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16:24 Phil_PT: Tonight is my night. The OPCW World Title is at stake, I'm fit, motivated, and I've trained hard for this fight. My opponent is the reigning champion, so she's definitely not one to be underestimated. I hear samba music filling the underground arena. I emerge from my locker room, wearing my green trunks, with matching boots and kneepads. I wink at a few girls in the crowd. The announcer introduces me, "From the island of Malta, 5'10" and 180 lbs., this is the challenger for the OPCW World Title, please welcome Phil PT." As soon as the announcer calls my name, I jump onto the apron and then step between the ropes to enter the ring. I look around, the crowd applauds, I wink and flex my muscles, then my music fades and I step back and lean in my corner.

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16:22 ConfidentlyClara: I'm still in the ocker area I’m cracking my neck and stretching, getting loose for the OPCW fall main event. The OPCW World Championship that I earnt is on the line and I’m determined to make retain my belt by beating yet another man. 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 music hits, 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 lights 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.

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17:02 Phil_PT: I watch you; I know I have to be very careful with you. You’re the OPCW World Champion, a truly formidable opponent. As you enter, the crowd drowns you in boos and insults. You aren't loved. That makes me realize that, at the very least, I have the people on my side. While you circle the ring, I stand motionless in my corner, my gaze fixed on you—but also on the belt. I try to fire up the crowd: "Do you want me to beat her? To put her over my knee and spank her until her backside is red?" I hear the chorus of replies: "YEAAAAAAH!"

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17:14 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk at you, eyeing you up and down as I saunter around the ring with MY belt, revelling in the displeasure of the crowd even as you fire them up and I just giggle. Handing my belt to the ref as I let out a loud fake yawn and polish my nails waiting. The sounds of the crowd making me giggle

17:23 Phil_PT: As soon as you chuckle, the crowd starts showering you with boos; looking to further win over the fans, I immediately go on the offensive and try to catch you with a forearm to the chin, hoping to surprise you while you're busy interacting with the crowd. As I launch the attack, I hear the bell ring.

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07:41 ConfidentlyClara: I hand over my belt, ready for the bout before you suddenly go on the offensive, trying to catch me out but I'm not a champ for no reason as I quickly try to duck, narrowly avoiding your forearm as the bell rings

15:47 Phil_PT: I try to strike you in the face, but you duck and dodge it. I already had a Plan B in mind, even if it isn't exactly an offensive move. As I move past you, I quickly turn and smack you on the butt with my palm. The crowd laughs; I flash a mischievous, mocking smile. Then I look at you: "Good match, champ!"

15:49 ConfidentlyClara: I manage to duck beneath your forearm and as I move forward to turn toward you indeed you smack my butt making me growl and snarl. Glaring at you as I turn around and rush forward trying to lock up with you in a collar and elbow

15:52 Phil_PT: You lock your arms around my neck, squeeze, and force me to bend forward. I, however, place both hands behind your thighs, bend my knees, and arch my back to lift you up and slam you down—shoulders and back of the head first—onto the canvas with a back suplex.

15:55 ConfidentlyClara: I growl at you as we lock up and when you place your hands behind my thighs and start to lift me up, I try to snap my thighs around your waist, hoping to keep me in place to try and stop your suplex

16:00 Phil_PT: I try to lift you, but you suddenly seem heavier. I can't complete the throw. Your feet land back on the canvas. I grit my teeth and try to punch you in the back to hurt you and force you to let go.

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16:03 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I stop your move but then your punch hits my back making me hiss as I let go before I pull my arms back and try to smash my forearm into the side of your head

16:06 Phil_PT: You let go after your back takes the blow from my fist. I straighten up, but you’re quick; you pivot your torso and strike me in the head with your forearm. I take the hit and am forced to stagger back against the ropes. I lean against them and shake my head.

16:07 ConfidentlyClara: I see you go to the ropes and I try to move fast as I rush toward you. Placing my foot on the ropes beside you as I try to push up and twist to slam my knee right into your gut

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16:14 Phil_PT: I am reeling; you are running, moving quickly, and agile. Your knee strikes me in the face. My face distorts for an instant; I collapse to my knees and then onto the canvas, chest-first. The crowd boos.

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16:16 ConfidentlyClara: I giggle as I watch you collapse to your knees, as I flip off the booing crowd! I go to the ropes again as I try to springboard off them trying to drop my knees right onto your back

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16:19 Phil_PT: I’m lying on the mat; you’re running toward the ropes. The crowd is cheering me on. I hear your footsteps, and then—relying on experience—I plant my hands on the canvas and push off with my arms to roll sideways and move out of your line of fire, leaving nothing but the canvas for your knees to hit.

16:20 ConfidentlyClara: I crash knees first onto the canvas and kisses, snarling and huffing as I get back to my feet gingerly glaring at you as I start to walk towards you

16:26 Phil_PT: Your knee slams into the ground, and I notice you're in pain. I grab the ropes and get to my feet as quickly as possible. I see you getting back up promptly and coming toward me. I wait, feigning a worse condition than I’m actually in. Then, suddenly, I try to nail you with a superkick to the chin.

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16:35 ConfidentlyClara: I hiss as I get to my feet, rubbing my knees and going towards you before you suddenly surprise me with the super kick making me spit out to the side as I stumble back and fall to my knees, crawling to the ropes as I hold my head in pain

16:37 Phil_PT: My kick hits you square on; I see you collapse to your knees. I take a breath, then step back to build momentum and try to drive a knee into your chin.

16:38 ConfidentlyClara: I huff and groan as I'm at the ropes the crowd cheering as I growl a bit and feel the canvas vibrating underneath me as you come towards me and I drop down and pull the rope down with me trying to use my wits to get you tangled up or crotched on the ropes

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16:45 Phil_PT: I try to land a hard knee strike on you, but at the last moment you step aside, and I slam hard into the ropes. My knee hurts; I stagger toward the center of the ring, hopping on one foot in pain, clutching my injured knee.

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17:09 ConfidentlyClara: I let out a gasp as the crowd watches on, my wits narrowly saving me from that viscous knee. I'm still groggy from the kick but I know I need to move quick, and I try to use the ropes to my advantage as I push off against them, getting more momentum before I try a sliding drop kick onto your standing leg

17:14 Phil_PT: I’m in pain; one knee is on the mat. You strike my injured leg, making me scream. I fall onto the canvas and roll to the center of the ring, clutching my injured knee.

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17:46 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I see you fall onto the canvas, clutching your injured knee as the crowd watches on and I taunt them, looking down at you as I lean down to try and grab hold of the ankle of your injured leg, trying to lift it up and slam it into the ground

17:54 Phil_PT: My knee hurts badly after that blow. I clutch my leg in pain. I look at you. You bend down to grab my ankle, but I use my other leg to retaliate. I swing my foot up to strike your face with the sole of my boot, just as you are leaning forward.

17:58 ConfidentlyClara: I lean down, hoping to take the advantage and hurt your leg even more but your boot slams into my face making me yelp as I stagger back, holding my face in pain and snarling under my breath as I pant and try to get some distance to clear my head

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18:06 Phil_PT: I strike you, and you let go of my foot. I slide back into my seat and cling to the ropes. I watch you; as you get back to your feet, I pull myself up too. My fans are cheering me on; the crowd wants to see me win.

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18:14 ConfidentlyClara: I huff as as I stumble back, holding my face as I glare at you and growl at the crowd as they cheer you on. I let out a deep growl before I lunge at you, lifting my arms to make it look like i'm going to lock up with you before I suddenly try to snap my foot and kick you between your legs

00:50 Phil_PT: I see you moving toward me, raising your hands to strike; I try to grab your forearms, but then—to my surprise and intense pain—your foot slams right into my balls. I feel my testicles being crushed—an excruciating pain. I double over and clutch my groin, groaning in agony.

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00:58 ConfidentlyClara: The crowd erupts in boos as my dirty kick catches you by surprise, sending you into a world of pain. I wink and smirk at the crowd, revelling in their distaste as I reach forward, my hands grabbing your hair and head before I suddenly jump up and back, trying to drop to my ass to smash your face into the canvas with a face buster

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01:02 Phil_PT: I’m doubled over, clutching my groin. The crowd is raining insults, jeers, and boos down on you. You don’t care; you keep attacking. You grab me by the hair, and the next moment I feel myself being dragged down. My face and chest slam against the canvas; I feel terribly dizzy.

01:04 ConfidentlyClara: The canvas shakes beneath me as my butt slams into it, dragging your face and chest down onto the canvas as the crowd jeers and I cackle. "Ohhhh I think I've got you now" I say in a coo as i reach forward for your head, trying to drag you up to your feet with me

01:08 Phil_PT: I try to get onto all fours, then you grab my hair. At first I resist, but then I let myself go. I start to stand up, but while I have one knee on the ground and am pulling myself up, I reach an arm between your legs and try to hit your pussy with a low blow. My forearm drives right between your thighs.

01:09 ConfidentlyClara: I smirk as I start to get you up, getting you to one knee as I lift one hand to the crowd to flip them off before you catch me out with the low blow, making my eyes go wide as I gasp and stumble back, holding my crotch as groan in pain and take deep breathes

08:46 Phil_PT: The match has no rules, anything goes. You hit low, I did it too, and now I don't want to be the one who respects the ethics of sport and combat. I caress my testicles with my left hand, while I watch as you, too, are struggling with the pain in your private parts. I get up and approach you, slowly. Then I try to hit other sensitive areas. With my right hand, I try to chop your breast, to try to crush it with the palm of my hand.

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18:44 ConfidentlyClara: I stagger back holding my crotch in pain as I snarl at you before your chop hits my breast, the sound ringing across the arena as the crowd lets out an "oohhhhh" and I stagger to the corner panting and holding my chest as I hiss

18:46 Phil_PT: The sound of my hand slamming against your chest and breasts echoes throughout the underground arena. The crowd cheers. I see you wincing in pain. I step back, bounce off the ropes, and then lunge forward toward you. Finally, I lower my body to deliver a spear, driving my shoulder into your stomach with all my might.

18:49 ConfidentlyClara: I lean back i the corner, using it to rest ad try to catch my breath. The cheers of the crowd getting louder as I feel the canvas shaking and bouncing as you bouce off the ropes ad come barrling towards me, ad when you lower your body to deliver a spear I place my hands on the top rope and try to use all my might to lift my body up and over you so your shoulder smashes itno the ring post

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18:54 Phil_PT: You dodge my spear with a leap. I slam my shoulder against the second turnbuckle, almost bouncing off it. I get to my feet and stagger back toward the center of the ring, clutching my aching right hand with my left.

18:57 ConfidentlyClara: I let out a pant as I narrowl avoided your spear and now on the top rope, I bend my knees before I try to launch off of it and extend my legs to send a drop kick aimed right at your chest

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19:02 Phil_PT: I am in the center of the ring, gripped by pain in my shoulder. I turn around, and as I look toward you, you are already airborne, extending your legs in my direction. Your feet slam into my chest. I go flying, landing flat on my back in the center of the ring.

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17:57 ConfidentlyClara: My legs land roughly on your chest, sending you flat on your back in the center of the ring as I slap the canvas while getting to my knees, trying to rile myself up whilst I go to the corner, going to the top rope before bending my knees and jumping off, tucking my legs in as I try to drop my ass right onto your face

18:37 Phil_PT: We’re down on the mat. You’re quick to get up, though, and climb the ropes in the corner of the ring. I watch you; I’ve taken a hit, but I certainly haven’t passed out. You leap. I have plenty of time to roll aside and get out of your way. I leave nothing but the canvas for your backside to land on, making you slam hard against the ring after your top-rope jump.

18:39 ConfidentlyClara: I land with a slam right on my ass as you roll out of the way, hissing and arching my back as I grumble and growl and gingerly roll over to my side as I start to crawl to the ropes, rubbing my butt as I do so

18:40 Phil_PT: I watch you stand up, but I manage to get back on my feet before you do. I move in, come up behind you, and then wrap my arms around your neck to lock you in a sleeper hold.

18:41 ConfidentlyClara: I gingerily get back up to my feet, my back to you as I suddenly let out a gasp when your arms wrap around my neck from behind and I start wriggling and squirming in the hold, sending my elbows into your side rapidly

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18:43 Phil_PT: I try to hold you tight, but you thrash about, jabbing your elbows into my sides. I take the blows and am forced to let go. Then I try to strike you between the shoulder blades with my forearm.

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18:44 ConfidentlyClara: I let out a sigh of relief as my elbows manage to make you let go, gasping and panting for air before I yelp and arch my back as I feel your forearm slam between my shoulder blades and I stagger forward, stumbling towards the ropes

18:45 Phil_PT: "Where do you think you're going?" I grab you by the hips and pull you toward me to stop you from heading for the ropes. Then, if I can, I wrap my arms around you and clasp my hands over your midsection. Finally, I arch my back and try to lift you up to execute a belly-to-back suplex.

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18:47 ConfidentlyClara: I let out a yelp as you grab my hips, preventing me from staggering to the ropes as I huff and grumble at you "Get your filthy hands off me you fuckin-aahhh" I let out a loud yell as you lift me up, sending me crashing onto the canvas as the ring shakes beneath us from the impact and I flip onto my stomach, panting and breathing heavily as I roll around and arch my back in pain

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18:50 Phil_PT: I am sitting on the ground and turn around. I see you in pain. My move had the effect I wanted. Now I want to finish you off. I stand up and grab your hair, trying to pull you up to position your head between my thighs, keeping you bent forward at a 90-degree angle.

18:51 ConfidentlyClara: I hiss in pain on the ground and grumble as you grab my hair, making me wince and snarl at you as I feel you start putting my head between your thighs and I try to act quickly and despereatly as I suddenly jerk my head up, trying to smash it against your balls

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18:54 Phil_PT: Just as I was about to pull off one of my signature moves, you hit me with a headbutt right between the legs. You crush my testicles—yet again. I have to let go of you; I clutch my groin and stumble back, groaning and coughing.

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18:57 ConfidentlyClara: I let out a sigh as I feel my head crash up against your testicles, straightening up as I walk slightly gingerly and hiss before I try to capitalize while you're clutching your groin and stumbling back. I suddenly jerk forward and bend my body back and to the side as I try to send a superkick aimed right at your jaw

14:06 Phil_PT: I am doubled over, my face twisted in pain from the headbutt I took to the groin. I am bent forward, but your superkick snaps my head back. The kick is incredibly powerful; it stuns me, and I collapse backward, hitting the canvas with my back and my arms splayed out.

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17:01 ConfidentlyClara: I feel my kick connect to your chin, watching you collapse on the canvas as I feel a wave of adrenaline rush over me and I lick my lips hungrily. I rush to the corner, getting onto the top ropes as I watched you stunned on the canvas before I bend my knees and launch off, the cameras flashing all around as I swirl in the air, doing a front flip as I spread my legs out wide showing off my athletic body and trying to drop my ass in a splits right onto your face

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17:11 Phil_PT: I’m lying on the ground, dazed; I can’t see you. You climb the top rope and then leap toward me. I hear the crowd cheering you on, but I’m too dazed to even try to move. I feel you crushing me under your weight; your legs are straddling me, and you sit right on my face. "Uuugh," I groan in pain.

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17:26 ConfidentlyClara: I land on top of you, the crowd in a mix of awe and cheers as I crush you beneath my weight, sat right onto your face as you groan in pain into my ass and I start bouncing my ass on your face, pounding it down as I reach and grab your balls squeezing them as I revel in my position

17:20 Phil_PT: You’re sitting on top of me, and I feel crushed by your firm ass. Then, suddenly, I feel my balls being squeezed as if by a pair of pliers. I scream in pain; I’m desperate. I place my hands on your buttocks and try to push you off. "LET GO OF MEEE!"

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17:26 ConfidentlyClara: I cackle as I hear you scream in pain, feeling your hands on my buttocks as the crowd gasps at my brutality. Knowing you'll be struggling beneath me, I twist and squeeze your balls even more as I start pushing myself off your face, using your balls to try and balance myself into a handstand before I suddenly swing down, spreading my legs into a perfect splits as I try to smash my ass down onto your face

17:41 Phil_PT: You squeeze my balls, and I scream in pain. You’re a gymnast and very athletic; you lift your legs into the splits, causing me excruciating pain in my balls. Then you crush my face with your ass while keeping your legs spread. I take the hit, left dazed and in pain beneath you.

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17:48 ConfidentlyClara: I feel my ass crash back down onto your face, your body left dazed beneath as I twerk my ass on your face, pressing it down to smother you as I keep hold of your balls, the crowd in awe as I cackle maniacally

17:58 Phil_PT: You’re suffocating me with your cheeks. Your ass is crushing my face. I can’t breathe. My crotch and balls are in agony. I try to scream, but my scream is muffled by your ass. I lift a leg and try to kick you in the face—striking with my instep in a desperate move—hoping to make you stop.

18:20 ConfidentlyClara: I start laughing as I feel your muffled screams in my ass, the flashes from the crowd make me smile as I lick my lips, feeling victory nearing. I see you lift your leg up, bending it as I know you're trying to escape desperately and I let one hand move from your balls trying to hook your ankle under my armpit to stop your kick and bend you backwards

14:16 Phil_PT: I react desperately and try to strike you, but you manage to block my counterattack by grabbing my legs with your arms. At least I feel you let go of my testicles, which allows my muscles to relax. I try to move and thrash about, hoping to make you lose your balance.

17:21 ConfidentlyClara: I manage to grab your leg but your desperation is still on full display as you thrash around, moving as my balance starts to falter. Not wanting to be thrown off of you I suddenly get up, keeping hold of your leg as I rush forward and try to smash it against the canvas aiming to hurt your knee

19:02 Phil_PT: I thrash about, in great pain. I feel you moving and lifting yourself off me. I take a deep breath, but my sigh turns into a scream as my knee slams against the canvas. I writhe on the ground, screaming in agony, clutching my aching knee with both hands.

19:24 ConfidentlyClara: I huff as I watch you write on the ground, screaming in agony as you clutch your knee with both hands and I decide to act, riling up the crowd before I run to the ropes, placing my hands on the top rope as I jump to the top rope, placing my feet on it to try and spring board off of it, doing a backlfip as I bend my knees in trying to smash them down on your chest

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19:28 Phil_PT: I am in pain and don't realize what is happening. The crowd makes a noise, surprised. Then I feel excruciating pain. Your knees crush my chest; my ribcage compresses, and all the air is forced out of my body. My head feels empty, I have no strength left, and I am on the verge of passing out.

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19:48 ConfidentlyClara: I cackle as I feel you winded beneath me, my knees digging into your chest and crushing it. The noise of the crowd egging me on as I get off of you and go to the top rope, hyping up the crowd before I bend my knees and jump off, my athletic body soaring in the air as I spread my legs trying to drop my ass right on your face to finish you off with my Norhter Rites !

07:00 Phil_PT: I'm out of breath and out of energy. Your moves have weakened me. You finish me off by crushing my face once again under your ass and crotch, in a position that's very humiliating for me. I don't move, I'm exhausted.

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17:07 ConfidentlyClara: My ass finds its spot right on your face, and you lay still beneath me, not moving as I smother your face with my ass and flex my biceps towards the crowd as I lift my butt up slightly to smash it into your face...1....

18:26 Phil_PT: I’m exhausted, practically lifeless. Your ass is on my face. My nose and mouth seem custom-made to fit right between your cheeks. I’m not breathing; I’m too weak. The ref counts TWO... I don’t move, then the ref counts THREE.

18:47 ConfidentlyClara: I feel the counting of the ref with each time my cheeks smash into your face, and when the three hits the crowd cheers in awes and boos as I flex ontop of you. Staying on you as the announcer says "YOUR WINNER AND STILLLLLLLLLLL OPCW WORLD CHAMPION - ITSSSSSS CONFIDENTLY CLARAAAAAAAAAA!" I smirk and flip my hair as the ref hands me my belt before I peel my ass of fyour face and place my foot on your face as I raise the belt up high before I spit down on your face and strut out of the ring with my belt

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