Britney and Olivia entered a ring surrounded by a deadly barrier of concertina wire. The crowd erupted.
The bell rang, and five minutes passed with Britney and Olivia locked in a fierce, back-and-forth battle. They exchanged blows, kicks, and holds, each trying to gain the upper hand. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, anticipating the moment when one of them would slip up and come into contact with the razor-sharp ropes.
Britney landed a solid punch to Olivia's jaw, sending her backward, but she recovered quickly, grabbing Britney's hair and yanking her head back, sweat dripping down their faces.
Suddenly, Britney's foot slipped on the slick canvas, causing her to lose balance. She reached out to steady herself, her hand brushing against the concertina wire. The crowd gasped as the wire sliced into her skin. Olivia saw her chance and quickly jumped onto Britney's back, wrapping her arms around her neck in an attempt to force her face into the sharp edges. Britney struggled desperately, trying to break free from Olivia's grip as the crowd stopped breathing.
But Britney threw Olivia off her back. Olivia landed hard, the wind knocked out of her. Britney quickly scrambled to her feet, her heart racing and breath coming in ragged gasps.
Olivia ducked out of the way of an incoming superkick, and the momentum of the missed kick sent Britney stumbling, her arms flailing as she tried to regain her balance. The razor-sharp edges sliced into her leg.
Britney screamed as she collapsed to the mat.
A short-arm clothesline by Olivia sent them scraping over the concertina ropes and plummeting down to the hard concrete floor below.
The crowd cheered as Britney and Olivia landed in a tangled heap. The concertina wire had sliced through the bikinis, leaving shredded pieces everywhere. The Jumbotron zoomed in on their tits as they jiggled and dripped with sweat down onto their stomachs. Sweat dripped down into their ass from off their hair that stuck to their backs.
Olivia grabbed a chair wrapped in wire and swung it at Britney's head with all her might.
Britney countered by grabbing Olivia's arm and twisting it behind her back, forcing her to drop the chair. She slammed Olivia's face into the chair's metal seat
Olivia's screams echoed through the arena as Britney held her face against the wire, the sharp edges digging deeper with each passing moment. The crowd watched in horror, some cheering, others turning away in disgust at the brutal display of violence.
Britney sat on the cold concrete floor, her once glittering outfit now gone. Her body was a mess of cuts and bruises, a testament to the brutal beating she had endured. She stared off into the distance, her eyes vacant and unfocused, lost in a thousand-yard stare as the reality of her situation slowly sank in.
Olivia lay face down beside her, her body twitching occasionally as she struggled to maintain consciousness. Her bikini gone, revealing her jiggling ass cheeks to the salivating crowd.
Somehow, Britney found the strength to drag Olivia's limp, battered body back into the ring. She lifted Olivia and delivered a brutal German suplex into the concertina-laced ropes, the razor-sharp wire embedding itself deep into her skin. She repeated the suplex, slamming Olivia into each of the four sides of the razor ring.
She collapsed on top of Olivia's broken, barely recognizable form. 1...2...3! The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and shocked murmurs as Britney was declared the winner. She lay there, draped over Olivia, her own body battered and barely able to move.
