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Country_Girl_Anna: I ready myself backstage, wiping my fit tanned body down with oil to make sure it's not easy for my opponent to get a good grip on me, but also lets be honest because I look amazing in oil! I wear my sexy little pink string bikini for this match. I am facing that jobber Paul for the vacant NHB title, and I have already been picturing myself with that shiny gold title belt around my sexy waist. My blonde hair is in a ponytail and I am barefoot tonight. I take one last look at myself in the mirror before exiting the dressing room and making my way to the arena..mtc

Country_Girl_Anna: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS AN NHB PRO MATCH FOR ONE FALL....THERE IS NO DQ AND NO TIME LIMIT...INTRODUCING FIRST...STANDING 5'5" TALL AN WEIGHING 128 POUNDS.....21 YEARS OLD...PLEASE WELCOME....COOUNNTRYY GIIIRRLLL AAANNNAAA!" I step out from the back and strut toward the ring, waving to the crowd, some loving me, some hating my seemingly cocky attitude as I wave like a queen and approach the ring. I climb onto the apron and step through the ropes, taking some time to pose in the middle of the ring for all my admirers, then back into my corner and wait for my jobber opponent to enter..yt

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Paul_Job: I'm backstage and I hear the roar of the crowd for my opponent, she probably did something very impressive. But I will surprise everyone with my entrance. As soon as I hear my theme song, American Hi-Fi - Flavor Of The Weak, come on, I grab my skate and enter the arena. I ride down the ramp to the ring on my skateboard. My hair in the wind. I wear black shorts and that's it. I'm barefoot. When I get to the ring apron I slide my skate under the ring and with a leap I grab onto the ropes, eliciting applause from the audience. I move my head to the rhythm of the music and finally enter the ring, passing between the second and third ropes. I stand in front of you, I notice your toned, trained and oiled physique. I can't help but look at your cleavage. I make the sign of the belt around my waist and smile. I am ready and very confident

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Country_Girl_Anna: I watch with a smirk on my face as this fucking loser emerges from the back on a skateboard, and I think to myself "how the HELL did this guy ever get a shot at being NHB champ!?" as you skate toward the ring, I almost can't take it anymore..you're TOO pathetic! So as soon as you get off your little skateboard and slide it under the ring, and you climb up onto the apron, I charge toward you and hopefully before you can step between the ropes, I try to swing my right leg up and aim to smash the sole of by bare foot squarely into your face with a big 'boot' with my bare foot before the bell even sounds!

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Paul_Job: My eyes widen when I see you running towards me. You take me completely by surprise. I can't block your attack. Your bare foot goes up very high and hits me full in the face. Your heel hits my mouth and your toes push against my forehead. I fly backwards and fall flat on my back on the unprotected floor outside the ring yt

Country_Girl_Anna: This being a NHB no DQ match I know I can get away with this if I can land it...and I DO land it! My bare foot smashes hard into your face, my heel smacking you in the mouth and my toes against your forehead snapping your head back and sending you falling backwards flat onto your back on the arena floor! I grin wide as the starting bell rings DING DING DING and I climb through the ropes and out onto the apron, seeing you down there on your back I hop off the apron casually and try to jam both my bare feet down into your stomach now, going low risk but high reward....yt

Paul_Job: Your bare feet land on my stomach and crush it under your full weight, after a leap from the ring apron. I spit out all the air I have in my body. I put my hands on my belly and roll on the ground with my mouth open and eyes wide. It's absolutely not the start to the match I would have imagined yt

Country_Girl_Anna:

Country_Girl_Anna: I feel your abs compress and your guts under them as I land on you with both my bare feet, a loud SMACK followed by your pathetic moans after the impact. I step off of you and leave you to roll around in pain before I turn back toward you, point at you motion for you to come get some more as I smirk arrogantly now

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Paul_Job: I roll on the ground in pain. I grit my teeth and turn to look at you. You invite me to stand up in a sexy way, which drives some of the crowd crazy. I hold on to the guardrail and watch you as I slowly get up, between a groan and a cough. I breathe and take my time to recover

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Country_Girl_Anna: I grin and try to hold back long enough to allow you to get to the guard rail and use it to start pulling yourself up. I make my way toward you now, making the same title belt motion around my waist now that you did before, reaching for your head with both hands I look to drag you fully onto your feet now and lean you back against the railing, pressing my sexy body against yours, my abs against your stomach as I get in your face "that title belt will look a million times better around my waist loser!" and then I try to viciously swing my right knee up looking to slam it between your legs with a low blow..yt

Paul_Job: You help me stand up by pulling my head. I'm standing but you pin me against the guardrail with your sexy body. Your curves touching my body turn me on. But I want to react, but while I'm thinking about what to do, your knee crushes my balls against my hard cock. I moan, touch my crotch and then collapse on my knees in front of you, rubbing my chest against yours yt

Feisty_Neel: (Quite an easy and early victory for the Country girl it seems!)

Country_Girl_Anna: My knee slams violently, and satisfyingly into your cock and balls as I keep you pressed against the guard rail. You yelp out and sink down to your knees in front of me, clutching your crotch as you do. I smirk wickedly as I try to grab hold of your long hair now as you kneel there, then drive your head straight back into the railing now too!

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Paul_Job: My head hits the guardrail and bounces back. I collapse on my side, rolling onto the cold, unprotected floor. I have to react, but how? This bitch is aggressive, determined and unfair. I'm in crisis, I try to get on all fours to go towards the commentators' table

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Country_Girl_Anna: I step back after slamming the back of your head into the guardrail and smirk at you with my hands on my hips, watching you struggle to get onto your hands and knees and start to crawl away. "You're no champ! Look at you running away like the jobber you are!" I taunt as I stalk you from behind as you move slowly toward the announce table. I reach over the railing and grab a folding chair from the crowd and then move back toward you again just as you make it to the announce table. I raise the chair high up over my head and try to slam it down hard right across your back! Yt

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Paul_Job: I move slowly and hold onto the table to stand up. You don't hit me right away but you waste time insulting me. I stand up, but I'm leaning over the surface of the table. I hear a buzz from the audience, then the sound of a chair closing. I turn my head and see you coming towards me with the chair high above your head. Instinctively I reach back with one foot to hit you in the abdomen and prevent you from slamming the chair onto my back.

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Country_Girl_Anna: I move toward you, mocking you and your pathetic showing so far as I do, raising the chair up as I close in on you, then before I can swing it down, you thrust your foot straight backwards and drive it into my abdomen with a SMACK sound, making me grunt out as I drop the chair with a CLANG onto the floor and double over myself now...yt

Paul_Job: I'm with my torso and arms on the table when I hit you in the stomach with my bare foot. I want to follow up on my shot. I'm looking for something to hit you with. I grab the microphone that is on the table. It's the first thing I get my hands on. I turn around quickly and try to hit you with the active microphone, so that the blow on your cheek can be heard at full volume

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Jon_Cutler: Go Paul

Country_Girl_Anna: As I am doubled over behind you now, clutching my stomach, you grab a hot mic off the announcer table and wheel around toward me with it in your hand, and as soon as I raise my head to look up, CRAAAAACK "AAAaauuugghhh!" I yelp out and the mic makes a loud screeching sound out over the loud speakers from the impact, as my head snaps to the side and saliva sprays from my mouth, my body sent spinning 180 degrees around then dropping onto one knee, my back to you now as my hands hold my aching cheek...yt

Paul_Job: The shot reverberates throughout the arena and you collapse on your knee with your back to me. Everything seems perfectly set up for one of my signature moves. I walk up to you, bend over and put my hands on your tits. I hold you, my chest on your back. I pull you to stand up. Finally with a squat I arch my back and try to launch myself with a boobs plex on the commentary table which is right behind me

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Country_Girl_Anna: The tide has turned, and turned fast as now you come up behind me as I kneel there, dazed and in pain from the mic shot to my jaw. I then feel you press your body against mine, feeling your hard cock against my ass as you reach around and grab both my amazing 36D tits, one in each hand, gripping them tight before lifting me up and falling back, making me grunt out with the initial lift as my feet leave the floor, then "AAAHHHUUNNGGGHHHH!!!" I let out a loud, agonizing groan as you drive me down onto my head and neck and upper back onto the announce table, which then gives way and shatters into pieces as you drive me through it and I come to a rest in a broken mess on the pile of rubble on the arena floor now, moaning in pain and breathing heavily...yt

Paul_Job: The audience stands up. You destroy the table with your back after a flight. I sit still and take a deep breath. I laid a nice brick to build my victory. I stand up and walk towards you. I grab your hair to pull you to your feet and drag you towards the ring. If I can I'll try to slam your face into the apron and then I'll push you in and roll you under the bottom rope yt

Country_Girl_Anna: I wince and groan as you grab me by the hair and peel me off the broken table, walking me on my wobbly legs toward the ring as I grip your waist for support. You bash my pretty face against the apron first "Aauuggghf!" I grunt out and taste some blood on my lip as you then proceed to roll me into the ring and I flop over a few times and come to a rest on my back several feet inside the ropes....yt

Paul_Job: I roll you inside the ring and I get on the apron. I don't follow you, but I climb the corner. I climb onto the highest turnbuckle and look at you. The public is waiting to see what happens and I satisfy them immediately. I jump and try to land with my shins on your stomach, with the move I called the Good Job Drop yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: I am left lying in the ring flat on my back after just having my head rocked with a microphone, being slammed through a table, then having my face smashed against the ring apron. I'm stunned and seem to be the only person in the arena not aware that you have climbed to the top ropes. I lay there with blood on my lips as you leap off the top ropes, and rather than landing on me with your stomach, "AAAUUUUHHNNGGHHH!!!" I gasp out in pain as you instead land shin first across my sexy abs, crushing them under your weight and driving the air out of me as my sexy body jackknifes then flops back down flat on my back on the canvas again, moaning softly, breathing heavily, my hands folded across my aching belly...yt

Country_Girl_Anna:

Paul_Job: I land on you, crushing you. I feel your abdomen compressing under my weight and my shins. I feel the effects of such a high jump, but I know for a fact that you are the one who suffered the worse damage. I roll on the ground, moaning for a moment. Then I get down on all fours and move towards you. You're lying down and you're not moving. I grab your thigh, pull your leg and put my chest on yours waiting for the referee to count the pin

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Country_Girl_Anna: You crawl towards me and hook my sexy leg up, as "uummfff" you drop your chest across mine, flattening my tits under you as you pin me, the ref drops to the mat, rolling my head back and forth gently as the ref starts to count "one....." I moan from the pain in my head, face and abdomen, and struggle to breathe under you "Twwooo...." yt

Paul_Job: I stay on top of you. Pull your leg and feel quite confident, because my Good Job Drop was a terrible move for your belly. I hear the ref and the crowd counting. Just waiting and hoping for the three yt

Country_Girl_Anna: The ref slaps the mat next to my head announcing the two count. I wince as you pull my leg tighter, creasing my waist, increasing the pain in my belly. The ref raises his hand for the 3 count and as it goes up, I see it raised and I use everything inside me to try and plant my free foot and thrust my hips up and twist my shoulder up off the mat to break the pin...yt

Paul_Job: "What? You can't be serious" I complain to the referee. I almost tear my long hair out. "It was a three, four, five... You're very slow." I protest. The adrenaline that had hidden my tiredness and pain begins to wear off. I stand up, a little demoralized, and back up to the corner. “Okay, bitch, now get back on your feet and fight,” I say, growling

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Country_Girl_Anna: I feel your weight come off me as you then back away and I take a moment lying on my back to suck in some air taking big, rapid breaths as I try to regain my senses a little before rolling over and onto my stomach and starting to push up to my hands and knees, pausing to breathe some more, then stagger on up to my feet in the center of the ring, looking toward you in the corner and wiping some blood from my lips with my forearm "Okay Paul.....you shot your shot...you missed....now you're mine..." I raise my arms and start toward you...yt

Paul_Job: I watch you as you stand up. You look very tired, but you haven't lost your swagger. I wait until you are on your feet, I take the opportunity to recover some strength, I take a step back, I push myself against the ropes and I run towards you. I extend one arm to immediately try to hit you with a clothesline to the chest

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Country_Girl_Anna: As I get up and square up with you, you suddenly step back and throw yourself into the ropes, springing forward off of them and coming back at me, and you try to hit me with a clothesline but I try to duck low underneath it, letting it swing over my head as your momentum continues to carry you forward toward the opposite ropes behind me....yt

Paul_Job: I try to hit you, but you duck and my arm only grazes your head, which passes underneath. I don't stop, I run to the other side of the ring. Before I get to the ropes, however, I take a leap and try to bounce with both feet on the second rope. I use it as a springboard to launch myself towards you with a cross body

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Country_Girl_Anna: I spin around after ducking under your clothesline, letting it pass over my head and see you heading for the ropes, and as you do I ready myself, preparing to launch myself at you as soon as you come off of them. But as soon as I start at you rather than simply running into them, you hop ON them and leap off. I try to stop but my momentum carries me forward and straight into you as you sail down toward me and slam your body across mine, taking me off my feet and slamming me down into the canvas once again with a BAAANNGG "Uuaannghff!!" I groan out as you land on top of me crushing my tits flat under you once again as you land on my chest...yt

Paul_Job: My chest hits yours, pushing you back. You fall on your back and I land on top of you, crushing your tits under my pecs. From this position I don't have to do much to try another pinfall. I grab your leg and pull it towards your chest. My chest crushes yours "Come on referee, count faster this time" yt

Country_Girl_Anna: I lay again pinned under you, my tits squashed flat under your pecs as you hook my sexy leg again and pin me. This time, even though the move certainly wasn't pleasant, it wasn't as much of a killer as the previous move. Just as the ref counts 2 again, I try to jerk my body to the side and lift my shoulder up again under you...yt

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Paul_Job: The referee counts as I'm on top of you. But again after two you move and lift your shoulder off the mat. The referee gets pissed off once again as I blame him. I get up on my knees, hands in my hair "NOOOOO. What do I do with this bitch" I moan, frustrated and surprised by your resistance. I stand up and grab your hair to try to pull you up too, thinking of something else to do yt

Country_Girl_Anna: I kick out again. You are pissed at the ref again, and he is pissed at you. You get to your knees and hold your hair in frustration then stand up and grab my own long blonde hair, dragging me to my feet once again. As you pull me up, I try to reach up and grab that long hair of yours which makes for a nice handle, then try to drop back down to my knees, pulling your head down with me and looking to drive your jaw into the top of my head as we land with a jawbreaker! yt

Paul_Job: I am convinced that I have you in my grasp and perhaps this excess of confidence penalizes me. As I pull you to your feet you grab my hair, place my chin on your head and drop to your knees. My chin drives against your head, and it hurts. My head snaps back and I stagger towards the corner with my hands in my face, dazed

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Country_Girl_Anna: I crack your jaw against the top of my head and send you staggering back into the corner holding your face, appearing to be dazed as I push back to my feet and hurry toward you, lowering my shoulder as I turn my jog into a sprint and looking to ram my shoulder hard and deep into your gut to drive you harder into the corner now, hoping to drive the wind out of you enough to keep you there...yt

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Paul_Job: I stagger back, my hands in my face. You run towards me. You hit me with your shoulder in the stomach and push me into the corner. I hit my back against the turnbuckles and arch over. I put my hands on the top rope so I don't fall. I cough, I snort. It seems like you've absorbed most of the blows I've given you and now you're furious yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: I drive you backwards and slam you hard into the corner now with my shoulder buried in your stomach. You moan out and fold in half over me as I pull my shoulder out of your gut and then fire a European uppercut into the underside of your chin, just to make you straighten up and rock backwards so you are upright in the corner now..yt

Paul_Job: My head snaps back when you hit my jaw with your bicep. I go back and with my arms on the highest ropes like a crucifix. My legs are soft. I moan as a little drool comes out of my mouth yt

Country_Girl_Anna: After rocking you in the head again and sending you back deeper into the corner, it's clear from the way your head rolls around on your shoulders and you drool that you are dazed. I reach out and grab your face with my right hand, pinching your cheeks together as I say "You're never gonna be NHB champion. Jobber Paul!" then I let go and slap you across the face before I step to the side, reaching behind you and doing something I can usually only do with other girls, but since you have long hair like a female, I grab your long locks and attempt to tie your hair in a knot around the top rope! Then proceed to drop out of the ring to retrieve that steel chair I had intended to use earlier before you stopped me, then turn and slide back into the ring with it..yt

Paul_Job: I'm stunned and can't understand what you're doing. You pull my hair, I try weakly to fight back, but I can't stop you from tying it in the corner. When you get out of the ring I try to move and get out of the corner but "What the hell" I can't understand, I feel blocked. I try hard, but my scalp hurts. "Bitch!" I scream. Then I see you come back into the ring with a chair. "What the fuck do you want to do?" I try to kick to keep you away, while with my hands I try to untie the tangle of my hair yt

Country_Girl_Anna: I climb into the ring with the chair in tow and now you are more awake and even panicking. I smirk at you and say with an evil grin "Paul! Paul! It's okay don't worry! This is just for me to have a seat on!" I say with a chuckle as you struggle with your hair and I fold the chair open and plop down on it for a moment, crossing my legs playfully, taunting you. Then, I know I need to get you to calm down one way or another if I'm going to finish you as I had hoped, so as you continue messing desperately with your hair, I come out of the chair and rush toward you again, this time raising my right leg up and looking to drive the sole of my bare foot straight up into your face once again in a call back to the very beginning of the match! yt

Paul_Job: I see you sitting in the chair in front of me. Your tranquility only scares me. I think you're crazy or there's something wrong with your brain anyway. I listen to you, but what goes through my mind are only insults towards you, I don't answer you "What the fuck did you do to my hair" I say while I squirm and my scalp hurts. You suddenly lunge at me and hit me in the face with the sole of your bare foot. My head slams into the corner pad and I almost collapse into a sitting position, hanging only by my hair from the ropes yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: My bare foot smashes into your face for the second time in this match, again snapping your head back and sending you into a trance, slumping more in the corner now. I grin and say to myself "peerrfeecct" and then grab your left leg and pull it up and swing it over the middle rope, then do the same to your right until they are both spread apart and off the mat, taking your arms and looping them up and over the top ropes now as well, I finally back up several feet, blow you a kiss, then charge at you and plant my left leg and swing my right up and look to drive the top of my foot as hard as I can right between your legs and crush your package with my own shattered dreams low blow! yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: (I can just see @Kurt19 and @Udiger holding their own packages watching me land that move)

Paul_Job: You grab my legs and spread them apart. Arms still positioned on the upper ropes. I remain seated, with my hair gradually coming down. But I'm still trapped. I look at you. There is terror in my eyes. I try to cover my private parts with my hands,  but you run and kick me where it hurts the most. I let out a dull moan. I feel my testicles splashing in my stomach. My face turns red. I fall forward as my hair comes loose finally and I end up on my knees, then flop down onto my chest and face with my hands in my groin and my head on the ground in front of you.

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Country_Girl_Anna: I absolutely obliterate your balls as I deliver a textbook, nasty low blow to them in the corner, and you drop off the ropes like a ragdoll and land face down on the canvas in front of me. Personally, I was hoping you'd stay in the ropes even after the low blow, but I am nothing if not adaptable. So I turn and kick the chair over so it lays flat on the canvas now. Then I strut toward you, grabbing two fistfuls of your hair, I try to drag you up and wrap my left arm around your head as I do, tucking it under my armpit against my side and hip then back up toward the laid out chair. Once I have you positioned over it, I grip your bottoms tight with my right hand and jerk them up inside you as I then launch myself straight up into the air, then let gravity take me as I try to fall right back down, attempting to drag your head down with me as I drop and drive your head and face violently into waiting steel chair in a massive DDT! yt

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Paul_Job: You pull me by the hair and make me stand up. I can't keep my balance because my legs are shaking after the blow to the balls. You put my head under your arm and jump. Then you fall backwards and take my head with you. My face hits right on the steel chair. The blow is very hard. I remain lying on my chest, I am lifeless. I feel a burning sensation on my forehead and then the chair starts to get bloody red. yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: The ring shakes violently as with a loud BAAAAAANNNGGG I drive your face and skull straight down into the steel chair as hard as I can, your body flopping heavily face down onto the canvas afterwards. Blood starts to show on the surface of the chair under your head as I sit up and get to my knees next to you now. I slap my hands on your sides and push you over onto your back, but then drag you back a foot or so so you're still lying ON the steel chair before I flop my body across yours, belly first, and pin you. Not even bothering to hook a leg at this point, because...why would I need to? You're ragdolled! I whisper in your ear as I plant my right hand on your face and roll your head to the side, and my other hand on your crotch and squeeze "I'm the CHAMP Paul....and I KNEW you were a jobber!" the ref drops down and slaps the canvas next to your head "ONE....yt

Paul_Job: Blood flows from a cut on my forehead. You turn me onto my back and lay on top of me. I feel your hand on my face and the other on my genitals, which still hurt. The referee also counts TWO. I am exhausted and have pain everywhere. But I'm not dead yet and as long as there's still a bit of energy left in me I want to fight. While the referee is about to tap for the third time I put my foot on the mat, push myself and lift my shoulder a millimeter. But that's enough to stop the counting

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Country_Girl_Anna: I am STUNNED...SHOCKED when I feel you kick out! I can't believe it! My decision to not hook your leg probably cost me that pin. I raise to my knees and look at the ref in stunned disbelief "Whhaatt!? Whaatt the??? Fuuuckk!" I scream out in frustration myself now as I look down at you in anger and suddenly jump on top of you, swinging my leg over you and straddling you, sitting on your stomach as my left hand grabs your hair to lift your head up. Then I draw back with my right and start to rain punches down, one after another, into your face and forehead "You're...finished....Paul...you're...fucking...done!" I shout between each punch..yt

Paul_Job: I'm exhausted, even though I managed to interrupt the pin, I'm at the end of my strength. You are a fury, you sit on me and start hitting my head with blows. You hit me right on the wound. Blood splatters on the mat and bloody your fists. The audience is frightened by your fury. I don't move anymore yt

Country_Girl_Anna: I land fist after fist to your face in a rage now, still straddling you as I smash your face in until you are barely moving under me, then not at all. But that's not enough for me. I'm pissed that you had the audacity to kick out, so even after you stop moving under me, I throw myself forward and down on top of you, landing my big tits right on your bloody face, then try to slip my arms around under your head and pull up tight, looking to smother you out now under my tits! "You did this to yourself Paul! You shoulda just stayed down the first time!! Now go to sleep...bitch!" yt

Paul_Job: Your punches are terrible, a hail of ferocious blows hit my head until I fainted. But you haven't had enough and you want to humiliate me. You close my head in a lethal embrace. Your tits cover my face and you don't let me breathe. Then I'm lifeless, the referee doesn't know whether to award the pin or check my condition. The audience is silent yt

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Country_Girl_Anna: I engulf your face with my tits and squeeze tight, keeping your head and face buried in them until I feel your already motionless body go limp underneath mine. I snap my head around at the ref who looks on stunned and confused, and I shout "well count his ass out you idiot!!!" And the ref scurries and drops down to the mat "Onnnee.....twwooo....threeee....it's over he's out! Ring the bell! We have a new NHB Champion!!" He exclaims as the bell starts to ring overhead while still I lay on you. Yt

Paul_Job: The referee counts to three, but he could have counted to 200 and I wouldn't have moved. I passed out, wearing a mask of blood. You destroyed me at the end of the match. I gave it my all, but failed. And the NHB belt will not be on my waist. yt

Country_Girl_Anna: After the bell has rung I finally peel myself off of your KO'd body and get to my feet, standing over you now as I am announced the winner and the ref raises my hand as the announcer says, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEEEEEWW OPCW NHB CHAMPION...COUNTRY GIRL AAANNNAAAA!!" I plant a foot on your stomach, and the other on your chest then step fully up onto you, standing on you and posing as I wait for the ref to retrieve my brand new OPCW NHB belt from ringside and then strap it around my sexy waist. I move one foot from your stomach onto your package instead and press down, further crushing your balls while I pose on you in a sexy way now before finally stepping off of you and exiting the ring with MY belt. (END)