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

Round four opens raw. Rain DeGrey slips onto the mat with a strap-on she never checks at the door, and the crowd smells blood. Tia Ling is already on her back when Holly drops between her thighs and spears her pussy in one mean stroke. Rain wastes no time; she wedges that thick rubber cock straight up Tia’s ass and the two of them start pounding her like they’re racing the clock. Every thrust shoves Tia forward; every slap of skin draws another moan the audience answers. Holly’s blonde hair whips across her face. Rain’s black strands stick to her sweat-slick shoulders. They work in perfect rhythm—Tia’s holes stretched wide, no mercy, no pause. Isis watches, helpless, until Dragon pins her flat and grinds down hard enough to make her squirt in a hot, sudden arc that splashes across her own partner’s heaving chest. The crowd howls. When the whistle cuts the air, The Dragons walk off clean. The Goddesses stay where they fell—wet, wrecked, holes still twitching from everything that was taken from them.