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LipstickPatti: My record in WWE is 1-1 if even i should have won the last match against Sheril if that fucking CEO didn’t saved her while i was pinning her. I was robbed of the chance to compete for the Pro title against Katie but i was robbed also of my white boots that’s why tonite i’m going to wrestle barefoot. But tonite there is a lot on the line. There isn’t only the Hardcore title belt. There is also our pride since the loser of this match will have to wrestle as jobber in a WWE match. And tonite i’m going to do everything to win taking off all my frustration for having lost the last match, in that such embarassing way, i should have won. So i take care of myself in the room applying my makeup on my face to look younger, but also of my pretty feet since i’m going to wrestle barefoot and they will be on display for all the match..  My toenails are painted red like my fingernails and obviously i wear my signature red lipstick. Then i wear my usual black one piece swimsuit back thong, my white knee pads to protect my knees and to make my entrance into the ring i wear with my patent leather red stiletto pumps, my ring racket and my red lipstick tube that i put in between my breasts before i go out of the room… My music " style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); font-size: 1rem;"> plays over the arena sound system and i make my entrance into the ring with my hands on my hips..despite the fact i’m furious i show, as always my lovely smile all red thanks to my signature red lipstick and i start to walk to the ring slapping some hands of my fans..  Taking care to don’t fall from that so high heels..i feel like if i’m naked without my wrestling boots …i get some cheers but also some boos from younger fans..i'm bumping my big soft hips like a model pretending to be the hottest WWE wrestler ever.... i am wearing my short white ring jacket that says LIPSTICK PATTI on the back with a red lipsticked mouth printed on the back as well.. . that i strip off me and throw to my fans showing off my hot attire...i'm wearing my skimpy black one piece so high at the hips and with a thong backward that is so thin that my flabby butt cheeks are already full exposed at the back that i seem naked from behind.. ..At the front the fabric of the suit is so small that it barely cover my most private parts... Then i wear white knee pads and my Louboutin patent leather red high heel stiletto pumps. My makeup is heavier tonite, Black eyeshadow, a lot of foundation to hide my wrinkles and my signature red lipstick on my lips that match my nails…i take some time letting the fans taking a selfie with me..mtc

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LipstickPatti: before to wink at my family at ringside and slip in between the ropes waving at the fans, taking my red lipstick tube from my cleavage and applying it on my lips… before to come back to my own corner….placing my back against the turnbuckle…waiting for your entrnace…  

Zoey1: I am in my dressing room backstage, getting myself mentally attuned and prepared for my Hardcore title match against Patti, i am feeling the usual mix of emotions, some nerves which is usual, but determination, focus, intensity and drive, as i look at myself in a full length mirror, wearing white boots and knee pads, white one piece swimsuit and white pantyhose, long blonde hair, i hear a knock at the door to tell me it's time to make my way to the ring  i can hear the fans cheer so my opponent is clearly in the ring already, i take a sip from a bottle of water and make my way to the ring , a mixed response, i try to remain focused and not bother with the crowd, i walk up the 3 ring steps and stop at the top to grab the ring post and look around me, i step through the middle ropes and into the squared circle, going to a corner, back against the buckles, arms across the top ropes looking over at you

LipstickPatti: I see you making your entrance into the ring and i try to hide my agitation…i keep my arms over the top ropes and keep showing my smile….i look at you body, scanning you from your boots to your face...you’re dressed all in white and i laugh commenting it with the ref “SHE DRESSED ALL WHITE? DOES SHE KNOW WHAT KIND OF MATCH IS THIS ONE?” i shake my head, knowing that you will have to trash that attire once i will be done with you. The speaker makes his entrance into the ring….and i wait in my own corner keeping my eyes on yours…admiring how beautiful you are before the match and fantasizing about how messed up you will be after the match…i do a gesture to the ref to take off my high heels which he does, getting excited for that as he exposes m well pedicured red painted toenails white i keep applying some more red lipstick on my lips.... 

LipstickPatti: LADEIS AND GENTLEMEN…WELCOME TO SPRING BRAWL HARDCORE TITLE MATCH….crowd roars….....INTRODUCING FIRST SHE IS A VETERAN OF THE RING....SHE ISN'T A WRESTLER ONLY..SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL WIFE AND A WONDERFUL MOM..AT HER 3RD MATCH IN WWE WITH A RECORD OF 1 WIN AND 1 LOSS...STANDING 198LBS 5'7" 60YO...PLEASE GIVE YOUR WELCOME TO ...LIIIIIIIIPSTICKKK PATTIIIIIIIII….i let go the ropes and do a parade around the ring ..

LipstickPatti: Then i go out of the ring walking to my own family, kissing both my husand and my son on their mouth..making the crowd getting crazy…the whish me good luck... mtc

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LipstickPatti: Then i walk back to the ring bumping my hips to make my big butt cheeks bumping side to side at each step i do before to move back to my own corner…placing my back there, waiting for your intro and for the bell… 

Zoey1: i look around and survey my surroundings, i see the on site bookmaker using tic tac, the secret language of the bookie, pointing to his nose and shoulders, giving out the odds, some money being waved in the air as well as betting slips, an enthusiastic crowd cheering passionately and vigorously for their favourite, my back against the buckles , i adust my wrestling gear, and the announcer begins to announce me...INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT, STANDING 5'9 AND WEIGHING 154 POUNDS, 49 YEARS OLD, FIRST MATCH IN WWE PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR ZESTFUL ZOOOOEEYYYYY, i move away from the turnbuckles and wave to the crowd  as i await the bell to ring to signify the start of this match

LipstickPatti: I'm relaxed in the corner waiting for your intro....slowly my smile turns to a serious expression...you are 10 years younger than me but you look in very good shape compared to me. But it doesnt mean you are advantaged....at least i'm bigger than you and after that loss to Sheril i have to show everyone i'm not finished as wrestler. I look at you in anger....you picked a very sexy attire for this match...like if you want to provoke me....and you got it....as the speaker yells your name i point at you...YOU THINK YOU'RE SEXY HUH? THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT TO PROVE TONITE? HUH? i say at you feeling so mad for this, pretending to be the only sexy one in WWE....but the crowd seems hypnothized by you...and it makes me getting so mad...HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WATCHING AT? HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN A LOSER? i say as finally the bell ring...DINGGGGGGGGGG....i let go the ropes and start to circle around the ring with both arms up in the air...i wiggle my finger as i come closer at you...COME HERE BARBIE!! I HAVE A COUPLE OF THINGS TO SHOW YOU..i say...as my barefoot stomps onto the mat at each step i do...I'M GONNA PUT THAT SMILE OUT OF THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE...i say as i try to go for a test of strenght..

Zoey1: i start to do some stretches, shaking my arms and legs and rolling my neck and shoulders, getting myself loosened and warmed up for what should be a very hard fought, tough, aggressive fight, my opponent is very mouthy, and she seems to be psychologically affected by the crowd, i smile at her taunts and shouts to the crowd, as the bell rings and the fight begins, we circle each other, i see if there are any weak areas that i might be able to potentially exploit in this fight, i try to cut the gap between us cautiously, i see you going for a test of strength so i wiggle my fingers and attempt to interlock my hands with yours centre of the ring

LipstickPatti: you a dumb blonde if you think you can go with a test of strenght with me...i'm heavier than you and bigger than you and if we go into that it's clear i would win that test....but i'm not here to show off my strenght....i'm here to get this belt....so as you wiggle your fingers showing off your nails painted red like mine looking to interlock your hands with mine in the center of the ring i do a primal scream planating my left foot onto the mat and looking to ram my right one right against your belly button...as i try to force you to bend over in front of me if i can...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

Zoey1: i really should have thought this through more thoroughly as you are bigger than me, maybe stronger, but our hands interlock together, i am caught out as my opponents right foot slams hard into my stomach driving air out of my body, my groan of pain echos around the ring as i fold over holding my stomach groaning in pain and discomfort, as the first action of the fight takes place UUURGGHH

LipstickPatti: as you bend over in front of me a loud BOOOOOOOOS echoes in the arena, and they are, obviously, your fans....i don't miss any time and do a little step toward you looking to ram my left padded knee up, aiming it against your chin....trying to hit you as hard as i can, hoping to hurt you for good...AAAAAAAAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

Zoey1: a chorus of boos and jeering from the crowd as my rival starts the match in confident fashion, i feel her knee slamming hard into my chin as it snaps my head and neck back as i stumble back a few steps feeling dazed and sore, trying to stay on my feet, holding my chin and face

LipstickPatti: my knee connects with your chin....my family and fans cheering me....GOO PATTI!! KICK HER ASS!! and i wont stop...so as you stumble backward a few steps dazed and sore trying to stay on you feet holding your chin i try to get an early advantage showing off to everyone and especially to you that i'm not going to be so sweet with you...so i charge at you like a bull outstretching my right arm and try t hit your throat as hard as i can with a nasty clothesline looking to make your smaller body flip backwad if i can...AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... LipstickPatti:

LipstickPatti:

Zoey1: my rival showing off her strength as her clothesline to my throat connects hard and i am sent spinning and hit the canvas hard, the ring rattling and shaking on my impact as i lay on my side facing away from you holding my throat, struggling to breathe hopefully momentarily, struggling to get my breath back as my body was flipped backward, the crowd ooohing at that move

LipstickPatti: the crowd BOOO and OOHHH at that move, so violent and nasty. Some people cheer you because you're much younger and hotter than me and the view of this big fat woman hurting you made them getting so mad at me....But i want to hurt and punish you for all the bad words you said over at me.....so as you are struggling to breath i sit my 200lbs over your side as you're facing away from me....and i grab your blonde hair with my left hand ....showing your pretty face to the crowd sat in front of me like if you were a trophy...SMILE AT YOUR FANS BARBIE! i scream in your face before to ram a nasty punch on your forehead before i get up throwing your face down to the mat as hard as i can...i parade myself around the ring....getting even more BOOOO from your fans...

Zoey1: my hair grabbed, feels like my scalp is on fire, tiny little strands of hair fall through your fingers on to the blue canvas, a hard punch connects to my forehead, it hurts like hell, my face thrown down to the canvas hard as i lay on my stomach dazed holding my forehead, all of my rivals strength and power went into that punch, the crescendo of boos and jeers echo around the ring as i am struggling against my bigger opponent

LipstickPatti: i walk over at you....hearing your own fans yelling at you like if they want to warn you about the fact i'm coming..SHUT UP! i yell at them as i reach for your blonde hair again....trying to pull you up...GET UP BITCH!! I HAVE JUST STARTED...i say looking to rip that blonde hair off your head...

Zoey1: my blonde hair grabbed again, scalp feels like it's burning as i am dragged up, my forehead bright red from your punch, i am on my knees before you, my hands on your big thighs as there is a mixture of jeering and cheering in the arena, my rival dominating the fight so far

LipstickPatti: your fans seems sorry for you as i look like a fury and you look like if you're defensless.....but they BOOO makes me get even more mad....FUCK YOU!!! I'M TIRED OF YOU!! SHUT UPPPPPPPP! i scream getting even more boos....I grunt and pull your head up by your hair forcing you onto your knees and bite your forehead.....keeping your head pulled by your own blonde hair....crowd screaming at me now.....:

Zoey1: i am forced on to my knees as my hair is grabbed, my rival bites my forehead, her teeth sinking into my forehead, i scream in pain and agony, my forehead opened up as some blood trickles down my forehead mixing with sweat stinging my eyes, i am taking a lot of punishment from my bigger rival

LipstickPatti: after i bite your forehead i turn to the side of the crowd where i hear more BOOOO....i smile showing off your forehead now bleeding..some of your blood on my mouth....LOOK AT HER!!!! HOW PRETTY SHE IS NOW, HUH? i say... before to throw you onto the mat moving to the corner.....i start to remove the top pad of the turnbuckle.....as your fans start to chant your name looking to make you get back into the match..ZOEY ZOEY ZOEY...so worried about what i have in mind..

Zoey1: the crowd booing and jeering, my forehead bleeding, it stings with the sweat and my blonde hair hanging down my face, i am thrown on to the canvas feeling in anguish and pain, some blood on the blue canvas as my rival looks to be removing the top turnbuckle

LipstickPatti: as i remove the top pad of the turnbuckle the crowd OOOOOOHH..now realizing what i have in mind....i toss the pad of the turnbuckle outside the ring and some fans take it...then i come back at you grabbing your blonde hair again....IT'S TIME FOR BARBIE TO GET HURTED i say pulling you roughly up...your forehead already bleedying...your fans beggin me to don't do that....but i start to run over the exposed turnbuckle...looking to slam your face there if i can...AYEEEEEEEEEEE...

Zoey1: my rival dominating the fight so far, my hair grabbed once again, as i am dragged to the exposed turnbuckle, the blood trickling down my face mixed with the sweat stinging my eyes, i try to put my foot on to the middle rope to try and stop you slamming my face into the steel and i try to grab 2 handfuls of your hair and attempt to slam your face into it instead

LipstickPatti: my son screaming at me to hurt you....HURT HEEEEEEER!! and i'm going to do it for good knowing if i'm going to slam your face there, i'm gonna to bust your face open....i'm so jealous of you and of all the cheers you're getting...i'm jealous of your body and of your smile.....and i try to put all my frustration in that face slam....but as i'm going to slam your face there you put your white boot over the middle rope stopping my attempt...WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK.....your arm comes behind mine and your hand grab two handfuls of my hair....you catch me totally by surprise and slam my poor face against the unprotected turnbuckle post...BAMHHHHH...my head snaps back....both hands covering my face.....all the crowd saying OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... 

Zoey1: i manage to slow you down by slamming your face into the unprotected turnbuckle post, my first bit of offence in this match so far, the crowd cheering, some boos and jeers, i take a few seconds to wipe some blood away from my face and sweat from my forehead, trying to grab 2 handfuls of your hair and try to drape your neck over the top rope as i try to get myself into this fight

LipstickPatti: i'm so stunned for the hard way you slammed my face against the unprotected buckle that at first i don't even realize what happened...plus i feel a trickle of blood running across my face...my family in front of me gets worried as they see the blood on my face...i move one hand over it checking for blood but you grab 2 handfuls of my hair....making me move instnctively my hand over your wrist....but you drape my neck over the top rope...NHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i moan unable to breath well..

Zoey1: i can see a little bit of blood on your face, as i try to maintain the advantage by trying to choke you on over the top rope, using a lot of strength to try and keep my rival there as she's a big woman, gritting my teeth and shouting in annoyance 'you like that you fat fucking bitch', as i try to grab your hair and send you down to the canvas

LipstickPatti: i put my tongue out, unable to breath well...my hands over the top ropes as i try to push myself off...i start to cough..but you press me there choking me....my husband screaming at you YOU BITCH!!!....you grit your teeth as i keep trying to get free...pushing on the top ropes with both hands but then you grab my hair and throw me backward onto the mat making my big body landing on my back ont the canvas with a loud BAAAAMHH....

Zoey1: i stand looking at your husband as he shouts abuse at me, i smile at him and put my finger to my lips in a sshhh gesture, which seems to annoy him even more, the ring rattling and shaking as your big body hits it hard, i try to bend over and grab at your right leg trying to lift it off the canvas, i attempt hard kicks with my right foot to the back of your right knee, in my head i feel trying to keep you down to the canvas, or trying to injure a body part will be a good chance for me to win

LipstickPatti: you look at my husband who is screaming at you trying to distract you in some way...but you out your finger to your lips doing a "shhhh gesture" which it makes you look both mean and sexy at the same time...i hold my throat in pain...coughing a bit ....but suddenly you grab my right leg...lifting it off the canvas...my barefoot poininting at the lights....basically in this way you spread my legs since the other one still flat onto the mat giving to the crowd a good view of my crotch area barely covered by my skimpy swimsuit....i lift my head up...HEEYYYY NOOO...i say as you start to hit the back of my right knee making my body jolt every time you hit me....AOUHH OUHHHHHHH OUHHHHHHHHH...all the large amount of cellulite on my thighs and flabby hips jiggling...

Zoey1: i am now in control of the match, keeping you down on the canvas with kicks to the back of your right knee, i try to grab at your legs to try and lift them off the canvas, i attempt to drive my right knee down hard into the back of your right thigh, trying to focus on your legs, with the thought process being that you are not as big and intimidating on the canvas, tiny beads of sweat form on my forehead trickling into my eyes slightly stinging them

LipstickPatti: now you grab also my other leg and lift it up and off the canvas....keeping me on my back...i try to lift my upper body up waving my arms at you...my eyes wide open as my crotch are is on display and unpretected....NOOO NOOOOO...i yell worried about what you have in mind....but you don't miss any time and drive your right knee down into the back omy right thigh....GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD...my upper body goes back to the mat...both of my hands going behind my hurtd thigh as i try to struggle to get free if i can...

Zoey1: i get back to my feet, your groan of pain and anguish echos around the ring making me feel good, i stand over you, i need to keep you down and try and stay on the advantage, not letting you get any rest or recovery, i attempt to grab your legs and lift them off the canvas again, trying to spread them wide, a few fans know what i am planning and start to cheer, i attempt to stomp down on to your crotch with my right boot

LipstickPatti: you get back to your feet while i hold my hurted thigh in pain..but you grab my legs again...my red nail polish on my toenails brighting under the lights...this time you spread my legs so wide that my skimpy swimsuit pulls so tight against my old pussy giving a nasty front wedgie that show off too much of my intimate parts...i lift my upper body up trying to grab your hands and get free but before i can do that you stomp down your white boot against my old pussy...WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...my mouth forms a big "O" as i drop back to the mat holding my crotch almost fully exposed with both hands...

Zoey1: i roll outside the ring and tell the time keeper to move from his seat, he refuses, so i drag him by his shirt collar and throw him on to the thin blue mat, and grab his chair, folding it up i roll back into the squared circle, i can see you are in a lot of trouble as i have the chair over my head, i attempt to slam it down hard on to your left leg, trying to keep you down and give you more pain and anguish

LipstickPatti: i roll to my belly kicking my feet onto the mat in pain as you run outside the ring...both Marvin and Jack screaming at me to get up fast....i know i need to recover...but i feel a lot of pain on my crotch are and on the back of my thigh you kicked before....meanwhile you are losing some time with the time keeper who doesn't want to get up from his chair....so i roll outside the ring near my son Jack who don't miss any time getting up from his chair and folding it before to give it to me...i 'm limping a little while i walk around the floor appearing behind you...waiting for you to turn around ....then try to aim the folded steel chair right against your head if i can... 

Zoey1: the steel chair is slammed hard against my head and i fall down to the thin mat outside the ring, beside a barricade holding my head shouting in pain, the crowd cheer as i feel the top of my head, feels warm, some blood on my fingers, been opened up for a second time

LipstickPatti: the crowd tries to warn you about me.....but as you turn around it's too late ...CLANGGGGGGGGGGG...the steel chair hits your head...and you drop down onto the floor beside a barricade holding your head while some more blood runs across your pretty face....some people insulting me for having ruined your beuty once again....i toss the chair away and pull my knee pad down a bit exposing my naked knee....crowd up on their chair as they wonder what i'm going to do....i do a quick run and try to slam my unpadded knee agianst your face...hoping to hurt you badly now...AYEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

Zoey1: i try to sit up, my arms across the barricade, fortunately for me i can see you coming, you're not exactly fast, blood on the back of my head, turning my blonde hair red, i try to move out of the way trying to avoid most or all of your knee and hoping i do so that your knee slams hard into the barricade

LipstickPatti: as i'm about to hit you face as hard as i can you move away making me hit the steel barricade with my unpadded knee...WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....i drop onto the other knee right in front of the barricade ....

Zoey1: i manage to get out of the way just in time, as your knee crashes into the steel barricade, some people in the front row getting their legs hurt as the barricade crashes into them, my hair is matted with blood, trying to get to my feet, wiping sweat and blood from my eyes, no point trying to try and drag you back into the ring, too heavy, i grab a microphone cord and attempt to wrap it around your neck trying to choke you

LipstickPatti: i hold my knee in serious pain....screaming like a beast...GAWDD MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....rolling me side to side holding it in pain...then you come over at me....your white boot almost against my face....you wipe some blode from your eyes while my own one drips onto the floor....then you drag me back into the ring....making me stagger on my good foot....but first you grab a microphone cord and wrap it around my neck...GHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...my face turns red as we both are near the ring apron ....i try to unwrap that cord from my neck....NHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

Zoey1: i grit my teeth as i wrap the cord around your neck, looking down at you, some blood going into your face, i release the cord from around your neck and try to grab 2 handfuls of your hair, tiny strands of black hair falling through my fingers on to the blue mat, i try to drive my right knee into your rib area, before trying to drag you back into the squared circle under the bottom rope

LipstickPatti: you grit your teeth putting more effort as you wrap the cord around my neck...i can't breath at all....my face turning red for the air i need...and some of your own blood drips over my face....i try to get free grabbing the cord ...NHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...until you finally release the cord ....i'm almost going to drop onto the floor but you keep me up by hair.....pulling them so hard that tiny strands of my black air fall through your fingers and onto the mat....MY HAIRRRRRRRRRRR...i scream before you drive your padded knee into my rib area...AOUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....Marvin and Jack behind me trying to cheer me...C'MON PATTI!!! DON'T LET HER HURT YOU LIKE THIS!! ...but you aren't done yet and drag me to the squared circle under the bottome rope and back to the ring...

Zoey1: i hear Starvin' Marvin and Jack cheering you, and tell them to shut the hell up, my body shining with sweat and my white outfit with blood on it, i try to roll you back into the ring under the bottom rope, i take a drink from a fan at ringside and spit it in their face, which provokes a reaction which makes me smile, as they have to be held back by security, i smile as i roll back under the bottom rope to regain my focus on you

The_Ceo: OUCH!! Someone is going to be hurted

LipstickPatti: i roll back to the ring getting onto all fours ...i breath heavily for the way you choked me with that microphone cord....the crowd is enjoying this match ...especially as they see the young hot blonde taking control on the fat old wrestler....but as you take your time with some fans, taking a drink from a fan and spitting it in their face making some people laughing, i move my hand between my flabby breasts taking my red lipstick tube that is done with plastic by one side and it's done with a sharp pointed steel to the other side...i look backward with the corner of my eye and see you rolling back under the bottom rope .....i slowly turn around onto all fours so i'm going to face you..hiding my red lipstick tube in my right hand..i'm dazed and hurted but i act like if i was more than i am..waiting for you to come back at me...waiting for the good moment to do what i have in mind...

The_Ceo: uh-oh

Zoey1: i get to my feet and soak in the adulation and the hatred of some of the crowd, wiping blood from my forehead as i move towards you, stalking you, feeling i have the advantage in this fight, i move to you and attempt to grab 2 handfuls of your hair attempting to drag you up to your feet 'get up you fat bitch'

LipstickPatti: you grab my hair as i planned...and i act like if i can't keep fighthing...i moan....OH GAWDD...MY HAIR...you pull me up to my feet...MY HAAAAIRR..i scream for the pain you're giving me....NOO NOOO i scream but suddenly i grab your hair forcing you to bend over a bit and slam the steel part of the lipstick tube against your forehead once, twice, three times looking to bust you open for good this time... 

Zoey1: tiny strands of your hair fall through my fingers as i drag you up to your feet, your groan of pain and anguish echoing around the ring, i shout out in pain as you grab at my hair, gritting my teeth, i get shocked as i feel a sharp pain in my forehead as i let go of your hair holding my forehead, blood over my hands, as i shout out BITCH UURRHH

LipstickPatti: I show off an evil smile as I see the blood running from your forehead to your nose and mouth making your face becoming bloody mess in a moment...crowd BOOOO as the "beast" is ruining the beauty of the hot blonde wrestler...the ref comes to see what's happening and I hide my lisptick back into my cleavage before to lock your bloody head under my armpit forcing you to bend over in a tight facelock...I squeeze as hard as I can making the blood on your face running more until it start to drip on my barefeet and onto the mat...my free hand reaching for the back of your white swimsuit i yank it hard exposing your lovely butt cheeks if even they still covered by your pantyhose but I give you a nasty wedgie anyway don't taking much care if the hard way im yanking them so hard, almost lifting you boots off the mat, will rip them between your thighs creating a gap..

Zoey1: blood running from my forehead down my face, trying not to get any into my mouth, the fans booing, some cheering, i am put in a standing side headlock, the side of my head against your breast as you squeeze hard, a vice like grip around the back of my neck, feels like my neck is on fire, i am now in trouble against my bigger opponent, my suit yanked hard almost lifting me off my feet as i shout in pain UUURGHHH BITCH

LipstickPatti: your screams are music to my hears....i nod at the crowd gritting my teeth....then grab your right arm pulling it behind your back....getting so furious for the fact the crowd is almost all behind you and against me....SHUT UUUUUUUP! i yell at the crowd .....SHHHHHHHHUUUT UUUUUUUUP! i yell again as i squeeze your face againts my flabby breast even more before ti kick my right foot backward then forward attempting to plant your already bloody face onto the mat in a vicious DDT... ....

Zoey1: the momentum of the match swinging again as my body is covered in sweat and mixed with blood from my forehead dripping down on to the canvas, blood on my white suit as my rival takes me down to the canvas face first in a DDT move, my face hitting the canvas hard, the ring rattling and shaking as i lay on my stomach dazed UURGHHH

LipstickPatti: the crowd get silent as i slam your pretty face onto the mat with a nasty DDT .....your head bounces off the mat leaving a "imprint" of your own blood onto the mat. Some women covering their mouth with their hands in shock....i sit up looking at you next to me...my son Jack up on his chair.....YESS MOOOOOOOOOM!! YOU GOT HER!!! Marvin shows me his fist....YESS PATTI!!! PIN HER!! i adjust my hair wiping some blood off my face and roll you on your back....my big flabby breats go over your smaller ones in a crossbody formation...i hook your left leg pulling it up in the air giving to the crowd a nice view of your crotch area covered by your white pantyhose, rolling myself a bit over your body so now it's my back against your chest....the ref drops onto the mat and slaps his hand ONEEEEEE ... 

Zoey1: i am rolled to my back as my rival hooks my leg, my face a bloody mess, blood on the canvas, the crowd cheering and some in shock, as the referee quickly drops down to the mat to administer a count, i attempt to get my right shoulder up just before the three count

LipstickPatti: i pull your leg to me forcing you to split your legs in a such humiliation fashion as i expose the young talented wrestler to everyone....the cameraman is i the perfect position to shoot his video that goes on the arena big screen...the ref slaps his hand once....and i lean my head backward with an evil grin, nodding....and i nod again anticipating the 2....that doesn't come yet from the ref cause you get your right shoulder up ....making me sit up....i let go your leg moving my hands to the sides of my head pulling my hair behind my ears...FUCKK!! i hiss as i get up grabbing your hair again....GET UP WHORE!!! YOU WANT MORE? I'LL GIVE YOU MORE! ...

Zoey1: i am dragged up to my feet, my rival dominating now, hair grabbed, tiny strands of my hair fall on to the canvas, my hair matted with blood, face bloody, i wipe some blood from my eyes, my costume all blood, the crowd booing and cheering, my rival behind me

LipstickPatti: i pull you up to your feet showing your pretty bloody face to everyone....THIS IS YOUR HOT GIRL, HUH? LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS! i mock you exposing your bloody face to every side of the ring...you look almost finished...and i'm making you look like a ragdoll now...i grab your wrist and throw you to the far ropes.....i wait for you to bounce back at me and rush back at you full speed oustretching my arm...looking to hit your throat as hard as i can with a nasty clothesline...AYEEEEEEE...

Zoey1: my rival mocking me as my bloody face is exposed to the crowd, i have been taking a beating in the match for a spell now, i am sent to the ropes and bounce back at speed, ducking your clothesline and Attempting a clothesline of my own across your throat as you turn around

LipstickPatti: I'm looking to put you in your place hitting your throat as hard as I can attempting yo make you fly backwards and onto the mat but you duck under my arm...Jack yells OHH SHITTT NOOOO...I hit nothing but air while you run to the opposite ropes behind me...bouncing over then just to get some speed and come back at me...I turn around to see where you are and UBGGHHHHH...you hit a clothesline across my throat so hard that my barefeet leave the mat making my body flipping a bit backward landing onto the mat on my back...GHHHHHHHH...I hold my throat with one hand rolling in pain side to side...

Zoey1: i manage to hit a clothesline across your throat to slow down your momentum, the ring rattling and shaking on your impact, the crowd cheer and shout enthusiastically and vigorously, i have taken a beating in this match, my body shining with sweat and blood over my white outfit, trickling down my forehead, i am feeling tired taking a bit of time to try and recover, i go back towards you and try to grab 2 handfuls of your hair trying to drag you up to your feet

LipstickPatti: as they see me flying onto the mat, your fans erupts in a big YEAAAAAAH ...that clothesline against my throat was so hard that I'm having trouble breathing...i cough several times as i roll side to side holding my throat until you come over at me...grabbing 2 handfuls of my hair....instinctively i move my hand over yours like if i want to pull them away from my hair....i keep coughing as you drag me up to my feet....

Zoey1: your hands grabbing my hands, your nails digging into my hands, i try to drag you towards the turnbuckles, not an easy task because i am hurting and my rival is a lot bigger than me, i try to ram your face into the top turnbuckle, my outfit smeared in my own blood

LipstickPatti: i protest for the hairpull, knowing that in a hardcore match the ref can't do anything to make you stop it...MY FUCKING HAIRRR...i scream looking to unlock your fingers from my hair with no luck. Instead you drag me toward the turnbuckle while i'm too focused to get my hair free....and as i'm realizing you're goign to slam my face over the top pad of the turnbuckle it's too late...UNGHHHHHHHHHH...my head snaps back after the impact ....

Zoey1: i try to drag you by the hair towards the middle of the ring and attempt to put you in to a standing side headlock, trying to get a bit of rest for myself and try to put you in some trouble

LipstickPatti: you put me in an headlock forcing me to bend over....my big flabby ass exposed to the crowd behind me...i feel my thong digging into my big butt cheeks.....my face turns red for the way you're squeezing me....NGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...i grunt as i move my hands to your hips looking to push you away...LET GOOOO...i say as your fans cheer you higher now...ty

Zoey1: i grind down on the back of your neck, a vice like grip as i squeeze as hard as i can, your face against the side of my breast, trying to stand on my tip toes for extra leverage, i feel your hands on my hips, as i try to walk us around the ring, i am having the better of things but not doing much damage at all to my rival

LipstickPatti: you keep me trapped in a such embarassing way, pushign my face agains the side of your firm breast...the cut on my forehead makes your white swimsuit a more dirty of blood, and this time it's my one....you keep me bent over forcing me to folllow oyu around the ring...your fans cheering you ...HURT THAT FAT OLD COW....

Zoey1: i try to move you over to where the unprotected turnbuckle pad is and i attempt to loosen the grip around your neck, grab 2 handfuls of your hair and attempt to drive your face into the steel once then twice, trying to make you bleed, since i am the one who is covered in blood

LipstickPatti: i'm gasping for air as i try to push you on your hips harder now....LET GOOOOOOOOOO...i yell as my face turns even more red for the effort....but you walk me to the turnbuckle where i removed the top pad before....and once again you grab 2 hand fuls of my hair and slam my face into the unprotected steel of the turnbuckle as you did before...not just once, but twice...CLANGGGGGG...my head snaps back then again..CLAANGGGGGGGG...making the top ropes at the sides of the corner shaking...after the second one i drop onto one knee stunned....a big trickle of blood running across my face...i check it for blood and see a lot on my hand this time...crowd murmuring as they see my face now almost covered in blood... 

Zoey1: both of us now a bloody mess as you are down on one knee, i stand behind you grabbing a handful of hair with my left hand trying to make you look up at me, i attempt to bite down on your forehead, trying to dig my teeth into your forehead and make it bleed more, a look of anger and rage coming over me, the crowd cheering with delight at the sight of 2 women bleeding

LipstickPatti: my family at ringside getting worried now as they see me bleeding so much....PATTI GET OUT FROM THERE! Marvin screams at me as i check for blood again....but as i'm trying to push on my left foot looking to get up you pull my hair backward forcing me to look up at you.....and you lean over my forehead digging your teeth into it....AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i scream loud....my hands going over your hand that is pulling my hair looking to get free...GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.....i scream as a big trickle of blood runs down my face covering it with a lot of blood now....my son shocked... 

Zoey1: i am feeling in control of the match now, more confident, as i have my bigger opponent hurt, i think her energy and fitness might mean she will run out of gas at some point, i look over at your husband and son who look shocked, and i spit a bit of your blood in their direction, taking out a little razor that i had tucked away, i try to slice it against your forehead to try and open you up some more 'FAT BITCH'

LipstickPatti: i try to get free moving my hands over your hair as i slowly try to get up but i fee more blood running to my face.....my fans BOOOOO at you .....and i can't see what you're doing as you take a little razor from somewhere.....you hide it from the ref view and slice it agaisnt my forehead taking care to dont make it seen by the ref....AGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i scream as another cut opens on my forehead...my face becomes suddenly a mask of blood..the blood drippin on my chest and onto the mat....all the crowd shocked as no one was expecting to see the blonde barbie looking to mean against the veteran wrestler....

Zoey1: blood pouring from your face on to the already bloody ring canvas, both of us a bloody mess, you look in worse shape now than i do, i need to hammer home my advantage if i am to win this match and get the belt, your scream of pain and anguish are music to my ears, i try to kick the back of your right knee to try and take you down to one knee, i grab a handful of your hair with my right hand and aim hard punches to your forehead with my left fist

LipstickPatti: it looks more a brawl than a pro wrestling match now as i try to keep myself on my feet checking for blood and feeling shocked to see so much in my hand...i try to move away from you but you kick the back of my right knee making me drop onto th mat onto one knee again....my son screaming at me, worried about my health status now.....i'm so dazed...i'm losing a lot of blood at least...you grab my hair and aim some hard punches to my forehead ...BAMM BAMMM...my head snaps back each time you hit me...blood spraying around...

Zoey1: i am sensing that i might be able to get the win as you are weakening, your son and husband screaming, very concerned looks on their faces 'sit down and shut up, i am going to make this fat bitch bleed to death and i don't give a fuck', i stand behind you wrapping my arms around your neck, trying to lock in a choke hold 'GIVE WHORE GET OUT OF THIS BEFORE I RETIRE YOU' trying to gain some tiny bit of a psychological advantage

LipstickPatti: my face is so bloody mess....i'm not that hot as i was before the bell...my makeup completely gone....now i look like a monster...all the crowd is impressed to see the face of a 60yo woman bloody like this...i'm so weak and you stand behind me wrapping your arms around my neck looking to choke me...i wave my arms in the air....my son begging me to do something....but it seems there isn't much i can do now....but i feel your hair caressing my neck which it means you're head is close to me...so i try to do the only one thing i can do...trying to ram my right elbow backward hoping to catch your nose....if it works i will be free...if it doesn't i will be in trouble...

Zoey1: i feel like i am in control now, your face a bloody mess, my outfit and face a bloody mess, dried in blood on my lovely blonde hair, both of us feeling the effects of what has been a brutal hard fought match, i am trying to choke you out desperate to get the win over my bigger opponent, i make the mistake of keeping my head close to your head, an elbow slams into my nose as i immediately release the choke hold and hold my nose moving back a few steps, before lashing out with an attempted kick with my right foot to your back

LipstickPatti: i feel my elbow connecting with your nose since you immediately release the choke hold and move backward holding your nose...then you attempt to kick your right foot to my back making me stumble forwad to the corner...i turn around placing my back against the turnbuckle....my elbows over the top ropes...i'm dazed...hurted..all the blood on my face makes it difficult for me to see what's in front of me...i feel my legs wobbling....

Zoey1: i hold my nose and move towards you, trying to grab the middle ropes and attempting to stomp down on your right knee with my right boot trying desperately to keep my advantage, the crowd shouting and cheering the action, i need to try and keep you down or limit your ability to move around the ring

LipstickPatti: you come back at me grabbing the middle rope and attempting to stomp down at my right knee with your right boot.. OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....i scream loud...as your fans cheer you to give me more pain ....i do a primal scream grabbing your head with both of my hands and pull it toward me as i push my head towarad yours looking to headbutt your nose again and again and again...3 times as the cut on my forehead becomes bigger making me blood more...

Zoey1: my rival still has something left as her headbutt connects with my nose 3 times and i stumble backwards holding my nose, UUURGRHH BITCH, the fans cheering loudly, my face bloody

LipstickPatti: I step toward you and bend over while I slip my right arm between your legs.. And my left hand grab your arm.. I try to lift you over my shoulders... Both of our faces are a mask of blood... I stagger a bit.. At least i'm pretty tired... Then I do another primal scream and try to make you drop toward me as I fall on my back while I lift my right foot up looking to make it connecting with your face if I can  " style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); font-size: 1rem;">

Zoey1: my rival showing off her strength, the crowd amazed as she performs a great move on me by putting me on her shoulders and dropping down and kicking me in the face, she didn't get all the move but enough to send me down to the canvas on my back, the ring rattling and shaking on impact

LipstickPatti: as i drop you down i try to hit your face with my barefoot but i'm not that flexible and i'm so tired so i drop down with you on my back, my foot hits your shoulder instead. You land on your back, Marvin and Jack yells at me to pin you...i slowly get onto all fours and cover you for the pin..hooking your left leg high again.....i'm so tired...the ref drops onto the mat slapping his hand ONEEEEEE... 

Zoey1: my rival hooking my leg as the referee comes down quickly to administer a count ONE ahhh, TWO ahh, i attempt to get a shoulder up just before the 3 count, both of us feeling tired with the exersion of this tough hard fought fight

LipstickPatti: the ref slaps his hand once..twice....my fans screams all together ONEE...TWOOO....but before 3 you lift your shoulder up..making my big body bouncing off you....ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...i scream in frustration slamming my hands onto the mat ....then move my hands on my hair all dirty of my own blood and pull them behind my head....slowly putting one foot onto the mat...i grab your hair again and try to force you up looking to plant your head between my legs...

Zoey1: i manage to summon the energy to get my shoulder up before the 3 count, the crowd thought you were getting the win, my rival showing her frustration, my hair grabbed, tiny strands of blonde hair falling on to the blue canvas, as my head is planted between your legs, my hands on the back of your legs, i attempt hard right punches to your right knee out of desperation

LipstickPatti: i'm trying to set you up for a piledriver or a powerbomb....but as i trap your head between my thick flabby thighs you move your hands behind my legs....and aim some punches to my right knee....the first one makes me scream...the second one makes me drops onto one knee letting go your head... 

Zoey1: i manage to get out of that potential power bomb or piledriver move you had planned, as i stand not far from you, i am close to the ropes and i attempt to grab 2 handfuls of your hair and drive my right knee to your face

LipstickPatti: i'm so tired and hurted...my fans and especailly my family trying to support me....GOO PATTI!! C'MON FINISH HER! but you grab two handfuls of my hair...i blink my eyes a bit but your right knee hits my poor face again..BAMHHHHHHHHHH..my head snaps back ...blood spraying everywhere as i land on my back...one leg bent at the knee... 

Zoey1: i have you down on your back, unfortunately i am close to the ropes, i think about aiming a soccer kick to your face, but it wouldn't have the impact i want, so i attempt to get on top of you and grab a handful of your hair with my left hand and aim hard right fists to your jaw, looking down at you with anger, rage and frustration

LipstickPatti: you get on top of me and grab an handful of my hair again...i'm all bloody mess...i look like a ragdoll...Marvin is worried for all the blood i'm losing...my body seems not responding...my arms limp along my body...Jack yells at me MOOOOOOOOOOOMMM...but i'm at your mercy....and you aim some hard fists to my jaw...my head snapping backawrd each time you hit my jaw..blood spraying everywhere...

Zoey1: i get to my feet and shuffle back a few steps, i am close to the turnbuckle, i grab the top ropes and sit on the second turnbuckle, i jump off and attempt to drive my right elbow down on to your face, i am sensing that i have you beaten here, as you're body isn't responding much at all

LipstickPatti: you get on your feet andshuffle back a few steps before to grab the top ropes sitting on the second turnbuckle pad. Marvin yells at me to move away....but i feel too dazed...i lost a lot of blood and i'm not even able to see what's happening since my face and my eyes are covered in blood....crowd roaring as you get read to hit me again...and as you jump off a big OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...echoes in the arena until your right elbow hits my face again....i cover my face with both hands turning to one side in a fetal position....

Zoey1: i roll off you and try to grab your arms trying to drag your body away from the turnbuckles and the ropes, it's an exhausting process as you are a larger woman, i lay across you and try to hook your leg in a pinning attempt as the referee quickly gets down to start a count, ONE ahhh as he thumps the canvas

LipstickPatti: you roll off me and grab my arms dragging my big fat body away from the turnbuckle and the ropes....it looks like i'm done and you lay across me hooking one leg of mine in a classic leg hoook pin. your fans feeling so excited to see the young hote blonde wrestler on top of the old fat one....the ref drops onto the mat....my barefoot up in the air....the rf checks my shoulders and slaps ONEEEEEE...

Zoey1: i try to grab your leg tighter as the referee slaps down to the canvas for a second time TWOOOO aahhhh, the crowd standing on their feet, i am absolutely exhausted, i just realised my rival is barefoot and i never once attempted to stamp on her feet, never mind

LipstickPatti: you pull my leg tighter lifting it so up that i feel my own swimsuit pulling tight against my crotch area ....the ref slaps his hand again TWOOOO....your fans couning along with him as they get on their feet wondering if you will be able to keep me pinned for the last second....my son Jack screaming at me ...KICKKK OUUUUTT KICKKK OOOOOOUTTT....

Zoey1: the referee counts THREE aahhh, the count seems to take forever, desperately trying to keep you down and praying you don't kick out as i roll off to the side laying beside you, mentally and physically drained, exhausted and spent, barely any energy, my face and white suit covered with blood and dried in blood, hair matted with blood, i start to shed some tears, my emotions all over the place as i manage to win the Hardcore title, the referee on one knee beside me raising my hand in the air, the crowd cheering

LipstickPatti: the ref slaps THREEEEEEEEEEEEE...i barely hear Jack and Marvin screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...and suddenly the bell ringing...DING DING DING...the speaker yells...YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL AAAAAAAANDDD YOUR NEWW WWE HARDCORE WOMEN'S CHAMPION.....ZOOOOOOOOOEEEYY....your fans cheer you higher now..mine totally silent....the ref lift your arm in the air before to take the belt from the outside...you get up and he gives you the belt as i still onto the mat, totally hurted and bloody mess....

Zoey1: i can barely move as i have to grab the middle rope to help me get to my feet, stumbling onto the ropes back first, arms across the top ropes, the referee gives me the title belt and raises my hand in the air, pointing at me, the crowd cheer and applaud, i don't know what to do, whether to celebrate a lot or to keep my celebrations muted, out of respect for my opponent, i decide on the later, just waving to the crowd before looking down at you, the ref putting the belt around my waist, i fold over grabbing your hand and arm trying to haul you to your feet

LipstickPatti: the ref lifts your hand in victory as all the crowd take pics of you showing off your new title belt. you celberate with your fans while the ref kneel down to me the check my healthy status..i nod at him signaling i'm fine....then he helps you to wear your title belt aorund you waist before you fold over grabbing my arm....you haul me up to my feet but i'm too dazed and hurted and can't keep myself up and drop down on my knees again...not able to stay up...a couple of refs help me youside the ring....walking me in the locker room while you keep celebrating... 

Zoey1: i wanted to check on my rival and see how she is, i wanted to thank her for a great match and raise her hand and give her the cheer and applause she deserves, but she drops to her knees, not able to stay on her feet as the referees help her to the locker room, i am a bloody mess, i am exhausted mentally and physically, i know i won't forget this match in a hurry, i don't have the energy to celebrate much, i start to get emotional and thank the crowd by waving to all 4 sides of the ring before rolling out under the bottom rope and back to the locker rooms, a ref checking on me