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LipstickPatti: I can't wait for this match. It was a week ago or so when that bitch Lacey tried to embarass me in front of all the OPCW calling me fat and old. She wants to prove i'm finished as wrestler. Many people call me jobber just because i've lost some of my latest matches just because someone CHEATED!...and tonite i'm gonna to show everyone not only i'm not finished, but especially i'm not a jobber...I'm so determined to hurt you and make you pay for that words you said....and i'm not nervous at all...i'm pretty confident i'm gonna kick your ass tonite...i'm waiting behind the curtain when my music finally plays and i make my entrance into the ring with my hands on my hips... I'm showing my lovely smile all red thanks to my signature red lipstick while i walk to the ring slapping some hands of my fans...i stop in front of some young fans who want to take a selfie with me before to get up and keep walk to the ring...i'm bumping my big soft hips like a model and a diva..pretending to be the hottest wrestler if even i'm not young anymore but i keep acting like if i'm still 20yo.... i am wearing my short white ring jacket that says LIPSTICK PATTI on the back with a red lipsticked mouth printed on the back as well.. .. mtc

LipstickPatti:

LipstickPatti: i strip off me and throw to my fans...then I stop in front of my husband Marvin hugging him letting him hooking my left leg so he can pull it a bit and kiss him passionately and then kiss also my son Jack this time bending my leg at the knee, kicking it behind me.."GOOD LUCK MOM" He says, before to step into the ring..mtc

LipstickPatti:

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LipstickPatti: i'm wearing my skimpy black one piece so high at the hips and with a thong backward that is so thin that my flabby butt cheeks are already full exposed at the back that i seem naked from behind.. ..At the front it barely cover my pussy i completely shaved like a teen to don't make all my pubic hair visible for the reason the fabric of my suit is too thin. Then 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 from a wrestler i've pinned some months ago...Black eyeshadow, a lot of foundation to hide my wrinkles and my signature red lipstick on my lips that match my fingernail.... I slip in between the ropes waving at the fans as i parade myself for all to see.walking to my corner waiting for your entrance...

LaceyP: The arena lights dim, and the crowd’s roar hits me like a tidal wave. My heart’s pounding, but I’m ready—ready to show that old hag Patti who’s the real star of OPCW. The spotlight snaps to the entrance ramp, bathing it in a fiery red glow that matches my vibe. My music hits, a sultry, bass-heavy beat that pulses through the arena, and I step out from behind the curtain, owning every inch of the stage. I’m in my red one-piece thong leotard, the fabric hugging my curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. It’s bold, it’s daring, and it’s everything Patti wishes she could still pull off. The crowd erupts, some cheering, some whistling, as I strut forward, my long brunette hair cascading down my back, swaying with each confident step. My white wrestling boots gleam under the lights, and my white knee pads add just the right touch of contrast, making my legs look endless despite my 5’2” frame. My bright red lipstick—stolen from Patti’s precious makeup case—pops against my fair skin, and my matching red fingernails catch the light as I wave to the crowd, taunting Patti with every gesture....mtc

LaceyP:  

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LaceyP: I pause at the top of the ramp, one hand on my hip, the other flipping my hair back as I lock eyes with Patti in the ring. She’s seething, her 200-pound frame practically shaking with rage as she glares at me. I smirk, blowing her a mocking kiss, letting her see how much better her lipstick looks on me. The crowd eats it up, their cheers fueling my fire. I start my descent down the ramp, moving slow, deliberate, letting every step emphasize the sway of my hips. The leotard rides high, accentuating my toned legs and the confidence that comes with being 19 and untouchable. Halfway down, I stop and spin, giving the audience a full view of the outfit, the red fabric catching the light like fire. I run my hands down my sides, feeling the smooth material, and flash a wicked grin at Patti. She’s gripping the ropes now, her face redder than my nails. I’m in her head already, and we haven’t even touched yet. I toss my hair again, letting it fall perfectly over one shoulder, and continue my strut to the ring. At ringside, I climb the steps, each move calculated to keep all eyes on me. I step onto the apron, one hand gripping the top rope as I lean back, arching my body just enough to make the crowd lose it. I slide one leg through the ropes, slow and teasing, then duck under, entering the ring with a flourish. The spotlight follows me as I saunter to the center, spinning once more to show off every angle of my 92-pound frame, light and agile compared to Patti’s bulk. I point at her, then drag my thumb across my throat, signaling her end in OPCW. The crowd roars louder, and I revel in it, blowing another kiss—this one to the fans—before leaning against my corner, arms crossed, ready to send Patti packing for good.

LaceyP:

LipstickPatti: i gulp as you make your entrance into the ring..i have seen many matches of yours but i haven't never seen you so hot like today...it's clear you did it on purpose to steal all the fans...and it seems you got it....all the people are taking pics of you now...and i'm getting so mad for that...MAKE HER STOP REF! i say as you show yourself off playing with your own sexy body..tossing your hair and showing off that red lips and nails thanks to my own makeup brand...then you look at me dragging your thumb across your throat...and i get even more mad...YOU'RE FINISHED!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!! i yell as i try to rush at you but the ref stops me...PATTI CALM DOWN, LET CARL INTRODUCE YOU.....i nod at him..but still watch at you....YOU'RE MINE! i keep screaming at you feeling so mad for the way you're trying to steal my OPCW diva role.....LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...WELCOME TO THE OPCW MAIN EVENT MATCH..WHERE THE LOSER WILL HAVE TO LEAVE THIS FEDERATION....INTRODUCING FIRST SHE IS A VETERAN OF THE RING....SHE ISN'T A WRESTLER ONLY..SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL WIFE AND A WONDERFUL MOM....STANDING 198LBS 5'7" 59YO...PLEASE GIVE YOUR WELCOME TO ...LIIIIIIIIPSTICKKK PATTIIIIIIIII..I do a big smile and leave the corner doing a long parade around the ring puckering my lips like a duck as I'm blowing kisses everyone like a sexy diva....then i move back to my corner getting on my left tip toe to show better the word "S❤️xy " on my boot for you to see . while i still blowing kisses to everyone...MUAHH MUAAHHH..💋💋 then i put my back against the turnbuckle....scanning you from your boots to your face hating you for the way you're showing off yourself against me...both hands over the top ropes as I'm waiting for introduction...

LaceyP: Oh, Patti, you poor thing. I see you fuming across the ring, your face twisted in a scowl as the crowd’s eyes stay glued to me. My entrance has you rattled, and I’m loving every second of it. I stand in my corner, one hip cocked, the red one-piece thong leotard clinging to my 92-pound frame like it was painted on. The arena lights catch the glossy sheen of the fabric, highlighting every curve as I shift my weight, letting my long brunette hair spill over one shoulder. My white wrestling boots gleam, and the white knee pads make my legs look even longer, even at 5’2”. I can feel the heat of the spotlight and the crowd’s adoration washing over me, their phones flashing like a storm as they snap pictures. I’m stealing your spotlight, and you hate it. I catch you yelling at the ref, your voice shrill with desperation. “MAKE HER STOP, REF!” you scream, and I can’t help but smirk, running my fingers along the edge of my leotard, tugging it just a bit to show off more of my toned thigh. I’m playing with you, Patti, and it’s working. Your makeup—my bright red lipstick and matching nails—looks so much better on me, and I make sure you know it. I purse my lips, blowing you a taunting kiss, letting the crimson shine under the lights. The crowd roars louder, and I toss my hair back, letting it cascade down my back like a dark, silky waterfall. I’m 19, I’m hot, and I’m here to take your precious OPCW diva role. mtc

LaceyP: When you rush at me, I don’t flinch. I just lean back against the turnbuckle, one hand lazily twirling a strand of hair, my other arm draped over the ropes. The ref holds you back, and I laugh softly, dragging my thumb across my throat again, slow and deliberate, my eyes locked on yours. “YOU’RE FINISHED! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” you shriek, but I just tilt my head, giving you a pitying look. Your rage is delicious, Patti. I can see it in your eyes—you know I’m outshining you, and it’s eating you alive. Then Carl’s voice booms through the arena, introducing you. “LIPSTICK PATTIIIIII!” he calls, and you force a smile, strutting around the ring like you still own it. I watch you pucker your lips, blowing kisses to the crowd, trying so hard to reclaim their attention. The word “S❤️xy” on your boot catches my eye as you pose on your tiptoes, and I roll my eyes. Really, Patti? At 59, 198 pounds, you’re still trying to play the sexy diva? I stifle a laugh, crossing my arms under my chest, pushing the red leotard just a bit tighter against my body to remind everyone who the real star is. You slink back to your corner, glaring at me, your hands gripping the ropes like you’re ready to tear them apart. I meet your stare, unblinking, my red nails tapping lightly on the turnbuckle as I lean forward just enough to let the crowd catch another glimpse of my outfit. The fans are still snapping pictures, and I give them a little wave, my lips curling into a wicked smile. You’re screaming “YOU’RE MINE!” but all I hear is desperation. I shift my weight, letting one leg slide forward, the leotard riding up just enough to make the crowd lose it again. This is my ring now, Patti, and I’m going to make sure you leave it for good.

LaceyP:

LaceyP: AND HER OPPONENT...FROM TAMPA, FL..WEIGHING IN AT 92 LBS AND 5'2....SHE IS THE TEEN DREAM. EVERYONE WANTS TO BE HER AND EVERYONE IS JEALOUS OF HER! SHE IS LACEY!!!!!!

LipstickPatti: as you get announced i have to admit that all the OPCW crowd cheer you higher....only my old fans BOOOOOO..but it looks like you got 80% of the crowd....i can't believe at that....it seems i've lost this sexy contest....and the fact you take a look at my boots make me get so nervous now...WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, HUH? I'M GONNA BREAK YOU! scream at you while now the crowd BOOOOOO at me...i'm so mad...SHE IS A FUCKING LOSER!! SHE IS NOTHING! THIS IS SEXY!! i yell then I start my usual show to make the crowd getting horny for me...or at least, trying to.... 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... i take 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..doing a duck mouth with my lips.. . and i start to send kisses to everyone acting in sexxy way . ..MUAAAHH.. MUHAAHHH..acting seductive to get more fans by my side..then i look back at you...YOU ARE SO PINNED.....i say pointing at you while i blow an hot kiss at you with my hot fresh red painted lips.. ..showing you off my perfect done makeup then i walk back to my corner stepping over it onto the middle ropes spreading my thick legs a bit to give you a good view of my flabby butt that seems naked from behind cause my thong is so thin..still blowing kisses to everyone and as the bell rings DINGGGGGGGGGGG i send the last ones to my husband and to my adoring 35yo son Jack before to hop back to the mat...

LaceyP: Oh, Patti, you’re really trying, aren’t you? I stand in my corner, one hand on my hip, the red one-piece thong leotard hugging every inch of my tight, 92-pound body like it was made for me. The OPCW crowd is losing their minds for me, their cheers drowning out the pathetic boos from your sad little fanbase. Eighty percent of this arena is mine, and I can see it eating you up inside. My long brunette hair sways as I tilt my head, smirking at your desperate little outburst. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, HUH? I’M GONNA BREAK YOU!” you scream, but all I hear is a washed-up has-been grasping at straws. I roll my eyes, letting my bright red nails—painted with your stolen lipstick—gleam under the lights as I flick my wrist dismissively. Break me? Sweetie, you couldn’t break a sweat. I watch you try to steal back the crowd, shaking those big, cellulite-riddled hips like you’re still the main attraction. Your “stripper dance” is pathetic, your flabby ass jiggling with every clumsy step. The crowd boos louder, and I can’t help but laugh, tossing my hair back, letting it cascade down my back like a dark, silky curtain. You pull out that tired old lipstick tube from between your breasts—gross, by the way—and slather on more red, puckering those duck lips like you think you’re still sexy. “MUAAAHH, MUHAAHH,” you coo, blowing kisses to a crowd that’s already moved on. I lean against the turnbuckle, my toned legs crossed casually, the white wrestling boots and knee pads making me look like a goddess compared to your clunky, dated getup. The word “S❤️xy” on your boot? Please, Patti, it’s a joke, and I’m the punchline you’ll never land.

LaceyP: You point at me, yelling, “YOU ARE SO PINNED!” and blow me a kiss with those overdone lips. I just smirk, running a hand down my side, letting the crowd see how this red leotard clings to every curve of my 19-year-old body. Your makeup looks like a clown show; mine’s flawless, and I know it’s driving you insane that I’m wearing your brand better than you ever could. You waddle back to your corner, climbing the ropes to show off that saggy, thong-barely-covered butt. The crowd groans, and I stifle a laugh, shaking my head. You’re embarrassing yourself, Patti. Blowing kisses to your husband and your 35-year-old son? That’s cute, but it’s not saving you. The bell rings—DINGGGGGGGGG—and I push off the turnbuckle, strutting to the center of the ring, my hips swaying with every step, the leotard riding high to show off my toned thighs. I blow a single, taunting kiss back at you, my red lips curling into a cocky grin. “Let’s go, grandma,” I purr, loud enough for the front row to hear. “Time to send you back to the nursing home.” I’ve got nothing to fear from you, Patti. You’re a relic, and I’m the future. This ring is mine, and I’m about to pin you so fast your head’ll spin. Bring it on, old lady—you’re done.

LipstickPatti: i hear your words and they make me get even more mad...i'm grunting...my face so red in anger...you mock my about the word “S❤️xy” on my boots and i mock you back OH DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD LOOK BETTER ON YOU? OH PLEASE!! I'M GONNA TAKE YOURS AS SOUVENIR!...i say as finally the bell rings and i have to admit that at this point i feel a bit nervous...you act so confident about yourself....and the big age difference obviously will help you....that's why i want to take control from the start....i don't mind if i need to be rough with you......i do want to pin you but i want to do it in a big fashion..proving to all OPCW i'm not a joke...so as i hop back to the mat and start to walk around you...both arms up...circling around and around as i move closer to your smaller body...LET'S SEE WHO'S THE STRONGEST...i say wiggling my fingers..going for a couple of fake attemps to go for a lock up doing a couple of big steps toward you before to hop back...but as i try to the 3rd one, instead of going for a lockup i try to catch you off guard looking to hit the tip toe of my white boot directly into your gut as hard as i can...AYEEEEEEEEE....

LaceyP: Oh, Patti, your tantrum is just adorable. I stand in the center of the ring, my red one-piece thong leotard clinging to my 92-pound frame like a second skin, every curve catching the arena lights as I tilt my head with a cocky smirk. My long brunette hair sways, and I flash my bright red nails—your stolen lipstick brand looking so much better on me. “Take my boots as a souvenir?” I purr, laughing as I toss my hair back. “Honey, you’ll be lucky if you can still walk after I’m done with you.” Your face is beet red, and I can see you shaking with rage, grunting like some kind of wild animal. It’s pathetic, and the crowd knows it, their cheers for me drowning out your sad little fanbase. The bell rings—DINGGGGGGGGG—and I’m ready to make you look like the joke you are. You hop off the ropes, all 198 pounds of you lumbering toward me, circling like you think you’re intimidating. “LET’S SEE WHO’S THE STRONGEST!” you bellow, wiggling your fingers like some cartoon villain. I just roll my eyes, strutting in place, letting my white wrestling boots click on the mat, my toned legs flexing under the white knee pads. You’re trying so hard to psych me out with your fake lockup attempts, lunging forward and hopping back like a clunky old machine. The crowd’s laughing, Patti, and I’m eating it up, blowing a taunting kiss to the front row as I sway my hips, the red leotard riding high to show off my thighs.

LaceyP: Then you go for it—your third fake-out, but this time you swing that chunky white boot right at my gut with a shrill “AYEEEEEEEEE!” I see it coming from a mile away, but I’m cocky and know I can take it. Your boot connects, and it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck. My eyes go wide, my mouth drops open in a dramatic gasp, and I double over, clutching my stomach as if my soul’s been kicked out of me. “OHHHHHHH!” I wail, stumbling back, my legs wobbling like jelly as I collapse against the ropes, my hair spilling messily over my face. The crowd gasps, and I can hear your heavy breathing as you got me with that one. I stagger, one hand gripping the ropes, the other pressed to my gut, my red lips parted in a whimper. “Oh no… Patti… you’re… too strong!” I gasp, my voice dripping with mock panic as I sink to one knee, letting my leotard stretch tight across my chest for the crowd’s benefit. I stagger back up, swaying like I’m about to collapse, giving you that wide-eyed, helpless look. Go ahead, old lady—try me.

LipstickPatti: as my knee hits your belly so hard you stumble backward after a loud scream....your back hits the ropes and you drop onto the mat onto one knee in front of me keep holding the rope with one hand....and holding your stomach with the other....WHAT'S WRONG? ALREADY TIRED HUN? WE JUST STARTED! i say mocking you as i grab your long hair lifting your head up so you can watch me into my eyes....AWW THAT LIPSTICK LOOKS SOOOO NICE ON YOU! IT LOOKS IT'S MY OWN ONE!! i say as i lift my right hand and slap your face as hard as i can ....

LaceyP: The sharp sting of your slap explodes across my cheek, a fiery jolt that snaps my head to the side. My long hair, still tangled in your grip, yanks at my scalp, forcing my gaze back to meet your mocking eyes. The pain radiates, hot and pulsing, leaving my skin tingling as a faint red flush blooms where your hand struck. I gasp, my breath hitching from the low blow to my stomach, my abs clenching tight as I clutch the ropes for support. My body sways, one knee pressed into the mat, my curves trembling with the effort to stay upright. Your words drip with taunting venom, and I feel the heat of humiliation mixing with defiance in my chest. My lips, glossy with that deep red lipstick you mocked, part as I suck in a ragged breath, my emerald eyes blazing up at you. The crowd’s roar fades into a dull hum as I focus on you, my heart pounding, sweat glistening on my exposed skin, my tight ring gear hugging every curve. The slap still burns, but I grit my teeth, forcing a smirk despite the ache. “Not… tired,” I pant, my voice low and sultry, defiance lacing every word. “You hit like a jealous ex, hun.” I tighten my grip on the rope, my nails digging into the coarse fiber, and slowly pull myself up, my body brushing dangerously close to yours. My cheek throbs, but I tilt my head, letting my hair fall seductively over one shoulder, daring you to try that again...

LipstickPatti: your smaller body almost fall onto the mat as i hit you so hard.....but you slowly get up again...almost daring me to hit you again...i look around wondering what i should have to do with you...so i ask to the crowd..SHOULD I HIT HER AGAIN? a mix of YESSSSS and NOOOOOOO...echoes in the arena as i grab your hair with my left hand lifting your head to look up at me...your emeral eyes blazing up at me as i ram my right fist into your forehead looking to make you stumble backward to your own corner if i can...

LaceyP: My petite frame trembles as your brutal blow sends me staggering, my knees buckling beneath me, nearly kissing the mat in a haze of pain and defiance. My eyes blaze with unyielding fire, locking onto your towering figure as you wrench my hair, yanking my head back with a cruel grip that makes my scalp scream. The crowd’s roars—half cheering for more, half pleading for mercy—pulse through the arena like a living beast, but I’m barely aware of them, my world narrowing to the searing ache in my skull and the relentless force of your presence. Your fist crashes into my forehead, a thunderous strike that explodes stars behind my eyes, sending me stumbling backward, my body swaying like a ragdoll toward my corner, each step a battle against the darkness creeping at the edges of my vision, yet that defiant spark in me dares you to come at me again....

LipstickPatti: i walk toward you as i see you stumbling back to the corner and as i'm close enough i bend over grabbing your right hand with my left one....my right hand goes between your legs cupping your mound....i lift you up over my shoulders in a fireman carry parading you around the ring for all to see grinding my fingers against your intimate parts to add insult to injury...then i stop in the center of the ring and throw you in front of me as i drop onto one knee looking to slam your gut into my knee in a gutbuster if i can...AYEEEEE...

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LaceyP: My body sways, barely holding on as I stumble back to the corner, the world a blur of pain and dizziness, when your towering figure closes in, your left hand seizing my right with an iron grip that sends a jolt through my trembling frame. Before I can react, your right hand slides between my thighs, cupping my mound with a brazen, humiliating touch that ignites a flush of heat across my skin, my breath catching in a helpless gasp. You hoist me effortlessly onto your shoulders in a fireman’s carry, my world tilting as you parade me around the ring, your fingers grinding against my most intimate parts, each movement a taunting violation that draws shocked roars from the crowd and leaves me squirming in futile resistance. Then, with a cruel flourish, you halt in the ring’s center, flinging me off your shoulders, my body arcing through the air before crashing gut-first onto your waiting knee in a vicious gutbuster, the impact driving the air from my lungs in a ragged cry, my lithe form crumpling over your thigh, utterly at your mercy as pain consumes me and the arena spins...

LipstickPatti: i don't give you any time for recover....so as you land on my knee first and then i push you onto the mat i get up but suddenly grab your hair....NO TIME TO GET A NAP HUN!! C'MON, GET UP! i say pulling you up roughly with both of my hands in your hair...i force you first on your knee then up to your feet...but keep you bent over in front of me....SO, WHAT DID YOU SAID TO ME? I WAS UGLY? I WAS A LOSER, HUH? WHAT ELSE? i say as i don't even wait for your reply and do a jump lifting both of my knees up to your face while i pull your hair down, looking to slam your face against my padded knee as i drop on my ass in a face stabber...AYEEEEEEEEEE...

LaceyP: My body collapses over your knee, the gutbuster leaving me gasping, my insides screaming as I slump to the mat, but you grant me no reprieve, your hands swiftly tangling in my hair with a vicious tug that rips a yelp from my throat. “No time to get a nap, hun! C’mon, get up!” you snarl, yanking me roughly to my knees, then to my feet, my scalp burning under your merciless grip as I’m forced to bend forward, my trembling, limp form swaying helplessly before you. Your taunts cut through the haze—mocking my earlier words, calling you ugly, a loser—each syllable dripping with venom as I struggle to even process, my head spinning, my body too weak to resist. Before I can muster a sound, you leap, pulling my hair down with brutal force, your padded knees rising to meet my face in a devastating face stabber; the impact explodes across my features, a white-hot burst of pain as my vision blurs, my body crumpling to the mat beneath you, utterly broken and defenseless, my once-defiant spirit drowned in the overwhelming tide of your dominance...

LipstickPatti: we both drops onto the mat, i still on my ass sat....adjusting my hair with an evil smile while you crumple to the mat beneath me....i roll you on your back placing my big chest over yours not even hooking one of your legs......the ref checks your shoulder and drops onto the mat ONEEEEE....but i suddenly grab your hair lifting your head and shoulders off the mat in fast way....AWWWWWW...SHE KICKED OUT!! SHE'S NOT DONE YET! i say acting like if it was you kicking out....but i drag you up by hair...I'M SOOOOO SORRY TO RUINE YOUR HAIR HUN...I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU TAKE CARE OF THEM! i say as i grab your wrist and throw you to the ropes with all the strenght i have..looking to run you over there as fast as i can...to make you bounce back full speed..meanwhile i run to the oppsite side running to the ropes as well...and bounce back at you looking to meet you in the center of the ring and strike a front kick directly to your face if i can...AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

LaceyP: My body crumples to the mat, the air driven from my lungs as your heavy chest presses down on mine, the heat of your skin searing through my black lingerie, pinning me with humiliating ease as the ref’s hand slaps the mat for the count of “ONE!” Before I can even struggle, your fingers twist into my hair, yanking my head and shoulders up with a vicious tug that rips a gasp from my lips, my scalp burning as you mockingly crow, “AWWWWWW… SHE KICKED OUT! SHE’S NOT DONE YET!” Your taunting words drip with sadistic glee, and I’m helpless as you haul me up by my hair, my legs wobbling, my once-perfect locks now a tangled mess as you sneer about ruining them. With a brutal grip on my wrist, you whip me toward the ropes with terrifying force, my body hurtling forward, only to rebound at breakneck speed, my vision blurring as I see you charging from the opposite side, your powerful frame a blur until your foot rockets toward my face in a devastating front kick, the impact exploding across my jaw, sending me sprawling back to the mat in a daze, my limbs limp, utterly dismantled as you toy with me in what has turned into a merciless squash match....

LipstickPatti: crowd roars as they see my big boot hitting your jaw so hard sending your body sprawling back to the mat in a daze...the fact i lfited my leg so high to kick your head made my sexy swimsuit riding up between my labia...so i have to tug it and pull it off from inside me...I look down at you knowing the match is alraedy over....but can't pin you so early...the crowd paied for a show and i have to give them a show....so i grab your hair again..lifting you up to your feet...C'MON GIRL...DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE ALREADY TIRED....i say mocking you....

LaceyP: The crowd’s deafening roar echoes in my ears as your brutal kick slams into my jaw, the force sending my body crashing to the mat, my vision swimming in a haze of pain, my red one piece twisted and disheveled, the delicate material riding up to expose the soft curve of my pussy, leaving me vulnerable and humiliated. As I lie there, dazed, I catch a glimpse of you adjusting your swimsuit, the fabric wedged provocatively between your labia before you tug it free with a confident smirk, your dominance radiating as you tower over me, fully aware the match is yours. Your hand tangles in my hair again, yanking me up to my wobbling feet, my scalp screaming under your grip as you mock me with a taunting, “C’MON GIRL… DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE ALREADY TIRED!” The words sting almost as much as the ache in my body, my one piece clinging to my sweat-drenched skin, barely holding together as I struggle to stand, my exposed flesh a testament to your relentless assault, while the crowd hungers for the show you’re determined to deliver at my expense...

LipstickPatti: you look so dazed in front of me and i decide to go to hit you in some good fashion...i bend over and plant my head between your legs lifting you up so your legs are over my shoulders and your pussy a couple of inches from my face.....i grunt as i do that walking you to the nreast turnbuckle...i sit you there....and put my head away from between your legs...i ajdust my hair and ram a fist to your gut as you lay onto the top pad of the turnbuckle sat....then i climb over the ropes, first the lower ones, then the middle ones....and try to tug your head against my hips in a front headlock......

LaceyP: I am totally out of it at this point. I have been for quite some time. You are just ragdolling me however you like at this point. No rest for the weary as you are on me and you bend down and hoist me up onto your shoulders. My pussy is inches from your face. You easily walk me over to the nearest corner and sit me on the top. OOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF I take a big blow to my tummy and my cheeks puff out and my eyes go wide as this wakes me up a bit...You start to climb up the ropes until you get to the middle one and placing my head in a front facelock and feeling your fatty rolls against me cheek as you hold me there and my arms just hang limply...

LipstickPatti: the crowd seems surprised to see a woman almost 60 totally squshing a such young wrestler....but i wont stop....so i grab your arm and put it around my head and i bend over your back grabbing the big leg hole of your suit and pull it hard giving you a double front and rear wedgie pulling hard...squashing your face against my sweaty fatty rolls..ARE YOU READY TO FLY? i say as i do another step over the top ropes with both of my boots..then i plant them and YANKKKKKKKK..your suit so hard using the fabric of your suit as leverage....lifting your body up vertical before i let me fall backward....looking to slam your poor back onto the mat with a superplex if i can...AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

LipstickPatti: https://makeagif.com/gif/bliss-superplex-eca17V

LaceyP: The crowd’s gasps echo as I, a young wrestler in my prime, find myself utterly dominated by this fierce woman nearing 60, her raw power overwhelming me in ways I never imagined. My body, clad in a skimpy red leotard, trembles as she seizes my arm, wrenching it around her head while bending over my back, her grip like iron. Before I can react, her fingers hook into the wide leg hole of my suit, yanking it mercilessly, the fabric biting into my skin as she delivers a brutal double wedgie, front and rear, the stretch exposing every inch of my vulnerability. My face is smothered against her sweaty, fleshy rolls, the heat and pressure dizzying as she taunts, “ARE YOU READY TO FLY?” Her boots thunder over the top ropes, planting firmly as she tugs my suit even harder, the material straining against my body, lifting me vertical with terrifying ease. My world spins, my curves helpless in her grasp, and with a primal “AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she falls backward, hurling me through the air, my back crashing onto the mat in a bone-rattling superplex, leaving me a gasping, writhing ragdoll at her mercy...

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LipstickPatti: I sit up adjusting my hair before to look back behind me and see your body flat in pain...once again I take off my red lipstick from in between my breasts and apply it on my lips before to invite the cameraman to follow me with my fingers...COME HERE...he steps over the apron as I reach for your hair showing your face to the camera..as I tant you and speak to the camera...LOOK AT HER! SHE S FINISHED! NOW WHOS THE JOBBER HUH? WHO DARE TO SAY IM A JOBBER? I say as I drag you up to your feet..slipping one hand between your legs cupping your mound.. the other one around your neck...I lift you up like if I want to bodyslam you but instead I parade you around the ring for all to see....

LaceyP: As I lay there, sprawled across the mat, my body throbs with a dull ache, every muscle screaming from the punishment you've dished out. My skimpy red one-piece clings to my sweat-slicked skin, riding up in all the wrong places, exposing more than I’d ever want as the crowd’s roars burn my ears. You grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my flushed, defeated face into the camera’s cold lens while your taunts slice through me: “LOOK AT HER! SHE’S FINISHED!” My cheeks burn with humiliation as you drag me to my feet, your hand slipping between my thighs, cupping my mound with a possessive grip, while your other arm snakes around my neck, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. Hoisted like a trophy, my body dangles helplessly in your hold, my legs kicking weakly as you parade me around the ring, my costume betraying me further with every step, the fabric creeping higher, leaving me exposed and vulnerable while the crowd’s jeers and the camera’s unblinking eye feast on my defeat...

LipstickPatti: i parade you around the ring nodding as i let the blood rushing over your head...stopping for a moment in front of the cameraman just to blow a kiss...THIS IS A MESSAGE TO ALL THE OPCW WOMEN WRESTLERS....i say as i walk back to the center of the ring and kick my thick legs forward spreading them a bit as i slam your head onto the mat in a Michinoku Driver letting your body drop in front of me flat onto the mat....BAAAAAAAAMHHHHHHHHHHH...

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LaceyP: My world spins, my body dangling helplessly in your iron grip as you parade me around the ring, the blood rushing to my head, pounding in my ears while my skimpy red one-piece, now a shameful rag, rides up excruciatingly, exposing my flushed, trembling skin to the roaring crowd. Your hand, possessively cupping my pussy, sends an unwanted shiver through me, my body betraying me with a humiliating pulse of heat despite the degradation. You pause, blowing a taunting kiss to the cameraman, your voice booming, “THIS IS A MESSAGE TO ALL THE OPCW WOMEN WRESTLERS!” before strutting to the ring’s center, your thick legs kicking forward, spreading with confidence as you hoist me higher. Then, with a brutal flourish, you slam me down in a Michinoku Driver, my head crashing onto the mat with a sickening BAAAAAAAAMHHHHHHHHHHH, the impact igniting a blinding, agonizing PAINGASM that rips through me, my legs twitching feebly, my body collapsing flat, utterly broken, as waves of pain and unwanted pleasure collide, leaving me a quivering, humiliated wreck under the arena’s unforgiving lights...

LipstickPatti: i adjust my hair and my suit pulling it to cover my flabby breasts better....i check my eyes makeup with my fingers to see if it's smearing but it sitll perfect like it was at the start.....so i turn to one side and crawl over your body placing my back over your chest in a crossbody fashion....my right hand slide between your legs doing a little rub on your kitty before to slide along the back of your thigh and under your knee...hooking it as i lift your leg up giving to the crowd a good view of your crotch area since in this way your legs are spread....i lean over your body in sexy way, crossing my legs to each other as the ref drops onto the mat slapping his hand 1...i nod while my fans yells ONEEEEEEEE..with the ref and i show my index finger up in the air...

LipstickPatti:

LaceyP: My body writhes uncontrollably on the mat, wracked by intense paingasm spasms that jolt through me like lightning, each twitch a humiliating betrayal as my skimpy red one-piece, now a tattered, sweat-drenched shred, clings desperately to my skin, riding up so high it exposes every trembling inch of my shame to the jeering crowd. You adjust your hair and tug your suit to cover your flabby breasts, your pristine eye makeup untouched as you smirk with cruel confidence. With a sultry, predatory crawl, you drape yourself over me in a crossbody pin, your heavy, warm curves pressing into my chest, crushing my ragged breaths. Your right hand snakes between my thighs, delivering a slow, deliberate rub to my hypersensitive kitty, igniting a mortifying surge of heat that makes my spasms intensify, my hips jerking involuntarily as you glide your fingers along the back of my thigh, hooking my knee and yanking my leg skyward. My crotch is splayed obscenely, the stretched fabric of my one-piece offering no cover, baring my most vulnerable parts to the crowd’s ravenous gaze. You lean over me, your body curving in a seductive arc, legs crossed with taunting elegance as the ref slams the mat with a booming “ONE!” The crowd’s deafening “ONEEEEEEEE!” mirrors your raised index finger, and I’m pinned, utterly broken, my body convulsing in uncontrollable, humiliating spasms, each pulse a torturous mix of agony and unwanted pleasure, leaving me powerless to kick out under your smug, dominating weight..

LipstickPatti: i feel your body spasming a bit under me ...your moans are music to my ears...AREN'T YOU ACTING SO BITCHY ANYMORE? HUH? i say in arrogant way....as the ref slaps his hand for the 1st time and lift his arm again ready to slap it....ARE YOU ALRAEDY DONE, HUH? I mock you as i uncross my legs spreading my legs wide open a bit more to give to the crowd a good view of my intimate parts as well. making them taking pics also of my crotch area on purpose....AWWWW YOU PERV!! ...i say as the ref slaps his hand 2....I show off a middle finger near my index one....nodding as the crowd yells TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ....pulling your hooked leg much more, almost lifting your ass off the mat to show off a complete dmination...but as the ref is about to slap 3 i let go your hooked leg and grab your hair waiting for the last moment...THRRRRRRR....and PULLLLLLLLLL...your head up off the mat as the crowd yells....THREEEEEEEEEEEEE...but the ref hasn't slapped yet....OHH NO NO NO...SHE ISN'T DONE YET....ARE YOU? i ask you shaking your head side to side like if you are saying "no"....

LaceyP: My petite frame quakes beneath you, each violent paingasm spasm ripping through me like a storm, my moans escaping in ragged, humiliating whimpers as my tattered red one-piece, now a disheveled, sweat-soaked ruin, rides up so high it exposes my throbbing pussy to the crowd’s relentless gaze, the fabric twisted and useless, leaving me utterly bare. You taunt me with an arrogant sneer, “AREN’T YOU ACTING SO BITCHY ANYMORE? HUH?” as the ref’s hand slaps the mat for “ONE,” your weight pinning me, your curves grinding into my chest, stealing my breath. You uncross your legs, spreading them wide, flaunting your own intimate parts for the crowd’s flashing cameras, mocking me with a sly, “AWWWW YOU PERV!!” as the ref slams “TWO,” the crowd roaring “TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Your middle finger joins your index in a defiant gesture, and you yank my hooked leg higher, nearly lifting my ass off the mat, my exposed crotch on obscene display, every spasm amplifying my shame. Just as the ref raises his hand for “THREE,” you release my leg, snatch my hair, and jerk my head off the mat, shaking it side to side as you taunt, “OHH NO NO NO...SHE ISN’T DONE YET....ARE YOU?” forcing my head to mimic a “no” while the crowd screams “THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!” My body, ragdolled and toyed with, convulses helplessly, my pussy still splayed for all to see, each twitch a torturous blend of agony and unwanted arousal under your cruel, dominating control..

LipstickPatti: i show your face to everyone still holding you by your hair making you look like a ragdoll....once again i get up and pull you up with me....and once again i show your face to the camera.....i scream in your face....LOOK AT THIS BITCH!! THIS IS HOW LIPSTICK PATTI WILL MAKE YOU LOOK!! i say taking care you show off that red lipstick of mine i gave you before the match...BLOW A KISS TO YOUR OPCW FRIENDS! I say sqeezing in humiliating fashion your cheeks to make your lips puckering....while i do the same puckering mine and blowing a kiss to the people who are watching our match live on OPCW TV....my son cheering me...YEAH MOM!! YOU'RE THE BEST!! Marvin says to me....C'MON PATTI!! FINISH HER!! i nod at him as i slide my right hand between your legs again feeling your pussy a bit exposed since that fabric of your suit is a bit out of place..my other arm around your neck..i lift you up like if i'm going to slam you again but instead i turn you upsided down, with your belly against mine....your face against my pussy..while yours is right in front of mine....i start to ram my knees agains your face each step i do as i parade you around the ring in cruel way....your fans BOOOOOOOOOOOOO at me...

LipstickPatti:

LaceyP:  Squeezing my cheeks until they ache, you pucker lips mockingly, commanding another humiliating kiss blown to the viewers while you do the same, your son's ecstatic yells of "YEAH MOM, MAKE HER YOUR BITCH!" piercing my soul as you parade my naked, twitching form like a broken sex toy, my OPCW allies watching in high-def horror as my dignity shatters completely under your sadistic reign... My shattered body hangs limp in your unyielding grasp, upside down like a conquered prize, blood rushing to my throbbing head as my vision swims in a fog of defeat and disgrace, every muscle twitching uncontrollably from the relentless punishment. The tattered remnants of my red leotard finally peel away entirely, exposing my naked, dripping pussy just a breath away from your mocking lips, your hot exhalations teasing my swollen, sensitive folds while a trickle of my own arousal betrays me, glistening shamefully under the arena lights for the OPCW TV cameras to capture in vivid detail. With each brutal knee you drive into my battered face, a fresh wave of pain explodes through my jaw, splitting my lip and sending a warm spray of blood across your thighs, mixing with the sweat and musk of your pussy that's smothered against my smeared, lipstick-caked mouth—your "gift" now a clownish streak of red humiliation, forcing me to taste your dominance as I gasp for air.  

LipstickPatti: now also my fans seems to BOOOOOOO me .....i'm becoming too cruel with you exactly as i did with Katie in my latest OPCW match. Your fans begging me to stop hurting you like this...but i still want to make it clear that i'm going to destroy everyone who will step into the ring with me. And i keep taunting you...YOU SHOULD BEG ME TO PIN YOU! i say keep slamming my knees to your face until i stop in the center of the ring shaking my head in seductive way to move my hair behind my head....WELL? BEG ME TO FINISH YOU! i say as i keep you upsided down with your face against my kitty making you feel i'm getting so excited feeling myself so dominant...

LaceyP: My world is a haze of pain and degradation as you hold me upside down in the center of the ring, my naked, twitching body dangling like a broken marionette, my face pressed suffocatingly against the damp heat of your pussy, the musky scent of your arousal flooding my senses as your excitement at my destruction pulses against my bloodied, lipstick-smeared lips. The crowd’s boos, once aimed at you, now turn on me, a stinging betrayal from my own fans who can’t stomach the sight of my utter humiliation, their cries mixing with your sadistic taunts as you scream for me to beg you to pin me, each vicious knee to my face splitting my swollen lips further, blood dripping down to mingle with the sweat and shame coating my skin. Your fingers, still cruelly wedged between my thighs, toy with my exposed, quivering pussy, the frayed edge of my ruined red leotard scraping my raw clit, forcing a humiliating whimper from my throat as my body betrays me with a shudder of unwanted arousal under the glaring OPCW TV lights. As you shake your head seductively, tossing your hair with a flourish, your dominance radiates, and my fans’ desperate pleas for mercy fall on your deaf ears, drowned out by Marvin’s cheers and your chilling vow to destroy anyone who dares face you. My voice, hoarse and broken, barely chokes out a plea as you demand I beg for your finish, "p..pp...plea.....se" my dignity obliterated, my naked form trembling in your grip, a living testament to your merciless supremacy as I struggle to breathe against the cruel press of your kitty..

LipstickPatti: i hear you begging me and it's enough....HAVE YOU HEARED HER? THE OTHER DAY SHE WAS CALLING ME FAT AND OLD, NOW SHE'S BEGGING ME! i mock you giving you another slam with my padded knee that became red for the blood and the lipstick.....i look directly into the camera as i show off no mercy to you.....WHO WILL BE THE NEXT ONE? i ask arrogantly as i do a big jump dropping on my knees onto the mat slamming your head hardly onto the canvas as hard as i can in a tombstone piledriver looking to finish you in the worst hardest way ever....AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

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LaceyP: My shattered plea for mercy chokes out in a hoarse whimper, instantly drowned by your venomous mockery as you scream to the OPCW TV crowd, gloating about how I dared call you fat and old, now reduced to a sniveling, broken mess in your unrelenting grip. Your knee, slick with my blood and smeared with the garish red lipstick you forced on me, slams into my battered face again, splitting my lip wider, the coppery taste flooding my mouth as my vision swims, my naked body dangling upside down, my exposed pussy throbbing just inches from your taunting lips, your hot breath and cruel fingers grazing my swollen, dripping folds, coaxing a shameful slickness that betrays my defeat. You pivot to the camera, eyes blazing with sadistic pride, bellowing, “WHO WILL BE THE NEXT ONE?” before launching into a devastating leap, your knees crashing down in a bone-shattering tombstone piledriver, my head smashing into the canvas with a sickening crunch that plunges me into darkness. As my limp, twitching body crumples, a violent, uncontrollable squirting orgasm erupts through me, my pussy convulsing wildly, gushing torrents of hot, slick juices that spray across the mat, splattering your thighs and pooling beneath me in a humiliating puddle, my spasming hips bucking involuntarily, each shudder sending more of my essence spilling out in a degrading spectacle under the glaring arena lights, my fans’ horrified gasps and Marvin’s exultant cheers ringing in my fading consciousness as you loom over my obliterated, soaking form, your dominance absolute...

LipstickPatti: i see your body falling like a tree in frong of me as i let go your waist....you lay onto the canvas spread eagled...your body convusling to the point you have an uncontrollable squirting orgasm that makes a puddle of your own juice between your legs...i look at you with a disgusted expression....wondering how much you worked yourself before our match to be so excited to explode after a piledriver...WHAT A SLUT!! i could pin you...and i could do that in the way i like....but the fact you teased yourself in this way before the match makes me thing you did it on purpose...maybe to make me taste that fucking juice of yours. And you need to pay for this....WELL? WHAT WERE YOU PLANNING TO DO? HUH? i say as i get up shaking your head with my boot....YOU PLANNED TO SQUIRT ON MY FACE, HUH? THAT'S WHY YOU FINGERED YOU BEFORE THE MATCH? i say as i plant my boot on your face turning it to one side in a dominating fashion.. ..the ref drops onto the mat ONEEEEEEE...TWOOOOOOOO...but once again i take off the boot....OH NO NO NO....AFTER THIS ONE YOU GONNA BEG ME MORE...i say grabbing your hair and lifting your head off the mat....shaking it like if you were a ragdoll....SAY IT! PLEASE PATTI HAVE MERCY!! PIN ME PLEASE!! SAY IT! ...i yell at you now getting really so mad....DO IT OR I'M GONNA END YOUR CAREER...

LaceyP: My broken body collapses onto the canvas like a discarded puppet, my legs splayed wide in a humiliating spread-eagle, every muscle quaking as an uncontrollable squirting orgasm rips through me, my pussy convulsing with raw, shameful force, unleashing a torrential gush that pools in a glistening, obscene puddle between my trembling thighs, the sticky mess seeping into the mat and catching the harsh lights, broadcasting my degradation in vivid detail to the roaring crowd. Your face twists into a sneer of pure disgust as you loom over me, your voice a venomous hiss as you call me a depraved slut, accusing me of frantically fingering myself before the match to orchestrate this degrading eruption, as if I schemed to defile you with my arousal, my face a grotesque mask of smeared blood, sweat, and your garish red lipstick, now streaked across my bruised cheeks and chin like a badge of shame, the coppery tang of blood mixing with the musky residue of your pussy still lingering on my lips from your earlier cruelty. Your boot crashes onto my face, grinding my swollen, battered cheek into the mat’s abrasive surface, twisting my head painfully to one side as you scream about my alleged plot to squirt on you, the ref’s count thundering—“ONEEEEEEE…TWOOOOOOOO…”—before you rip your boot away, denying me the pin’s escape, leaving my naked, spasming body, my dripping pussy quivering under the arena’s merciless glare. You seize my tangled, sweat-soaked hair, yanking my limp head off the mat, shaking me like a worthless ragdoll, my neck flopping helplessly, my vision a blurry haze as you bellow for me to beg, your voice a furious, career-ending snarl, my choked, pathetic whimper barely audible as my body continues to betray me, each shuddering aftershock of my orgasm sending fresh trickles of juice down my thighs, pooling further beneath me as my fans’ horrified boos clash with Marvin’s ecstatic cheers, my utter humiliation cemented under your sadistic, unrelenting dominance..

LipstickPatti: despite the fact your body still spasming in a mix of pain and pleasure you still not begging me to finish you....which it makes me get even more mad at you.....WELL? YOU WERE SO COCKY SOME DAYS AGO! WHERE IS YOUR ARROGANCE, HUH? i say as i reach for your hair...some people now starts to throw some popcorns and plastic bottels into the ring in protest....your hair and face are all messed up....and so is your red attire....i pull you up roughly by hair...but i feel that your body doesn't follow your head....so i need to pull harder...and finally you are up to your feet....i bend over in front of you and put my head between your legs lifting you up over my shoulders.....your body seems so limp so i sit you up over the top pad of the turnbuckle...then slip my head off and grab your hair pulling your head down forcing you to bend over my left arm goes around your head as i place your head next to mine but in a upsided down way...with your head locked by my arm i grab the back of your legs behind your knees and pull you up and off from the corner....keeping your legs spread wide open for all to see how wet you are between your legs....BEG ME TO PIN YOU! i say as i keep parading your kitty almost completely uncovered by your red swimsuit...

LipstickPatti:

LaceyP: My naked body quivers uncontrollably, as you try anbd yank me to my feet by my hair. I dont follow as I am deadweight at this point. You finally yank harder and just pull my 92lbs up and situate me. A molten blend of searing pain and forbidden pleasure coursing through every nerve, as I hang powerless in your unyielding grasp, my sweat-drenched skin gleaming under the arena’s blazing lights, every inch of my exposed curves trembling for the jeering crowd. My tattered red swimsuit lies discarded on the mat, leaving me utterly bare, my heaving breasts and slick, pulsing core bared to the world, the cool air teasing my overheated flesh as popcorn and bottles rain down from the outraged spectators. Your powerful arm locks my head tight against yours, my flushed face pressed upside-down against your cheek in a humiliating, intimate hold, while your other hand cruelly spreads my thighs wide, displaying the glistening, throbbing wetness between my legs for all to see, my body betraying me with each desperate twitch. You parade me like a conquered prize, your voice a low, commanding growl demanding I beg for the pin, but even as my core clenches with shameful need, my lips remain sealed as I can only only mumble incoherently, my pride a fragile spark amidst the electric storm of my ravaged, yearning form...

LipstickPatti: i parade you around the ring letting everyone taking a good view and eventually taking some good pics of your intimate parts on display....but you keep not begging me to be pinned and the crowd knows that i'm gonna hurt you for that...OH IS THAT SO, HUH? AS YOU WISH! i say as i do a 360 degrees spreading your legs even more wider to show off everyone the slut you are...LOOK AT THIS SLUT!! HOW PROUD YOU ARE ABOUT THIS, HUH? i say once again showing off to everyone the effects of the way you teased yourself in the locker room before the match....and then i do a jump kicking my thick legs forward and drop to my ass onto the mat with a big BAMHHHHHHHHHHH...making the mat shaking executing a perfect kinniku buster....the crowd shocked...some getting up from their chairs wondering how bad i hurted you with this move...now almost 90% of the crowd BOOOOOOOO...as i keep hurting you unnecessarily showing off totally no mercy for you....

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LaceyP: I’m splayed across the mat, my body a shuddering, sweat-soaked altar of depravity, every nerve screaming with the cataclysmic jolt of your Kinniku Buster, a torturous ecstasy that sends molten rivers of raw, pulsating lust erupting through my trembling limbs, pooling in a throbbing, insatiable ache deep within my dripping core. My legs, pried open in shameless submission by your merciless grip, convulse under the blazing arena lights, my swollen pussy and engorged clit laid bare in obscene splendor, slick with a torrid flood of arousal that trickles lewdly onto the canvas, each pulse of my exposed sex a siren’s call to the ravenous crowd and their relentless, flashing cameras. Your voice, a sultry whip of sadistic seduction, brands me a filthy slut, each word a molten spark that ignites the inferno raging between my thighs, my heavy, aching breasts heaving with desperate gasps, nipples taut and screaming for touch, my inner thighs trembling from the frenzied, secret strokes I lavished on myself in the locker room, now a brazen, pornographic spectacle for the mob to lust after. The mat quakes beneath me like a lover’s pulse, reverberating with the primal, earth-shaking force of your thick, chiseled legs slamming down, triggering a violent surge of molten pleasure that floods my core, my swollen walls clenching in rhythmic spasms, teetering on the edge of a shattering climax, my defiance obliterated by the unbearable need to surrender, to beg for the brutal, soul seeking invasion of your dominance. The crowd’s boos melt into a symphony of primal moans, their eyes feasting on our sweat-slicked, erotic ritual, and as you loom over me, your predatory smirk a vow of relentless, orgasmic ruin, my entire being throbs with a frantic, all-consuming craving, my body arching instinctively, chasing the precipice of a mind-shattering release under the cruel, exquisite torment of your next ravishing assault...

LaceyP:

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LipstickPatti: you body drops onto the mat in a spread eagled fashion....it's clear you're finished....now it's the crowd begging me to pin you....feeling so sorry to see a such young girl getting destroyed like this...once again i look at the camera....TO ALL THE OPCW WOMEN WRESTLERS....THE NEXT ONE WHO SAYS I'M FINISHED, THIS IS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU ALL!! i say pointing at your body flat and destroyed onto the mat before to crawl over your head....spreading my legs enough to make my own thin thong pulling tight between my big pussy lips...i drop my ass on your face....my anus on your nose, my big old and now wet pussy on your face....i reach for your left leg and pull it backward under my armpit....making you do a split with your legs to show off once again the soaked fabric of your suit.....THIS IS YOUR SLUT!! i say grabbing the fabric and pulling it aside to show off your intimate parts....THIS IS THE BETTER WAY TO LEAVE OPCW!! I say as your pussy is completely on display for all to see now....and if even the crowd is feeling so sorry for you the view is too hot and they start to take pics of your soaked pussy showing off no mercy for you as well....a lot of flashes illuminate the arena as the ref drops onto the mat slapping his hand....1.......i nod as i show off my index finger in the air while some fans of mine and especially Marvin and Jack yells ONEEEEEEEEEEE....

LipstickPatti: 

LaceyP: My body slams onto the mat, limbs splayed in a vulnerable, sweat-slicked sprawl, my skin glistening under the arena’s scorching lights, every muscle trembling with exhaustion and a forbidden thrill as the crowd’s hungry jeers ripple through the air, their chants for your pin turning primal. You tower over me, your voice a low, taunting growl that sends shivers down my spine, “To every OPCW fighter who thinks I’m done, this is your future!” You point at my flushed, glistening form, my chest heaving with each ragged breath, the thin sheen of sweat accentuating every curve under the unrelenting glare. You stalk closer, your movements predatory, and drop to pin me, your powerful thighs straddling my waist, the heat of your body pressing against mine, a pulse of raw energy sparking between us. Your fingers grip my left leg, pulling it back with slow, deliberate force, twisting my hips in a way that sends a jolt of pain laced with something dangerously electric, “THIS IS YOUR SLUT!” you snarl, my sweat-soaked naked body bared to the roaring crowd, their fevered gazes devouring every inch. The ref’s hand slams down—ONE!—Marvin and Jack’s voices booming with wicked delight as I lie pinned beneath your commanding weight, the air thick with tension, every flash from the crowd’s cameras searing this charged, trembling moment into eternity...

LaceyP:

LipstickPatti: i try to spread my legs a bit wider if even at almost 60yo it's hard for me to do a sort of split on your face...but i try to, really wanting to punish you for the words you said in OPCW in front of everyone.....I'M GONNA MAKE YOU EAT THAT WORDS, WHORE! i say doing a nasty hard rub of the soaked fabric of my suit agaisnt your face making you feel that i'm really enjoying pinning you like this..as i look to don't make you forget so easily what's happening in this ring....the ref slaps his hand for the 1st time and after i pull the fabric of your suit to the side exposing your private parts i do a slap to your naked pussy...making it doing a "sqiushing" sound for the fact your still wet a lot....i smile looking at the crowd...HEY HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A WRESTLER GETTING SO HORNY FOR GETTING DEFEATED AND HUMILIATED LIKE THIS WHORE? i say as the ref takes more than 3 seconds slapping his hand onto the mat for a 2nd time.....TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...my fans yells all together while i lift my middle finger in the air next to my index one already up...shwoing off 2 fingers now as i nod at the crowd...

LaceyP: Your nearly 60-year-old body towers over me, your thighs flexing as you force them into a wide, punishing split, the fabric of your suit grinding mercilessly against my face, smearing your hot, musky scent across my lips and nose, making me choke on your dominance as you revel in my utter degradation. “I’m gonna make you eat those words, whore!” you snarl, her voice thick with contempt for the insults I dared to spit at OPCW, her hips grinding with cruel, deliberate force, coating my mouth as she pins me helplessly beneath her, my sweat-drenched body quivering under the arena’s unforgiving lights. My naked pussy splayed wide, glistening and shamefully wet, and with a sadistic grin, she delivers a stinging slap to my exposed folds, the loud squish of my arousal echoing like a traitor’s confession, drawing jeers from the crowd. You mock me, turning to the frenzied audience, their cameras flashing to capture my humiliation as she raises two fingers—middle and index—taunting them with a smug nod while the ref’s hand slams down, “TWOOOO!” the arena exploding with chants of her name, her grinding hips ensuring this moment of my complete, degrading submission is burned into my soul forever..

LipstickPatti: i try to spread my legs more....looking to make my thong vanishing in between my bit labia only to make you feel my pussy better....OHHHHHHHHHH...but my facial expression turns to a painful one....my inner tights are getting too much stretched...so i stop...relaxing over your mouth...giving a thrust to my hips to wet your face a bit more with my own juice....while i pull your hooked leg more to spread your legs....and your pussy lips to give you a final humiliation....but as the ref slaps 3 and the crowd yells together THREEEEEEEEEE....while i nod for the 3rd time lifting my ring finger to make the sing of 3 .......the ref is about to point at the bell....NO REF!! COUNT HER TO 10....pretending to make the ref counting your pin to 10....so the bell doesn't ring yet...the ref nods at me and drops back to the mat slapping his hand 4....5....6....

LaceyP: My young, fit body battered and broken, lying helpless beneath Patti, the fierce 60-year-old warrior who’s dominated me this entire match. Her thighs spread wide over my face, her thong vanishing between her swollen, dripping labia as she grinds her slick pussy hard against my lips, forcing me to taste her hot, musky arousal, each thrust coating my face in her triumph as I choke on my humiliation, reduced to her playtoy. A wince flickers across her face as her inner thighs strain, but she settles heavier onto my mouth, her hips bucking to smear more of her juices across my nose and lips, marking me with her dominance. She yanks my leg back with brutal force, spreading my thighs until my battered, glistening pussy lips splay open under the arena’s merciless lights, and with a sadistic smirk, she tugs at my exposed folds, ripping a pathetic whimper from my throat as my body betrays me, dripping with shameful arousal. The ref’s hand slams down—THREE!—the crowd’s “THREEEEE!” roaring in my ears as Patti nods smugly, raising her ring finger to flash three fingers high. But she’s not done; she snarls, “NO REF! COUNT HER TO TEN!” and the ref nods, dropping back to slap the mat—FOUR! FIVE! SIX!—drawing out my degradation as she grinds harder, searing this moment of my utter destruction into my soul, the bell silent as the crowd’s frenzied jeers drown me in shame...

LipstickPatti: i keep rubbing my intimate parts back and forth at each slaps the ref gives with his hand onto the mat as i try to smear all your red lipstick across my intimate parts and across your face looking to make you look like a slut in front of everyone like if you just did a blow job to someone....people taking pics while Marvin has a big buldge between his legs..i lick my lips as i watch at him planning to have some sex with him in the locker room....the ref slaps his hand again and again...SEVEN ...EIGHT...NINE.....i nod each time he slaps his hand and the crowd counts out loud....until he slaps his hand for the last time TEEEEEEEEEEEEN...i nod showing off a lovely smile as this time the ref points at the bell...DING DING DING....THE the speaker yells into the mic...YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL.....LIPSTICKKK PATTIIIIIII..croward roars..AND I'M SORRY TO ANNOUNCE YOU THAT LACEY HAS TO LEAVE OPCW....i keep your leg hooked for like 4 or 5 more seconds like if i want to show off you're not moving at all..your white boot brighitng under the lights until i decide to give you the final humiliation...with my free hand i grab my red lipstick tube and twist it applying to my lips again....i pucker my lips blowing kisses to my family and fans...but then i start to apply it to your pussy...like if it was a vertical mouth...SMILE! i say to your pussy as i mock you...DO THIS! i say as i pucker my lips doing a "kissy " mouth...pretending that your pusy will do the same...and once i applied some red lipstick over it i insert the lipstick tube into your pussy.. ...before i let your leg go, making it crashing onto the mat in a spread eagled fashion with my own red lipstick tube inside you....THIS IS A GIFT FROM ME HON!! HOPE YOU WILL APPREACIATE...mtc

LipstickPatti: i say giving another hot rub with my old kitty on your mouth...before to getup making the ref lifting my arm in the air while i plant my boot on your face turning it to one side forcing to make you look at your fans in a complete humiliation... ..

LaceyP: My fit body broken and sprawled helplessly beneath Patti, the fierce victor who’s dominated me this entire match, her slick, bare pussy grinding back and forth across my face with each slap of the ref’s hand, smearing my red lipstick into a sloppy, crimson mess across her swollen, dripping labia and my flushed cheeks, making me look like a used slut who just serviced her in front of the jeering crowd, their camera flashes searing my shame. I choke on her hot, musky juices, her hips relentless as the ref counts—SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!—her smug nods matching the crowd’s frenzied chants. At TEN, my battered body betrays me with a devastating orgasm, my pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably, a hot gush of slickness flooding down my thighs, pulsing in humiliating waves under the arena’s unforgiving lights as my whimpers are muffled against Patti’s grinding heat. The bell rings—DING DING DING!—and the announcer booms, “YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL… LIPSTICK PATTIIII!” as the crowd roars, “AND LACEY MUST LEAVE OPCW!” Patti keeps my leg hooked for agonizing seconds, my white boot glinting as my spread-eagled form lies motionless. She grabs her red lipstick tube, reapplying it to her lips with a smirk, blowing kisses to her fans before leaning down to smear it across my throbbing, exposed pussy, mocking me, as if my glistening folds could mimic her puckered lips. Then, with a cruel laugh, she slides the lipstick tube inside me, the cold metal making me gasp as it settles deep, and she sneers, “A GIFT FROM ME, HON! HOPE YOU APPRECIATE IT!” before letting my leg crash to the mat, my body splayed in defeat. Twitching uncontrollably as I drool from both my mouth and pussy.She gives one final, taunting rub of her wet pussy across my mouth, coating me in her scent, then rises, planting her boot on my face, forcing my head to the side so I’m made to face my jeering fans in total, soul-crushing humiliation as the ref raises her arm in victory..

LipstickPatti: i let the crowd taking some pics of me showing off my domination on another young wrestlers who tought she could put me into retirment...NEXT TIME BETTER YOU WATCH OUT YOUR MOUTH! i say teasing your face with my boot before to move it off...leaving my own red lipstick tube stuck inside your pussy....i walk to the cameraman that still on the ring apron and grab the cam puckering my lips to the glass of the camera leaving a red mark of my own red lipstick over there...MUAAAAAAAAAH...before to strike some sexy poses for the crowd who is watching this match live on TV..then i slip in between the ropes and go out of the ring hugging my family before to walk to the locker room with Marvin.