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The crowd noise pressed in, thick and electric. Angela kept her eyes low, tracing the ring's canvas—a faded blue square under harsh, bright lights. Sweat already gathered at her temples.

Brandy shifted her weight, one foot tapping lightly near the center. Her gaze never left Angela’s shoulders. The air hummed with boos and cheers, mixing like a storm. Brandy’s jaw tightened. "Shoulda stayed home, Angie." Her voice cut sharp over the noise.

Angela’s head snapped up. Her eyes were flat stones. She didn’t speak. Instead, she stepped forward, closing the gap fast. The crowd’s roar spiked. Brandy flinched back—just an inch—but Angela saw it. A muscle jumped in Angela’s arm.

Then Angela swung. Not a wild punch. A short, hard blow right into Brandy’s stomach. The sound was thick, like hitting a sack of wet sand. Brandy gasped. Her mouth opened wide. She doubled over, grabbing her middle. The crowd screamed louder. Angela didn’t wait. She grabbed Brandy’s braided hair, yanking her head up. "Shoulda kept quiet," Angela hissed. Her knuckles were white where she gripped Brandy’s hair. Brandy’s eyes watered. She tried to pull away, but Angela’s hold was iron. Sweat dripped off Angela’s chin onto Brandy’s face.

Angela shoved Brandy hard. Brandy stumbled back, bare feet slipping on the slick canvas. She crashed into the ring’s corner, her back slamming against the top turnbuckle. The metal rattled. Brandy cried out. Pain flashed across her face. She bounced off the padded corner and staggered forward, dazed. The bright lights made her squint. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Her braids swung wildly. Angela was already moving again. She stalked forward, arms loose at her sides. Her eyes never left Brandy’s unsteady legs. The crowd chanted Angela’s name now. It felt like thunder inside the Garden.

Brandy pushed herself upright. She gasped for air. Her stomach still hurt from the punch. Sweat stung her eyes. She wiped her face with her arm. Angela was too close. Brandy tried to raise her fists. Too slow. Angela lunged. She clamped one hand behind Brandy’s neck. Her other hand grabbed Brandy’s jaw. The grip was brutal. Brandy’s eyes went wide. She tried to twist away. Angela held her tight. The crowd noise swelled into one huge roar. Angela leaned in. Her face filled Brandy’s vision. Then Angela kissed her. Hard. It wasn’t gentle. Angela shoved her tongue deep into Brandy’s mouth. Brandy froze. Her body stiffened. Shock flashed across her face. The crowd gasped. Then they screamed louder. Boos mixed with wild cheers. The bright lights felt hotter. Angela pulled back. Saliva glistened between them. Brandy spat on the canvas. Her cheeks burned red. "You crazy!" she yelled. Her voice cracked. Angela just smiled. It was a cold, sharp smile. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Old school," Angela said. Her voice was low. Rough. "No rules."

Brandy charged. Pure anger pushed her forward. She didn’t think. She just ran at Angela. Her fist flew wild. Angela ducked. The punch sailed over her head. Brandy stumbled past her. Off balance. Angela spun fast. She kicked Brandy behind the knee. Hard. Brandy’s leg buckled. She crashed down. Knees hit the canvas with a thud. Pain shot up her legs. She cried out. Angela was on her instantly. Angela grabbed Brandy’s arms. She twisted them behind her back. Brandy tried to kick. Angela used her whole weight. She pinned Brandy down. Face first. Brandy’s cheek pressed against the sweaty canvas. It smelled like rubber and dirt. Angela leaned close. Her breath was hot on Brandy’s ear. "Stay down," Angela hissed. Brandy struggled. She twisted her body. Angela pushed down harder. Brandy grunted. She couldn’t breathe right. The crowd chanted Angela’s name again. It sounded like a drumbeat. Loud and steady. Brandy felt helpless. Trapped. She hated it.

Angela didn’t stop. She shoved Brandy’s bikini bottom aside. Rough. Fast. Brandy gasped. Cold air hit her skin. Then Angela pushed into her. Hard. Brandy froze. Her eyes went wide. Shock locked her body. This wasn’t wrestling. This was something else. Something ugly. The crowd noise dropped. For a second, it got quiet. Too quiet. Brandy heard her own heart pounding. Thump. Thump. Thump. Some people screamed. Others just stared. Silent. Brandy tried to move. To push Angela off. But Angela’s weight was too heavy. Like a rock. Angela held her tight. Brandy felt tears sting her eyes. She blinked them back. Not here. Not now. Sweat ran into her mouth. It tasted salty. Bitter. She clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t.

When Angela had her way and was done she got up and strutted. Brandy crawled across the ring with her bikini bottoms halfway down her ass, exposing her crack. Her eyes were red from tears and sweat. She pushed herself up against the ropes. They dug into her back. The Brandy fans booed Angela.

Brandy pulled her bottoms up. Her hands shook. She felt sore and embarrassed. But anger burned hotter.  Her jaw clenched. She pushed off the ropes. Angela was posing for the crowd, arms up. Brandy charged. Not wild this time. Low and fast. She tackled Angela around the waist like a football player. They crashed down hard. Angela gasped as the air was knocked out of her. Brandy scrambled on top. She didn't punch. She clawed at Angela's back . Bright red scratches bloomed instantly. Angela screamed. Not pain. Pure rage. "BITCH!" she roared. Brandy dug her fingers in deeper. Sweat made her grip slip on Angela's skin.

Angela bucked wildly. She flipped them over. Brandy's head bounced off the canvas. Lights flashed behind her eyes. Angela grabbed a fistful of Brandy's braids. She yanked Brandy's head back. Hard. Brandy choked. Angela leaned down, her face inches away. "You done?" Angela hissed. Brandy didn't answer. She sucked in a sharp breath. Then she spat. A thick glob of spit hit Angela right on the back of her head. It slid down Angela's sweaty neck. The crowd gasped. Angela froze. Her eyes went wide. Disgust twisted her face. "Oh, you nasty," Angela whispered. Her voice was cold. Deadly cold. Brandy saw the fury rise.

Angela exploded. She slammed Brandy's head into the canvas. *Thump*. Again. *Thump*. Brandy saw stars. Her arms went weak. Angela kept pounding her head. Over and over. The sound was sickening. Wet. Brandy's vision blurred. Pain screamed through her skull. She couldn't think. She could only feel the thudding. The bright lights above swam into a white haze. Her body felt heavy. Like lead. She stopped fighting back. Angela stopped the head slams.

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Brandy lay still. Her tits heaved. Angela stood over her. Panting. Sweat dripped off her chin. It landed on Brandy's bare stomach. Hot. Brandy flinched.

Angela grabbed Brandy's ankle. She dragged her toward the corner. Brandy's skin scraped the rough canvas. She cried out. Angela didn't care. She hauled Brandy into the turnbuckle. Brandy slumped against the padded post. Her head lolled. Angela backed up a few steps. She bounced lightly on her toes. Eyes locked on Brandy. The crowd roared. They knew what was coming. Angela charged. Full speed. She aimed her foot right at Brandy's chest. The kick landed hard. *CRACK*. Brandy's head snapped back. Hit the metal post. Her eyes rolled up. White showed. She slid down the corner. A limp rag doll. Angela kicked her ribs. Once. Twice. Sharp stomps. Brandy curled into a ball. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Tears mixed with sweat on her cheeks.

Angela grabbed Brandy's shoulder. She flipped her onto her stomach. Brandy lay flat. Face down. Angela planted one foot on Brandy's back. She pressed down hard. Brandy groaned. Her cheek pressed into the dirty canvas. Angela bent low. She grabbed the waistband of Brandy’s bikini bottoms. She yanked them down. Past Brandy’s hips. Exposing her bare ass. The crowd gasped. Then laughed. Some booed. Angela slapped Brandy's backside. Hard. *SMACK*. The sound echoed. Brandy flinched. Her skin turned bright pink. Angela slapped again. Lower. Harder. *SMACK*. Brandy kicked weakly. Useless. Angela kept going. Slap after slap. Fast. Ruthless. Brandy’s ass cheeks jiggled wildly. Red handprints bloomed. The flesh wobbled with each smack. Angela grinned. Cold. Cruel. The crowd screamed.

Angela dragged her to the middle of the ring to finish her off with a pin. The ref got to two-- and somehow Brandy kicked out. Angela froze, stunned. Brandy rolled away fast, crawling toward the ropes. She hauled herself up using the middle rope. Her breath came in wheezes. The crowd went wild. Angela charged again, but Brandy ducked under her arms and shoved her backward. Angela stumbled over her own feet. Brandy grabbed her chance. She climbed the turnbuckle shaky. The crowd gasped. Brandy leaped-- a frog splash right onto Angela’s chest. Angela groaned. Brandy rolled off, but was unable to find the strength to get up.

They were both in too much pain to move. Brandy lay gasping, her ribs screaming from Angela’s kicks. Angela clutched her chest where Brandy’s frog splash had knocked the wind out of her. The crowd buzzed like hornets, torn between shock and excitement.

Above them, the massive jumbotron flickered. A close-up filled the screen—Angela’s sweat-slicked back, red scratches angry and raw against her dark skin. The camera panned slowly to Brandy’s heaving shoulders, her bikini top twisted, one strap dangling loose. Every bead of sweat, every trembling muscle was magnified tenfold under the harsh arena lights.

Angela groaned, rolling onto her side. Her ribs ached where Brandy’s frog splash had landed. She pushed herself up slowly, using her elbows as leverage. The canvas felt sticky under her palms. Across the ring, Brandy mirrored the movement. She dragged herself toward the ropes, fingers clutching the rough strands, hauling her battered body upright inch by inch. Both women swayed, unsteady as newborn calves, their breaths ragged and loud in the sudden hush.

Brandy struck first. With a burst of speed, she charged, arm outstretched stiff as iron pipe. Angela tried to duck—too slow. The clothesline caught her square across the throat. Angela’s feet lifted clean off the mat. She flipped backward, momentum carrying her over the top rope. Her spine arched unnaturally as she sailed through the air. The crowd roared as her head smacked concrete with a sickening crack. She lay motionless, limbs splayed like a discarded doll.

But Brandy didn’t stop. She rolled under the bottom rope and stalked outside. Grabbing Angela’s ankle, she dragged her limp body along the unforgiving floor. Dust and spilled soda stuck to Angela’s sweaty skin. Brandy heaved her toward the steel steps. Angela’s hip slammed into the metal edge. A low groan escaped her lips. Brandy yanked her up by the hair—Angela’s head lolled—and threw her shoulder-first into the ring post. The hollow clang echoed through Madison Square Garden. Angela crumpled, clutching her arm.

Brandy climbed onto the steps, towering over her rival. Her hands shook—not from fear, but fury. She seized Angela’s bikini top. The fabric tore with a sharp rip. Angela’s titties lay bare. The crowd gasped, phones flashing like lightning. Brandy didn’t hesitate. She hooked her fingers into Angela’s bottoms and tugged hard. The spandex shredded down her thighs. Angela lay fully exposed—naked and trembling on the cold concrete. Boos thundered from the rafters. Brandy kicked the discarded bikini away.

Angela stirred weakly. Her head throbbed where it hit concrete. She crawled—inch by painful inch. Her skin scraped rough floor. Footsteps echoed above. Voices shouted. She froze. Pressed herself against a cold support beam. Shadows swallowed her nakedness. She breathed in dust, spilled beer, fear. Her fingers trembled.

Brandy dragged her back. Hard. By the ankle. Angela’s bare skin screamed against concrete grit. She kicked—weakly—but Brandy’s grip was iron. "Think you’re slick?" Brandy hissed. She hauled Angela toward the ring steps. Angela’s hip slammed metal edge. Pain shot up her spine. She cried out—a raw sound. Brandy didn’t stop. Up the steps, into the ring. Angela flopped onto the canvas like a fish. Brandy stood over her. Breathing hard. Sweat dripped off her chin onto Angela’s exposed stomach.

Then Brandy grabbed her shoulders. Leverage. Momentum. She heaved—all her weight behind it. Angela went airborne. Over the top rope. Out into darkness. She crashed onto the announce table. Wood splintered. Plastic shattered. Microphones shrieked feedback. Angela lay stunned. Bare. Broken. Ringside fans scrambled back. Cameras zoomed in. Her tits rose and fell—shallow. Fast. Sweat dripped down her pussy onto her thighs.

Brandy climbed out slowly. Purposeful. Her boots crunched broken monitor glass. She straddled Angela’s hips. Her gaze locked on Angela’s exposed slit. Wetness glistened there--Brandy

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leaned down. Close. Her breath  cool on Angela’s skin. The crowd screamed. Boos. Cheers. Phones flashed. Brandy’s tongue darted out—quick. Experimental. Tasting salt. Heat. Angela whimpered. Brandy hooked Angela’s thighs apart wider. Her thumbs pressed into soft flesh. Angela’s legs wide open. Brandy’s tongue dragged slow—so slow—up Angela’s slit. Wet. Deliberate. Angela’s head thrashed. "N-no!" Her hands pushed weakly at Brandy’s shoulders. Brandy ignored her. She pressed her mouth flush against Angela’s pussy. Tongue deep. In. Out. Hard. Angela’s back arched off the broken table. A cry tore from her throat—half pain, half something else. Her fingers tangled in Brandy’s hair. Pulled. Brandy didn’t stop. She sucked Angela’s clit—hard. Angela screamed. Her hips bucked wildly.

Brandy finally pulled back. Saliva strung between her lips and Angela’s swollen flesh. She wiped her mouth. Grinned. Cold. Then Brandy’s hand flew. Not a punch. An open palm. Lightning fast. It cracked against Angela’s cheek. Hard. Angela’s head snapped sideways. Skin flamed red instantly. The slap echoed off the rafters. Stunned silence. Then chaos. Brandy didn’t pause. She slapped again. Opposite cheek. *SMACK*. Angela’s head whipped the other way. Tears welled. Her ears rang. Brandy grabbed Angela’s jaw. Forced her to look up. "That’s for my ass," Brandy hissed. Her other hand reared back—and slapped. *CRACK*. Brandy slapped again. *SMACK*. Across the nose. Angela choked.  Brandy slapped once more. A brutal backhand. *THUD*. Angela’s head bounced off the table. She saw stars. Her vision blurred. The crowd’s roar sounded muffled. Far away.

Brandy stood. Looked down. Her chest heaved. Sweat dripped onto Angela’s bare stomach. She bent. Hooked her hands under Angela’s limp arms. Grunted. Hauled Angela’s dead weight off the table. Angela’s bare feet dragged across broken plastic and wires. Brandy shoved her toward the ring. Angela stumbled. Bare skin scraped the rough ring apron. Brandy pushed her under the bottom rope. Angela flopped onto the canvas. Face down. Her legs splayed. Bare. Exposed. Brandy climbed in after her. She planted a boot on Angela’s back. Pressed down. Angela groaned. Brandy grabbed a fistful of Angela’s hair. Yanked her head up. "Look alive, bitch," Brandy spat. She dragged Angela toward the center. The ref scrambled over. Brandy shoved Angela onto her back. Rough. Angela’s eyes fluttered. Unfocused. Brandy dropped down. Her weight crushing Angela’s ribs. *One!* The ref slapped the mat. Hard. *Two!* Brandy leaned in. Her face inches from Angela’s. "Stay down," Brandy whispered. Savage. Final.

Angela’s eyes snapped open and kicked out.The kick was violent. Angela’s leg shot up. Caught Brandy under the chin. Brandy’s head snapped back. She flew off Angela. Landed hard on her back. The crowd noise exploded.

Angela rolled onto her side. Her ribs screamed. She pushed up. Shaky. Brandy tried to sit up. Too slow. Angela crawled over her. Like a wounded animal. They were both exhausted. Breathing ragged. Angela grabbed Brandy’s wrist. Weak grip. Brandy tried to pull free. Couldn’t. Angela lowered her head. Bit Brandy’s shoulder. Hard. Teeth sinking into sweat-slick skin. Brandy howled. Pain ripped through her. She bucked. Angela held on. Jaw clamped. Brandy swung her free hand. Punched Angela’s ear. Again. And again. Angela didn’t let go. She bit deeper. Brandy’s screams filled the arena.

Then it came. A cold missile from the cheap seats. A cup of ice. It sailed through the bright lights. Tumbled. End over end. It hit the canvas near them with a wet crunch. Ice cubes scattered. Skittered across the blue mat. Some slid under Angela’s bare leg. Cold shock. She jerked back. Released Brandy’s shoulder. A dark bite mark glistened on Brandy’s skin. Angela wiped her mouth. Spat. Brandy scrambled away. Her hand flew to her shoulder. Eyes wide. Hurt. Angry. The ice cubes lay melting. Little pools forming. The crowd roared. Cheering the thrower and the fighters. Chaos.

Brandy moved fast. Faster than Angela expected. Pain forgotten. Fury fueled her. Her hand shot out. Grabbed a fistful of melting ice. Cold water dripped down her wrist. She lunged. Not at Angela’s face. Lower. Her hand slammed against Angela’s bare crotch. Shoving the ice hard into Angela’s exposed pussy. The cold was instant. Brutal. Angela gasped. A sharp, choked sound. Her body arched off the canvas. Eyes bulged. The ice burned. A thousand needles stabbing her sensitive flesh. She tried to twist away. Too late. Brandy ground the melting ice deeper. Twisting her wrist. The cold bit into Angela’s clit. Raw. Shocking. Angela screamed. A ragged, high-pitched sound that echoed off the rafters. Tears sprang to her eyes. Unstoppable. The crowd gasped. Phones flashed. Capturing every flinch.

Angela’s legs kicked wildly. Useless. Brandy leaned her weight in. Holding the ice tight. Her knuckles pressed against Angela’s wet slit. "Like that, huh?" Brandy hissed. Her voice raw. Her own shoulder throbbed where Angela’s teeth had sunk in. "Try this." Brandy pulled her hand back. Only for a second. The ice was half-melted. Wet. Cold. She grabbed another chunk. Bigger. Rougher. Jagged edges. She shoved it back. Harder. Aiming lower this time. Past Angela’s pussy lips. Forcing it toward Angela’s tight asshole. Angela bucked. Her spine snapped straight. "NO!" she shrieked. Pure terror. Brandy pushed. Relentless. The cold was agony. The pressure unbearable. Angela felt the hard, frozen lump press against her opening. Brandy’s thumb jammed it forward. A brutal invasion. Angela froze. Every muscle locked. Her breath stopped. The cold spread inside her.

Brandy didn’t stop. Her fingers slick with meltwater and Angela’s juices. She pulled her hand free. Fast. Leaving the ice deep inside Angela’s ass. Angela gasped. A shudder ripped through her. She curled onto her side. Clutching herself. The cold burned inside. Brandy scrambled up. Stood over Angela. Breathing hard. Sweat poured down her face. Her shoulder burned where Angela had bitten her. She looked down. Saw Angela’s trembling fingers trying to claw at her own ass. Trying to get it out. Brandy grinned. Savage. She grabbed Angela’s jaw. Forced her mouth open. Angela’s teeth chattered. Cold sweat ran down her temples. Brandy shoved her fingers—wet, sticky, smelling of sex and sweat—deep into Angela’s mouth. Rough. To the knuckles. Angela gagged. Choked. Brandy twisted her fingers. Scraping Angela’s tongue. "Taste yourself," Brandy growled. "Taste what you made me do." Angela’s eyes watered. Her throat convulsed. She tried to bite down. Brandy pulled back. Fast. Leaving Angela coughing. Spitting.

Brandy stepped back. Her chest heaved. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. Eyes locked on Angela’s crumpled form. Angela pushed herself up. Shaky. Her knees buckled. She

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fell forward onto her hands. The ice shifted inside her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her back arched. Brandy didn’t wait. She charged. Boots slamming the canvas. Angela looked up. Fear flashed in her eyes. Too late. Brandy’s foot swung. A brutal stomp. Right onto Angela’s bare stomach. Angela folded. Air exploded from her lungs. She crumpled onto her back. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Silent. Brandy stomped again. Lower. Crushing Angela’s hip bone. Angela screamed. A raw, ragged sound. Brandy lifted her foot high. Brought it down hard. On Angela’s ribs. Once. Twice. Sharp, heavy stomps. Angela curled into a ball. Arms wrapped around her middle. Brandy’s boot landed on her spine. Angela’s body jolted. Her face scraped the canvas.

Brandy dropped. Fast. Knees first. Driving them into Angela’s lower back. Angela shrieked. Brandy grabbed Angela’s arms. Wrenched them behind her. Bent them up hard. Angela’s shoulders screamed. Brandy leaned all her weight forward. Pressed her chest flush against Angela’s bare back. Skin slick with sweat. Brandy hooked her legs around Angela’s thighs. Locked them tight. A brutal submission. Angela’s cheek pressed into the sweaty mat. Brandy’s breath was on her neck. Heavy. Panting. Angela’s body trembled beneath her. Every muscle strained. Useless. Brandy held her down. Trapped. The crowd roared Brandy’s name. A wave of sound crashing over the ring. "Brandy! Brandy! Brandy!"

Angela’s eyes snapped open. Pure rage burned through the pain. She bucked. Wild. Violent. Brandy’s grip slipped on the sweat. Just an inch. Enough. Angela twisted her head. Fast. Her teeth sank deep into Brandy’s forearm. Brandy screamed. Her arms flew open. Angela exploded upward. She scrambled to her feet. Her body ached. Her ribs screamed. But she was up. Brandy staggered back.  Shock on her face. Angela didn’t hesitate--she hit  her with a stunner. Brandy's face smashed into angela's shoulder. Brandy  folded over. Crushing. Brandy wheezed. Air gone. Brandy’s head snapped back. Her eyes rolled. She crashed to the mat. Flat on her back. Out cold.

Angela stumbled. Her legs shook. The crowd noise was a distant roar. She looked down at Brandy. Motionless. Angela’s chest heaved. Sweat stung her eyes. She spat on the canvas. Then she dropped. Hard. Her knees landed on either side of Brandy’s ribs. Angela’s full weight slammed down onto Brandy’s stomach. Brandy’s body jerked. A weak gasp escaped her lips.

Angela grabbed Brandy’s limp arms. She pinned them down flat beside Brandy’s head. Angela leaned forward. Her bare breasts pressed against Brandy’s slick skin. She lowered her face close to Brandy’s ear. "Stay down," Angela rasped. Her voice was raw. Broken. The ref slid in fast. Hand slapped the mat. *ONE!* The sound echoed. Loud. Final. Brandy’s eyes fluttered. Unfocused. Angela pressed harder. Her weight crushing Brandy’s ribs. *TWO!* The crowd roared. A wall of noise. Phones flashed like strobe lights. Brandy’s chest heaved. A gasp escaped her lips. Her fingers twitched. Weak. Angela held her breath. She pushed her forehead against Brandy’s. Sweat mingled. *THREE!* The ref’s hand slammed down. The bell clanged. Angela collapsed on top of Brandy. Exhausted. Victorious.

The arena erupted. Boos and cheers crashed together like thunder. Angela rolled off Brandy. She lay on her back. Staring up at the blinding lights. Her ribs ached. Her skin burned. But she’d won. The ring announcer’s voice boomed. "Winner… and advancing to the Ring Queen Tournament… ANGELA BASSETT!" Confetti rained down. Gold and silver streamers. It stuck to Angela’s sweaty skin. She pushed herself up. Shaky. Her legs trembled. Two referees rushed in. They helped her stand. Angela waved them off. She wanted to stand alone. She raised one fist. Weakly. The crowd’s noise surged again. A mix of hate and awe.

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5 posts? That's just weird.

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No it's not.

I split it up so people could read it in chunks and not have to worry about one long ass post

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Fantastic start to this tournament! Happy that Angela scored the victory! I was hoping for Angela to beat Brandy, she's my secret favourite in this tournament.