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09:10 Chloe_Cartier: Ugh. This place smells like cheap popcorn and desperation. Right as Fergie's "Glamorous" fills the room, I hear the mixed reaction, half of them booing, the other half drooling, and I love every second of it. I strut out onto the stage in my tight little top and my perfectly snug denim shorts, clicking my boots, swaying my hips with every step, owning that runway like the born star I am. I pause at the top of the ramp, popping one hip, flipping my hair like it’s a signature move.

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09:17 Paul_Job: The song FOX by Millencolin announces my imminent arrival in the arena. After a few seconds I enter the stage with my skateboard. I'm wearing baggy black shorts, black ankle sneakers. I ride down the ramp from the entrance to the ring on my skateboard, along the way I give a high five to some fans. Then when I'm close to the ring I jump with my feet on the ground and then with a leap I climb onto the apron. The audience applauds for my agile actions. I wave by raising my arm. Then I enter the ring and stand in front of you, struck by your sculpted body and two long and perfect legs. "Nice to meet you, babe! I'm Paul..." and offer you my hand in a very respectful way

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09:23 Chloe_Cartier: I lean lazily against the ropes, arms crossed under my heavy chest, just watching. Your little stunt at the end actually getting a soft smirk out of me. Alright. You're agile. I’ll give you that. But as soon as you get close, I could just tell... You were starstruck! Those eyes, they tell me you've never seen a real life goddess before.. and I get it. We're few. Watching that hand shiver as it reaches for mine.. as if I'm going to shake it. “That’s precious, really. You skate in all smiley, say hi like we’re on a date or something?” I take a step closer, closing the space, letting my curves do the talking while my voice stays ice cold. “Listen, Paul… I don’t do handshakes. I do headlines. And you? You’re just the guy I have to step over to make them.”

09:30 Paul_Job: I have my hand outstretched towards you in a sign of fair play, but you refuse to shake it and say some words to me that I don't even listen to. I'm focused on your curves. As soon as I understand that you won't return the greeting, I instinctively grab the zipper on your chest and pull it down to further reveal your curves. Then I walk backwards towards my corner. My move further explodes the audience who cheers me on

09:44 Chloe_Cartier: My eyes widen for a split second, not from fear, but from the sheer audacity. Did he just..... I slowly turn around, feeling the rush of cool air across my now exposed bust, my top now unzipped just enough to send the crowd into an absolute frenzy. The noise is deafening. Whistles, cheers, cameras flashing. I don't scramble to save it, instead relishing in the crowds eruption.. I guess they can really enjoy the show now! I smirk, and slowly turn to face you. "Good one! My turn!" I shoot both hands up, catching your face! Hands wrapped tightly around the back base of your skull, pressing on those ears as I YAANK! Trying to pull your face straight down into my cleavage! Taking your nose on a deep dive between my deliciously oversized, and candy-perfumed pair of boobs!

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09:49 Paul_Job: The match hasn't started yet but you react quickly. You grab my head and pull my face towards your breasts. My move is pouring against me. The crowd continues to applaud for this moosa. The match hasn't officially started and already there have been some twists and turns. I can't breathe, I put my hands on your hips and try to push you to try to free my face. As I pant between your breasts, I hear the bell ringing

09:53 Chloe_Cartier: Hard to hear that bell with all of the oo's, and uugh's.. and obnoxiously loud moans coming out of you.. Though, I couldn't blame you. It's a long trip down, and once you're trapped between.. It's over! My hands slide up the back of your head, almost towards the crown of your scalp when I snag two handfuls of your dried out and sunburnt auburn locks and yank your face free from my chest! Pulling you free, getting only a moment's look at your fluttering eyes before I pull you down towards my up-swinging knee! Hoping to collide it with your jaw and bust your teeth in to send you rocking back!

09:59 Paul_Job: My face pops out of your cleavage and I take a deep breath. I can finally breathe. I look at your face, and all I can feel is your grin. After a split second you pull my hair, bend me forward, and then land a hard knee in my face. My head snaps back. My back arches. I stagger, completely dazed.

10:03 Chloe_Cartier: "ME NEXT!" My head cranks over my shoulder, trying to find who it was from the crowd that yelled.. I blow a kiss into that side of the arena, turn back and charge forward! Like a little blonde fireball, dashing right up as my hands clap onto the cheeks of your face and hold tight! "Goin' down?" Popping the question, but leaving no room to reply as I jump and split my legs apart while I whip you down! Taking you off of your feet with the momentum as I fall onto my toned booty and BUST your face into the canvas!

10:09 Paul_Job: I stagger and can't react when you grab my hair again and pull my head down once more. My head and face hit the ground. I feel my head almost explode. My chest is smashed into the mat. The crowd screams uuuuuuuuuh. I put my hands on the ground and try to get up on my knees to crawl, but I'm slow

10:15 Chloe_Cartier: My ass hits the mat with a satisfying bounce, legs splitting out in a perfect, sultry V, and his face slams between my thighs like he was just introduced to heaven and hell all at once. My hair flutters around my face as I land, but I don’t even flinch. I hold the pose, seated with legs stretched wide, thighs framing his dazed face, owning the moment like it belongs on a billboard. The crowd erupts... Not sure if they just saw a wrestling move or a moment that’ll live in their dreams for weeks. "You're welcome, babe." I rise slowly, one knee at a time, arching my back on the way up to give those cameras a reason to stay on. Taking a few steps back, honing in on your position.. Then I dash forward and jump, coming down with one boot first to stomp over the back of your skull, hoping to send you nose-first into the canvas with a Curb-Stomp that's just as pretty as me!

10:21 Paul_Job: As I try to crawl toward the ropes your bare foot pushes my head down. My face hits the ground and your foot crushes my skull into the mat. I remain still, lying on my chest

10:28 Chloe_Cartier: I bounce off your skull like it's my personal little trampoline, crushing your face into the dirt while I gracefully land before you to yet another loud eruption out of the crowd. I glance over at the referee, and an idea strikes over me.. I nimbly head for the ropes, falling to my side and rolling out through the apron to come down and look for your skateboard lying around here somewhere.. "Ooh, here we go.." Some confused looks in the crowd, a few concerned, and others still drooling at the idea of ever getting close enough for an autograph. Fucking losers. I toss your board inside, letting it roll as I hop and belly-slide back in with you. "Come on, Paul.. Get up!" Slowly picking myself up..

10:30 Paul_Job: I try to move, you tell me to get up, but I'm completely stunned. I hold onto your legs and slowly go to my knees. I try to hold on, I don't really understand what's happening or what your intentions are

10:40 Chloe_Cartier: "Ref! Ref! Quick, come look!" My fingers motion him over while you're busy trying to climb up my carved and shiny legs. I slip my hand into the right pocket my tight denim shorts, pulling out a $100 dollar bill and slapping it into his hand. "Look that way.." I nod towards the crowd, away from the main-stage. "And there's much.. MUCH more from where this came from. " I whisper soft in a voice that only he can hear.. My hands trailing down my giant breasts, acknowledging their round shape as the excitement finally hits him.. I could hear him gulp from a mile away, and the moment he turns.. I make my move. I reach down, wrapping an arm around your neck as I bend backwards. Showing off my curves while lining you up above that skateboard. I smack my grip onto your shorts, scrunching them inside my fingers as I tug.. Then I jump and snap-drop backwards, whipping your head straight down for a DDT across the spine of the board to crush your face right through it!

10:47 Paul_Job: While I stand up you talk to the ref, but I'm dazed and can't realize exactly what you say. But then you grab my head once again and once again pull me down. Now My fronthead hit something harder then the mat. It's my skateboard. The impact totally shocks me. I've been KOed by my beloved skateboard. You're cruel and sadistic. I roll on my back and lay down in spread eagle position, in the middle of the ring

10:53 Chloe_Cartier: “Aww… you really loved that little board, huh?” I saunter around his downed body, taking my time, one slow strut at a time, like I’m circling a trophy. The crowd eating it up.. Some shocked, some howling, some just trying to catch their breath. But yet again, all eyes were on me! As they should be. I look down at you, one hand on my hip, the other brushing a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, and then I lower myself down with purpose. Slowly.. and sensually... I straddle you. Sitting across your chest like it’s my throne, planting my ass right beneath your chin, legs folded. I lean back, pressing one hand into your ribs for balance, then letting it slide down... Grazing your bulge as I sneak down that thigh, leaning back a little deeper to slide my hand underneath your thigh and hike that limp leg into the air. "ONE!........... TWO!............."

10:58 Paul_Job: I don't move, I'm out cold. You humiliate me with your provocative, sensual pin that demonstrates total domination. The referee counts, I'm helpless. There's the THREE

11:03 Chloe_Cartier: I hear the bell ring, and my lips start to crack a smile knowing I'll actually be able to catch my nail appointment after this! Rising slow as I smack my soft hand over your little hard-on. To my feet, I stand tall over your broken body, the crowd still buzzing, flashes popping like paparazzi, and I know they’re not looking at him. "Nice try, Paul.. Guess, now we know what Job stands for.. Right? Hahahahahahahaha" I stand back up, flip my hair with a dramatic toss, and give your skateboard a swift kick across the ring, sending it clattering into the barricade like it's garbage. I strut up the ramp backward, blowing kisses with one hand while the other zips my top right back up to make sure I stay exclusive.

11:04 Chloe_Cartier: