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04:40 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I’m down on the mat, dazed; the crowd cheers for your move. You leap from the ring apron and hurl yourself at me, leading with your elbow. I try to shield my torso with my arms, but I only manage to partially cushion the blow. You land on top of me, crushing me with your full weight. I wheeze and cough, struggling to breathe.

18:13 Preciosa24: Landing the flying elbow and slamming on top of your body with a loud grunt, then bouncing off of you and rolling over onto the floor. The crowd cheering the move as I try to recover and catch my breath. Doing anything I can to put away the champ for good.

17:25 Kevyn_Paparazzi: My chest is crushed by your weight. Your entire body comes crashing down on me, knocking the breath out of me. Clutching my chest, I roll onto the cold floor outside the ring, aching and exhausted. I try to crawl toward the barricades, hoping to grab hold and find the support I need to push myself up—first to my knees, and eventually to my feet.

21:44 Preciosa24: Pulling myself back to my feet as you do the same a few feet away, using the barricade. Stumbling toward you, I try to grab for your hair, yanking your head back and then looking to drive it down hard into the top of the barrier!

06:44 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I stand up and try to shake my head to get rid of the dizziness and pain. I need to catch my breath. You come toward me and grab my head. I don't put up much resistance when you drag me toward the barricade, but when I try to slam my head against the top, I put one hand up and push against the impact. I keep one hand on the barricade while with the other I try to elbow you in the chest.

15:07 Preciosa24: Rag dolling your body as I’m able to easily pull you up and back , then try to smash your face down on the short wall, but I’m surprised as you’re able to brace yourself and stop the move. Just then your elbow fires out and smashes me in the chest, feeling my left breast get flattened from the impact….Guuuhhhh!! I cry out from yet another assault on my heavy girls and stumble away, backing into the ring apron as I cover up my chest.

05:20 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I hit you and avoid taking another blow, which would have been terrible at this point in the match. I take a deep breath as I see you retreat, and I observe you. You're with your back to the ring apron. I approach you, slowly and limping, due to the effect of the match, tough and tiring. With my right hand, I try to hit you in the chest with a backhand chop.

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18:26 Preciosa24: Arms stretched across the ring apron as I grit my teeth, trying to breathe through the aching pain in my chest. You whirl around fast and approach, and before I can defend myself, you unleash a vicious chop right across my chest again! Uuhhhnh!!!! The loud smack elicits a groan from the crowd and the impact bounces my massive girls violently in my top.

20:37 Kevyn_Paparazzi: My hand slams violently against your chest and breasts, creating a loud noise that echoes throughout the cellar. I smile—a wicked, sinister grin—as I watch you; you are in pain. I don’t stop; with one hand I grab your hair, with the other I seize your shorts, and then I spin around, slamming your body against the guardrail.

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20:30 Preciosa24: Jaw hanging open as I gasp for breath, fighting through the stinging pain in my chest. But I don’t get any time to recover, as you grab my long hair roughly, coiling it around your fist. Feeling my shorts get hiked up also as you grab the waistband, and I’m suddenly hurled into the metal barrier, impacting the top bar chest first….Uuuhhhh!!! My sharp scream mixes with the crashing sound as the railing gets driven into the first row and I bounce off, falling immediately to my hands and knees, groaning in pain.

20:42 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You slam into the barricades and collapse to the ground. Someone in the audience shifts from their seat, fearing they might get caught up in the chaos. I glance at that fan and smile: "Don't worry, we'll get out of your way." Then, I turn my focus back to you. I grab your hair and pull, forcing you to crawl toward the ring apron. "Come here, little bitch—let's go for a walk." Finally, I grab your shorts again, hoist you up, and shove you onto the apron, sending you rolling into the ring beneath the bottom rope.

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20:49 Preciosa24: Barely moving on the ground as the crowd nearest to us stands up and backs away a step. Auuhh!! Yelping as I’m yanked back up by my hair and dog walked back over to the ring…my mind racing but still struggling with the pain and fatigue racking my body. Lifted bodily and thrown back under the bottom rope, I roll back onto the canvas, chest heaving as I keep gasping for breath.

20:51 Kevyn_Paparazzi: You roll into the ring. I follow, but first I step onto the apron by way of the steel steps. I look out at the crowd and smile: "The game is about to end." Then, I climb inside, passing between the second and third ropes. I approach you, slap you on the head, and grab your hair to pull you up to your feet.

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20:55 Preciosa24: Looking up at the ceiling in a daze, trying to will my body to get up…to fight back…to do anything. But it just won’t cooperate. You take your moment with the crowd and march over to me, grunting from the hard slap to my head, then letting out another sharp moan as you yank me again by my hair, being pulled unsteadily to my feet…

21:00 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I pull you up, then grab your arm, take a step back, and pull you toward me. As you come toward me, I lean forward, wrap my arms around your torso, and—dropping into a squat—try to lift you up to execute a flapjack. I then throw myself backward onto the mat, aiming to slam your face into the canvas.

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21:05 Preciosa24: Yanked forward, stumbling into your grasp, impacting lifted bodily under my ass and thrown over your shoulder as you execute the move….guuuuhh!!! The reverberating smack of my face and chest impacting the canvas fills the room. Seeing stars as my face gets busted into the unforgiving mat…bouncing and rolling over onto my back again, completely dazed, my eyes rolling back.

21:08 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I get onto my knees after our bodies have slammed onto the canvas. Then, still on my knees, I look at the crowd and finally cover you. I place my chest over yours for a pin. I wait for the referee to start the count.

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21:13 Preciosa24: The crowd cheering for the high impact move, and I remain splayed across the ground as you get to your knees, beside me, obviously relishing in your soon to be victory. Wondering how I let it slip away as you drape yourself across me going for the pin…the ref slapping the mat…1….2…..3! The bell rings loudly, announcing you as the winner.

21:16 Kevyn_Paparazzi: I’m standing over you; the referee is counting, but you don’t move. He reaches three, and then the bell rings, signaling my victory. I drop to my knees, look at you, and then stand back up. I could humiliate you, but I’m absolutely exhausted. This match was incredibly tough—you really gave me a run for my money. It was, without a doubt, the hardest title defense I’ve had since becoming the OPCW champion. I raise my arms to the sky and wait for the referee to hand me the belt.

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