Only Pro Chat-Wrestling

05:39 Paul_Job: I enter the arena with my skateboard. I'm wearing fluo yellow knee-length shorts with black bands. On the feet black and white Converse All Star sneakers. My music starts, it's Fox by Millencolin " style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); font-size: 1rem;"> . I arrive to the ring on my skate. Then I jump and let him go under the ring and I jump on the apron ring, to show some skills and my agility. I roll in under the bottom rope, and finally stand up and walk to the corner, where I scramble up to greet my fans, who cheer me on. My music fades and I straighten my hair waiting for you to enter

05:39 Paul_Job:

05:44 Slammin_Samantha: I head down the ring, riding through all the cheers and whistles as I sport one of my favorite black-kinis to this match. Cute little black sneakers on the bottom, and layered with a beautiful curvy body as a cherry on top. My blonde mane wavy and free, bouncing as wildly as my titties as I strut and jump onto the ring to head through the ropes and meet my shirtless opponent.

05:45 Slammin_Samantha:

05:45 Slammin_Samantha:

05:48 Paul_Job: As soon as you put your feet in the ring I approach you in an arrogant and provocative way for a face to face. We are similar in height, I am taller, but probably lighter. I show my chest, with which I try to push you back to force you to step back, regardless of the referee's warnings. He would like to complete the standard pre-match procedures

05:50 Slammin_Samantha: I slip and step back, raising my eyebrows and feeling the goosebumps down my arms as I start to get a bit emotional. "Grrrr... BITCH" I yell out, then suddenly ignore the referee and try to smack my hand right across your face for a hot slap!

05:54 Paul_Job: My head turns quickly when your hand hits my cheek, leaving a red mark, with all your fingers. I look at the referee, who tries to tell me to wait. But I growl, I don't accept this affront from you. I lunge forward and immediately try to put my hands around your neck to strangle you and push you back towards the ropes. The referee doesn't know what to do, but in the end he decides to call the bell, which promptly starts the match, in a pretty unusual way

05:55 Slammin_Samantha: I choke up, struggling as your hand closes tighter and tighter around my throat while you haul my body over to the corner. My feet losing grip and I keep slipping closer and closer to the corner when I suddenly try and fire a hard knee right up into your gut.

06:00 Paul_Job: I push you and you back away towards the corner. It's not really my style, but your slap made me lose concentration, I'm angry, and so my attack is more instinctive than planned. You react immediately and knee me in the stomach. I have to let go of my hold, I put my hands on my abs and step back

06:02 Slammin_Samantha: I catch some air while you distance back, then I rush right out towards you. As I run, I try and grab your head to pull you with me, dragging you to the center as fast as I can before I try to jump up and fall down, pulling your face straight down to the canvas for a Bull-Dog.

06:04 Paul_Job: You run up to me and try to put your arm around my head to hit me with a running bulldog. But I manage to understand your intentions in time and I bend down, remove my head and then with both hands at your sides I try to push you to make you lose your balance. I hope to make you fall on your back, using your movement

06:05 Slammin_Samantha: Your head slips right out of my arm and I go crashing down alone, landing down on my back instead and bouncing off the mats. "AAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

06:09 Paul_Job: “Do you think I'm stupid?” I say seeing you fall to the ground. Then I immediately try to come behind you. I wrap my arm around your neck and hold your head against my chest, trying to strangle you once again, but in a sleeper hold

06:11 Slammin_Samantha: My head taken in your arms, pressed up against your chest as my cheeks get smothered inside your pecs. I keep shaking and wiggling, reaching up to try and grab your arm to pry it open as I can slip my head right out. At the same time, I try and send a few hard elbows into your guts..

06:20 Paul_Job: I try to hold you, but your elbows tell me that I have to change strategy, at least for the moment. You don't hurt me too much, but I certainly can't keep my hold. Suddenly I leave your head, huff and run towards the ropes, in front of you. I turn to bounce with my shoulders and gain momentum. Then I quickly come back towards you and try to hit you with a drop kick to your chest

06:21 Slammin_Samantha: I roll over and get on all fours, trying to push myself back up after that escape. Trying to get to my feet when you come flying right into me with a huge drop kick, letting both of your shoes slam right into my breasts and sending me flying back across the ring in a painful roll. My arms crossed around my tits as I land near the ropes.. "AAAGGHHH"

06:27 Paul_Job: My kick makes you fall on your back. I see you in difficulty and I understand that my speed and agility can be decisive weapons for this match. I quickly stand up and run towards the ropes again, but this time to your right. Then I jump to bounce with both feet on the second rope, gain momentum and try a flip to land with my chest on yours, with a Lion Sault

06:27 Paul_Job:

06:29 Slammin_Samantha: My chest on fire, the rest of my body starting to follow and I can't endure another big hit like that so quickly. I reach for the ropes, watching as you spring off the far ropes and come straight down for me. I latch onto the opposite rope and pull, dragging my body right out of the way of your attack.

06:30 Paul_Job: You roll on the mat and take yourself off my target. I hit the mat with my chest and abdomen. The ring wobbles and I moan. Roll in pain with my hands on the belly, frustrated for this big mistake

06:34 Slammin_Samantha: I keep grabbing onto the ropes to support myself to stand. As you writhe on the canvas, I stomp right over and send a few hard kicks into the side of your body, especially the stomach.. Over and over.

06:36 Paul_Job: You hit me like I'm a soccer ball. Your kicks send me tumbling and finally I roll under the bottom rope and out of the ring. I walk across the floor, towards the audience, complaining of the pain in my body

06:37 Slammin_Samantha: I kick you right out of the ring, but I don't stop there.. "LOSER!" I bend my head through the ropes, sticking my tongue out at you before trying to step over the ropes.

06:40 Paul_Job: You insult me, making me even more nervous and mean. When I see your head between the ropes I don't waste time. I sprint towards you, place my hands on the back of your neck and pull down to try and crush your throat onto the rope beneath it. I try to make myself heavy to apply another strangulation maneuver, but much nastier and more dangerous

06:41 Slammin_Samantha: "GGAUGH" I moan out, my tongue still out as my neck spikes against the rope.. My feet slipping as they start to kick around, now being held up by the choke. Turning red like a tomato from the pressure, and I can't reach you from up here!!

06:45 Paul_Job: I've got you and I'm pulling you down to strangle you harder and harder. I lift my feet off the floor to put all of my nearly 60 kilograms into my choke move. I want to weaken you, the crowd disapproves, but this match is without disqualification and if you have accepted the condition you know that everything is fair, even this

06:46 Slammin_Samantha: Everything starting to get a bit blurry in my vision, not getting nearly enough air in my body to keep this up. And in a position like this, It was almost impossible to catch you. Instead, I try something a little more crazy. I grab the ropes, and attempt to throw my body through the ropes to fall on you.

06:50 Paul_Job: I keep pulling on your head, but you grab the rope and lean over. I'm not going to stop and drag you out of the ring. Your chest crawls on the rope and then you fall towards me. I move at the last moment to make you fall on the hard floor, head down

06:54 Slammin_Samantha: I come down, not in the way I intended and instead am forced by your pull. Coming to crash right on my head. "UUGHH" I'm left groaning on the cold ground, struggling to move as my head just took one hell of a drop.

06:56 Paul_Job: We're both out of the ring. I realize I have caused you serious harm, you seem to be in difficulty. I look around to study a way to hit you. I notice a cleaner's kit, there is a mop in a bucket. I'll take it and then come back to you. I try to hit you in the back with the mop stick, holding it with both hands

06:58 Slammin_Samantha: I start to try and get to my hands and feet, crawling around like a dog as I slowly arch back up before I take hard stick right to the spine. "AAAGHHH! MY BACK!" I scream out, feeling a shock of pain shoot down my entire back-side as I slam back down.

07:02 Paul_Job: I'm rarely this bad but your provocations have awakened the beast in me. Seeing you on the ground I still try to work on your throat. I place a knee between your shoulder blades to pin you to the ground, keeping you flat on your chest. Then I pass the stick under your neck and pull back with all my strength, to strangle you again

07:03 Slammin_Samantha: My head arched up as the pole pushes against my throat, choked and held in place by your knee as it presses down over my tender spine. "GUUGHHHHHH" I scream, drooling over myself as I can barely breathe. I grab the stick, trying to push it back...

07:06 Paul_Job: Try to move the stick, I have to resist. I move my knee off your shoulders and then sit on your back. I keep pulling, holding you in a dull camel clutch, but with the stick at your throat I pull your head back.

07:06 Paul_Job:

07:07 Slammin_Samantha: I keep shaking left and right, trying to wobble you off as that stick crushes my throat. My oxygen was down, and my muscles were taking the hit for it. I try and reach my arms up towards your head and claw blindly into your face for some kind of magical escape attemptt.

07:10 Paul_Job: You raise your hand and put it on my face. I let go of the stick with one hand and grab your wrist. I lift my ass slightly off your back to let you go to your side. I also pull your wrist with my other hand and then, I try to bite your hand with which you wanted to attack my face yt

07:11 Slammin_Samantha: "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH" I scream as your teeth crunch into my hand, trying to pull it out as hard as I can as I quickly try and slip my body free from underneath you. With my free hand, I reach for the stick and quickly raise it up to swing it across your face.

07:13 Paul_Job: I bite your hand till you manage to take the stick and hit my head with it. I'm surprised, didn't expect you could grab it, but it was quite close to us. I open my mouth and release your hand. Then stand on my feet and step backwards, put one hand on my head "You're a dead bitch!"

07:14 Slammin_Samantha: I keep the stick in my hand, crawling back just a bit but you come up and stand in front of me. I bend up to my knees and swing the stick up between your legs as hard as I can, almost breaking it against your crotch.

07:16 Paul_Job: I was moving away from you, and when I see you try to strike a blow, while you're on your knees, I jump back to avoid it "Oh, no no, darling". Just hit the air in front of me. Then I sprint and try a heel thrust to your chest to make you fall on your back again on the floor yt

07:17 Slammin_Samantha: My stick hits the air as you jump right over, shocking the crowd before stomping heel first over my chest and flattening my boobs. "AAGHHH" I scream out, throwing the stick and grabbing my chest as I roll around in pain.

07:19 Paul_Job: My kick hits the target. You fall with your shoulders to the ground and I smile. I get closer to you. The match is taking the direction I wanted. I grab your hair and pull you towards me to stand up. “Let's go for a walk.” If I can get you up, then I'll drag you towards the announce table

07:20 Slammin_Samantha: I hiss as you force me up, walking on the weak stables of my feet as we head straight for the tables. But I was barely aware, more concerned trying to escape this little trap you have inside my hair.

09:39 Paul_Job: I drag you towards the commentators' table, I notice that you try to resist, but I stop your reaction at the beginning, hitting you with a knee in the stomach to make you bend. “Get out of there,” I tell the two announcers who get up and clear the table. Then, since you are leaning forward, I wrap my arm around your neck, put your arm over the back of my neck and finally grab your thong to lift you into a vertical position, upside down, to try to make you fall on your back on the table

09:43 Slammin_Samantha: "AAGH" I moan as I bend over at your will. Your hand gripping my thong and I'm lifted feet first into the air. "AHHH NOOOOOOOOOO" I scream out as you suddenly drop us back and make crash right through the table! Busting my spine right over it as it collapses around my body.

09:48 Paul_Job: The audience is delirious with the violence of the blows and the way I am destroying you. You lie on the table, I stand up. I'm looking at you. I want to finish you and I'm taking a risk to do so. I get onto the ring apron and then climb onto the corner post. I'm looking at you. I'm a little scared. Then I take a breath and jump. I try to hit you in the chest with a flying elbow drop

09:48 Paul_Job:

09:55 Slammin_Samantha: My body crushed between the debris of the table, barely able to move my arms and pull myself out. But my legs were free, and as you jump down, I stick my feet out high and hope you land over them instead.

09:58 Paul_Job: While I'm in flight I see your legs retracting onto your chest. I would like to stop, change trajectory, but it's not possible. I land with my hip on your shins. The blow is very strong. I scream in pain at the impact, but I still crush you with my weight and the table beneath us gives way. We both fall to the ground, me on top of you. I'm sore, but I know you felt the effect of my flight too.

10:04 Slammin_Samantha: “Uuuummmghhh..” We bust through all of the debris, crashing hard on the floor together. Everything spinning in my sights, my muscles barely able to keep up and my energy was at its lowest. I try and shove your body off to the side and turn myself over, hoping to push up from the ground and get to my feet, heading for the ring…

10:10 Paul_Job: Your reaction lessens the effect of my elbow drop on you and causes me a lot of pain. I could have finished you off, but instead you push me and slide my sweaty body off yours. I roll to the floor, I see you walking towards the ring and I get to my feet too and scramble, moving towards the apron. I grab on and then roll under the bottom rope to get inside

10:12 Slammin_Samantha: I slide back into the ring, trying to get to my feet as you follow me in. I reach for your arm and pull you up to stand as before trying to spin around and throw you all the way into the corner turnbuckle as hard as I can..

10:20 Paul_Job: You've recovered fast form the chokes and the suplex. And you grab me as soon as I get in the ring. You throw me towards the corner. You make me run, I turn around and hit my back. I put my arms on the ropes. I complain of pain in my ribs

10:27 Slammin_Samantha: I snarl like an animal as I lock eyes with you, stomping my feet like a bull ready to charge. Then, I go! Running as fast as I can, sticking my shoulders out and bending low to aim a massive spear into your mid-section, and looking to crush your body deep in that corner.

10:30 Paul_Job: I see you running towards me like a bull. I put my hands on the highest strings and give myself momentum. I spread your legs and leave only the second pad for your chest. Then I try to put my thighs on your hips, sit on your back and try to slam you into the ground with a sunset flip. If I succeed I also try a pin, with the same movement

10:30 Paul_Job:

10:33 Slammin_Samantha: "WAAAH" I scream out as I slam into the corner and feel your immediate weight hit my back before we flip right over. I crash, piledriving my own head into the canvas as you carry my body through. "AAUGHH."

10:36 Paul_Job: I take my legs on your arms, push your legs towards your head to take you pinned in the middle of the ring. I see the ref, waiting for him to start counting

10:36 Paul_Job:

10:37 Slammin_Samantha: My legs shaking but I can barely stay awake. Held in such a humiliating position... "1!"

10:38 Paul_Job: I push your legs, spread them and pin your arms on the mat with my legs. He counts 2 and in the meanwhile i move my pelvis forwards, feeling your exposed ass pressed against my crotch

10:39 Slammin_Samantha: "Uughhh" I could feel your bulge against my butt, but there was nothing I could do about it. "3!" Ready to throw a tantrum in the ring but my energy was totally shot. I'm just completely defeated.

10:41 Paul_Job: The ref counts the three and i push you. I quickly stand on my feet and celebrate my victory. "Oh where's the super woman who slaps my face?" i taunt. And then put one foot between your breasts to continue and humiliate you

10:42 Slammin_Samantha: I groan and grab at your foot, trying to peel it back off my boobs as I kick you away.. "Aaaah.. f-fuck you.." I cry out..

10:44 Paul_Job: I remove my foot from your chest, i let the ref raise my hand in victory. I take some applauses, but also some boos by the crowd