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17:44 Phil_PT: The tag team match we were supposed to have at Beach Brawl has been changed to a one-on-one match. So, I find myself facing Just Jessie all alone. That’s no problem for me. As soon as I hear my music—a techno-samba track—I step out of my dressing room and head onto the beach ramp, making my way toward the ring. I high-five a few fans and smile. I’m barefoot and shirtless, wearing green trunks. I step onto the ring apron, look out at the crowd, and flex my biceps. Then I enter the ring, and as my music fades out, I start stretching while waiting for you to come out.

17:48 JustJessie: Already in the ring loosening up I haven't got a win yet here in the OPCW so no music for me I'm told until I get a win I see you slip into the ring as I ebgin to loosen up barefotoed like yourself in a green & white bikini hair down at 22 5'2 125 as I loosen up and take some deep breaths and finishin up stretchingin my corner as I start to walk out to the middle of the ring as the bell rings to start us off for what is now a 1 on 1 matchup

17:55 Phil_PT: I hear the bell signal the start of the match. I’m quite tense, yet at the same time very confident I’ll win, given my size and experience. "Is this your OPCW debut, Barbue Doll?" I try to gauge your behavior and study your movements; I’m not attacking just yet—I’m waiting for you to make the first move.

17:59 JustJessie: "no I've had a couple here but you're my 1st mixed win here Phil" I say with a smirk as I then try to lock up and see if I can bully you backwards to the ropes that's right behind you as I grunt and tyr to move my feet

18:03 Phil_PT: I see you trying to use force against me—and I weigh nearly twice as much as you do. "You poor fool!" I say, without moving. Then I place my hands on your hips and shove hard, trying to drive you back until your shoulders hit the ropes.

18:03 JustJessie: "shittttt" I scream out and gasp as you easily bully me backwards right into the ropes "ROPESSS" I scream as you press yourself into me as I try to squirm away

18:05 Phil_PT: I easily forced you against the ropes. "This won't be hard." I grab your wrist and pull you toward me, then pivot on my foot and spin to launch you against the ropes behind me with an Irish whip. My goal is to have you bounce back while I wait for you in the center of the ring.

18:09 JustJessie: I feel you press into me as I get flung across the ring I begin to run and hit the opposite ropes where I bounce back a bit out of control & find my way coming back right at you

18:13 Phil_PT: I hurl you forward with force; you run, bounce off the ropes, and come back toward me. I wait for you, and when I judge the moment is right, I extend my arm to strike you with a clothesline across the chest and neck.

18:17 JustJessie: I wait for you to duck down for a back body drop and I go to leap but instead you sneak your arm up and slam it into my chest I get knocked down to the mat as I roll to my side and gasp for air clutching my chest in pain

18:19 Phil_PT: I feel the powerful impact of my forearm against your chest. You fall to the mat. The ring vibrates under the weight of your fall. I smile and wink at the crowd. Then I see you rolling across the ring, and I follow. "Is that all?" I try to stomp on your body—once, then again.

18:20 JustJessie: uhhhh uhhhhhhhh I grung from each stomp as I begin to crawl to the ropes needing to get away and reset the start of the match that's been fully you so far

18:22 Phil_PT: I strike you; I’m dominating the match. Exactly as I had hoped. My opponent is probably not as strong as I had anticipated. I lean forward and grab your hair to pull you up and force you to your feet. "Let's see how you fly," I say as I try to get you into an upright position.

18:24 JustJessie: I groan as you grab my hair and begin to yank me up to my feet as you do I try to slam an elbow into your stomach needing to slow down your momentum early on in the matchup

18:29 Phil_PT: I pull you up and you get to your feet, but before you’re fully upright, you elbow me in the stomach. I didn't see it coming. I take the hit and cough. I have to let go of you; I clutch my stomach and step back to catch my breath.

18:32 JustJessie: "awww you ok there Phil" I smirk as I grab your head and try to shove it down to my hip and lock in a tight headlock to try & slow things down for me as I begin to walk us areound the ring a bit

18:35 Phil_PT: I huff in frustration as you lock my head in a hold. You wrap your arms around my head and squeeze tight. You make me walk around the ring, dragging me along with you. I try to fight back; I place my hands on your hips, push hard, and try to slip my head out of your grip.

18:39 JustJessie: as you begin to push on my hips I smirk and try to use that momentum and run us a bit as I go to leap and see if I can bulldog you into the mat and stun that face of yours hard into the mat

18:41 Phil_PT: I push against you; I feel you move and think your grip is about to break, but then you start running and leap. You slam me chest-first onto the mat. The ring shakes, and the crowd cheers for your move. I lie dazed on the canvas.

18:47 JustJessie: I smirk as I roll you overt onto your back and lay across your chest and hook the far leg as the ref runs over and slaps ONE on the mat as I try to hold you down for the pin

18:50 Phil_PT: I shake my head, trying to shake off the daze caused by your bulldog. You grab me by the shoulder and spin me around; I land flat on my back. You cover me and pin my shoulders to the mat. The referee counts one, then slaps the canvas and shouts "TWO." At that point, I lift an arm and a shoulder to break the pin. "No way," I whisper.

18:52 JustJessie: "damn it" I slap the mat in anger as I then grab for your hair and begin to pull you up with me "ok fine Phil let's keep it going then" I yell to you as I begin to pull you up to your feet and try to think of my next move to continue to stay with the edge

18:53 Phil_PT: I took a risk, but I couldn't lose after taking just one move. I still have a good reserve of energy left in me. You make me get up, and as I rise, I try to catch you off guard with a backhand chop. I aim my hand right at your chest.

18:56 JustJessie: awwwww you catch me off guard as you chop me hard I double over and gasp for air holding my chest as I cough for air

19:07 Phil_PT: I look at you; my blow must have been incredibly painful—at least judging by the sound it made and your reaction. I advance toward you, watching you closely, then lift my right foot to attempt a big boot, aiming to strike you square in the face with the sole of my bare foot.

19:14 JustJessie: I take a deep breath and begin to stand up to grab for you but I run hard into your foot as I collapse onto my back seeing stars as the room spins on me a bit from the blow right to my face

19:18 Phil_PT: I’ve landed a solid hit on you. You’re down on the mat. I decide to take a risk and seize the chance to finish you off. I move to the corner of the ring nearest you, back up against the turnbuckle, and grab the top rope. I launch myself forward, planting both feet on the middle ropes. I look at you, take a deep breath, and leap toward you with all my might; mid-air, I shift into a seated position and extend my legs, aiming to land a leg drop right across your chest.

19:21 JustJessie: On my backk stunned the room spinning on me as you almost kicked my head in. I look up and all of a sudden I feel all your weight land right across my chest with yoyur leg drop I gasp and roll to my side moaning in pain clutching my ribs trying to catch my breath as I kick the mat in a lot of pain

21:12 Phil_PT: The ring shakes just after my leg slams into your chest following a leap from the second rope. I feel a bit of pain in my back, but I know you took the worst of the collision. I move quickly, pressing my chest against yours, grabbing your leg, and pulling it toward your chest. Then, I just wait for the referee to start the pin count.

21:13 JustJessie: uhhhhhhhhhhh I get rolled back onto myu back feeling you hook my leg as I groan under you trying to catch my breath feeling you pressing tight into me for the pin

21:14 Phil_PT: I pin you down; my weight crushes you against the canvas beneath me. The referee counts ONE; I wait, confident and assured. I KNOW this could be the end for you. The referee counts TWO...

21:15 JustJessie: I hear 2 slaps as I groan under you and lift my free legb up and out and try to sneak my right shouloder up off of the mat

21:20 Phil_PT: You move beneath me, and the referee stops the count. I wait for a moment. Then the referee shouts, "That's a two!" My eyes go wide: "WHAT?" I stand up and demand an explanation—"It was clearly a three," I say in frustration, ignoring you for a few moments. The referee explains that you lifted your shoulder before the three-count, and I have no choice but to accept the decision. I look at you, take a breath, and then gesture for you to get back up.

21:23 JustJessie: I barley kick out as I roll to the ropes with you arguing to the ref as I begin to crawl to them & use them to start to get to my feet & to make the room stop spinning on me as well as I slowly get to 1 knee & then fully to my fete my back to you as I lean on the ropes

21:32 Phil_PT: I wait a moment, but I don't take my eyes off you. I wait for you to stand up, then I bend my knees to coil up for a running start. As you reach an almost upright position near the ropes, I sprint toward you and launch myself, driving my shoulder into your stomach with a spear.

21:33 JustJessie: I take a peek over as I lean on the ropes taking some breaths I smirk as I hope I played possum a bit enough as I try to push off of the ropes and come at you going for a superkick try

21:41 Phil_PT: I’m rushing toward you to strike, but when I see you moving off the ropes, I hesitate—yet I can’t stop my own momentum. Your foot comes flying toward my face. You catch me with a counter-kick to the face while I’m hurtling right at you. Your foot distorts my chin; my neck snaps back. I crash to the mat on my back, not even grasping what just happened—I see nothing but stars and bells spinning around my head.

21:43 JustJessie: I make contact as we both collapse to the mat. I take a deep breath and I lay across you and try for the pin as the ref comes over and slaps ONE on the mat hopin the superkick got you good

21:46 Phil_PT: I’m dazed on the ground, lying flat on my back. You climb on top of me to go for a pin. I don’t fully realize what’s happening; I’m as groggy as a mouse that’s just collided with a motorcycle. The referee counts TWO. I jolt, and with a sudden burst of movement, I twist my torso and lift my shoulder off the mat.

21:49 JustJessie: NOOOOOO come onnnn I scream at the ref as I groan and then I take a deep breath and try to go for a stomach claw with my right hand on those tight abs of yours. I press my right hand down and grab my wrist with my left hand trying to keep you grounded & in pain

21:52 Phil_PT: The referee stops the count. I’ve escaped danger once again. I hear your shout of frustration. But then your fingers dig into my abs and grip my stomach. The pain is searing; I can’t catch my breath. I grab your wrist and try to pry your hand off. "Let go of me," I groan in pain.

21:54 JustJessie: "say you quit and I will tell the ref" I scream as I continue to keep the pressure on your abs as best I can

21:55 Phil_PT: The pain is excruciating, but I cannot give up. I lift an arm and try to place my hand under your chin to push your head back and force you to let go.

21:58 JustJessie: you begin to push me away as I try to hold on as best I can "REF ASK HIM" I scream out as my grip loosens a bit doing everything I can to try and finish yuo off

22:00 Phil_PT: Despite my pushing, you won't stop squeezing my stomach. I feel as though your fingers are practically crushing it. I desperately try to fight back, raining punches down on your forearm. Every time I strike you, I feel a sharp pang in my stomach, but it’s the only solution I can think of to try and break free.

22:02 JustJessie: I scream as you begin to punch on my arm it forces me to let go as I roll away from you and shake my arm in some point using the mat to try & get back to my feet again as I crouch and wait on you to get up with me

22:04 Phil_PT: You finally let go of me; I feel an incredible, sharp pain in my stomach. It feels as though that hold of yours sucked away all my energy. I move on all fours, struggling to get back on my feet. I push off the canvas with my hands and plant one foot, then slowly stand up, but I can't straighten up because of the stomach pain; I stagger, hunched slightly forward.

22:08 JustJessie: "want to just quit Phil, I tihnk I got you" I wink as you get to your feet I then charge at you and leap going for a hot cross body try at your chest

22:14 Phil_PT: I’m weakened by the claw hold on my stomach. I hear the sound of your footsteps on the canvas. I lift my head to look at you. I notice you’re airborne. I don’t have time to move out of the way, so I try to grab you. Your chest slams into mine; I slip one arm between your legs and the other under your neck to secure my hold. But my legs aren't holding me up the way I’d like. I struggle, staggering back until my spine slams against the corner turnbuckles. Then i lose the grip

22:17 JustJessie: I get caught as I gasp "shittt" but you stumble into the corner which puts me down I land on my feet and take a deep breath thankful that didn't turn on me I then smirk and send a chop at your chest to try to keep you in the corner

22:19 Phil_PT: Your hand slams against my chest, leaving a red mark. The crowd screams "WOOOOO." I simply scream in pain. We’re close together; I have one hand on the top rope while the other covers my aching chest. I hope the referee doesn't see me when I attempt a cheap shot. I try to land a quick jab to your right breast.

22:21 JustJessie: I wink at the crwod feeling so confident as I go to grab you but you then hit me right in the chest "uhhhhhh" I groan and fal into you moaning that hit me good

22:23 Phil_PT: My sudden, underhanded blow stops you from continuing your attack and gives me the upper hand. You lean against me, and I try to take advantage of it; I slip my arms under yours and squeeze you in a bear hug with all the strength I have left.

22:24 JustJessie: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooooo I moan as you pull me into you tightly I feel you press into me with the bearhug trapped a bit as you hold me tight

22:32 Phil_PT: My muscles tense, and my hands grip your back. My crotch is pressed against your hips. I try to arch my back to lift you up. "Surrender—you're mine!"

22:33 JustJessie: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Phillllllllll I moan and scream as you show off your power as my back is on fire I feel your botoms tent pu a bit as you press into me as you begin to lift me up off my feet now

22:35 Phil_PT: I am exhausted and in pain, but I feel I have a chance. I keep squeezing you. I try shaking you to increase the pain in your spine. I hope you give up soon.

22:36 JustJessie: "noooooo" I moian as the ref asks me you begin to shake me as I yell louder tryinh to push back on your chin in desperaion mode right now

22:39 Phil_PT: You push against my chin, forcing my neck to bend back. You’re putting me in a tough spot, and I’m struggling to hold on. I try to resist, gritting my teeth. I’m at risk of losing my grip. "Give up, or I’ll break your back," I growl, trying to play mind games.

22:40 JustJessie: "put me downnnn" I moan doing all I can to get you off of me as you continue to work my back with the bearhug I feel your pressed into me makin me a blush a bit from the pain and your gear. Struggling

22:43 Phil_PT: "Oh fuck, you're a tough one!" We're drenched in sweat; I'm tired and sore, yet you refuse to give in—I can feel you slipping away. I can't hold my grip anymore. I arch my back and try to launch you over my head with a belly-to-belly suplex.

22:44 JustJessie: noooooooooooooooo you lift me up and over and land hard onto me as i gasp all the air rushes out of me from thne nasty belly to belly

22:46 Phil_PT: I collapse onto my back in the ring after throwing you. You land a little further away, inside the ring. Exhausted, I crawl across the canvas toward you, position you with your shoulders down, and drape an arm over your chest to attempt a pin, waiting for the referee to count. Then he drops to the mat and shouts, "ONE!"

22:48 JustJessie: Exhausted it's been a war as I lay on my back I feel your arm go across my chest as I continue to heave & try to catch my breath and figure out what to do in the middle of the ring

22:51 Phil_PT: I’m not grabbing your leg; I simply have my arm across your chest. The referee counts TWO. I hope my bear hug and belly-to-belly suplex are enough to win.

22:52 JustJessie: I hear 2 as you dont have much of a cover which allows me to roll slightly and barley kick out as my whole body hurts and I'm exhausted

22:56 Phil_PT: I’m just waiting for the ref to count to three, but at the very last instant, you move and lift your shoulder. My eyes fly open; I snap my torso up off the canvas—I can't believe it. "What? That... That's impossible." I push up onto my knees. "What the fuck are you?"

22:57 JustJessie: Moaning it's been a war my leg moves up and down as I heave my chest in the middle of the ring trying to catch my breath

22:59 Phil_PT: I am on my knees, chest heaving as I breathe heavily; I truly thought I had won this time. I grab your long blonde hair and stand up, pulling you up with me, and think about how to attack you.

22:59 JustJessie: exhausted I feel you grab my hair and peel me up off of the mat and to my feet in front of you as I stumble upwards

23:01 Phil_PT: I’m not thinking very clearly; as soon as you stand up, the only thing I can manage is to try and hit you in the chest with another chop, striking your sternum with my open palm.

23:02 JustJessie: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you nail me hard as I collapse into you my body aching as I struggle to catch my breath

23:04 Phil_PT: You slump against me. I shove you back a step, then retreat until my back bounces off the ropes. I use the momentum to spring forward and run at you again, attempting to strike you with a lariat to the throat.

23:05 JustJessie: eckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk you nail me hard into the throat as I collapse to all 4's not able to breathe at all now on the mat from the cheap shot

23:07 Phil_PT: You are on all fours in front of me. I gather all my remaining strength, grab your head, and place it between my thighs. Then I pull you close against my body and finally hoist you up into a powerbomb position, with you sitting on my shoulders and my face pressed against your lower belly.

23:08 JustJessie: noooooooooooooooooo you show off your power as yoy lift me up onto your shoulders helpless as I close my eyes a bit scared held up with ease. Not sure what to do as my brain yells get down but my body can't at all

23:12 Phil_PT: I hold you on my shoulders for a few seconds, then whisper just centimeters away from your private parts, "Goodnight, Barbie girl!" Then I try to slam your back onto the ground with a powerbomb—which I’ve renamed the "Phill Fall."

23:14 JustJessie: my kitty right in your face as I moan and you tanut me and then BOOOMMMMMMM I hit hard ointo the mat hard laying on my bacm motionless

23:17 Phil_PT: I slam you onto your back in the ring; the ring shakes and sways. You lie motionless on your back. I slide over you and pin you. The referee counts: "One..."

23:20 JustJessie: motionless with soft moans as you lay across me and pin me tight in the middle of the ring

23:22 Phil_PT: I stay on top, I don't move as the ref counts "TWO"

23:22 JustJessie: My left leg goes up and down but that's it motion wise as I groan on my back hurt

23:24 Phil_PT: You try to move, but this time you can't; the referee finally counts to three. The bell rings and I collapse onto my side, utterly exhausted, but at least I’m satisfied to have won the match.

23:24 JustJessie: the bell rings I'm motionless as this was an absolute war my body aching from the pain