SUMMER VENGEANCE TOURNAMENT MATCH UP! AMBER RAYNE VS BELLA ROSSI

The Annihilator stands five-five, one-fifty-five, Bella Rossi with the body that throws shadows. Rogue comes in five-three, one-oh-five, Amber Rayne, all lean muscle and hungry fight. 2009 Summer Vengeance, top sixteen, single elimination, winner fucks the loser. No mercy, no warm-up. Bella plants, Amber launches. The smaller girl meets every shove with teeth and elbow, drives her shoulder into heavy tits, claws for holds the bigger frame shrugs off. The scoreboard climbs closer than anyone expected. Bella grunts, surprised at the sting, at the slick sweat sliding between them. Amber keeps coming, hips bucking, fists gripping flesh. Each round ends in a scramble of limbs and curses, the lead trading by inches. The clock stops. Amber flat, Bella on top, the win sealed. The Annihilator straps on the monster cock, shoves the tip between stubborn cheeks, and drives it home. Amber spits, swears, but the thick shaft disappears anyway. Bella rides her down, hips pounding until the tiny wrestler’s thighs shake and the crowd hears every wet slap. The giant has the lightest girl on her belly, ass filled, the first round of Summer Vengeance over in sweat, curses, and a finishing fuck.