“YES!” You yell out
emphatically. Beth curls her lips with
contempt. Your nipples are hard with the
excitement of impending battle. You
press the mound of your crotch hard against your opponent’s, which gives you a
slight tingle of sexual energy and shows Beth you are not afraid of her. She pushes her body hard against yours in
defiance, increasing the intensity of her sneer.
“I’m going to make you wish you were never born before I end
you slut.” You hiss at the blonde
blue-eyed fighter in front of you. In
true Beth form, she says nothing in response.
She just continues to glare at you.
You think of all the times she has left you unconscious on
your back and took off with your man and it fills you with rage. If you could, you would rip the bitch’s smug face
off right now, but it would be a violation of Poison Lair protocol, and you are
well aware how that will end up. If you
are going to do this you have to do it right.
“Return to your corners.
When the bell rings……..FIGHT!”
The Executioner instructs. As
soon as the two of you begin to return to your corners, the mysterious masked
woman exits the ring and disappears into the inky darkness surrounding the
brightly lit fighting area. You can’t
see the spectators, but you know they are out there, anxious to see blood. You relax against your turnbuckle. Your heart is beating heavily with a mixture
of excitement, fear and determination. From across the ring, Beth simply stares
at you calmly her piercing gaze betraying neither fear nor excitement. Just a steady shark like confidence that you
can’t help but be slightly unnerved by.
The tension in the packed arena mounts. An eerie silence has fallen over the
bloodthirsty crowd as everyone anxiously waits for the bell to ring. Your heart pounds in your chest.
Any time now.
Any time now.
DING!
DING! DING!
The fight is on! As you step out of your corner you can't help taunting your opponent.
"ARE YOU READY TO DIE BITCH?" Beth offers no response.
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