RD2: Rib crushing scissor holds, ruthless head locks Finger penetration during the wresting.

Tag Team Tuesdays. Round two. The Ninjas just slammed their way out of a twenty-point hole. Bella zeroed in on Iona, the fresh meat on Team Ice, and wrapped those thick thighs around her ribs. One hard squeeze, the big blonde’s curves heaved, air rushing out like a punctured tire. The scoreboard flipped again. Bella’s legs crushed in tight, ribs bending, flesh spilling over the smooth, shiny skin. Iona’s breasts bounced with every desperate twist. Bella didn’t let go; she leaned in, lips brushing the rookie’s ear, and jammed two fingers deep between slick folds while the hold stayed locked. Wet sounds filled the room. Tags flew, bodies crashed, but Bella owned that moment. She held the edge long enough to swing the lead back to the Ninjas. Now ninety-nine points separate the teams, and Team Ice is one bad gasp from the end of their season.