SUMMER VENGEANCE!!!! Bottom Ranked Wrestlers fight for Victory and a Chance to Move Ahead!

Beretta James walks in at five-five, a hundred and five pounds of trouble. She’s dropped two since beating Charisma Capelli and she wants blood. Lyla Storm towers over her, five-eight, a hundred twenty-five, already six deep into an ugly losing streak. Lyla looks hungry. She plans to crush the little pistol and climb out of last place. Beretta’s eyes say she isn’t rolling over for anyone today. They circle, muscles tight, the mat already too small for both of them. Lyla lunges, grabs Beretta by the waist, drives her into the corner. Beretta grits her teeth, twists, and slams an elbow back. Bodies slam, sweat flies. Every hold turns filthy fast. Lyla peels Beretta’s shorts down, exposes smooth brown skin and pushes two fingers straight in. Beretta gasps, shoves back, but Lyla spreads her wider and drives deeper, the brunette’s ass on full display. Beretta fights dirty too. She gets behind Lyla, yanks her thong aside, and presses a slick thumb straight up her ass. Lyla bucks, curses, but can’t shake her. They stay locked, each girl trying to break the other with every dirty inch she can reach. The crowd hears every wet slap and ragged moan. Neither one is giving an inch.