KERI'S KORNER XIV: THE OTHER WOMAN

By Dylan

Ashlyn is a woman never at a loss for words or surprised by anything; even when the cops came to raid her place a month ago. But tonight, just now, when the conclusion of the first event of the league's first night back ended in a brutal death, even Ashlyn doesn't quite know what to do. She wanted to up the ante to keep her distrustful fans loyal and she knew Keri's personal revenge against Aliya would be the perfect beginning, but she never expected Keri to outright murder her opponent in the ring; literally; not an accident, but pure premeditated murder. What is Ashlyn to do? Well, she just takes her cues from the crowd. No one left after it was over. No one called the cops…she hopes. In fact, their energy and bloodlust seem to be growing louder. There is chatter among the fans; not nervous, disgusted chatter, but excited invigorated chatter. What is Ashlyn to do? Not a goddamn thing except get the stage set for the next event of the evening. Keri disappeared from the place entirely; perhaps afraid of being caught; perhaps to contemplate what she had just done; perhaps she's just tired. The arena is hastily mopped up and Aliya's body is taken out of sight.

The 2 nd event of the night is yet another specialty match; a hardcore cuntbusting grudge match. Yes, that is one thing that will not change with the return of the league. All events will be centered around that low blow style of catfighting; that's what the fans want; that's what makes them bet as much as they do; that's what those sick fuckers will get; crotch-destruction at its finest; but how do you top what they just saw?

Ashlyn enters the ring and is as composed as she has ever been. “Well, I guess now you know we're not fucking around. Now, I want to tell you all a little story. Not so long ago, it seems one of my girls, a hot little Spanish number named Valencia”…(several cheers from the crowd who seem familiar with her)…”Yes, well she started to get more than a little friendly with one of you sick fucks out there named Brandon. Now, I've got no rules against that. I'm not going to stand in the way of love…or even a good fuck. No, the problem began when Brandon 's wife Yessica found out. Now, in my book, she should have just cut Brandon 's balls off and be done with it, but it seems she's very proud, and very vengeful. You see, Yessica's been in her fair share of scraps in the past and when she found out about our little club, uh, which she really shouldn't have Brandon . I may cut your balls off for that one.” Ashlyn starts to chuckle. “Well, Yessica just about jumped at the chance of destroying this man-stealing whore. And, well, here we are. Same rules apply for this fight; each fighter is allowed in one non-lethal weapon; 2 nd , the match does not end with a submission, although a submission is necessary. It ends after the submission only when the winner decides to stop it. So, if it's the wife who wins, we could be here all night. Now, Yessica is waiting just outside and Brandon, who's been out on his ass for the last couple weeks, has a little something planned to help fire her up just a little bit more. I'm honestly not sure who he's rooting for. Brandon , come on in.”

Brandon enters the arena with a folding chair, which he sits in, facing the crowd. Ashlyn continues, “Now, she's new to the club, so some of you know her, some of you don't, but I guarantee none of you will ever forget her after tonight. She's our own cuntbusting little whorita, Valencia .”

Valencia struts into the ring. The cage door is locked behind her. Ashlyn stays, but steps to the side. Valencia is a 5'2” petite Spanish knockout. Her skin is all oiled up and her olive colored skin glistens under the hot lights. She has a different look every time she fights. Tonight, her hair is its natural black color, with a few light brown streaks here and there; and flows half way down her back with just a little curl to it. She has a gorgeously seductive face, with cat-shaped eyes and blue eye shadow to accentuate it. She has Angelina Jolie lips, bright red, thick and luscious. She is wearing a one-piece bright blue thong unikini that barely covers her 34D breasts. Her oiled up body accentuates every tight muscle and curve on her fine body. Her blue cowgirl boots don't really compliment the outfit, but are obviously necessary tools for the cuntbusting to come.

Christina Aguilera's “Dirty” begins playing and Valencia walks over to Brandon and begins to give him a lap dance and she knows what she's doing. The crowd is growing wild and hard. About a minute into the dance, Ashlyn nods over to one of her heavies and he opens a door to the rear of the basement and in walks Yessica. She is a 5'3” mexican beauty with very finely sculptured facial features; high cheek bones, cute dimples and cat-shaped eyes, very much like Valencia 's. Her skin tone is gorgeous and just a tad lighter than her Spanish counterpart. Her raven black hair ends just below shoulder length. The rest of her is hidden underneath a brown overcoat.

As she walks through the unruly crowd, it takes her a few moments to gain her bearings. She looks a bit like a deer in headlights and very nervous. She is led up to the front of the crowd, right at the edge of the fence. Her small eyes grow wide with shock as she sees her husband facing her in the chair with Valencia grinding her ass on his crotch, also facing Yessica. Valencia sees her and waves with a big smile. Then, she grabs Brandon 's hands and puts them on her tits.

“You motherfucking whore!” Yessica screams. She runs over to the gate, which she finds locked. “Let me in,” she cries out. Brandon and Valencia continue to laugh. Val gets on her knees and unbuttons Brandon 's pants. She pulls out his hard cock and turns her head back to Yessica, whose face is beet red. “Hey, Yessy. Do you spit or swallow?” Val begins to suck Brandon 's dick.

“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” Yessica screams. After a few minutes, Valencia gets up and walks over to the fence by Yessica. Yessica pounds on the fence. “C'mon, slut. Fight! Let's fight!” Yessica screams. Very calmly, Valencia says, “First, I'm gonna fuck your husband in front of all these people, then I'm gonna fuck you…up.” Yessica continues to scream and pound on the fence as Valencia goes back over to Brandon . She pulls her unikini to the side by her pussy, then sits down on his cock and begins to fuck him in the chair. Yessica's screams of profanity are drowned out by the uproarious crowd. Valencia switches positions and fucks Brandon reverse cowgirl in the chair. She looks at Yessica as she orgasms loudly. She gets off his dick and blows him to finish him off. She even swallows his cum, but not before showing it in her mouth to Yessica.

“Mmmm. Tasty,” she says. Yessica is almost in tears, she is so furious. She is beginning to get dizzy from the mental trauma.

Ashlyn grabs the mic again. “Well, without any further adieu, may I present Brandon 's wife, Yess-i-caaaa!” One of the heavies opens the gate and Yessica enters. Her chest is heaving up and down and she is seething with anger. She takes off her overcoat and throws it at Ashlyn as she leaves the arena. The crowd applauds to her outfit. Yessica is wearing a sexy lingerie outfit. She didn't just plan to destroy Valencia . She wanted to look awesome doing it, and she's heard the stories from Brandon of the wild outfits the girls wear when fighting. On top, she has a black lace bustier, the cleavage of her 36Cs spilling over the top. Below the waist is a black lace thong bikini, a garter belt, with garters attached to a pair of thigh high fishnet stockings. On her feet is a pair of black knee high flat-heeled boots. Around her neck is a black collar. She is not oiled up like her opponent, but looks equally hot, but not nearly as dangerous.

Brandon walks past her with the chair as he leaves the arena and says, “Good luck.” Yessica sincerely says, “Thanks,” then kicks him square in the nuts. He falls to his knees, but makes his way out of the arena. The gate closes and the match begins.

They circle one another, or rather, Yessica circles Valencia . She can't wait to begin destroying the pussy that just got her man off, but she's hesitant to initiate. She wants to be smart and thinks that's just what Valencia wants. Valencia mocks yawning and brings her hand up to her mouth to indicate. She touches her lips and pretends to wipe some cum off it. She giggles and says, “Missed some.”

This just pushes Yessica over the edge. She can contain her fury no longer as she charges her enemy. A very skilled and acrobatic Valencia jumps up and grabs hold of some overhead pipes. She pulls her body up and flat across the ceiling, extending her whole body perpendicular to the floor. Yessica runs right under her. Val jumps down and before Yessica can turn around, she finds herself being grabbed by the back of her head and thrown hard into the concrete wall face first.

Valencia could follow up, but obviously is in the taunting phase of the fight. She backs up and lets Yessica recover. Yessica is outraged that she continues to be humiliated by this woman. When she turns around, she finds Valencia in the middle of the arena crouching down, like a baseball catcher. She spreads her sexy legs wide and pats her pussy with one hand, indicating for Yessica to kick it. Yessica takes the bait again and charges. Just as she is about to kick, Valencia moves to the side with electric speed and uses her legs to trip up Yessica, and down she goes flat on her face.

“Arrrghhhhhh!” Yessica screams in frustration. She pounds the floor and jumps up. She looks around and for a few seconds doesn't see Valencia , until she hears her whistle. She is in one of the back corners of the arena where two of the concrete walls meet. She is sitting on a turnbuckle seat that is affixed there. Her legs are spread. “Come and get me,” she says.

Yessica doesn't charge this time. She walks slowly and methodically, waiting for the trap. She stops when she gets five feet away from her. Valencia slaps her own pussy hard. “Put it right here. I'm serious this time. I fucked your husband and I deserve it,” she says. Yessica is not sure what to do. She's beginning to realize she may be in over her head. Is it really worth it? At first, she was set on making sure this cunt never had sex again, but now, she's beginning to bargain with herself. Let me just kick her pussy hard just once. Maybe that'll be enough and then I can leave. Valencia can see the wheels turning in her head. She puts her hands behind her head and spreads her legs further, as wide as they will go.

“Last chance,” Valencia says. Yessica goes for it. She takes a quick running start and sends her thick boot up between Valencia 's thighs and strikes a hard blow to her cunt. Other than her body jolting back from the impact, Valencia doesn't move. She doesn't even scream. Her eyes go wide with, what almost looks like enjoyment. This totally is not what Yessica had expected and it throws her even more off guard. It didn't even seem to phase Valencia and it was a pretty brutal kick. Chick must like the pain.

“And that's all I'm gonna give you, bitch,” says Valencia . Then, with lightning speed, she goes to her knees and sends a forearm uppercut between Yessica's legs, striking her cunt hard. Yessica has been in a couple of fights in her life, but has never been dealt a low blow. The pain is horrible and totally foreign to her. It's not like getting hit in the face or even the stomach. There is a sensitivity to the pussy that sends signals to the brain that make her go wild with agony. She drops to her knees in front of Valencia and cries out, “FUCK!”

“Guess my pussy's tougher,” says Valencia just before she slugs Yessica in the stomach, doubling her over while on her knees. Val gets up and addresses the crowd as she circles her prey. “You guys believe the balls…” She kicks Yessica hard in the ribs. “…on this stupid…” She kicks her in the gut again. “…fucking…” She kicks her in the stomach again. “…bitch?!” One more time in the gut. Yessica can hardly breathe and begins crawling away.

Valencia grabs her by the hair and pulls her up on her knees. “You should have done your homework before you decided to fuck with me, bitch,” she says. She doesn't notice Yessica reaching into her boot and coming out with a stun gun, which she uses on Val's leg. Val's body rattles and falls to the floor.

“You wanna fuck my man?” asks Yessica as she puts the gun to Val's crotch and shoots electricity through her body. Valencia's body jolts again in pain.

“FUCK THIS, YOU SLUT!” Yessica zaps her pussy again. Almost all forms of reason and thought leave Valencia's brain as she is incapacitated from the stun gun. She can't process anything but the pain. This is obviously Yessica's non-lethal weapon of choice she has brought to the fight. The third time Yessica zaps her adversary's cunt, Val's body jumps so high, it knocks the stun gun out of her hand. It hits the concrete floor hard. Yessica picks it up again and zaps her, but it doesn't work. It's broken.

As Valencia begins to come around to reality, Yessica smashes her in the forehead with the stun gun, smashing it to bits and laying the vicious man-stealing whore out.

“YEAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Yessica screams in her face. As Val lies semi-conscious on the ground, Yessica walks over to her legs and methodically spreads them apart; first her right leg, then the left. She backs up several steps, then runs in for the kick.

“OHMYGOD!” Val screams as she curls up in a ball.

“FUCK YOU!” Yessica screams down at her, equally as loud. “It hurt that time, didn't it?” She is finally getting her tasty vengeance. She wants to get in close and really cause some damage, so she gets on all fours and crawls over to her downed foe. She roughly grabs her legs, pulls her over onto her back again and wiggles her sexy legs between Val's. She picks her upper body off the floor slightly by her unikini straps covering her tits, then spits in her face. She follows that up by lifting her right knee in the air and sending it crashing down onto her cunt. She loves the look of anguish that follows and immediately sends a 2 nd blow.

Before she can raise her knee to give her a third, Val sends her own right knee upward and into Yessica's crotch. Yessica inhales quick and hard, not expecting the blow or the intense pain that accompanies it. She was just getting over the pain of her last pussy lashing…and now this. She starts to fall to one side, but Val grabs her by her shapely hips and holds her in place as she pumps another knee between her thighs.

“Aw, shit!” Yessica yelps. She reaches down to rake Val's eyes out, but before her talons reach her intended target, Val tosses her off. Both girls are wobbly getting to their feet, Val by the fence and Yessica across the way near the wall. Valencia is very dizzy once she is up from the after effects of the stun-gun. She leans on the fence for support, then turns towards the crowd. She addresses a fat dude with a cup of beer in his hand.

“Hit me,” she says. He throws the beer in her face, and she shakes the cobwebs off. Yessica is standing, but breathing slow and heavy crouched over with her hands on her thighs. Val takes a step, then experiences sharp pain in her twat. She's never let a girl get the better of her like this before. She holds her crotch and whispers to herself, “Fucking cunt.”

There's no way a non-fighter is going to come in here and show her up like this. She sucks up the pain and rushes Yessica, who is not prepared. Val slams her into the wall and begins sending hard-fisted punches to her stomach over and over in rapid-fire succession. As Yessica begins to fall, Val holds her up by the throat with her left and continues to fire with her right. Her blows begin to get lower and lower. She's now smashing her gut just above her pelvis, pulverizing her ovaries. Yessica can't catch her breath to scream, but the agonized look on her face says it all.

Val suddenly sees a more tempting target. She pulls down the top of Yessica's bustier, revealing her round firm tits and starts making mince meat out of them. First, it's punches from the outside, then straight on hits, mashing her tits into her ribcage. The uppercuts are what begin to really take their toll on the latin beauty, though.

After about a dozen hits, Val latches her sharply manicured fingernails into her tits.

“You motherfuaaaaaa---“ screams Yessica as she feels her skin being pierced by Valencia's nails. Val pulls her away from the wall by her tits and walks her over to the other side of the arena, then tosses her into the fence. As Yessica bounces off, she begins to fall. Val rushes in and pumps her left knee up into her cunt hard. Yessica screams and leans on her shoulder. Val pushes her back against the fence, grabs her tits hard again and begins pumping her knee hard and fast into her pussy. The sound of the fence rattling mixed with bone smacking against bone echoes throughout the basement, with intermittent cries from poor Yessica. She tries to slump down, but Val stretches her tits upward and pulls her body up by them painfully.

“JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST!” Yessica yells.

“You want me to stop?” asks Val, out of breath, then knees her again.

“YES! PLEASE STOP!” Yessica answers, tears starting to form.

Val stops for a moment. There is a pause. “No!” She answers calmly, then drops down to one knee and sends a devastating uppercut to Yessica's cunt, parting her pussy lips with her knuckles.

“NOOOOOOOoooooooooo!” Yessica's roar turns to a whimper as she falls forward over Valencia's right shoulder. Val stands up, carrying Yessica now on her shoulder. She walks a few steps, then says, “Make a wish, bitch, cause I'm about to split you in two.”

Val dumps her off her shoulder and comes down with one knee on the ground and the other bent and Yessica is slammed down hard in a reverse atomic drop. Yessica's mouth opens wide into an “o” but no sound comes out. Her eyes are crossed and her thighs begin to tremble as they straddle Val's upper right thigh. Val returns her favor from before and spits in her face, before dumping her body down on the floor.

Val gives her no rest. Yessica feels her foot being grabbed and her body being dragged across the grimy floor on her stomach. Her tits hurt from being scraped across the concrete. “No more,” she cries out.

“Bitch, I'm just starting,” Valencia exclaims. She picks her up by the ankles and spreads her legs wide, forcing her face into the ground. Val then winds up her right leg and sends that pointed tip of her cowboy boot between those sweet thighs. Yessica's body flies up in the air, but Val keeps hold of her ankles.

“AAGGGGGGHHHFUCKNOMORE!” cries out Yessica. The tip of Val's boot nails her in the clit and Yessica is seeing stars. Valencia ignores and kicks her again, harder this time in the same spot. Yessica's body flies higher and this time Val lets go and lets her body go sailing.

“AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHHHH!”

Val drags her body to the fence and slams her face against it by Brandon.

“You think hubby's gonna want to fuck you now? You're gonna have no pussy left to fuck when I'm done! Give up, Yessica!”

“I give. Just stop! Please don't kick me between the legs anymore!”

“Tell me you want me to fuck Brandon.”

“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNTLICK!” Yessica is obviously not worked over enough. She doesn't see Valencia reach into her own boot for her weapon; a pair of brass knuckles. With Yessica's body against the fence, Val kneels down behind her and sends a brutal uppercut, landing the knuckles right into her pubic bone, severely bruising it and even forcing it to move slightly forward. The whole crowd “ooohs” from the bone crunching sound and the excruciating look on Yessica's face. Her eyes grow wide as saucers and she screams a high-pitched scream that can't be described.

Valencia turns her around and Yessica sees a crazed look on her face, as she experiences the worst pain in her life. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Yessica is pleading to anyone who will take mercy. Val punches her in the ribs with the brass knuckles; then knocks the breath out of her by slugging her gut.

“You know what I want to hear,” she says, then pulls her g-string to one side and jabs two fingers inside her. She cups the rest of her hand on the outside and squeezes her pubic bone hard. Yessica grits her teeth hard and whines. Val tries to lift her up by the cunt.

“OH GODDDDDDDDD!” screams Yessica.

“Tell me, cunt!”

“Fuck….Brandon.” Yessica eeks out.

“What?”

“Fuck my husband. Oh God! Anything! Just get your fingers out of my pussy!”

“Who asked for your fucking permission?” replies Val, then tosses her on the ground. Yessica's whole body is trembling and she writhes in agony. Val spreads her out on her back, lifts her legs by her ankles and spreads them wide. Then, she addresses the crowd.

“Should I stop?”

A huge resounding “NO!”

“Should I blast her cunt?”

“YEAHHH!”

Val looks down at her weeping victim. “Looks like I'm back by popular demand, bitch!” She lifts her cowboy boot and stomps her thick heel down right on Yessica's sexy mound. Yessica's body jolts upright and she screams. When Val lifts her boot up, Yessica covers her crotch with her hands, which get stomped repeatedly. When she can't take her fingers getting crushed anymore, she's forced to retreat and allow Valencia to continue her crotch stomping session that sends her to another universe of pain. Val is mercilessly relentless, not giving her any time to recover between blows. They come faster and harder. Val's face is pure joy. Yessica's is a tortured expression of pure suffering.

5 stomps. 6. 8. 12. 15. Valencia is really working up a sweat. After the 18 th cunt splitting stomp, she jumps high in the air and comes down with her hardest. Yessica didn't think the blows could come any harder, but unfortunately for her, they do. Her eyes roll up into her head and she wants to pass out, but every stomp brings her back.

There are all these nifty new torture devices against the walls of the arena and Valencia wants to explore them all, but she wants to destroy this weak bitch's cunt with her bare hands even more. She kneels between Yessica's legs, and with the brass knuckles she still wears on her right hand, she reels her arm back. Yessica's face is streaming with tears and she is blubbering for mercy.

“please, Please, PLEASE! STOP! NO MORE!” she cries.

Valencia grins cruelly from ear to ear, “Not until I hear something break, you bitch.” And with that, Val crashes those nuclear knuckles atomically between Yessica's thighs, bringing an ungodly cry from her pouting lips.

Valencia leaves her twitching on the ground and goes to the fence to address the roaring crowd. “Side-bet, motherfuckers!” she screams. “How many rockets will it take, with the help of my little friend here…” (holding up the brass knuckles), “…to break this cutie's little pussy bone? I'm putting the over and under at 15. Place your bets, gentlemen.”

And the bets commence like crazy, all bets going through the house, of course. Ashlyn is gleaming. Valencia is fairly new to the club, but she is proving herself to be not only a great piece-of-ass-crowd-pleasing catfighter, but quite a smart businesswoman in her own right. As the betting continues, Val passes the time by going back over to Yessica and softly caressing her quivering body. She strips her of her g-string, which is barely hanging on anyway, and her bustier, leaving her with nothing on but her boots. She begins playfully kissing Yessica's tits and nibbling on her nipples. Yessica's eyes are almost puffed shut from her tears and she has no more fight left in her. The cunt blows have drained her of all her energy. She winces when Val softly rubs her clit. Val tries to sshhh her and gently pats her pussy.

Then, the bell rings, indicating the end of betting. Val immediately changes focus. She sits up between Yessica's thighs, adjusts the brass knuckles, kisses them, and then sends an uppercut so hard to the twat that her body slides a few inches back.

CRUNCH!

“AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!” cries Yessica.

And the cruel madness continues…Valencia's next brass knuckled punch parts Yessica's pussy lips and buries itself inside. She twists for good measure before bringing her arm back and sending it right back to the same spot again.

“I'm gonna fuck your man good, tonight.”

WHUP!

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Oh yeah!”

CRACK!

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!”

“Did that hurt, sweetie?”

BLAST!

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!”

The crowd counts as Valencia punches Yessica's cunt into oblivion. After the 10 th blow, Val really winds up and begins punching her hardest. Yessica's back arches upward and she pulls her own hair out and just keeps repeating the word ‘STOP'. Val's face is like that of a fierce demonically possessed psychopath. She lands her 15 th blow and half the crowd boos, as Yessica's pussy is still intact and they have lost their bets.

Valencia is out of breath as she says, “You are one tough nut to crack.” Ashlyn opens the cage door and Valencia turns to her and shouts, “I'm not through yet!”

“You're gonna kill her,” Ashlyn replies. She doesn't need two deaths on her hands in one night.

“Your rules, Ashlyn,” says Valencia. Yessica reaches her arm out to Ashlyn accompanied with a pathetic look. Ashlyn shrugs her shoulders at her and leaves the cage. Yessica's attention is brought painfully back to her tormentor with another fist to her abused crotch.

“GOD STOP! WHAT DO YOU WANT?” she cries.

“I want to hear something break,” replies Val. She picks her up by her tits and throws her into the back wall. She decides she will now rely on the help of some restraints. There are two simple ankle cuffs attached to two 2 foot chain links going into the base of the wall. The cuffs are very far apart. Val sits Yessica up against the wall and cuffs her right ankle. Then, she spreads her left leg very, very wide to reach the other cuff and locks her ankle in. She then pulls down a pair of handcuffs attached to another chain that hangs down from the ceiling against the wall. She raises Yessica's hands above her head and locks her in. Yessica now sits against the wall, her arms stretched above her and her legs spread much wider than what would be normally comfortable.

“Please, please, please don't do this,” whimpers Yessica. Valencia responds by pinching her nipples and pulling back hard, stretching them out and arching Yessica's upper body away from the wall, stretching her arms out.

“What I need is a little velocity,” Val says, then lets go of her nipples. Yessica goes crashing back against the wall. Valencia walks to the opposite side of the arena where the fence is; a full fifteen feet. She bends over and spreads her legs, putting her hands on her thighs and purposefully gives the crowd a great look at her great ass.

Yessica knows what is next and now finds the energy to raise her voice to the heavens. “NO! YOU FUCKING BITCH! DON'T DO IT! BRANDON! PLEASE! HELP ME!”

Useless. Val charges fast and even some of the crowd have to look away at the moment of impact. The tip of Val's boot finds Yessica's naked cunt with a force that has never been seen in this underground league, and a split second before Yessica's earth shattering screams begin, the unmistakable sound of a bone breaking is heard. Val raises her arms in victory. “YEAH BITCH! TAKE THAT!” she screams in Yessica's tortured face.

Yessica doesn't stop her screaming either. She is experiencing sharp pain that only grows worse with every second. Val rushes in and kicks her so hard in the stomach that it stops her screaming. She can't breathe.

“Shut the fuck up!” Valencia unmercifully says. “I know I said I'd let you go after I broke your cunt for good, but I've just got to see what this button does first.” She is referring to a button against the wall, by one of the chains that's attached to one of the ankle cuffs. She hits the button and with lightening speed, both chains attached to the ankle cuffs retract into the wall, forcing Yessica's thighs all the way open and flush against the wall. Yessica still can't scream, but her eyes say it all. With her arms stretched above her head, she looks like an upside down capital “T”.

Yessica's groin muscles protrude out from either side of her crotch. The strain on them is visibly cruel. They look like they're about to snap. It is a tempting target for Val who rushes in and sends multiple kicks to both of them, totally pulling them out and destroying them. Yessica begins convulsing and blood begins pouring from her crotch.

“So long, bitch,” says Valencia as she again backs up to the opposite side of the arena. This time Ashlyn opens the door again to stop this madness, but not before Valencia rushes her prey once more and kicks her hard in her now broken pubic bone. She can feel shards of bone splinter upon impact and Yessica's pubic bone, which usually stops momentum of the kick, now gives way, and to Valencia, it feels like she's just kicked through jello. Yessica's body convulses uncontrollably and her eyes roll up permanently into her skull.

She turns just as Ashlyn approaches and rubs her hands together. “Now, I'm done.” Ashlyn gives her a disapproving look.

“Stupid bitch had it coming,” Valencia says and leaves the ring.