You lift a knee up into her crotch with as much force as is
possible in your current bear hug.
PLUD!!!
The blow is weak but she grunts in pain and relaxes against
your body. You take a couple deep
breaths and get ready to administer another blow, but she gets a knee up into
your crotch.
PLUD!!!
“GLURP!!!” You spit a little fresh blood as your feet
briefly leave the canvas. You are HURT.
“Oooohhhhh..” You gurgle into Beth’s sweaty shoulder. She gives you another knee to the crotch.
PLUD!!!
This time as you are tossed into the air from the blow she
clinches her arms around your waist TIGHT, keeping you suspended off the canvas
in her iron grip. She is squeezing the
life out of you.
“OOOOOHhhhhhhh…” You let out a long tortured moan. She begins to walk you towards the
corner. You try to grab her panties or
her hair, but are too weak to do much.
Your back hits the turnbuckle.
THUD!!!
You spray blood as you hit.
She quickly mounts you. The last
thing you see is her fist poised over your face.
THUD!!!
THUD!
THUD! THUD!
The lights go out.
Finally, Beth stops drilling Harmony in the bloody pulp that
was once her face. Blood drips off the
knuckles of her right fist as she looks out into the darkness surrounding the
ring, where the frenzied spectators are chanting her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
She remains mounted over her dead and bloody victim for a
few moments, her hardened nipples protruding out like lethal torpedoes, then
finally she climbs down off the turnbuckle. She grabs Harmon’s head and gives
her a little tug. The raven haired
girl’s limp body topples face first off the ropes and splatters on the
canvas.
PLUD!!! The ring gives a little shake from the impact of
Harmony’s dead weight face planting to the ground. Beth swiftly places a foot on the back of her
victim and raises her arms, showing the cheering spectators (and Ishmael) her
muscles.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER
OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 100th KILL…BETH!!!”
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