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Jeremy_Young: The next match of the evening is mine. I am ready to face this new opponent at the OPCW’s "From Halloween to Winter" show. A staff member from the organization comes to get me in the locker room—I’m all set. I’m wearing long black pants with a white side stripe and acid-green boots; my chest is bare. As my music blares through the speakers, I make my entrance. I walk down the aisle of this cathedral—now transformed into an arena—and head toward the ring. The crowd doesn’t exactly give me a warm welcome, but I couldn’t care less about the boos. I climb into the ring and press a finger to my lips, signaling for the people to be quiet. The boos only get louder. Then, my music fades out, and I settle into my corner, waiting for my opponent to arrive.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: The moment Jeremy’s music fades, mine hits the speakers, and the cathedral erupts in cheers. I emerge through the curtains wearing my signature white-and-gold two-piece wrestling gear, matching gold knee pads, white lace-up boots, and white wristbands. My hair is tied into a long braid. Grinning from ear to ear, I raise my right fist high above my head, soaking in the crowd’s reception.I make my way down the aisle, exchanging high-fives with fans leaning over the barricades. The atmosphere is electric, and I can barely contain my excitement. I glance toward the ring and spot Jeremy waiting in his corner, looking thoroughly unimpressed. I flash him a playful smile before turning back to acknowledge the cheering fans.

Gold_Standard_J:

Gold_Standard_J: I climb onto the apron, slip between the ropes, and stride confidently into the middle of the ring. Raising both fists triumphantly, I let out an excited yell as the crowd roars even louder. I then make my way to the nearest turnbuckle, climb onto the middle rope, and pump my fist toward the audience one last time. Hopping back onto the canvas, I finally turn my attention to Jeremy. My cheerful expression gives way to a confident, competitive smirk. I approach the center of the ring, place my hands on my hips, and look him straight in the eyes.

Gold_Standard_J:

Gold_Standard_J:

Jeremy_Young: I watch you, feigning a fair amount of boredom, while you put on quite the show to win over the fans. It seems the crowd has already chosen whom to root for. I wait a few moments until your music finally begins to fade. Looking at you, I say, "Are we done with the theatrics?" as I step toward you, full of bravado, waiting for the bell to signal the start of the match.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: I let out a soft chuckle at your remark, my confident smirk never leaving my face. "Oh, we're just getting started, sweetheart." Rather than retreating, I step forward to meet you in the center of the ring, squaring up directly in front of you. I plant my white boots firmly on the canvas, straighten my shoulders, and lift my chin, looking you dead in the eyes without the slightest hesitation. Despite our difference in size, I refuse to give you an inch. I place my hands on my hips, my smirk widening as the crowd cheers behind me. "What's wrong? Not used to someone stealing your spotlight?" I lean forward slightly, holding your gaze for another moment before raising my arms into a ready stance. "Come on, then. Show me what you've got."

Jeremy_Young: You stand before me, appearing very confident and unafraid of a confrontation. There isn’t much difference between us in terms of height or weight, yet I feel quite certain that I can win. I see you take your stance, ready to fight. You speak, but I offer no reply; I pay no heed to what you say. Sensing an opening—and seeing your guard held high—I attempt to catch you off guard with a heel strike to your lower abdomen, hoping to gain an immediate advantage early in the match.

Gold_Standard_J: I spot your leg moving and react instinctively, quickly sidestepping to my right as your heel narrowly misses my lower abdomen. With your momentum carrying you forward, I seize the opening and whip my right hand across your cheek. SMACK! The sharp slap echoes through the cathedral, drawing a loud reaction from the crowd. I immediately take a step back, raising my hands defensively. "Nice try"

Jeremy_Young: You are quick, sharp, and clever. My surprise attack fails to land. You dodge, then take advantage of my loss of balance to strike with a punch to my face. Your knuckles connect with my cheek. The blow is incredibly hard; thrown off balance, I stagger—half-dazed, with sharp pain across my face.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: Seeing you stagger from my punch, I flash a confident smirk and immediately press my advantage. I dart forward before you can regain your balance, reaching out with both hands to grab you by the back of the head. "Not so cocky now, are you?" I pull you toward me while driving my right knee sharply upward into your abdomen. THUD! Keeping my grip, I plant my foot and attempt to deliver a second knee strike to your midsection, hoping to double you over.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: I stagger backward, but you grab my head and pull me forward, forcing me to bend over at nearly a 90-degree angle. You strike me in the belly with your knee. I take the blow in pain, wheezing, and cover my stomach with my hands. You don’t let go; you strike me once more. Your blows are powerful and knock the breath out of me. I try to place a hand on your chest to push you away, hoping to avoid any further knee strikes.

Gold_Standard_J: I feel your hand pressing against my chest as you desperately try to shove me away. Rather than resist, I release my grip on your head and take several quick steps backward, a mischievous smirk spreading across my face. "Need some breathing room? Here, have some!" I turn and sprint toward the ropes, throwing my back against them before using their tension to propel myself forward. My white boots pound against the canvas as I charge straight toward you, still doubled over and clutching your stomach. With a sudden burst of speed, I leap off my left foot, driving my right knee upward toward your exposed face. CRACK! I attempt to catch you squarely on the chin with a running jumping knee strike, using my momentum to deliver a devastating blow.

Jeremy_Young: I am doubled over, racked with pain. My hands are pressed to my abdomen as I gasp for air. Your blows have left me exhausted, but fortunately, you let go—helped, in part, by the push I managed to deliver; it wasn't particularly strong, but it was effective. I take a step back and look at you. You sprint toward the ropes, rebound, and come charging back in my direction. I realize that if I don’t react, the consequences could be devastating. As you lunge forward to strike, I sidestep, ensuring your knee hits nothing but air. While you are still in the midst of your motion, I launch myself—feet together—into a dropkick aimed at your knee. The soles of my boots are targeted squarely at your supporting leg.

Gold_Standard_J: My jumping knee misses completely, and before I can recover, your dropkick slams squarely into my supporting leg. THUD! “AAARGH!” I cry out as my knee buckles violently beneath me. The impact sweeps my leg out from under me, sending me crashing onto my side. I immediately clutch my knee with both hands, rolling onto my back with a pained grimace. I scramble toward the ropes, desperately trying to create some distance before you can capitalize.

Jeremy_Young: I land a strike on you after evading a potentially devastating attack. I land on my side and quickly try to get back to my feet, while you remain on the canvas in pain, clutching the knee I just struck. I’m not moving very fast—my body is still feeling the effects of your knee strikes—but I close the distance and decide to press the advantage where it hurts the most, attempting to stomp twice on your injured knee.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: "AAARGH!" I scream as your boot comes crashing down onto my injured knee. A sharp jolt of pain shoots through my leg, and I instinctively curl up, clutching it with both hands. Before I can pull it away, you stomp down a second time. "AHHH! DAMN IT!" I grit my teeth, rolling onto my back as you loom over me. I refuse to let you have another free shot. As you move closer, I draw my uninjured leg toward my chest and suddenly thrust it forward, driving the sole of my boot toward your abdomen.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: I move toward you, intent on pressing the attack and focusing my efforts on your knee. You, however, have other ideas. You land a kick to my stomach. I double over, gasping for air. I stagger back a few paces, struggling to breathe. I need a moment to recover.

Gold_Standard_J: Gritting my teeth, I push myself onto one foot and struggle upright, keeping most of my weight off my injured leg. "You're not getting away that easily!" I snarl, limping toward you. I raise both hands above my head and bring my clasped fists crashing down across your exposed back. THUD! Without giving you a chance to recover, I grab you by the shoulders and shove you toward the ropes. I seize your wrist, plant my good foot firmly against the canvas, and twist my body to send you whipping across the ring. My injured knee nearly buckles from the effort, but I manage to stay standing, bracing myself for your return.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: I’m doubled over, and while I try to catch my breath and regain my strength, you’re already back on your feet. Despite your bad knee, you still have the power to hurl me toward the ropes. I run, turn at the last second, and bounce off them with my back. I come charging back toward you—off-balance, but I still reach out, extending my arm to strike you across the chest with a clothesline.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: I see you charging toward me, your arm extended for a clothesline. My knee is still throbbing. At the last possible moment, I duck beneath your outstretched arm, catching your wrist with both hands as you rush past me. I shout, twisting your captured arm sharply and using your own momentum to drag you off balance. I pivot on my good leg, pulling you down toward the canvas. I quickly swing my legs across your chest and face, trapping your captured arm between my thighs. I clamp my knees together, secure your wrist against my chest, and arch my hips upward, locking in a tight cross-armbar. "COME ON! TAP OUT!" I yell through gritted teeth, pulling back on your arm while desperately trying to maintain the hold despite the pain shooting through my injured knee.

Jeremy_Young: I am taken by surprise. You grab my wrist and block my attack. Then, you twist my arm, sending me flying to the ground. In less than a second, I find myself caught in an armbar on the floor—a painfully tight hold that clearly points to a background in jiu-jitsu. I scream in agony as you pin my arm, using your legs to lock it in place. I thrash about, desperately trying to find a way out.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" I shout, adjusting my grip. I slide one hand beneath your captured arm, hooking it tightly into my opposite armpit for additional leverage. My other hand clamps around your wrist, preventing you from twisting free. I arch my hips and pull back again, tightening the cross-armbar as I lie almost flat against the canvas. "COME ON! GIVE UP!" I demand, my face contorted with effort. Sweat runs down my forehead as I fight to keep the submission locked in, determined not to let your frantic struggling break my hold.

Jeremy_Young: I’m in pain, breaking into a cold sweat, as you keep twisting my arm into an unnatural position. All I can do is hope to stretch out my legs, plant my feet on the canvas, and drag you toward the edge of the ring. I’m trying with all my might to get one foot onto the bottom rope.

Gold_Standard_J: Your desperate efforts finally pay off as your foot catches the bottom rope. The referee immediately calls for a rope break, and I reluctantly release your arm, rolling away with a frustrated grunt. My injured knee throbs as I struggle upright, but I'm not finished with you yet. snarl, slipping beneath the bottom rope and dropping to the ringside floor. I limp toward you as you lie near the ropes, reach into the ring, and seize your injured wrist before you can crawl away. I drag your arm over the edge of the ring, raising it high above my head. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?!" I shout before bringing it crashing down against the hard edge of the apron. THWACK!

Jeremy_Young: You drag me toward the edge of the ring. The referee calls out to you, but it’s no use. You don’t stop. I look at you, fearing the worst. "No, no—don't do it!" I plead. But it’s to no avail. You slam my arm against the hard edge of the ring apron. I feel a searing, agonizing twist in my elbow. I roll toward the center of the ring, clutching my aching arm.

Gold_Standard_J: A confident grin spreads across my face as I realize you're perfectly positioned for something spectacular. Despite the throbbing pain in my knee, I turn toward the audience and throw both arms into the air. "COME ON! LET ME HEAR YOU!" I shout, clapping my hands overhead. The crowd responds with a thunderous roar, and I point toward the nearest turnbuckle, signaling my intentions. I climb onto the apron and begin scaling the corner, carefully favoring my injured leg. Each step sends a painful twinge through my knee, but I grit my teeth and continue until I'm perched atop the turnbuckle. I rise slowly, balancing on the top rope as I look down at your prone body. "THIS IS IT!" I scream, launching myself high into the air. I spread my arms and legs wide before tucking them inward, executing a soaring frog splash aimed squarely at your chest!

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: My arm is aching, and I’m gasping for air on the mat, but then I see your taunt—you’re riling up the crowd. You climb onto the ring apron and then up the ropes. You don’t seem to be in any rush. That works in my favor; I see what you’re planning and prepare to counter it. You leap high into the air, executing an agile, elegant motion for your frog splash—but I pull my knees to my chest, and as you come down, I let your body crash against my shins.

Gold_Standard_J: THUD! "AAARRRGHHH!" I scream as my stomach crashes straight into your raised shins. The impact is devastating, knocking every last bit of air from my lungs. My body folds over your knees before bouncing off them, and I collapse onto my side, both arms immediately wrapping around my abdomen. "UGHHH... HAAAH!" I gasp desperately, my mouth hanging open as I struggle to draw a breath. I roll onto my back, then onto my stomach, curling into a tight ball as the pain tears through my midsection. My spectacular frog splash has backfired completely. I'm left writhing on the canvas, winded and vulnerable, barely able to defend myself.

Jeremy_Young: Your abdomen and chest compress upon contact with my legs. You roll across the ring, clearly in pain. I immediately try to get back to my feet, gritting my teeth against the agony. I glance at you, sprint toward the edge of the ring, then leap, using the second rope like a springboard. Both my feet bounce off the rope, propelling me toward you. I twist in mid-air, aiming to land on your body with a flying leg drop—my extended leg targeted squarely at your chest.

Gold_Standard_J: I'm still sprawled on my back, clutching my aching abdomen and struggling to recover from the disastrous frog splash. Through my blurred vision, I see you sprint toward the ropes. I realize what you're planning, but my battered body refuses to respond quickly enough. The impact slams my shoulders against the canvas, violently jolting my entire body. My legs shoot upward before falling limply back onto the mat, and another agonizing gasp escapes my lips as the air is driven from my lungs.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: I fall onto you, pinning you beneath my thighs. The ring shakes, and a section of the crowd erupts in cheers. I can feel your body pressed beneath me. I don’t want to waste any time; I shift my torso, bringing my chest over yours, pull on your leg, and go for a pin. I wait for the referee to start the count.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: My body is still aching from the devastating leg drop, and I can barely muster the strength to resist. I squirm beneath your weight, desperately trying to free my shoulders. ONE! The referee's palm slaps the canvas. I grit my teeth, planting my free foot against the mat, but my injured knee screams in protest as I attempt to bridge. TWO! "NNNGHHH!" I strain, twisting my hips and trying to force one shoulder off the canvas. Your grip remains firm, and for a terrifying moment, I feel my strength slipping away. "AAAAHHH!" With one desperate burst of energy, I violently jerk my shoulder off the canvas, twisting onto my side and breaking the pin just before the referee's hand comes down for three!

Jeremy_Young: I watch the referee’s count closely. It proceeds relentlessly, almost reaching three—but just at the most crucial moment, his hand stops. I look at him, incredulous: "What?" He tells me it’s only a two-count. The adrenaline surging through my body after my flying legdrop turns into frustration. I drop to my knees beside you: "No way." I grab your hair and pull myself to my feet, trying to haul you up as well. I start thinking about the best way to set up my finisher.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: "AAAGHH!" I cry out as you grab a fistful of my hair and drag me toward my feet. My injured knee nearly buckles beneath me, and I stumble forward, one hand gripping your wrist as I struggle to stay upright. But as you pull me closer, I grit my teeth and suddenly drive my fist into your exposed stomach. THUMP! THUMP! "TAKE THAT!" I snarl, hammering another two punches into your abdomen in rapid succession. I can feel your grip beginning to loosen, and I seize the opportunity, planting my good foot firmly against the canvas. THUD! I bury one final punch into your midsection before drawing my other fist back. "AND THIS!" CRACK! I unleash a vicious uppercut toward your chin, throwing my shoulder and upper body into the rising blow!

Jeremy_Young: I pull you up by your hair, ready for my next move. But you have other ideas. You land a series of punches to my abdomen and stomach. I grunt, taking the blows in pain, and stagger. Then, a brutal punch to the chin—my head snaps back, and I end up with my back against the ropes. I reel, forced to cling to the top rope with my arms just to stay on my feet.

Jeremy_Young: I pull you up by your hair, ready for my next move. But you have other ideas. You land a series of punches to my abdomen and stomach. I grunt, taking the blows in pain, and stagger. Then, a brutal punch to the chin—my head snaps back, and I end up with my back against the ropes. I reel, forced to cling to the top rope with my arms just to stay on my feet.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: I watch you stagger into the ropes, your arms draped over the top rope as you struggle to remain upright. A confident smirk spreads across my face. I can see my opportunity, and I'm not about to waste it. "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" I sprint toward the opposite ropes, throwing myself against them before rebounding at full speed. My white boots thunder across the canvas as I charge straight toward you, my right arm extended and ready to strike. THWACK! I swing my arm across your upper chest and neck, delivering a thunderous running clothesline! Using every bit of my momentum, I attempt to knock you backward over the top rope and send you tumbling to the ringside floor!

Jeremy_Young: Your punches were incredibly powerful, leaving me dazed. I’m shaken, but I manage to stay upright by leaning against the ropes. You take a running start, bounce off the ropes, and dash toward me, extending your arm to strike. At the very last moment, however, I lift my right foot, positioning it right in front of your face—so that, carried by your own momentum, you slam violently into the sole of my boot.

Gold_Standard_J: Your boot catches me squarely in the face, snapping my head backward and stopping me dead in my tracks. "AAARGH!" I stagger several steps backward, clutching my face as the crowd gasps. My vision swims momentarily, and I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs.I grit my teeth and lower my hands, glaring at you through strands of hair that have come loose from my braid. Despite the pain, a defiant smirk creeps across my face. I suddenly surge forward again, determined to catch you before you can recover! "TAKE THIS!" I throw my entire body into my signature GOLDEN LARIAT, swinging my right arm across your upper chest with explosive force! KAAA-THWACK! I follow through with everything I've got, attempting to knock you clean off your feet. The sheer momentum carries me forward as well, sending us both crashing toward the canvas in a tangled heap! BOOOOM! I land hard on my side beside you, rolling onto my back with a pained groan. My chest heaves as I stare up at the cathedral ceiling, too winded to capitalize immediately.

Jeremy_Young: Despite my kick to your face—which, by all appearances, was devastating—you manage to recover instantly. As I plant my foot back on the canvas and catch my breath, you launch another attack, striking me across the chest and head with your arm. The force sends me over the top rope; I roll across it, slam onto the ring apron, and then collapse, dead weight, onto the cold floor outside the ring. I lie there in the ringside area, completely exhausted and in pain.

Gold_Standard_J: I hit the canvas hard after delivering my Golden Lariat, rolling onto my back with a pained groan. For several seconds, I remain sprawled across the mat, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. Sweat glistens across my face, shoulders, and abdomen, while damp strands of hair cling to my cheeks. "Haah... haah... damn, that hurt..." I slowly roll onto my stomach, pushing myself onto my hands and knees. My arms tremble from exhaustion as I gradually climb to my feet, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my wristband. I glance toward ringside and spot you lying motionless on the floor.

Gold_Standard_J: I stumble toward the ropes, duck between the top and middle ropes, and carefully step onto the ring apron. Holding the top rope for balance, I straighten up and look down at you. The crowd begins cheering as I raise my right arm, signalling that something big is coming. I take a deep breath, bend my knees, and launch myself off the apron toward your sprawled body! "AAAAAH!" I spread my arms and legs in midair, attempting a diving body splash directly onto your chest and abdomen, putting my entire weight behind the attack! I brace myself for the impact, knowing that landing on the unforgiving ringside floor will hurt us both!

Jeremy_Young: I’m down, dazed, rolling across the cold floor outside the ring. I come to a stop on my back and catch my breath. I hear a roar from the crowd. Then I open my eyes and see your body in the air, coming toward me. It’s too late to react. You crush me into the ground with your weight. I gasp for air—you’re hurting me so much.

Gold_Standard_J: I roll off you, clutching my abdomen as I collapse onto my side. My entire body aches from the impact. Sweat pours down my face, my damp hair sticking to my cheeks as I struggle to catch my breath. "ONE! TWO! THREE!" The referee begins counting us out. I groan and slowly roll onto my stomach, planting both palms against the floor. My arms tremble as I push myself onto my knees. "Haah... come on, Jamie... get up..." "FOUR! FIVE!" I grab the edge of the ring apron and haul myself upright, wincing as pain shoots through my ribs. Still breathing heavily, I stagger toward you and grab you by the head and shoulder. "Come on, big guy... we're not finished!" "SIX!" With considerable effort, I drag you toward the ring, struggling under your weight. I shove your upper body onto the apron, then crouch and push against your legs and hips, attempting to roll you beneath the bottom rope. "SEVEN!" "NNNGHHH!" I give one final desperate heave, sending you rolling back into the ring. Exhausted and drenched in sweat, I slump against the apron for a moment before grabbing the bottom rope and scrambling underneath it myself, determined to beat the referee's count.

Jeremy_Young: I am completely exhausted. That last blow was truly devastating. My body feels like a wet dishcloth—limp and devoid of any strength. You grab hold of me and pull me to my feet—it takes a great deal of effort—then you roll me under the bottom rope. The referee begins the count, but you time it perfectly; it looks like the match might resume inside the ring before the ten-second mark. As you climb back in, I get onto my hands and knees and, very slowly, pull myself up by the ropes, trying to get back to my feet.

Gold_Standard_J: I remain on my hands and knees, breathing heavily as sweat drips from my chin onto the canvas. My ribs ache from the splash outside, and every muscle in my body protests as I slowly clamber back to my feet. I stagger toward the nearest corner, grabbing the top ropes to steady myself. My white-and-gold attire is soaked with sweat, and loose strands of my damp hair cling to my face. I lean against the turnbuckles, watching you struggle to rise on the opposite side of the ring. A determined smirk slowly spreads across my exhausted face. "Come on... get up..." I crouch slightly, gripping the ropes behind me as I stalk your every movement. My eyes remain locked on you as you gradually pull yourself upright, completely unaware of what I'm preparing.

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: I hear you calling me; your taunt echoes in my head. You’re waiting for me to get to my feet so you can attack, but I stall. I need to regain some energy so I don’t go down. I crawl across the ring, then suddenly lunge toward the side, grabbing the ring ropes with both hands to pull myself up.

Gold_Standard_J: I spot you clinging to the ropes, desperately hauling yourself upright. Gritting my teeth, I charge toward you again, this time driving my right knee sharply upward toward your exposed abdomen! I immediately reach forward, grabbing you by the back of the head and attempting to pull you away from the ropes. Spreading my legs for balance, I bend you forward and tuck your head firmly between my thighs, trapping you in a standing headscissors! "Time to finish this!" Sweat streams down my face as I lean forward, reaching both arms around your waist. My muscles tense as I prepare to hoist you onto my shoulders for my devastating GOLDEN POWERBOMB! I take a deep breath, tighten my grip around your waist, and attempt to lift you off the canvas, determined to drive you down with everything I've got left!

Jeremy_Young:

Jeremy_Young: Your kick to my stomach makes me double over. Then, I feel your marble-like thighs clamping around my head. You won’t let me move. I’m weak and out of breath. With ease, you hoist me up onto your shoulders. Your face is covered by my crotch. I have a bad feeling about this.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: I stagger slightly beneath your weight, my legs trembling as I struggle to keep you balanced on my shoulders. Sweat pours down my face, and my chest heaves from exhaustion. But I've got you exactly where I want you! I tighten my grip around your waist, planting my white boots firmly against the canvas. With one final burst of strength, I straighten my legs and thrust my hips forward, throwing you off my shoulders! I tighten my grip around your waist, planting my white boots firmly against the canvas. With one final burst of strength, I straighten my legs and thrust my hips forward, throwing you off my shoulders!

Gold_Standard_J: I drive you violently onto your back, the impact shaking the entire ring! The crowd erupts as I drop into a seated position, my legs spread for balance while I maintain my grip around your waist. "AAAAARGHH!" The impact sends a jolt through my exhausted body, but I grit my teeth and immediately lean forward, folding your legs toward your chest to keep your shoulders pinned against the canvas! "COUNT IT, REF!" I press my weight down across your hips, desperately trying to hold you in place as the referee slides beside us and raises his hand. "ONE!" I squeeze tighter, my sweat-soaked hair falling across my face as I stare anxiously at the referee's hand, determined to finish this match!

Jeremy_Young: The ring shakes as the back of my head and my shoulders slam against the canvas. My lights go out instantly. I lie motionless, pinned to the mat, my arms spread wide. The referee begins to count: ONE, TWO, THREE. He could probably count all the way to 50, and I still wouldn’t move. I’m beneath you, completely destroyed.

Jeremy_Young:

Gold_Standard_J: The bell rings, and I finally release my grip on your legs, collapsing backward onto the canvas with an exhausted groan. "AAAHHH... haah... haah..." I lie flat on my back beside you, my arms spread wide, staring up at the cathedral ceiling. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I struggle to catch my breath. Sweat glistens across my entire body, my white-and-gold wrestling gear soaked through, while loose strands of damp hair cling to my flushed face. For several moments, I barely move. My ribs ache, my legs feel like jelly, and every muscle screams from the punishment I've endured. I slowly roll onto my side, planting one trembling palm against the canvas. With considerable effort, I push myself onto my hands and knees before grabbing the referee's arm for support. "Haah... give me... a second..." I gradually clamber to my feet, swaying unsteadily as the referee raises my right arm in victory. The crowd erupts, and despite my exhaustion, I manage to lift my other fist into the air. "YEEAAAHHH!" I stumble toward the nearest turnbuckle, leaning heavily against the ropes before turning to face the cheering audience. A huge, exhausted grin lights up my sweaty face.

Jeremy_Young: