The Punk (1-0) Chaos (0-1)

Two rookies, one fight each, size each other up. Chaos got pinned by the Ninja last time. The Punk put Kat away in her debut. Now they meet on the mat. Only one thing left to settle—who wants the other one’s ass bad enough to take it in round four. The Punk moves first, dark hair wild, pale skin flushed, trying to catch the bigger woman off balance. She doesn’t. Chaos shoves her down, ass flexing tight as she grinds her weight onto the smaller girl’s ribs. Every roll, every scramble ends with limbs tangled and breath hissing through clenched teeth. The Punk fights dirty—fingers digging, knees jamming—anything to keep from getting turned over. But Chaos has the mass and the hunger. She drags the girl onto her stomach, traps an ankle, and sinks her hips low. The first slow push makes them both gasp. Chaos keeps the pressure steady until she’s buried, thick and deliberate, stretching the Punk open while the loser claws at the canvas. Sweat drips, muscles shake, and the only sound is the wet slap of skin every time Chaos drives in again.