Beauties VS Beasts

23:37 Georgia_Ellenwood: CRACK!You drop to your knees with a grunt, falling forward just enough to make me smile at knowing we're near. But my body’s already falling back, the momentum from the dropkick throwing me onto the mat, my back slapping down hard. I wince—ribs lighting up again—but I suck in a ragged breath and roll through it, flipping myself onto my knees as fast as my aching body will allow. You're pushing back up, furious, still stunned— And that’s when I launch the kick.

23:38 Georgia_Ellenwood: I rise just enough and snap my right leg forward, aiming a superkick straight at your face with my heel, right as your head is lifting. Not a run-up. No theatrics. Just a fast, brutal, instinctive strike—aimed for the nose, sharp and surgical. It won't have the same power as a conventional super kick, but with me aiming for the nose and me up enough to throw a kick, it'll help keep the pressure for as long as my battered body will allow. And whether it hits or not—I’m committed now... And I won’t stop swinging until someone stays down.

23:45 Biff_the_Bruiser: I let out a loud grunt as i push up as fast as i can, raising my muscled arm to send a big punch in your direction. But you are up at the same time and just a little faster, snapping your right leg up and out at my face. I lift my chin instinctively and end up taking the kick squarely on my big jaw, sending a big spray of sweat in your direction and me stumbling back into the ropes just behind me. Grabbing the top rope with both hands to steady myself but momentarily dazed as the crowd lets out a big roar.

22:52 Georgia_Ellenwood: THWACK! My right boot snaps up and crashes into your jaw like a hammer cracking stone. The contact is violent—a clean, echoing smack that sends a shimmering spray of sweat arcing through the air. Your head jolts back, body stumbling into the ropes behind you, arms grasping the top cable just to stay upright. The crowd erupts—a split second of disbelief turning into thunderous cheers. And I see it. That momentary blankness in your eyes. The looseness in your knees. The edge of your balance hanging by a thread. I don't hesitate. I don't even breathe. I scream—raw and furious—as I sprint forward, ignoring the fire in my ribs, the tremble in my legs, the pounding in my skull. This isn’t about surviving anymore. This is about breaking you. I leap—not with grace, but with rage—twisting mid-air as I bring my knee up and forward, aiming to drive it directly into your face at full speed. Not a flying knee. A diving double-knee smash—both kneecaps aimed for your jaw and nose, using your trapped position on the ropes as the anchor to crush you between steel and bone. If it lands, your head whips back, and your grip falters.

22:52 Georgia_Ellenwood: I don’t stop.I land awkwardly on my side—grunting in pain—but immediately push forward, grabbing your wrist and spinning behind you, trying to jerk your arms up in a modified full nelson setup—then using every ounce of my battered strength to whip you face-first into the middle turnbuckle with sickening speed.This isn’t finesse anymore.This is me, Georgia Ellenwood, throwing every last shred of what’s left in my soul at the monster in front of me.

23:05 Biff_the_Bruiser: Your kick hurts but luckily my jaw is like granite. I am dazed for a minute but not out as i lean back on the ropes. Then I hear your scream of fury as you charge at me, trying to follow up on your momentary advantage. But i raise both my arms high to block, causing you to bounce awkwardly back to the canvas with a loud grunt. Then you push up again, determined to grab my arm and whip me toward the corner turnbuckle. But i attempt to reverse it, using my superior weight and trying to whip you toward the corner instead.

23:15 Georgia_Ellenwood: My scream echoes through the arena as I launch myself at you, rage and adrenaline overpowering the pain—but when I hit, it’s not the impact I expected. You brace, your thick arms rising like a wall, and I smash into them chest-first. “Uuugh!” My body bounces back awkwardly, hitting the canvas hard, the wind knocked from me. I roll to my side, gasping, clutching my ribs as I scramble to my knees—but I’m not stopping. Not here. Not now. I lunge back up, drenched in sweat, my hair wild, my bikini clinging desperately to my body as I grab your arm with everything I’ve got left and try to whip you toward the corner—going for broke, one last desperate drive to get you off balance. But you plant your feet, and I feel it immediately—that immovable strength, that unshakable bulk. “No—”

23:16 Georgia_Ellenwood: You yank me back with terrifying force, reversing the momentum like I weigh nothing, and before I can even shift my footing, you whip me full speed toward the opposite corner. My body flies, boots pounding the canvas, and I turn at the last second— CRASH! My back slams viciously into the turnbuckles, ropes rattling, my spine arching from the shock. I hang there for a second, arms limp over the top ropes, mouth open as I gasp for air—my chest rising in ragged heaves, every muscle on fire. But even in pain, even wrecked… My eyes stay locked on you. Because I know you’re coming.

23:24 Biff_the_Bruiser: I manage to reverse your intended whip and send you crashing back first into the corner, leaving you hanging limply over the ropes, your damp blonde hair turned dark now from sweat as it hangs over your face....big chest rising and falling from your attempts to take in some much needed air. I am still trying to shake off the effects of that kick to the jaw, but i see you are looking vulnerable now as i close in on you. Going low and trying to ram my big shoulder as hard as i can into your gut, hoping to take the last bit of breath from your lungs.

23:37 Georgia_Ellenwood: The crowd's roaring, sensing the end creeping closer. I see you coming—big, broad, furious—dropping your stance low, lining up your shoulder like a battering ram aimed right at the hollow space beneath my ribs. And if that lands clean? It’s over... So I act... Now. Just as you launch forward, I throw myself upward, wrenching my arms from the ropes and springing off the second rope just enough to twist my hips and drive my knee forward—straight toward your face.

23:38 Georgia_Ellenwood: A brutal running knee strike, sudden and violent, aimed squarely at your jaw or nose—the exact spot I rocked earlier. The momentum of your charge makes it twice as devastating if it connects, your own force slamming your head into my rising knee. CRACK! The sound alone could make the crowd flinch. And if it lands the way I want it to? You’re going backward, maybe even collapsing. And me? I’ll land hard on my side, but drag myself up as best I can, knowing the end for either of us is near. This match that looked to have a clear winner, now is less so, the champ compromised to an extent.

23:49 Biff_the_Bruiser: Im closing on you when you suddenly launch your self at me like a missile.....uh oh.....i just have time to turn my head, enough so that your knee slams into my temple unngghh.....but with enough force to knock me backwards, then down on my ass with a loud THUMP ooofff....leaving me down on the canvas with my bell rung and the crowd yelling in excitement. Trying to shake it off and regain my footing before you can strike again.

23:56 Georgia_Ellenwood: CRACK! My knee slams into the side of your temple with a jarring impact, and I feel the full weight of your momentum collapse beneath it. You drop with a heavy THUMP, the canvas shaking as your body slumps onto your ass, dazed, arms swaying as you try to blink through the haze. The crowd goes wild—a roar of disbelief and adrenaline as they watch the monster momentarily grounded. I crash to the mat too, grunting hard as I land on one side, ribs still burning, my arms trembling from the effort. But I don’t wait. Not this time.

23:56 Georgia_Ellenwood: This is the window. And I’m going to tear through it. I scramble up, breath ragged, hair wild, my bikini clinging to my soaked, bruised body. And with everything I’ve got left, I rush you—just as you start to rise, still dazed. But I don’t go high this time. I go low and vicious. I leap, twisting sideways mid-run, and drive a double knee strike directly into your ribs and sternum—my full weight crashing into your chest like a car wreck, aiming to flatten you to the canvas and crush the air from your lungs. There’s no elegance. No hesitation. Just a savage, soul-rattling shot meant to break your core and leave you gasping. If it lands? I’ll stay draped over you for a second, one hand planted on your chest, my own body heaving. Because now? It’s my turn to make you fight for breath.

00:03 Biff_the_Bruiser: Im just getting back to my feet when 140 lbs. of blonde fury comes barrelling at me....God knows where you are getting the energy......but your knees strike my mid section with tremendous force arrrrrrrrrgghhh.....causing me to slump forward for a moment before toppling backwards......my huge muscled frame slamming down to the canvas, arms outstretched, the air ripped from my lungs. Leaving you draped over my sweat soaked chest. The crowd cant believe it ......youre now in position to pin the Champ, despite all the punishment he has dished out!

00:10 Georgia_Ellenwood: BOOM! My knees drive into your ribs with brutal precision, and I feel your whole frame collapse under me like a crumbling wall. Your massive body thuds to the canvas, arms splayed, chest heaving—but there’s no more resistance. No more thunder behind the fists. Just a wrecked champion, gasping for breath. And me—bruised, soaked, trembling—still moving.

00:11 Georgia_Ellenwood: I land sprawled across your broad torso, my chest pressed against your face, breasts flattening against your mouth and nose, my forearm draped lazily over your shoulder. My body rises and falls in ragged shudders, bikini barely clinging on, every inch of me battered… but my eyes are locked on the ref. “Count it!” I croak, voice hoarse but sharp, demanding everything from the moment. The crowd is losing their minds. ONE! I don’t shift. I don’t breathe. I don’t blink. TWO! My hair drapes down over your face as my chest keeps you smothered, weight pinning you into the mat, ribs digging into yours. The arena is electric, holding its breath with me. This is it. I’ve taken everything you’ve thrown at me. And now?

00:19 Biff_the_Bruiser: I feel you slowly moving up my body to plop those big breasts across my face, while you attempt to keep my shoulders down for the count......part of me wants to raise my head and kiss you but im a bit tired for that , plus that sweaty hair of your hanging down in my face....yuck...I cant move yet but i can hear everything .....the roar of the crowd, you yelling at the ref and then the count starting.......1..........2.........but no, not yet......not ready to relinquish this title.......i let out a massive grunt as i roll over onto my side, sending you tumbling off to the side.

00:31 Georgia_Ellenwood: ONE…! TWO…! I’m stretched out across your chest, my bikini top clinging on by desperation alone, soaked through, barely covering the evidence of everything I’ve been through tonight. My breathing is loud, ragged, every breath searing through my bruised ribs as my chest heaves against your face. The roar of the crowd vibrates through my body, but I barely hear it. My mind is locked on the one thing I need. Just one more count. Just one more. But then—your body tenses. “No—”

00:31 Georgia_Ellenwood: With a roar, you jerk to the side, and I go tumbling off, my body flipping onto the canvas in a disheveled sprawl. I land hard, one leg bent awkwardly, my back slick with sweat as I roll to all fours, hair falling over my face. I let out a sharp cough, my lips parting as I try to suck in air. “Damn it…” I breathe out, trembling. But the fire is still there. The pin didn’t work. Fine. Then I go back to the mind.

00:32 Georgia_Ellenwood: I push to my feet—shaky, barely stable, legs heavy and unsteady. My arms hang at my sides for a moment, my bikini top riding just slightly too low but fix it again, my chest rising with each deep, hungry breath. The crowd’s going crazy, sensing something’s coming. And it is. I stumble toward you as you start to sit up, still dazed, your face flushed with effort.

00:32 Georgia_Ellenwood: I drop to one knee beside you, gently placing my hand on your chest, leaning in close. My face just inches from yours, lips parted, sweat dripping between us. “You’re strong, Biff,” I whisper, my voice soft, raspy… but unmistakably sultry. “But you forgot something…” Then, before you can react, I lean in and press my lips softly—deliberately—against yours. A kiss. Slow. Messy. Sweat-soaked. And unapologetically real. Not because I’m surrendering. Because I’m playing you. If you hesitate—if your mind falters even for a second—I’ll use the closeness to hook your arm, yank your wrist down, and drive a stiff knee into your sternum, aiming to blast the wind out of you and set you up for the next fall. You want to break my body? Then I’ll break your focus.

10:11 Biff_the_Bruiser: I send you tumbling away after breaking the count, leaving your bikini clad body sprawled in a heap. But to your credit, you push back to your feet with little delay even as i am doing the same. My ribs still aching, but determined to prevail in this battle of the sexes. Then you come stumbling toward me on shaky legs as we face off again, then leaning to press a hand on my chest as if to say you dont want to fight anymore. Followed by a messy slow kiss on the mouth, designed to distract me again no doubt. But not as enjoyable as earlier in the match, with your sweaty blonde hair hanging down in messy stands over your face. Sorry sister, i think, this wont work this time! I let you get close, knowing this is my best opportunity to finish you. And as our bodies come together, those nice boobs pressing against my muscled chest, my strong right arm snakes around your slender waist and pulls you in tighter, slowly squeezing the air out of your hot little body. "Got you now babe" I mutter softly as my hold on you increases. You begin to squirm and wiggle desperately but with little success as i try take all the remaining fight outta you. Setting you up for one final move!

10:14 Biff_the_Bruiser:

12:41 Georgia_Ellenwood: Your arm wraps tight around my waist—too tight. Too late. I feel your muscles flex, your chest rising against mine as you pull me in, locking me into your grasp. My kiss lingers on your lips for a second too long, and suddenly that soft moment turns brutal. "Got you now, babe." Your words crawl into my ear, low and final. And then the squeeze starts.

12:42 Georgia_Ellenwood: My body jerks against yours as your arm compresses around my midsection, pressing deep into my battered ribs and overworked core. My breath catches, chest heaving as I gasp once, twice—then nothing. "Ughhh—ghk…!" My arms press against your shoulders, pushing weakly, my legs wobbling beneath me. My forehead rests against your jaw as my body tries to resist, but the hold tightens more, like a vice crushing the last fumes of defiance out of me.

12:42 Georgia_Ellenwood: My bikini top digs into my skin, soaked and slipping, hair tangled across my face. My mouth hangs open now, panting in ragged gasps against your neck. My hands claw at your sides for leverage, but the strength just isn’t there. The crowd can see it. The fire that burned so hot in me all match long is starting to dim, my body twitching now—not from will, but from fading oxygen. The adrenaline is gone, and what’s left is raw fatigue and a blonde wrapped up in a hold she can’t power out of. Still… I whisper, broken but defiant: “Y-You better make it count, Biff…” Because I’m fading fast… But I won’t go out quietly.

12:54 Biff_the_Bruiser: I feel your sexy body starting to go limp against my chest, trying to suck in enough air as i sap your remaining strength.....muscles working overtime now even as your arms press against my huge shoulders, trying to create some space but failing to do so. Your efforts to resist becoming weaker and weaker, your head dropping and resting against my pecs now, feeling almost comfortable there as your body curls up against mine. Seeing the chance to finally end this thing, I attempt to flip you over, then drive you into the canvas with a massive piledriver! Breathing hard with the effort.

12:55 Biff_the_Bruiser:

13:01 Georgia_Ellenwood:

13:05 Georgia_Ellenwood: THUDDD! The ring shakes as my skull and shoulders slam into the canvas, your massive arms releasing just enough to let me crash down like a ragdoll beneath you. The crowd gasps as my body bounces once—then settles in a limp sprawl, legs bent awkwardly, arms splayed wide, hair fanned across the mat like a golden halo gone dim. My bikini’s barely holding together, chest rising in shallow, uneven pulses.

13:05 Georgia_Ellenwood: The piledriver landed... And it nearly ends me. I lie there motionless for a beat, eyes closed, lips parted, every muscle in my body screaming for surrender. But just as you lean in—expecting the finish—there’s the smallest flicker of life. My hand twitches. My feet drags an inch against the canvas. And my chest… rises again. Not strong. Not ready. But not done. The crowd erupts—half in disbelief, half in awe—as the ref drops beside me to check, but my fingers curl weakly, pressing into the mat like I’m still trying to push myself up. Your finisher should’ve ended this. But somehow—Sweaty, bruised, barely conscious—I'm still here. Barely.

13:17 Biff_the_Bruiser: You hit the mat with a loud THUD that makes the fans wince as your battered body collapses, bouncing once before settling in very satisfying sprawl....your chest rising and falling to indicate you are still alive, if not moving. No way this chick is getting up from this, i think. I am releived to see this as i am nearing exhaustion, rivers of sweat rolling down my face and chest. The ref is checking on you now, but sees your arm and leg start to move now......amazingly still conscious and trying to push up! I drop to my knees, then drape my huge body across your chest to keep you down. At the same time lifting those long legs of yours as high as i can. The ref moves into position for the count..........1...........2..............

13:26 Georgia_Ellenwood: THUD… THUD… THUD… My heartbeat pounds in my ears, a thunderous drumbeat against the silence inside my skull. I feel your massive frame crush down across my chest—hot, heavy, sweat-drenched—as my legs are lifted high, bikini stretched tight, body completely folded beneath the weight of the man who's nearly broken me.

13:26 Georgia_Ellenwood: The crowd counts with the ref—each number like a nail in the coffin.ONE…!My fingers twitch against the mat, weak and shaking. TWO…! My back arches slightly, involuntarily, a jolt of instinct more than will. My vision is a blur of lights overhead, your body pressing down like a mountain across my chest. My lips part, breath wheezing out, face flushed and dripping.Then—at the last possible moment— I twist. Not clean. Not strong. Just barely. But enough. My shoulder rolls off the mat with a jerky, gasping groan, my body falling back flat just as the ref’s hand hovers for the third count. “NO THREE!” he yells, throwing up the signal. The crowd erupts, the arena shaking with disbelief...I lie there under you, chest rising fast and shallow, one arm limp, one leg trembling—but a defiant flicker still burning behind my half-lidded eyes.

13:36 Biff_the_Bruiser: The crowd counting along as the inevitable 3 count progresses......but wait......you get your shoulder a couple of inches off the mat at the last second to avoid getting counted out! I get up to my knees again, looking at you in disbelief! "You just dont know when to quit, do ya girl?" You fall back to the canvas, still gasping for breath but showing a defiant smile.....just barely, but its still there. "Ok, i guess i have to send you to dreamland......or worse......" I growl at you. Scopping you up in my muscled arms and pushing back to my feet. Cradling you like a child, then setting you up for another massive piledriver. Taking a deep breath.........then WHAM!

13:37 Biff_the_Bruiser:

13:47 Georgia_Ellenwood: WHAM! The second piledriver lands with sickening force—my head driven deep into the canvas between your thighs, spine compressed, the sound echoing through the arena like a gunshot. My body jolts on impact, legs kicking once on instinct before slumping downward in a ragdoll heap. The ring ropes rattle... The crowd goes silent for a beat—stunned... Then a collective gasp. I topple backwards from your grasp, arms flopping limply to my sides, my back arched unnaturally for a moment before I crumple onto the mat, flat on my back. My blonde hair is splayed around my face like a halo gone wild, strands clinging to the slick shine of sweat on my cheeks. My bikini top has shifted slightly from the impact—still holding, but disheveled—my chest rising in shallow, faint heaves, barely drawing air.

13:47 Georgia_Ellenwood: Eyes fluttering. Lips parted. Face slack. I’m motionless. The once-electric fight in me looks completely snuffed out, like the second piledriver detonated whatever scraps of resistance I had left. You stand over me now, your chest rising with heavy, satisfied breaths—muscles gleaming, fists clenched—watching the aftermath of your handiwork. I’m not moving... I’m not fighting... Just a broken, barely-breathing body sprawled across the canvas, twitching ever so slightly. The crowd watches in stunned silence, many rising to their feet… watching the defiant underdog not showing any signs of movement.

13:48 Georgia_Ellenwood:

13:54 Biff_the_Bruiser: The crowd watches in stunned silence as the Champ delivers another brutal piledriver, this one even more vicious. Your body looking broken now, lying crumpled on your back.......not moving at all beneath me, I stand over you, satisfied that i have finally put you down for good, my big chest heaving after that huge effort. The ref comes to check on you as i wait......lifting your limp arm high and letting it drop....then again......and finally a third time. Getting ready to signal for the bell if it drops one more time......

00:28 Georgia_Ellenwood: My body doesn’t twitch. Doesn’t resist. Just lies there. My arms are sprawled wide, fingers curled uselessly, my legs tangled awkwardly at the ankles. My chest rises and falls slowly beneath the shifting, bikini top clinging to my sweat-slick body. Hair—once shining and confident—now sticks across my flushed face in wet clumps, like a veil over my dazed, unfocused eyes. I don’t even register the crowd. I can’t. The arena is still, breath held as the ref kneels beside me and gently lifts my right arm—my dominant one. It feels like lifting the limb of a doll—loose, lifeless. He lets go. My arm drops like a sack of wet sand, bouncing softly off the mat. ONE. The crowd groans.

00:28 Georgia_Ellenwood: He tries again—my shoulder twitching only slightly this time, not from effort, but from unconscious nerves firing. He raises it higher, holding it for longer—searching for any flicker of defiance. He lets it go.bIt falls again, limp and defeated. TWO. A surge of heartbreak rolls through the arena like a wave. The girl who fought so hard, so smart, so damn stubborn—might finally be gone. The ref raises my hand a final time. My arm sways weakly in his grasp, my fingers barely curled. He looks to me, searching my vacant expression for a spark. My lips part slightly, mouthing something… maybe a breath… maybe a name… maybe just air. The crowd is standing now.

00:29 Georgia_Ellenwood: He lets go...The arm drops …But does it?For the briefest second—just before it hits the mat—my hand tightens. The fingers curl. The wrist flexes. It doesn’t fall completely. The ref throws up two fingers, shouting: “She’s still in it!” The arena explodes with sound—shock, awe, roaring support. But down on the mat… I still haven’t moved...That tiny flicker of life is all I had left. And now? I'm barely hanging on—one breath, one heartbeat at a time

00:40 Biff_the_Bruiser: Im watching closely as the ref lifts your arm......once .....twice.....then a third time......your arm almost falls to the mat, but not quite as you barely show some life but only in that one arm as you continue to lay there unmoving ....struggling for breath......the crowd urging you to fight on, even as it appears impossible. I cant believe it.......but the ref signals the fight to continue, despite your look of near total defeat. Wearily i approach you, reaching down and pulling you up in my arms....hoisting you one more time, squeezing that sweat soaked shapely body of yours with my huge muscles. This time going for a package piledriver, folding your body in half and then slamming you down head first with all the strength i can muster......BAM!!!

00:40 Biff_the_Bruiser:

00:48 Georgia_Ellenwood: BAM! The sound of your third piledriver—this one a crushing package version—reverberates through the arena like a death knell. My compacted, battered frame slams down hard, head-first, with a brutal snap of momentum. Your arms had folded my legs tightly in against my chest, locking me in like a coiled spring—and then detonating me into the canvas with sickening force. My body hits the mat like a ragdoll being discarded. The reaction is instant. I don’t move.

00:49 Georgia_Ellenwood: There’s no twitch. No flicker. No gasp. Just... nothing. My legs—bent and crushed tight in the setup—spill to the mat in an awkward sprawl, one flopped sideways, the other lying limply across my stomach. My arms are splayed out and unmoving, palms open, fingers curled ever so slightly. My back arches slightly from the violent compression, before settling flat against the mat with a thud. My chest no longer rises with desperation—only slow, shallow heaves, involuntary and fading. My bikini top has shifted again from the slam, barely hanging on, soaked through and clinging to my bruised ribs. Blonde hair mats to my face and throat, covering blank, half-closed eyes that see nothing now. My mouth hangs open slightly, slack and expressionless, no tension left in my jaw or neck. The crowd—once roaring, defiant, hopeful—is now silent. A stunned, heartbroken silence that spreads like a wave...

00:51 Georgia_Ellenwood: The ref signals over to you "please, pin her" his eyes almost watering at seeing the defiance last as long as it has, doing as much damage as it has to the champion... and the crowd being behind the underdog to the very end

01:01 Biff_the_Bruiser: I go down with you this time, sitting there looking at your battered body lying there, arms and legs splayed out awkwardly looking dead to the world.......if not actually dead! But no, you appear to be breathing if only just barely.....those nice boobs rising and falling, half of them peeking out from your top which has slid noticeably south on your body. My big chest heaving with each breath as i am totally spent. Waiting for the ref to finally ring the bell. But for some reason he looks over at me, indicating that i have to pin you! Even though you are no longer capable of any movement, let alone continuing the match. With a big grunt , i roll over and drape a sweaty arm over your chest to make it official.......the ref counts slowly...too slowly......1.....2......3........then finally i hear that beautiful sound DING DING DING! And i am announced the winner of this incredibly long battle.

01:07 Georgia_Ellenwood: DING DING DING! The bell finally tolls… not like a celebration, but like a final heartbeat echoing through an exhausted, breathless arena. The announcement blares through the speakers, declaring you the winner. But the moment the ref finishes the count, his focus isn’t on raising your arm... It’s on me.

01:07 Georgia_Ellenwood: The second the three is slapped, he drops to my side, waving off the timekeeper and medical crew who were already on standby. My body lies utterly still beneath your arm, save for the soft, slow rise and fall of my chest—uneven, shallow, almost inaudible beneath the roar and lights. My limbs remain splayed, unresponsive. The only thing intact is that faint trace of gold shimmer catching the arena lights—reflected off the belt you're handed. The ref gently adjusts my top, trying to preserve some dignity as he brushes matted blonde hair from my face, checking for response. My eyes barely flutter open. They don’t focus. But I breathe—just enough to rasp out a whisper, one so faint only you and the ref might catch it: “…you’re amazing…”

01:08 Georgia_Ellenwood: Then my head lolls gently to the side, lips parting as I surrender fully to the care of the official beside me. The battle is over. The heart still beats—but the fire, the resistance, the will to rise—it’s all gone, at least for now. The crowd watches in awed silence. You stand—or barely do—battered and dripping, your chest rising with effort, gold glinting at your side, sweat trailing down your back. You look down at me—not with gloating, not with mockery—but with a flicker of something else... Respect.Because in the end, it took everything. And the price was steep in a long match.

01:11 Biff_the_Bruiser:

01:11 Georgia_Ellenwood:

01:15 Biff_the_Bruiser: I go to the corner and climb to the 2nd rope, raising my title belt high for all the crowd to see as i drink in the well deserved cheers of the fans. Bruised and weary from the unexpectedly tough fight put up by my blonde challenger, but happy to remain Champion of Beauties and Beasts! At least until the next challenger comes along.  

01:18 Georgia_Ellenwood: (End)