With a Herculean effort you begin to stand up, dragging Beth
up with you by her boobs. She screams in
pain.
“TIME TO DIE WHORE!”
You yell, and then she lunges forward and wraps her arms around you
tightly.
“UNGH!” You grunt in
pain, surprised at the amount of strength she has as she constricts your
ribcage with all her might.
“OHHHhhhhhhh!” You moan
in pain as Beth squeezes you. You have
lost your grip on her boobs so you wrap your arms around her back, trying to
inflict the same amount of punishment. Locked
together in a tight bear hug, the two of you stagger around the ring like a couple
drunken slow dancers. The crowd chants.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
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