Fistycuff Throwdown (Beth vs. Phoebe)

Phoebe laughed wickedly as she ripped the British girlâ€s cute little Lolita dress to pieces. She tossed the pieces of fabric around the cage-enclosed ring, scattering them so that Beth had no hope of ever collecting them all again. The costume would be permanently ruined. Sure, she probably had plenty more like it, but Phoebe felt good doing permanent damage to the girl and her property.

Once she had stripped the girl down to just a tattered remnant of her skirt, the cowgirl would stop tearing into her and stand up, admiring her work. The girl was still unconscious. To make sure she remained that way, Phoebe would haul her up onto her feet and, grabbing her by the hair, toss her into the side of their caged ring, letting her smack head-on into the iron mesh. “Howâ€s that, huh?” she would yell, walking over to the girl again and grabbing onto her.

“I have an idea for what to do with you,” Phoebe said, as the referee opened the entrance to the cage, allowing the cowgirl to exit, carrying her tiny opponent along with her. “It was just so nice of all these folks to come out to watch me kick your ass, so I might as well reward them.”

With that, Phoebe would carry Beth over to the audience and toss the girl into the crowd, intending to let them have their way with the naked, unconscious emo girl.

Beth's body would just shiver in pain, not waking up at all, but more of small twitches across her bruised, slightly naked body as herself was tossed into the crowd. Hitting the ground, hard as Beth would not stir, only with some members actually bothering to have a closer look at her, cheering for Phoebe as the winner of tonight's brutal match...

(Match finished, Phoebe wins.)