Write me this story based on the template. Make it as long as you can. I am in a wrestling match with my co worker named Aundria. She’s five foot three and 160 pounds. Her famous finishing move is the stinkface. She has wide hips and is able to fully smot

The gymnasium was filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement as the crowd gathered for the lunchtime wrestling match. I faced off against my co-worker, Aundria, who had recently made a name for herself as one of the most entertaining—if not fearsome—competitors in our local wrestling league. Standing at five foot three and weighing 160 pounds, Aundria was far more powerful than her petite frame suggested. With her striking blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and a confident smirk adorning her lips, she looked ready to take on the world. I had heard about her infamous finishing move, the stinkface, which involved smothering her opponents with her wide hips. I was confident that I could take her on; after all, I had some training under my belt and was sure of my skills. However, what I didn’t know was how tenacious and unpredictable Aundria truly was. From the moment the bell rang, I was on the defensive. I attempted to grapple her, but Aundria was surprisingly quick on her feet, dodging my initial moves like a seasoned pro. Her petite stature belied a well-honed agility. With a twinkle in her eye, she darted around me, taunting, “You think you can take me down handily? Think again!” The crowd erupted in laughter, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as embarrassment washed over me. I pressed on, trying to execute my strategies, aiming for a solid takedown. Just as I approached her for another attempt, Aundria sidestepped and grabbed me by the waist, leveraging her strength to push me back into the corner of the ring, right against the turnbuckle. My back hit the padded corner, and I realized too late how vulnerable I had become. Aundria grinned mischievously, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “Looks like you’re all cornered. Ready for my finishing move?” Before I could react, she lunged towards me, trapping me as I slumped down to a seated position, the crowd roaring with excitement. Then, it happened. I felt her wide hips press against my face as she expertly maneuvered herself into position. The humiliation of being smothered was overwhelming—her weight was crushing, and I was disoriented. “How’s this for a little taste of defeat?” she taunted, her voice dripping with playful mockery. The audience cheered her on as I struggled beneath her, trapped and completely at her mercy. My instincts kicked in, and I squirmed, flailing my arms in a futile attempt to push her away, but Aundria was firmly planted. The laughter from the audience echoed in my ears as I fought against the inevitable, but she had me completely dominated. "You know, I could do this all day," Aundria teased, relishing the moment. "Do you really want to give up? Because I can keep this going forever!" Time seemed to stretch interminably as she held me captive in her finishing move. Each passing second felt like a minute, and I could hear the crowd count down in unison, the anticipation growing with each moment I remained ensnared. Her wide hips practically enveloped my head, leaving me gasping for air and struggling to maintain composure. Each wave of laughter from the crowd felt like daggers, intensifying my humiliation as Aundria indulged in her victory lap. “Just tap out already! Come on, it’s only going to get worse from here!” she egged me on, twisting the knife of embarrassment deeper with her taunts. I could barely manage a muffled protest, my face hidden from view as my oxygen supply dwindled. Finally, as I felt the urge to submit grow impossible to ignore, the pressure and humiliation became too much. I was left with no choice; I tapped out. Aundria released her hold, rising triumphantly to her feet, a victorious smirk wide on her face. The crowd erupted into applause and cheering, and even though I was humiliated, I couldn't help but appreciate the theatricality of it all. “And that’s how you do it, folks!” Aundria cried, basking in her glory, the spotlight shining on her as if she were a champion of the ring. I couldn't help but admire her confidence and prowess, even in defeat. She had proven herself to be a fierce competitor. As I caught my breath, an overwhelming mix of admiration and embarrassment washed over me. It wasn’t just a wrestling match; it was an experience that would linger in my memory, a lesson in humility and respect for the unwavering spirit of my co-worker. One thing was for sure: I would definitely be training harder for our next match.