Kick & stomp

With all the finesse of a soccer hooligan, you kick off Fen's head. She flops onto her tits, you keep her there with stomps to her huge back, too fast to cover up from. But when you rear up for another kick off, she sweeps out your foot & sends you smacking down on the stage. The thug stands herself above you, holding her lumbar & hissing angrily. She hops off her feet to splash down across your belly with sheer mass.

Crap I'll be crushed!

You're not. By pure luck, the Masked Stranger has attacked you with a low dropkick that pushes you aside, & leaves her on the ground in your place. She gets splashed instead of you.

"Well well Ms. Stranger, you wanted to get involved." Announcer is holding back his laughter.

While they're still wheezing you splash down on Fen's back who presses into the stranger.

"Ooooooo..."

"Grrrrrrrr! Get off you big oaf!"

A hard slap across the mask shuts her up. For the first time you get your hands on your meddler, & it feels glorious. She freezes, stares up with a perfect mix of fear & anger. You almost unmask her right now, but the thug is still moving.

Business first, vengeance later.

You sit up on her back & swing your fist at Fen's head. The cracking of knuckle-on-skull hurts but you don't care. You swing left, right, left, right, the crowd chanting in time.

"No no no get up Fen, get your lazy ass up."

"I. Don't. Think. She. Can. Hear. You" Each word is interrupted by another punch.

You don't know how long your pendulous punches pound down. But after you lose feeling in your hands, you stop. Your foe is dead to the world, all her rippling muscle is stilled.

"Easy now John, you'll be punching the floor boards soon."

Sitting on your seat, cock & balls aching against her, sculpted frame damn near glowing with sweat. Suddenly, you drop down a few inches. Stranger has eked themselves out from under you 2. She's already bolting for entrance.

"This isn't over you son-of-a-bitch. I'll fucking get you!"