"Okay Izzy, I've got shit to do, other bitches to destroy, so let's get to the finale, shall we?" I deprive you of the rest of your finger bang and force your head into the mat hard as I stand up off of you. "Hey, someone lift the cage, I think we know who won." As the cage starts to lift, I pick you up and literally hold you like I'm holding a baby, your little legs wrapping around my waist and connect in the small of my back, and your skinny arms held around my neck. Your head lolls back in dizziness as I start to march us up one of the aisles, between the rows of viewers.
"Remember when I said you needed to be breastfed and put down for a nap, Izzy?" Then I suddenly pull your face in tightly into my massive, superior funbags as you still cling to me. The crowd next to us starts cheering wildly. You struggle and jerk, but come on, you're not escaping these tits. You knew they would get you in the end, and well, here we are Izzy. Me, standing tall and still badass, unscathed, and you, being held by me like a bratty little child, face first into my FAR BETTER tits.
Your struggling finally stops, and I give the back of your head one last firm press into my pillows, before letting your head roll back. Your mouth is hanging open with a little spit rolling down the side, your tongue hanging out and your eyes closed, your eyebrows raised in constant surprise. "Pathetic." Still carrying you like a baby, I march over to where Britni is sitting, and dump you into her lap. Your head hits a armrest hard, but you stay knocked out cold. Britni looks up at me in a mixture of shock and anger as I say, "Here you go. Hold onto this little sack of trash as a reminder of what I'll be doing to you next! See you girls at the Mean Girls Mansion!" I then march up the ramp to the locker room, shaking my tits for my fans as they cheer wildly. "Mad-die! Mad-die! Mad-die!"
...Some bitches just have to learn the hard way. Hopefully you learned Izzy.
