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Becky pounded away on Melissa, splashing in the beer beneath them. She smashed the latina's face into the floor. "Maybe once I ugly up that body of yours, you won't flaunt it so much, HUH Karen!?"

Meanwhile, Kim locked up with Amazon, the two shoving back and forth in a strain of muscle against skill.

“Go!” Amazon suddenly shouted. Chichi leapt up onto Kim Austin’s shoulders, springboarding off her back towards the duct and distracting her enough for Amazon to grab both her arms and yank them behind her back.

Chichi grabbed the edge of the duct. “HA! So long, suckers!”
“Not today!”

El Diabla leapt gracefully through the air, tagging the dangling Chichi with a flying dropkick. Chichi fell flat on her back, Diabla landing after her and applying a lying head-scissors. “I can at least see that a cheating weakling doesn’t get the belt.”

Chichi gagged as her strong thighs squeezed her neck, but she sunk her teeth into Diabla’s thigh, making her scream and let go. ”I’m gonna stomp you like a hopscotch board, bitch…”