ROUND THREE: The Dragons (2-0) vs Team Ice (1-1)

Ariel X climbs onto the mat, eyes locked on Holly Heart like a wolf sizing up its next meal. The crowd leans in. Team Ice needs a miracle. They need a hole in the Dragons' defense. They need Holly to work Ariel open and flood her with the kind of pleasure that makes a girl forget who she is. But the rookie can't handle the pressure. Ariel slips behind her fast, hips tight, one hand clamped over Holly's mouth. Her fingers dive between Holly's legs and claim every inch, rough and relentless. Holly thrashes, then melts. Every moan feeds the scoreboard, every tremor costs Team Ice another point. The Dragons don't ease up. They pin her down and make her cum hard, loud, shaking. The clock keeps moving. Team Ice claws back some ground, Ariel bites back with more heat, more control, more filthy finish. A hundred points off victory, close enough to taste, but the buzzer kills their run. Dragons take it, two and oh, still untouched.