Rain "Poison" Degrey vs. Alice" Killing" Frost -Light Weight matchup

Rain Degrey wants the fight. She steps onto the mat at five-nine, one-twenty-six, body lean and tits that don’t quit. Her record says eight-and-six, but she’s here because the itch is back, the old hunger. Alice Frost shows up at five-seven, one-thirty, already tagged a loser this season. She asked for this. Thought she could beat Poison. She picked wrong. Rain doesn’t play for fingers in the cunt. She goes for the ass, right from the opening whistle. She spreads Alice open, works two fingers deep until the blonde is gasping, then slips a third. Alice tries to squirm, but Rain pins her wrists and keeps driving, every thrust louder than the last. Trash talk spills out in that rough, smoky voice she owns, telling Alice exactly how this is going to end. Round four is pure humiliation. Rain sits on Alice’s face, grinds until the smaller woman’s tongue is buried and her nose is mashed against clit. Then she flips, rides the mouth again, smothers until Alice can barely breathe. When she’s done with facesitting, she pushes the blonde onto all fours and takes the ass once more, slow, deliberate strokes that make Alice whimper. Rain stands, drags her by the hair to the edge of the mat, and fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin. Alice is shaking, eyes glassy. Rain peels off the loser bands, shoves the cloth straight up Alice’s cunt, packs it in until only a strip hangs out. She grabs that strip, hauls Alice to her feet, and slams her back against the wall, the fabric still dangling between her thighs like a white flag. Alice slides down the drywall, legs useless, band slipping free inch by inch. Rain stands over her, breathing hard, satisfied. That’s the match.