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09:45 Beck_Steel: It’s been a few weeks since my debut and I’ve finally recovered from my injuries sustained against Georgia and today I have my first match since that loss and my plan don’t give this a girl a chance! I make my way to the ring and avoid high fives and handshakes and just slip included the bottom rope and wait for my opponent to arrive , waiting patiently in my corner , “ first up from Ridge, Michigan standing 5’11” 205 lbs it’s Beck Steel “

09:49 Lauren_James: I came out to the sound of polite applause — a jobber’s entrance, no music, no spotlight, just a quick walk down the aisle with my head down. The thin fabric of my pink crop top felt clammy against my skin, and the grey shorts offered little comfort as I stepped between the ropes, brushing hair out of my eyes and trying to steady my breathing. I knew why I was here tonight. Booked to make him look strong. To give him a win, a moment to shine. The announcer called his name, and I glanced across the ring. Black Steel stood tall in the corner, muscles coiled like a spring, staring right through me. He ignored the crowd, ignored the noise — but he didn’t ignore the thought of making an example out of the blonde across from him. I pulled at the edges of my knee pads, brushing bare soles on the canvas as I stepped closer to the center, swallowing hard. The air felt heavy, the lights too bright and me full of nerves.

10:03 Beck_Steel: I grin a half smirk and the bell rings as your walking towards the center of the ring and you look scared to death ! But I don’t care and just start walking towards you and at the last few steps I dart forward and lower my shoulder to bury it deep into yourabs and try to slam you on the mat as hard as I can ! A brutal spear to start the match off !

10:08 Lauren_James: I only make it a few hesitant steps from my corner when he charges. The sound of his boots pounding the canvas is the only warning I get before the brutal impact slams into my stomach. His shoulder buries deep, folding me in half, ripping the air from my lungs as I’m launched backwards. My body crashes down hard, spine and tailbone colliding with the canvas, and my legs flop out as a mist of spit and drool sprays from my mouth. My arms clutch desperately at my midsection, knees rising reflexively, and I gasp soundlessly as the room spins. The sheer force of the spear leaves me splayed on the mat, mouth hanging open, eyes fluttering as I try to suck in a breath that won’t come.

10:13 Beck_Steel: I get up and grab your downed coiled up body by your hair and jerk you to your feet then to the middle of the ring and lock you in a tight front face lock really squeeze hard and grab your waist band and look to lift you upside down in a suplex but just hold you there for a full minute then drop back and try hurting your back more from the impact and jar those ribs for what comes next , I sit up “ you having fun princess I hope so!”

10:19 Lauren_James: My fingers claw feebly at his hands as he drags me up by the hair, my knees buckling with every step until I’m suddenly pressed tight against him. The crook of his arm locks like a vice around my neck, choking out a rasp of breath as he hoists me high, my bare legs rising until I’m hanging helplessly, toes pointing at the ceiling. The blood rushes to my head, my body shaking in the suspended terror of that long, brutal moment. Then he drops. My spine and ribs crash down with a sickening thud, a shockwave of pain tearing through my frame as I arch off the canvas, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. My hands dart to the small of my back, legs kicking weakly as I try to comprehend the sheer force of the impact. My mouth gapes, breath wheezing as I twist to one side, eyes glazed and unfocused.

10:26 Beck_Steel: You look in pain and that look of loss in your eyes says it all and I push up Tony feet but think …. Legs or ribs ….. pondering ….. ribs it is ! I grab you by your hair “ come on get up enough laying around” and once your up I slip behind you and step my left leg over your left leg and slip my arm under your right arm and around the front of your neck as I bend you in a ab stretch and really stretch those ribs on the right side “ I hope your comfy!” I ask and give a fierce jerk back

10:44 Lauren_James: A long, ragged scream bursts from deep in my chest as he wrenches me upright, the sound filling the tiny venue like a wounded beast. The pain blazes down my spine and across my ribs as he threads himself behind me, locking in the ab stretch. My legs wobble, barely holding, and then he snaps backward with brutal precision. My ribs feel like they’re being pried apart, the right side of my body ignited in agony. The sound I make is almost inhuman—a screech that breaks halfway, choking into a sob as my head tips backward, mouth gaping, hair falling down in a tangled mess. My right hand flutters helplessly in the air before clawing desperately at the long arm cinched across my chest, every inch of me straining and quivering under the relentless pressure. In that moment, suspended in agony, every ounce of strength drains from my body, leaving me a shaking, howling wreck.

10:51 Beck_Steel: It’s almost like I’m ripping a wolf apart , that’s what her cry’s remind me of , I know those ribs are nice and tenderized but I need to make them so sore that you want to submit but if you do you know I’ll just hurt you more! So I finally let you go and spun you around and pull you close for a bearhug and wrap both arms around you , just at your ribs and grab my left wrist with my right hand and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze in three short 20 second bursts of full power then release 5 seconds then re squeeze , trying to make it hurt to breath for you , for you to suffer in agony with no way out

11:50 Lauren_James: My body is engulfed in that bearhug, my ribs screaming as the air is ripped from my chest. Each brutal squeeze feels like a vise clamping down, forcing the breath from my lungs until I can only gasp and choke. My arms, too weak to resist, dangle uselessly over your broad back, brushing the top of your spine as I sag closer and closer to collapse. My head slumps over your shoulder, mouth falling open as a long, glistening strand of drool escapes, stretching down until it finally snaps and drips to the canvas. With every brutal pulse of pressure, a hoarse cry is torn from deep in my throat, only to be silenced as your arms cinch tighter. My legs kick faintly, brushing the mat, but it's a powerless, desperate motion. All I can do is hang there, ribs burning, chest shaking with each brutal squeeze, suspended in your arms like a broken, defeated ragdoll.

08:48 Beck_Steel: It’s clear your finished but I give your ribs one more long 30s squeeze and grind my fist into your spine and finally let go and push your head between my thighs and double undertook your arms lock my hands together and lift you high into the air

09:01 Beck_Steel: “ don’t worry pretty girl your suffering will be over very soon “

09:03 Lauren_James: Hoisted high into the air, my body is limp—arms trapped, spine arched, and legs stretched straight up. My bare feet point skyward, twitching weakly as gravity seems to pull at every inch of me. I'm completely suspended, displayed like a broken trophy in his grasp. Foam coming from my mouth and messing with my blonde hair

09:09 Beck_Steel: I hold you up a little longer just to make sure your done then I release my hands and hop up and extend my legs out wide and grab your waist on the way down and with all my power and gravity slam you in my finisher The Steel Driver and slam you in a sit out power bomb boom ! “ ref count this beauty out!”

09:20 Lauren_James: My body feels weightless for a heartbeat before his grip tightens again, dragging me down hard. The air rushes out of my lungs as I’m slammed into the canvas with brutal force — a sit-out powerbomb that shakes the ring beneath us. Pain explodes through my back and ribs, my breath catching in a harsh gasp. My arms and legs flop weakly, my bare feet scraping the mat as I lay sprawled, every nerve screaming.My body twitches uncontrollably on the mat, spasms wracking my limbs as waves of pain ripple through me. Drool floods from the corner of my mouth, pooling beside my cheek as I struggle to process the impact. Every breath is shallow and ragged, my bare feet twitching weakly, utterly spent and at his mercy.

09:31 Beck_Steel: I then hold you down by the back of your thighs and scoot forward to pin your shoulders with my feet and the ref begins his count to end your torment 1..his hand smacks the canvas and shakes the canvas 2….. his hand shakes the mat again on impact

09:34 Lauren_James: Pinned beneath him, my body twitching weakly, I feel the crushing weight of his feet holding my shoulders down. The referee’s hand slams the canvas—one... two... My breath comes in shallow gasps, drool still pooling beside me as darkness creeps at the edges of my vision. Then, with a final, thunderous smack—three.

09:36 Beck_Steel: Finally the ref counts three and I shove you aside and stomp my foot down on your back and pose over your down body as the ref raises my hand in my first OPCW victory

09:41 Lauren_James: I lay sprawled on the mat, completely trashed—sweat slicks my skin, drool trickling from my mouth, my body aching and limp. The referee’s three-count echoes in the air as he signals the end. Without hesitation, he shoves me roughly aside and stomps down hard on my back, the sharp pain shooting through me. Towering over my broken form, he throws his arms up in triumph as the ref raises his hand, celebrating his first OPCW victory—while I lie there, utterly defeated.

09:42 Beck_Steel: End