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Paul_Job: The OPCW autumn show is taking place in the evocative setting of an ancient, deconsecrated cathedral. I’ll be facing a woman who recently defeated my tag team partner. The match is part of a larger, ongoing feud involving other OPCW wrestlers. Tonight, we have to write a new chapter in this story.

Paul_Job: I make my entrance as my theme song plays on the organ. I’m wearing my signature neon shorts and black boots. I walk through the crowd, high-fiving a few fans, though many others boo me. I head toward the ring and climb inside, sliding under the bottom rope. I look around, taking in the magnificent atmosphere. Then, my music fades away, and I head to my corner to wait for my opponent.

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Jessie_Rez: Making my way down to the ring as I hear my theme music hitting over the speakers. I'm standing at 5 ft 8 133 lb. Walking down to the ring I'm in my standard girl next door outfit. I'm wearing a white tank top with denim shorts and my white platform Converse high top sneakers. I slip into the ring and I go to my corner looking at you

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Paul_Job: I watch you as you enter this cathedral, surrounded by a cheering crowd. I'm leaning against the ropes, cocky and confident. When you step into the ring, I approach you and stand face to face, defiant. "I'm not Jeremy, you know that, right?"

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Jessie_Rez: Staring you down noticing you have a slight height advantage but I'm not backing off from you. Then I put my hands on your shoulders trying to shove you away from me even before the bell rings

Paul_Job: You shove me—quite hard, too. I’m forced to take a few steps back. I offer a sarcastic smile, glancing to the right and then to the left, toward the crowd. I hear the bell signal the start of the match, and at last, I can go on the offensive. I lunge forward and attempt a clothesline to your chest.

Jessie_Rez: I step back as he run towards me and then I duck underneath your clothes line running past you. I go on the offensive quickly and I run to the ropes bouncing off of them and I come back at you jumping in the air going for a quick drop kick to your chest

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Paul_Job: I reach out to strike your chest, but you duck and avoid the blow, passing beneath my arm. I turn around, only to see you already airborne, coming in for a dropkick to my chest. The soles of your sneakers slam into me, and I collapse onto my back in the ring, writhing in pain. Even so, I quickly try to roll to the side to get back up.

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Jessie_Rez: My patented in perfectly timed dropkick connect hard with your chest and after I fall down I watch you start to roll away to the other side of the ring. I get up quickly as you get to the ropes and I try to send a quick stomp towards your belly trying to slow you down

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Paul_Job: I’m about to get back up when you—being quicker—come toward me and stomp hard on my stomach. Unable to regain an upright position, I slam my back against the corner of the ring and collapse into a sitting position.

Jessie_Rez: I move along the ropes to your left backing up a few steps from you. Then I run towards you and I twist my hip the last second trying to slam the side of my ass into your face while you're in the corner

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Paul_Job: I remain in the corner, dazed from your blow. I can’t move as I see you charging toward me. You shift your body slightly and strike me in the face with your buttock. My head slams against the turnbuckle, and I’m left dazed, sitting in the corner and gasping for air.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm beaming with confidence now. I hit the side of my ass into your face and then I back up a few steps. Then I step towards you hopping up putting my left sneaker on the bottom rope and then pushing my other sneaker on your chest pushing and trying to keep you pinned in the corner as I try to humiliate you

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Paul_Job: Your beating continues; you won’t let me get up. You strike me in the chest and pin me against the corner. I groan in pain, signaling for the referee to intervene.

Jessie_Rez: The referee starts counting and then eventually I take my foot away from your chest and I step off of you. Then I grab your boots and I pull you out of the corner. Moving me to the center then I drop your legs then I run to the ropes coming back to you. I jump in the air looking to give you a leg drop across your chest

Paul_Job: I’m dazed, but fortunately the referee interrupts the beating. In reality, it’s just a pause. You grab my ankles and drag me toward the center of the ring. Then you take a running start. I realize that something dangerous is about to happen, and as you leap, I roll onto my side, leaving you to land on the canvas.

Jessie_Rez: I grunt from the impact missing the leg drop. I hold my ass and my back and then I roll to my knees trying to get up to my feet

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Paul_Job: I dodge your attack, roll away, and grab the ropes to pull myself to my feet. Despite the clearly painful impact, you also get back up. I look at you and shake my head; I need to recover.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm rolling up to my feet and I see you against the ropes a few feet away from me. I hold my back and I take a deep breath. Then I Rush at you trying to hit my chest into your body I'll also trying to hit my arm at your chest almost like a clothesline maneuver as well

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Paul_Job: You rush toward me with intensity and malice. I am tired and dazed, but I manage to grab onto the higher rope, lift my foot, and attempt to kick you in the chest.

Jessie_Rez: I take a few steps but I run right into your boot and it shoves me away. I hold my chest looking at you deciding not to rush in at you again

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Paul_Job: You collide with my boot, which gives me an advantage. I want to capitalize on that advantage. I step up onto the second rope in the corner and then leap. I take flight toward you, attempting to strike you in the chest with a flying clothesline.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm holding my chest and I turn around and I see you flying with at me with your arm crashing into my chest knocking me down hard onto my back. I hold my chest and kick my legs slowly feeling the brunt of that flying move from you

Paul_Job: I strike you, you fall to the mat on your back, and I quickly throw myself on top of you, trying to pin your shoulders to the ring. I wait for the referee to count the pin.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm a little surprised you're going for the pin so quickly. The referee gets in position and then after he slaps his hand the first time I kick my legs out and lift up my shoulder avoiding the pinfall

Paul_Job: My attempt was too optimistic, and you quickly manage to break out of the pin. I hadn’t counted on it, but I gave it a shot. I grab your hair—you don’t protest—and pull myself to my feet, bringing you up along with me.

Jessie_Rez: You're switching up tactics on me which confuses me a little. My long curls get grabbed and I get pulled up to my feet. I'm grabbing at your wrist trying to pry your fingers out of my hair

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Paul_Job: I pull you to your feet; you grab my wrists, trying to dull your pain or force me to let go. Once you’re standing, I attempt to strike you in the navel with my knee—"Stay still!"

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Jessie_Rez: I get turned and nailed with the knee to my soft belly. I bend over in front of you as you still hold my hair like a bitch.

Paul_Job: I strike you in the stomach, forcing you to double over, all the while keeping a firm grip on your hair. I slide one hand between your legs and place the other on your neck. I attempt to hoist you up onto my shoulders to execute a fireman’s suplex, slamming you back-first onto the ground.

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Jessie_Rez: I think to myself this is just going to be another normal fireman's carry. I've been able to sleep out of those before but instead you quickly lift me up tossing me over and I get slammed hard onto my back. I land with the big thud here in the crowd cheering for that maneuver. I have no idea how you pulled that off but I lay there holding my back stunned for the moment

Paul_Job: I manage to send you flying, landing flat on your back—a move that demands maximum effort from my own back and legs. The ring shakes as you slam against the canvas. The crowd cheers for the maneuver. I take a breath as I watch you, then lean down and grab your head. I lift it off the canvas, pulling you into a seated position; if I succeed, I wrap my arm around your throat to lock in a sleeper hold.

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Jessie_Rez: I struggle in this hold as I'm sitting there and I start twisting my hips side to side as I grab your arm and twist my head trying to slip it out of this hold early in the match

Paul_Job: You move, thrashing your body about, and grab my arms. I know you’re strong, and there’s a high risk that I might lose my grip. So, I arch my back and try to pull harder, wedging my forearm beneath your chin.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm getting pulled up and as you really dig that arm underneath my chin then I throw a couple elbows at your side and your belly using this hopefully to escape while I'm grabbing your arm

Paul_Job: I grip you by the throat, trying to strangle you with my sleeper hold. You fight back, though—you’re strong. Your elbow slams into my stomach; I grunt—it hurts—and I feel my hold begin to loosen. Then you strike me again, and this time, I can’t maintain the grip. I let go and stagger back, hands clutched to my midsection, a grimace of pain etched across my face.

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Jessie_Rez: With you holding your belly from my elbow strike I turn around and I flip my hair back looking at you. Then I back up into the ropes pushing off of them running at you trying to extend my arm and hit you with the clothesline to knock you down hopefully

Paul_Job: I stagger back, hunched over, and huff for air; then, I slowly straighten up—but by the time I look at you, it’s already too late. You strike me with a violent clothesline to the chest. The impact is immense; my feet leave the canvas, and I flip backward, landing hard on my shoulders and back. I lie there, dazed—it feels as though I’ve been hit by a car.

Jessie_Rez: After hitting you with the clothesline I run past you. Then I come back towards you and I see your long flowing hair on the canvas. I step on it pin in your head down then I put my other sneaker on your chest pushing down on your chest trying to make it hard for you to breathe. I hear the crowd cheering for my dirty tactic

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Paul_Job: I’m down on the mat, dazed and gasping for air. You give me no respite, stomping hard on my chest. My body bounces off the canvas; I cough, in agony, unable to escape the predicament.

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Jessie_Rez: The referee sees me standing on your hair and he finally counts and tells me to get off. Reluctantly I get off of your hair and I walk around the ring and I look back and I see you in pain. Then I run towards you and I jump in the air looking to give you a big splash across your chest

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Paul_Job: You throw your full weight onto my defenseless body. Your large, explosive breasts crush my chest. All the air is forced out of me. I lie sprawled on the canvas beneath you, dazed, coughing, unable to breathe.

Jessie_Rez: My tits hit hard and I can feel some of the life drained out of your body. I decide to go for a quick pinfall. I hook your leg As I lay across you trying to pin one of your arms as well...1....

Paul_Job: You’re pinning me beneath you; my shoulders are pressed against the canvas. The referee begins to count. ONE, TWO. But just as he’s about to finish the count, I shift my torso slightly beneath you—managing to move you just enough to break the count.

Jessie_Rez: I knew I wouldn't be able to pin you that quickly in this match but I figured it was worth a shot. I get to my knees next to you. Then I grab your long hair and I pull you up to your feet with me. Then I try to use my left arm to pull you into a side headlock and hopefully lead you around the ring

Paul_Job: I’m free, but I can’t regain my energy because you keep attacking. You lock me in a headlock and force me to stand up. I’m bent forward, at nearly a 90-degree angle. I try to strike your thigh with a series of desperate punches: "Let me go, you big-assed woman!"

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Jessie_Rez: I'm getting you pulled up barely but you're still resisting then I feel furious and desperate punches to my thigh. I grunt and my leg buckles a little as you hit the nerve in my thigh. I'm forced to let go of you and I stumble away from you holding my thigh with a little bit of pain on my face.

Paul_Job: My punch throws you off balance. You let go, and I see you reach for your thigh. I realize I’ve hurt you—this is likely the perfect moment for a decisive strike. I leap up and grab your head with both hands, then slam your face into the ground as I fall backward to execute acutter, a sort of RKO.

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Jessie_Rez: I turned towards you and you're reaching for the back of my neck and I'm trying to stop you and grab those arms but you take me down in this RKO move but it wasn't hit as perfectly as he wanted. I still land hard on my upper body feeling my tits take a brunt.. I lay there moaning holding my chest as well

Paul_Job: The ring shakes when we fall. You’re lying on your chest; I grab your shoulder and push you over. Now it’s my turn to try and win. I pin you and let the referee begin the count.

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Jessie_Rez: The referee is taking his time and then he catches you looking at him wanting him to start the pinfall attempt. It gets down and starts counting. Then right after the two count I was able to kick out and lift up a shoulder. Thank goodness the referee was slow

Paul_Job: The referee falls asleep, counting slowly, and you manage to interrupt the count. I have to let you go. I look at the referee and hurl an insult: "You're slower than a snail, you the-sclerotic old fool!" I stand up, grab your thick, curly hair, and try to pull you up, too.

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Jessie_Rez: Then I find my curly hair in my wrist grabbed and then pull it to my feet. I get up to my feet barely leaning into you as I use you to keep my balance. I reach up with my other hand grabbing your wrist trying to lessen the pain on my scalp...

Paul_Job: I manage to get you to your feet; you’re standing right in front of me. Your hands grab my wrists, but I pull my arms back for a moment—just enough to break free from your grip. Then, I attempt to strike you with a chop to the chest, aiming to send you back-first into the ropes.

Jessie_Rez: The slap smacks me hard against my chest barely covered by my top. My large tits jiggle inside my top as I get sent back and I retreat backwards leaning against the ropes now as I'm breathing a bit harder from that slap

Paul_Job: I watch you as I back away toward the opposite side of the ring. I want to destroy you, and I decide to use my agility to strike you hard with one of my best weapons. I sprint toward you at lightning speed, then leap up and plant my left foot on the second rope, right beside you. Using that as a springboard, I drive my right knee upward, aiming to strike you beneath the chin.

Jessie_Rez: I've studied you in the past knowing you like to go for those big moves and I sense this might be coming. As you rush at me looking to plant your foot on that middle rope then I duck and I roll forward away from you avoiding your big move. Then I start to stand up and turn to face you

Paul_Job: I attempt to strike you with a knee that could prove fatal, but you seem to anticipate my attack and move aside with perfect timing. I miss completely; my leg ends up between the ropes, leaving me trapped in the ring’s cabling. My chest slams against the top rope, causing me pain. I struggle to break free, trying not to leave myself too exposed to a potential counterattack from you.

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Jessie_Rez: I see your leg on the outside of the ring as you're tangled up in the ropes. Then as he turned to face me I run towards you I jump in the air trying to come down with a hard forearm to your chest

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Paul_Job: I’m pinned against the ropes, unable to protect myself. You strike me in the chest with your forearm. I bounce off the ropes and then collapse onto the ring, in agony. I clutch my chest, gasping in pain.

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Jessie_Rez: I drag you up by your hair and put you in a sitting position up against the ropes. Then I hold on to the top rope and then I put my shin of my leg up against your throat pushing down on it trying to cut off the air

Paul_Job: You are strangling me with your foot, pressing the sole of your shoe against my throat. The ropes make your task easier, while I suffer in silence, unable to breathe. I am hoping for the referee to intervene and put a stop to this illegal move.

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Jessie_Rez: I'm feeling more confident as I put my shin on your throat but then the referee sees when I'm doing and he starts counting and then eventually pulls me off of you. I yell at the referee for a few moments then I reach down grabbing for your hair in your arm pulling you up to your feet. Then I send you across the ring with an Irish whip

Paul_Job: I cough as you take your foot off my throat. I need to catch a breath of oxygen. I try to crawl away, but you grab my hair and yank me to my feet, then fling me toward the ropes; I run, then at the last moment I turn and bounce off them with my back, rushing back toward the center of the ring.

Jessie_Rez: I see you bounding back towards me. As I'm in the center of the Ring I lift up my leg aimed at your chest waiting for you to run into the bottom of my sneaker

Paul_Job: I see your foot rising, and I never would have expected such an old-school move in an OPCW match—the "big boot" was all the rage back in the '80s. I read it easily and try to get the jump on you; I execute a baseball slide, aiming to strike the ankle of your supporting leg with the soles of both my boots.

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Jessie_Rez: I was expecting for this boot maneuver to possibly take you out but you slide taking my planted foot out from under me and I land abruptly and harshly on my side and little on my front. I lay there holding my chest and my side. I shake my head trying to get my senses back

Paul_Job: I manage to avoid your big boot and trip you, sending you to the mat. After landing on my side, I push myself up onto my knees. I move toward you and immediately reach for your foot; I lock your ankle in my grip and begin to twist it. I’ve applied my ankle lock.

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Jessie_Rez: I get pushed enrolled to my belly and I'm trying to reach for the ropes but you keep me from moving. I feel mine white sneaker gripped and my ankle twisted. I start screeching as I'm trying to get out of this. I kick my other leg around as I'm still reaching for the ropes

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Paul_Job: You try to slide toward the ropes, but I pull you back to the center of the ring to thwart your attempt to break free. I plant a knee on your thigh and keep twisting your ankle. "Give up, or I’ll break it. Would you rather lose the match—or your career?" I say, with a sadistic edge, aiming to intimidate you into giving in.

Jessie_Rez: I didn't think you would really break my ankle knowing we have a tag match coming up. I reach back and slapping at your leg that's close to me try to make you let go of my leg

Paul_Job: I hold your ankle tightly, and you strike my supporting leg with your hand. But these blows aren't strong enough to make me loosen my grip. I remain on my knees, all the while continuing to twist your ankle.

Jessie_Rez: You are really working my ankle then I push up to my hands and I've been my back towards you. Then I lean on my left hand and I throw a desperate slap at your chest trying to slap you there and hopefully make you let go

Paul_Job: Uughh your hand hits my chest. I scream in pain, feeling that my grip losen. I try to take you a bit more, but your leg slides away and I have to let you definitely go. I stand on my feet, step backwards and look at you. "You want more, ok! Show me what you still have!"

Jessie_Rez: I crawl forward and eventually get to the ropes hearing the crowd getting behind you with your very intricate move working on my ankle. I pull myself up and I turn around and I start putting weight on my foot feeling a little bit of a sprain but I try to shake it off. I hear some of the crowd behind me yelling for us to continue.

Paul_Job: I want to take advantage of the fact that you have a leg injury and are therefore much slower. I move toward you and attempt to strike your midsection with a front kick, hoping to make you double over so I can plan my next attack.

Jessie_Rez: I watch you come towards me then as you plant your foot to launch your Kik at me I use the ropes to pull me to the side to avoid your kick. Hoping you miss and get your foot and your leg over the middle rope

Paul_Job: Even though you’re limping, you manage to move to the side with the help of the ropes. I strike only thin air; my leg ends up over the second rope, and my chest hits the top rope. It’s a tough match—you’re putting up a fierce fight.

Jessie_Rez: I back up to my corner fighting through my limp. Then with your leg over the top rope I go to you and I jump in the air looking to hit your side with the dropkick hoping to get you in the ribs

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Paul_Job: You strike me in the side with both feet. I feel my ribs compress. My body slams into the ropes and then rebounds. The ropes push me back toward the center of the ring. Off-balance, I collapse onto the canvas. I fall to the ground and drop to all fours to catch my breath.

Jessie_Rez: I get up slowly and I see you on your hands and knees in the center of the ring. I get up slowly testing my ankle as I'm starting to feel the ankle possibly start to swell. Then I come over grabbing your hair as I stand to your left side starting to pull you up...

Paul_Job: You grab my hair and pull me upward, forcing me to my feet. I need to recover, but there’s no time. As you haul me up by my thick hair, I try to fight back—placing a hand on your breast and squeezing, attempting to apply a "claw" hold, all the while hoping the referee is distracted by something else.

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Jessie_Rez: I want to throw you to the ropes wanting to deliver possibly a finisher but instead you grab my left breast and squeeze it hard. I start grunting and groaning. The referee is behind you and doesn't see what you're doing. The grip on your hair becomes looser. I use my other hand trying to pry your fingers off of my breast.

Paul_Job: You let go of my hair, and that allows me to release my grip on your breast. I know I’ve hurt you, but I want to finish this. I step back toward the ropes, bounce off, and then rush back toward you. I drop down, aiming to hit you with a Spear to the stomach.

Jessie_Rez: My ankle is hurting and you squeezed my breast pretty hard. I watch you run back to the ropes. Then when you come at me I try to move to the side but your shoulder still hits my belly a bit knocking me down awkwardly onto my back. I hold my belly as I lay there moving side to side slowly

Paul_Job: I strike you, then notice you roll to the side and collapse onto the canvas. I quickly get back to my feet and decide to finish you off. I climb to the top turnbuckle in the corner of the ring, look down at you, and prepare for a spectacular aerial maneuver.

Jessie_Rez: As I'm holding my belly eventually I roll to my hands and knees then I hear the crowd getting louder as I'm confused of what's going on. I put one foot forward and then I stand up looking to see where you're at

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Paul_Job: I wait, and you stand up. I take a deep breath, then launch myself. I soar high up and position myself perpendicular to the canvas. I aim to strike your chest with my own, slamming you to the ground beneath me.

Jessie_Rez: Suddenly I see this object coming at me and I see the green shorts you're wearing coming at me and I try to catch you but your chest hits my tits and as you come down on top of me you almost knock them out of my top. You land across me flattening me into the canvas here in the crowd cheering

Paul_Job: My chest slams into yours. I feel your massive breasts beneath me as I crash violently down onto you, pinning you under my weight. I roll across the ring, aching—the impact was brutal—but I know you’re in worse shape. I push myself up onto my knees and look at you, recovering energy.

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Jessie_Rez: The brutality from that move is so great. You managed to bounce off of me and I can see that you're hurting. I roll to my belly... I'm gasping for air then I roll onto my back again closer to the ropes. I try to scoot over to the ropes knowing if I get out of the ring I might get a chance to recover

Paul_Job: You try to roll away and escape the ring. I reach out, grab your hair, and pull myself to my feet, hauling you up along with me. "Let's put an end to this charade right now!" I say, bracing for another signature move.

Jessie_Rez: I'm starting to run out of steam and you grab my big curly hair getting me up to my feet right next to you. All I can do is just send a slap at your belly trying to make you let go

Paul_Job: Ugh! You hit me with a chop to the abdomen—it feels just like a whip-crack. I let go of you and stagger back. Then, planting my left foot on the mat, I lift my right leg, aiming to catch you with a superkick to the chin.

Jessie_Rez: My stubborn self is trying to fight back and I managed to get you in the belly with that slap but then I walk right into that super kick connecting right to my chin. This almost knocks me out and my legs give out and I crash onto my back spread eagle with my eyes barely open

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Paul_Job: The sole of my boot connects with your chin. You collapse backward. I see you lying there, your arms spread wide. I throw myself onto you and attempt another pin. This time, I’m fairly certain it might be the one. I wait for the referee to get down and start the count.

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Jessie_Rez: My head moves side to side slowly and I feel you get into position putting your hands on my shoulders pinning me down. I can hear the sense from the crowd this might be it. The referee starts counting one.. two..

Paul_Job: I stay on top of you, while the ref counts. I can't do much more than waiting for the three. I am ready to explode in a celebration

Jessie_Rez: I keep moving my head slowly and I try to lift up my shoulder but it's too late and the referee slams his hand for the third time

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Paul_Job: The referee strikes the canvas for the third time, then the bell rings, making my victory official. I get to my feet—struggling to stay upright—but then I grab hold of the ropes and raise my arm in triumph. I feel proud and satisfied.

Jessie_Rez: After you get up and start celebrating I turn over onto my left side covering my face and then feeling how sore my body is. I try to push up but then collapse back down to the canvas

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Paul_Job: I look at you and smile, as some of my strength returns: "Just look at you! Do you and your loser friend really think you’re better than the GoodJob Young Men?"

Jessie_Rez: I roll onto my back knowing I was defeated at the end of this match. I know this won't help my partner and I going into the tag team match that is much anticipated...."I guarantee you we will beat you next time".