keep her alive

You suddenly grab the punk girl’s hair, lifting her up and making a bit of a show of sparing her from the count. Ashley seems stunned and dizzy, but not really out anyway. It’ll make her more fun to play with.

You lift Ashley up by the hair, lining her up and tossing her into the turnbuckle. She hits with a slam, and you bounce after her, your weight shaking the ring before you leap up and smash your big Buddha belly in her face, rubbing your perfectly round gut into her and smothering her under your shapely fat.

“Is madmoiselle comfortable?” You giggle at her, but Ashley just thrashes as her outcries are muffled by your meat.