Holly "The Hit Man" Heart (0-1) vs Wenona "The Gymnast" (0-0)

Holly Heart steps on the mat first. Five-six, one-forty, all muscle, eyes cold. Wenona follows, five-eight and lean, no nerves, just quiet hunger. Wenona has spent weeks in tag-team hell, chasing the Dragons’ belt. Now she’s back alone, hungry for blood and something more. Holly’s raw strength has dropped her opponents before, but experience is still a missing piece. Wenona closes that gap fast. Wenona catches Holly’s wrist, twists, drives her down. The blonde fights back, but Wenona slides behind, snakes an arm between Holly’s thighs, and sinks two fingers deep. Holly gasps. Wenona’s grip tightens, pulling her open, working her. Every twist forces Holly lower until her chest hits the mat and her ass lifts. Wenona adds a third finger, pumps, curls, owns. Holly’s legs shake. She tries to roll, but Wenona pins her shoulder, keeps the hand busy, fucks her harder. The strong blonde becomes a toy on the canvas, twitching, wet, used. Wenona’s calm face never changes; she simply takes what she came for.