We both relise this is a timed poll fight at the mercy fo the voters we both use any energy we have to make this a fight to the finish.
I bring the fistfight to Saii, toe-to-toe, all offense and no defense. Hard knuckles pounded our beautiful faces, breat swaying breasts flattened, hammered hard abs. It is a brutal slow dance. I use my reserves of energyu to pound toy twice for every blow you strike, it si typical of our foght style I risk tiring you risk beign beaten before I tire, nobody can pick the outcovme least of all us .........we can only scream and wail at each other......YOU FUCKING BITCH JUST GO DOWN SLUT FUCK YOU.
People scream to me Pop the bitch’s tits!”
I knock Saii down Get up, bitch, if you can,” I Screm “I want to finish you on our feet.” It is a calculated risk. But it isn’t just about winning. It was about proving who was better. Wanting to knock Saii down as many times as it took, until she couldn’t get up again.
I send a backhanded fist across Saii'sface, twisting her at the waist, she goes down again How many times can you get up, you think?” I taunt.
“Just finish her!” people cheer me,
I know I should try to knock her out with a single headshot, but I have a single-minded goal: destroy her body until she fainted from pain. It is brutal, and beautiful.
We both claw punch, i really hand out the pain to Saii as peopel scream GET THE BITCH, HER FAN EQUALLY ON THEIR FEET. In our next move we rip weach others bikini tops off brutally topless fist fighting, slapping to the finish.
Sensing I might be takign control of this fight my strikes seem to be landing more meaningfully and as Saii's ability to contest the brutal battle slowly appears to be waning the longer it persisted - too much more of this, and the bitch would be done for.
Sweat coats both of us. I suspect your body tensing for yet another brutal knee, and I want to avoid that by any means possible, and in my dazed state, my primal instincts give me one answer I raise my hands up, curling my fingers into claws and raking them viciously at your face, slashing down at your pretty features, hoping the nasty clawing will cause you to cry out and give me some space.
The crowd only fuels our blood and battle lust, their cheers drives and pushes us, step by step, in this fight, to always outdo the other, always one up her, always hurt her more than she's hurting her, and if we keep escalating at this rate it may just be that that crowd will get the violent conclusion it's practically screaming for. Of course, some of the most violent screams and threats haven't come from the crowd, but from us.
The cage brings out the nastiest in me, both for the better and for the worse, as the competitor in me is also paired with the unfeeling, horrific bitch. Those concerns are for another time, though, as I want, no need only one thing,... to make you pass out from pain.
I scream FUCK YOU BITCH AS I POUND YOUR BODY, FACE AQND BREASTS BOTH DERSPERATE FOR THE WIN.
