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LipstickPatti: I joined OPCW months ago but never had concrete chances to wrestle for some title belts. I had some matches here and there but nothing too important. But today i have my chance. I've seen the European Women's Champion matches on youtube and finally challenged her for the title and she accepted. Ok she is more than 25yo younger than me, but i'm pretty sure i can get that belt becoming the older OPCW women's champion ever. Being the Challenger i will enter first. My music starts to play over the arena sound system, i make my way to the ring slapping some hands of my fans that are mostly people in their 50 and 60.....i'm bumping my big soft hips like a model and a diva..acting like a sexy icon if even i'm not young anymore.... i am wearing my short white 80's vintage style ring jacket that says LIPSTICK PATTI on the back with a red lipsticked mouth printed on the back as well.. .. that i strip off me and throw to the crowd...then i hug my husband kissing him passionately... ...before to step into the ring wearing my usual black one piece with a thong backward that is so thin that my flabby butt cheeks are full exposed at the back.. ...mtc

LipstickPatti: on my knees i wear white knee pads and some white pro boots that have the word "S❤️xy " printed on the sides with a red heart in place of the "E" letter that i took some months ago from an old wrestler i defeated. Black mascara and eyeshadow, a lot of foundation to hide my wrinkles and to try to look younger than my almost 60yo, obviously my signature red lipstick 💄 on my mouth that are so red that my lips are matching my nails ..I slip in between the ropes.. as the speaker starts to yell in the mic...INTRODUCING FIRST...SHE IS A VETERAN WRESTLER...AND TONITE SHE IS GOING TO COMPETE FOR THE EUROPEAN OPCW WOMEN'S TITLE.....STANDING 198LBS 5'7" 59YO....SHE IS THE OOOLD SCHOOOL...TONITE AS CHALLENGER......LIIIIIIIIPSTICKKK PATTIIIIIIIII..I do a big smile and a long parade around the ring puckering my lips like a duck as I'm blowing kisses everyone like a sexy diva...my fans seems to appreciate that but some, the younger people, BOOS me waiting for their much younger herorine and Champion....then i move back to my corner getting on my left tip toe and strike some poses for the photographers 📸 ..both hands over the top ropes as I'm waiting for the Champion entrance...

NattyFights: Boom. My music hits, deep and pulsing. The crowd surges. I hear my name screamed from the stands like a war cry. That’s my cue. I step out slowly, hood up, draped in my custom satin robe—black with white trim. The lights flash silver and white as I stand at the top of the ramp, one hand on my hip, the other lifting the hem of the robe just enough to show the gold glinting on my waist. My black one-piece hugs my body beneath it, and my white kneepads and boots finish the look. Sharp. Clean. Dangerous. I raise the OCPW European Championship high above my head, soaking in the reaction. "Yeah, I'm the one you paid to see." Each step down that ramp is deliberate. Measured. This isn’t nerves—it’s control. I’ve been here before. I run this place now. When I reach the ring, I climb the steps, pause on the apron—and then I rip the robe open in one fierce motion. The crowd pops. I toss it to a ringside crew member and slip through the ropes, letting the title shine under the lights. I climb the corner and raise the belt one more time, posing, jaw tight, sweat already starting to glisten under the heat. The ref calls for silence. 🎤 “And now… introducing her opponent—” I step to the center of the ring, staring dead ahead, chest out, arms slightly flexed at my sides. 🎤 “Standing 5 foot 7, weighing in at 130 pounds… she is the reigning… defending… OCPW EUROPEAN WOMEN’S CHAMPION…” 🎤 “She is the baddest body in the building… the wrapped-fist wrecking machine… and the pride of a new generation—” 🎤 “NAAAAAATTYYYYYYYY!” I raise my fist in the air and smirk as I lock eyes with Patti across the ring. “Hope you kissed your husband goodnight, Patti. ‘Cause after tonight, he’s gonna be tucking you in with an ice pack.” I hand the belt to the ref. Back to my corner. Bouncing on the balls of my feet. Rolling my neck. Ready to put this relic in the past where she belongs. DING DING DING. Let’s dance, grandma.

NattyFights:

LipstickPatti: As you make your entrance into the ring my eyes are focused on that belt around your waist...your fans start to cheer you but i get mad hearing them...HEY SHUT UP!! THAT BELT IS GOING TO BE AROUND MY WAIST! i scream doing the belt motion around my ample waist as you make your entrance now unlace it that belt and showing it in the air above your head....and fantasize about how good it will look around my waist..but what i get back are only BOOOOOOOOS...and all that BOOOOS make me get even more mad...SHUT UP!! YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! ...i yell as it's clear you are their favourite....SHE IS PATHETIC!! LOOK HERE!! THIS IS THE CHAMP YOU DESERVE! i say as i start dancing like a stripper shaking my big ample hips, swinging them side to side like a model making my bubble cellulitc ass jiggling each step i do and then i take off my signature red lisptick tube💄 from in between my breasts and twist it then apply it on my lips making them look like if they are all covered by a large amount of red paint.. 💋 ...i pucker my lips as i do.. . and i start to send kisses to everyone acting in sexxy way ...MUAAAHH..MUAHHH MUAAHHH...pretending to be hot if even my body isn't the same one i had 20 years ago.. ..so i get more BOOOS...but i keep donig my antics hoping to get into your mind...using my experience....mtc

LipstickPatti: i keep puckering my lips to the fans...blowing them a big amount of kisses looking to get them to my side...but it seems i'm failing.. ....then i turn back and see you speaking with me about the kiss my hubby and I gave to each other.....HEY YOU BITCH! are you jealous of me and him? i say puckering my fresh red painted lips also at you....MUAAAAAAAAAAH. ..giving you soft hot kiss as well ....and i smile at you...BE READY TO BE CALLED "FORMER CHAMPION"..i say as i point at your OPCW title belt ....before to come back to my corner stepping over the lower ropes, then onto the middle ones, placing my lower belly against the top pad of the turnbuckle as i work my fans blowing kisses to everyone and sending my last one to my husband at ringside... as the bell rings...DINGGGGGGGG..and i hop back to the mat...before to turn around back at you...

NattyFights: She starts shaking her hips, blowing kisses, screaming at the crowd like it’s gonna change their minds. The boos rain down louder. I smirk. “You done, grandma?” I raise a brow, unhooking the belt from around my waist with a smooth flick. I lift the OCPW European Championship high above my head and step out from the corner, letting the gold glint under the arena lights—right as Patti’s shouting about taking it and calling me a bitch. She puckers her bright red lips and sends me a sloppy kiss like she’s trying to seduce the mirror again. I pause. Then I slowly wipe the imaginary kiss off my cheek and flick it back at her with my taped fingers. “Jealous of that kiss? Please. Your husband looked like he wanted to tap out already.” The crowd explodes with laughter and cheers. Then I do it—I mock her exact stripper walk, swinging my hips with an exaggerated bounce, cartoonishly jiggling like I’m doing a bad burlesque act. “LOOK AT ME! I’M PATTIIIIII~!” I shout, over-the-top, as I pucker my lips and throw fake kisses to the crowd like a discount soap opera star. The place loses it. Even some of her fans can’t help but crack up. Then I raise the belt one last time, lean over and hand it to the ref. No hesitation. No nerves. Just pure confidence. “Hold on to it tight. I’ll be taking it back in about 10 minutes.” I bounce into my corner, eyes locked on her. My shoulders roll, fists flex at my sides. I’m locked in. The bell DINGS. I immediately step out, circling to the center. “Let’s see if those old hips can keep up with someone who still has a career.” My fists come up. I nod my chin at her. “Show me what you’ve got, Lipstick.”

LipstickPatti: my mouth forms a big "O" as you play like if you were me, doing my antics making all them so exagerathed...i look around and see everyone is laughing....MAKE HER STOP IT! i scream to the ref pointing at you feeling so embarassed as your fans are obviously cheering you so high....and i walk over at you like if i want to attack you but the ref stops me....poiinting at my corner...that's why i walk there stepping over the top rope working my fans and my husband as you give to the ref the belt that show off to everyone before to give it outside....and once the bell rings i hop back and turn to face you....lifting both arms up wiggling my fingers, making my red painted nails getting so visible as i do that....COME HERE CHAMP....LET ME SHOW YOU A COUPLE OF MOVES...i say as i circle around you moving closer to your body...

NattyFights: I don't respond with words. I let my boot do the talking. With zero warning, I step in and crack my right foot against her soft, flabby thigh with a stiff low kick, the thud echoing through the arena. SMACK! “You wanted to teach me something?” I snap, circling her now. “Lesson one—I don’t wait for invitations.” I bounce in place, ready, my fists tight, eyes locked on her. I fake a jab toward her chest to keep her hands busy—then aim another kick right at her other thigh, trying to chop her down early before she can use that big body of hers. This title stays with me, and I’ll make her feel every second of it.

LipstickPatti: an evil smile appears on my face since i plan to fake a classic collar and elbow lock up with you and plan to attack you, maybe with a kick to your belly....but you have the same idea....and apply it faster than me...so as i'm doing a step toward you wiggling my fingers you step in and AWWWWWWWWW...your white boot hit my flabby thigh so hard that i feel like if i'm losing my balance....on hand going suddenly on that hurting thighs....and then you step backward for a bit just to come back at me once again faking a jab toward my chest..which make me move my arms toward you like if i'm going to protect myself...instead you aim another kick at my other thigh....AAAAAAAAAWWWWW....this one makes me drop onto one knee...

NattyFights: She’s vulnerable now. Exposed. Right where I want her. I don’t wait. I hit the ropes, my boots pounding the canvas as I bounce off with speed and precision, sweat already flicking from my brow. She’s still on one knee, chest heaving, hand on her thigh— “You want the spotlight, Patti? Here. Let me shine it on you.” I leap forward— BOOM! —a sharp, snapping dropkick to her chest, my white boots slamming into her upper torso, rocking her back hard.

LipstickPatti: i should get up as fast as i can to avoid further attacks. but my almost 200lbs and my old age obviously doesn't make me move that fast...so while you rush to the ropes behind you and bounce back at me i'm just pushing on my planted right boot onto the mat looking to get up...but as i focuse my view toward me, my eyes go wide open....WTFFFFFFFFFFFF....i don't have even the time to turn my head aside...which if means if your boots would have pointed upper, that dropkick would have hit my face hard....but the soles of your white boots hits my chest that hard that my tits gets flatten...and my big body seems to be thrown backward like with an elastic....BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMHH....i land on my back...one leg bent at the knee as i feel myself flat. ..looking up at the lights...with a big amount of paint on both of my breasts and all the entire crowd cheering...

NattyFights: The crowd’s electric, feeding off the speed, the fire, the dominance. I rise to my feet with purpose—one fist in the air as I spin slowly in place, rallying the crowd with a shout: “WHO’S YOUR CHAMP NOW?!” They erupt. “NATTY! NATTY! NATTY!” I don’t waste time. I storm over to Patti’s big, flattened frame. She’s still blinking up at the lights, lipstick smeared, her chest rising unevenly from that brutal dropkick. I grab a handful of her hair—not too much, just enough to drag her upper body off the mat—and I slip my arm under her chin, locking in tight. “Up you go, legend,” I whisper coldly into her ear. I cinch in a tight front facelock, my biceps squeezing her neck, pulling her chest flush against me, forcing her to feel just how strong these 130 pounds are. Her arms flail, trying to find footing, but I’ve got control. “Still wanna show me your moves, Patti? Or are we done playing diva?” I glance to the ropes—options in every direction.

LipstickPatti: i have to be honest. that dropkick stunned me for good....you caught my breasts full way....making them almost popping off from the sides of my suit...i can hear the crowd cheering you as i try to get my senses back....but you wont giving me much time for that and suddenly grab my poor hair...OHHHHHHHHHH..one hand goes over yours as i protest for the hairpull...the ref comes to us while you grab also my chin pulling me up to my feet and force me to bend over in front of you in a tight front facelock that gives to the crowd sat behind me a good view of my ample fat butt....my face becoming red for the way you're squeezing my neck....i feel my own thong pulling so tight between my butt cheeks and it seems you are exposing me for all to see on purpose.....

NattyFights: “C’mon, Patti…” I growl into her ear, “...let’s give ‘em a good view.” Still bent in front of me, I drag her with me—step by step—toward the corner. Her boots scuff and stumble on the mat, her wide hips swaying unsteadily, her black suit riding up tight, giving the crowd a full view of that jiggling backside. Her red lipstick is smudged. Her pride? Even worse. The crowd roars in anticipation. I reach the corner, one arm still tight around her neck, the other gripping the top rope. I plant a boot on the bottom rope. Then the second. My calves flex, thighs tense. Still keeping her locked in. Her head is trapped under my arm, her body bent low with that cellulite-stuffed backside aimed at the crowd. “You wanted to show off, Patti? Let’s show the whole damn arena what happens when you call me ‘former champion.’” I let the crowd buzz, let the cameras flash. Then I steady myself on the second rope, setting her up for something big. You gonna fight back, Patti? Or do I bring this whole house down on your back?

LipstickPatti: i'm trapped against your hips and your arms are so strong that you're keeping my head trapped ....i try to push myself away but it makes me head becoming even more red for the big effort i'm putting...my fans who are like 30% of the entire crowd, cheering me....but you force me to the ropes behind you and start to step over the lower rope, then onto the middle one...as you keep parading me on purpose, like if you want to show everyone i'm not in that good shape like you are....FUCKKK LET GOOOOO! i hiss at you...as it's clear you're going to setup something to keep your momentum going....and i know i have to do something cause i'm already in trouble and you are too good, too young and too fast to let you do whatever you want in this match...so as you try to setup your next move i try to struggle and move my right hand behind your knee...trying to pull as hard as i can as i try to make you sit over the top rope if i can...

NattyFights: “What’s the matter, Patti?” I sneer, “Afraid the spotlight’s too bright when it’s not on your hips?” I shift my footing, getting ready to swing down with something nasty—a DDT from the ropes, maybe a bulldog that’ll leave her sagging in the middle of the ring. But suddenly— “Ugh—!” I feel her fat fingers claw behind my leg, gripping behind my knee. “Shit!” She yanks, and my balance teeters—my knee bends awkwardly, and for a second I have no choice but to sit my butt down on the top turnbuckle, still holding her in the facelock but now in a far more vulnerable position. My back tenses. My grip weakens for a second. “You’re not going anywhere!” I snarl, trying to re-hook the facelock tighter, wrapping my legs around the middle rope for balance, resisting the pull. Her strength isn’t what it used to be, but her weight and leverage are still real. “You wanna fight dirty?” I growl into her hair, sweat dripping down my neck. “Try it—I’ll still put you down.” I strain, trying to force her back to center ring, wanting to reset and drive her face-first into the canvas with something brutal before she claws her way out completely. But she’s squirming now. Slippery. Desperate. Do I regain control and hit the big move… or is Patti going to pull something wild from the depths of her old-school bag?

LipstickPatti: you keep my head trapped against your hip and locked around your arm in a front facelock....stopping my attempt to turn the table to my favour...FUCKKK...i hiss as you try to keep control on me....my husband cheer me to keep working you there....so i try to step over the lower rope with both of my feet and try to pull my head and upper body backward a bit just to ram my shoulder againast your belly....BAMHHHHHHHHHHH...i try to weak you and if i will be able to hurt you a bit, i can step over the middle rops with my boots and i'll try to ram my shoulder to your belly once again to get my momentum going and take some advantage if i can..

NattyFights: “Stay down, dammit—” I mutter, trying to keep my balance and squeeze tighter, but she’s not done. Suddenly— BAMMMMM!! “Oofff—!!” Her shoulder slams into my abs, hard. The breath rushes out of me like I just got gut-punched by a medicine ball. My body jolts on the ropes, my core tightening up from the impact. But before I can recover— WHAMMMM! Another shoulder ram, this time harder, drilling straight into my belly as she powers upward with that stubborn strength. “Ghhh—shit!” My grip snaps open. I let out a sharp grunt and instinctively clutch my stomach as I slump back on the turnbuckle, gasping for breath. The front facelock is broken. Patti’s free. “Dammit—” I growl under my breath, sweat flying off me as I drop my arm and try to gather myself, one boot still hooked on the middle rope as I lean back, chest heaving. The crowd gasps as Patti starts moving—slow but forceful, her body swaying from side to side as she regains her footing.

LipstickPatti: My attempts to get free worked...so I try for an high risk move...not sure if I Will be able to do that..but I need to try...so I step over the middle ropes and now it's me putting you in a facelock...yourvhead under my left armpit...I grab your suit with my right hand planting my boots onto the middle ropes...crowd roars...knowing what I'm going to try and the wonder if at my age I can be able to lift your 135lbs...I grunt as I pull on your leg hole exposing your inner thigh and a bit more making your pussy a bit visible at the front and giving you a wedgie on your ass....GRRRRRRR....I try to pull hard...my face red for the effort....GGRRRRRRR..but you dont come...so i grunt more...AAAAGGGRRRRR...as I try to lift you...not sure if im strong enough.. looking to hit you with a superplex if I can...crowd silent...

LipstickPatti:

NattyFights: The crowd roars in disbelief as you plant your thick white boots on the middle ropes, struggling to secure balance, your flabby body trembling with effort. I feel your fingers dig into my gear—pulling hard on the leg hole, wedging the fabric into me, dragging it deeper between my thighs and riding up my ass, exposing way more than I ever intended. “Shit! Let go—” I hiss, kicking lightly, hands on your waist, trying to push free. But you hold on, gritting your teeth, face red from the strain, and then— “GRRRRAAAGGGHHHH—!!” WHAMMMMMMM!!! The entire ring shakes as we come crashing down in a huge superplex! My back SMACKS the mat hard, arching from the impact, sweat flying off my body as I cry out. “AAGHHHHHHH—!” I roll slightly to my side, my face twisted in pain, one arm clutching my back, my legs spread, chest rising and falling as I groan and gasp. Flat on the mat. Dazed. Vulnerable. The crowd’s on their feet—half in shock, half in awe.

LipstickPatti: No one can believe to their eyes as your white boots start to leave the ropes....the woman almost 60yo is lifting the European OPCW women's champion...I grunt amd finally lift you vertical for a moment..then I let me fall backward on my back slamming yours so hard onto the mat...BAAAAMMHHHHH....I sit up and scream AHHHHHHHHH...like if I want to yell to everyone "hey I did it". Then i grab my red lipstick tube 💄 from my cleavage and apply it on my lips in my signayure gesture..then pucker my lips blowing kisses to my fans...MUAAHHH..MUAHHH... My fans chanting my name..while yours got silent.....I look back at you and see you in pain...so I turn onto my all fours and crawl over you...at least a superplex would have finished every wrestler.. so I push you on your back and plant my big saggy breasts over yours in a crossbody pin....hooking your right leg and push your fave to one side forcing you to look at your fans in a derogatory way...I pull your hooked leg so up that it looks like if I spread your legs in embarassing fashion to show off your intimate parts for all to see..the ref drops onto the mat and slaps bis hand ONEEEEEE...I nod and my fans screams ONEEEEE together with the ref..

LipstickPatti:

NattyFights: The crowd eats it up. My fans are stunned silent. But I can hear hers—older voices, raspy cheers, like a reunion concert crowd erupting. Then she’s on me. Her heavy body smothers mine, those sagging breasts pressing against my chest in a humiliating crossbody, her perfume and sweat sticking to my skin. I feel her grab my leg—yanking it high, my inner thighs stretched and my suit riding up deep from the wedgie earlier. My face gets shoved to the side, pointed toward the crowd like some kind of trophy display. “Nnnghhh—!” I grunt, my jaw clenched as I feel the disrespect more than the pain. ONEEEEEEE! The crowd echoes it. TWOOOOO—!! But I’m not done. “HNGHH—!!” I kick out hard, shoving her off me and rolling to my side, one hand instantly clutching my back where the pain still throbs deep. My leg drops back down, suit twisted, sweat glistening, chest heaving. I grit my teeth and push to my knees, breathing heavy, my eyes locked on her. “You want to humiliate me in front of my fans, Patti?” I hiss, still rising.

LipstickPatti: The ref slaps TWOOOO....and my fans yells togheter with him as I nod again...im just one second from becoming then new European OPCW womens champion and I already see me posing with the belt...but as I'm aboutnto nod for the last count you kick out so hard that my thick body almost bounces off from yours.. .. OHH FUCKKKKKK...I hiss as the ref certify it was only a 2 count pin showing off 2 fingers in the air....I slam my hands onto the mat and get up...SO YOU WANT MORE CHAMP, HUH? I say as I grab your hair and force you up to your feet and suddenly try to lock your head against my soft hip ina tight facelock...trying to force you to bend over and show your wedgied ass to the crowd behind you...

NattyFights: Before I can answer, she yanks my head down, locking me tight against her wide, soft hip in a front facelock. My torso bends over awkwardly, ass up and on full display to the crowd behind me, my suit deeply wedged between my cheeks. “Nnngh—get OFF me!” I growl, my hands gripping at her side. Her sweat is slick against my skin, her body weight pressing down to keep me bent and exposed like some prize. But I’ve had enough. I brace my feet—dig in—and drive a sharp, stiff elbow right into the sweaty small of her back. “UNHHHH!” she gasps, jolting forward. I don’t stop. I throw another— CRACK! Then another— THUD! I surge upward with everything I’ve got, wrapping my arms around her thick waist and— “RAAAAAH!!” —lift her off the ground in one fierce motion. My core screams, my legs shake under her near-200lbs bulk— But I twist— And attempt slam her down in a huge backdrop suplex!!

LipstickPatti: i'm squeezing your head in the side headlock smiling at my fans looking to make your face becoming red for the hard way i'm squeezing....i try to keep you bent over showing to the crowd behind us your exposed butt....i turn my head backward telling them ...HEY THEN DON'T SAY I DON'T DO SOMETHING FOR YOU ....I hiss...before i feel your hands gripping at my side and then stiff your elbow into the small of my back...AHHHHHHHHHHH....i soften the hold a bit for the pain...then you throw another one....and another OHHHHHHHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHHHHHH...your fans erupts in a big YEAHHHHHHHHHHH...as i let go your head and you wrap your arms around my thick waist...my eyes wide open as you lift me off the ground....WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK...also the crowd seems surprised about your strenght after that big superplex...an you lift my white boots off teh ground in one fierce motion making me look like if i'm weighting 100lbs instead of 200lbs...then you twist and slam me down in a backdrop suplex making me hit my shoulders onto the mat hard ...BAMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

LipstickPatti: https://gifdb.com/gif/wwe-woman-suplex-cmsc73wfp8vaeoom.html

NattyFights: The ring still quakes from the force of the backdrop suplex, and I’m left on my back for a breath, sweat dripping down my chest, lungs gasping for air. I grit my teeth and kneewalk over to her, dragging my aching body toward hers. She’s blinking up at the lights, arms slack at her sides, chest rising and falling in heavy bursts. Her smeared lipstick and dazed expression tell the whole story—she's rattled. I drop my weight across her, laying belly to belly, still breathing hard. My right arm snakes under her thick thigh and I hook her leg, pulling it high, making her body curl slightly under me. Her white boot points toward the rafters as the crowd leans in. The ref slides into position— “ONE!” The fans chant with him, the arena rocking— “TWO—!” I press harder, holding on with everything I’ve got.

LipstickPatti: i wasn't expecting a such powerful hold....but my sweaty body got sent back to the mat hardly....my shoulders hits first the mat making my own red lipstick tube popping out of my suit and dropping onto the mat next to me..then also my back drops onto the mat and finally my entire body and thick legs like a bag of potatoes....my husband  move his hands on top of his head knowing how much i'm in pain right now...and yes, i am....i still on my back with one leg bent at the knee and i'm pretty stunned....my fans now are the silent ones...while yours seems to get back cheering you high.... My husband screams at me to get up or move from there cause you're coming...but before i can do anyting you drop your wieght across my big body...your belly over mine as i did before with you..but you can see in good way all the big amount of my heavy makeup i've put on to look younger, now smearing hardly especially the mascara running down from my eyes and some of my red lipstick i just applied before to pin you....you hook my thick leg in the air making my white boot pointing at the arena lights..now it's your turn to spread my legs wide open since one still onto the mat and the other one goes up...so now are my intimate parts to be on display and my thin thong seems it can't cover much now... ..at first i don't even more a finger...the ref slaps ONEEEEEEE...then TWOOOOOOOOO..my husband up to his feet....GAWD PATTI KICK OUT!! and also my fans cheer me to kick out...i moan haring some voices calling me and finally i try to kick out with my free leg as hard as i can looking to, at least, lift one shoulder and roll my thick body to one side to break the count...

NattyFights: I’m pissed. “You should’ve stayed down,” I growl, brushing sweaty strands from my face as I clamber back up to my feet, my body burning, legs trembling—but my eyes sharp and locked on hers. She’s rolling to her side, chest heaving, her makeup now a hot mess—mascara streaked, lipstick smudged like a painted clown mask under the arena lights. One leg still bent, her thin thong barely clinging to position, everything about her saying wrecked. But she’s moving. Still clinging to the fight. Not for long. THWACK! I step in and kick her right in the lower back—a stiff, punishing boot that makes her thick frame jerk forward onto her belly with a gasp. “Stay DOWN, Patti!” She’s prone now—wide and vulnerable. I drop to one knee beside her, wipe sweat off my wrapped palms, and straddle her back. I grab her chin with one hand, her thick wrists with the other. And then— “Let’s bend that ego of yours in half.” I lock in the Camel Clutch, pulling back hard, my arms wrenching her head and chest off the mat. Her mascara-stained face stretches toward the lights, moaning, grunting, legs kicking behind me as her exposed hips sway helplessly beneath my grip. The crowd goes wild. “TAP OUT, DIVA!” I bark into her ear. “Or I’ll snap you in half in front of your husband!” I pull even harder, the sweat pouring from both our bodies now.

LipstickPatti: i feel myself so tired...and need to find away to take a break....i try to roll away from you looking to roll under the ropes but as i'm pretty close to them you step in and kick my lower back hard...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....it makes me arch my back in pain so i stop rolling..one hand behind my back as i'm on my belly now...then you drop next to me and straddle my back....going to apply a nasty camel clutch....AWWWW NOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO...i shake my head until you lock my chin then i can't do it anymore....i scream in pain as you keep my old back arched...lifting my head and chest off the mat....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW....i scream in agony feeling more sweat across my face that makes the mascara running even more making me look like if i'm crying.. .i kick my white boots behind me onto the mat...as you yell at me to tap out....NOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....i scream in agony as you force me to look at my man right in front of us....the ref comes asking me if i want to give up but i refuse....shaking my head side to side...

NattyFights: Her boots kick the mat in desperation, her hips jerking beneath me as she shakes her head wildly. But I can feel her body sagging just a little more each second. The old diva’s breaking down. I growl and shift my grip. Releasing the chin, I slide my arms around her neck instead, locking my forearm across her throat from behind. Sleeper hold. Cinched in. Deep. “Let’s take you to sleep, lipstick…” My biceps flex against her neck as I lean back, arching her body even further, her chin now forced high, her red lips gaping open in agony. Her mascara-stained eyes are wide—but fluttering. Her thick arms wave wildly at first, boots pounding, but her motion starts to slow. “Don’t pass out too fast now,” I whisper, breath hot on her ear, sweat pouring off both of us. “I want you to feel every second of your legacy slipping away.” The crowd is on fire, some begging for her to hang on, others chanting my name. “NATTY! NATTY! NATTY!”

LipstickPatti: my back is arching to the limit....i don't know how much i can resist...my screams seems savagely....my husband start to be worried about my back health...but then you release my chin, it's clear you don't want me giving up....maybe you want to give a signal to the OPCW wrestlers hurting me...or, at least, weaking me for good....so as you let go my chin making my head dropping down you slide your arms around my neck locking your forearm across my throat from behind lifting my head again....my eyes wide open as my breath becomes heavy....my face starts to become red as your fans cheer you so loud now as you're taking advantage of your opponent...my tongue almost out of my mouth as i gasp for air, but in this way it makes my fresh applied lipstick getting smeared even more...i try to struggle waving my arms around while i keep kicking my boots onto the mat...but my muvment starts to slow ....and you release a bit telling me to don't pass out too fast....so it's clear again you just want to weak me....your fans obviously loving what they see while mine seems almost unmotivated...

NattyFights: “Not done with you yet, Patti. This crowd came for a show.” And with that, I slowly release the sleeper, letting her slump forward, her chest smacking into the canvas with a damp thud. The crowd howls in anticipation as I stand up and take a breath, eyes scanning the sea of fans. My hands reach down, grabbing two handfuls of Patti’s frizzed-out hair. “Up you go, diva…” She groans as I haul her up, her thick body heavy in my grip, legs wobbling under her. I tuck her head between my thighs, her breath hot and uneven against my inner thigh as she tries to find some sense of where she even is. Then I wrap my arms around her waist— “HUPP!!” —and in one explosive motion, I hoist her upside down, boots pointed to the rafters. The crowd erupts. Her fans scream “NO!” while mine chant “DRIVE HER!” “This is for every time you called yourself ‘sexy’ like it was still 1999.” BOOM!!! I drop into a perfect piledriver, her head and neck driven hard into the canvas with all her weight crashing down behind it. Her body slumps over, completely limp, arms falling wide, legs splayed, lipstick tube bouncing somewhere nearby again. Without missing a beat, I crawl forward, straddle her chest and spin around, facing her boots. Then I lower myself down. Firmly. I plant my glistening, sweat-slicked ass right on her face, her makeup-smeared features swallowed by my sit. I lean back slightly, hands on my thighs, eyes half-lidded as the ref dives in. The crowd explodes in shock, laughter, and awe. “ONE!” “TWO!!” Your husband’s standing now, hands pulling at his hair in disbelief.

LipstickPatti: you keep taunting me....as if you were promising me more pain and more painful moves....and as you slow release the sleeper i slump forward almost powerless..your fans cheering you even more while mine are so silent....only my husband try to scream my name hoping it will be enough to make me waking up...but you come first and your hands reach down to my poor hair...grabbing two handful of them....you make me look like a ragdoll since at first my body seems not following you....only my head goes up thanks to your hairpull...but then i slowly move up...getting up to my feet if even i feel my thick legs wobbling under me...you tuck my head between your thighs forcing me to bend over....my flabby ass on display for all the crowd sat behind me....i barely move my hands on your legs....while you wrap yours around my waist....i moan...feeling so stunned....not realizing yet what's happening....but as you lift me upside down in one explosive motion, all the crowd can't believe you were able to lift so easily a 200lbs woman... i feel my hair caressing the mat...my boots pointing up at the lights and my kitty a couple of inches from your face...my eyes wide open....OH MY GOOD NOOOOOOOOOOO.....i shake my head side to side not realizing what's happening....your fans getting crazy as you are going to setup a such nasty move so early in the match...and then you drop hitting my head onto the mat ...BAMHHHHHHH...the mat shakes like if there was a big earthquake....my body slumps over totally limp..my arms fallign wide..legs spread wide open.. with my thin thon almost enterely inside me....also my red listpick tube bounces off my cleavage ending up some inches from my body.....mtc

LipstickPatti: you crawl forward and straddle my chest spinning around, so you can face my white boots...you lower yourself down and plant your glistening sweaty ass on my face...covering it...making me feel your intimate parts right over my nose and mouth....my heavy makeup smearing across your suit as you lean back moving your hands on your thighs in a dominating way....your eyes half-lidded like if you're enjoying....which makes this pin such hot and sexy....the ref dives in as the crowd see their Champ going already for the pin on the challenger...your fans a bit disappointed to see the match already going to end..but it seems the only one way to keep it going, would be if you will break the pin on purpose..which it would be a such humiliating thing for a veteran wrestler like me to suffer...but at least this is way you said before as you said you weren't done with me yet.....the ref slaps the mat ONEEEEE..........TWOOOOOOOOOO..... My husband shocked....his mouth full open "GAWDD PATTI KICK OUT PLEASEE!!" he yells but i don't move at all...

NattyFights: "THREEEEEE!!" DING DING DING!! The bell clangs through the arena as the ref’s hand hits the mat for the third time. My hips still firmly planted on Patti’s face, I arch my back slightly, sweat dripping down my sides, and throw both fists into the air with a victorious flex—muscles popping, body glistening, owning the moment completely. The crowd erupts—my fans on their feet, roaring, cheering, chanting: “NATTY! NATTY! NATTY!”I finally stand, slowly, one boot planted beside her cheek. The ref retrieves my OCPW European Championship and hands it to me. I snatch it with one hand and raise it high overhead while planting my other boot right onto Patti’s soft belly, striking a powerful, triumphant pose. Your husband is at ringside, mouth wide, silent. The ref lifts my hand. The crowd goes nuclear. “AND STILL… OCPW EUROPEAN WOMEN’S CHAMPION… NAAAAAATTYYYYYYY!” I look down one more time at the veteran beneath me, her mascara and smeared lipstick a perfect symbol of what happens when the past tries to challenge the future. Then I sling the belt over my shoulder, smirk to the crowd, and leave the ring the same way I came in— Undisputed. Untouchable. Champion.

LipstickPatti: The ref slaps his hand for the 3rd time screaming louder...THREEEEEEEEEEEEE....and the bell rings....your fans exploding in a big YEAHHHHHHHHH....as they start to wave your posters and your big pics celebrating your win. You still sat on my face...my body still not moving....while you arch your back slighting throwing both fists in the air in a victory flex showing off your muscles...then you get up and the ref gives you the OPCW European title belt that you raise in the air for all ot see while you plant your boot on my big flabby belly....striking another powerful triumphant but also humiliating victory pose...My husband shaking his head....knowing i missed a big oportunity.....The ref lift your arm in the air while the the speakers announces officially your win....i barely blink my eyes now...trying to realize what's happening...and see you up standing over me with your boot planted on my belly as you look at me...my heavy eyes makeup smearing across my eyes and also my signature lipstick is smearing across my mouth...i moan as the ref kneels to me to check how i feel...while you sling the belt over your shoulder and leave the ring....