2 blond Amazons battle. Smaller girl destroys bigger. Fingers her on the mat then fucks her.

Dia Zerva stands five-five and one-thirty-five, the title belt already around her waist, the Iron Maiden who once ran point in Marine Corps convoys. Across from her Hollie Stevens towers two inches taller, packs ten extra pounds of thick, hard muscle, and comes in undefeated this season. The Amazon’s legs have snapped bigger girls than this, but the record books don’t lie—Dia’s only loss came years ago, and she’s been carving through the division ever since. The whistle blows. Dia moves first, drives Hollie to her back, plants a knee on her chest, and jams two fingers straight into the taller girl before the crowd even settles. Hollie bucks, curses, tries to shrimp out; Dia stays glued, fingers pumping like she’s punishing the mat itself. Points rack up. Every scramble, every scramble fails. Hollie lands a single takedown and a few desperate holds, but Dia answers with fresh fingers, deeper angles, relentless pace. The Amazon’s limbs shake. Sweat sheets down her tits. By the final horn she’s pinned, exhausted, and dripping around Dia’s hand. Dia doesn’t let her off the mat. She straps on the harness, rolls Hollie onto all fours, and slams in hard enough that the bigger girl’s shoulders hit canvas again. The strokes are short, vicious, aimed to bruise. Every thrust knocks a grunt out of Hollie’s chest. Dia fists a handful of blond hair, yanks her head back, fucks her straight down into the padding like she’s staking territory. Hollie’s moans break into raw, ragged sounds that echo off the empty gym walls. When Dia finally pulls out, the loser stays face-down, ass up, twitching and used, nothing left but the wet sound of her own breathing.