Your bicep and arm cranking on my neck as your thighs simotaneously rip and crank on my arm. I am in an impossible position so I tap in submission. To my surprise and relief it does not take you long to release those sinfully painful holds. As soon as you do I feel releif. However my arm feels like it has been crushed and ripped off of my body and I suck for air as if it is the first breath I have ever taken. Just as quickly as you released me you start going for another position on me. With the crowd in hysteria it seems to only drive you more to assert yourself and taunt me with defeat. My body once strong and defiant is quickly rolled to my back where you climb on me and rest on my ginger abs. Between the crowd noise and trying to shake the cobwebs from nearly passing out from the choke hold I can barely understand you but then like your disgusting classless pig self you spat on me and rip my head up by my hair. I am half alert and half not but not numb to the pain of my scalp and hair being ripped at. Before I can moan out leather starts smacking and pounding my face. Once more I start fading in and out as I hear roars from the crowd and can tastse the blood from my lips being split open as it runs out over my chin and dripping on my lightly coated wet breasts and white top. My head and body going limp but still being held in place as you leverage my hair. In between seeing stars and blacking out from the continuous pounding of your leathery fists to my face.
I punch your slutty lips until you're a
drooling mess, just like I promised my fans on one of the press conferences I'd leave you. I'm a woman of my word, and I fulfilled my end of the bargain. My fans go wild as I let your hair go and begin to get onto my feet, with my fierce, but ultimately weaker rival, at my feet. Dominated, conquered, and exposed.
I smile, placing my right foot on top of your throat, your pose of preference, applied back on you, flexing sensually for everyone to see. The camera flashes rain down on us, and I can already imagine all the headlines tomorrow, the usual for my fights. "Valeria performs. The champion carries out the procedure." Nothing spectacular. I don't get much from this win. I know the press wanted an upset for the amazing titles, but I leave them with nothing but my glory in the ring.
