The Ninja (8-1) vs. The Dragon (5-0)

The Ninja stepped in limping from her first-ever loss. She spotted the Dragon across the mat, still coughing from a brutal flu. Thirty pounds lighter, the Ninja squared her shoulders and moved anyway. The Dragon blocked the opening rush, coughed once, then drove the smaller woman down hard. She took the Ninja’s ass right there on the canvas, hips snapping, every thrust working deeper than the last. The Dragon stayed in control, refusing to quit despite the sickness, while the Ninja’s voice cracked and climbed, swearing through clenched teeth until the final moan tore out of her throat like she’d been split open by the win itself.