You slowly circle your victim, trying to figure out how you
want to finish her. The crowd is
chanting your name.
“HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY!” You bask in the glory of it all for a few
seconds and make a big show of making a slight adjustment to the waistband of your panties as you begin
another rotation around your foe. You notice Ishmael standing up in front of his
ringside chair and you turn to face him, showing him your bulging breasts, our battle
hardened nipples.
You part your lips
ever so slightly and begin to run your tongue across your top lip seductively,
and then Beth reaches up between your legs and yanks down with a SAVAGE crotch
rake.
“AIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!”
You shriek in BLINDING AGONY and crumple to the canvas, immediately
curling up and protecting your mangled vagina.
The pain is unbearable. You
completely forget you are fighting for your life as you squirm and moan on the
canvas, and then Beth’s foot slams into the side of your head.
THUD!!!
Panic sets in. She is
going to kill you. You manage to get
into a hands and knees position and begin to scramble towards the ropes, but
Beth nails you from behind with a doggy style cunt punt that tosses your pelvis
into the air.
PLUD!!!
The pan is so intense you immediately puke. Beth’s full weight slams into your back. She has her hands on the side of your face.
CRACK!
Beth straddles the back of her dead opponent for a few moments,
her breasts heaving up and down. Harmony’s
head lies grotesquely skewed to the side, almost severed from the twisted
broken neck. At last Beth stands and
places a foot on Harmony’s head, raising her arms in victory.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER 100th KILL….BETH!!!”
THE END
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