JENNY: Welcome back everyone. We’ve got a hardcore title match coming up, and I can’t wait to see it.
LISA: Devon Michaels won a hard fought battle last episode to claim the title, and I don’t think she’s
100% yet. Now she’s got to take on a completely fresh fighter in Latasha Marzolla, who has beaten down
two of the strongest women in this league. We might be looking at a changing of the guard tonight.
JENNY: Well we’ll just have to find out.
Latasha’s music hit the ring, bringing a mixed reaction from the crowd. The men’s cheers came through,
as the sexy fighter held her fist up, and shook her breasts towards the crowd. She was dressed in a blue
bikini, with skin tight shorts on, showing off every one of her curves. Latasha’s fists were gloved, and
she shadow boxed a little before heading down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the AFW Hardcore
Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Paradise, California, standing 5’ 6" and weighing in
at 120lbs…..LATASHA MARZOLLA!!!!!
Devon’s music started playing, bringing the crowd to their feet. The sexy Latina was dressed in tight
jeans, a red halter top, and knee high leather boots. Her hardcore title was hanging from her shoulder,
as the Hardcore Diva posed for the audience. She held her title up high, pointing at it, while staring at
Latasha. She slung the belt back on her shoulder before heading down the aisle.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing 5’ 2" and weighing in at 118 lbs, she is the AFW
HARDCORE CHAMPION….”THE HARDCORE DIVA” DEVON MICHAELS!!!
Devon entered the ring, posing with her title, then walked right up to Latasha and held it up right in front
of her face. Latasha merely smirked back at her.
LATASHA: You think that intimidates me? I’ve beaten up girls twice your size with my bare fists, and now
their letting me do whatever I want in a match? What the hell do you expect to do to me?
DEVON: Only this.
Suddenly Devon smashed Latasha across the face with her title, sending the blonde to the canvas.
LISA: Devon Michaels won a hard fought battle last episode to claim the title, and I don’t think she’s
100% yet. Now she’s got to take on a completely fresh fighter in Latasha Marzolla, who has beaten down
two of the strongest women in this league. We might be looking at a changing of the guard tonight.
JENNY: Well we’ll just have to find out.
Latasha’s music hit the ring, bringing a mixed reaction from the crowd. The men’s cheers came through,
as the sexy fighter held her fist up, and shook her breasts towards the crowd. She was dressed in a blue
bikini, with skin tight shorts on, showing off every one of her curves. Latasha’s fists were gloved, and
she shadow boxed a little before heading down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the AFW Hardcore
Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Paradise, California, standing 5’ 6" and weighing in
at 120lbs…..LATASHA MARZOLLA!!!!!
Devon’s music started playing, bringing the crowd to their feet. The sexy Latina was dressed in tight
jeans, a red halter top, and knee high leather boots. Her hardcore title was hanging from her shoulder,
as the Hardcore Diva posed for the audience. She held her title up high, pointing at it, while staring at
Latasha. She slung the belt back on her shoulder before heading down the aisle.
RING ANNOUNCER: And her opponent, standing 5’ 2" and weighing in at 118 lbs, she is the AFW
HARDCORE CHAMPION….”THE HARDCORE DIVA” DEVON MICHAELS!!!
Devon entered the ring, posing with her title, then walked right up to Latasha and held it up right in front
of her face. Latasha merely smirked back at her.
LATASHA: You think that intimidates me? I’ve beaten up girls twice your size with my bare fists, and now
their letting me do whatever I want in a match? What the hell do you expect to do to me?
DEVON: Only this.
Suddenly Devon smashed Latasha across the face with her title, sending the blonde to the canvas.
DING!
Devon picked Venus up, delivering a knee to her crotch, causing Latasha to scream in pain. Devon held
her up, before spinning around and clotheslining Latasha to the ground. Devon immediately jumped on
top for a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR….
Latasha kicked out, but still held her aching crotch. Devon backed up as Latasha slowly got to her feet.
Devon let out a scream, ran forward, and slammed a knee into the side of her head. Latasha hit the
ground dazed, as again the Hardcore Diva attempted a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE…
Again Latasha kicked out as Devon stood up posing. She grabbed her title and held it up again, before
aiming it at Latasha. Venus slowly started to get up as Devon ran forward looking for the killing shot.
Suddenly, Latasha launched a punch straight at Devon’s pussy. Devon let out a blood curling scream,
before hitting the canvas, nearly in tears, and holding her crotch.
JENNY: What the hell just happened? Devon’s sounding like she just got shot!!
Latasha stood up over Devon, letting out a sick smile. She slowly took off her glove, revealing a custom
made brass knuckle, with studs in the shape of skulls at the edges. The blonde kissed them, then got on
top of Devon in an MMA style mount, before throwing lefts and rights into Devon’s unprotected skull.
Devon’s eyes glazed over as a gash opened up above her eyebrow, and started pouring out blood.
Latasha got up, shaking her breasts, and taunting the crowd.
LaTASHA: What did I tell you? Some whore is going to beat a real fighter like me in a hardcore match?
Come on baby, show me something.
Venus picked up the Latina, delivering four straight headbutts to Devon’s wound, ripping it up even
more. Latasha laughed, before delivering another PLAYMATE BASH (4 consecutive headbutts) to the
wounded champion. Latasha just shoved Devon over towards the ropes, and the Hardcore Diva’s weight
was barely supported by them. Latasha posed for the crowd, before running forward and leaping in the
air, delivering a knee to Devon’s face, and sending the battered champion over the top rope.
JENNY: Latasha’s got a decisive advantage right now. Devon’s pouring blood!
LISA: This is getting really ugly. Latasha’s been trying to prove since day one that she was more than
just a pretty face. And you add in the full arsenal of MMA moves all at her disposal, and this thing might
be over already.
Latasha rolled out of the ring, grabbing the battered champion by the hair, and showing her blood
soaked face to the canvas. Latasha delivered another hard shot with the brass knuckles, nearly
knocking Devon completely out cold. Latasha smirked as she held Devon up on her feet, nearly
deadweight in her arms. She released the bloodied champion, but before Devon could fall, Latasha
lashed out with a roundhouse kick that connected right to her jaw. Devon crumbled like a brick, as
Venus posed her sexy body to the crowd again.
Latasha picked up the nearly limp champion, tossing her into the ring. Latasha reached under the ring,
pulling out a steel chair, and brought it into the ring with her. Devon was nearly motionless on the
ground, as Venus spread the Latina’s legs, placing the chair over her crotch. Latasha had a huge grin
on her face, as she kept Devon’s legs spread, then leapt up, and leg dropped the chair into Devon’s
crotch. The immense pain was enough to bring Devon back to a semi-conscious state, and she let out
another scream. That brought a smile to the blonde’s face, as she leapt up, delivering another legdrop
to the chair.
The blonde picked up the blood soaked Hardcore Diva and shoved her against the ropes, Latasha
draped Devon’s arms over the top rope and then pulled the second rope up over them, locking the
champion in place. With her opponent defenseless, Latasha unfastened the front of Devon’s top and
exposing the Latina’s ample breasts. The blood from the champion’s facial wounds quickly streaked the
voluptuous mounds.
LATASHA: Time to see how loudly you can scream.
The former MMA star began alternating lefts and rights as she battered the Hardcore Diva’s blood
streaked orbs. Devon’s screams filled the air as her breasts were pounded relentlessly; the brass
knuckles Latasha wore opening up small wounds on her tender flesh. Suddenly, the blonde dropped to
her knees and began slamming uppercuts into Devon’s crotch; her screams reaching piercing levels.
After a second flurry of uppercuts, the blonde resumed her battering of the champion’s breasts. Finally,
the challenger stopped, untied Devon and allowed her to collapse to the canvas where the Latina lay
moaning while she clutched at her mangled breasts and pulverized privates.
LATASHA: This is too easy. Of course I’ll hear all about you not being 100%, but let’s face it. I’d be
doing this even if you were perfect. Time to finish you off.
Latasha smiled as she removed her bikini and twirled it over her head, drawing cheers from the men in
the audience. Latasha picked up Devon, getting chest to chest with her, and applied a bearhug. Her
breasts were smashed right into the Hardcore Diva’s wounded orbs and the dominant blonde seemed in
complete control.
LATASHA: Come on, aren’t you some type of porn star? Shouldn’t your breasts be your best feature?
Latasha didn’t get any response from the beaten champion, as Devon’s blood soaked head slumped
against Latasha’s shoulder. The MMA fighter just laughed and pressed Devon’s head forward right into
her massive breasts, applying THE VENUS VICE (breast smother).
JENNY: Referee call this off. Devon’s done.
LISA: I know! Her face is just coating Latasha’s breasts with blood!
Latasha held the limp body of the champion up, smothering her unconscious. The referee came over
and lifted Devon’s arm up twice, and it fell down without any resistance. Just as the referee lifted the arm
a third time, Latasha dropped Devon, but lashed out with a spin kick, then blasted Devon across the jaw
with a spinning backfist, completing THE MARZOLLA MASSACRE (spin kick, then spinning backfist).
The blow was aided by the brass knuckles, and blood spat out of Devon’s mouth as she fell to the
ground unconscious.
LISA: I THINK SHE BROKE HER JAW!!!!
JENNY: That was amazing!
The referee immediately checked with Devon, as Latasha paraded around with her fist in the air. Blood
was streaming down Devon’s lips, and she was completely unconscious, causing the referee to call for
the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
RING ANNOUNCER: The referee has ruled that Devon Michaels is unable to continue this contest.
Therefore your winner and NEW AFW HARDCORE CHAMPION….LATASHA MARZOLLA!!!!!!!!!!
Latasha grabbed the title and immediately held it up over her head. She climbed on the top rope, and
held it high, while kissing it. She then held her brass knuckles in front of her and kissed them as well.
LATASHA: Look at me everyone!! I’m the champion! Not that fucking whore! I’ve got the most
dangerous fists in this company, and NO ONE is taking this title from me! You see what I did to her face
and her tits? I will do that to every woman who dares to challenge me for this title. Come ready to bleed
and ready to scream ladies…….I will be your worst nightmare.
LISA: That was a sickening display of barbarism. Thanks to those brass knuckles, Latasha not only
destroyed Devon, but did her best to disfigure and maim the Hardcore Diva.
JENNY: I think she might have succeeded. I’m sure Devon is going to need surgery on her jaw and her
breasts. Hell, Latasha might have broken her pubic bone with those shots.
LISA: Time for a break Jen. We’ll be back with another match after this.
Devon picked Venus up, delivering a knee to her crotch, causing Latasha to scream in pain. Devon held
her up, before spinning around and clotheslining Latasha to the ground. Devon immediately jumped on
top for a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR….
Latasha kicked out, but still held her aching crotch. Devon backed up as Latasha slowly got to her feet.
Devon let out a scream, ran forward, and slammed a knee into the side of her head. Latasha hit the
ground dazed, as again the Hardcore Diva attempted a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THRE…
Again Latasha kicked out as Devon stood up posing. She grabbed her title and held it up again, before
aiming it at Latasha. Venus slowly started to get up as Devon ran forward looking for the killing shot.
Suddenly, Latasha launched a punch straight at Devon’s pussy. Devon let out a blood curling scream,
before hitting the canvas, nearly in tears, and holding her crotch.
JENNY: What the hell just happened? Devon’s sounding like she just got shot!!
Latasha stood up over Devon, letting out a sick smile. She slowly took off her glove, revealing a custom
made brass knuckle, with studs in the shape of skulls at the edges. The blonde kissed them, then got on
top of Devon in an MMA style mount, before throwing lefts and rights into Devon’s unprotected skull.
Devon’s eyes glazed over as a gash opened up above her eyebrow, and started pouring out blood.
Latasha got up, shaking her breasts, and taunting the crowd.
LaTASHA: What did I tell you? Some whore is going to beat a real fighter like me in a hardcore match?
Come on baby, show me something.
Venus picked up the Latina, delivering four straight headbutts to Devon’s wound, ripping it up even
more. Latasha laughed, before delivering another PLAYMATE BASH (4 consecutive headbutts) to the
wounded champion. Latasha just shoved Devon over towards the ropes, and the Hardcore Diva’s weight
was barely supported by them. Latasha posed for the crowd, before running forward and leaping in the
air, delivering a knee to Devon’s face, and sending the battered champion over the top rope.
JENNY: Latasha’s got a decisive advantage right now. Devon’s pouring blood!
LISA: This is getting really ugly. Latasha’s been trying to prove since day one that she was more than
just a pretty face. And you add in the full arsenal of MMA moves all at her disposal, and this thing might
be over already.
Latasha rolled out of the ring, grabbing the battered champion by the hair, and showing her blood
soaked face to the canvas. Latasha delivered another hard shot with the brass knuckles, nearly
knocking Devon completely out cold. Latasha smirked as she held Devon up on her feet, nearly
deadweight in her arms. She released the bloodied champion, but before Devon could fall, Latasha
lashed out with a roundhouse kick that connected right to her jaw. Devon crumbled like a brick, as
Venus posed her sexy body to the crowd again.
Latasha picked up the nearly limp champion, tossing her into the ring. Latasha reached under the ring,
pulling out a steel chair, and brought it into the ring with her. Devon was nearly motionless on the
ground, as Venus spread the Latina’s legs, placing the chair over her crotch. Latasha had a huge grin
on her face, as she kept Devon’s legs spread, then leapt up, and leg dropped the chair into Devon’s
crotch. The immense pain was enough to bring Devon back to a semi-conscious state, and she let out
another scream. That brought a smile to the blonde’s face, as she leapt up, delivering another legdrop
to the chair.
The blonde picked up the blood soaked Hardcore Diva and shoved her against the ropes, Latasha
draped Devon’s arms over the top rope and then pulled the second rope up over them, locking the
champion in place. With her opponent defenseless, Latasha unfastened the front of Devon’s top and
exposing the Latina’s ample breasts. The blood from the champion’s facial wounds quickly streaked the
voluptuous mounds.
LATASHA: Time to see how loudly you can scream.
The former MMA star began alternating lefts and rights as she battered the Hardcore Diva’s blood
streaked orbs. Devon’s screams filled the air as her breasts were pounded relentlessly; the brass
knuckles Latasha wore opening up small wounds on her tender flesh. Suddenly, the blonde dropped to
her knees and began slamming uppercuts into Devon’s crotch; her screams reaching piercing levels.
After a second flurry of uppercuts, the blonde resumed her battering of the champion’s breasts. Finally,
the challenger stopped, untied Devon and allowed her to collapse to the canvas where the Latina lay
moaning while she clutched at her mangled breasts and pulverized privates.
LATASHA: This is too easy. Of course I’ll hear all about you not being 100%, but let’s face it. I’d be
doing this even if you were perfect. Time to finish you off.
Latasha smiled as she removed her bikini and twirled it over her head, drawing cheers from the men in
the audience. Latasha picked up Devon, getting chest to chest with her, and applied a bearhug. Her
breasts were smashed right into the Hardcore Diva’s wounded orbs and the dominant blonde seemed in
complete control.
LATASHA: Come on, aren’t you some type of porn star? Shouldn’t your breasts be your best feature?
Latasha didn’t get any response from the beaten champion, as Devon’s blood soaked head slumped
against Latasha’s shoulder. The MMA fighter just laughed and pressed Devon’s head forward right into
her massive breasts, applying THE VENUS VICE (breast smother).
JENNY: Referee call this off. Devon’s done.
LISA: I know! Her face is just coating Latasha’s breasts with blood!
Latasha held the limp body of the champion up, smothering her unconscious. The referee came over
and lifted Devon’s arm up twice, and it fell down without any resistance. Just as the referee lifted the arm
a third time, Latasha dropped Devon, but lashed out with a spin kick, then blasted Devon across the jaw
with a spinning backfist, completing THE MARZOLLA MASSACRE (spin kick, then spinning backfist).
The blow was aided by the brass knuckles, and blood spat out of Devon’s mouth as she fell to the
ground unconscious.
LISA: I THINK SHE BROKE HER JAW!!!!
JENNY: That was amazing!
The referee immediately checked with Devon, as Latasha paraded around with her fist in the air. Blood
was streaming down Devon’s lips, and she was completely unconscious, causing the referee to call for
the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
RING ANNOUNCER: The referee has ruled that Devon Michaels is unable to continue this contest.
Therefore your winner and NEW AFW HARDCORE CHAMPION….LATASHA MARZOLLA!!!!!!!!!!
Latasha grabbed the title and immediately held it up over her head. She climbed on the top rope, and
held it high, while kissing it. She then held her brass knuckles in front of her and kissed them as well.
LATASHA: Look at me everyone!! I’m the champion! Not that fucking whore! I’ve got the most
dangerous fists in this company, and NO ONE is taking this title from me! You see what I did to her face
and her tits? I will do that to every woman who dares to challenge me for this title. Come ready to bleed
and ready to scream ladies…….I will be your worst nightmare.
LISA: That was a sickening display of barbarism. Thanks to those brass knuckles, Latasha not only
destroyed Devon, but did her best to disfigure and maim the Hardcore Diva.
JENNY: I think she might have succeeded. I’m sure Devon is going to need surgery on her jaw and her
breasts. Hell, Latasha might have broken her pubic bone with those shots.
LISA: Time for a break Jen. We’ll be back with another match after this.
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