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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:46 pm
Oh god, her boobs were killing her. She wouldn't doubt it if she had breast cancer now. Justin, that douche. Speaking of which, by the time she knew it, he was already on top with her leg hooked for a pin!
One!
Two!
Thr-!
BAM! Dallas managed to kick out just as the ref was about to slap the canvas in a three count. Holy s**t, too damn close for comfort. "Close...but...no cigar," she muttered at Justin, her lips curling up slightly in a smirk.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 11:02 pm
Justin sat up as Dallas managed to get the shoulder up. Frustration came upon his face. She just kicked out of the boobuster.. how the ********? First time Justin used that, and clearly, it wasn't no finisher. He ran his hand through his hair and then Dallas spoke. Oh, what a cocky b***h. Justin would turn around to face her while she was still on her back, pin her hands and arms done, and land another kiss! Except, a longer one. One that he hoped would keep her distracted for a 3 count!
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2011 11:18 pm
She made an attempted to sit up least, but before she could, Justin was at it again! He pinned her arms down and then...Oh not again! Jesus Christ, he has stolen one to many kisses for her liking. While this lip lock was going on, the ref spotted both of Dallas' shoulders down on the mat and did was he was there for.
One!...
Holy s**t! No, no, this can't end this way! Dallas pressed up against Justin in hopes to push him off her, but it'll probably be no use, he was too heavy to move. Plus, it didn't help that her limbs trapped underneath his hold.
Two!...
Finally, Dallas did the next thing that came to mind. Hoping and praying that it would work quick enough before the third count, Dallas latched herself on Justin's bottom lip and bit down hard! She wouldn't let go until Justin was off of her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:26 am
Yes! This was great for Justin more ways than one! He was getting ready to win while getting a nice long kiss with Dallas! And s**t! Before you knew it, Dallas was pressing up against Justin! ... This match was getting hot. It was- ah mother ********, Dallas totally ruined the heat. At about two and a half, maybe a millisecond before three, Dallas bit Justin's lip! Really ******** hard! This caused Justin to instantly go of Dallas' arms, which would allow her to get her shoulders up. The ref would see this, and barely stop his hand from slapping the mat!
Justin mumbled as Dallas was biting his lip! Justin would look to grab her boobs, SCORE? once more to get her to let go of his lip and then quickly back the hell off again! Once he were to get some distance, he would lay back on the canvas with his hand covering his mouth in pain, blood was dripping down from his lip but he tried to hide it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:40 am
Dallas was loving every second of this! Her shoulders lifted up from the mat just in time. Thank Jesus! Dallas still kept her hold on his lip, grinning as he cursed at her. But of course, he had to ruin the fun.
She felt his hands on her rack and quickly let go of his lip. They were still sore for ******** sakes! He backed away from her and covered his mouth. What? Did she make him bleed? "What's wrong? Too kinky for you?" she cooed at him mockingly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:51 am
Justin could feel the blood dripping onto his hand which was covering it from being seen. He sat up and looked over at Dallas with an angry yet calm look. Seriously, what a b***h! The nerve! Justin used his wristband to rub the blood that was currently on his lip off, and wiped whatever was on his hand onto his pants. Even after he wiped his lip, some blood could still be seen. And sadly for Justin, his wristbands were white and now stained.
"Tch! Not even!" Justin jumped to his feet, and guessed Dallas would do the same. He would then charge at her, and attempt a rocking lariat of frustration!
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:16 am
Aha, so she did make him bleed. Dallas arched her eyebrow as she eyed his stained wristbands. "Serves you right, she muttered. Suddenly, he leaped to his feet, alerting her to do the same. Oh s**t! Here he came, charging right at her! She tried to dodge out of the way with no success. Dallas crashed down hard on the canvas.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 1:49 am
Falling with the lariat, Justin laid Dallas out and dropped to his knees. He began to take heavy breathers. He had taken lots in this match, and was running low on fuel. He looked at the fallen Dallas. She was in perfect position for another kiss.. NO WAY. His lip was already bleeding. Speaking of which, he wiped it once more with his wristband.
Justin then looked to roll Dallas onto his stomach, and would go to spank her a** again. Then look to apply a Fujiwara(sp?) Armbar! This was like, one of two submissions holds that Justin knew, and he wasn't very good with them so he could only hope that it would work.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 2:12 am
s**t wasn't going Dallas' way, and she didn't like it one bit. She felt herself be rolled over onto her stomach and have her a** spanked yet again. Just as she was about to yell out to Justin, she was locked in one hell of an armbar. A Fujiwara armbar to be exact! Dallas cried out in pain and burying her face against the canvas to keep herself from crying out anymore. No way in hell was she tapping out...especially to Justin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:44 pm
Justin kept on wrenching Dallas' arm, a smile coming upon his face. He was enjoying this so much! What was she to do in this situation? He had her face in the canvas, arm wrenched backwards, and this was all being done by a man that was 101 pounds heavier than her. "Well, what you going to Dallas? Hah! You might as well just tap out! Give me the win, and then we can head back to my place. How does that sound?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:09 pm
Oh god, the pain was terrible. Plus, Justin running his mouth didn't make things any better. <********> she said through gritted teeth. There was no possible way to get out of this, until she out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the ropes, a lot closer than what she thought. With her free arm, she reached out in hopes to grab at the bottom rope, thought it was rather difficult with this giant lummox on top of her. But it seemed lady luck was by her side. Her finger tips grazed at the rope, then managed to wrap around it. Finally!
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:42 am
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
The ref began his count on Justin as Dallas grabbed the ropes. Once the ref got to four, Justin let go and got to his feet, and back off due to the ref. Once the ref was ready to shut the hell up, Justin would for Dallas to start getting to her knees and then run over and slap her a** again! "Come on! Get to your damn feet!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:58 am
Dallas clutched at her arm as Justin let go, groaning in pain as she did so. Moving to get onto her knees, she yelped as she felt her a** being smacked again! Geez, Justin really had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Grabbing onto the ropes with her other arm, she pulled herself up to her feet while the arm that was locked in the armbar hung limp at her side. Let's just hope the pain would do away soon and not make her lose her focus.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:04 pm
Near the ropes? On her feet? This was a perfect set up for a move that Justin couldn't think of! You're damn straight! Justin had no idea what to do. Not a clue. He could knock her the ******** out and rape pin her, but where's the fun in that? Justin was here to teach this rookie a lesson, he had to remember. Even more, he was also testing to see if she had what it took to be a champ. He couldn't take from her that she was a good competitor.
But wait! Justin then, Justin got an idea. He would go to slap her across the face, b***h PLEASE, and then try to get her arms tangled and trapped with the ropes! This would perfectly allow him to hurt her as he pleased!
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 1:01 am
Dallas had a total brain fart at that moment. Apparently, the pain in her arm was more important than Justin. Actually...pretty much anything was more important to her than Justin. She stood there, clutching her arm in attempts to soothe the ache away when out of no where, here he comes and slaps her across the face!
Oh no...oh hell no. When he tried to do god knows what with her arms, she took the opportunity to attempt to drive her knee up into his abdomen. She should have aimed for the baby makers, but that was good enough too if it hit.
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