The metal bar

As the two of you roll on the floor, your bare asses up in the air, your hands clutching your damaged sex organs, the crowd starts chanting, asking the Amazons to finish you off. And this being a show, there is no way the masked women won't indulge the audience.

They open some of the boxes that they had brought into the ring and take out several metal bars. They then begin to assemble a simple structure, with a metal bar suspended horizontally. At the same time, they bring a metal, tall stair next to the structure, as they prepare to finish off your crotches.

As the crowd cheers, enthused by this intricate finishing mechanism, some of the masked Amazons approach the two of you. They pick up you by the feet and spread your legs apart, exposing your red and swollen vulvas to the crowd.

-So who is it going to be the first one? asks the presenter. Who has the prettier pussy?

The crowd begins a shouting match, but, to your slight relief, the audience settles on the other girl's crotch. She gets picked up by one of the Amazons who carries her to the top of the stairs. The girl starts begging, asking the Amazon to spare her, but that's to no avail. She's going to get what's coming to her regarding of her pleas. The Amazon gets a hold of her stomach and raises her up in the air before jumping and landing on the metal-bar...the girl hitting the bar vulva-first. She clutches the bar for a second before falling off it and remaining still on the floor, her genitals utterly damaged.

And now it's your turn. Another Amazon picks you up. You try to fight her, but it's all in vain, her hold is way too strong for you to break out of it. Once you reach the top of the stair you try begging as well, again to no use. The masked Amazon whispers into your ear:

-Say goodbye to your clit, bitch!

And then she atomic drops you on the metal bar. The impact is extraordinarily painful, and you hear a loud POP as your clitoris gets crushed on the bar. You fall off the bar next to the other girl and start pissing on the floor while slowly passing out.

The fighting Amazons are done with you. Now it's time for the strap-on Amazons to work on your beautiful bodies.