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Keeping your fingers locked firmly around your enemy’s throat, you begin to stand up, hauling her up to her feet while continuing to strangle her.  She jerks and twitches but she is weak.  Your loins are electric with excitement as you prepare to finish off your long time enemy. 

 

“READY TO DIE SLUT?!?”  You hiss. Beth’s only response is to gurgle up more blood.  Your adrenaline is racing.  With seemingly no effort you hoist Beth’s full weight up into the air, holding her by the neck with both hands. She weakly wraps her legs around your midsection.  You press your crotch forward into her.  She moans in agony and her arms flop over your shoulders limply.  She is almost finished. You walk across the ring with her flopping her into the turnbuckle, where she hangs like wet laundry.  You secure her arms and legs, and mount her.

 

THUD!!!

 

Her whole body lurches with the first blow.  The crowd is cheering for you.

 

“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!” 

 

You hit her again.  It’s like sinking your fist into a warm ripe melon.  Blood splatters and her limp body gives another lurch under you. 

 

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

 

Finally you get tired of beating the dead blonde’s face into pulp and dismount your kill You have won the fight! 

 

DING! DING! DING!

 

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 39^th KILL….HARMONY!!!” 

 

YOU WON!!!  CONGRATULATIONS!  NOW SEE IF YOU CAN DO IT A DIFFERENT WAY!