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Amazing_Andrea:

Amazing_Andrea:

Amazing_Andrea: I make my way down the aisle, wearing my sexy pink and silver two piece attire, with matching boos and kneepads. I walk up the ring steps and walk across the apron, posing on the outside before ducking under the top rope and into the ring. I move to the far side of the ring and face the ramp, awaiting my opponent.

Goddess_Faith: Steps out through the curtain after she gets the call... AND MAKING HER OPCW DEBUT, THE ONE TRUE CANADIAN WRESTLING GODDESS, AT 5'8" 135LBS...FAITH! Her most appropriate music playing for her entrance, a tribute to the past, and a symbol for the future...

Goddess_Faith:

Goddess_Faith: She takes her time making her way to the ring for this erotic pro mature battle of the SEXYS! Her tanned and toned form barely contained in her hot red bikini and mid-calf wrestling boots. She enters the ring and stretches in her designated corner, opposite the established (in CF) talent. Fluffing her long blonde mane loosely behind her shoulders as the ref pats her down UBER-close and finds nothing out of the ordinary present. Her eyes fixed on yours, eager for that bell to ring and for YOUR wrestling lesson to begin.

Amazing_Andrea: As soon as the bell rings, I come out of my corner and make my way immediately to the middle of the ring. You've got a cocky smirk on your face and I'd like nothing better than to wipe it off. But one step at a time, as I raise my arms and attempt to lock up with you in the middle of the ring, aware that with my weight advantage you might try to get out of it.

Goddess_Faith: Takes a slow deep breath as the bell sounds and you are already on the move. She's giving up some size/power, but this is by far not the first time she's encountered that situation. Circling out to her left, she sees you stepping right up to the middle with your guard raised, daring her to lock-up. The choices here are obvious, but she needs those prelim butterflies to get zapped away, so she steps forward cautiously and then lunges in with her left hand reaching for your neck, her right for your left bicep. Wanting to meet you on your own terms and get that first struggle for positional control underway. She pushes into you a token amount, knowing going full force would be foolish. I'm ready for you, sweetie...looking forward to beating your bigger ass i my OPCW debut!

Amazing_Andrea: I grin as you accept the lockup and our bodies press together. I push back, providing equal pressure, letting our bodies get acquainted and our chests press together a bit. "Well, you might want to rethink that plan," I reply with a grin as I start to press forward, wanting to show my strength and dominate you a little bit.

Goddess_Faith: Knew what she was doing, knew what she was getting into. She knew that you'd expect her to try something else...and she needed to try to do what you wouldn't anticipate, in order to stay ahead. Feeling you press into her, she gives a token resistance, feigning some panic as you force her on the backfoot. After a few steps, she opts to try something unexpected once again. She tries to give your left arm a sudden tug with her right hand, wanting to once again put you off your game, hoping to use this momentary unexpected gesture to try and pull away and out to your side, her left hand/arm intending to try and push beyond and around your head/neck to see if she can use your own momentum against you and ensnare you in a surprise side headlock.

Amazing_Andrea: I feel the momentum as you start backing down and I aim to push you against the ropes for a bit of work. Suddenly, you pull me forward out of the lockup, bending me over just enough to make me vulnerable. You wrap your arms around my head and pull me in, my face mashed into the side of your breast. I try to pull away but you've got me securely for the moment, so I go with it, waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Goddess_Faith: Sighs with quick relief that she was able to pull this off and get you off your game. Shivering at the feel of your warm breath against her generous sideboob, she immediately recognizes that having you still on your feet is not going to end well for her. She takes a step forward, trying to work with your remaining forward momentum to keep the pace of the match up some, before trying to snap her hip into your body and twist to see if she can use what leverage and momentum remain to hiptoss you down to the canvas...intending to ride down with you to maintain the headlock and the pressure.

Amazing_Andrea: I start to wrap my arms around your waist, knowing that I can get out of this by being aggressive. I'm just about to start trying to lift you up for the backdrop when you roll and slam me down instead. I grunt as you come down on top of me, still squeezing my head.

Goddess_Faith: Gasps some as she feels you start to power under her, but she is able to get you off-balanced once more and down onto the mat under her. Her body pressing against your upper chest as she reaches for her own left wrist to crank on the pressure against your head/neck. Her boots pressing against the mat for added leverage as she tries to work the hold to wear the bigger gurl down. Grunting with effort.

Amazing_Andrea: You continue to add pressure on the headlock and I need to do something about it, now. I grab for the back of your blonde hair, trying to yank you back and off of me, trying to make you release the hold!

Goddess_Faith: Grinds the hold as sweat starts to form on both our bodies. Working you on the mat, she suddenly feels you rip at her long golden mane, arching her back over your chest, her head and neck wrenched at an awkward angle. Her grip loosening only slightly for a few moments as she cries out in shock and agony. HAIR REF! Get this bitch off of my hair!!! She cries out desperately, feeling the power in your grip as her scalp already starts to burn. Gritting her teeth as she tries to reaffirm her hold in your head/neck, struggling to maintain her position of control.

Amazing_Andrea: The ref comes over and yells at me to get my hands out of your hair but that just makes me yank harder, trying to make it uncomfortable for you to maintain this position! She starts counting but I give yet another hard tug at 2! " Get off!" I miss, trying to roll and shove.

Goddess_Faith: Continues to struggle as you show a heel side early...or perhaps just desperation? Her head jerked back harder at the ref's count of 2, causing her to yelp and groan as she is forced to release your head, and her body slides off of yours to her side. Her hands grabbing at your wrist, desperately trying to get free of your vice grip on her mane. Moving to try and get her knees under her on the mat. The ref's count continuing, with a warning.

Amazing_Andrea: Once you roll off of me, I release my grip on your hair and roll with you, also trying to get quickly to my knees. I shove you away and try to get a little distance as I go.

Goddess_Faith: Groans as you finally release her hair, releasing your wrist in the process as she tends to her sore head. Your forceful shove knocking her on her firm ass as she watches you scurry away. Wincing as the ref checks on her for a moment before admonishing you further. Taking a slow deep breath, she rolls to try and get back to her knees and make the effort to get back up to her feet.

Amazing_Andrea: I take a moment to rotate my neck to release some of the tension that the extended headlock created, then turn to you. You're just getting up as well, so as soon as you turn to face me I aim a hard kick at your midsection, trying to stun you, maybe even double you over.

Goddess_Faith: Gets to her feet, brushing her hair back out of her face and behind her shoulders as she turns to see where you ended up. TOTALLY not expecting you to be right there waiting as you snap your boot into her half-tensed lower abdomen. The boot hitting almost questionably low as she is rocked up off her feet from the force, her knees buckling as she doubles forward sharply. Coughing and gasping as she fights to stay on her feet, stumbling back away from you to get some distance.

Amazing_Andrea: You stumble back a step, so I have to pursue, moving with you to grab you before you can stand up straight. I hold onto the back of your head and keep you bent over for a moment. I start to turn us both around, holding your chin as we end up back to back, your head on my shoulder. Finally I attempt to drop and execute a neckbreaker, even though I know it's going to hurt me a little too.

Goddess_Faith: Groans as she is unable to back up very far before you are right on her to press your new advantage. Squirming in your grip as you grab her head more cleanly here, the ref watching on as you bend her up and back and then snap her neck down over your powerful shoulder. The stunning and jarring impact causes her to writhe on the mat in agony. Her arms coming up around her head and neck as she rolls to her left side. Her boots drumming the mat in clear pain.

Amazing_Andrea: I wince as well from the impact of your head on my shoulder, but I try to shake it off, considering that move gives me a real advantage in the early going here. I roll to all fours and stand up, seeing you lying there in pain. I try to add to that pain with a few kicks and stomps to your belly, wanting to start wearing you down.

Goddess_Faith: Is primarily focused on her head and neck, and the jolt of pain that shot down her spine. Stunned and hurting, her guard raised around her head, leaving her toned abs wide open as you proceed to inflict more pain and punishment to keep her down and hurting. Her body jerking with each savage stomp and kick to soften up her once proud firm abdomen before she finally tries to roll away from you. Desperate to catch a breather, she tries to roll out onto the ring apron, praying the referee will give her a breather, should you try to continue your assault.

Amazing_Andrea: I land a few really good kicks to your belly and then you roll away under the ropes so the referee steps in between us. I ignore her and turn to the audience, posing and playfully flexing. There's a mix of cheers and boos, as both sexy blondes have their fans in the crowd. This will give you the breather that you want, but I do turn my focus back to you after that brief exchange.

Goddess_Faith: Coughs and groans on the apron, her neck still throbbing and her abs as red as her bikini in spots. She hears you playing to the crowd and grumbles as you go for a more psychological assault while she suffers. She finally opts to roll back just inside the ring. Fighting to press up to all 4s to try and get back up once again.

Amazing_Andrea: I meet you there as you start to get up, holding your arm as I very graciously help you to your feet. But of course I have an ulterior motive as I attempt to whip you across the ring, wanting to make you bounce of and come running back at me.

Goddess_Faith: Gasps as you are once again right on her and "help"ing her up to her feet, once again doing so cleanly. Womanhandling her to her feet and whipping her into the far ropes. She tries to hook an arm or leg around a rope on the far side to try and absorb the momentum, but the force of the whip was too much and she ends up careening back towards you. Her perfect pair jiggling in her top as she desperately tries to bring an arm up and out to see if she can make contact on the return; fully realizing you have your own plans in mind here.

Amazing_Andrea: I see your arm come up. Apparently great minds think alike, because I was going to go for a very similar clothesline myself. I have to strategize on the fly, so I duck the clothesline and run to the opposite ropes. Bouncing off, I run back at you and quickly try to zero in. I'm hoping you continue to bounce off the ropes, but if not I have an idea...

Goddess_Faith: is able to absorb the remaining momentum this time and turns to see where you scurried off to. The lack of physical abuse allowing her to recover some and regain her composure, her one hand gripping the top rope firmly, just in case...now that she knows how quick and sneaky you can be for a bigger bitch.

Amazing_Andrea: I see you grab the ropes and stop your momentum, so that means plan B. I continue to rush at you, not as fast as I had originally hoped, but maybe faster than you expect? I raise my left arm and attempt to slam it into your chest, high enough that if I hit it JUST right, the momentum will flip you over the top rope and dump you to the floor.

Goddess_Faith: is a renowned expert at the bullfighter routine in the ring. Seeing you coming at her, as she anticipated, your arm loaded, she lets herself drop down towards the mat, pulling the top strand down with her to low bridge and hopefully allow you to hit and have your own remaining momentum potentially send you up and over and out to the thinly matted concrete floor outside.

Amazing_Andrea: The matador routine works like a charm as I miss the clothesline cleanly. I hit the ropes, only for the top rope not to be there to absorb my momentum, and I go ass over teakettle, hitting the concrete floor with a loud groan as my wind escapes me. I hold my ribs, which seem to have taken the brunt of the impact.

Goddess_Faith: Finally catches a break as you get a bit overconfident/overzealous, or perhaps underestimate what she might have left in the tank. Releasing the rope after hearing your body hit the matting outside, she wastes little time rolling out after you. Gazing down at you as she is now the one standing high above, with boots at the ready. With your guard lowered, she snaps a cruel stomp towards your head...hoping to catch your temple and possibly bounce your head off the floor to stun you.

Amazing_Andrea: The kick comes in just as I look up at you, so basically you kick me right in the face. It does stun me, and puts me back down on the padded floor, more or less on my back. But I roll toward the barricade, this arena using the padded concrete rather than the metal railings. I reach up trying to put my hand on one to help steady me so I can get up.

Goddess_Faith: Watches you struggle and suffer from her attack and the crotch of her bikini bottoms exhibits a hint of how she feels about that sight/thought. The ref no longer nagging us to get back in, but instead starting to lay on the 10 count. Licking her lips as you struggle to grab at the barricade to try and get back up, and she moves around behind you to try and keep the pressure on. Bending to grab at your left ankle, she tries to lift your heavy leg up and then drop to her own knees behind you, hoping to drive your own bent knee down hard into the thinly padded concrete floor .

Amazing_Andrea: I'm starting to pull myself up, but you grab my ankle and keep me face down on the padded floor. You lift my leg straight up and then slam it down, my knee bouncing off the floor. I howl in pain, rolling onto my side, using my good leg to try to shuffle away from you. The crowd is yelling at you now for the slightly heelish tactic, but the referee just continues her count, now at 5.

Goddess_Faith: Purrs, watching you suffer, ignoring the fans who didn't choose to question your hairpulling earlier. Hearing the ref's count as you scurry away like a wounded animal, she opts to retreat back to the ring, sliding up onto the apron and rolling in under the bottom rope. Watching the ref continuing her count and looking out at you to see if you can make it back in or need her to roll out to break the count.

Amazing_Andrea: You roll into the ring as the referee reaches 7, and while you're doing that, I reach up and use the barricade to get unsteadily back to my feet. I glare at you as the referee counts 8. My right knee is tender from the slam into the floor, but I get to the stairs just as she shouts 9... And finally I pull myself through the ropes and unceremoniously flop into the ring. The ref makes eye contact with me but doesn't finish the count as I sort of fall into the corner, sitting on the mat with my back against the ropes.

Goddess_Faith: Pulls herself to her feet, with the aid of the ropes as you finally deign to rejoin us in the ring. That left knee of yours looking like a delicious target, but one she knows it would be unwise to focus upon right away. She pushes past the presumptive referee to get at you in the corner, rushing in the last few feet and trying to twist to smash her hip/firm ass into your face! Hoping to once again stun you and weaken that head/neck, all the while keeping you on the defensive and trapped/hurting in the corner.

Amazing_Andrea: I'm sitting on the mat, flexing and bending my knee to try to recover as you start coming toward me. The referee standing in your way is probably about the only thing that saves me, as I see you push past her. She looks at you in surprise, about to yell at you for making contact, but decides to let it go. Meanwhile I throw myself into a role, trying to avoid getting my face smashed into the turnbuckle.

Goddess_Faith: Gets delayed by the referee just long enough to give you time to see her coming and roll out of the way, her ass hitting the middle turnbuckle as the top catches her between the shoulder blades and she groans. Slightly winded, her hands immediately grabbing for the top rope on either side, wincing as she glares daggers in your direction. Her perfect pair jiggling from the impact and heaving as she catches the lost breath from the blunt impact of landing against the empty ring corner.

Amazing_Andrea: You go crashing into the corner, and I roll away to one side. Using the middle rope I reach up and pull myself to my feet, my knee feeling a little bit better. I give a little smile as you glare at me from the corner shrugging playfully before starting to walk towards you again.

Goddess_Faith: Arches her back painfully, overplaying the impact of her landing in the corner somewhat as you start to move in on her to try and regain control of her and the match. She presses her boot against the bottom turnbuckle as you approach, using it to throw her body at yours, lunging into you. Her left hand grabbing for your hair, her right for your left breast as she tries to change tactics completely. Trying to pull you into an aggressive kiss on the lips, her other hand fondling your breast, her thumb seeking to roll your tented nipple outline through the fabric of your sweat soaked spandex top.

Amazing_Andrea: You push aggressively into me and surprise me a little with the kiss, but I reciprocate enthusiastically. My right hand comes up to squeeze and fondle your breast. The crowd definitely enjoys the action, whooping and yelling.

Goddess_Faith: moans as you return the kiss and go to match her groping grip. She uses her grip on your hair to guide you back against the ropes as her right knee/thigh starts to slide and grind up between yours. Her right hand trying to gently coax your nipple out of the top. The ref watching on, uncertain whether to admonish using the ropes in this manner.

Amazing_Andrea: I grown softly as your knee and thigh start to grind against my spandex bottoms, making my hips move along with your rhythm. The spandex moves aside as you pull on one of the cups of the spandex top, but you can tell that it will snap back if you're not holding it there. Meanwhile I'm working on your bikini top in the same way, trying to free your left breast to expose it to the audience.

Goddess_Faith: Purrs, gently breaking from the kiss to catch a breath as she feels your hips react to her grinding thigh. Mmm, the fans sure are loving this, aren't they? She coos, before bowing her head as your breast is exposed, her tongue eagerly reaching out to greet that nipple as her left hand keeps your head pulled upright, if a lil back, by your hair and her right holds your stubborn top aside. Her own top is of a weaker material and pulls away with ease. Her proud firm 36D breast sliding out from its cup. Her knee and thigh intensifying the grind as she works to build a beautiful rhythm with your responsive hips.

Amazing_Andrea: I tease an play with your exposed nipple as you start licking mine. I playfully pull you closer, grinding my hips into your leg. I let out a soft moan as my body seems to really respond to your touch.

Goddess_Faith: Moans as you play with her own nipple and breast and really start to ride her knee and thigh more firmly. Her right hand working to try and stretch and perhaps tear at the fabric of your top some to loosen the elasticity. Her tongue luring your nipple between her lips, her teeth lightly brushing over the tip before she sucks gently upon it.

Amazing_Andrea: I continue to react to your mouth and your thigh, smiling as you lean in. And this is what I was hoping for, as I release the nipple and grab the back of your head with both hands, trying to pull your face in between my big 44DD girls, wanting to squeeze your face in my cleavage!

Goddess_Faith: Purrs, feeling your body react, that feeling of control over you, knowing it could be only a matter of time...until... You suddenly change tactics somewhat and work to draw her into your extreme cleavage in a breast smother. The ref still unsure whether to admonish any of this hairpulling as she squirms in your grip. Her access to air getting forcibly cut off as she desperately continues to grind against your clearly aroused kitty with her thigh. Her own left hand trying to pull at your hair to see if she can raise your guard some and potentially free her face from the deep valley.

Amazing_Andrea: I keep my hands planted against the back of your head, not using the hair at all if I can help it. In fact I start to wrap my arms around your head, hoping to use my upper body strength to my advantage. You start yanking on my hair and I hiss in pain but I take it for the moment because I think I can really do something here.

Goddess_Faith: Feels you intensify your hold around her head to work the smother. The crowd even looking confused as to whether to boo you or not. Her panic causes her thigh to stop grinding as her right hand releases your top in favour of throwing a hard hooking fist towards your lower left side. The ref now forcing her hand out of your hair as it becomes clear that the "wrestling" has resumed (and thus is likely to miss the closed fist).

Amazing_Andrea: You stop grinding your leg as the ref comes over to stop the hair pulling. I'm really trying to weaken you with the smother to soften you up for more punishment, but your punch into my ribs is enough to make me groan and start to double over to that side. I pull you out of my cleavage and shove you away as hard as I can, trying to launch you a few feet away at least.

Goddess_Faith: Groans, gasping desperately for air as her face starts to turn as red as her bikini. She is able to fight her way free, but, such is her weakened state, you power her away from you and she falls on her ass near the middle of the ring. Stunned and winded, she coughs and desperately tries to suck air back into her lungs. Slowly trying to move to get her knees under her, her half-exposed perfect pair heaving heavily upon her chest. The ref stepping back to watch us both as the "wrestling" has indeed continued after an erotic interlude.

Amazing_Andrea: I rub my side from the punch, but I see that you're down on the mat and in a pretty good position here, sucking wind and trying to recover. Without hesitation, I charge away from the ropes and try to catch you with a running knee to your head before you can react!

Goddess_Faith: Is once again in trouble as she is down, hurting, winded and weak and you come out hard and fast, drilling a running knee into her head that knocks her silly and down hard to the mat in a heap. Groaning, her left arm holding her head, the match having taken its toll as she lays there, stunned and hurt.

Amazing_Andrea: I stand over you and raise an arm, giving a yell to the crowd. There's a mix of cheers and boos still as both of us have our supporters. I reach down and pull you up off the mat, motioning to the crowd as I see how dazed you are. I attempt to pull you up and invert you, pulling your body to me upside down, my arms wrapped around your middle.

Amazing_Andrea:

Goddess_Faith: is broken, battered and breathless. The ref watching on with concern as the bigger badder bitch signals a finale gesture, not even bothering to call your potentially illegal effort to drag her body up off the mat and into your arms. Held on display upside down. Offering no resistance as you show off your dominance to the fans.

Amazing_Andrea: I take a turn, kind of showing you off a little bit to everyone including the cameras, before dropping into my Amazing Driver finishing maneuver, attempting to spike you into the mat.

Goddess_Faith: utters a barely audible groan as you finally drop her down, drilling her beautiful blonde head into the canvas with blunt force and impact. Her body jolting almost instinctively in your arms before going limp.

Amazing_Andrea: I lower you to the mat after driving you down, rolling off of you and going for the pin, hooking one leg and calling for the ref.

Goddess_Faith: is finished, broken, and pressed to the mat, you hook her limp long lethal left leg just for the purpose of making it seem like there's even the slightest hint of a chance of the pin being broken...the ref drops down concernedly and does a fast count while EMTs are making their way to ringside, just in case.

Amazing_Andrea: She counts the 3, and quickly gets up to call for the bell. I stand and let up immediately, as my music starts to play. I celebrate the victory briefly, but the overall atmosphere of concern reaches me quickly and I exit to allow any attention that's necessary.