Miss Fisty Cuffs, The Draggin’ Lady, pins down the small masked fighter with her heel.
The crowd around them chant and call for the coup de grâce.
“Do you get it yet?” Fisty asks with a flare of her gregarious cape, “This isn’t just a fight, chico.”
The fighter struggles under the point of the stiletto.
“Si señora...” he tells her. The fighter now realizes what this is, “tis a SHOW!”
He yanks on Fisty’s extravagant cloak and tips her.
Unbalanced. Fisty's heel rises for a moment. Freedom! The fighter rolls to one side and ducks between Fisty's wide stance. The fighter lands on his knees and elbows. He sticks out his butt, he arches his back, and he kicks. The masked fighter’s foot strikes Fisty square in the asshole. Fisty yells out a gay obscenity as she stumbles close to the ring’s edge.
Fisty teeters unsteadily. She clutches her groin. She says, “Well played, hermano...”
The small masked fighter scoffs, “Si, you told me you were a professional... and I know for you, that means TUCKING your jewels en el valle.”
The fighter runs and launches a flying double kick at Fisty’s unguarded taint.
Miss Fisty Cuffs, the Glistening Latex Elbow, flies over the short railing. Punched out, knocked out, ringed out; a kicked dick tucked in a buck, routing the bout.
"Adiós, mi maestra."
The crowd screams.
The masked fighter raises a clenched fist in the air.
He proclaims, “Hola putas! I’m going to win it all tonight. I! AM! EL TWINKSTAR!”
The crowd around them chant and call for the coup de grâce.
“Do you get it yet?” Fisty asks with a flare of her gregarious cape, “This isn’t just a fight, chico.”
The fighter struggles under the point of the stiletto.
“Si señora...” he tells her. The fighter now realizes what this is, “tis a SHOW!”
He yanks on Fisty’s extravagant cloak and tips her.
Unbalanced. Fisty's heel rises for a moment. Freedom! The fighter rolls to one side and ducks between Fisty's wide stance. The fighter lands on his knees and elbows. He sticks out his butt, he arches his back, and he kicks. The masked fighter’s foot strikes Fisty square in the asshole. Fisty yells out a gay obscenity as she stumbles close to the ring’s edge.
Fisty teeters unsteadily. She clutches her groin. She says, “Well played, hermano...”
The small masked fighter scoffs, “Si, you told me you were a professional... and I know for you, that means TUCKING your jewels en el valle.”
The fighter runs and launches a flying double kick at Fisty’s unguarded taint.
Miss Fisty Cuffs, the Glistening Latex Elbow, flies over the short railing. Punched out, knocked out, ringed out; a kicked dick tucked in a buck, routing the bout.
"Adiós, mi maestra."
The crowd screams.
The masked fighter raises a clenched fist in the air.
He proclaims, “Hola putas! I’m going to win it all tonight. I! AM! EL TWINKSTAR!”
