Traci Albrecht vs. Gail Hatzis

Traci could start to feel some threads snapping, encouraging her to get a bit more intense with her pulls. It was almost too easy, compared to her last two bouts, but she didn't mind that at all. "Ready to give up yet?" she asked sweetly, just before giving a very hard tug upwards.

The tugging only got worse, her bottoms were going to give way soon. And then Traci asked again if she'd give up. "...N-not a chance, bitch!" Gail thrashed angrily, which only served to dig the fabric deeper into her. The two strings that was keeping the skimpy garment were beyond their limit and... with barely a snapping sound, they were in Traci's hand.

There was a sudden loss of tension and Traci snapped upright, now holding Gail's bottoms in her hand. Well, what was left of them anyway. The crowd exploded now that one girl was now completely nude, and was surely about to get another good show.

Giggling as she tossed the scrap of cloth to the side, the green-haired sadist attempted to drag Gail over closer to the barricades and the crowd. Without a hint of hesitation, she quickly attempted to lock her victim in a single-leg Boston crab hold, making sure that Gail's bare and battered crotch was facing the audience.

Gail couldn't do much but look at the jeering pervs of the audience while Traci dragged her towards them. Traci waited no time at all to lock her leg up again, lifting it up and over, revealing what Gail did not want to be seen. "Y-you fucking bitch!"

Gail's face lit up red again, for whatever reason, the pain wasn't getting to Gail nearly as much as the humiliation. Her hands moved instinctively to cover her revealed crotch, but the cameramen were pretty good at finding all those exposed angles, displayed prominently on the big screen.

Traci's evil urges ran wild in her mind, her grin quickly turning sadistic as she exposed Gail for the world to see. Even if she couldn't see her victim's face, her meek struggles and futile attempts to cover herself were more than enough to tell Traci the hold was effective.

"Ready to submit~?" the green-haired beauty jeered, giving Gail's leg a hard tug.

Gail flailed on the ground, but she was just wasting her strength, there was no way she could escape from Traci now. Her leg was just a lever for Traci to pull whenever she wanted Gail to hurt.

And again Traci's question came, but this time, Gail's response was a bit less defiant. "Uuaah..! I... I-I submit!"

Traci heard Gail's submission, but maintained the hold anyway for a little longer. Jerking the girl's leg a few more times, just to be sure everyone would get a good look, the green-haired beauty finally let go.

"Why don't we do this again sometime~" Traci said sweetly before turning to leave, very much pleased with having dominated this match.

She almost thought Traci didn't hear it, she just kept tugging on her leg. But the victress finally let go of her leg. She watched the green-haired woman just walk away from her. "...D-ddamnit...! F-fuck you..." Even her angry words weren't very angry, she was just sore and beaten.

Gail turned her head away from the audience, trying to pretend they weren't there. She pretended they weren't snapping their pictures and having their cheap laughs. She was going to KILL Traci next time they met.