Post by caspian2 on May 7, 2021 11:36:36 GMT
Exhibition: Emily Rose vs Vanessa Monroe
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Vanessa:
(5’10, 140 lbs)
BEFORE:
“Ladies and gentlemen - she hails from Fort Bliss, New Mexico, please welcome to the ring Emily ‘Sergeant’ ROSE!!”
A loud buzz of electronic music hits the airwaves as Emily Rose makes her maiden debut, striding up to the center of the stage before striking a pose with both hands on her hips, then pumping her biceps in the air with a grin. The tall and toned blonde marches down the ramp, full of confidence, dressed in her military garb from head-to-toe: a simple black sports bra to show off her toned midriff, with long green, beige and brown camo pants for maximum mobility. She’s wearing fingerless leather gloves and a military-style jacket wrapped around her waistline.
“I come into every fight determined to win,” Rose said earlier to reporters. “That’s how I was brought up in my family, and woe to any girl (or guy) who gets in my way.”
Rose exudes that same bring-it-on attitude as she makes ready in her corner in the ring, fixing her military attire, as her music fades.
“AND NOW, her opponent for tonight: she’s the Booty-Shaking Princess! Please welcome to the ring, Vanesssaaaaa Mon-ROE!!”
Dashing and sultry - that’s how we’d describe the woman now striding to the ring, what with that picturesque model features and sly smirk on the corner of her lips. Monroe often gets mistaken for her on-screen Vampire Diaries counterpart, but this wrestler couldn’t be further from the fictional character, having squared away other girls like BabyGurl in her maiden debut.
Tonight, she faces off against a newcomer as well, who doesn’t seem at all intimidated by the brunette’s general laissez faire and laid-back attitude, Emily Rose eyeing her opponent with a steady glare as Vanessa casually mounts the ring-steps, before posing with her arms draped across the top rope, a shake of her booty to the crowd before climbing through.
Monroe’s wearing her classic B Michael white pants and silver stripes, a silver white top with the word 'Vanity' sprawled across the back in large script. Her matching silver boots stride over to the other corner of the ring, where she repeats the iconic booty-shake to applause. Plenty of flash from this girl, which you can tell is not sitting well with her down-to-business opponent in the other corner. Emily already pacing impatiently, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue as though she’s utterly disgusted by this display of promiscuousness. If this was Monroe’s strategy of pushing her foe’s buttons early, it’s clearly working.
“You like that, dun cha??” Monroe shouts at Rose from across the ring, giving the military gal a final shimmy of her booty, just enough to turn Emily’s face pink-red.
Well, it’s clear that both women can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Referee obliges, waving for the bell to start! There’s the DING!, and HERE WE GO!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Lock up is firm and rough as blonde and brunette both wrap their arms over and around each other, chests heaving as they test the other’s strength. It’s a bad decision for the rookie, however, with Monroe coming in at least five pounds heavier, and the veteran fighter quickly using her bulk to drive the blonde back into the ropes, before shoving an elbow into Rose’s neck in an illegal choke across the top rope!
Referee counts rapidly - 1! 2! 3! 4!!! - too early in the morning for such disrespect as Monroe finally relents, retreating backwards and releasing the illegal hold on Emily’s windpipe. Rose looks a little stunned, drawing a deep breath whilst rubbing her neck with both hands. Monroe teasing, smirking, raising her hands again to invite the blonde in once more. Rose takes the bait, right hand raised to meet Vanessa’s, before DRIVING one of her military boots right to her gut!! OUCH!!
Payback is sweet indeed as the military gal calls the booty-shaker’s bluff, quickly wraps an arm around the head in a Frontal Facelock, before flexing her free arm and a smooch to her own biceps, FALLING backwards to bring the stunned Monroe along for the ride-- the Facebreaker DDT connects!! Monroe’s left flattened out on her chest with her face first hitting the ground, before the sultry girl bounces up and back onto her side with a loud groan!
Meanwhile, Rose seen strutting about and above, liking this early dominance. She picks a groaning Vanessa up by her hair, only to take a smacking fist to the midsection, Monroe stunned but still perfectly capable of swinging her fists in any direction. One or two more balled fists hits Rose square on the navel, bowling her over, but just as Monroe clambours up to her feet, she’s folded over as well by a retaliatory uppercut sent into her body. Girls left groaning into each other’s shoulders, taking turns swiping fists across the forehead or tummies, throwing each other backwards in mutual sprays of spit and grit.
Just before Emily can fire another haymaker to the lips, Monroe snaps a kick straight into her tummy, interrupting the move. The dark-skinned vixen has an “enough’s enough” look on her face as she grabs Rose rough by the hair, intending to end this melee once and for all. But before she can pull backwards to launch her signature kick, Rose interrupts as well with a sudden back-hand CHOP sent across her voluptuous chest, yet another wild swing echoes throughout the arena as Monroe reels backwards whilst clutching at her breasts.
It’s Rose’s initiative to CHARGE, her head down and shoulders squared - BLAM!! -- catches Monroe square on the midsection with a rushing Spear from nowhere! Vanessa groans as she’s cut in half, her back hitting the ground, her arms and legs splayed four ways! THERE’S THE COVER! Emily quickly smothering her chest, shoving an open palm into her cheek--
ONE…
TWO!!
KICK OUT from Monroe, who instinctively knows it’s too early to quit!
No matter, according to Emily Rose, who’s already back and hauling the booty-shaking brunette to her feet. Just as Vanessa makes it back up, however, she lunges her forehead forward, smacking a Headbutt between the eyes! OUCH! Rose learned not to assume her opponent is so easily out and helpless, especially in such close proximity. But that lesson sinks in too late, right after Monroe leaps backwards to safe striking distance, SHAKES THAT BOOTY for a split second before - WATCH OUT!! CRACK of her boot against the chin as THE FATALE KICK HITS outta nowhere! Superkick delivered straight to Emily’s face as the blonde gets sent down to the canvas!! COULD THIS BE IT?!? An immediate COVER from Monroe, who slides down to the side and HOOKS the leg high!
ONE…
TWO!
TH--NOOO!! Rose escapes the jaws of death as she kicks out of that finisher!
Monroe looking on dastardly from the side - perhaps she shouldn’t have gone for the finisher so soon, or perhaps her opponent’s made of sterner stuff! Either way, Emily Rose is left groaning, rubbing her jaw as she tries to turn her back over and onto her knees. Monroe swooping in fast after that initial shock, however, looks like she’s trying to set Rose up for the Finishing move one more time as she pulls Rose to her feet, then buries another guttural fist into her stomach to keep her stunned in place. One hand frames the dazed blonde’s chin, as though Vanessa’s readying her for target practice and a grand finale.
Vanessa leaps back one last time, poor Rose swaying dazedly on the spot. SHAKE OF THE BOOTY followed by a CLAP of the hands before the brunette LEAPS forward to jack the second FATALE KICK into the blonde’s face this evening, BUT IT MISSES!! Rose playing possum as she side-steps suddenly, leaving Monroe to go flying aimlessly to one side with an unmissed kick! Vanessa regains her balance awkwardly, spins back around in shock only to EAT a Big Boot Camp right to her noggin’, Emily Rose quickly rebounding on the ropes before sending her leather sole SMACK into the nose and lips!! OUCH!!
DOWN Vanessa goes, and THERE’S THE HOOK OF THE LEG from Sergeant!
ONE…
TWO!!
THRE--NOOO!!!
Monroe’s made of sterner stuff indeed, kicking out in the nick-of-time to break the referee’s count, and woe to the newcomer, who has her work cut out for her tonight, just like the rest of her life thus far. For now, some softening up still required, as Rose hauls the groaning woman to her feet before leading her by the hair to the corner, Monroe offering zero resistance as she’s shoved roughly back into the turnbuckle.
Emily takes a step back, drawing cheers from the crowd as she raises a biceps, does a little twirl and mocking butt-shake of her own right in front of her foe, before shouting, “THIS HOW YOU DO IT, HUH??”
Sudden rush at Vanessa as Emily smashes a short clothesline right to the windpipe, the impact pinning Monroe to the corner with a loud grunt. Another finger is raised to the crowd has them counting along for this next segment, with Rose balling her fist before landing them smack on Vanessa’s bronzed tummy, the blonde digging her knuckles into flesh with pik pak pik pak precision.
Theoretically, as the body shots continue, Monroe’s getting more and more winded, her body bowled over as the air is beaten out of her thick frame. But as Rose gleefully pulls back to deliver the eighth fist to her belly, Monroe lunges forth in renewed rage, grabbing the blonde’s hair with both hands, before ROCKING Rose across the chin with an European Uppercut!
More desperation than anything as the move does its job: Rose lets out a shout of surprise as she’s blasted away from Monroe in the corner, whilst Monroe herself sags back to catch some much needed breath. She doesn’t have too long to recuperate, however, with Emily seeing red after recovering from the immediate shock, RUSHES back at her foe with her head and shoulders cocked for another Shoulder Charge--
A silver boot catches Rose clean on the face instead! OUCH! Rose spun round, clutching at her jaw, even as Monroe mounts the middle turnbuckle with much difficulty, before the Brazilian LEAPS off just as Rose comes spinning back in time to meet her-- DOUBLE AX HANDLE lands to the top of Emily’s head, and the military girl CRUMPLES! Vanessa, still breathing hard, quickly drops down to the side to hooks the leg, effectively folding Rose in half--
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--NOT YETTT IT SEEMS!! Rose defies the odds as she kicks out YET AGAIN!!
Vanessa left flabbergasted, entirely winded as she gets thrown off to the side, taking a moment to compose herself before her eyes glint with more malice. Rose is still lying sprawled on the canvas in the middle, her chest rising and falling even as she squirms left and right. Monroe circling on her feet, pursing luscious lips, looking for the best angle to finish her off… she stops at Emily’s head, some inaudible taunts sent down into the blonde’s face, no doubt to rub in her dominance.
Monroe performs an elaborate dance ritual, shaking her ass from an angle above such that Emily has a front-row seat to whatever’s about to befall her, the sultry brunette at the same time hyping up the crowd for the infamous Cheeks Crusher. With Rose still looking subdued, Monroe breaks into a small sprint, bouncing off the side of the ropes - AND THERE SHE GOES, letting her booty fly forth and over, the Running Butt Splash aimed square for Emily’s face!
Only - Rose ROLLS AWAY at the last minute! And BLAM!! Vanessa lands HARD on her ass, no doubt feeling the impact to her tailbone for days to come, as she lets out a shout of pain that’s quickly silenced by a return Soccer Kick to her jaw, Rose having scrambled back to her feet before sweeping a leg low and angled, landing SMACK and sending Monroe back to the ground.
Rose, despite her military training, is also breathing hard by this point, eager to end this charade. “Get up, baby…” she hisses down, before delivering a boot into Vanessa’s midsection. Looks like she’s setting her up for a finishing move here, dragging one of Monroe’s arms between her thighs as Rose whips around back, where she holds the trapped brunette with one hand buried in her hair, the other leaving her bent over face-front, wither own dangling fingers draped under her womanhood. Rose can’t help herself to a little bit of explicit taunting of her own, gyrating those military hips back-and-forth as she leaves Monroe trapped in the most compromising of positions, before HOISTING her upwards with one hand still hooked around the back of her knee, the other wrapped across her chest and neck, before WHAMM -- Emily Rose HITS the DEF CON 5 (Pumphandle Slam - 00:00-00:13, www.youtube.com/watch?v=53GlSwLb5vo), one of Monroe’s legs still hooked to her head as she hits the ground! AND THERE’S THE COVER, Rose quickly using her upper body to pin the brunette’s face to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
THAT’S IT! Monroe’s left cradled and breathing hard, bundled up tight in the blonde’s clutches as her belly bleats and sputters for air - she ain’t moving throughout the entire three-count!
AFTERMATH:
“YOUR WINNER, BY PIN-FALL, EMILY ‘SERGEANT’ ROSE!!” the announcer’s voice fills the stadium, as Emily relinquishes her perch, catching her breath before rising to her feet.
What a back-and-forth match this was, with both ladies coming so close to putting the other away at multiple times. Emily happy with her debut win, but still rubbing salt into the wound as she does a mocking shake of her booty close by Monroe’s side, before rolling her eyes and pointing a gagging finger to the back of her mouth.
“She wanted me to kiss that ugly ass. No fucking thank you!” Emily says later whilst backstage. “In the end, Monroe got what she deserved. You don’t mess with the Drill Sergeant! EVER.”
Well, Monroe’s return to the ring didn’t go as expected, though the buxommed beauty still has loads to give if this performance was any indicator. For now, she walks away with another loss under that prized booty of hers.
Emily:
(5’9, 135 lbs)
Vanessa:
(5’10, 140 lbs)
BEFORE:
“Ladies and gentlemen - she hails from Fort Bliss, New Mexico, please welcome to the ring Emily ‘Sergeant’ ROSE!!”
A loud buzz of electronic music hits the airwaves as Emily Rose makes her maiden debut, striding up to the center of the stage before striking a pose with both hands on her hips, then pumping her biceps in the air with a grin. The tall and toned blonde marches down the ramp, full of confidence, dressed in her military garb from head-to-toe: a simple black sports bra to show off her toned midriff, with long green, beige and brown camo pants for maximum mobility. She’s wearing fingerless leather gloves and a military-style jacket wrapped around her waistline.
“I come into every fight determined to win,” Rose said earlier to reporters. “That’s how I was brought up in my family, and woe to any girl (or guy) who gets in my way.”
Rose exudes that same bring-it-on attitude as she makes ready in her corner in the ring, fixing her military attire, as her music fades.
“AND NOW, her opponent for tonight: she’s the Booty-Shaking Princess! Please welcome to the ring, Vanesssaaaaa Mon-ROE!!”
Dashing and sultry - that’s how we’d describe the woman now striding to the ring, what with that picturesque model features and sly smirk on the corner of her lips. Monroe often gets mistaken for her on-screen Vampire Diaries counterpart, but this wrestler couldn’t be further from the fictional character, having squared away other girls like BabyGurl in her maiden debut.
Tonight, she faces off against a newcomer as well, who doesn’t seem at all intimidated by the brunette’s general laissez faire and laid-back attitude, Emily Rose eyeing her opponent with a steady glare as Vanessa casually mounts the ring-steps, before posing with her arms draped across the top rope, a shake of her booty to the crowd before climbing through.
Monroe’s wearing her classic B Michael white pants and silver stripes, a silver white top with the word 'Vanity' sprawled across the back in large script. Her matching silver boots stride over to the other corner of the ring, where she repeats the iconic booty-shake to applause. Plenty of flash from this girl, which you can tell is not sitting well with her down-to-business opponent in the other corner. Emily already pacing impatiently, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue as though she’s utterly disgusted by this display of promiscuousness. If this was Monroe’s strategy of pushing her foe’s buttons early, it’s clearly working.
“You like that, dun cha??” Monroe shouts at Rose from across the ring, giving the military gal a final shimmy of her booty, just enough to turn Emily’s face pink-red.
Well, it’s clear that both women can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Referee obliges, waving for the bell to start! There’s the DING!, and HERE WE GO!
SOUND OF THE BELL:
Lock up is firm and rough as blonde and brunette both wrap their arms over and around each other, chests heaving as they test the other’s strength. It’s a bad decision for the rookie, however, with Monroe coming in at least five pounds heavier, and the veteran fighter quickly using her bulk to drive the blonde back into the ropes, before shoving an elbow into Rose’s neck in an illegal choke across the top rope!
Referee counts rapidly - 1! 2! 3! 4!!! - too early in the morning for such disrespect as Monroe finally relents, retreating backwards and releasing the illegal hold on Emily’s windpipe. Rose looks a little stunned, drawing a deep breath whilst rubbing her neck with both hands. Monroe teasing, smirking, raising her hands again to invite the blonde in once more. Rose takes the bait, right hand raised to meet Vanessa’s, before DRIVING one of her military boots right to her gut!! OUCH!!
Payback is sweet indeed as the military gal calls the booty-shaker’s bluff, quickly wraps an arm around the head in a Frontal Facelock, before flexing her free arm and a smooch to her own biceps, FALLING backwards to bring the stunned Monroe along for the ride-- the Facebreaker DDT connects!! Monroe’s left flattened out on her chest with her face first hitting the ground, before the sultry girl bounces up and back onto her side with a loud groan!
Meanwhile, Rose seen strutting about and above, liking this early dominance. She picks a groaning Vanessa up by her hair, only to take a smacking fist to the midsection, Monroe stunned but still perfectly capable of swinging her fists in any direction. One or two more balled fists hits Rose square on the navel, bowling her over, but just as Monroe clambours up to her feet, she’s folded over as well by a retaliatory uppercut sent into her body. Girls left groaning into each other’s shoulders, taking turns swiping fists across the forehead or tummies, throwing each other backwards in mutual sprays of spit and grit.
Just before Emily can fire another haymaker to the lips, Monroe snaps a kick straight into her tummy, interrupting the move. The dark-skinned vixen has an “enough’s enough” look on her face as she grabs Rose rough by the hair, intending to end this melee once and for all. But before she can pull backwards to launch her signature kick, Rose interrupts as well with a sudden back-hand CHOP sent across her voluptuous chest, yet another wild swing echoes throughout the arena as Monroe reels backwards whilst clutching at her breasts.
It’s Rose’s initiative to CHARGE, her head down and shoulders squared - BLAM!! -- catches Monroe square on the midsection with a rushing Spear from nowhere! Vanessa groans as she’s cut in half, her back hitting the ground, her arms and legs splayed four ways! THERE’S THE COVER! Emily quickly smothering her chest, shoving an open palm into her cheek--
ONE…
TWO!!
KICK OUT from Monroe, who instinctively knows it’s too early to quit!
No matter, according to Emily Rose, who’s already back and hauling the booty-shaking brunette to her feet. Just as Vanessa makes it back up, however, she lunges her forehead forward, smacking a Headbutt between the eyes! OUCH! Rose learned not to assume her opponent is so easily out and helpless, especially in such close proximity. But that lesson sinks in too late, right after Monroe leaps backwards to safe striking distance, SHAKES THAT BOOTY for a split second before - WATCH OUT!! CRACK of her boot against the chin as THE FATALE KICK HITS outta nowhere! Superkick delivered straight to Emily’s face as the blonde gets sent down to the canvas!! COULD THIS BE IT?!? An immediate COVER from Monroe, who slides down to the side and HOOKS the leg high!
ONE…
TWO!
TH--NOOO!! Rose escapes the jaws of death as she kicks out of that finisher!
Monroe looking on dastardly from the side - perhaps she shouldn’t have gone for the finisher so soon, or perhaps her opponent’s made of sterner stuff! Either way, Emily Rose is left groaning, rubbing her jaw as she tries to turn her back over and onto her knees. Monroe swooping in fast after that initial shock, however, looks like she’s trying to set Rose up for the Finishing move one more time as she pulls Rose to her feet, then buries another guttural fist into her stomach to keep her stunned in place. One hand frames the dazed blonde’s chin, as though Vanessa’s readying her for target practice and a grand finale.
Vanessa leaps back one last time, poor Rose swaying dazedly on the spot. SHAKE OF THE BOOTY followed by a CLAP of the hands before the brunette LEAPS forward to jack the second FATALE KICK into the blonde’s face this evening, BUT IT MISSES!! Rose playing possum as she side-steps suddenly, leaving Monroe to go flying aimlessly to one side with an unmissed kick! Vanessa regains her balance awkwardly, spins back around in shock only to EAT a Big Boot Camp right to her noggin’, Emily Rose quickly rebounding on the ropes before sending her leather sole SMACK into the nose and lips!! OUCH!!
DOWN Vanessa goes, and THERE’S THE HOOK OF THE LEG from Sergeant!
ONE…
TWO!!
THRE--NOOO!!!
Monroe’s made of sterner stuff indeed, kicking out in the nick-of-time to break the referee’s count, and woe to the newcomer, who has her work cut out for her tonight, just like the rest of her life thus far. For now, some softening up still required, as Rose hauls the groaning woman to her feet before leading her by the hair to the corner, Monroe offering zero resistance as she’s shoved roughly back into the turnbuckle.
Emily takes a step back, drawing cheers from the crowd as she raises a biceps, does a little twirl and mocking butt-shake of her own right in front of her foe, before shouting, “THIS HOW YOU DO IT, HUH??”
Sudden rush at Vanessa as Emily smashes a short clothesline right to the windpipe, the impact pinning Monroe to the corner with a loud grunt. Another finger is raised to the crowd has them counting along for this next segment, with Rose balling her fist before landing them smack on Vanessa’s bronzed tummy, the blonde digging her knuckles into flesh with pik pak pik pak precision.
Theoretically, as the body shots continue, Monroe’s getting more and more winded, her body bowled over as the air is beaten out of her thick frame. But as Rose gleefully pulls back to deliver the eighth fist to her belly, Monroe lunges forth in renewed rage, grabbing the blonde’s hair with both hands, before ROCKING Rose across the chin with an European Uppercut!
More desperation than anything as the move does its job: Rose lets out a shout of surprise as she’s blasted away from Monroe in the corner, whilst Monroe herself sags back to catch some much needed breath. She doesn’t have too long to recuperate, however, with Emily seeing red after recovering from the immediate shock, RUSHES back at her foe with her head and shoulders cocked for another Shoulder Charge--
A silver boot catches Rose clean on the face instead! OUCH! Rose spun round, clutching at her jaw, even as Monroe mounts the middle turnbuckle with much difficulty, before the Brazilian LEAPS off just as Rose comes spinning back in time to meet her-- DOUBLE AX HANDLE lands to the top of Emily’s head, and the military girl CRUMPLES! Vanessa, still breathing hard, quickly drops down to the side to hooks the leg, effectively folding Rose in half--
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--NOT YETTT IT SEEMS!! Rose defies the odds as she kicks out YET AGAIN!!
Vanessa left flabbergasted, entirely winded as she gets thrown off to the side, taking a moment to compose herself before her eyes glint with more malice. Rose is still lying sprawled on the canvas in the middle, her chest rising and falling even as she squirms left and right. Monroe circling on her feet, pursing luscious lips, looking for the best angle to finish her off… she stops at Emily’s head, some inaudible taunts sent down into the blonde’s face, no doubt to rub in her dominance.
Monroe performs an elaborate dance ritual, shaking her ass from an angle above such that Emily has a front-row seat to whatever’s about to befall her, the sultry brunette at the same time hyping up the crowd for the infamous Cheeks Crusher. With Rose still looking subdued, Monroe breaks into a small sprint, bouncing off the side of the ropes - AND THERE SHE GOES, letting her booty fly forth and over, the Running Butt Splash aimed square for Emily’s face!
Only - Rose ROLLS AWAY at the last minute! And BLAM!! Vanessa lands HARD on her ass, no doubt feeling the impact to her tailbone for days to come, as she lets out a shout of pain that’s quickly silenced by a return Soccer Kick to her jaw, Rose having scrambled back to her feet before sweeping a leg low and angled, landing SMACK and sending Monroe back to the ground.
Rose, despite her military training, is also breathing hard by this point, eager to end this charade. “Get up, baby…” she hisses down, before delivering a boot into Vanessa’s midsection. Looks like she’s setting her up for a finishing move here, dragging one of Monroe’s arms between her thighs as Rose whips around back, where she holds the trapped brunette with one hand buried in her hair, the other leaving her bent over face-front, wither own dangling fingers draped under her womanhood. Rose can’t help herself to a little bit of explicit taunting of her own, gyrating those military hips back-and-forth as she leaves Monroe trapped in the most compromising of positions, before HOISTING her upwards with one hand still hooked around the back of her knee, the other wrapped across her chest and neck, before WHAMM -- Emily Rose HITS the DEF CON 5 (Pumphandle Slam - 00:00-00:13, www.youtube.com/watch?v=53GlSwLb5vo), one of Monroe’s legs still hooked to her head as she hits the ground! AND THERE’S THE COVER, Rose quickly using her upper body to pin the brunette’s face to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
THAT’S IT! Monroe’s left cradled and breathing hard, bundled up tight in the blonde’s clutches as her belly bleats and sputters for air - she ain’t moving throughout the entire three-count!
AFTERMATH:
“YOUR WINNER, BY PIN-FALL, EMILY ‘SERGEANT’ ROSE!!” the announcer’s voice fills the stadium, as Emily relinquishes her perch, catching her breath before rising to her feet.
What a back-and-forth match this was, with both ladies coming so close to putting the other away at multiple times. Emily happy with her debut win, but still rubbing salt into the wound as she does a mocking shake of her booty close by Monroe’s side, before rolling her eyes and pointing a gagging finger to the back of her mouth.
“She wanted me to kiss that ugly ass. No fucking thank you!” Emily says later whilst backstage. “In the end, Monroe got what she deserved. You don’t mess with the Drill Sergeant! EVER.”
Well, Monroe’s return to the ring didn’t go as expected, though the buxommed beauty still has loads to give if this performance was any indicator. For now, she walks away with another loss under that prized booty of hers.