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14:07 Chris_Dickens: The moment for the OPCW Beach Brawl main event has arrived. The OPCW World Championship is on the line. I finally have a chance to prove to everyone that I am the company's number one. As the announcer introduces the match, I’m already picturing the belt around my waist. Then, finally, my music kicks in: "Who Let the Dogs Out!" The crowd is barking—"Woof! Woof!"—as I step out of my booth and walk down the beach ramp toward the ring area. The announcer speaks into the microphone: "Standing 180 cm tall and weighing 75 kg of pure power and rage—he is the unleashed beast of the OPCW—the first contender for the OPCW World Championship: Chris Dickens!" I leap onto the ring apron, slip between the ropes, and head to the corner. I climb the second rope and rally the crowd, barking along with them: "Woof! Woof!" As the music fades, I step down from the ropes and take my position in the corner.

   

17:30 ConfidentlyClara: I'm still in the ocker area I’m cracking my neck and stretching, getting loose for the OPCW Beach Brawl main event. The OPCW World Championship is on the line and I’m determined to make my second match unforgettable by putting away this lil feral dog. No holds barred, exactly how I like it. I slide into my signature tattered and elegant one-piece chaotic black design with strategic rips that both cover and flaunt my toned 5’6”, 135 lb, 34C figure. The outfit screams danger and confidence. After your “Who Let the Dogs Out!” music hits and the beach crowd goes wild barking “Woof! Woof!” as you rally them from the second rope, my own music finally blasts through the arena. The reaction is noticeably cooler, some cheers, plenty of boos for the bold cruel girl challenging the unleashed beast. I sneer at the entire crowd as I saunter down the beach ramp, hips swaying, letting the sun shine on my immaculate body. I reach the ring, grab the top rope, and leap into a sharp split before sliding smoothly under the bottom rope. Once inside I circle the ring with slow, predatory steps, eyes locked on you the whole time. I stop in my corner, fold my arms, look you up and down with pure disdain, then roll my eyes and scoff loudly. This “unleashed beast” is about to get put down like a mutt.

17:31 ConfidentlyClara: ERROR|3

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18:05 Chris_Dickens: As soon as you've completed your entrance, I'll try to come forward. I see your diva attitude and I don't like it at all. I want to hit you right away, but the referee holds me back and orders me to return to my corner. He tells me to stay quiet, and after a few seconds I acquiesce and return to my corner. "Ring the fucking bell!" I yell in my vulgar, coarse voice.

18:09 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk at you as the referee holds you back and I stick my tongue at you as you get ushered into the corner and I twirl around for the crowd, showing off and smirking "Gawwww lil dickie got a talking too huh?" I say with a sickening smirk as I scoff at you and crack my neck just as I hear the bell ring...Ding Ding Ding... And with the same smug smirk I slowly walk to the center of the ring, swaying my hips left and right

18:17 Chris_Dickens: I look at you, you're so cocky, as if there wasn't a bigger, stronger, and meaner man in front of you who wants to beat you at all costs. I hear the bell ring and immediately advance on you. There are no rules in this match, I like it, but I know I have to be careful, because my opponent is a damn bitch. I advance on you and then I extend my arms to try to catch you in a classic lock-up clinch at the neck and elbow.

 

18:22 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk at you as I watch advance on me and while I stand before you, you bring your arms up to and I let you catch me in the lock-up clinch, snarling at you as I let out a little giggle while I push against you before I try to send a my boot right into your shin before trying to whip my head back and launch it forward right at your face

18:27 Chris_Dickens: I grab you by the neck and immediately try to flex my muscles to shove you and show off my strength, but you catch me off guard. The toe of your boot slams into my shin. I scream; the blow is excruciating. My attention wavers, and you instantly punish me by headbutting me in the face. I stagger, dazed, and end up with my back against the ropes. I cling to the top rope with one arm while rubbing my nose with the other hand.

18:30 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I hear the scream leave your lips, my boot giving me enough space to smash my head into your face as the crown gasps as the watch you stagger back into the ropes, holding your nose as I smirk at you and pounce forward, knowing I need to get as much of an advantage over you as I can. I bring my arm up, bending it as I try to send my forearm into the side of your face, hoping it connects as our bodies get closer and in the proximity I try to shoot a quick sharp knee up between your legs.

18:38 Chris_Dickens: You approach me with an arrogance I didn't expect from you. You're rude and dangerous. Despite the pain, I still have the clarity to understand that I shouldn't let you get too close. You come toward me to strike me with your forearm, launching your attack, but I grab your wrist and block your arm. "What the fuck did you want to do?" I ask, squeezing you. But I can't finish my question because a searing pain attacks my private parts. You kick me in the balls, I feel like my balls are shooting down my throat. I collapse to my knees in front of you.

18:41 ConfidentlyClara: I hiss as you grab my wrist, blocking my arm as my body collides with yours and I huff as you squeeze me a bit, snarling and baring my teeth at you before my knee smashes into your balls and I watch you collapse on your knees in front of me. WIth a scoff and a laugh I smirk down at you "I'll do whatever the fuck i want!" I sa as with you now on your knees I decided to show off a bit as I place my boot on the bottom rope, and try to use it to jump off and twist, trying to smash my knee right into your face

18:45 Chris_Dickens: My balls hurt too much, my nose hurts, I can't avoid your vicious, lightning-fast attack. Your knee slams into my face, I fall backwards and end up with my ass on the canvas and my shoulders in the corner, my head lolling to one side.

18:48 ConfidentlyClara: I giggle as I watch you fall backwards, ass on the canvas as your shoulders and head are by the corner, the crowd gasping and cheering and in awe as I smirk, wanting to keep up the advantage I have, I hold onto the top rope, and pull my body up into a handstand, looking down at you as your head lols around before I try to swing my body downwards, turning and twisting to try and smash my ass right into your face

18:51 Chris_Dickens: You're giggling, you're cocky, and your attitude is humiliating me. But I'm in serious trouble. I see you approaching me, but not to hit me. You show great agility with your action on the top rope. But when you gain momentum and do a handstand with your hands on the rope, I have a moment of clarity. I raise my left arm and grab the rope to swing it, hoping to knock you off balance and fall, or at least prevent you from completing your move.

18:54 ConfidentlyClara: I hold my body up top flashes coming from the fans as they all want to take a good look at my body and savour it even when they hate me and right before I'm about to swing down you start to shake the rope, making me stutter up too as I have to push from the ropes. I tuck and roll as I hit the ring and get up to my hands and knees, growling as I push myself up to my feet and rush towards you, still angry at you drooling my move but knowing I need to keep the pressure up as I try to dropkick your chest in the corner.

18:59 Chris_Dickens: The soles of your boots hit me in the chest, my ribcage compresses, and my back hits the ropes. I collapse onto the mat and, to try and get a break, I try to roll under the bottom rope to throw myself out of the ring and land on the mat that covers the beach sand.

19:01 ConfidentlyClara: I huff as I smirk watching you roll under the ropes and I move to the top rope in the corner looking down at you with a smirk before I bend my knees and jump off, doing a front flip in the air to show off as I extend my legs trying to drop both my legs on your midsection in a brutal stomp

19:05 Chris_Dickens: I’m on the ground, breathing. I catch my breath, open my eyes, and see you up on the highest rope. You jump toward me. I manage to roll to the side just in time to keep your feet from crushing me, clearing the spot for your landing.

19:07 ConfidentlyClara: My boots find nothing but the matt, the sand breaking my fall a bit compared to concrete, as I roll and get back up to my feet,growling in anger as I grab a fans drink and spray it on them before huffing and turning towards you "gawww lil dickie tryna run away huh?"

12:09 Chris_Dickens: I roll across the floor after dodging your aerial attack. I drop to one knee and watch you. You don't attack immediately; instead, you waste time interacting with the crowd and taunting. I snarl and grit my teeth. I charge like a football player, aiming to drive my shoulder into your midsection—executing a spear to slam your back against the ring apron.

18:51 ConfidentlyClara: I huff at the fans and turn towards you to see you growling and snarling like a feral animal as you come charging towards me. I sand there letting your shoulder drive into my abs as I gasp out but try to hold your head with my arm against my waist to try and spike your head against the the ring apron as you spear me into it

21:42 Chris_Dickens: I try to shove you so your back slams against the ring apron. But you’re quick; you grab my head and, with a swift movement, smash it against the apron support. It’s a hard blow; I’m left dazed, staggering and shaking my head.

21:44 ConfidentlyClara: I hit the apron with a grunt. Gasping and coughing even though I managed to soften the blow my spiking your head into it. I take a few laboured breathes as you stagger around before I suddenly move forward and try to send a snapping super kick right to your chin

22:07 Chris_Dickens: I stagger, dazed; a foot slams into my chin. My head snaps back. My back arches, and my legs give way. I collapse backward onto the sand.

22:10 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I feel my boot slamming into your chin, watching you give way and collaps down to the sand as I rush and move to the apron, getting onto it before i bend my knees and jump off it, doing a front flip and tucking my legs in as i try to drop my ass right onto ur face

22:14 Chris_Dickens: I’m down on the mat; it feels like little bells are spinning around my head. I can hear the crowd cheering, going wild. You leap from the apron, and my eyes go wide. I see your ass zooming in right in front of my face. It’s too late to move—you land right on my face. Your ass crushes my skull.

22:15 ConfidentlyClara: I purr as I fly in the air and then I feel my ass crashing down onto your skull, pushing your head deeper into the sand as the crowd goes wild while I smirk, wiggling my cheeks and twerking them on your face as I keep my ass there, showing off for the crowd

22:21 Chris_Dickens: The back of my head sinks into the sand. Your ass is pressed against my face. You’re cutting off my air. I groan in pain; I’m dazed. The crowd cheers; I try to move.

22:24 ConfidentlyClara: I cackle sat atop your face, smothering you beneath my ass as I smirk at the crowds cheers, feeling your groans vibrate against my ass. Purring and licking my lips as I laugh I reach my hand back and grab your balls, squeezing and digging my nails into them as I twist and pull on them, trying to inflict maximum pain as I bounce my ass on your face

22:26 Chris_Dickens: You’re sitting on my face. I know I need to do something, but I’m too dazed to think of anything. Your hand touches my private parts, but before you can squeeze me, I instinctively open my mouth and bite your buttock.

22:27 ConfidentlyClara: I'm about to squeeze your lil manhood but before I do you manage to bit my ass making me yell out as I stagger and get off you, huffing and puffing as I rub my ass hissing at you "stupid fucking dog" I snarl before lifting my boot up and trying to stomp down on your balls in anger.

22:32 Chris_Dickens: My bite forces you to stand up, but your attack doesn't stop. You stomp hard on my cock, crushing my balls in the process. I scream in pain and writhe on the sand, clutching my groin.

22:34 ConfidentlyClara: I huff and snarl at you as you scream in pain, writhing around on the sand as I huff and kick some sand into your face before lifting my boot up to stomp on the side of your head

22:36 Chris_Dickens: I’m on the ground, writhing in pain from the blows to my testicles and head; I huff and groan. You’re sadistic. You kick up the sand and fling it in my face. I scream "Shit!", spit, and get onto all fours. I brace myself against the ground with one hand while rubbing my eyes with the other.

22:38 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as you get on all fours, bracing yourself with one hand as you rub your eyes. I place my boot on your back, using it to jump up as I try to drop both my boots into the back of your head to smash your face into the sand

22:39 Chris_Dickens: You place a foot on the back of my neck and then launch yourself to hit me with a double-foot stomp. However, a surge of pride kicks in; while you're airborne, I plant a foot on the ground and launch myself to strike your chin with a European uppercut.

22:41 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I jump up in the air thinking my boots are about to end ur face before you suddenly stand up and my chin gets hit by your uppercut as I yelp out, head snapping back as I land and groan stumbling back and holding my chin as I rest against the barrier

22:46 Chris_Dickens: I huff and stand up. I’m not fast. I wipe my face with my forearm and growl, groan, and cough as I approach you. Your back is against the barricades, and I want to punish you. I lean forward and try a right-left uppercut combo to your gut.

23:13 ConfidentlyClara: I huff and groan against the barricade, snarling at you as you get closer to me your right uppercut hutting my gut backing me gasp out but with how close you've gotten and knowing i need to act fast, I whip my head back and try to headbutt you before your second uppercut hits

23:16 Chris_Dickens: I can't manage to hit you a second time. Your forehead slams against mine. My legs are trembling; UGHH, I groan. I shake my head. The blow was hard, but I grit my teeth and, seeing your chest exposed, try to strike you with a violent backhand chop right between your breasts.

23:21 ConfidentlyClara: I grunt as I manage to make your legs tremble as you grit your teeth before your backhand hits my chest with a loud slap as I yelp out and grown back, hissing as I spit at your face, trying to blind you for a second before I try to smash my knee right into your gut

23:23 Chris_Dickens: Your spit hits my face—a vile act that I despise. As I wipe it off with my hand, your knee strikes my abdomen. I grunt, doubling over and stumbling back. I rub the spot where I was hit. Then I look at you and snarl, "You ugly whore, you're going to die!" I’m a beast now, enraged like a bull seeing red. I charge at you, trying to hit you between the neck and chest with a clothesline to send you flying over the barricades.

23:25 ConfidentlyClara: I snicker at you as I see you double over, seeing the anger on your face as it turns red and you charge at me before I try duck down and kick my feet out at your leg hoping to avoid your clothesline and send you tumbling over the barricades yourself

23:29 Chris_Dickens: I am furious; I’m not thinking straight and am acting on impulse. I want to strike you, but you beat me to it, hitting my knee and knocking me down. My face slams against the barricade, and I’m left on the ground on all fours, in pain, with blood streaming from my face.

23:31 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I manage to catch your knee, knocking you down as your face slams into the barricade and your left on all fours. Blood streaming down your face and into the sand as I hold onto the top of the barricade and pull myself to the to top before jumping off and spreading my legs wide in a splits trying to drop my ass right onto the back of your head to smash your face into the sand

16:01 Chris_Dickens: The blows I’ve taken are brutal; I am exhausted and dazed. Blood is streaming from my face and mouth. I crawl on all fours. Suddenly, I hear the crowd scream and feel a massive blow to the back of my head. I collapse face-first. I lie there with my chest and face in the sand, arms spread wide, beneath you.

17:09 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as my butt lands right on your face, smashing it into the sand as I straddel the back of your hand smirking at the crowd as I rach back to your trunks and yank them out into a deep deep wedgie, my other hand grabbing your manhood and squeezing it with alll my might as I bounce my ass on the back of your head, smashing your face deepr into the sand

17:13 Chris_Dickens: I thrash about; you press my face into the sand, and I can't breathe. Then I feel your hand squeezing my balls. You are dominating me; the situation is as painful as it is humiliating. I kick my feet and try to move. The crowd starts laughing; I get agitated, but I struggle.

17:15 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as i feel you thras and struggle beneath me the crowd laughing as feel your agitation grow, and with my hands holding onto your balls I push my body up almost into a handstand before quickly trying to swing my knees down onto the back of your head

17:19 Chris_Dickens: You squeeze my balls, and I feel an intense pain radiating down my legs and up to my stomach, but I can’t react or scream. Then you lift your legs and finally strike the back of my neck with a double knee blow. I lie motionless on the ground, dazed.

17:23 ConfidentlyClara: I feel you weakened and dazed beneath me, motionless as the crowd is in a mix of laughter and shock and I get off of you, grabbing your shorts and balls as I grunt and get you to your feet pushing you underneath the ropes back into the ring. I take the moment twirl on the apron, showing off for the crowd as I get up to the top rope in the corner , bending my knees and raising my hands up before I jump off, doing a frontflip and showing off my athleticism as I spread my legs out wide, trying to drop my ass right onto your face trying to hit my patented finisher The Northern Rites!

17:27 Chris_Dickens: You grab my shorts and force me to stand; squeezing my balls, you drag me toward the ring and make me roll under the bottom rope. I’m on the mat, groaning in pain, when you come at me once again. I lie there, motionless, in the center of the ring beneath you.

17:29 ConfidentlyClara: I sit on top of you, my legs spread wide into a splits as I bounce my cheeks for the fans to see, flexing my arms ontop of you as the referee slides over, the whole crowd chanting with him as he starts the count 1...2.....

17:39 Chris_Dickens: You're on top of me, the referee is counting, but I'm not moving—I'm out cold. The count is relentless; it reaches THREE. I've lost.

17:46 ConfidentlyClara: The final count comes in and the crowd cheers, some in awe, other in shock, and some just stunned as I stay on top of you with a wide smirk. "Here is your winner and NEW OPCW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CLARA!!!!!!!!!!!". My smirk widens as the referee comes with the belt and I hoist it on my shoulders showing it off to the crowd before I get off of you, and wrap the belt around my perfect waits, and with you out cold I yank your shorts off, exposing you as I stuff your short in your mouth, and take the opportunity with the cameras flashing to pose, placing my foot on your manhood, belt around my waist, and flexing for all to see holding that pose for a few minutes before I make my way out of the ring revelling in being THE champ.!