SUMMER VENGEANCE CONTINUES! This is the last elimination match of the first round.

This is Summer Vengeance. Final match of round one. Madison Young, The Butcher, five-foot-two, hundred nine pounds, 2–1 career. Back from injury, ranked ninth. She’s quick, stubborn, dangerous. Safari, five-seven, hundred thirty pounds, 0–1 coming in, ranked tenth. Only one match under her belt, but it proved she’s stronger than the girl beside her and she knows it. No warm-ups, no breathing room, just one elimination, winner stays alive. Madison stalks the mat, eyes dark, looking to gut the bigger girl. Safari plants her feet, shoulders square, waiting to crush her. Black hair swinging, muscles tight, everything on the line. They lock up hard, testing power and balance, both knowing whoever breaks first takes the first one. Then it turns ugly. Madison drives a knee up, breaks the clinch, spins Safari and slams her face-first to the mat. She climbs the bigger girl’s back, forces thighs around the waist, plants a hand on Safari’s ass. The fingers dig in, pushing, hunting that tight hole. Safari bucks, hips twisting, but Madison’s quicker and stays on. One slick press and Madison’s finger sinks past the rim, knuckles deep. Safari snarls, then moans, pissed and turned on all at once. Madison works the finger in slow, deliberate strokes, other arm locked around Safari’s throat. Every thrust forward brings another inch of control. Safari’s knees slide wider, her breath ragged, her pussy visibly wet on the blue mat. Madison pulls the finger free, slick with lube and heat, and lines her hips up instead. The smaller girl grinds the thick strap-on head against the same wet, stretched spot. One push and she’s inside. Safari’s shoulders drop, face pressed to the mat, ass up and taking it, breath punching out in short, angry gasps. Madison sets a brutal rhythm, hips snapping, one hand yanking black hair back while the other slaps across a dark ass cheek. Every thrust forces Safari to stretch around the shaft, muscles fluttering, body caught between trying to escape and pushing back for more. Madison leans over, teeth at Safari’s ear. “You’re done,” she hisses, driving deeper. Safari fights the orgasm, fights the pin, but the pressure wins. She comes hard, thighs shaking, ass clenching around the cock still buried in her. Madison keeps the stroke steady until Safari’s body quits twitching, then she pins both shoulders flat and the ref slaps the mat three times. Elimination complete. Madison rises, strap-on glistening, chest heaving, ready for the next round. Safari stays on her knees, eyes on the floor, already out of the tournament.