Yona Giovanni vs Mary Harris: NAKED BED WRESTLING MATCH!!!

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Yona had never done a bed match before. It seemed rather odd and out of the brunette's depths as a fighter, but she wouldn't, and most certainly couldn't, say no to a challenge. Especially after the embarrassment from her last match, she needed to maintain her reputation as a deadly heel. However, she shuttered, her cheeks reddening as she remembered that one of the rules of this specific match was to be in your sleepwear, and for a woman such as Yona, she slept naked. It was as if God had decided that he wanted to drown Yona in embarrassment a bit more before she could continue to push her agenda forward. It wasn't exactly bad publicity to fight naked, and she certainly wasn't opposed to it, nor was she embarrassed by it, but coming off of her last match, she didn't exactly want to look like a helpless bimbo. Luckily, no one seemed to care much that she cummed herself last time, but now people would notice the trend of sexual humiliation. One thing she hated more than losing was being humiliated. Yona wasn't one for being ashamed to show her body, but to have said body conquered and put on display was truly shameful to her. She knew it was bound to happen, as she had little to no experience in this type of lustful sport. She was a wrestler, but she wasn't much of a grappler, so she'd either have a disadvantage or she'd be saved by the slight chance her opponent had no experience either. Even so, she took off her sweater and jeans, placing them by the door as she entered the small, claustrophobic room. Sweat trickled down her soft skin, and the girl noticed that there were cameras everywhere—overwhelmingly so.
At this point, she had to toss away her fear of defeat and start treating it for what it was—a battle of two women in their savage states. In a way, it comforted her as her heart raced with excitement and her eyes widened, rather aroused when put into those terms. She grazed her fingers over her lips, prepared to win. She sat on a bed that nearly took up the entire space; the skin on her belly was tight, and Yona's ribs were popping out from her sides. She was hungry, but that didn't matter. She wouldn't eat until she accomplished what she set out to do. She had enough meat on her arms to put up a fight, so she didn't care how her body withered down from an average gut to an hourglass build. Either way, she simply had to do this in order to fulfill her deal with her lawyer. He's been trying to get her to commercialize herself into being a jobber, knowing far too well that this was the opposite of what she wanted. He was trying to be her new manager, but now and then, he had to stop him from going too far with his ideas. One way she'd do that was by having him sell bootlegs of this match. She had to pay him somehow, and sadly, she had no money to her real name at the moment.

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