Canadian Hero Chad vs The Demonous Heather

You went back to the ring. You walk through the woods, smelling their oaky scents. You couldn't wait to win the 100000 g's and be rid of this show. You want to heads back home and begin your life with your harem of women.

You got back to ringside. Before you enter the ring for the last match of the day, you began to search for your watch. There are only your and Heather clothes left. You scrutinize both, not finding the item you needed at the moment. You knew you could take care of Heather without your watch, but having it would help ease your uneasiness.

You went ringside seeing the screaming gophers sitting down. They wait to see who would end up with the golden Chris immunity. You watch as Heather steps into the ring in her devil costume. Her body is incredibly tight in that outfit.

You got in the ring cockiness running through your veins. "Hello, beautiful. I hope we can have a fair match."

Heather laughs. "Okay. Lay down, and we can get this over with quickly then." She put her hands on her hips. She looks pretty serious. "I don't have all day, Chad." She aims her slender index finger to the mat.

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