Block the punch!

You go to block Courtney's punch, but she's ready for you. As soon as you raise your arm, she throws a quick punch to your gut with the other arm, knocking the wind out of you.

Courtney takes advantage, delivering a decisive series of blows to your face that leaves you punch drunk and unable to stop her from tackling you to the ground and sitting on your stomach. She unleashes several more blows to your face before you can block, dazing you more as she shouts triumphantly.

"YEAH BITCH! WHO'S THE FUCKING QUEEN!? WHO WON!?!?"

"F-fuck..."

Courtney unleashes a wild flurry of strikes at your face, scratching you with her nails and dazing you further.

"Submit, bitch!"

She strikes you several more times until finally the stinging pain in your face drowns out your pride.

"Y-you... you win Courtney...." you mutter weakly and flinch away from her raised fist.

"THAT'S RIGHT BITCH! FUCK YES, FUCKING FINALLY!!"

Courtney throws another combo of hateful punches at you, seemingly venting all her frustration on your face.

"Nghh please... I give... I give..." you moan in pain.

She launches one more bloody fist at you, knocking loose what little sense you had left.

As you roll your head around, you see Courtney sitting atop your chest now, flexing her biceps and raising her bloodied fists in the air. The familiar click of phone cameras rings in your ears, accompanied by bright flashes.

"Guggh fffuuuck..." you sob.

Courtney scoots up further until her crotch is resting against your chin. Looking up at her, you see a mix of sneering condescending scowl on her face. She's shaking from adrenaline and there's a frenzied look of pure hate in her eyes.

"Kiss my cunt, bitch."