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11:57 KC_Lauren: My music blasts from the speakers and booms throughout the arena. The announcer is in the ring and, after introducing the match, he introduces me. "The challenger, from Italy, 168cm and 57kg, she is the founder, absolute leader of the OPCW. Let's welcome Miss KC Lauren!". I enter the arena. I appear on stage in my red latex leotard, black leather boots. I walk towards the ring among my audience. There are those who adore me, but also those who don't appreciate my authority within the federation. I feel confident and enter the ring proudly, with my head held high. I stop on the ring apron and clean the soles of my boots before moving between the first and second ropes. I enter the ring, approach the referee and offer him my hand, letting him kiss it in reverence. Then I go to my corner and look towards the entrance of the arena waiting for the champion.

11:57 KC_Lauren:

14:03 JobberifficTiff: The fans giving you a mixed welcome as you make your entrance, but you seem unphased as the referee worships your hand. You make your way to your corner as my music begins and the fans leap to their feet, cheering wildly. The spotlights on the curtain waiting for my arrival. The fans continue to cheer, but after a moment of two they die down into a confused murmur. My music ends and I'm still nowhere to be seen. The screens around the arena switching from my entrance logo to video of the back stage area. My body clad in my yellow latex leotard and matching boots laying on the cold floor, a masked woman standing over me stomping my back, my arms, my legs as I moan and writhe on the ground.

14:03 JobberifficTiff: The fans gasping and booing as they watch this mystery woman assault me as I was trying to make my entrance. The boos growing louder as they see her pick up a steel chair and bring it crashing down across my back as I try to push up to all fours, I cry out as I drop back to the floor, clutching my battered body. The fans watching in horror as she works my body over with the chair before refs and security arrive and she tosses the weapon and runs off. I lay moaning on the floor as they attend to me, calling for medics, calling for a stretcher, and I wave them off.

14:03 JobberifficTiff: I slowly, slowly get to my feet, my breasts heaving as I wince in pain as I slowly take a step and then another, my arms cradling my body as I limp towards the curtain. The fans gasping and then cheering as I push through the curtain, cheering for me, trying to will me the entire way to the ring. I make it there and roll under the ropes and into the ring, wincing as I use them to pull myself up to my feet, holding on to them as I use them to walk me to my corner.

14:03 JobberifficTiff:

20:59 KC_Lauren: I don't understand what's happening when your music ends but no one comes to the ring. When I see that you were attacked backstage by a mysterious woman I have the same reaction as the audience. I don't know who could have attacked you in such a cowardly way. I don't like this situation, I would prefer to win cleanly. Now the public will think that I organized this ambush. After a few moments, however, you come towards the ring, demonstrating great courage. The audience appreciates your choice. Even if you are limping and in difficulty you decide to come and defend your title

21:01 KC_Lauren: I really wish our challenge had a different story, but I'm certainly not one to let my opportunities for success slip away. I would not be the head of the OPCW. So as soon as you roll into the ring and stand up, and the bell rings, I run over to you and immediately try to spear you in the stomach.

05:54 JobberifficTiff: I slowly make my way to the ring, the pain of the assault clear on my face, your face matching the crowd in complete shock and concern. The fans continue to cheer me on as I roll into the ring, grabbing the ropes and pulling myself up, getting my legs under me and then turning around to find you. But it's you that's found me as your body slams into mine with a spear, "Uggghhh" moaning as my body is driven back through the ropes, hitting the apron with a groan before pitching off and down to the floor, laying in a heap, my breasts heaving as I pant, trying to take a deep breath.

06:43 KC_Lauren: I immediately stand up and see that you have fallen out of the ring, after going through the ropes. I smile, but the audience expresses their disappointment with deafening boos. I also go through the ropes and stand on the ring apron. I look at you and jump, to land with both feet on your body, before placing your feet on the floor

15:08 JobberifficTiff: The fans booing as I fly through the ropes landing on the thin mats outside the ring, but that doesn't wipe the smile from your face as you slip through the ropes yourself, standing, posing a bit on the apron as you look down at me and leap. Trying to get my body to move out of the way, but I'm much slower due to the beating I've just taken, "Ugghhhhh" moaning as your boots land firmly on my body, gasping and writhing on the floor as you step off of me.

16:34 KC_Lauren: I step on you and then take a couple of steps towards the audience. I smile. The attack you suffered wasn't my fault, but I take advantage of the situation. You're in trouble, I know it well, I turn towards you and grab your hair. I try to pull you to stand up. If I succeed I'll hold your head up and drag you towards the crowd "Here's your champion" and finally I'll try to slam your face into the top of the barricade that separates the ring zone from the audience.

06:11 JobberifficTiff: I pant and gasp as you stop off of me, the fans booing right in your face, but you simply smile back at them. I moan as you sink your fingers into my hair and drag me up to my hands and knees, my heavy breasts swaying, being shown off to the crowd before you pull me up to my feet. I reach for your hand in my hair, fighting weakly to get free, the assault and your attacks keeping me struggling to get back in this match as you drag me over to the fans who forget all their booing as you present me to them, their hands reaching out to touch and squeeze any part of me then can. I groan as I now have to contend with more than just your own hands, trying to swat them all away as you rip at my hair and slam my pretty face into the top of the barricade. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" I moan as my head recoils off the steel, my body flopping over the railing as the crowd reaches out for me again.

11:11 KC_Lauren: Your face hits the barricade. I don't let go of your hair. "What a stone head you have." Then I turn to drag you towards the ring. I want to bring the challenge back inside the ropes, but I don't miss an opportunity to inflict more pain on you. I try to slam your face into the ring apron and then push you to roll you under the bottom rope

19:09 JobberifficTiff: I moan as my head hits the barricade, body slumped over it as you keep a grip on my hair, , the smile still on your face as you taunt me, the arena still a cacophony of cheers and boos as you drag me off the steel, displaying me to the fans before jerking on my hair and leading me back towards the ring, trying to clear my head as you slam my pretty face again, this time against the ring apron, "Uggghh" gasping as my body trembles, shoved up onto the apron, my backside jiggling as you roll me under the bottom rope, staring up at the blinding ring lights, my heavy breasts heaving, trying to take a breath, needing to recover from now two assaults.

11:43 KC_Lauren: I roll you under the bottom rope to bring the action back inside the ring. I'm watching you. The public doesn't like the fact that I took advantage of the attack you suffered. I see you slowly try to get up, but while you're on your knees I take a running start to try to hit you with a shining wizard. I aim for your chin with my knee

11:46 KC_Lauren: https://25.media.tumblr.com/9d3d8bf56e6a267d527cd5224f42e19b/tumblr_ms13p7ZoCC1rtxeaoo1_400.gif

14:57 JobberifficTiff: I gasp, sucking in as much air as I can, my heavy breasts heaving in my tight sweat soaked suit. My head is pounding, my body aching, but I have to get up, I can't just lay here. The fans boos are your out of the ring attacks turning to cheers as they see me stir on the mat, shaking my head as I push up to my hands and knees, looking this way and that to find you. The boards thundering as I see you running towards me, my eyes going wide as I see you approaching for a move you've used time and again in your victories in the league and I know that this match might be over if you connect. I take a deep breath and duck as your knee and the rest of you come flying towards me, feeling the air as you go sailing over me.

15:07 KC_Lauren: I'm convinced I'm going to hit you, but at the last moment you lower your head and I miss the impact with your face. I fall to the ground behind you and sit there, a little shaken. "What? That's not possible!" I was sure I would end the match in a short time but somewhere inside you found the strength to avoid the blow. I stand up and turn around immediately thinking of a new attack

15:37 JobberifficTiff: The crowd erupts as you fly over me and crash to the mat, taking a deep breath I grunt and push up to my feet. The fans seeing the confused shocked look on your face, but you don't stay down for long and as I turn to face you I see you quickly getting to your feet. I step into you as you turn towards me, my hand slipping between your thighs as I cup your backside and lift you up for a slam. The fans cheering, but then gasp as I get you halfway up and pain surges through my back, the chair shots taking their toll on me as I struggle to lift you, unable to as I lower you back down, wincing in pain as I try to back away from you, one hand holding my back.

16:43 KC_Lauren: I'm confused after making a mistake on my shining wizard. I turn towards you and am quickly grabbed. You try to lift me, but the effect of the blows suffered during the attack is felt. You cannot complete your action and I return to standing next to you. "The weakest champion in OPCW history." You arch your back and touch it with one hand. I try to kick you behind the knees and, if I succeed, I wrap my arm around your neck to block your chin under my armpit and lock you in a dragon sleeper

16:43 KC_Lauren:

17:22 JobberifficTiff: The fans beside themselves as I can't lift you up, staggering away from you towards the ropes, holding my back. The fans booing as you give me a new title, stalking me as I reach for the ropes, stumbling as you kick the back of my leg, sending me to my knees, arms waving as you pull my head back under your arm, arching my back painfully as I'm forced to once again stare up at the ring lights, my ample chest thrust out, my arms waving wildly as you work me into a dragon sleeper.

17:27 KC_Lauren: I'll grab you, I'll scream. This is one of my best moves, it has given me many victories and I hope this is the most important of all. I arch my back to pull you into a sitting position. Then I place your arm behind my leg to immobilize you and continue to pull your neck into my hold.

17:27 KC_Lauren: https://upload.forumfree.net/i/ff4515148/Rwchdlp.gif

17:36 JobberifficTiff: Your screams filling the ring as they mix with my own as you pull back hard, arching me further, my heaving breasts thrust out, my belly taut, arms waving as the pain shoots through my strained injured back. The referee moving in, looking to see if I want to call it quits, waving them off with my hands as you grab one of them and pull it between your legs. I keep flailing with the other, trying to keep it from your clutches as I struggle in your grip.

17:41 KC_Lauren: I hold you tightly, flex my muscles to pull your head and strangle you. “GIVE UP” I scream. My body pulsates with adrenaline, the public senses that an epochal change is taking place in the OPCW but does not appreciate the way in which this is happening. My breasts crush on your shoulder and your neck, my biceps swell on your throat "You have no escape ex champion"

17:42 KC_Lauren: https://upload.forumfree.net/i/ff4515148/TCQDvqW.gif

17:50 JobberifficTiff: I struggle and squirm in your grip, seated on the mat, trapped in your hold as I dig my boots into the mat, bucking and flexing as I drag us little by little, panting and moaning, feeling your own sweat dripping on my body as you flex and strain against me, your arm strangling me, pain causing my body to shudder against you as the referee leans in again, barely able hearing them asking about my submission over the boos of the crowd as you scream for me to give up. I cry out "No!" as I wave my free arm, hitting it against the ropes, gasping and moaning as I wrap my fingers around it, the fans roaring as the referee taps on your shoulder calling for a rope break.

17:56 KC_Lauren: You fight with courage and determination. Resist my hold. You don't want to accept being yet another victim of my submission move. Your fingers touch the string. While the referee is preparing to tell me that I have to drop you, I anticipate him: "Shut up!" and I throw myself back, with my back on the ground to pull you away from the ropes. Then I spread my legs and try to put them at your hips to hold you in a body scissor combined with my dragon sleeper.

19:53 JobberifficTiff: I grab the ropes and try to take a sigh of relief as I hear the fans cheer, I feel your grip loosening and I prepare to take a deep breath as you push against me when you suddenly snap your body backwards, jerking me off the ropes, my body pulled sharply backwards and between your thighs as you slip them around me, your boots locking around in front of me as you crush my waist as you squeeze my neck and arch my body. The fans booing riotously as you yell at the referee, my entire body flailing in agony as you lock the hold in deep, but the referee continues to tap you on the shoulder. "I said break the hold, she made the ropes!" he snaps back at you, locking eyes with you as he begins to count, the serious look on his face telling you and everyone in the arena he will disqualify you if he gets to five.

21:36 KC_Lauren: I have you in this terrible combined hold, dragon sleeper and body scissors. The referee tells me several times to let go of you. I squeeze for a few seconds. The damage is caused. Then I decide to let you go. I stand up and scream in the referee's face. "What do you want? Do you disqualify me, you stupid loser? If you disqualify me, I'll fire you and make you go back to refereeing the chicken fight in Uncle Tobia's backyard." Finally I turn towards you "And you get up if you don't want to give up". Your endurance is starting to make me nervous

05:31 JobberifficTiff: The fans booing louder as the ref continues his count, my body flailing and shuddering as you keep the hold locked in, squeezing me with your arms and legs, before finally releasing me, rolling off of you and to the mat with a low long moan. I rub my neck, panting and gasping as you stand up, screaming in the referees face, threatening to fire him, the color draining from his face as he backs off and you turn your attention back to me. I try to roll over having taken a few deep breaths, my suit now soaked with sweat, partially see through at the moment as you yell at me to get up, trying to do just that as I grunt, pushing up to my feet, swaying slightly, but doing my best to look you dead in the eyes and raise my arms preparing to continue the match.

10:11 KC_Lauren: I'm waiting for you. You slowly stand up. I smile, you look really tired and sore. I want to win this match and I don't care what I have to do and what consequences there will be. You raise your hands to protect your face, but I take a step towards you and try a kick to your abdomen to make you lean forward. Then I grab your hair and pull your head to put it between my thighs. Finally I hug you to try to lift you upright, with your head down and legs in the air. Finally, if I can, I'll drop to a sitting position to slam your head into the ground with a quick piledriver. https://64.media.tumblr.com/19747b9c2af5ba34a8c87c7f0f288855/tumblr_pccq7hBmQQ1qkmus5o3_400.gifv

19:06 JobberifficTiff: I ready myself as I turn to face you, but you're already ready and waiting for me, the smirk across your face as you slam your boot into my midsection. I cough and gasp as I double over, wishing I hadn't raised my arms, your fingers in your my long blonde hair again, pulling me between your thighs again, this time it's my head, my hands pawing and slapping at your thighs, my backside jiggling as I struggle, your chest rubbing against my back as you lean over me and wrap your arms around my waist. Struggling and fighting, but the back stage attack and your brutality in the ring has me waning, legs kicking weakly as you lift my boots up off the mat, the fans booing as you hoist me upside down, displaying me before dropping to the mat. The ring thundering, drowning out my moan as my head spikes brutally into the mat.

10:00 KC_Lauren: I'll hit you with a quick piledriver. The ring trembles and part of the audience remains silent due to the brutality of the move. The other part instead rejoices, happy to see me inflicting pain on you. I roll onto the mat and stand up. I'm watching you, I could try a pin, but I'm having fun and I want to give further proof of my superiority, conditioned by your handicap start. I grab your hair again to lift you up, place your head between my legs again and hug you. My breasts push against your back. Then I drop back to replicate the quick piledriver

05:21 JobberifficTiff: I slump to the mat with a thud, the sound echoing through the silent arena, before the fans erupt at the brutality they just witnessed. My body splayed out on the mat, my leg twitching a bit as I moan on the mat, my backside still jiggling from the aftershock of your piledriver. You smile to the fans as they finally come around to your side of things, wanting to see more punishment and your smile grows as you reach down for my hair again. I moan softly as you dig your fingers into my locks, peeling me up off the mat, my body leaning against you, kneeling as I can't get my legs under me. You grunt as you muscle me up, pulling my head between your thighs again, your body rubbing against my back as you wrap your arms around me, you're the only thing holding me up as you rub against me and then lift me up a second time, arms hanging, legs split as you once again display me upside down in your clutches before you drop again.

05:21 JobberifficTiff: "Nnnnnggghhhhhhh" moaning as my head spikes hard into the canvas again, my entire body trembling, my vision going black for a moment as my body once again falls like a felled tree, the ring thundering as my body lands hard, spread eagle, barely moving.

07:31 KC_Lauren: Your head hits the mat once again. The ring trambles also this time. When I release you, you roll over and lay spread eagle on your back. I smell the scient of the victory. I move on four towards you, straddle you and finally I put my chest on your face to let the ref count the pin

07:31 KC_Lauren:

17:34 JobberifficTiff: I slump face up on the mat, my breasts heaving, head lulled to the side, arms and legs splayed out, eyes mostly closed and glassy, a small bit of saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth as I moan. The fans roaring even louder as you give them what they've been clamoring for. Some of the cheers turning to whistles as you seductively crawl on all fours over to me and then over me, barely able to make you out through my blurred vision as you smile down at me, though I see even less when your chest presses firmly against my face in a soft humiliating smother that once again elicits a wild cheer from the crowd as the referee slides in and starts the count. "ONE!"

17:37 KC_Lauren: I notice that you don't move and then I start to savor the taste of success. I can't wait to wear my federation belt around my waist. I love my power and with the title of OPCW champion it will be even more powerful. I press my tits into your face, while the referee counts TWO

23:22 JobberifficTiff: I am completely laid out on the mat, the brutal backstage beating and your own debilitating display. Your body rubbing against mine in a show of dominance as your breasts cover my face, smothering me as the whole arena cheers wildly. Moaning against your chest as you bask in the moment, savoring it as the referee raises his hand again, my body trembles but doesn't move, the fans on their feet as he slaps the mat again. "Three!" The crowd erupts as he finishes the count, turning and calling for the bell to make it official.

03:51 KC_Lauren: I hear the referee count three and I immediately explode into a scream of joy. I am finally OPCW Champion and have put an end to the reign of the one who would dim my star within my federation. I feared a tough, tiring, frustrating match. None of this, thanks to that mysterious character who attacked you backstage. I stand up, the referee hands me the belt. I lift it in the air while part of the audience howls boo. Then I put my foot on your chest, squeeze your breast. "You wanted to fly too high to my house! You messed up with the wrong person!"

04:44 JobberifficTiff: The Arena explodes into a cacophony of cheers and boos as the bell rings, breathing softly as you peel your breasts off my face and scream in excitement. I'm almost out cold on the mat as you take in this moment. The referee handing you the belt, you lift it high into the air, it gleams under the bright ring lights as you step on my chest, posing over my thoroughly beaten body, moaning softly as you taunt me, camera phones snapping pictures as you pose, everyone wanting to capture this moment with the new champion.

05:39 KC_Lauren: End?