Strike out

A cornered animal is the most dangerous, as you demonstrate to Fen with a frenzy of forearms & chops. She meets your challenge & lets fly with her own flurry. You hit more but she hits harder, neither of you have the edge. You hit the ropes rock her jaw, she recoils with the same. You bury a knee in her solid abs, she repeats. You kick off her cunt, she kicks off your cock. You both groan, mirroring each others expressions.

Go down already!

You repeat your last shot at the thug's snatch, which she was ready for, raising a knee to block. Her roaring counter-kick absolutely destroys your manhood, lifting you off your feet, screaming like a bitch & falling into a fetal position. From above your hear Fen's pained hisses.

At least I did some damage, fat lot of good it did.

When your eyes stop watering you see her feet before you. Craning your head up shows that she's removed her thick leather belt, so she can stick her hand down her shorts & rub her sore pussy. The few cat calls she gets annoy her, she stares angrily at the crowd. You try to rise by climbing up the nearest thing, that being Fen's legs. They don't sway at all against your weight. But when you reach up & snag her shorts, they fall down, exposing her meaty cunt & rock hard ass. The cat calls explode out from the seats, & the thug is even less fond of them now. She almost squeals as she pulls them back up & pushes you back with a knee.

"Creep!"

"What, you a fucking prude or something?" Your gasping breaths rob your voice of any power.

Her foot stomps into your stomach & twists. "I did not let you in!"

After walking on your belly, she drags you up by your tights & folds you over, head between her thighs. Ring positioning tells you you're close to the ropes.

Powerbomb! Powerbomb! Do something!