You see me standing there in the ring, lean and muscular, ready to wrestle. You're jealous of my youth and confidence. You don't like my cocky attitude, and you plan to wipe that sneer off my face. It's time to teach this kid a lesson, you think. But hey, guess what? I got you now. Surprised at how easy I scooped you up? You like being paraded around the ring like this, like you're my bitch? I bet you don't. That's my hand squeezing your ass, just to add to the humiliation. Your back is about to hit the mat hard, but you better get used to it. I'm going to do it again and again. By the time this match is over, you'll be calling me sir.
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