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? In one corner we have Zendaya, a powerhouse with lightning-fast reflexes. In the other corner, Anya Taylor-Joy, a cunning fighter with a fierce determination. The stage is set, the stakes are high, and the crowd is ready for a fight to remember! Who will come out on top?
Zendaya, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes narrowed to slits, sizes up her opponent. "You're out of your league, Anya. Better leave now before I embarrass you in front of all these people." Anya responds with a smirk and a glare of her own. "Is that the best you got, Zendaya? I'm going to enjoy making you tap out."
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their bodies colliding with a loud crash. They tussle back and forth, their hands pulling at hair, their nails scratching at skin. The crowd goes wild as the two warriors roll across the mat, grappling for dominance. Zendaya manages to pin Anya's arms behind her back, but Anya bucks and thrashes until she breaks free. They both spring to their feet, their chests heaving, their fists clenched.
In a flash, Anya swings her fist with all her might, but Zendaya's lightning-quick reflexes allow her to duck and evade the blow. Seizing the moment, Zendaya unleashes a powerful kick that sends Anya stumbling out of the ring and onto the floor. The crowd gasps in excitement as Anya scrambles to her feet, her face flushed with anger. "You're gonna regret that, Zendaya," she growls. "I'm going to rip you apart."
Zendaya stands tall in the center of the ring, her confidence radiating like a beacon. She gestures for Anya to rejoin the fight with a cocky smirk. "Come on, Anya. Show me what you're made of. Or are you too scared to face me?" Anya's eyes burn with fury as she slides back into the ring. "You're the one who should be scared, Zendaya. I'm going to put you in your place once and for all."
The warriors collide once more in a show of strength and determination. They grapple each other in a fierce collar and elbow tie-up, each trying to gain the upper hand. Their muscles tense and strain as they struggle for dominance. Anya grunts and pushes, while Zendaya growls and resists. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two fighters test each other's limits. Suddenly, Zendaya breaks free and delivers a powerful knee strike to Anya's midsection, causing her to double over in pain.
Zendaya wastes no time, dropping to her knees with lightning speed. With a fierce grin, she rears back her hand and delivers a stinging slap across Anya's face. The sound echoes throughout the arena as Anya's head snaps to the side. Spittle flies from her mouth as she staggers back, her cheek burning with the sting of Zendaya's blow. "You'll pay for that," she snarls, her eyes narrowing in rage. Zendaya just laughs and wipes her hand on her bikini, savoring the look of fury on Anya's face.
The next ten minutes are a whirlwind of brutal fighting as Zendaya and Anya battle each other in every corner of the ring. They roll and thrash, punch and kick, their bodies colliding with bone-shaking force. The crowd is in a frenzy as they scream and cheer, urging the fighters on. Zendaya lands a series of punches to Anya's stomach, causing her to gasp for air. Anya responds with a knee to Zendaya's jaw, stunning her and sending her reeling. Back and forth they go, neither willing to give up or back down.
The spectators are mesmerized by the raw violence and the undeniable eroticism of the match. They lean forward in their seats, their eyes glued to the ring as they take in every punch, every kick, every hair-pulling tug. They cheer and gasp in equal measure as Zendaya and Anya trade blows, their bodies entwined in a savage dance of destruction. The crowd is alive with excitement, their energy pulsing through the arena like a raging fire. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and the sound of grunts and groans as the two women fight with everything they have.
Anya seizes her opportunity, cornering Zendaya in the turnbuckle. She wraps her arms around Zendaya's waist and presses her body against hers, her hips grinding into Zendaya's. Zendaya gasps in surprise as Anya's lips brush against her ear. "You like that, don't you?" Anya whispers. "You can't resist me." Zendaya struggles against Anya's hold, her heart pounding in her chest. But Anya only presses closer, her fingers digging into Zendaya's flesh.
Zendaya writhes and fights against Anya's grasp, her skin stinging from the sharp nails that dig into her back. Anya's tongue flicks out, tracing a wet line along Zendaya's neck. Zendaya lets out a low moan, her body betraying her as Anya's advances send shivers of pleasure coursing through her. But Zendaya's survival instinct kicks in, and she uses her elbows to push Anya away. With a final burst of strength, she breaks free of the corner, stumbling backward as she tries to catch her breath.
Anya lunges at Zendaya, her arms outstretched to grab hold of her prey. But Zendaya is ready. She side-steps the attack and wraps her arms around Anya's waist, lifting her off the ground with a roar of exertion. The crowd erupts in cheers as Zendaya charges forward and slams Anya into the mat with a sidewalk slam. The impact reverberates through the arena, and Anya gasps for air, her body limp from the force of the blow. Zendaya stands over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving as she pants with exertion.
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Zendaya's voice is low and dangerous as she towers over Anya's prone body. "You like to dish it out, huh?" she growls, her eyes flashing with rage. "Let's see how you like it when I kick your ass into next week!" Without hesitation, she unleashes a brutal barrage of kicks to Anya's ribs, each one punctuated by a satisfying thud. Anya groans and writhes on the mat, her hands flailing as she tries to shield herself from Zendaya's fury.
With a triumphant laugh, Zendaya straddles Anya's back, pressing her weight down on the fallen fighter. She yanks up on Anya's bikini bottoms, giving her a painful wedgie that makes Anya cry out in pain. Zendaya's teeth gleam as she leans down and sinks them into Anya's exposed ass cheeks, biting down with savage force. Anya thrashes and struggles, but Zendaya holds her down, her teeth leaving behind angry red marks on Anya's pale skin. "How's that feel, huh?" Zendaya taunts.
Anya, her face contorted with rage and pain, spews forth a stream of profanity-laden insults that would make a sailor blush. "Fuck you, you stupid bitch!" she snarls. "You're nothing but a pathetic, worthless whore!" Zendaya laughs, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Aw, are you mad, Anya?" she coos mockingly. "You sound like a toddler having a temper tantrum. Why don't you try fighting me instead of crying like a baby?"
Zendaya's teeth sink into Anya's flesh again, drawing a pained whimper from her opponent. But then, instead of biting down harder, Zendaya begins to suck on Anya's ass cheeks, her lips making loud smacking sounds as she savors the taste of Anya's skin. Anya squirms underneath Zendaya, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. "You're sick!" she hisses. "You're nothing but a perverted freak!" Zendaya just laughs and slaps Anya's ass, leaving behind a bright red handprint.
Zendaya grins wickedly as she raises her hand and brings it down in a series of rapid-fire slaps, beating Anya's ass like a pair of bongos. "How's that for a percussion solo?" she quips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Anya groans in frustration, her fists clenching and unclenching as she tries to endure the humiliating onslaught. But Zendaya is relentless, her hands raining down on Anya's ass with a rhythmic, almost hypnotic intensity. The crowd cheers and jeers, their energy fueling Zendaya's assault.
As Zendaya revels in her victory, a faint thud breaks through the din of the crowd. Unnoticed by Zendaya, a small nerf football bounces harmlessly onto the mat, coming to rest near Anya's prone body. Anya, still smarting from her humiliation, sees an opportunity. She tucks the nerf ball beneath her body, feigning unconsciousness as she waits for the perfect moment to strike. The crowd's cheers continue to ring out, the noise providing the perfect cover for Anya's plan.
Zendaya, thinking the match is won, reaches down to drag Anya to her feet. But Anya, her hand gripping the nerf ball, swings it with all her might, aiming for Zendaya's head. Zendaya, lightning-quick, deflects the blow with a quick swipe of her hand. "Tsk tsk, Anya," she chastises. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to be a good sport?" Anya, undeterred, sees her opening and seizes it.
Anya's kick lands squarely on Zendaya's knee, sending the once-triumphant fighter crashing to the mat. Zendaya gasps in pain, her hands gripping her injured leg as she collapses to her knees. Anya, her face contorted with fury, delivers two swift kicks to Zendaya's bikini-clad breasts, the force of the blows sending Zendaya sprawling onto her back. The crowd is stunned into silence as Anya stands over Zendaya, her foot pressed against Zendaya's throat as she glares down at her.
With a cold, calculated fury, Anya stomps down on Zendaya's neck, the sound of cartilage crunching under her foot sending a chill through the air. She leans down, grabbing Zendaya by the throat and squeezing with all her might, her nails digging into Zendaya's skin. Zendaya gasps for air, her body convulsing as she fights for survival. Her legs kick and thrash, her long, toned muscles straining against Anya's chokehold. But Zendaya's stubbornness and pride refuse to allow her to submit.
Anya releases her grip on Zendaya's neck, but the fight is far from over. With a sinister smile, she grabs the waistband of Zendaya's bikini bottoms and yanks them down to her ankles, exposing her bare ass to the crowd. Anya then takes the nerf ball, which had fallen to the mat during the struggle, and shoves it deep into Zendaya's ass, a cruel and humiliating violation. Zendaya's eyes widen in shock and rage, her face red with embarrassment as she realizes the depths to which Anya is willing to stoop.
Anya's foot comes down hard, again and again, on the nerf ball wedged deep in Zendaya's ass. With each stomp, Zendaya's body jerks and twitches, the pain shooting through her like electricity. The crowd is silent, their shock and horror palpable as they watch Anya's ruthless display of dominance. Zendaya's teeth are gritted, her lips drawn back in a snarl as she glares up at Anya, her pride and defiance refusing to let her give in.
With a final, savage kick, Anya dislodges the nerf ball from Zendaya's ass. She grabs the saliva-soaked ball, now covered in a mixture of sweat and dirt, and shoves it into Zendaya's mouth. Zendaya gags and retches, her eyes watering as she fights to keep the ball from choking her. Anya grins triumphantly, her own body gleaming with sweat and exertion. "Swallow it, bitch," she hisses.
Anya's hand clamps down on the nerf ball, making sure it stays lodged deep in Zendaya's mouth. With her other hand, she slides her fingers into Zendaya's wet, pulsing sex, thrusting them in and out with brutal efficiency. Zendaya's body trembles and bucks, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her as Anya's fingers probe deeper. Anya's face is a mask of pure malice as she violates Zendaya's body, her own arousal growing with every thrust.
Zendaya's climax is violent and uncontrollable, her body wracked with spasms as her muscles tense and release. Her knee flies up and strikes Anya's temple, the unexpected blow sending the other woman crashing to the mat, unconscious. The crowd erupts in a frenzy of confusion and excitement, unsure of what just happened or who has won. The ref, his eyes wide with shock, rushes to check on both fighters, only to find them both lying motionless on the mat, the Nerf ball still lodged in Zendaya's mouth.
The crowd's cheers and screams continue unabated, the energy in the arena electric as they wait for one of the fighters to stir. But the seconds tick by, and neither Zendaya nor Anya show any signs of waking. Zendaya's cum, glistening in the bright lights, seems to mock their efforts, a testament to the intensity of their struggle. Finally, the ref raises both fighters' arms, and they both fall limply to the mat. It's a double KO, the first in the history of the ring.
Suddenly, the ref's eyes widen as he remembers the rules of the match. There must be a pin or a submission for a victory to be declared. He springs into action, checking on each fighter in turn. Just as he is about to call for a draw, he notices Anya stirring, her body trembling as she fights to regain consciousness. She begins to crawl, her movements slow and unsteady, her eyes still closed. Zendaya remains motionless, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
Anya crawls onto Zendaya's prone form, her hands searching for a grip. She finds Zendaya's legs and hooks them, pinning them down as she lays across her body. The ref drops to the mat, his eyes on the two fighters as he starts the count. "One!" he shouts. "Two!" he continues. But just as he is about to count to three, Zendaya's body surges to life. Her arm wraps around Anya's elbow, her legs locking around Anya's neck as she twists into an armbar.
Anya's body thrashes and jerks as she tries to escape Zendaya's deadly grip. Her screams echo through the arena, her voice raw with agony as she fights against the hold. Zendaya tightens her grip, her eyes burning with determination as she ignores the pained cries of her opponent. Anya's fingers claw at the mat, searching for any leverage that might help her break free. But Zendaya's legs are like iron, her body coiled around Anya's arm like a python.
Anya grits her teeth and pulls with all her remaining strength, dragging herself and Zendaya across the mat. Zendaya's legs remain locked in place, her arm bar unrelenting. "I'm gonna snap your arm in two," Zendaya growls, her voice husky with exertion. "And I'm gonna cum while I do it. You're gonna feel my orgasm as I break you." Anya screams again, the threat only spurring her on as she inches closer to the ropes.
Anya's body is a twisted mess of sweat, pain, and desperation, but still she refuses to give in. Her fingers claw at the air, stretching to reach the ropes. Zendaya's eyes narrow as she realizes her own hold is slipping, her legs straining against Anya's strength. Anya reaches out, her hand inches away from the salvation of the ropes. Zendaya's voice is a low hiss. "Don't think you've won," she says. "I'm gonna make you pay for this." Anya ignores her, her fingers brushing against the rope.
Zendaya cranks the hold; Anya’s arm sounds like it is going to break. Anya screams so loud that she instantly scars her throat; It will go on to be so bad that she will be forced into a liquid diet for three days because of her inability to swallow.
She can't hold out anymore; she taps and curls up into a fetal position with her arm buried in her legs and waist. Zendaya stands triumphant as the ref raises her arm. Her grin is almost as wide as her face.
The qualifying matches have ended and four women stand tall:
