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NinjaJoe: I arrive at the beach 🏖️ Astonished about the great outdoor ring they build from OPCW Fed! Im searching my locker tent and get inside, starting preparing. Put on my camou singlet and my red lucky 🍀 thong underneath. Hope it would give me more luck that time! Because I lost my first OPCW Match vs WrestleGirl Erin!

NinjaJoe: I hear the crowd cheering and the announcer shout out: Ladies and Gentlemen this Afternoon we have a special mixed match Natty vs NinjaJoe!

NinjaJoe: And now first entering the ring, the old Roooookieeee: 44 Years, Standing 5,7’ and 180pounds, The Bear of Germany: NiiinnnnjaaaaaaJoooeeeee

NinjaJoe: I jump out of the tent walk confident trough the crowd, and climb into the ring, starts stretching my parts of the body and pose my muscles 💪🏽

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NattyFights: The moment NinjaJoe’s music fades, the speakers blast a fierce rock riff, signaling the arrival of the storm that’s about to hit. The crowd stirs as I burst through the entrance, eyes burning with fury. Dressed in a sleek blue bikini that hugs my athletic frame, with white paddings and boots, my ponytail whips over my shoulder as I storm down the makeshift ramp. I don’t waste time playing nice. I march straight to the ring, my jaw clenched, fists tightened. My eyes lock onto NinjaJoe, and I don’t hide the rage boiling inside me. Last month, I was supposed to fight for the Ladies Championship. My shot. My moment. And it was stolen from me—not by skill, not by loss, but because my opponent didn’t even show up.

NattyFights: I stop at the ring apron and slap the canvas with both hands before rolling under the ropes. Rising to my feet, I pace like a caged lioness, my chest rising and falling with frustration. Then I step right up to NinjaJoe, getting in his face, my voice cutting through the noise. “You have no idea how pissed off I am tonight. That title was mine, and thanks to some coward running off, I didn’t get my shot. So now? I’m taking out every bit of that frustration on YOU.” I shove him back just enough to make my message clear. The ref scrambles in to separate us, but I don’t break eye contact. The crowd is already on their feet, sensing the storm that’s about to break loose. I step back, bouncing on my toes, rolling my wrists. “Ring the damn bell.”

NattyFights:

NinjaJoe: U push me back intensely, I’m short a bit shocking 😳 of ur powerful and fast stepping in. I face u too and shout: “maybe that one which doesn’t appears just wanted to give u a chance not to wake up at ambulance!”

NattyFights: I smirk at NinjaJoe’s words, but there’s no humor in my expression—just raw, simmering aggression. My hands ball into fists at my sides as I tilt my head, stepping even closer so our faces are nearly touching. “You think I need a chance?” My voice is low but dripping with venom. “Nah, Joe. That no-show last month? That was mercy. I don’t do mercy.” I suddenly shove him back again, harder this time, making sure he stumbles just enough to feel the power difference between us. The crowd erupts as the intensity spikes, and the ref scrambles to maintain order. “Push your luck tonight, Joe, and it won’t be me waking up in an ambulance—it’ll be you wondering if you ever should’ve signed up for this fight in the first place.”

NinjaJoe: “Shut up! U really have a big mouth 👄! If I walked over u, they have to scratch u from the bottom, Bitch!” While I stumble back a bit, but just do a turn around and jump back to centre, put myself in a fight position. “Ref, ring the bell!”

NinjaJoe: 🔔 🔔 🔔

NinjaJoe: In the moment I hear the bell, I know, that I’m forced to start with a fast opening, to avoid u get in a good fight flow.

NinjaJoe: I decide to run to u fast, aim to spear my shoulder in ur gut, to force and shove u back, going to smash u with ur back against the corner. “Aaaaaiiijjjjj”

NattyFights: As my back smashes into the corner, I let out a grunt, feeling the impact rattle through my spine. But if NinjaJoe thinks he’s got me trapped this early, he’s got another thing coming. With a snarl, I raise both arms and club him hard across the back, my forearms slamming down like hammers. THWACK! THWACK! I don’t hold back—I’m fueled by frustration, and I want him to feel every bit of it. “Get OFF me!” I roar, bringing my arms down again, my strikes getting heavier. The crowd pops as I fight back against his charge, my muscles tensing as I try to shove him off me.

NinjaJoe: Uff 😩, uff 😩 bam 💥 💥 ur forearms hitting like stones on my back, oh my god! Never expected that heavy strikes of that woman! Fuck, I have to get off that position, I’m still bend over, my right shoulder in ur stomach. I duck a bit deeper, wrap my arms behind around ur legs, grab hard at the back of thighs near ur squats and start to do a fast hook and flip back. Hope I’m able to make u Suplex over my shoulders and make u smash on canvas with ur back, my back on ur front of the upper body.

NinjaJoe:

NattyFights: "Aghhh!" I grunt as my back smacks against the canvas, the impact sending a jolt of pain through my spine. I arch my body for a moment, my arms sprawled out as the crowd reacts to NinjaJoe’s sudden reversal. But I’m not staying down. Not tonight. I grit my teeth and roll onto my side, forcing myself up onto my elbows before planting my hands down and pushing myself back to my feet. My breathing is heavy, but my eyes are locked on him—fierce, determined, and pissed. "Not bad, Joe..." I mutter, cracking my neck. "But I hope you didn’t think that was enough to keep me down."

NinjaJoe: 💭 fuck, she can take much! And still stand up!! I circle around, taking time to recover after that big efforts: “well, and you didn’t expected that it starts that, sweetie!”

NinjaJoe: Just saying that, and go for reaching for your leg, then turning aside to slam you on the canvas with a dragon screw.

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NattyFights: As NinjaJoe grabs for my leg and starts twisting for the Dragon Screw, I react instantly. I plant my free foot on the mat, using his momentum to push off and launch myself into the air. Twisting my body mid-motion, I snap my leg up and around— CRACK! 💥 My enzuigiri kick connects flush to the side of his head! The impact echoes, and the crowd erupts as NinjaJoe’s head whips to the side.

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NinjaJoe: In the moment I go for the dragon screw, I feel that Natty starting a fast reaction and one second later, I noticed her boots are kicking directly to the side of my head! 💥 aooorrsh, spit flies out of my mouth, ohhh shit 💭 stunned of that incredible hard attack, I turn around twice and fall on mats motionless!

NinjaJoe: Laying on mats in my stomach, wiggle in pain, trying to push myself up, on my knees. But still dizzy of that hard attack!

NattyFights: I see NinjaJoe struggling to get up, still dazed from my enzuigiri kick, and I know this is my moment to take control. With a fierce glare, I grab a handful of his head, yanking him up to his feet. I don’t give him a second to recover—I tighten my grip and haul him forward, dragging him toward the nearest corner. “Time to wake up, Joe!” I shout before slamming his face straight into the turnbuckle! SMASH! 💥 The crowd erupts as his head bounces off the pad, his body recoiling from the impact. But I’m not done. Oh, no. Still gripping his head, I pull him back slightly… and slam him face-first into the turnbuckle again! And again! The crowd counts along with every impact! “ONE! TWO! THREE!”

NinjaJoe: Com: what a beast of a woman fighter, NATTYYYYY! Actually she is playing with NinjaJoe like a Toyboy!

NinjaJoe: Com: NinjaJoe has to wake up and fight for his life! The Gentleman Time like he starts that softly is blown out!

NinjaJoe: I feel being pulled by u but can’t stop u smashing me against the turnbuckle, that impact makes me still being stunned 😧, horrible pain in my head and it explodes one, two, three! That wasn’t the way I want to be demonstrated by a woman! Suddenly I try to focus to push my elbow back, aiming to hit ur stomach, to break off that terrible situation! Turn around and scream: aaaarrrr take that: hook my knee up and smash it at ur bent forward face to make u swip back!

NattyFights: As NinjaJoe throws his elbow back, aiming for my stomach, my instincts kick in fast. Instead of taking the hit, I snatch his arm out of the air, grabbing hold of his wrist and twisting it behind his back in one fluid motion! "Not so fast, Joe!" I snarl as I wrench his arm up into a tight chicken wing, forcing his shoulder at an awkward angle. Before he can react, I quickly wrap my free arm around his face, locking in a brutal crossface hold! The crowd erupts as I drag him away from the corner, torquing his arm and neck viciously. His body is bent, his back arched in pain as I tighten my grip. “How’s that feel, huh?!” I shout, yanking back even harder.

NattyFights:

NinjaJoe: Uff 😩, aarrshshshsh, fffuuucckkk, I moan in pain being trapped in that terrible chicken wing with ur crossface hold! My back hurts that much!!! I struggle with my legs around fast, trying to put one feet on the bottom rope to get of that shit situation. Gladly I feel the rope at my right feet and stay in touch: „reffffff“ I hope he reacts and decides to let me go off that terrible hold. What should I do!??

NattyFights: I hear the ref start the count to five, but I don’t let go immediately—I torque the hold even harder, yanking back with every last second I can get away with. "You wanted a fight, Joe? Here it is!" I snarl, feeling his body struggle under my grip. "FOUR… FIVE!" I finally release him, shoving him forward roughly as I step back, shaking out my arms. Joe is hurting, clutching at his shoulder, trying to shake off the damage—but I’m not about to give him time to recover. I take off running towards the far ropes, my boots pounding against the canvas. I bounce off the ropes with full momentum and charge back towards him— 💥 BOOM! 💥 I dropkick him square in the back, putting everything I’ve got into the impact! The force sends Joe flying forward, tumbling between the ropes and crashing out of the ring onto the sand-covered floor outside! The crowd erupts, some cheering, some gasping at the brutal fall. I roll back onto my feet, breathing heavy, watching Joe struggle on the ground. A smirk crosses my face. "You better stay down, Joe. The beach ain’t a bad place for a nap!" I taunt, placing my hands on my hips. But I’m not done yet. If he starts to get up, I’ll climb to the top rope, preparing to launch myself for a diving splash onto him outside the ring! 🔥🔥🔥

NinjaJoe: I’m glad the ref counts and fuck, she still hold me until count 5!! In the moment u shove me away I moan: „just a lucky run for u actually! I will show uuuu….“ but my speech is broken hardly by ur terrible Dropkick on my back! I’m forced forward can’t stop and tumbling over the top rope, crashing on the sand! “Mmmuummmmyyy, fuckkk, what a nasty biii…! I pull my leg towards my side, trying to stand up, I’m really angry 😤, that have to stop ✋

NattyFights: As I climb to the top rope, the crowd roars in anticipation—they know something big is coming. My eyes lock onto Joe as he starts to push himself up, still groggy but clearly pissed. "Stay down, Joe!" I shout before leaping into the air! I soar off the top rope, my body stretched out for a high-impact diving splash—but at the last second, Joe moves! 💥 CRASH! 💥 I slam chest-first into the sand, the impact knocking the wind out of me! My body bounces slightly before I roll onto my side, coughing, clutching my ribs. "Aghhh… damn it…!" I groan, my fingers digging into the sand as I try to recover.

NinjaJoe: I wake up of my dizzy 🥴 feelings because of the crowd is screaming, gladly I push myself over side and roll out of the danger zone! Sand spread around as u falling down near to me. I face u, and know that’s my chance to get back in the fight!

NinjaJoe: I push myself up as fast as I can. Step to u, grab ur hair and pull u up, starting to smash ur head one, two, three, four 💥 💥 💥 against the ring bottom corner. „U want it hard, ok , now, u get ur revanche, bitch!”

NinjaJoe: After I hit u several times against the corner, I pull ur head down, between my standing strong thighs lock u in, wrap my arms around ur waist and lift u up, than let me fall down on my butt smashing ur head on sand bottom with a pile driver! 💥

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NattyFights: BAM! BAM! BAM! My head smashes against the ring apron corner again and again, my skull rattling with each brutal impact. The sand clings to my sweat-covered skin as I slump in Joe’s grip, my arms weakly hanging at my sides. "Ughhh..." I groan, my body dazed from the repeated blows. Before I can react, I feel my head yanked downward, trapped between his thighs. My mind is hazy, my breaths heavy, but I know what’s coming next—and there’s nothing I can do about it. Joe’s arms wrap around my waist, and suddenly I feel my body being hoisted up. The crowd gasps as he lifts me into position for a devastating piledriver. 💥 BOOM! 💥 My head spikes into the sand, the impact jarring my entire body! My arms fall limp, my legs twitch slightly before slumping motionless. I roll onto my side, my chest heaving as I stare up at the lights, my vision blurry, my brain fogged from the brutal landing. I’m dizzy as hell, struggling to register what just happened. The crowd is buzzing, half in shock, half roaring at the intensity of the street fight. I try to push myself up, but my arms feel like jelly, my head pounding.

NinjaJoe: I feel an deep satisfaction in that moment smashing u in that pile driver. I get up, well exhausted already, but I want to bring that match to end fast because I heard about ur long endurance! So I grab ur hair pull u up too, swing around and throw u under the bottom rope into the ring back. U slide over the canvas like a toygirl: „Time for PayBack, Bitch!“ I climb into the ring afterwards and and step over u turn u around, ur stomach on canvas. Take ur weak legs under my armpits and pull u up a bit, but sitting on ur back and stretch u in a Boston Crab Hold. „Yeah, how does it feels!??“ The crowd is screaming seeing that intensity of stretching!

NinjaJoe:

NattyFights: As Joe locks in the Boston Crab, an intense shock of pain shoots up my spine. My back bends unnaturally, my abs straining as he sits down deep, cranking the hold viciously. "AAAAAGHHH!!" I scream, my fingers digging into the canvas as I thrash in agony. My legs are trapped under his grip, my lower back feeling like it’s on fire. "Ughh… nnghh…!" My teeth clench, my arms trembling as I desperately reach for the ropes, clawing my way forward inch by inch. The crowd is going wild, sensing the moment of struggle—will I tap, or can I survive? I growl through the pain, my fingers stretching towards the ropes. My muscles are burning, my body screaming for relief.

NinjaJoe: I’m glad finding the best way to tame that highflying beast of a bitch! I maintain my hold and tighten my grip. To avoid u may catching the bottom rope, I get up of ur back and pull ur legs and body up, through my legs, still in control of ur thighs under my armpits. I pull u up, but bend ur back even harder, finally I got u bend back totally, my knee press u head into canvas.

NinjaJoe:

NinjaJoe: „It’s easy,Natty. Just tap out! I got u!“

NinjaJoe: Although I’m really exhausted of the hard match, I focus to make u suffer.

NattyFights: but just as I get close, you yank me back to the center of the ring! My body screams in agony as you bend me even further, your knee pressing my head down, forcing me into an unnatural arch. My back is on fire, and my breathing becomes ragged. "AAAHHH!!" I cry out, my hands clawing at the mat, desperate for any kind of escape. My body twitches, instinctively trying to twist out, but you're locked in tight. The ref kneels beside me. "Do you give up?" he asks, his voice cutting through my haze of pain. The crowd is on their feet, some cheering, others gasping at the brutal stretch you're putting me through. My body is reaching its limit—my spine feels like it's about to snap.

NinjaJoe: I scream and breathing 😮‍💨 heavily: “Tap out, u motherfucking beast of fighting bitch!” 💭this time I won’t do the same mistake like I did vs WrestleGirlErin! I need that win to get a standing at OPCW!

NinjaJoe: I tighten my grip at ur legs and maintain my hold, although it’s very tiring and I have to watch out keeping balance! Shout to the crowd: “should I break her totally!?? Can’t her uuuu” And the audience is really on fire!

NattyFights: I grunt through the pain, balling my fist and hammering at your leg, trying to weaken your stance. My strikes are desperate but powerful, each one landing with enough force to make your grip falter. The crowd roars as I keep fighting, refusing to surrender. My arms tremble, my back screaming in agony, but I push myself up again, using sheer determination to create space. I twist my body, trying to unbalance you, and with one last surge of strength—I roll to my side, slipping one leg free!

NinjaJoe: Aarrhhhh, baaabbe, 💭where does she takes that incredible strength!?? I’m really exhausted of the long fighting and just in that one short moment, I shout out to the crowd, I loose the grip in one at one leg.

NinjaJoe: But I react fast, let u slide out at my left hand and jump up, aiming to hit ur neck with a leg drop!

NattyFights: I roll away just in time, narrowly avoiding your leg drop as you crash hard onto the mat. Wasting no time, I push myself up, eyes locked on you as you struggle from the impact. As you try to recover, I drive a sharp kick into your stomach, doubling you over, and quickly hook your head between my thighs. With a burst of strength, I hoist you up, holding you upside down for a brief moment before dropping down hard— PILEDRIVER! The crowd erupts as your head spikes into the mat, and I release you, letting you slump to the canvas!

NattyFights: I cover you for ONE! TWO!

NinjaJoe: Whoooommpp, the next thing I realise, u pinning me!!! My head hurts terribly, my stomach burns 😩 ! I hear the crowd screaming of that incredible fast attacking and in the last second I do just a natural reaction and push my lower back up, and push u up by rolling over side, grab ur head in a head lock under my left armpit and punch 4 times 💥 💥 💥 💥 into ur stomach. My whole body shivers of the enormous effort I have to do. My endurance is at limit!

NinjaJoe: “I don’t give up that easily, nasty bitch!”

NattyFights: As you trap my head under your left armpit and hammer four solid punches into my stomach, I grunt in pain, my body jolting with each hit. My abs tense, trying to absorb the blows, but I can feel my endurance slipping as well. But I won’t let you take control! Gritting my teeth, I wrap my arms around your waist, planting my feet firmly on the mat. Summoning every ounce of strength left in me, I arch my back and lift you up off the ground— BOOM! BACKDROP SUPLEX!

NattyFights: Both of us, drained from the relentless battle, crawl toward each other on all fours, sweat dripping from our bodies as the crowd roars in anticipation. Our eyes lock—no words, just pure determination and exhaustion fueling us forward. As we get closer, we both lunge forward—BAM! A brutal headbutt collides, skull against skull! The impact sends a shockwave through both of us, making our bodies jolt, but neither of us backs down. With gritted teeth, I reach out, grabbing your head, and before you can react—CRACK! I smash a stiff punch right into your face! We both

NattyFights: stagger, struggling to stay upright, our bodies barely holding together after the grueling fight. The crowd is on their feet, sensing this war is reaching its climax!

NinjaJoe: Aaseehjkkjkshsh, my head bangs back, ur hard punch makes nose feeling a short before breaking! I moan shake 🫨 my head: „now we do it that direct way, bitch, I will show u how much I can and give back! My right fist smash a direct hook to ur chin

NattyFights: Your right hook slams into my chin with full force, snapping my head to the side as I stagger back, nearly losing my balance. The crowd erupts as we stand on shaky legs, exhaustion clear in both of us—but neither of us is backing down. Gritting my teeth, I plant my feet and lunge forward, swinging my arm low—BAM! A brutal punch to your gut! My fist sinks deep into your stomach, making you double over slightly from the impact. Both of us are breathing heavily, our bodies trembling from the sheer intensity of this fight. But we know this is far from over.

NinjaJoe: Whhooommp 💥 ur punch makes my body shiver of pain: ooaaaarre, 😩 uff. I’m totally exhausted and I want to win that shit! I tremble but hold ur shoulder and send a hard right fist into ur gut back, feel it spears near ur spine!

NattyFights: OOOFFF!! Your hard right fist drives deep into my gut, spearing through me with enough force to make my whole body lurch. My eyes widen as pain shoots up my spine, my breath hitching from the impact. I stumble, nearly dropping to one knee—but I refuse to fall! Gritting my teeth, I tighten my core, ignoring the pain, and with a sudden burst of energy—I twist my body and swing! WHAM! A brutal spinning back fist smashes across your jaw!

NinjaJoe: Ooffssshhh, shwaamp my head is slammed by ur punch to side, the power of that punch makes me swing around 360, gladly I use the flow and send my elbow back at ur left jaw!

NattyFights: CRACK! Your elbow slams into my left jaw, whipping my head to the side as I stumble, barely staying on your feet. My legs wobble, exhaustion threatening to take over—but I refuse to let up!

NattyFights: Letting out a ferocious war cry, my body drenched in sweat, I fire off a series of rapid jabs straight into your face! POP! POP! POP! Each punch snaps your head back, your body swaying as I drive you toward the breaking point. Your defenses crumble, and I seize my moment! With a surge of power, I scoop you up, lifting you high into the air. The crowd erupts as I shift your weight, adjusting my grip— BOOM! MICHINOKU DRIVER!!!

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NinjaJoe: The rapid jabs into my face makes me loosing all of my last control! I stumble back, no Defense!! Suddenly I feel u grab between my legs, u lift me up!!! „Oooooooohhh Noooo“ I know what will happen!! Smash 💥 my back and head hits the canvas terribly hard, the enormous pain blow me out!!! I lay motionless on canvas!!

NattyFights: The ring shakes from the force of the impact as I plant you into the canvas, your body going limp beneath me. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my body, I sit down hard on your face, hooking your leg deep for the cover! The referee drops down— ONE…! TWO…! The crowd roars in anticipation—can you kick out?!

NinjaJoe: I wake up, it’s hard to breathe in ur ass crack, feeling ur hot 🔥 sweaty body on me! I’m not able to move anything, everything of my body is hurting, especially my back and face! ….“three“!!

NinjaJoe: I feel ashamed being beaten again at OPCW FED but also enjoying u sitting on my face, smell ur hot body!

NattyFights: As the referee’s hand slaps the mat for the final count—THREE!—the bell rings, and the crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and gasps at the sheer brutality of the battle. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my sweaty body glistening under the arena lights as I remain seated on you for a moment, basking in the hard-fought victory. I finally push myself up, wincing as pain shoots through my lower back from that brutal Boston Crab earlier. My ponytail is a mess, strands of hair sticking to my face from sweat, but none of that matters—I did it! I stumble to my feet, raising my arm in triumph, my body trembling from exhaustion. The ref grabs my wrist and hoists it up, officially declaring me the winner as the crowd reacts to the insane war we just put on. I take a deep breath, looking down at your motionless form, still struggling to catch your breath beneath me. A smirk tugs at my lips as I wipe the sweat from my forehead, knowing I survived one hell of a battle. With my back aching, I lean against the ropes, savoring the victory while the crowd continues to buzz over the sheer intensity of the match!

NattyFights: This… this right here… is why I should be the a CHAMPION!” I declare, my voice filled with both exhaustion and frustration. The crowd erupts—some cheering, others booing, but I don’t care. I gesture down at my fallen opponent, still barely moving beneath me. “Look at this! I just went through HELL, put on the fight of my damn life, and I STILL came out on top! And yet… I wasn’t even given the shot at the title?!” I shake my head, my expression darkening.

NinjaJoe: I still lay motionless, just looking up, listening to u, moan: well, Natty! Congratulations! U desverve to given the shot at the title! I will call KC Lauren!