the mat.

10:43 Sweet_Misty: Looks like that drop kick took more out of you than I thought! You’re usually more aggressive but your posture… demeanour… tells me you need time. I’m not going to give it to you though and… “OOOOOFFFFFF!!!” Your shoulder hits pay dirt and my booted feet lift off the bar as you spear me down to the canvas! Suddenly I’m given a great view of the lights above as the crowd explodes seeing you’re not done yet! Laid out under you I’m trying to figure out what bus just hit me.

10:52 Paul_Job: I hit you and we both end up on the mat. I'm sure the impact of my spear had a very negative effect on you. I get on my knees and look at you. I see you are on the ground, while the audience cheers. I stand up and walk towards the corner with a slightly swinging gait. I grab the top rope and start climbing the ropes to stand on the top turnbackle of the corner. I also know how to hit you in flight and I want to show it. Some of the audience yells at me that I'm crazy, but I go my own way

11:00 Sweet_Misty: My eyes blink up at the ceiling a few times before my left leg kicks up before falling back to the floor with a small thud. I’m tired… and this can’t go on much longer… I can feel my gas gauge pushing dangerously close to E and the fumes aren’t going to last. With a groan I try to roll to my left and plant my right hand onto the mat… use that to start… climbing up… get to my knees first…

11:04 Paul_Job: I'm watching you from the corner of the ring. You are on the ground, but you rotate and place your hands and knees on the mat to get up. When I see you get on your hands I think it's the best time to try my attack. I jump and while I'm in the air I extend my leg, trying to land on the back of your neck with my calf. I try to fall on you and slam your face into the mat with a flying leg drop from the top rope

11:11 Sweet_Misty: Just a bit more Misty… just get back up and… find him… he should be right here!? Just as I climb to my hands and feet a meaty weight with the aid of gravity drops onto my neck. I don’t even have time to acknowledge what is going on when the floor comes up to meet my face! SSLLLLAAAAAMMMMMM! Or is that… the other way around? Doesn’t matter… I lay there a moment unmoving… before my right foot kicks up and down and a wail escapes through my parted lips. Stars… all I can see are… stars…

11:20 Paul_Job: My calf pushes your face, which is pressed into the mat. My butt also hits the mat and this causes some pain in my back. I roll on the ground complaining, but I know that now you're the one in the worst situation. I turn to you and grab your arm to pull you and position you on your back. Finally I try to lie down with my chest on your chest to press you onto the mat beneath me. I look at the referee waiting for him to start counting

11:58 Sweet_Misty: As efficient as ever the ref slides into position looking like he’s ready for this to end. Must be the last match of the night for him and he’s ready to go home to a banquet of cheese and wine… or more likely beer and pizza. His hand SLAPS to the canvas. “1!!!!” The pressure on my chest constricting my breathing… but that slap next to my ear does something. What is that? Another dull slap to the wooden boards. “2!!!!” That jolts the old brain a bit! My eyes widen and I try to roll my right shoulder… it’s all I can do… I’ve no energy to kick out… not now… and I try to raise that right arm up into the air… shaking… threatening to just flop back down at any half second but… there it is.

17:17 Paul_Job: "DAMN!" I scream when the ref stops counting. I look at him. I'm in disbelief "What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask with desperation clear in my voice. The audience rejoices, because this great match can continue. I stand up, I'm exhausted, but the match must continue. "Couldn't you be quiet for another second?" I ask, whispering in your ear as I grab you by the hair and try to pull you to your feet.

22:13 Sweet_Misty: You whisper harshly in my ear before roughly pulling me up by my long locks. I give a little groan as you do and grit my teeth... my scalp on fire from the hold you are using. "Ref! Hair Ref!!", I call out hoping to get that bum into the game and get you off me. On my way up I see your abs and just lash out as quick as I can... trying to pump one right fist into your stomach before cocking back to try again if you let me.

09:35 Paul_Job: I try to pull you up to plan my next move. But as you stand up you hit my exposed abdomen and make me bend over. I cough, I snort. I take a few steps back to get away from you. You surprised me

09:50 Sweet_Misty: One hand holds my poor abused abdomen where your shoulder just crunched into me. Still pinched in pain my face looks up after my two shots to your own abs send you back a piece and doubled over. I can’t let you turn the tide or… that might be it for me. I may have a new look and new found determination but I still can only take so much. With a little grunt I shoot forward and up… my left arm looking to wrap around your neck before I plant my feet as firmly as I can and reverse that momentum. With a cry up to the lights above… a little hope into the air… and a lean backwards… I try to will your body to move in a devastating DDT maneuver.

09:57 Paul_Job: While I'm leaning forward I feel you grab my head and pull me. You interrupt my backward movement and make me fall forward. My head hits the mat, my legs remain suspended in a vertical position for a moment and then fall back to the ground. I remain stunned, lying on my chest in the middle of the ring

10:09 Sweet_Misty: The crash of the boards thunders over the uproar of the crowd as we topple to the mat. I lay just to your side with you partially on top of me… before I give you a shove on your shoulder to try to get you to flip away onto your back. Feeling drained and barely wanting to move myself… I start to climb back to my feet… my chest rising and falling… mouth agape… feeling this one… and probably going to feel this one for days to come. Exhausted my eyes turn down to see you lying there… before my body leans toward the nearest corner… feet stumbling and momentum taking me more than anything. You can’t say it’s walking… more a shamble over there as I grab the top ropes. Pausing to take another breath I start to climb that corner… on the lower buckle… my other up on the second one… until I can turn and sit on the top turnbuckle. I have to… get a breath… looking at you… seeing if you stay still or not.

10:12 Paul_Job: The blow to the head stunned me, you push me and roll me onto my back. My eyes are open, but I only see bells rotating around the ring. I try to shake my head, but I can't come to my senses. I move my foot to try to get up, but I don't have the strength to stand up. My chest swells and deflates with my deep breaths

10:22 Sweet_Misty: Little movements… a leg then rising and falling… I must have rung your bell good with that DDT. Good! Well… in the professional sense of course. It’s time… this is either going to win this or break me. Why does it seem to always come to this? Well… the ones that matter… the fans that pay our salaries and keep us touring… they love this shit. So I’m going to keep giving it to them! I stand up and take one note step up facing you… before raising both hands in the air posing for everyone to see… something big is coming! Ok Misty… just… just do it! Without another thought I leap into the air! At my full height my knees fold to touch my tummy and I bring my arms in… before jerking them back out into an all or nothing frog splash!

10:22 Sweet_Misty: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/sasha-banks-stunning-frog-splash-gif--671599363159447533/

10:27 Paul_Job: I shake my head, slowly reopen my eyes and the movement of the bells around my head slows down. But as soon as I think I'm about to come to my senses I see your silhouette in flight coming towards me. Your chest hits mine, you crush my stomach. I spit out all the air I have in my body and even a little soul. I gasp, my body doubles. I put my hands on my abdomen and moan

10:31 Sweet_Misty: We CRUSH together sending us both bouncing after that initial impact. The ring quakes and the ropes quiver from the action inside it. I give a cry as we hit as the impact isn’t pleasant for me as well! Again… I have to hope you ended up far worse than I did. Laying there on you… my hair a mess and covering my face and part of your body… I happen to by covering you still and the referee moves into position. “1!!!…”

10:44 Paul_Job: The audience cheers at the spectacular nature of your move. I remain breathless, crushed to the ground beneath you. The referee counts ONE, I struggle to move, you crushed my chest and took out all the air. I can't move you from me. The referee continues counting and claps his hand on mat TWO. I'm shocked, I'm about to lose this match. I cannot. I don't know what gives me strength, maybe pride. I raise my hand and lift my shoulder off the mat a millimeter just before the referee counts the THREE

10:50 Sweet_Misty: I’m panting… just focusing on myself… not really hearing the count nor the result. The referee points to your shoulder and signals a two count only. I look up to see this and realise… oh god… he’s not done. I can’t really move… not really without major complaint from my muscles and limbs. Groaning I push myself off you.. rolling to the side. I can’t do much… so with slow movements… I try to get where your head is. There can’t be much… not that much… perhaps a… that might work. I might be able to do that. My fingers reach out… looking to slide into your hair… and pull you up just a bit off the mat. It seems to take forever… just to do that… come on Misty!

10:54 Paul_Job: I don't know how I managed to move after the DDT-frog splash combo. You grab me by the hair and lift my head off the mat. I snort, I'm dizzy, I have almost no energy left inside me. I move based on where you pull me

10:56 Sweet_Misty: Gasping… I pull you toward me… slipping you up my body and between my legs if I can… before trying to scissor your torso… and wrap my arms almost lovingly around your neck and head… trying to squeeze in a scissors and sleeper combo. I just need to squeeze lightly…. Just a bit… My face sweating… The light in my eyes dull… I don’t have much… Not much at all…

11:04 Paul_Job: Wrap your legs and arms around my body. Your scissor squeezes my hips, while your arms strangle me. I can't breathe and the air resources in my body are already low. My muscles are weak and I don't even show a reaction. My eyes are wide open, I cough weakly as you squeeze me like a boa

11:09 Sweet_Misty: My squeeze is pretty weak at best… my teeth gritted from the effort. With each little pulse a girly grunt issues out of me that only you can hear. Come on… just… a bit… more… Misty! I trust us a bit to try and lay us on our sides… You don’t fight… You don’t really move. I can’t see your eyes so mine scan around for the referee. “Check him…”, I call out. My chest rushing and falling to tap into your back… trying to just hold on for a few more seconds…

11:12 Paul_Job: You hold me, not too hard, but just enough to finish me off. I can't breathe, my eyes roll back. I feel your arms and legs crushing me. Your breasts press against my back. I can't do anything, and after a few seconds I pass out.

11:16 Sweet_Misty: The referee lifts your arm once before letting it fall lifeless back to the mat. He does so again… holding the hand up careful before letting it go. Thud! I watch this mesmerised… not really putting pressure on anymore. Just watching the referee… and that arm for the thrust check… holding my breath…

11:20 Paul_Job: The referee lifts my arm, releases it and it falls hard on the mat. Then he repeats the action. I'm not moving. I lost all vital stimuli. I fainted. The audience follows the last moments of the match in religious silence. Someone, when I see my arm that can't stay up, starts cheering. I'm out cold, slowly the whole arena explodes in a liberating scream

11:27 Sweet_Misty: I blink as the referee points to your arm… before signalling for the bell! DING DING DING!!! I just hold you for a moment longer before everything falls away… my legs… my arms… my body laying back as I just fall over! Oh gawd… it’s over… I… I finally have a win… since returning. Against one of the current stars of OPCW! I just let that sink in as the referee grabs my arm and holds it up. I’m not exactly the picture of victory… but dies that really matter? The announcer kicks in. “HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!!! SWWWWEEEEEETTTTTT MISTYYYYYY!!!!”

11:33 Paul_Job: I remain lying on the ground, lifeless. The announcer proclaims your victory, but I don't realize what's happening, I'm still dizzy and faint

11:41 Sweet_Misty: I lie there for a bit before just rolling out of the ring… feeling like I’m unable to even get up after all that. Before rolling off the apron I get my legs under me and use the side of the ring to help prop me up. My right arm folds around my tummy as my left rises shakily into the air. Turning I look back at you… defeated… out… and give you a nod of respect I know you won’t see. That’s not the point. Amongst the cheering crowd I make my way back up the entrance aisle to exit out of the arena.