First Match of the Summer Vengeance Tournament #16 against #15

Lyla Storm steps onto the mat first. Five-eight, one-fourteen, body tight from the loss that still burns. She lost her perfect season-ten record to Amber Rayne in feathers. Now the only way she knows to burn that shame out is to wreck somebody else. Missy Minx is next, five-five, one-twenty, dead last in the bracket and hungry. Missy’s still tasting the last cock that fucked her after Audrey Rose took her in round one. Today she swears the script flips. They lock up hard. Lyla’s quick hands find Missy’s throat and slam her down. Missy bucks, rolls, plants her ass on Lyla’s face, smothering her. Lyla’s tongue pushes back, tasting sweat and spite. Her fingers slide between Missy’s thighs, two then three, knuckles-deep, working the brunette open. Missy grinds down harder, denying the finger-fuck, but Lyla slips free, spins, and plants her own weight across Missy’s mouth. The smaller woman fights back with every limb. Lyla’s grip is iron. She drags Missy to the mat’s edge, flips her, and sinks fingers back inside—slow at first, then brutal. Missy gasps, knees shaking, until Lyla pushes her into the bathroom off the side of the arena. Cold tile, locked door, no ref. Lyla spreads her open against the sink, works two fingers into Missy’s ass, slow and mean, then drives in deeper. Missy’s moans bounce off the walls. Every thrust says the same thing: this loss belongs to her. Lyla keeps the pace cruel until Missy’s legs give. She drags the trembling girl back to the mat and finishes her there, merciless, hips snapping, no mercy asked and none given. Summer Vengeance has begun.