No ma'am

“Let’s go somewhere more private and get to know eachother, hmm? I‘ll even throw in one of my famous makeovers.”

She dragged Chichi by the hair into the women’s lockerroom, the belt under her arm. It wasn’t exactly hiding, but she was really just looking to pass the time til the belt was officially hers.

She slammed Chichi’s face into the locker several times before sticking her head inside one and slamming the door on her neck. The little Asian girl wailed and sobbed.
“Please! Stop it!” she begged. “You got the belt! Lemee go!”

“No way, small fry. I promised you a makeover, and that’s just what you’ll get. Now hold still now…” She held up Chichi’s battered face and studied it, then took some makeup from one of the lockers. Instead of putting it on the young wrestler’s face, she drew a face on the wall with lipstick, eyeshadow, etc. She then bashed Chichi’s face into the spot, bringing her back with the makeup very roughly applied to her face.

“Like your makeover, tiny tits? Black and blue are really your colors. Now let’s get you some facial scrub.” She dragged Chichi towards one of the stalls.

As they went, there was some footsteps in the corner of the locker room. Timmy Luv wasn’t much of a fighter, but he’d gotten good at sneaking, at least. He’d swiped panties and such from this locker room plenty of times, and knew all the hiding places. He tiptoed to the belt laid out on the bench, with the girls splashing and sputtering by the toilets with their backs to him.

“About time a guy got a fair shot at the title,” he thought.