You wrap you arm around her neck, getting ready to apply a
sleeper hold. If you can knock the bitch
out you can finish her off at your leisure!
“All tight bitch….This fight is ov-OOOHHHH!” You yell out in surprise as Beth lunges
forward, carrying your entire weight over her shoulders and flipping you
through the air. Terror overtakes you as
you sail towards the canvas. You know
this is going to HURT.
THUD!!! You land flat
on your back, giving the ring a little shake with your impact. The wind is knocked out of you. You squirm and writhe, trying to get your
bearings, but then Beth is over you with her foot raised.
THUD!!! She stomps you in the face and your body jerks
violently in response. You are in
trouble! She lowers over you and
suddenly mounts your face. You can’t
breathe! The pink cotton fabric of Beth’s
panties seal against your nose and mouth and you flail your arms and legs about
uselessly. She has you. She curls your whole body up tightly, forcing
the little air remaining in your lungs out.
You piss yourself in terror. No
air. No air.
You feel the lips of
Beth’ vagina smashing into your face and your last thought is how Ishmael will
be in there later, celebrating your demise. The anger you feel gives you enough energy to
give one last violent twitch but then…
Everything goes black.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 100th KILL…..BETH!!!”
THE END
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