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AGW: Miley Cyrus vs Elizabeth Banks

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AGW: Miley Cyrus vs Elizabeth Banks
« on: November 30, 2024, 12:45:04 PM »
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The referee signals for the start of the match.

Miley charges at Elizabeth, trying to take her down with a swift kick to the midsection, but Elizabeth dodges and counters with a powerful clothesline.

Miley, undeterred by the early setback, glares at Elizabeth with pure hatred in her eyes. She's not going to give up that easily. Both women know that this is going to be a brutal, no-holds-barred match, but neither is willing to back down.
Miley charges again, this time going for a spinning kick aimed at Elizabeth's head. Elizabeth manages to block the kick, but Miley follows up with a series of quick jabs to her face, forcing her back. The crowd cheers wildly as the two wrestlers exchange blows, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Miley's combos are relentless, each punch and kick landing with precision and ferocity. Elizabeth is backed into the corner, her body jolting from the impact of each blow. She tries to shield herself from the onslaught, but Miley is relentless, targeting Elizabeth's ribs and kidneys with a series of lightning-fast strikes.
The crowd is on its feet now, cheering Miley on as she dominates her opponent. Elizabeth is looking dazed and exhausted, and Miley can sense her advantage. She goes in for the kill, winding up with a devastating kick to Elizabeth's head.

Miley's kick lands with a sickening thud, sending Elizabeth crashing to the mat.
Miley's eyes flash with triumph as she spits in Elizabeth's face, the ultimate act of disrespect. As Elizabeth's head jerks to the side, Miley takes full advantage, pounding her knuckles into Elizabeth's cheek with vicious force. Elizabeth lets out a low moan of pain as Miley continues her relentless assault, targeting Elizabeth's vulnerable jaw and temple with devastating blows.

The crowd winces with each impact, but Miley shows no mercy. She wants to make sure that Elizabeth never forgets this beating. "Had enough, you bitch?" She snarls, her voice dripping with venom.
 
Elizabeth's taunt ignites Miley's rage like a match to gasoline. She unleashes a torrent of furious punches, each one slamming into Elizabeth's face like a thunderbolt. Elizabeth's head snaps back and forth, her eyes fluttering as she struggles to stay conscious. But she refuses to give Miley the satisfaction of seeing her break.
"Trash, huh?" Miley growls, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll show you trash!" She grabs Elizabeth by the hair and drags her to the center of the ring, her helpless opponent's body flopping like a rag doll.

Elizabeth lies in a heap on the mat, her limbs limp and unmoving, as Miley stalks off to retrieve a table from under the ring. She drags it into the ring, setting it up mere inches from her downed opponent. Miley licks her lips, a sadistic smile spreading across her face. She's not content to simply win the match - she wants to humiliate and destroy Elizabeth completely.

As Miley positions the table, the crowd begins to stir, their excitement building as they anticipate the carnage to come. But Elizabeth remains motionless, her body battered and broken.

Just as Miley rolls Elizabeth onto the table, the beaten woman springs to life, her hands balling into fists as she begins to pummel Miley with wild, desperate swings. Miley, caught off guard, fights back, the two women now engaged in a frantic, sexy battle for dominance.
Elizabeth claws her way to a kneeling position on the table, her hands tangling in Miley's hair as she tries to haul her opponent up. Miley, though stunned, refuses to be outdone, her strong thighs bunching as she tries to push Elizabeth off the table.

For three excruciating minutes, Miley and Elizabeth struggle back and forth, their slick, sweaty bodies sliding against each other as they fight for control. Muscles straining, their grunts and cries of exertion echoing through the arena, the two women are locked in a primal battle for dominance.
Miley manages to drag Elizabeth to the edge of the table, only for Elizabeth to wrench them both back to the center in a sudden, powerful heave. Their lithe, toned bodies entwined as they writhe and roll, locked in a furious embrace.

On the tabletop, Miley and Elizabeth abandon all pretense of civilized combat, devolving into savage, animalistic creatures bent on the destruction of their foe. They lash out with clawing hands, biting teeth, and vicious kicks, raining down brutal punishment on each other's bodies.
Miley slams Elizabeth's head against the unforgiving surface of the table, only for Elizabeth to respond with a savage elbow to Miley's ribs. They roll and tumble, a blur of limbs and flesh, each woman determined to emerge the victor.

As the cameras on the Jumbotron capture the intense struggle between Miley and Elizabeth, their already skimpy attire begins to ride up, revealing more and more of their toned, glistening bodies. The thin fabric of their singlet and one-piece digs deeper into the crevice between their supple ass cheeks, drawing attention to the tantalizing curves.

The crowd, already whipped into a frenzy by the battle taking place on the table, lets out a collective gasp as the women's outfits are pulled even higher, exposing the smooth, taut skin of their thighs.

In a stunning display of sheer determination and willpower, Miley and Elizabeth continue to trade brutal blows, even as their bodies threaten to give out. They sway on their knees, their legs trembling and their faces battered and bruised, but still they persist in their violent dance of destruction.
Finally, Miley manages to land a vicious uppercut to Elizabeth's chin, sending her reeling off one side of the table. In a desperate counterattack, Elizabeth swings her fist into Miley's temple, knocking the blonde beauty off the opposite side.

In the aftermath of their brutal, titanic struggle, Miley and Elizabeth lie motionless on the mat, their bodies broken and battered. Their chests rise and fall with each shallow breath, the only indication that they still cling to life.
Beads of sweat glisten on their skin, The pool around them serves as a grim testament to the savagery of their battle.

With their bodies ravaged and their faces twisted with agony, they struggle to their feet with agonizing slowness. The crowd roars sensing that the battle is far from over.

As Miley manages to haul herself upright, she turns to face her opponent, only to find Elizabeth with her back turned, still struggling to rise.Just as Miley leaps onto the table, the pain of her back injuries sends a shockwave through her body, throwing her off balance. As she staggers and flails, Elizabeth turns around in time to catch her, and In one swift, brutal movement, Elizabeth hurls Miley down, slamming her through the table.

Miley lies unmoving on the shattered remains of the table, unconscious from the brutal powerbomb.

 Elizabeth collapses as well, her body trembling with the effort of the maneuver. But she rallies, dragging herself to Miley and flipping her over. She locks Miley in the Boston Crab, her arms jerking savagely on Miley's legs.

 The ref checks for consciousness, but Miley's hand limply flops back to the mat confirming the inevitable: Miley is out cold.

Elizabeth drops to her knees, her whole body quivering with fatigue as the referee confirms the submission. She can barely stand as the ref holds her arm aloft in victory, but the announcer's voice ringing out over the PA system gives her a momentary surge of euphoria.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by submission… Elizabeth Banks!"

The crowd hoots and hollers as she collapses onto the mat, savoring her hard-fought victory.