ROUND THREE: The Dragons (1-0) vs The Goddesses (0-1)

Round three opens with both teams locked at a stand-off. The Goddesses just snatched the lead—six points up, forty-nine seconds on the clock. The Dragons trail by exactly that margin after blowing a one-twenty-five-point hole in round one. Now the blonde Dragon claws her way back, face tight, hips driving. She lines the brunette Goddess, spreads her, and sinks the strap-on straight into her ass. The camera catches every slick inch disappearing between pale cheeks. The Goddess fights the stretch, but the Dragon keeps the rhythm brutal, relentless. Ten seconds. Nine. Another thrust rattles the frame. Eight. The scoreboard flickers. Seven. Sweat glistens across black hair fanned over the mat. Six. The Dragon’s free hand pins the Goddess’s wrist flat, the blonde’s breath ragged against the brunette’s ear. Five. Four. The Goddess bucks once, twice, forcing the blonde deeper. Three. Two. Final buzzer cracks the air. Crowd noise swallows everything but the sound of two bodies still grinding. One team leads, one team chases, and nobody’s finished yet.