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21:36 NattyFights: I have created the private room #OCPW_Natty_vs_Miles.

21:36 NattyFights: I have invited @Miles_Soman to join #OCPW_Natty_vs_Miles.

21:40 Miles_Soman:

21:53 NattyFights: The beat of my entrance music fills the arena, and I step out, feeling the intensity of the crowd’s gaze. Dressed in a sleek, black bikini that catches the lights, I stride down the ramp, my movements strong and deliberate. My hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, keeping my focus sharp and my face clear, every detail of my expression visible to the crowd. Each step is filled with confidence as I make my way toward the ring, unfazed, knowing that my look is a blend of elegance and raw power. As I reach the apron, I pause briefly, letting the crowd absorb the moment, then slip between the ropes, moving with fluid grace. I circle the ring, my gloved fists flexing at my sides, exuding readiness for the fight ahead. Once in the center, I raise my fists high, eyes locked straight ahead. I’m ready to show Miles, and everyone watching, just who Natty is.

21:56 NattyFights:

21:57 Miles_Soman: My opponent has concluded her entry. When your music fades I prepare to enter. The announcer introduces me and then typical North African music made of drums and horns starts. I enter the arena, look around and then walk proudly towards the ring. I'm wearing loose black linen trousers, barefoot. I quickly climb the steel steps that lead to the apron and then step between the second and third ropes to get closer to you. I stand up straight, chest to chest, I want to try to intimidate you, while the referee gives his recommendations

21:57 Miles_Soman:

22:00 NattyFights: I keep my stance firm, eyes locked onto you, and I can see that you’re trying to size me up, trying to make me flinch. But I don’t move an inch. You may think that standing here chest to chest is enough to rattle me, but after taking down Dutch, I’m just getting started. I hold your gaze, my confidence unshakable. You can try all you want to intimidate me, but I’m not going anywhere.

22:03 NattyFights:

22:08 Miles_Soman: I'm not that young anymore, but I know that I still have strength and skills. I look into your eyes, you don't let any emotion show. I feel there's tension in the air. Then finally the referee invites us to step back and gives the OK to the bell, which rings and starts the match. I raise my fists in guard in front of my face, I bend my knees and study your movements, I don't want to expose myself

22:08 Miles_Soman:

22:11 NattyFights: I start circling the ring, keeping my focus locked on you, mirroring your stance and keeping light on my feet. I know you’ve got experience and strength, but I’m here to show I’ve got the skills to match. We size each other up, both waiting for that perfect opening, the tension between us only growing thicker. Then, I make the first move, stepping forward into the lock-up. We grapple, each of us jostling for control, feeling out each other’s strength and technique. You might think you have the upper hand, but I dig my heels in, refusing to give ground easily.

22:13 Miles_Soman: Our arms are wrapped around our bodies. I try to push and I must admit that it's harder than I imagined to move you. I feel your muscles swelling under my hands and you offer impressive resistance. I grit my teeth and try to push harder and harder, until, tired of not being able to move as I would like, I lift one knee to try to hit you on your lower abdominals

22:15 NattyFights: The knee to my stomach makes me stagger, and I take a few quick steps back, feeling the ropes press against my spine. I grit my teeth, catching my breath and not giving you the satisfaction of seeing any sign of pain on my face. Instead, I steady myself, grabbing the ropes for a quick rebound.

22:18 Miles_Soman: I hit you in the belly and you step back towards the ropes. I smile, because I know that the first point was for me. But that doesn't mean anything now, I just have to keep hitting you. I observe you and then I point my left foot to the ground, I place my body on my side towards you and I raise my right leg to try to hit you with a super kick from the bottom up to the jaw

22:18 Miles_Soman:

22:20 NattyFights: I see your leg swinging up for the superkick, and in a quick motion, I duck beneath it, feeling the air from the near-miss. Wasting no time, I dart toward the far ropes, using them to build momentum. As I rebound, I spot you still turning to face me, and I launch myself into the air, both feet aimed squarely at your chest in a powerful dropkick.

22:23 Miles_Soman: My bare foot only hits the air, because you are quick enough to avoid my kick. I'm still precariously balanced when the soles of your boots hit my chest. I fly backwards, fall first on my back and then do a flip on the mat. I roll sideways, hold on to the ropes and try to get up with difficulty, as fast as I can

22:26 NattyFights: Seeing you struggle to get up, I seize the moment and rush forward, bringing my boot down with a few quick, solid stomps, keeping you down and making sure you feel every one. Then, without giving you a second to recover, I reach down, grabbing hold of you and hauling you to your feet. With a smooth, practiced motion, I hook my arm around your neck, positioning us perfectly. I twist my hips and lift, bringing you up and over, slamming you down with a snap suplex that reverberates across the mat.

22:29 Miles_Soman: You're faster than me and you won't let me get up. You stomp me in the body as I try to reach the ropes. Then you grab my head and help me up, but only second, because then you launch me towards the center of the ring with a quick snap suplex. I land back first and stand dazed in the center of the ring

22:30 Miles_Soman:

22:31 NattyFights: I don’t waste a second, seeing you dazed in the center of the ring. I quickly move behind you, shoving you up to a seated position before slipping my arm around your neck, locking you into a tight sleeper hold. Our bodies are slick with sweat now, making it harder to keep my grip firm, but I tighten my hold, pulling you close and locking my forearm against your throat.

22:31 NattyFights:

22:36 Miles_Soman: I'm on the ground, lying down, when you grab my head and try to take me into sleeper. Your aggressiveness scares me and I understand that I must quickly find some remedy to stop your attacks before it's too late. When I'm sitting and I feel you pulling me towards you, I arch my neck and throw my head back trying to hit you with the back of my head in the middle of your face. It's not exactly an elegant move, but we're fighting in an NHB match so anything goes

22:39 NattyFights: Your head crashes into my face, and I feel the sharp sting that forces me to loosen my hold. Stumbling back, I shake off the impact and quickly get to my feet, resetting my stance. You may have broken free, but I’m not giving you any time to recover. I start circling the ring, my eyes locked on you, determined to keep control of the pace. I can feel a bit of heat rising from that hit, but I channel it into focus, knowing this match isn’t over until one of us can’t get up. I close the distance quickly, planting a firm kick to your midsection, feeling the impact as you double over slightly. Not letting up, I grab your arm and, with a powerful twist, whip you across the ring into the opposite corner.

22:45 Miles_Soman: After headbutting you in the face I slowly get up to try to attack you, but you are already standing as if your face and nose were made of iron. "What?" I say, eyes widening. But you immediately hit me with a kick in the stomach, I bend over and immediately afterwards I'm thrown towards the corner with an Irish whip. I run and at the last moment I turn around to hit my back against the turnbuckles. I put my hands on the ropes and look at you, breathing heavily

22:49 NattyFights: Seeing you propped up against the corner, I charge forward, my steps pounding against the mat as I close the distance. With a burst of energy, I leap into the air, aiming to hit you with a full-body splash, determined to crush you against the turnbuckles. The crowd reacts, sensing the impact that’s about to come, as I throw my weight forward, ready to slam into you with everything I’ve got.

22:52 Miles_Soman: I see you running towards me and somehow I understand your intentions. You jump and expose your body to try to crush me in the corner. But I grab the ropes and lift my right leg, trying to make your chest hit the sole of my foot.

22:52 Miles_Soman:

22:55 NattyFights: Your foot connects with my chest mid-air, and the impact forces me to stumble backward, clutching my chest as a sharp pain radiates through me. I grit my teeth, struggling to keep my balance as I try to shake off the blow, but I drop to a knee.

22:59 Miles_Soman: My foot hits your chest. Then I put my foot back on the ground. I see you stagger and then put one knee on the ground. I immediately try to take advantage of it and try to hit your chest with a kick, aiming my right instep at your sternum

23:04 NattyFights: Your kick lands squarely on my chest, and the force knocks me off my feet, sending me crashing down to the mat. I grit my teeth as I feel the impact ripple through my torso, the pain sharp and relentless. I roll onto my side, clutching my chest, struggling to catch my breath and regain my composure.

23:04 NattyFights:

23:07 Miles_Soman: I'm looking at you, after an aggressive start I managed to find a solution for your attacks. You're on the ground and I'm still trying to use my kicks. I try to hit your abdomen again with the instep of my right foot as if I were kicking a soccer ball

23:10 NattyFights: Your kick hits me hard in the abdomen, and a surge of pain doubles me over as I let out a groan. Instinctively, I roll out of the ring, needing a moment to catch my breath and regroup. Clutching my stomach, I keep one hand on the apron, using it to steady myself as I circle outside, my mind racing to find an opening to turn this around.

23:12 Miles_Soman: I look at you, I notice you trying to get out of the ring. I'll let you do it. I throw myself to the ground and roll under the lowest rope too. I exit the ring and stand next to you. I grab your hair, right the pony tail, Then I try to slam your face into the ring apron

23:20 NattyFights: Your grip on my ponytail yanks me backward, and before I can react, my face crashes into the hard edge of the ring apron. A sharp jolt of pain radiates through my head, leaving me momentarily dizzy. I stumble back, instinctively reaching out for support, my hand finding the corner turnbuckle as I try to steady myself.

23:29 Miles_Soman: You hold on to the turnbuckle to avoid being pulled and to stay balanced. Then I leave your hair and take a step back. I try to hit your back with a heel kick to slam your chest against the corner support pole

23:30 NattyFights: Seeing your foot swing toward me, I react quickly, dropping down just in time for your leg to miss me entirely and slam against the unforgiving steel corner post.

23:30 NattyFights:

23:31 Miles_Soman: My foot impacts on the steel pole and i moan in pain. I stumble backwards since I can't put my right foor on the floor in the best way. I try to move far from you to recover some

23:32 Miles_Soman:

23:34 NattyFights: I see you favoring that leg, trying to create some distance, but I’m not about to let you catch your breath. Realizing that targeting your legs could cut down your offense, I zero in on your left leg, charging forward and driving my shoulder straight into it with as much force as I can muster. The impact is solid, and I feel your balance waver.

23:35 NattyFights:

23:36 Miles_Soman: You hit my support leg and I collapse to the ground. Both my legs hurt from the last blows. I roll to the ground, on the cold floor outside the ring. I moan in pain

23:38 NattyFights: Seeing you down on the floor and knowing this is my chance to weaken your legs further, I quickly duck under the ring apron and pull out a steel chair. The cold metal feels solid in my hands, and I waste no time, lifting it high and bringing it down hard onto your knees.

23:40 Miles_Soman: You grab a chair and I try to back away, sliding on my butt. But I end up with my back against the guardrail. You hit me with the chair in the knee and I scream. I touch my leg with both hands and roll to the floor

23:41 NattyFights: I grab you by the arm, pulling you up and throwing you back into the ring with a powerful shove. Watching you land hard on the mat, I climb onto the apron, ready to press my advantage. You’re struggling, and I can see the effects of the damage I’ve inflicted starting to take a toll.

23:47 Miles_Soman: You pull me on my feet and despite my almost injuried leg i can stand on my feet before to roll inside the ring. You follow me inside, and I grab the ropes to try and pull myself up

23:49 NattyFights: I roll back into the ring, catching you as you try to use the ropes to pull yourself up. Seizing the opportunity, I grab hold of your right leg, lifting it up with a firm grip before slamming it down hard, driving your knee directly into the canvas. I stay on your leg, keeping my grip tight, determined to make it even harder for you to fight back.

23:53 Miles_Soman: You grab my leg and slam my knee into the ground. I scream and can't react. You're torturing my poor already injured leg. I remain on my knees, sweaty and sore. You climb onto my leg and I moan even more, unable to move

23:57 NattyFights: I quickly grab hold of both your legs, feeling the resistance but refusing to let go. With practiced precision, I twist your legs into position, stepping over and crossing them into the perfect setup for a Figure 4 Leglock. Dropping down to the mat, I lock the hold tight, putting pressure on your injured leg, knowing it’s already been weakened from earlier attacks.

23:59 Miles_Soman: You cross your legs over mine and put traction on my already injured leg. I scream. I try to reach my hands behind me hoping to grab the ropes. Your hold is very painful

00:01 NattyFights: I tighten my grip, leaning back to add even more pressure to the hold, feeling your struggles as you inch closer to the ropes. Seeing the pain etched across your face, I grit my teeth and yell, “Tap out, Miles! Just give up!” My voice is fierce, almost desperate to keep you locked in, knowing that if you reach those ropes, it could shift the momentum.

00:05 Miles_Soman:

00:06 NattyFights:

00:06 Miles_Soman: You hold me in your grip and don't let me take the ropes. I know that to get out of this lethal hold I just have to try to knock you over onto the mat. I grit my teeth and move my torso trying to roll over to the side so that my chest is on the ground so I can roll you too and inflict pain on your leg

00:08 NattyFights: As you manage to roll us over, the pain suddenly shifts, and I feel the pressure snap back onto my own legs. I grit my teeth, my face contorted with pain as I’m momentarily trapped in my own hold. The intensity forces me to release it, and I scramble to my feet, gasping for air, now feeling the ache in my legs from the reversal. Sweat drips down as I rip off my top, tossing it aside to get a moment of relief from the heat.

00:10 Miles_Soman: I finally manage to free myself, but your figure 4 has caused further damage to my legs. I drag myself towards the ropes, tired and sweaty. I scramble to stand. I'm limping, but I turn to you and see you topless. "What?" I open my eyes wide and look at your bare breasts, while the audience also starts shouting comments about your breasts. I try to hold on to the ropes so as not to fall, I have to recover

00:13 NattyFights: Seeing your wide-eyed reaction, I smirk for a split second, but I don’t give you time to recover. As you cling to the ropes, trying to steady yourself, I charge forward, using the burst of momentum to drive a stiff elbow right into your face. The impact is solid, and I feel it connect, knowing this hit will rattle you.

00:18 Miles_Soman: You run towards me to attack me immediately. But I bend down and then, leveraging my good leg, I launch myself towards you and with a spear I try to hit you with a shoulder in the stomach, to knock you to the ground and fall on top of you

00:23 NattyFights: You duck under my elbow, and before I can react, you drive your shoulder into my stomach with a powerful spear. The impact forces the air from my lungs, and I collapse backward, crashing onto the mat with you on top of me. A groan escapes my lips as the pain radiates through my core, leaving me momentarily stunned beneath you.

00:28 Miles_Soman: Now you're on the ground and I'm on top of you. I finally took the reins of the match back into my hands and I can hurt you. I have an injured leg, but I don't need it right now. I sit on your abdomen, put my knees on the ground at your sides, and try to hit you with punches to the head like the more traditional MMA mount

00:31 NattyFights: As you mount me and start throwing punches, I bring my arms up to shield my face, feeling each hit as they connect, but I know I need to act fast before you fully gain control. Gritting my teeth, I focus on your injured leg, thinking it could be my best opening. I quickly twist my body to the side, reaching up to grab hold of your hurt leg, putting pressure on it to unbalance you. Then, using the momentum, I try to buck my hips and roll us to the side, aiming to reverse the position and get you off of me.

00:34 Miles_Soman: I throw a series of punches, but they hit your forearms because you're ready to cover your face. Then to grab my leg you have to move your arms and then I can hit your exposed face. I punch a couple but then I'm forced to roll on the ground because my leg hurts and you twist it. I still try to roll away and avoid ending up under you

00:37 NattyFights: I’ve got you right where I want you, locked tightly in this knee bar, and I’m not letting go. I dig in, applying as much pressure as I can to your leg, feeling every bit of your struggle beneath my grip. Each time you try to shift or pull away, I crank down on your knee even harder, determined to make this hold count. The crowd’s reactions only fuel me, knowing they’re watching me take full control. This is my chance to weaken you, to make sure you feel every ounce of this hold—and I’m not letting you escape until I’ve taken everything I can out of you.

00:37 NattyFights:

00:41 Miles_Soman: You twist my leg and I scream because my knee hurts. I try to free myself, but I can't. The pain is too strong. Maybe I have something broken. You keep me stuck. I'm sweating and almost in tears from how much my leg hurts

00:43 Miles_Soman:

00:45 NattyFights: I keep my grip tight on your leg, feeling the damage I’ve already inflicted, but I’m not done yet. With practiced precision, I transition smoothly from the knee bar into an STF, wrapping my arms around your head and pulling back, locking you in place. I press down on your already weakened leg while wrenching your neck back, making the hold even more excruciating. “Tap out, Miles!” I demand, my voice cutting through the noise of the crowd as I crank the hold tighter.

00:47 Miles_Soman: You twist me and continue to twist my leg, but at the same time you also grab my chin and pull my head back. If neck pain is bearable, leg pain is not. Every second it becomes more and more difficult to resist. As soon as you start pulling I hit my hand on the ground "I give up, I give up" I scream in tears

00:48 NattyFights: The sound of the bell echoes through the arena, signaling my victory. I release the hold immediately, feeling the exhaustion hit me all at once as I roll onto my back, catching my breath. My body is slick with sweat, my muscles aching from the effort, but there’s a sense of satisfaction knowing I pushed through to the end. I lie there for a moment, taking in the cheers and the energy of the crowd.

00:51 Miles_Soman: The bell rings and announces my defeat. I just hope I haven't suffered a too serious injury, but I'm worried because the pain is really bad. I gasp on the ground touching my injured leg and moaning in pain. I'm frustrated and demoralized, but I tried hard. The pain in my leg was too bad to continue

00:55 NattyFights: I push myself up, feeling the strain in every muscle, but the rush of victory gives me the strength to stand tall. The referee raises my arm, and I hear the crowd’s reaction surge, their cheers echoing in my ears as I catch my breath, my body glistening under the arena lights. I glance over at you, lying there in pain and frustration, but knowing that you gave everything you had. “Hell of a fight, Miles,” I mutter, more to myself but with a hint of respect. With a sly smirk, I reach down, grabbing my sweaty top from the mat. Without a moment’s hesitation, I crouch beside you and stuff it right into your mouth, letting you taste the sweat and hard work I put into this victory. With a confident grin, I step forward, planting my boot firmly on your chest as I strike a victorious pose, hands on my hips. The crowd erupts, and I bask in the energy, knowing I’ve claimed this match without question.

01:06 NattyFights: