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22:31 NattyFights: The arena dims, and the first notes of my entrance music pulse through the air. Draped in my ring robe, I step into the spotlight, each stride echoing with the rhythm of the crowd. I climb the ring steps with purpose, turning to face the audience and raising my arms, drawing a roar from them. I shed my robe, revealing my blue bikini, complemented by red pads and white wrestling boots. My hair is tied back in a sleek ponytail, streamlined for battle. I toss the robe aside and step through the ropes, my eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for Biff.

22:31 NattyFights:

22:39 Biff_the_Bruiser: My music starts to play and I make my way down the ramp ready to face my bikini clad opponent who had already wowed the crowd with her spectacular entrance. Wearing tight fitting black trunks with kneepads and boots, I slide my muscled body thru the ropes and start stretching. Trying to stay focused even as i admire your hot body across the ring. The crowd settling in and choosing their favorite as they wait for this intergender event to get underway.

22:40 Biff_the_Bruiser:

22:41 NattyFights: As Biff slides into the ring and starts stretching, I keep my composure sharp and my expression focused. I continue my warm-up, stretching my arms and legs, feeling the resilience of my muscles ready to spring into action. I glance over, acknowledging Biff's presence with a nod, allowing myself a brief moment to assess his stance and build. Then, I shift my attention back to my preparation, bouncing lightly on my toes to keep my adrenaline flowing.

11:06 Biff_the_Bruiser: I finish my warm up and study you for a moment, trying to assess your strengths and possible weaknesses. Noting that you look to be in great shape, even though you are giving away a lot of size. It remains to be seen if your wrestling skills are good enough to compensate for my considerable strength and weight advantage. But i will not be taking you lightly, this is an important federation match with both of us looking to build our reputations. Finally we face off, waiting for the bell.

06:54 NattyFights: As you circle and lunge toward me, I respond instinctively, meeting you in the center of the ring for the lockup. Despite your size advantage, I leverage my agility, staying light on my feet. I press firmly against your force, muscles tensed, demonstrating that I won't be easily overpowered. Feeling the crowd's energy intensify, I focus on maintaining a solid grip while looking for an opening to execute a maneuver. "Not bad, Biff," I say, voice steady, eyes locked on yours. "But it's going to take more than strength to win this one." With a swift motion, I attempt to transition our lockup into a wrist lock, aiming to twist and control your arm, setting the tone that this match will be a battle of wit and technique as much as it is of brute force. The bell rings, echoing our movements, signaling the official start of what promises to be a fiercely competitive match.

10:18 Biff_the_Bruiser: I move toward you at the bell, trying to take the early advantage. Surprised that you want to lock up with me considering that I am considerably larger than you. I start to shove you back toward the ropes, demonstrating my power. You twist my wrist trying to control my arm but I am able to twist it back the other way, at the same time continuing to press you backwards toward the ropes. "You may be a strong girl, but not strong enough to defeat me" I reply softly. Enjoying the struggle with my pretty bikini clad foe as we exchange grunts, both of us determined to prevail.

15:26 NattyFights: As you press me back against the ropes, I keep my footing agile, letting the tension build but not break. “Strength isn’t everything,” I retort with a grin, even as you force me back. The referee steps in, seeing the ropes in play, and begins his count for a break. “One… Two… Three… Four…” He counts steadily. Using the count to my advantage, I prepare for a quick maneuver. At “Four,” just before the final count, I suddenly drop down and pull on your arm, aiming to use your forward momentum against you. If successful, this would whip you into the ropes instead, reversing our positions. As you bounce back toward me, I’m ready to leap up, trying to catch you with a quick arm drag to take you down to the mat, showing that while I might not match your strength, I can compete with smart, tactical wrestling.

18:06 Biff_the_Bruiser: I force you back into the ropes, but then i hear the ref counting and i let you go at 4, even as you drop down to your knees(?), pulling me into the ropes ufffff. I bounce off, trying to send a punch in your direction......but you grab my arm and take me down to the mat with an arm drag, impressing the crowd.....even as I try to roll back to my feet before you can attack again.

22:13 NattyFights: As you regain your footing, I take the opportunity to charge towards you. I launch into the air, aiming a dropkick at your chest with all the speed and agility at my disposal. The move is crisp, and the crowd holds its breath as I fly towards you, my boots poised for impact.

22:24 Biff_the_Bruiser: I get up to resume the bout but you are fast, slamming into my big chest with both boots WHUMP unngghh.......driving me back against the ropes, bouncing off and then dropping to my hands and knees .....growling at you as the crowd roars, loving the action so far.

22:37 NattyFights: Capitalizing on your momentary disorientation from the dropkick, I swiftly scramble to my feet. As you’re on your hands and knees, I close in, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the center of the ring. The crowd’s roar fuels my determination. Once in position, I use your momentary weakness to my advantage, clubbing you over the back to further soften you up. Feeling you buckle slightly under the impact, I quickly transition, wrapping my arm around your neck and my leg over your arm, securing you in a tight octopus stretch. My other leg hooks around your waist, pulling against you to maximize the pressure. “I’ve got you now, Biff!” I shout over the crowd’s noise, tightening my hold, the octopus stretch fully locked in.

22:45 Biff_the_Bruiser: I see you scrambling to get back to your feet, then attempting to charge at me raising your fist. But this time i am ready, playing a bit of possum as i remain down on all fours....waiting for the right moment. Then as you come close, i rise up to my knees and send my right fist deep into your solar plexus to stop you in your tracks and hopefully shift the momentum in my favor.

22:45 Biff_the_Bruiser:

22:47 NattyFights: As I charge towards you, my fist raised to keep the pressure relentless, I’m caught off guard by your sudden counter. Your right fist drives hard into my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me. The sharp pain halts me in my tracks, and I immediately drop to my knees, clutching my chest, struggling to catch my breath. The crowd reacts with a mix of shock and excitement at the sudden shift in momentum. Gasping for air, I try to focus, knowing I need to recover quickly despite the throbbing pain.

23:13 Biff_the_Bruiser: My brutal punch sends you down to your knees writhing in agony, clutching at your stomach and gasping for air. I smile at the favorable turn of events, getting back to my feet and yanking you roughly to your feet. Holding you in place with one hand while i slam a forearm smash right across your chest, attempting to send you down hard onto your back. The sweat flying off my brow from the effort as the crowd is now starting to appreciate the power of the man known as the Bruiser!

23:16 NattyFights: As your forearm smash connects with my chest, the sheer force sends me crashing down onto the mat. The impact resonates through the ring, and I can hear the crowd reacting, some in awe of your power, others rallying behind me, urging me to get up. Lying on the mat, I feel every ounce of that hit, the pain sharp and immediate. But the roar of the crowd, a mix of cheers and shouts, stirs something resilient within me. I refuse to stay down. Shaking off the pain as best I can, I drag myself towards the edge of the ring, reaching out to grasp the ropes.

23:29 Biff_the_Bruiser: I watch as you drag yourself over to the ropes and start pulling yourself, the crowd rallying behind you. I move up behind you, waiting until you are halfway up then start pummeling your lower back with short jabs, one after the other. Showing you no mercy as i attempt to soften you up for the kill. "Im afraid this wont be your day Natty" I mutter, smiling wickedly at you. Then wrapping my huge arms around your slim body to hoist you up for a German suplex.

23:31 NattyFights: As your jabs land on my lower back, each one sends a jolt of pain shooting through me. The sharp, focused strikes make it clear you’re intent on wearing me down. I grit my teeth against the discomfort, the repeated impacts testing my resolve.As I feel your arms wrap around my waist, the threat of the German suplex looming, I grip the top rope tightly with both hands, anchoring myself to prevent being lifted. Your breath hot on my neck, I can hear your muttered prediction, but I’m not ready to let this match end on your terms. With every ounce of strength and desperation, I start throwing sharp elbows backwards, aiming for your face.

23:32 NattyFights: “Think again, Biff!” I shout back, my voice gritty with effort. The impacts of my elbows make it increasingly difficult for you to maintain your grip. I keep fighting, each elbow a bid for freedom, hoping to break your hold and shift the momentum back in my favor.

23:43 Biff_the_Bruiser: Despite my infliction of pain into your lower back, you stubbornly grip the ropes to avoid my suplex. Then start throwing elbows back at my face and chest, hard enough to make me back away from the ropes, grunting with the impact. But still determined to keep you trapped on the ropes......waiting for you to turn around as i prepare my next attack.

23:46 NattyFights: As you prepare for your next move, I quickly turn around, my back still throbbing from your jabs. Reading your stance, I sense an incoming attack. With a calculated risk, I feint a charge towards you, hoping to provoke a reaction.

23:46 NattyFights: I hope to make you slip up as I charge towards the opposite ropes, gaining speed as I rebound off the ropes and send you out of the ring with a dropkick.

00:00 Biff_the_Bruiser: I see you turn and start to charge at me, causing to me swing a big fist at your head, but you slip past me going for the opposite ropes and rebounding back towards me. I am caught off balance for a moment and your dropkick connects with my broad back unngghh.....sending me forward into the ropes and almost out of the ring, but i grab the middle rope, holding on tightly as i catch my breath. The crowd loving your comeback, most of them cheering you on .

00:01 Biff_the_Bruiser:

04:26 NattyFights: With the crowd's cheers ringing in my ears, I capitalize on the momentum, seeing you clutching the middle rope, struggling to regain your composure. I approach swiftly, determination etched on my face. Reaching for your head to gain control, I pull you slightly back from the ropes to give myself enough room. Then, I draw back my arm and launch a European uppercut with precision and force, aiming right under your chin. The move is designed to not just stagger you but to knock you completely off balance, hoping to send you tumbling off the apron and down to ringside.

11:02 Biff_the_Bruiser: I am still struggling to maintain my balance as i hold onto the ropes, leaving me vulnerable for the moment as you pull me back toward you. Then cocking your small fist you connect with a solid uppercut to my big jaw POW! ....snapping my head back and sending me tumbling back onto the apron and then down to the floor with a big THUD! Leaving my muscled body lying dazed in a heap as the young Asian beauty stands at the ropes, drinking in the accolades from the crowd!

11:02 Biff_the_Bruiser:

17:03 NattyFights: As you crash down to the ringside floor with a resonant thud, the arena erupts in cheers for the dramatic turn in the match. Standing on the apron, I soak in the roaring approval of the crowd, their energy electrifying the air. I gaze down at you, your muscular form sprawled on the ground, and I can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This is my moment to truly shine. With the crowd chanting, I climb the turnbuckles, reaching the top rope with a poised and calculated ascent. As I stand atop the turnbuckle, I glance back at the crowd, raising my arms in a victorious gesture, drawing even louder cheers. With a deep breath, I turn to face you, watching for any sign of movement. Seeing you stir but still dazed, I leap off the top rope, extending my body into a high-flying crossbody splash.

17:16 Biff_the_Bruiser: I start to move a bit, trying to sit up and rubbing my sore jaw. I hear the crowd buzzing about something, growing louder and louder. Then i look up to see your sexy body poised on top of the ring post......ready to fly. But its too late to avoid as you come splashing down on top of my big chest Wham! Flattening me under the weight of all of your marvelous 135 lbs! Unngghh! The crowd chanting your name as you lay across my battered body.

18:16 NattyFights: As the crowd’s cheers continue to fill the arena, echoing the impact of my successful crossbody, I draw from their energy, finding a second wind. I quickly scramble to my feet, the thrill of the moment propelling me forward. You’re still reeling from the splash, and I seize the opportunity to keep the pressure relentless. I pull you up with a firm grip, noting the weariness in your movements. I position myself strategically, then with a powerful heave, I whip you towards the corner of the ring where the steel steps await.

18:32 Biff_the_Bruiser: You seem to be energized by your successful body splash, getting up then pulling my heavy body back to my feet as I let out a big grunt, playing a bit of possum to make you think i am weaker than i really am. Waiting as you attempt to whip me toward the steel steps but at the last second, trying to use my superior body weight to reverse it and send you crashing into those steps instead!

18:34 NattyFights: As I try to whip you towards the steel steps, you suddenly leverage your superior body weight, reversing the momentum. Caught off guard by the quick turn of events, I find myself hurtling towards the steel steps instead. With no time to adjust or brace properly, I crash back-first into the unforgiving metal, the impact jarring my entire body. The sharp pain that shoots through my back is intense, and I slump down beside the steps, clutching at my back and groaning in pain. The crowd’s cheers turn into gasps at the sudden reversal, their excitement tinged with concern.

18:39 Biff_the_Bruiser: Sweating hard from my big effort, I cant help but smile after sending you crashing into the unforgiving steel steps. My turn to cause you some pain...HA HA. Seeing you go down moaning in pain holding your back, I cant resist stomping on your belly. Trying to keep the pressure on and weaken you further before i try to get you back into the ring. The crowd booing me now.

18:42 NattyFights: As your boots mercilessly stomp down on my belly, each blow forces groans of pain from me, intensifying the crowd’s boos. You return to the ring as the referee is counting. Despite the pain, I hear the referee’s count nearing its end. Summoning every bit of strength, I manage to roll back into the ring, barely beating the count at nine. Lying on the canvas, I catch my breath, the pain throbbing but the immediate threat of a count-out avoided. Now inside the ring, I focus on recovering.

18:48 Biff_the_Bruiser: I leave you lying on the floor, moaning and trying to catch your breath. Rolling back into the ring to wait and see if you can make it back in time. The ref counts and i know that i am closing in on victory...........7....8....9.......but nope, you make it back just in time and the fight continues. Good, i think, that would have been too easy. The ref forces me to step back as you are still down trying to recover. "Cmon Natty, lets go girl.....if you can still continue........." I say taunting you a bit.

18:50 NattyFights: Struggling to my feet with the aid of the ropes, I steady myself, feeling the lingering ache from your attacks. The referee comes over, concern etched on his face, asking if I’m able to continue. I nod firmly, determined not to let this match end on anything less than my terms. Turning to face you, I catch your taunt, a mix of challenge and encouragement. Drawing in a deep breath, I straighten up, pushing past the pain. My voice carries clear and defiant across the ring, “Is this the worst you can do?” My eyes lock onto yours, a spark of defiance flickering as I ready myself, signaling I’m not just still in this fight—I’m here to win it.

18:56 Biff_the_Bruiser: You get back to your feet, looking defiant as i raise my big arms high in the air. Both of us have taken some punishment but both of still determined to win this thing. I move toward you faking a left hand punch at your head, but then swinging my big boot up at your chest, trying to catch you off guard.

18:59 NattyFights: As you approach with your arms raised high, signaling your readiness to continue our clash, I brace myself for your next move. When you feint a left punch, my instincts kick in, and I momentarily shift to block. But then, your real intent becomes clear as you swing your boot towards my chest. I react just in time, catching your leg as it comes at me. Holding your leg firm, I quickly capitalize on your momentarily unbalanced stance. I deliver a sharp elbow strike to your knee, causing you to wince and destabilize further. Using this moment, I execute a dragon screw, twisting and pulling on your leg to bring you down to the mat.

19:07 Biff_the_Bruiser: Your quickness pays off as you catch my boot, then twist it to throw me off balance. Followed by a sharp elbow to my knee owwww. Then twisting my leg and pulling me down to the mat with a thump oooooff. The crowd lets out a roar as you appear to be back in control, at least for the moment. But i try to scramble back to my feet before you can do any further damage.

19:09 NattyFights: Capitalizing on your temporary disorientation from the dragon screw, I rush to keep the momentum in my favor. As you scramble to regain your footing, I quickly follow up, targeting the leg I just took down. With swift, precise kicks to the back of your knee, I aim to weaken the leg further, undermining your stability and mobility. Seeing you struggle, I grab your leg again, dragging you across the mat towards the corner. Your resistance is palpable, but I manage to maintain control. Once at the corner, I roll out of the ring, still gripping your leg. With a calculated motion, I swing your leg hard into the steel ring post, using the unyielding metal to inflict more pain.

19:15 Biff_the_Bruiser: I manage to get back to my feet but you get behind me and start kicking the back of my thick leg oww oww oww.......the crowd is loving it. Then as you get me me a bit off balance, you start shoving me toward the corner trying to slam my leg against the steel post. But as we approach the corner I grab your head to pull you into a headlock and stop your momentum. At the same time, sending punches at your ribs with my free hand.

19:18 NattyFights: As you grab my head and pull me into a headlock, I feel the pressure clamp around my neck, your grip firm and decisive. The punches to my ribs come quick and hard, each one driving the air from my lungs as I struggle to maintain my stance. Despite the pain and the constricting hold, I refuse to let this setback derail my focus. In a burst of resolve, I release your leg, shifting my strategy. With quick thinking, I wrap my arms around your waist, using your momentary distraction from punching to execute a move. I lift and twist, channeling all my strength into throwing you over with a Northern Lights Suplex. The arena lights blur as we rotate in the air, and then you hit the mat with a solid thump, the impact echoing through the ring. Without missing a beat, I bridge up, arching my back and pressing down on your shoulders, pinning you to the mat as the referee slides in for the count.

19:32 Biff_the_Bruiser: I can feel my punches weakening you but then you somehow slip out of my headlock to wrap your arms around my thick waist. Lifting me up with a big grunt, then sending me flying back over your head with a big suplex that impresses the crowd. BAMM! i hit the mat hard, with you on top of me, bridging up while keeping my shoulders down for the count unngghh. The crowd yells out along with him.......ONE........TWO...........but i manage to kick out just in time, sitting up and breathing hard.

19:35 NattyFights: Feeling the match tipping into its critical phase, I watch you narrowly escape the pin, kicking out just after the second count. The crowd is electric, their energy palpable as they react to every near fall and reversal. Noting your exhaustion, I quickly refocus on your weakened state, particularly your leg which I’ve targeted throughout our match. I circle you, calculating, then swiftly move in to continue the assault. I deliver a series of sharp kicks to your leg, each strike designed to further sap your strength and limit your mobility. As you grimace and try to protect the targeted leg, I seize the opportunity to escalate my attack. Grabbing your leg, I drag you to the center of the ring, preventing any easy escape to the ropes. With a practiced motion, I position your leg and mine, then expertly lock in a Figure Four Leg Lock.

00:25 Biff_the_Bruiser: We both get back to our feet to resume the bout. You start kicking at my leg, trying to wear me down owwww .....adding to my bruises there. Then trying to pull me off balance and down to the mat, but i resist that move by throwing a hard elbow at your chest to create some space btwn us. Then letting out a loud growl as I move closer to wrap my strong arms around your slim waist, intending to lift you up over my head and deliver a power bomb, driving you down hard into the canvas! Shifting the momentum back in my favor.

04:00 NattyFights: I get hit with a rough elbow to the chest, stunning me. You haul me onto your shoulders and I try to get out of the powerbomb by delivering punches to your head.

16:05 Biff_the_Bruiser: I lift you up high in the air, ready to finish you off with a powerbomb. But then you start pummeling me with punches at my head.....owww ooooh owww oooh.......I have no choice but to drop you to the canvas, backing off and holding my head in pain. unngghh.....trying to recover before you attack me again.

16:39 NattyFights: With one final, desperate punch, you stagger, unable to maintain your hold. I feel myself released, landing back on the canvas on my feet. Watching you clutch your head and reel back, I know this is a critical moment. Without hesitation, I dash to the ropes, using their spring to propel myself back towards you with increased velocity. As I approach, I lower my shoulder and launch into a spear, aiming to drive into your midsection with all my momentum.

16:47 Biff_the_Bruiser: Your punches have taken their toll on me, my head a mass of bruises now One of my eyes is swollen and half shut. After landing on your feet, I see you spring off the ropes, charging at me........coming too fast! I send a desperate overhand punch in your direction but it sails over your head as you go low and slam a shoulder deep into my gut arrrrrrgghhhh......taking me down to the mat with you on top of me WHAM!

16:59 NattyFights: With your overhand punch missing its mark due to my low dive, my spear connects solidly. The impact of my shoulder driving into your gut sends us both crashing to the mat with a thunderous WHAM! The crowd roars, sensing a pivotal moment in our grueling match. As you lay winded beneath me, I quickly capitalize on your vulnerable state. I hook one of your legs high, leveraging my body weight to pin your shoulders firmly against the mat. The referee slides into position, his hand raised, ready to count.

17:09 Biff_the_Bruiser: I let out a groan as you lie on top of me, hooking one of my big legs while you press down on my shoulders. We lay chest to chest now and i feel the firmness of your strong shapely body against mine. I push up hard but you have knocked the wind out of me, its not quite enough to dislodge you as the ref slaps the mat once........then twice........I let out a big grunt as I give it one more try........unnngghh....

17:12 NattyFights: Feeling the intensity of the moment, I press down harder as the referee's hand hits the mat for the second count. Just as it seems the match might be decided, you muster a powerful push, your body tensing with effort. With a determined grunt, you manage to kick out, breaking the pin just before the decisive third count. Surprised but undeterred, I quickly roll away and pull myself up, backing into the corner of the ring. I watch you closely as you slowly rise, catching your breath, the resilience you display only fueling my resolve. From my corner, I crouch slightly, readying myself, my eyes locked on you as I prepare for the next opportunity to strike.

17:19 Biff_the_Bruiser: I am barely able to raise a shoulder to avoid the 3 count, but its just enough to save the day.....at least for the moment. You roll away and move to the corner as i slowly get to my feet, still catching my breath and rubbing my belly. I see you crouching, no doubt getting ready to strike again like a panther stalking her prey. I raise my arms high in a defensive position, tired and sweaty as i try to prepare myself for your next move. The crowd chanting your name.

17:20 Biff_the_Bruiser:

17:20 NattyFights: With the crowd's chants of my name fueling my adrenaline, I watch you carefully as you brace yourself defensively, your arms raised high and your body showing signs of fatigue. This match has pushed both of us to our limits, and I know this could be a critical moment. With a deep breath, I push off from the corner, sprinting across the ring towards you. My focus is razor-sharp as I aim to repeat my earlier success with another spear. I lower my body, targeting your midsection with the intent to drive all my momentum into you, hoping this move will be decisive.

17:27 Biff_the_Bruiser: You spring out from the corner with the speed of a panther, seemingly still full of energy, going low once more as you concentrate on my already injured mid section ........the impact is even harder this time, my muscled body folding over yours and then collapsing face down onto the canvas oooooooff. I lay there on my belly gasping for air as you land on top impressing the crowd with your clever ring tactics which seem to be more than enough to overcome my brute strength.

17:31 NattyFights: As you collapse face down on the canvas, the impact of the spear leaving you gasping for air, I quickly maneuver to capitalize on the moment. With the crowd's cheers echoing around us, I hook one of your legs again and press my body weight down on yours to secure the cover. Feeling the urgency of the moment, I nod confidently at the referee as he positions himself beside us, his hand ready to count the pinfall. The mat reverberates with each slap: "One!" The sound sharp in the charged atmosphere. "Two!" The anticipation builds, the crowd holding their breath. I tighten my grip, preparing for any attempt you might make to break free, my eyes focused and determined, waiting to see if the third count will secure my victory.

17:37 Biff_the_Bruiser: I cant stop you as you shove me over onto my back and lay across me, pressing your sexy body on top of mine, my leg raised high to secure the pin. I hear the ref slapping the mat, almost in slow motion.......it seems to be taking forever........ ONE.........TWO..........but this time i dont have enough left in the tank to break the count........THREE!! The ref signals for the bell and the crowd erupts in cheers as your victory is now complete.

17:40 NattyFights: As the referee's hand hits the mat for the third and final count, a wave of relief washes over me. The sound of the bell ringing through the arena signifies the end of a grueling and hard-fought match. I slowly rise, my body aching but adrenaline still coursing through my veins as the reality of my victory sinks in. The referee, acknowledging my win, comes over to assist me to my feet. With his help, I stand in the center of the ring, raising my hand high. The crowd's cheers fill the arena, a roaring approval of the match's intensity and my performance. I take a moment to soak in the victory, the cheers, and the support, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment after such a challenging bout. Turning towards you, I offer a nod of respect for the tough fight you put up, acknowledging your strength and resilience, which pushed me to my limits.

17:46 Biff_the_Bruiser: I let out a long slow groan as you get off me and stand to receive your due as the victor in this grueling battle that has finally concluded. Sitting up tired and bruised, listening to the cheers of the crowd. I offer my congratulations to my beautiful opponent who has bested me this day before rolling out of the ring and heading for the locker room to soak away my wounds with a long hot shower.

17:47 NattyFights: