Bringing a Cow to the Slaughter Hannah Edwards(D) Vs Tyr(D)

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Standard Match:Win by Pinfall, Submission, Disqualification, Count out or Knockout

Hannah Edwards

In a Locker room there stood a almost 6ft tall woman putting her hair in a bun as she prepared for her debut defeat. Why is her defeat so certain you may ask? Well the woman happens to be a massive masochist and had next to no wrestling training. After taking in final look in the mirror and one final text to the babysitter to make sure her kids were alright she left the locker room her thoughts drifted to her opponent “they say she’s a boxer wonder how much the punches will hurt” as her hands rubbed her belly she continued down the train of thought as she approached the curtain “wonder if I ask nicely if she’ll punch harder” as her music played she parted the curtain to enter the arena. As she made her way down the ramp she could hear some of the crowd questioned her about her choice of attire which she answered in thought “what better attire for a cow about to be slaughtered?” Entering the ring by climbing the steps and through the middle and top rope she would sit on the turnbuckle in her corner and wait for her executioner.

[MR. Q]

Stepping into the bright lights of the arena, Tyr struts confidently down the ramp, her blonde locks cascading behind her like a golden waterfall. Her fitted crop top clings tightly to her generous breasts, hinting at the cleavage just begging to be unleashed. The cutout of her top highlights the subtle curves of her stomach, emphasizing her toned physique.

As she approaches the ring, Tyr adjusts her orange headband, peering out at the crowd with an mischievous glint in her piercing blue eyes. She tosses her lengthy mane of blonde over one shoulder, revealing the straps of her black gloves that encase her powerful fists. Each punch and jab delivered tonight promises to pack a devastating wallop, courtesy of Tyr's extensive boxing training.

Slipping through the ropes, Tyr springs up onto the turnbuckle and poses dramatically, flaunting her assets for the hungry crowd. Her snug orange shorts ride high on her thighs, drawing attention to her athletic build and leaving little to the imagination. A sly grin plays on her lips as she admires her reflection in the polished ring metal, relishing the attention she commands.

Spotlights shine down upon Tyr, casting dramatic shadows across her face and accentuating the subtle blush coloring her cheeks. She gazes around the arena, her sparkling blue eyes taking in the sea of enthusiastic faces. A predatory smirk curls the corner of her mouth as she anticipates the beauty waiting for her - Hannah Edwards.

[Dwrites]

Hannah would walk to the center of the ring and wave Tyr over wanting to get a chat with her before becoming her punching bag. As Tyr approached she would stick out her arm to offer a handshake while saying “You must be Tyr, that was quite an entrance you put on, must say that not many women i know would have to confidence to do that. Now I want to ask you a favor: please don’t hold back give me everything you have don’t worry about me I can handle it.”. Before Licking her lips hungrily ready to satisfy the hungry masochist in her, She couldn’t wait for the bell~.

[MR. Q]

As Hannah extends her hand, Tyr meets her gaze squarely, her blue eyes narrowing slightly with intrigue. She reaches out, clasping the offered handshake firmly, feeling the softness of Hannah's palm contrasted with the anticipation of what's to come.

"A favor, huh?" Tyr tilts her head, a playful smirk dancing across her full lips. "Well, I must say, I do enjoy a willing participant." Her grip tightens momentarily before releasing Hannah's hand, allowing it to fall back to her side.

Tyr steps back, sizing up her opponent with an appraising eye. "Don't worry, sweetie, I plan to give you every ounce of what you're asking for...and then some." Her words are laced with amusement and a hint of sadistic intent, each syllable dripping with promise of the brutal pummeling to come.

The bell rings, signaling the start of their match, and Tyr springs into action without hesitation. Her powerful legs coiled beneath her, she launches herself at Hannah with lightning speed, fists clenched and ready to unleash a storm of punches upon her unsuspecting prey.

"Let's see how long you last before begging for mercy."

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As soon as the bell rang Tyr sprinted toward Hannah like a bat out of hell closing the distance in record time before unleashing a barrage of belly shots onto Hannah. Hannah’s eyes glossed over as she let out moans of pleasure from the assault, her thong becoming wet from her arousal. After a good 10 belly punches were landed they would stop abruptly causing Hannah to look at her opponent in confusion before feeling her chin was forcibly sent up by Tyr unleashing a devastating uppercut. As her head was sent upwards and her tongue flopped out of her mouth her hands remained by her side never once used to attempt to block Tyr’s barrage of punches.

[MR. Q]

Tyr stands tall, her chest heaving with each labored breath as she surveys the damage she's inflicted thus far. Hannah sways on her feet, dazed and seemingly enamored with the brutal assault. Tyr smirks, reveling in the helpless display before her.

With ruthless efficiency, Tyr grasps Hannah's arms, pinning them against the ropes as she moves in close. Her gloves crack against Hannah's chest, the force of each impact sending shockwaves through the slender frame.

The fabric of Hannah's crop top tears easily under Tyr's relentless assault, exposing the pale mounds of her breasts to the merciless onslaught.

[Dwrites]

Tyr continued the assault using one arm to pin Hannah’s arms against the ropes while the other hammered at Hannah’s breasts causing her cheap crop top bra to snap like twig and fall harmlessly to the ground allowing Hannah’s breasts and hardened nipples to be seen by everyone. Hannah didn’t mind one bit, too busy enjoying Tyr’s brutal beatdown to care. Eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head and her tongue remaining flopped over her bottom lip as she began letting out a drawn out “AHHHHhhhh~”.

[MR. Q]

Tyr pounces on Hannah's vulnerable breasts without hesitation, delivering a flurry of powerful punches that send jolts of pain through Hannah's sensitive flesh. Her hardened nipples are a tantalizing target, and Tyr takes delight in battering them mercilessly.

As Hannah's bra snaps apart, leaving her ample bosom exposed, Tyr gazes upon the ripe offering with gleeful satisfaction. The masochist's desperate moans only spur Tyr on, each punch and jab aimed to push Hannah further into ecstasy.

Tyr pivots on her heels, shifting her stance to assume a fighting posture reminiscent of a boxer. With a sly grin, she begins to treat Hannah's breasts like a speed bag, bouncing and punching at them with rapid-fire precision.

The crowd roars in approval, mesmerized by the brutal display of power and domination. Tyr moves with fluid grace, her arms a blur of motion as she pummels Hannah's chest, reveling in the helpless beauty before her. The once-innocent breasts now bear the imprint of Tyr's punishing fists, painted red with exertion and arousal.

[Dwrites]

As Tyr continued her assault on Hannah’s breasts to the crowd’s roaring approval. Hannah was in a state of bliss her eyes unfocused and nearly rolled back into her head, she was panting like a dog and her thong was soaked in her arousal. it would only take a little more to push her over the edge. Which happened when Tyr punched both of Hannah’s nipples at the same time causing Hannah’s eyes to roll all the way back into her skull as she let out a shrill “OHHHHHHHH~”. As her orgasm winded down Hannah made her first move of the match grabbing Tyr’s head with both arms before kissing her on the lips, after a couple of seconds she would break the kiss staring at Tyr lovingly as she said “You doing so good sweetie~ but I think you should spread the love~”. Hannah then turned around and bent over giving Tyr a full view of her ample ass and soaked thong before she slapped her own ass and said “Ready when you are~”

[MR. Q]

Stunned for a moment by the sudden turn of events, Tyr recovers quickly, a calculating glint in her eye as she assesses Hannah's new position. The masochistic beauty bent over, presenting her luscious ass for Tyr's enjoyment, sends a surge of sadistic excitement coursing through her veins.

"Fitting you should offer yourself up like a whore on display," Tyr sneers, punctuating her words with a stinging slap to Hannah's ass cheek. "But since you asked so politely..."

She grabs the depraved woman's thong, ripping it off easily with a violent tug. With her sex bared to the world, Tyr violently pushed her digits inside and began finger blasting her insides.