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 Hazelwins: "Yeah Glo" by Glo Rilla blares over the speakers as the lights change in the arena and focus on the wrestling ring "Introducing first at 5'3 124lbs.... its HAAZEL!" and I come out as soon as the hook drops, sliding out hip-first to the beat with my tongue out, popping my ass as I move down the aisle... wearing an intimidating black and pink strappy bikini with a tiny jacket, my hair braided down my back.... I bounce up the ring steps and throw my leg through the ropes, shaking my ass a little before passing into the ring... crossing my arms, smirking and shake my head to whip my braids around to the back... heading to my corner and leaning back, watching the entrance for you...

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 Pinky_Orange: I’m sitting in the locker room, listening to your entrance music, warming up, and slowly making my way out. I stand behind the curtain and watch you step into the ring. I don’t know you, but you seem very confident. Then silence—my music starts playing: “Burn MF” by Five Finger Death Punch. I leap out, raise my arms, wave; strobe lights flash and accompany me on my way to the ring. “From Germany, 5’2” and 135 lbs, 22 years old… PINKY ORANGE… reigning WWE champion.” I step through the ropes, glance briefly at you, and head to my corner.

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 Hazelwins: I move to the middle, eyeing you up and down and smirking "This shouldnt take long" I say as I cross my arms and strike a pose... waiting for you to join me and I say to you "They said WWE champion.... they forgot the jobber part!" I say through a cocky smile

 Pinky_Orange: I walk toward you, slowly, almost dancing, see your smirk, and hold my belt out in front of me so everyone can see it. “You can make that announcement at your next fight, when the belt belongs to you,” I growl at you, take off the belt, and hand it to the referee. I raise my arms and wait for the bell.

Hazelwins: "This match is for ONE FALL and the loser will be the WWE Jobber Champion!" the ref says as the belt is taken away and I shake my head "Seriously? A title match huh?" I say blowing it off as the bell rings and I try to rush you before you are too far from the corner and I try to smear your face with a big boot kick!

 Pinky_Orange: The bell rings and you rush toward me; I step back slightly, your foot swings up, and I dodge slightly to the side so your kick misses. I pull my leg back and try to kick you in the ribs with a side kick as you stumble past me. “Not so fast, my black pearl,” I hiss at you and turn back to face you.

 Hazelwins: UGGGN I take the kick to my side and lurch forward, turning around I try to not waste any time and I throw myself into you again, hoping you wont be expecting the fast turn around as I grit through the pain and try to clotheslinje you in the throat!

Pinky_Orange: I land a solid blow right in your ribs and grin with satisfaction, quickly turning toward you to see you charging blindly at me, arm outstretched for a clothesline. I crouch down and try to take you down with a sweep. I roll quickly to the side and jump back to my feet. “Come on, give it your all—show me what you’ve got.”

Hazelwins: UFFF! I flip forward down onto my chest and the air is knocked out of me for a moment as I scramble to get my hands down on the mat to try and push myself back up, shaking my head!

Pinky_Orange: I sweep your legs out from under you, and you land on your fat butt with a loud scream. “If you keep this up, the belt’s yours—I’m sure it’ll look great on you.” You roll onto your stomach and get up on all fours. “Wait, my beauty, I’ll help you.” I push off the rope, run toward you, climb onto your back, jump up, and aim to slam my leg into your neck with a leg drop.

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 Hazelwins: Whaaa?! You manage to bounce off me and smash my face into the mat again with a nasty curb stomp, bouncing off the canvas and then laying out face down, dazed and completely caught off guard!

Pinky_Orange: "Ohhhh....what's wrong, was that a little too rough for you? I'm really sorry, but if you really want my belt, I'm afraid I'll have to hurt you a little, it’s nothing personal,” I purr softly to you as I grab your hair firmly and roughly pull you to your feet. I wrap my arm around your shoulder and reach between your legs with my other arm, tense my muscles, and lift you up with a swing, turn your head downward, and slam you onto the mat with a body slam.

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Hazelwins: I go up with you, my head is spinning before you pull my body up and whip it around, I dont have time to even respond before the ring shakes again as I am slammed down into it head first and my body flops down to the canvas...

Pinky_Orange: The ring shakes as you hit the mat, and a murmur ripples through the crowd. I’m sitting next to you and slowly stand up; honestly, I could pin you right now. The referee is already looking at me questioningly, but I shake my head. “No, not yet—that’s way too fast. I had to suffer for this belt, and the belt means pain—a hell of a lot of pain—but she’s learning that right now. " I pull you back into a sitting position by your hair, climb over you, and clamp your head between my thighs, turning you onto your stomach and getting down on my knees, landing a "Devil's Kiss" on you—ten times....the crowd counts aloud: 1..2..3..........10

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 Hazelwins: I am not moving at all, the ref is trying to get a clear view as you roll me over and lock your legs into me and then start bouncing my face off the floor... the first one or two my arms come up but after that my face just hits the mat over and over again, my body not responding at all...

Pinky_Orange: At ten, I stop and roll over to the side, glancing over at you—you’re lying still on your stomach. Is she done already? She sure doesn’t last long. I’m really surprised—I’ve never won or lost this quickly and easily before; she seems to be a worthy jobber champ. “Come on, one more, then I’ll let you sleep, I promise.” I pull you up by your hair again; you stagger clumsily, barely conscious, your arms dangling down. I press your head between my thighs, wrap my arms around your hips, and lift you up. You hang stretched out in front of me, head down, and I drop to my knees, slamming your head onto the mat with a piledriver.

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Hazelwins: My head is spiked into the mat hard, my body having no resistance as it falls limply to the mat and I am laid out on my back, spread eagle and motionless from the devastating slam, the crowd in complete shock and silence....

 Pinky_Orange: I kneel down next to you, take your arms, and place them across your chest, just like the "Undertaker" used to do with his victims. I look up, roll my eyes, and stick out my tongue. The referee drops to his knees and quickly slaps his hand on the mat.... one.... two... and three. "The winner is PINKY ORANGE." I look up, grinning. "Enjoy the belt, sweetie."

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