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Paul_Job: The legitimacy of the OPCW Italian Title has been called into question, and tonight I must fight to prove that this belt has the right to exist and that it is securely wrapped around my waist. It's raining, not the best conditions for a wrestling match, and the ring is outdoors. Either the organizers were inattentive, or they wanted to spice up an already interesting event.

Paul_Job: The arena speakers are playing my music, FFF Falling by The Rasmus. I make my entrance in the pouring rain, among the crowd sheltering under umbrellas and raincoats. I'm wearing a pair of long dark blue jeans, black calf-length boots, and a black tank top. I walk towards the ring and then slide under the bottom rope to enter the ring. The announcer introduces me, "In the ring is the Italian OPCW Champion, 173cm and 58kg, this is Paul 'Good' Job." I raise my arms and greet the crowd, with a nod of thanks for being here despite the adverse weather.

Paul_Job: I lift the belt, show it to the audience and let the crowd admire the sparkle of the object that I will defend with all my strength tonight. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: I am making my comeback to the OPCW after a long time away, but in my mind I've not lost a step, and I plan to put my talent on full display tonight again this poser who calls himself champ. "Champ? Of what? Who the hell has an Italian title, but no American title? It should be the America title, and it should be ME that wears it" I am thinking to myself as I finish adjusting my suit in the mirror backstage while the "chump" makes his entrance...mtc

Oh_Elle_No: Now it's my turn. My music hits and I step out from the back and out into the heavy rain. I start to make my way to the ring, strutting like a supermodel on a runway with an arrogant smirk on my pretty face, my hot young body tanned and toned to perfection and clad in my shiny black lycra sports bra and matching tight little booty shorts with matching black patent leather wrestling boots. My blonde hair is loose and soaked immediately as it lays on my shoulders...mtc

Oh_Elle_No: "And his opponent....making her return to the OPCW ring....standing 167cm tall and weighing 54kg...she is the Picture of Perfection...the Rich Bitch herself....please welcome...PRINCESSSSSSSS EEELLLEEEEEE!" The crowd apparently remembers me all too well, booing me and shouting insults at me as I hold up my middle finger on both hands, flipping then off with a smug look on my face, reminding everyone that I don't give a damn about the fans; I'm here for ME!" mtc

Oh_Elle_No: I climb into the ring across from you, and lean casually back against the ropes in my corner. I smirk at you as I eye you from across the ring, staring at your belt as you hold it proudly. I say with confidence "Better kiss it goodbye Paul "Good" Jobber, because this is the last time you'll ever hold it!" I shout at you from across tblhe ring as the rain drenches us both as we wait for the starting bell....yt

 

 

Paul_Job: I see you, you come with a lot of arrogance and excessive confidence. “You don't know what you're doing, you'd better go back to hibernation.” My undershirt is completely wet, I take it off, I remain bare-chested. Then I throw my now very heavy tank top towards your face. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: We square off in the middle of the ring, the rain pouring on us both, the crowd looking on eagerly. You run your mouth and tell me I should go back to hibernation. Then you start to peel your shirt off and I say "why dont you just hand me that belt now to save yourself the pain and humiliation youre gonna feel" but just ss I finish my sentence, I am smacked in the face by your heavy, wet shirt and I stagger back a step, the start bell finally sounding as I get my footing and slowly peel the wet shirt off my face as I glare back at you, the crowd chuckling as I take the shirt in both hands, glaring into your eyes as I then start to try and get under your skin and say "What's job stand for anyway? I assume jobber, in fact thats the title you should hold....a jobber title! Paul....Queen of the Jobbers!" I giggle trying to get you mad enough to lunge at me...yt

Paul_Job: Job stands for "Paul, let her give you a blow job!". As soon as I finish this sentence I'll sprint forward and try to get you in a classic pro wrestling lockup. With my hands around your neck, I try to push you towards the ropes, until your shoulders touch them. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: "Ha! I probably couldn't find the thing if I wanted to!" I shout back, mocking your size and still holding your wet shirt with both hands. My tactic works like a dream and you get mad and charge at me, arms up, going for a lockup, but as you reach for me, I try to sneak a kick up into your stomach, hoping to stop you in your tracks and double you over so I can take your shirt and wrap it around your neck and move behind you, pulling it tight! Yt

Paul_Job: You hit me in the stomach and hurt me. I lean forward, I have my hands on my stomach. I snort. You wrap my tank top around my throat and strangle me. "No NOOO, bitch" I snort as I try to loosen the noose with my hands. Then I try to walk backwards to push you into the corner and slam your shoulders into the buckles. yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: I get your shirt wrapped around your neck and move behind you and start to pull back on the shirt with both hands to choke you. But before I can put my foot on your back for added pressure, you put your backside against me and start to backpedal, forcing me backwards across the ring and "UUUHHNNGGHHFF!!" crushing me in the corner against the buckles, driving some of the air out of me as my grip on your shirt around your neck loosens....yt

Paul_Job: I push you, I feel your wet and cold breasts on my back. Your nipples are swollen from the rain. It would be exciting, but I have to break free. Your back hits the corner buckle, the ring shakes. The grip loosens, so I manage to grab the tanktop and snatch it from your hand. I quickly roll on my place, with my other hand I try to hit your face with a backfist. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: You smash me into the corner with your wet body slamming into mine, making me release the shirt enough for you to snatch it from my hands as I gasp for air. Then you whirl around and WHAAAAACK "AAAaauuunngghhh!!" You backhand slap me across my face, snapping my head back and to the side as saliva sprays from my face, the crowd letting out a cheer as I stagger along the ropes, one hand holding my face, the other gripping the rope...yt

Paul_Job: My punch in the face has stunned you and I see you stagger to the ropes "I'll show you how to punch an Italian!". Your abdomen is exposed and I don't miss an opportunity. I get closer to you and try to hit you with a violent knee to your stomach. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: As I stagger along the ropes holding my face, you cut me off and with a loud SMACK "OOOOUUUUFFFF!!" lift your knee up slamming it hard into my sexy belly, my feet lift off the mat a little as I fold in half over your knees, arm folded across my stomach, clutching it and gasping for are, groaning as the crowd cheers...yt

Paul_Job: I smile when I see your torso bend forward after my knee. "What's wrong, famale? Just get up!" I extend my arm, open my palm, and unleash a chop right on your chest. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: WHAAAACK "UUaaannggghh!!" I grunt out as you smash your forearm across my chest, crushing my tits and making me slump into the ropes now as they bend behind me, my arms up over the ropes for support as I breathe heavily, the crowd cheering....yt

Paul_Job: The sound of my hand slamming into your chest echoes throughout the arena. The audience screams WOOOOO. I smile and look at you. I grab your wrist and pull you towards me "Let's go for a jog, okay?" I pivot and throw you to the opposite side of the ring, to bounce you off the ropes. Then I turn and wait for you ready to exploit your run for a powerful attack. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: You run your mouth to me as you grip my wrist and pull me off the ropes, whipping me across the ring and into the opposite ropes. I hit those ropes and rebound off, coming running back at you and I try to counter whatever you have plant my leaping up at the last moment before getting to you, turning my body sideways in the air, and looking to slam into your chest and take your feet and down onto the canvas with a cross body block...yt

Paul_Job: You run towards the ropes and then come back towards me, I prepare to grab you. But you surprise me and jump to slam your chest against mine. I'm surprised and I can't move. However, I try to stretch my arms forward and prepare your attack. I put my hands on your chest to push you away and make you fall onto the mat. Due to the blow, however, I am forced to stagger towards the corner of the ring. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I jump toward you, turning my body sideways in the air as I do aiming to land against your chest, but you swat me away almost like a fly and I'm not able to land the move as I crash to the mat below. Still the impact does drive you back at least a few feet into the corner. I groan as I push back onto all fours, then up to my feet as I see you in the corner, I charge at you, jumping up as I near you and trying to land my feet on your thighs, my hand wrapping around the back of your head as I then try to fall backwards, pulling you with me as I try to push my feet up into your thighs and flip you up and over me to drop you flat on your back with a monkey flip! Yt

Paul_Job: I manage to avoid the cross body but have to stagger to the corner of the ring. I shake my head and take a breath. But you're so fast, you come at me and pull me. Then you flip me in the air and send me crashing down onto the mat in the center of the ring. I almost bounce off the ring and hurt my back. I huff and puff and moan. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I land on my back sending you flipping over me with a money flip. You land with a THUD and I roll over and push up to my hands and knees then to my feet, strutting over to where you lay moaning on the wet mat, I smirk down at you with my hands on my hips, then in a very disrespectful way I raise my right foot up, plant the heel of my black boot on your forehead, then vicious push down as I grind my heel back and forth on your forehead for a minute before sliding it roughly down off your skull in a mean, scraping motion...yt

Paul_Job: I'm on the floor with a sore back. You approach me and sadistically place your foot on my forehead. Then you press and rub your foot against my skin, which is cold from the incessantly pouring water. Fortunately, the slippery boot dulls the pain. But it still hurts a lot. I put my hands on my face and roll to the floor in pain. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: You flop around and hold your face in your hands after I grind and scrape my boot heel into you. The crowd boos my dirty move as I just flip them off again and go for your legs. I bend over, grabbing your right ankle with both hands, trying to lift it up to pull your leg and lower body off the canvas as much as I can, then try to viciously ram your leg back down and drive your knee into the mat if I can...yt

Paul_Job: You grab my leg and then slam my knee to the mat. I scream in pain and roll all over the ring, moaning and almost crying. I try to slide as far as possible from you yt

Oh_Elle_No: The crowd goes "oohhh" as they watch me jam your knee hard down into the canvas, and I grin wickedly as I hear you scream, hoping that bruised your knee up pretty good, I watch you roll across the ring and end up close to the ropes. I charge at you, sliding down and extending my legs and aiming to drive my boots into your body to send you rolling out of the ring and crashing onto the wet, muddy ground outside...yt

Paul_Job: I'm on the ground, and you slide easily across the wet ring. You kick me in the body and push me under the bottom rope. I cross the ring apron and then fall heavily onto the wet floor outside the ring. A puddle cushions my fall, at least partially. I huff and puff, and clutch my body. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I roll onto the apron after sending you under the ropes, crashing and splashing onto the ground outside. I get to mg feet on the apron and look down at you, clutching your body in pain, I jump off the apron and come down toward you aiming to jam both my boots down into your body, (either your stomach or your back depending on how you are laying at that moment) as I land...yt

Paul_Job: I'm on the floor in pain. You go through the ropes and stand on the ring apron. I watch you, and when you jump to land with both feet on my body, I open my eyes wide and roll on the floor just enough to avoid being crushed. I let you land on the floor so the crowd can admire your bouncing tits too. I look at you, "Are you crazy?" Then I try to spin around to kick you in the ankle for a sweep and try to knock you to the floor. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: I land on the wet ground, water splashing up as my tits bounce in my top. Then, you quickly spin around and extend your leg slamming then into my ankles, the wet ground is slippery so my feet come out from under me and I land flat on my back with a loud SPLAT as more water splashes up around me, and I groan and wheeze, the air knocked out of me as the crowd lets out a cheer...yt

Paul_Job: You fall to the ground in this mix of water and mud, under a torrential rain. I immediately try to take advantage of the situation and rotate my torso to sit on your abdomen and pin you to the ground beneath me. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: As soon as I come to a rest on the muddy ground, you plop your ass down on top of me "OOOUUUFFF!" I grunt out as you land on my stomach, smashing more of the air out of me, my knees bent I try to squirm and wiggle and thrust my hips up under you to get you off me...yt

Paul_Job: You move under me, but now I've gained this advantage and I don't want to lose it. I lean forward, bringing my center of gravity toward your upper body, so as to maintain balance and prevent your attempts to counterattack with your legs. With one hand, I grab your hair to lift your head out of the mud and water, and with the other, I land a hard punch to your head, MMA mount-style. yt

Oh_Elle_No: You scoot your ass forward on me, moving your weight to be more on my upper abdomen closer to my chest, pinning me more securely to the muddy ground. Then, my arms pinned by your legs against my sides, you grab my wet hair, lifting my head off the ground, the wirh your other hand you deliver a brutally hard punch straight into my pretty face, a loud CRACK sound echoes out over the crowd as I yelp out "AAAUUUUGGGHHH!" and my blonde head smashes back down into the mud with a SPLAT, the crowd cheering seeing you punch the cocky bitch squarely in the face..yt

Paul_Job: I'm counting on my punch having stunned you enough for me to prepare my next move. I grab your hair and stand up, pulling you with me. "Now we're taking the pain to the next level." Your wet blonde hair is in my hands, and if I can get you to your feet right now, I'll knee you in the lower abdomen to make you bend over. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: Your punch to my face rocks me, dulling my senses, my mind gets a little dazed as you get up off me, grabbing my hair and stsgging.me stunned to my unstable feet. Then SMACK "Ooouuffff!" You knee me in the stomach, folding me over as I gasp out, one hand reaching to hold my abs..yt

Paul_Job: I don't let go of your hair and drag you towards the guardrail that separates us from the public. "Let's see if these barriers are sturdy or we'll have to sue the suppliers." Then I try to slam your back against the barriers. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: You walk me across the wet, muddy ground, guiding me by the hair as I stagger in a daze along with you and BAANG "AAAUUGGHHH!" You slam me back first up against the steel guardrail, dislodging it a bit as my arms go up over the top to hold myself up, my back throbbing now..yt

Paul_Job: You're with your back against the barriers and screaming in pain. Your arms are on top of the barriers, the audience holding you to keep you from slipping. Your chest is exposed. I see your nipples hard from the cold and the water. I can't resist. I put my hands on your breasts and squeeze them to hurt you. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I feel some hands grab me from behind in the crowd, holding me in place, keeping me from sliding down. My disrespect toward the crowd during my entrance...and all the time really...coming back to haunt me now as the fans help my opponent. You are left free to grab my big, perky, wet tits and squeeeeeze them "AAAEEEOOOWWWW!!! AAAGGGHH!!" I howl out and go up onto my tip toes, my tits on fire as I try desperately to kick at you and get you away from me now...yt

Paul_Job: After a few seconds of squeezing your nipples and squashing your breasts with my hands, I decide to let go, but I don't stop aiming for my goal. I step back, raise my hand, and try to hit you in the chest once again with another chop. yt

Oh_Elle_No: You finally release my tits and nipples and back away as I want to reach up and hold and massage them but the cheating crowd is still holding my arms back. So when you back away, giving me a little space as you raise your right hand up, I try to tske advantage and swing my right leg up as hard as I can, looking to smash it into your balls between your legs! Yt

Paul_Job: I'm in control of the situation. The crowd seems to be helping me, but suddenly your foot strikes me. You hit me in the balls, and I feel a pain that reaches my stomach. I groan, snort, bend over in pain and put my hands on my groin. I stagger back. yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: My foot slams into your cock and balls and makes you yelp out in pain, the crowd groans aloud with you as you stagger back holding your balls in pain. I charge off the barricade toward you, lowering my shoulder and aiming to ram it into your midsection, then try to keep driving you backwards and slam you back first into the side of the ring...yt

Paul_Job: I'm in pain, staggering with my hands on my groin. I'm struggling to stand. The heavy rain is making everything much more difficult. You rush toward me and shoulder me in the stomach. I bend over, gasp, and get pushed back. My back hits the ring apron. There's a thud. The pre-fight is incredibly tough. I'm in pain and I lean against the ring to keep from falling. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: You lean against the ring apron to hold yourself up after I drive you into it. With you like this, I climb onto the apron next to you, and from there I try to wrap my left arm around your head and shove myself off the apron, pulling you with me as I try to fall to the ground and drive your head and face into it with a DDT off the side of the ring! Yt

Paul_Job: My body is in pain. You grab my head and pull me down quickly. My face and head hit the wet floor, between water and mud. I'm dirty, wet, completely dizzy. The water on the floor makes it difficult for me to breathe. Yt

Paul_Job: My body is in pain. You grab my head and pull me down quickly. My face and head hit the wet floor, between water and mud. I'm dirty, wet, completely dizzy. The water on the floor makes it difficult for me to breathe, so i roll on my back. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I drive your head and face hard down into the muddy ground with a SPLAT sound, muddy water splashes up around us as we land. I start to get up as you roll over onto your back. "MMMmm...there we go...perfect" I say under my breath seeing you like this as I hope back up onto the ring apron again, facing the ropes, back to you, I bend my legs and try to explode upward and back, trying to perform a perfect backflip off the apron and come crashing down on top of your body, nailing you with a moonsault splash on the muddy ground! Yt

 

Paul_Job: The crowd is on their feet, seeing your intentions. You fly incredibly high, showing off your athleticism. I stay on the ground, not understanding what's happening, until you crush me. Your breasts slam against my chest, crushing me under your weight. I spit out all the air. I lie lifeless on the ground beneath you. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: My sexy body lands hard down on top of yours with a nice, loud, SMAAAAAACK as our wet bodies smash together, my amazing tits smash down into you as does my sexy stomach, making your pathetic body jackknife on the muddy ground, but splatters up around us as I land on you, the crowd groaning seeing thr hot, cocky blonde land a big move on the fan favorite Italian champ. I take a moment enjoying the feeling as I wiggle my sexy body on top of yours before peeling myself off of you, slipping my arms under yours, and trying to drag you over closer to the ring where I then adjust and try to drag you up onto the apron, then shove you under the ropes back into the ring...yt

Paul_Job: I'm lifeless, I can't move. I'm at the limit. The crowd cheers me on, but I can't move or react. You lift me up and push me first onto the apron, then you roll me onto the slippery mat. I roll into the ring, but I don't get up, I remain still. yt

Oh_Elle_No: I start to slide into the ring right after you, but pause halfway in and roll back out, an evil glint in my eyes and a determined look on my pretty face. I walk over to the crowd and reach over the guardrail, grabbing a steel chair out from one of your fans, then turn and slide back into the ring with it. I strut over to where you are laying, slamming the steel chair to the mat next to you with a loud CLANG. Then, I grab your hair with both hands, dragging you up onto your knees, then up to a bent position with your body bent over at 90 degrees as I shove your head between my sexy thighs. Then, I slide my arms under yours and pull them up, jerking them up over your back, and guiding you a couple feet to the side until your upper body is bend directly over the steel chair. I have a wicked smirk on my pretty face now as I say "Looks like the 'Job' stands for 'jobber' after all!" Then I try to jump up and drop back down, bringing you with me, landing on my knees on the canvas as my ass lands on the back of your head, trying to obliterate your face with a pedigree onto the steel chair...yt

Paul_Job: I'm in the center of the ring, groaning in pain, dizzy. You don't look very fit, given how slowly you move. Or maybe you just want to savor the moment before glory. You grab my hair and I feel your cold, wet thighs squeeze my ears. I'm tired, but you drag me and make me walk at a 90-degree angle for a few steps. I see a chair beneath me. I realize that if I have even a shred of energy, I must use it to avoid the worst. That chair is not a good thing at all. I try to grab your thighs with my hands, then I do a squat with my legs and arch my back. Before you can execute your pedigree, I try to lift you and catapult you behind me. yt

Oh_Elle_No: I think I have you right where I want you. Actually, I probably had you right where I wanted you, where I needed you, before I even brought the chair into the ring. But my desire for perfect, most devastating ending gets the best of me, and by the time I'm ready to finish you on the chair, you are aware enough to retaliate, so when I am about to lift you, I suddenly find myself being lifted, hoisted high up over your body "wwhhooaaaa...." and dropping me flat on my back behind you with a loud BAAAANG "UUUAAAAHHHNNNGGHHH!" landing back first on the steel chair that was meant for you. The crowd erupts as the hard landing on the chair knocks the wind out of me and hurts my spine badly. The back my head smacks the chair as well, stunning me. I lay there dazed and groaning now, breathing heavily, my spine on fire now yt

Paul_Job: I manage to avoid your move, then I hear a thud. I turn around and see you lying on the floor on top of the folded chair. I feel a rush of adrenaline. I scream to pump myself and the crowd up. This is the moment to finish the match. I walk to the corner of the ring and climb up slowly. I place my feet on the highest turnbuckle and watch you. Then I wait for the right moment and try to hit you with my finisher, the Paul Drop. I jump and do a somersault in the air to try to land a leg drop on your chest. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: I lay dazed, gasping for air, and writhing in pain now after landing on the steel chair. Had I not brought the steel chair into the ring, I would have never been in this position. But now I am, and you know I screwed up, and the crowd senses it too, rising to their feet after hearing you let out a primal scream with a surge of adrenaline, you climb to the top ropes and leap off, somersault forward, building momentum to then open yourself up, extending your legs, and landing with your right leg slamming hard down across my chest with all your weight "UUUUUHHHHNNNNGGGHHHFFFF!!!" I scream out as nkt only do you crush my chest, but also drive me hard into the steel chair I'm laying on. Saliva sprays from my mouth as you crush me. The lower half of my sexy body flops up into the air as you crush my tits flat under your thigh, then my legs flop back down heavily and limply onto the mat with a THUD. The crowd roars, seeing you crush the hot, cocky blonde so brutally with your finisher. My head rolls to the side, my spine on fire, and a little saliva drips from the corner of my mouth...yt

Paul_Job: My move landed, I landed right on top of you. You look really bad. I'm exhausted too, but now I have a chance. I lie on top of you, put my chest on yours and go for a pin. The referee looks at me and I yell, "COUNT!" Yt

Oh_Elle_No: With your leg draped across my chest, you roll over and adjust your body so you lay chest first across mine, mashing my tits flat under yours and pinning me on top of the steel chair. I moan softly, drifting in and out of consciousness as the ref drops to the mat and slaps the wet canvas next to my head. "OOONNEEE....TWWWOOO..." the crowd counting aloud along with the ref...yt

Paul_Job: The referee counts the pin, I'm exhausted, hoping my finisher is enough to win the match. I don't grab your leg; I'm exhausted and I think you're pretty dazed. The crowd counts along with the referee, you don't move. I just wait for the final count. Yt

 

Oh_Elle_No: You lay on top of me, pinning me to the steel chair after crushing my sexy body into it. Other than a slight twitch of one of my outstretched arms, or spasm of one of my legs lying flat on the canvas, I offer no real movement. Your finisher may have worked even without the chair, but the combination of you slamming your leg down on top of me so brutally hard, combined with the fact that doing so crushes my body against the unforgiving steel chair, are enough to completely devastate my body as the ref slaps the wet mat for the third time "THREEEEE...THATS IT! SHES PINNED!" and calls for the bell...yt

Paul_Job: The referee finally slams his hand on the mat for the third time. Then the bell rings. I take a deep breath, almost in disbelief. Then I raise my torso and raise my arms to the sky. "YEAH!" I shout. The Italian championship belt is mine, and I've given her glory once again. "You Americans are only good with bombs and drones. With your bare hands, you're laughable!" Yt

Oh_Elle_No: The ref counts three, the bell rings, and the crowd cheers as you lift your body off mine, still straddling me as you raise your arms in the air and the ref raises your arm in victory, the crowd drinking in the site...mtc

Paul_Job: I stand up, see the referee handing me my OPCW Italian Championship belt, and prepare to receive it. When he hands it to me, I raise it to the sky and show it to the crowd. Everyone applauds. Then I turn serious, my expression grim. "Did you want my belt?" I place it over your face to cover it. Then I walk to the corner of the ring and climb onto the highest turnbuckle. I jump, this time without doing a somersault in the air, but I land with my leg head on my belt, crushing your skull between the belt and the chair beneath you. Yt

Oh_Elle_No: You get up off me after pinning me, raising your title belt high over your head, the crowd cheers, leaving me laying there breathing heavily and drifting in and out of consciousness. Mtc

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Oh_Elle_No: Even after you get off me, leaving me laying on the hard steel chair, you don't seem finished, and the crowd looks to want a little more of a statement from their champ, and you appear happy to give it to them, draping your heavy, gold and leather title belt over my pretty face before climbing to the top rope again, and again you leap off and come down toward me, this time not flipping, but dropping your leg down thigh-first onto the gold title belt as it lays draped over my face. CRAAAAAAACCCK "AAAAAUUUUUUNNNGGGHHHH!!!" the impact is massive, my pretty face crunches violently inder the heavy gold belt, blood splatters across my face and onto the mat and the steel chair below, the back of my skull absolutely crushed into the steel chair as you put my lights out for good and everything goes black and my body relaxes and goes completely limp now. Yt

Paul_Job: The final blow should send a message to anyone thinking of speaking ill of the OPCW Italian championship belt. I take the belt back, stand up, show it to the crowd again, and then leave the ring. Meanwhile, the rain has stopped.