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10:24 Phil_PT: The speakers start playing my entrance song. Reggae music makes the audience dance. I appear on stage wearing my black shorts, ankle sneakers. I am holding a glass with cuba libre. I smile. I offer the glass to a beautiful girl in the audience and then start walking towards the ring. "And her opponent, standing 178cm and 85kg, he's the Beachman Phil PT". I walk towards the ring and then grab onto the second rope, pull myself onto the ring apron and finally step between the second and third ropes. I smile and do a flex to show you my muscles, thgen i put my hands to my wait to make the sign of the belt

10:24 Phil_PT:

10:31 Felicia_Starling: My own music cuts in over yours once you make it to the ring, also seeming to hold a very Caribbean beat as I'm introduced, "And introducing, the OPCW European Champion... standing at five foot nine inches... weighing in at one hundred forty-five pounds... Felicia Starling!" I step out from the back and onto the entry stage wearing super tight cutoff jean shorts and most of a t-shirt, tightly wrapped around my chest. I hold up the Euro title belt as I walk down the aisle and then hand it off to the announcer before entering the ring and settling back into my corner. I flash a grin to the crowd, followed by a wave, and then turn my attention to focus back on the ring.

10:31 Felicia_Starling:

10:36 Phil_PT: I watch you come in with your European champion belt. I smile as I get closer to you. "Before coming here I went to a Gucci store to buy a new belt, but then I thought that the European champion's belt is more suited to my style. So I came to get it." I wink and stand in front of you waiting for the bell

10:39 Felicia_Starling: I give a little bit of a laugh as I look you up and down in the center of the ring. Then I step out to meet you as the bell rings to start us off. "You don't need a belt sugar, but you might need an ice pack in a little while." As the sound of the bell fades out, I increase the speed of my steps towards you, turning it into a dash as I jump up and just try to crash into you with a full body press, aimed at knocking you to the canvas.

10:52 Phil_PT: I didn't expect this type of attack from the first seconds. I was preparing for a classic lockup, but when you jump towards me and your chest slams into mine, I fall backwards and end up on the ground, on my back, under you.

10:55 Felicia_Starling: I let out a "Whoop!" as the surprise charge works, knocking you to the canvas underneath me and my knees hit the mat on either side of you. I reach down quickly as I try to grab a hold of your head and lift it, and your upper body, enough that I can lean back and wrap my long legs around your waist to try to start squeezing.

10:58 Phil_PT: Your legs immediately bind to my hips and I feel the strong grip that hurts me a lot. I immediately put my hands on your thighs and try to push them down so as not to risk starting the match with a high handicap

11:04 Felicia_Starling: I settle back onto my butt betwen your legs, my own legs wrapped around your waist as I feel your hands starting to push at my thighs, moving the pressure from waist to hips. My hands are free though, even if yours aren't and I reach up with them to grab your head, trying to pull it forward, attempting to throw my other arm over it into a front facelock.

11:10 Felicia_Starling:

11:16 Phil_PT: Your legs crush my body while your arms strangle me. I feel my neck bend from the effect of your biceps. Your tits press into my shoulder and my face. I groan. I didn't expect to be so distressed after a few minutes. I try to hit you in the side with a series of punches, determined to force you to let go

11:19 Felicia_Starling: I hold on, squeezing tightly as I can with the somewhat surprising, even to myself, advantage and I start to think it's just going to be this eas when your fist starts to slam into the side of my ribs. The first one hurts, then a few more and I can't let you just keep doing that. I'm forced to release the headlock and drop my arms down to protect my sides from the blows before I also release the scissors and try to roll backwards away from the flury.

11:25 Phil_PT: You let go of my head and I take a deep breath. Then finally loosen the scissor too. I push your thighs and roll to the side of the ring. I step under the bottom rope and run out of the ring. I touch my side with one hand and my head with the other. I walk towards the exit of the arena "This woman is completely crazy" I blurt out

11:28 Felicia_Starling: I roll back and push up to my feet, wincing a little bit as I touch my ribs, but I've had worse. I look around and see you up in the aisle and I shake my head, "You think I'm crazy now sugar?" Then I duck through the ropes myself and dash after you, "Get back here and take the beating you deserve!" Trying to catch p with you and reaching for your hair.

11:32 Phil_PT: Mine is obviously a feint and my intent was to take you out of the ring to surprise you. Goal achieved. Out of the corner of my eye I notice you coming towards me and when you're close enough, with the intent of grabbing my hair, I sprint towards you to try to hit you with a spear style shoulder thrust to the stomach

11:36 Felicia_Starling: My hand reaches for your head and just misses as you duck and turn around, plowing forward with a shoulder into my belly that doubles me over and my arms windmill as I'm propelled backwards, crashing me back into the barricades along the aisle.

11:40 Phil_PT: I'll hit you and make you hit the barricade. Now is my time. I stand upright and move closer to you. I try to stun you with two right uppercuts to your stomach "Did you like the joke?"

11:47 Felicia_Starling: I shake my head and reach for the barricade, using it to pull myself back up to my feet as you rise as well and I feel a pair of hard punches slamming into my belly, "OOOPH!" I bend at the waist, head down, hands trying to cover up after the double punches and I stumble back against the steel fencing again.

11:49 Phil_PT: My blows are powerful, I realize this by seeing your reaction. You bend over and cover your body. But I don't want to stop and I grab you by the hair to drag you towards the ring. Then I try to slam your face into the edge of the ring apron

11:51 Felicia_Starling: I'm leaning forward when I feel fingers in my hair, yanking off of the barricade to stumble along after you. As we approach the ring, I start to get a little bit of my breath back and my hands come up, grabbing hold of your wrists to try to pull them out of my hair, but as soon as my body straightens up, the yank forward comes again, driving me face, mostly forehead, first against the ring apron, wobbling my knees with the impact.

11:53 Phil_PT: Your face bounces off the ring apron. "You're crazy... otherwise you wouldn't have agreed to fight me" I scream in your face. Then I grab your short and try to push you to roll under the bottom rope of the ring, to bring the fight back inside. If I can push you, I'll follow you in and stand on my feet

11:56 Felicia_Starling: I'm dazed by the faceplant to the ring apron and then I feel my too short shorts wedging up between my legs as I'm lifted by them and shoved, rolling under the ropes and back into the ring. I shake my head as I stop rolling, and start to try to push myself up to my hands and knees to get up.

11:57 Phil_PT: I see you try to stand up and then I decide to "help" you. I grab your wrist and pull you to your feet. But then I try to throw you into the corner with an Irish whip

11:59 Felicia_Starling: Once I'm at my hands and knees, I start to raise up when I'm given that little bit of assistance by you, and then flung towards the corner. As I race towards it, I turn, not going in face first, but the impact of the turnbuckles against my back stops me fast and my arms fling back over the top ropes to hold me up.

12:02 Phil_PT: I smile, I know I have you in my grasp. My blows have put you in trouble. I walk up to you and then raise a hand to hit you with a chop to the chest. But then I stop. I grab your top and try to rip it off, so that your tits are exposed. My chop like this can be more painful. I'll throw your top off and then try to hit you with my chop right in the chest

12:05 Felicia_Starling: I see you coming and I take a deep breath, trying to get my senses back when your hand reaches out and snatches my t-shirt top, easily just tearing it away from my body, leaving me topless. I gasp, then hear the crowd gasp as well, right before the SMACK of your chop hits me right across the now naked boobs. "AAAUGH!" my body is propelled back into the corner and my hands come up to try to cover up.

12:05 Felicia_Starling:

10:32 Phil_PT: I chop you in the chest and your breasts dance before my eyes. “Oh this is such a good show.” I take a step back and then I try to throw myself with all my strength into you to slam you into the corner with a clothesline to the chest

10:36 Felicia_Starling: I gasp from the hard chop and feel my knees wobble a little bit. My hands reach to catch my fall as you back up out of the corner, then you are suddenly coming right back in, leaping up and then crashing hard, chest to chest and driving me against the turnbuckles, knocking most of the air out of my lungs with the splash.

10:45 Phil_PT: The audience highlights my moves with applause, especially the male audience loves to see your semi-naked body. I'll hit you chest to chest again and crush you in the corner. I want to continue. I grab your shorts and try to lower them to your feet, then, when I'm bent over, I want to grab your ankles to pull them and make you fall with your chest on the ground. I prepare to launch you towards the center of the ring, with your feet under your armpits and my knees positioned under your thighs. If I can, after undressing you, I'll try my rocket launcher

10:52 Phil_PT: 

10:54 Felicia_Starling: My chest crushed between your body and the corner, I gasp with my breasts heaving as you step back and grab the sides of my shorts to yank them down past my ankles. My eyes widen in surprise and then my feet are yanked out of my when you jerk the shorts away. I drop down, falling to my back before my legs are pulled up and I yell out as I'm rocketed up and fly into the center of the ring to crash into a sprawl on the mat.

10:54 Felicia_Starling:

11:01 Phil_PT: You fly to the center of the ring and I immediately stand up with a flip and watch you.

11:01 Phil_PT: 

11:01 Phil_PT: You are naked and in difficulty after my last blows. The audience howls, excited to see you like this, without clothes. I taunt and move my pelvis mimicking a sexual act. I am very confident. But now I want to finish you. I walk up to you and grab your hair to try to get you back on your feet and try my finishing move, the package piledriver

11:05 Felicia_Starling: Stripped down, I'm sprawled out in the center of the ring when I feel your fingers in my hair, yanking me up to my feet and bending me down and forward in front of you. I can feel my bare breasts swaying under me and hear the crowd hooting and cheering as my ass is on display. As you pull my head towards you to start to straddle it, I shove forward, trying to lift my head enough that instead of it going between your legs, I slam my forehead into your crotch with an attempted headbutt to the balls.

11:08 Phil_PT: Your head snaps up and the back of your head hits my balls, crushing them against my pelvis. I let out a groan and my muscles paralyze. I put my hands on my groin and cross my knees. The eyes almost pop out of their sockets "Oh bitch! It's not fair!" I whisper in a small voice full of pain

11:13 Felicia_Starling: "Fair? What's that?" And I feel the anger building, replacing the weariness from the early beating as I'm fighting out of spite now. I stand the rest of the way up, seeing you bent over and holding your groin. Taking a page out of your book, I try to grab a handful of your hair to yank your head down right towards my rising knee.

11:13 Felicia_Starling: 

11:15 Phil_PT: I'm bent over, focused only on the pain in my testicles. I feel my head being grabbed. Then immediately afterwards I get a knee to the face that stuns me and makes me fall back to the ground. I remain on the ground in a fetal position, with my hands in my groin and my head resting on the mat

11:24 Felicia_Starling: I back up, running backwards a few steps to hit the ropes and get some momentum to come back and, with a scream of rage, jump up and extend a leg out in front of me as I fall, trying to slam the back of my knee across your head and bounce it off of the canvas.

11:24 Felicia_Starling: https://shorturl.at/okbEr

11:28 Phil_PT: I'm on the ground stunned and your leg, falling, crushes my head on the mat. I see stars, I can't move. I thought I had control of the match, but in a few seconds everything changed

11:32 Felicia_Starling: I pop back up with adrenaline pumping high, I'm trying not to think about the fact that I'm not wearing anything at all in the ring now. My mind is focused on the rage and I come up behind you, grabbing a handful of hair to try to yank you up to a sitting position in front of me and I reach over to try to bend your head back under my arm, pressing my chest against your back and attempting to lock in a dragon sleeper.

11:32 Felicia_Starling: https://shorturl.at/gO1ym

11:36 Phil_PT: I'm on the ground, I'm not moving. Stunned by blows to the head. You grab my head and lift it. Then you start strangling me, while your big breasts are squeezed on my shoulder. Suddenly I start swinging my arms, without apparent sense, as if I wanted to grab something that isn't there. But it's just the effect of the lack of oxygen and my desperation

11:40 Felicia_Starling: I can see your arms flailing through my red tinged vision and I bring my legs up and around to wrap around your waist and try to add a body scissors to the hold to double the pressure. "How fuckin' DARE you!" I scream out into your ear, trying to arch your back and bend your neck into almost a C shape.

11:40 Felicia_Starling: https://makeagif.com/i/RZlwOS

11:44 Phil_PT: Your arm pulls my head back, crushes my neck and prevents me from breathing. I feel the pressure of your big, very hard breasts between my shoulder blades. It would be a very exciting condition in another situation. But despite the pain the position gives me an erection. Your thighs squeeze my ribs and compress my organs, making me feel terrible pangs. Your feet are crossed right in front of my crotch. This grip is very painful, I struggle to think of solutions to free myself. I'm in cold sweat and in pain

11:52 Felicia_Starling: I try to hold onto the hold, pressing my naked body to your back as my legs keep squeezing and I lean back, falling towards my back with my body extending to try to add more to the bend and stretch your spine over my hips. My arm stays around your neck, now pulling as much as it is putting pressure on the arteries and throat. I can feel your body's reaction against my feet and I shake my head a little bit, "You are getting off on this! Well, let's give you more then!" And with my thighs crushing your sides, I try to move my feet to try to squeeze your package between them too. "You are going nowhere now!"

11:55 Phil_PT: You have me in a hellish grip. I can't resist anymore and when even your feet crush my private parts, already sore, I move my hands and whisper in an almost incomprehensible way "Enough is enough, I give up"

11:58 Felicia_Starling: I hear you giving in but I don't immediately release, I shake your head and body back and forth for a moment until the referee starts to pull me off of you and then I roll, tossing you to the side. THE WINNER, AND STILL THE OPCW EUROPEAN CHAMPION... FELICIA STARLING!!! I get up to my feet and immediately start to wobble on my feet as the adrenaline starts to drain away and exhaustion returns. I grab the belt and wrap it around my waist to try to cover myself up and stumble out of the ring and move to the back.

12:02 Phil_PT: When you leave me my body collapses lifelessly on the mat. I stand with my arms and legs open in the middle of the ring, almost fainting. I can't move a single muscle. Your hold has sucked all the energy out of me