Yes

Sunee squirmed and writhed underneath Damsel, but there was nothing she could do. She was far too exhausted. At the end of a tough match when both fighters are tired, the quick ones become slower but tall ones don't get shorter. Now Damsel's size advantage was all important.

She **** Sunee down and sat on her stomach, leaning forward and pinning her wrists to the mat with her hands. The **** catcher twisted and kicked with her legs. "Bitch! I'll kill you!" she screamed.

Damsel grinned and waggled her tits. "Say goodbye to these babies, Sunee, cos this is as close as you'll ever get to them."

The ref blew the whistle to stop the fight. damsel was the winner.