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09:38 Paul_Job: I'm ready to attend the OPCW Summer Party. At the Beach Arena there isn't an empty seat in the stands and I'm called to face a debutant in official matches. I'm ready, when my music comes through the speakers I leave my locker room. People jump and dance to Sum 41's - Fatlip. I walk on the sand, wearing only a pair of black shorts. It's very hot. I get a small bottle of water from a fan and wet my long, loose hair. Then I pass my hands over my head and go to the ring. "From Italy, standing 173cm and 58kg, we welcome Paul Job". With a leap I climb onto the ring apron, clean my feet and then enter the ropes, ready to welcome you into the ring in my own way

09:38 Paul_Job:

09:47 Cherryy: Ariana Grande's 'No Tears Left To Cry' starts to fade in through the speakers, the sun shining down the on the ring as everyone begins to sweat. I hear my name announced and immediately free myself from the locker room and appear for the crowd, wearing a black thin-strapped swimsuit with the thong riding up my butt. I smirk, waving my hands in the air as the audience gets riled up. Everyone's eyes lighting up, watching me strut to the ring as I climb up the apron and step through the ropes to meet my opponent.

09:47 Cherryy:

09:49 Paul_Job: I am struck by your beauty as soon as I see you. But then when you enter the ring I can't help but open my mouth wide in front of your bottom. I have a moment of confusion, then I think that she is my opponent, not a girl to invite to dinner. I compose myself and focus on the match, but I am visibly excited and euphoric

09:55 Cherryy: I smirk, seeing yet another boy in the ring for me to take down. It was just mixed match, after mixed match. Seems every guy just wanted a piece of me, but they weren't getting it. Especially not Mr. Paul Job over here! I give my wrists a little massage, stepping towards the center of the ring as the rules are announced. The bell ready to ring, I reach in and extend my hand to invite you to shake before we begin. Things were going to get wild, FAST. I just wanted to be a good sport about it.

09:58 Paul_Job: I like your approach. You hold out your hand showing fair play. I accept it, but I'm not naive. I walk up to you and high five you, like I would a friend, but I don't risk shaking your hand. Better not to risk it, it's still a match without rules. Then I stand on my guard, raise my fists in front of my face and watch you

09:58 Paul_Job:

10:00 Cherryy: "Hahaahaa, okay!" I giggle as you reach in, but not to shake.. instead high fiving me. I take it, stepping back and raising my eyebrows. You were smarter than I thought, but still not smart enough! We stand slightly separated, giving ourselves a bit of space as I start to match you and raise my arms into the air. My guard put up, slightly bent at my knees and ready to grapple as I hear the bell finally chime to kick off the match!

10:06 Paul_Job: You also keep your distance from me, I observe you. I want to start off strong straight away and when I hear the sound of the bell I sprint forward. I try a leap to hit you with the sole of my right foot on the chin, performing a rapid bicycle kick

10:06 Paul_Job:

10:10 Cherryy: I was in and ready, watching you closely and preparing for a lock up but it was clear by the way you distanced that you weren't interested in any kind of grapple. Curious as to what was coming, you shoot yourself towards me and swing your legs up for a bicycle kick out of nowhere. I wasn't expecting that at all and before I could react, your foot slams right into my jaw and sends me crashing to the mats HARD.. "UUUGHH. " Arching on the ground, a little dazed...

10:12 Paul_Job: I hit you and you fall to the ground. The first point of the match is mine! I put my feet back on the ground and regain my balance. I'm watching you. I want to show you right away that I'm not here to play with you, but I'm serious. I begin to try a series of body stomps, aiming for your abdomen and chest

10:16 Cherryy: Before I can recover, you'd already made your way towards me and standing just next to my laid out body.. I shake my head, trying to get back up when you start to send a flurry of stomps down onto my mid-section, a few landing right onto my bare belly, the others crashing into my tits... My whole body dribbling against the canvas as I try and roll myself away and get towards the corners.. "AAH.. UUGH.. OUUGHH. "

10:19 Paul_Job: I hit you several times but you roll towards the corner of the ring and out of the focus of my stomps. But I'll follow you to the corner. I grab your top and pull it to make you stand up. “Come on, pull yourself up. We're just getting started!”

10:21 Cherryy: Your hands grip the top of my bikini, yanking it up try and force me to my feet. Gritting my teeth, trying to recover and thanks to you, I was able to get to my feet quicker than I had anticipated. As I stand at your command, I quickly try and throw my elbow back, aiming for your face to try and daze you..

10:24 Paul_Job: I pull your top to lift you up and when you hit me in the face I can't protect myself. Your elbow hits right above my nose, between my eyes. I stagger, surprised and stunned, towards the center of the ring

10:25 Cherryy: The momentum shifts, finally finding an opening after that extremely aggressive start from my opponent. I turn around, watching as you stumble back and see STARS. I lunge towards you, aiming a vicious kick up into your gut as I snap my leg up, looking to try and double you over for a stun.. "Grrr.. Take THIS!"

10:27 Paul_Job: You kick me in the stomach. I double over and gasp. For a second I put one knee on the ground, but then I immediately get up. I try to put my hands on your chest to push you and make you move away from me, while I need to catch my breath

10:29 Cherryy: My kick lands, bending you right over and letting the wind pour right out of you in a painful gasp. Your hands press up against my chest, shoving me back but I wasn't having it. As you try and recover, I take a chance and lunge back towards you. Reaching forward, I try and grab your head, then jump and land in a seated position with my legs wide open, trying to pull your head down and smash your face into the mat for my signature 'CHERRY BOMB'

10:29 Cherryy:

10:32 Paul_Job: I can only move you a few centimeters away from me. Then you grab my long hair and pull my head down, my face hits the ground. The stars I saw after your nudge have multiplied and now rotate rapidly around my head. I lie chest on the ground in the middle of the ring with my head between your spread legs

10:35 Cherryy: The loud thud of the ring was just music to my ears, sitting in front of you while you're laid out after that vicious face-plant. I reach forward, trying to catch your head in my hands and pull you in towards my already spread legs. "Mmm, aww.. Your face hurt? Let me fix that!" I quickly attempt to take advantage of your position, aiming to slide your head up between my thick thighs and shut them closed over your neck for a headscissors.

10:35 Cherryy:

10:41 Paul_Job: I feel your powerful thighs closing on the sides of my head. You push my face into your crotch. This position is as exciting as it is painful. My face is squashed into your crotch, only a layer of fabric separates my mouth from your pussy. But I moan in pain and so I have to do everything I can to get out of the hold. I try to put my feet on the ground and push on the mat, hoping to be able to push you towards the ropes

10:44 Cherryy: My legs wrap tightly around your throat, slowly crushing and making it hard for you to breathe anything than my warm thong against your face. It was a little early for a submission type attack, but I wanted to establish some dominance inside of this ring. You manage to get your feet up, pushing me towards the ropes and taking advantage of your weight over mine. "H-huh?!"

10:54 Paul_Job: I push you and, even if with difficulty, we reach the ropes. In a match without rules there are no disqualifications and therefore no rope breaks. I put my hand on the bottom rope while your thighs continue to squeeze my little dick. With my toe on the mat I try to push again, trying to get under the bottom rope and knock both of them off the apron, out of the ring

10:56 Cherryy: You keep sliding yourself across the ring, slowly getting towards the apron before finally letting your legs hang down and falling with all of your weight to break free out of my thighs.. I open up, crawling away and slowly picking myself up to my feet inside the ring. Resetting myself as I look around and walk towards the ropes to try and look out to find you..

11:01 Paul_Job: I get out of the ring, put my feet on the sand. You finally spread your legs and my head slides free. I'm red in the face, I put my hands around my neck and take a series of deep breaths. I stagger, try to walk away from the ring, I need a break

11:02 Paul_Job:

11:03 Cherryy: I peak out through the ropes, turning my head and watching you walk around the ring trying to avoid me. Needing a minute to regain some of that lost strength, but I wasn't one to waste time. I quickly drop down and slide beneath the bottom ropes to leave the ring. I land outside, running up towards you from behind and attempting to slam my elbow into your back..

11:07 Paul_Job: The crowd makes noise when you exit the ring. I'm walking away, but I hear your footsteps approaching. Before you can hit me with your elbow I rotate my torso and try a side kick to your abdomen to surprise you and make you bend

11:08 Cherryy: I come rushing towards, unaware of the noise I was making as you quickly react with a swift elbow, aimed right into my mid-section. "OOF.." I gasp out, eyes wide as you cut off my momentum entirely, stopping me in place as I bend over and reach to hold my gut in pain.. "Oouugh..."

11:13 Paul_Job: I can stop your attack. My kick makes you bend and I immediately try to take advantage of it. I wrap my arm around your neck and then drop backwards to slam your head into the ground with a DDT. The sand is definitely softer than the unprotected floor outside the ring in a usual arena, but I know that my move can still cause damage

11:15 Cherryy: Stunned from that elbow, I didn't have a lot of room for defense as I was doubled over at your mercy. You take my head quickly, pulling it to sit against your body while you suddenly drop down and let my face smash into the hard thin sand outside the ring. "OOOOGGHHF" I yelp, muffled by the floor..

11:19 Paul_Job: Your face hits the sand, I roll sideways and kneel. I'm furious now because I risked succumbing to one of your submission moves. I'm on my knees next to you, I grab your hair and try to push your face into the sand, I move my head to make your face crawl

11:21 Cherryy: Your hand grasps a handful of my long blonde main, gripping towards the scalp to take full control of my head as I panic. But I didn't even have enough time to let out a scream before you push my face back down into the sand, rubbing me all inside and letting it scratch and burn at my face. Humiliating me as my hands flail and my feet kick to drum into the sand. 'MRHHMPHHH... MPPRRHHHM" My yells getting muffled into the hot sand..

11:24 Paul_Job: After a few seconds I decide that this is enough, it's better to bring the match back inside the ring. I stand up, I don't let go of your hair, I try to pull you up with me. Then, if I succeed, I try to push you inside the ring, under the bottom rope

11:26 Cherryy: You finally let me out, but keep my hair inside your hand as you yank and tug me back up to my feet. Spitting up the excess sand in my mouth, some of it still stuck in my teeth and eyes as I stumble to my feet. Still in your total control while you push me over and toss my petite frame right through the bottom ropes and sending me rolling back into the ring. "Uugh.." I groan, trying to shake off some of that sand and recover..

11:39 Paul_Job: I climb onto the ring apron and then stand outside the ropes. I watch you roll inside, still out of breath and lying on the mat. I step through the ropes and into the ring. I grab your hair again and try to get you up on your feet for my next attack

11:49 Cherryy: Given just a few moments to recover as you head back into the ring, you reach for my hair yet again and start to tug to try and force me back up. It seemed like you were trying to set me up for another move, and at this rate, I wasn't sure I could handle it. Growling as I get to my knees, I wind my arm back then attempt to quickly but forcefully swing it up between your legs for a ball-crushing low-blow..

11:54 Cherryy:

11:55 Paul_Job: As I try to get up preparing my next move, you bring your arm between my legs and hit my balls. I feel my balls crushing and a pain runs through my entire body up to my throat. I remain paralyzed, my legs can't support me and I fall on my side, with my hands in my groin, hitting the mat with dead weight.

12:02 Cherryy: My uppercut lands, crushing your testicles as the sounds of moans were music to my ears. I slowly pull my arm out from between your thighs, letting you slowly tremble and collapse to the canvas. I get to my feet, looking down at you spasming on the canvas and giggling.. "Eeek.. Did I break one or something? Come on, GET UP!" I taunt, walking over to stand behind your head and stomping down over your long hair to press it down on to the canvas. I then quickly bend down to grab each of your arms and yank you up, trying to arch you and give a hair-pull you won't forget..

12:06 Cherryy:

12:08 Paul_Job: You put your feet on my hair and then pull my arms to make my back arch. I make a bridge, with my pelvis raised from the mat. I try to lift my foot to kick you in the chest, but the pain in my balls prevents me from doing so. I suffer

12:10 Cherryy: "You have such pretty hair! Hope I don't RIP any of it off!" I look out into the crowd as I pull, enjoying every second as they start to cheer my name. Taking the audience by storm as I demonstrate a dominant feat inside this ring. I finally release your arms, letting your back sling-shot into the canvas. I slowly come down on top of you, pouring my body across yours and laying over your chest with my arm sliding down towards your lower body. My arm sneaks behind your right leg, hooking it up from the back of your knee and leaving it in the air for the count to begin. "ONE!"

12:13 Paul_Job: You hit my balls, you almost pulled my hair out, but it takes more than that to beat me. You push me back by pulling my legs. I let the referee count TWO, then with a flick of my hips I raise an arm to interrupt the pin. I manage not to give up, despite the excruciating pain between my legs

12:18 Cherryy: I keep you on the mat for a little while longer, hearing "TWO!" and thinking it was over when something suddenly comes over you.. and you throw your arm up into the air to break the pin. "Aww.. what?!" Disappointed, but ready to apply another round of punishment to my cocky opponent. I peel myself from your body, slowly getting back up to my feet and trying to reset as I step back and let you stand.. "You want more? I'll give you more!"

12:20 Paul_Job: You move away from me, giving me some space and a few seconds to recover. First I get on my knees, I observe you, then I put my hands on the mat, which is filling with sand, and I slowly stand up. I don't take my eyes off you

12:24 Cherryy: I could see there was still some determination in your eyes.. You clearly weren't a pushover but just like any other guy, you had the same exact weaknesses. I wave my hands, taunting you to stand and slowly starting to circle around you like a shark in the water. "What's wrong? Your balls still hurt?" Mocking you with my pouty voice as I slowly inch closer and closer towards you. Once I'm close enough, I try and send a quick kick into your shin, trying to force you off-balance even more-so than before..

12:27 Paul_Job: I put myself in a defensive position. I'm in trouble and you exploited my weaknesses and lack of rules to hit me where it hurts the most. I raise my fists in guard, but you hit me in the leg. I snarl, cash in and limp backwards until my back hits the turnbuckle in the corner.

12:30 Cherryy: I send you stumbling all the way back with that devious little shin-kick. You crash back-first into the corner, laying against it like didn't have any energy left. I kick my feet, getting myself ready before dashing towards you with as much as speed as I could build. I'm coming right at you, shooting like a meteor and pretending to come in for a splash.. Instead I get close and drop my body down to the canvas. I fall to my belly and slide beneath the ring, landing down onto the sand just behind the corner you were at. I reach in and quickly grab your ankles from behind and yank, trying to sweep you onto your face inside that ring.

12:35 Paul_Job: Run towards me, a phone call move. I wait until the last moment because I think I'll move the moment you jump to hit me with a splash. But "WHAT?" you slide out of the ring "WHat the hell..." I think. An instant later, however, I feel grabbed by my ankles and when you pull my feet back I hit my face on the ground. I stand stunned in the ring, with my feet facing the corner

12:39 Cherryy: Your face crashes into the hard ring floor, your ankles locked inside the latches of my hands. "Hey Paul! You weren't planning on having any kids or anything right?" I smirk at the cameras, making the audience laugh as I humiliate before totally crushing your manhood with my next maneuver. I lift my foot up and press it against the post before yanking your ankles back towards that steel turnbuckle and attempting to land you testicles first into the pole for yet another BALL-BUSTING move. "HARDER? DO I PULL HARDER??" I yell as I slowly crush your nuts with that buckle, increasing the pressure of the pull by the second..

12:43 Cherryy: https://giphy.com/gifs/ringpostlowblow-eJWrwCVBQ690drqd3s

12:45 Paul_Job: I listen to your taunt and understand your intentions "No no nooo" I try to use my hands to slide onto the mat, but it's too late. You pull my legs and make me hit my balls against the iron pole. I scream in pain. Then I feel the pressure increase when you help yourself with your foot on the base of the pole. "HELP" I scream and slam my hands on the ground

12:48 Cherryy: "HELP! HELP!" I mock your agonized voice, laughing at your pain as I slowly tenderize what's left of those little sperm banks between your legs. I keep yanking back, tugging on your legs as hard as I can to make sure you really feel this. "Why don't you just tap out! Make it easy, and maybe you'll get to keep those little balls of yours!" Snickering to myself and enjoying every single second of your humiliation..

13:10 Paul_Job: You crush my balls against the iron pole and I scream in pain. You humiliate me and with your words further exacerbate my pain. I try to move my legs to try to make you lose your grip and free my legs. I try in every way to resist, but my strength is abandoning me

13:12 Cherryy: I keep hanging in there, my strength not enough to keep you inside this hold for much longer.. "Grrr... COME ON!" I yell, my teeth clenched together as I try and hold on for a little longer before your little bodily flails manage to force your ankles right out of my grip. "GAAH.. DAMN IT" I stomp into the sand, walking towards the apron and climbing up to enter the ring again as I slide through beneath the bottom rope..

13:20 Paul_Job: I'm in a panic, I clap my hands on the mat while I feel you are devastating my testicles with your sadistic and unfair move. While my hands are on the mat, I notice that sand has accumulated on the ring. I try to pick it up with my hands and, as a last ditch effort, I try to throw it back, hoping to get grains of sand in your eyes.

13:21 Cherryy: I re-enter the ring, ready to finally put you out of your misery after you so stubbornly decided to stay inside this match. I get to my feet and meet thousands of little sand grains shooting up at my face, hitting me right in the eyes and mouth. "AUGH?!" I shriek, hopping around and nearly tripping myself as I rub my hands over my face trying to un-blind myself. "AAAHHH WHATTHE FUCK?!" I yell out..

08:51 Paul_Job: You finally let go of my legs and my balls are no longer pressed against the iron post. But I remain still for a moment, I am unable to move immediately. Luckily you don't seem ready to attack me again, because the sand in your eyes had the effect I was hoping for. I put my hands on the mat and try to slide towards the center of the ring, but I struggle to move, I struggle with my hands between my legs. I roll on the ground, almost in tears from the pain

08:59 Cherryy: I was lucky enough that you were way too weak to take advantage me after that dirty sand tactic. Managing to finally shake it off and re-gain some of my sight, but my eyes and skin were still on fire. "Grrr.. I've had ENOUGH of YOU!" I answer with rage, stomping towards while you lay there, rolling around and writhing as any man would after what I did to your precious jewels. But this was going to be the cherry on top! I stand from behind you, reaching down between your legs and trying to grab a hold of your crotch from behind. Tugging to try and stand you up, using your own manhood to control you at my will.

09:01 Paul_Job: Once again you attack me on my private parts. You grab my crotch and force me to stand up. I can't resist, otherwise you'll hurt me too much. I stand up slowly, but when I'm about to stand upright I try to raise my arm to elbow you in the chin

09:06 Cherryy: I force you to your feet, getting you in position with my hands up between your legs and clawing your little berries. Your elbow goes flying back out of nowhere, knicking me in the chin and making my face snap but my grip was tight. It was no doubt the constant ball-busting had drained you of any lasting energy you had.. I grunt, trying to keep your balls in my hand before I attempt to hoist your body up into the air, arching myself back and throwing you over into a German Suplex behind me using your manhood. Looking to land a BALLS-PLEX!

09:07 Cherryy:

09:10 Paul_Job: I can't hit you with my elbow and you also show off great strength. He throws me backwards by my balls. My feet lift off the ground and then I hit my shoulders on the mat. I remain on the ground exhausted.

09:13 Cherryy: I fall to the canvas with you, but nowhere nearly as hard. I turn around, and get on all fours to crawl towards your aching body. Slowly crawling over top of you and straddling your face, trying to make sure both of my perfect round cheeks land over your face. Wiggling my butt over your nose, getting myself real comfortable while my hands run down your stomach and press. Letting the ref count. "ONE!"

09:13 Cherryy:

09:19 Paul_Job: I'm stunned, lying on the ground. You can easily put me on my back and then sit on my face. Your pin is quite humiliating. I have pain in my balls and also in my back. You keep me on the ground while the referee counts ONE, I try to move, but I struggle. When the referee counts TWO I flinch. I can't lose like this, without fighting until the end. I rotate my torso just enough to lift my shoulder a few millimeters, but the referee deems it enough to stop the yt count

09:19 Paul_Job:

09:21 Cherryy: Sitting comfy over your cute little face, enjoying every second as I really thought that was it for you. Who could come back after a beating like that? The ref yells "TWO!" but then suddenly stops the count, backing away. "Hm?! Three? Ref, hello?" I look in confusion before slowly bobbing my head to notice your shoulder just barely lifted up off the mat, legally breaking the pin. "W-what?! You're kidding right..?" I argue, still with my cakes planted over your nose. I shake my head, disappointed and picking myself up off of you and resetting over to my side of the ring..

09:27 Paul_Job: I take a deep breath as you get your big ass out of my face. My face is completely red because I couldn't breathe for several seconds. The pain in my testicles is still strong, but I try to take time to recover some strength. I roll onto my side, stand with my knees and hands on the mat and slowly move towards the yt corner

09:30 Cherryy: I stand on my side of the ring, watching you desperately try and stand back up. I was surprised to see the fight in you.. Any other man would have barely been able to breathe up until this point. I start making my way towards you, running and building some momentum and speed before attempting to snap my leg up a running super-kick into your face as you try and hide in your corner..

09:36 Paul_Job: I was moving towards the corner of the ring when you hit me with a strong kick to the side of the head. My head snaps sideways and slams into the second turnbuckle in the corner. Then I am left stunned, almost lying down, with my chest slightly raised off the ground, my arms hanging on the second rope and my head resting on the corner pad

09:53 Cherryy: You fall right into position..I turn around, running back to the center of the ring and keeping that same speed up. I get across the ring, giving myself as much distance as possible before running right back towards you.. Coming in HOT, I get close and leap up into the air, spreading my legs open and landing crotch first into your throat, bouncing my fat ass up and down your chest for a Bronco Buster.

09:54 Cherryy:

10:07 Paul_Job: I'm at the corner, I turn to see where you are but at that moment you come running and jump on my throat. You ride me like you're at a rodeo. I let the air out. Your ass slaps repeatedly on my chest, your pussy rubs on my face. Your attack is continuous and unstoppable. I'm in crisis

10:14 Cherryy: I bounce, crushing your chest with my glutes, my thighs keeping your face pinned against that corner with no escape. Literally crushing the air out of you and then rolling backwards and springing back up to my feet. I do a little twirl for the crowd, smirking before walking near your head and reaching down to pack my fist with your hair, then yank to try and stand you back up.. "Come on up baby, we're almost done here.."

10:16 Paul_Job: I'm exhausted, your move completely took my breath away. You grab my hair and pull me towards you, forcing me to stand up. My legs can hardly support me and I stagger. My arms hang at my sides. I look at you with dull eyes and I can't say a word

10:27 Cherryy: I get you up, looking you in the eyes and giggling. "You poor thing, let's finish you off.." I whisper, then send a quick hook into your collarbone. Hoping you'll spin enough for me to take your arms from behind, hooking them towards your back and twisting our bodies around before I finally leap up and attempt to drop you face-first into the canvas for an UnPrettier!

10:29 Cherryy:

10:30 Paul_Job: Your fist makes me spin around, then you take me by the arms, I don't resist. Connect easily with the unprettier. My head hits the ground once again. My light goes out. I passed out in the middle of the ring

10:32 Cherryy: I turn around, panting as that move took a lot out of me. But it was so worth the sound of your face crushing the mat, taking you right out of the competition. I quickly turn around, crawling towards you and letting my body pour on top of your chest as I lay across and reach for the back of your right leg and hook it up into the air for yet another attempt at pinning you. "ONE!" The referee yells..

10:34 Paul_Job: You put me on my back. You lie on top of me and grab my leg to pull it and start your pin. The referee counts ONE. I'm not moving, I'm unconscious. The count easily continues, with the audience echoing. TWO... THREE... ding ding ding!

10:36 Cherryy: I gasp in relief, shocked you didn't find another way to cheat out of my pin this time as it was clear you were out like a light! I let your leg go, slowly pushing up on the mat to pull myself up to my feet. The referee reaching down to give me a hand before yanking my arm up and showing me off as the victor of the match. The sun shining down on my luscious body, glistening and sparkling as I stomp my boot over Paul's chest and pose for the crowd. "Thank you! Mwah!"

10:36 Cherryy:

10:38 Paul_Job: The referee decrees the end of the match. I was soundly defeated by a strong, smart and evil opponent. I am on the ground, covered in sand, exhausted. But the worst thing is to endure that while I am reduced to this state, my opponent celebrates her victory over me