Xana (0-1) vs. Wenona (0-0)

Xana wants blood after her loss to the Pirate. Wenona steps onto the mat built like a statue—tight, thick, every muscle flexed. She fights like hell. Every second she claws, bucks, drives her weight into the hold. Still Xana rides her, pins her, locks her down. Raw power beats raw muscle. Wenona gasses. The Amazon spreads her, owns her, sinks down hard until the gymnast’s face disappears between pale thighs and a darker hunger takes over. Anal. Facesitting. Blonde hair tangled with brunette. Xana grinds without mercy until Wenona’s body stops fighting and starts shaking. Two athletes. One winner. 2005. Brutal. Final.