No question

The hits come raining down and I feel my heart pounding harder and harder. It doesn’t help that her ample ass is now grinding down on my cock while I receive this savage beating. The high I feel now is something that I haven’t felt against the fighters I have faced so far. They weren’t real challenges, not like this.

I buck my hips suddenly, and I hear Andrea gasp as she is bodily lifted from the ground as I break out into a wrestlers bridge that allows me to dump her to the side as I pry her legs off and now we are in a scramble again. She is fast enough to attempt to lock me into a guillotine, but before she can wrap her legs to complete the ****, I grab her by the hips, lower my center of gravity, and bring her flying over my head and slamming her into the ground. The wind is knocked out of her. I pounce.

Now most wouldn’t be able to tell this about the Hellcat, but she can be shy. If you were to take her off guard by, say, suddenly planting a passionate kiss on her lips, you’d have a couple seconds where she is totally at your mercy.

She is currently breatheless so I spring to my feet and similarly drag her to her feet and toss her against the cage. The moment she regains her breathe, I move in and kiss her. She is shocked, and for the briefest moment she too is lost in the insane mixing of pain and pleasure.

I pull back and see her eyes had closed. As she they fluttered open, I suppose she would have had the time to see my right fist moments before it connected to her jaw. They slam open as I am a mere millimeter alway from connecting. But my fist does not finish its journey.

She is gasping for air, completely lost by my bizarre offensive. She collapses, sliding down the wall and panting for air. I hear her mutter, “I yield”

The moment the words leave her lips the ceiling flies up and the walls fall away.

“AND YOUR WINNER, BY TKO! THE STRONGEST MAN! AAAAAAAAAAJJAAAAAAAAAAXXXX.”