http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UaLWp72nij4/S5slLP_bF-I/AAAAAAAADpw/GRLrpLL7_R0/s1600-h/asia-argento-feet-4.jpghttps://www.google.ca/amp/s/www.pinterest.com/amp/pin/271623421251370707/Mira Sorvino vs Asia ArgentoMira was sitting in Asia’s lap. The sexy Italian was propped up in one corner of the wrestling ring, her limp arms resting on the bottom ropes. The American took her time, measuring up her shots, before launching right and left crosses into Argento’s chin. The dazed Asia was in real trouble. Mira’s punches, not overly powerful, but slow and steady rained down on her relentlessly and Argento seemingly could not do anything to stop the rain.
No one could have predicted this tableau prior to the fight. Asia was well known as a scrapper in a wrestling ring, a hellcat who would casually break rules and brutally beat down on her opponents when she got the advantage. Mira was taller, and possibly stronger, but she was also seen as awkward in the ring and too nice to be an effective fighter, she lacked the killer instinct. Or at least that’s what people said.
The early moments of the fight seemed to bear this out. After tying up in the middle of the ring, Asia pulled in Mira close and fired a knee deep into Mira’s cxnt. The devastating blow brought the American to her knees. For the next 10 minutes or so, Asia unleashed a vicious beating on Mira, targeting Sorvino’s cxnt over and over with kicks, stomps and knees
A turning point came when a desperate Mira, seeking relief, rolled herself outside the ring. Asia aggressively chased after the American but Sorvino grabbed a mop from a nearby bucket and swinging as hard as she could snapped the mop handle over Asia’s head, breaking the handle in two.
The brutal blow immediately dropped the Italian to all fours and changed the momentum of the fight. Mira then grabbed Asia by a handful of hair and ran Argento’s head as hard as she could into the ringside steel steps. Asia’s head made a sickening sound as it hit the metal and she crumpled into a limp ball.
Conscious that the ref was in the process of counting them out, Mira moved to roll Asia back into the ring but not before launching a vicious kick into Argento’s pussy. Asia’s cried out before curling into a ball. Her eyebrows arched in pain before she closed her eyes tightly.
“Ha! How do you like getting kicked down there, cxnt?” raged Mira.
Asia didn’t like it at all but there was not much she could do about it.
Grabbing Argento by the hair again, Mira lifted her up to her wobbly legs and rolled her back into the ring. Mira followed suit.
Sorvino then grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up to a seating position. Mira got onto her knees as well and positioned herself in front of Asia and started pounding punches into Argento’s belly. The gut shots came one after another, drilling into Asia’s sexy belly and driving all the air out of her. Asia was too dazed to resist and Mira had free rein to punch away. Finally Mira capped it off with an uppercut that exploded into Asia’s chin and laid her out so she was lying prone on her back.
Mira crawled over her rival and placed her hands over Asia’s belly. Mira then pressed down onto Argento’s tummy – up and down, up and down, pressing down as hard as she could before relenting, then repeating. The effect was kind of like a Heimlich maneuver. Every time Mira pressed down, oxygen was squeezed out of Asia. Gradually Asia’s breathing got more and more labored and her breath became sickeningly wheezy. Asia’s eyes were pleading, her mouth open, her arms at her side unable to fend off the American, as this slow motion torture continued. Mira, on the other hand, was beaming at the effectiveness of the hold and the pain she was bringing to the Italian vixen.
Finally, after a few more (long minutes) of this, Mira grabbed Asia by the armpits, lifted her up and dragged her into the corner. The hapless Asia dropped down into a sitting position before Mira sat in her lap and started firing off punches into Asia’s chin…which is where we came in.
After several dozen right and left crosses, Asia was thoroughly out of it. After every punch her head would swivel before coming back to a rest and leaving her a sitting duck as Mira lined up another shot. After several minutes of this, Asia’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and drool startied dribbling out of one corner of her sexy lips.
Mira was thoroughly enjoying herself.
She leaned over and whispered into the ear of the beaten Argento…
“You’re a complete disgrace to the Me Too movement, you whore. You discredited all of us with your disgusting predatory behavior. Now you’re going to pay for all the people you’ve hurt.”
Then Mira pulled back her arm and lined up yet another punch. Asia’s night was far from over and the “good girl” was going to make sure there was no doubt about who the better fighter was.
