The mat room lay silent, the air heavy with tension and the lingering aftermath of a brutal beat down. The overhead lights cast a dim glow, partially illuminating the vast expanse of the blue mats. In the corner, Jocelyn Satin lay sprawled out, her body unmoving, a testament to the punishment she had endured. Her peach blonde hair, once vibrant and radiant, now draped haphazardly over her face, concealing any sign of consciousness. The bedazzled sequins on her two-piece bikini glimmered under the lights, the vibrant yellow and blue hues dulled by the layer of sweat and dirt that now clung to her body. Jocelyn’s head was planted firmly on the mat, her cheeks pressed against the cool surface. Her knees rested beneath her, slightly bent as if trying to prop up her motionless form. It was her ass, though, that became the focal point of attention. Thrust into the air without a care, it presented itself in all its vulnerability. Strikingly, a single piece of paper clung to her sweat-strained skin, covering her cheeks with the cruel message left by Knockoutman. She lay in a state of unconsciousness, lost in the dreamscape of her mind as she desperately sought refuge from the relentless pain and humiliation. Her breathing was shallow and labored, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Though her body appeared to be at rest, a discerning eye could perceive the faint twitches and trembles that betrayed her inner turmoil. The camera, ever watchful, zoomed in on Jocelyn’s face, capturing every detail of her slumbering form. Her normally radiant features were now masked by a mask of sweat and dirt, the aftermath of her brutal encounter with Knockoutman. Beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead, her delicate eyelids twitching ever so slightly as she dreamed, perhaps grasping for fragments of respite in an otherwise chaotic world. With each passing moment, Jocelyn’s unconscious state seemed to envelop her, further removing her from the cruel reality of her surroundings. As the camera lingered on Jocelyn, her form partially obscured by the darkness closing in, her personal pain became the center of attention. But for now, Jocelyn remained lost in the limbo between consciousness and dream, her body and mind working in tandem to heal from the devastation she had endured.

As the silence of the mat room hung heavy in the air, the camera suddenly shifted its focus, drawn to the sound of disturbance. Emerging from behind the curtains leading to the back, a chilling laughter echoed into the room, shattering the calmness that had enveloped Jocelyn. Emerald, clad in her captivating wrestling attire, made her entrance into the mat room, her fierce determination etched into every line of her face. Her jet-black hair, pulled back tightly into a ponytail, framed her stern features. But as her eyes fell upon the motionless form of Jocelyn, her laughter transformed into a malicious snicker.

“Aha! What do we have here?” Emerald’s voice carried a playful yet hostile tone as she pointedly surveyed the scene. Anger flickered in her dark brown eyes, intertwined with a hint of annoyance at the intrusion into her domain. As Emerald approached Jocelyn, her snickering continued, a smug satisfaction emanating from her every move. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a subtle flicker of frustration, a recognition that her plans had been disrupted by unexpected circumstances. Her laughter abruptly ceased when her gaze fell upon the note that adorned Jocelyn’s ass. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she plucked the paper from Jocelyn’s prone body. Her eyes quickly scanned the words, a cascade of emotions playing across her face. Smallz, towering behind her, watched on with curiosity, his expression one of utter confusion.

“Look at this, Smallz,” Emerald said, her voice dripping with both amusement and irritation. She thrust the note toward the monstrous figure, watching as he stared at it, utterly puzzled. Realizing his inability to read, she snatched the paper back from him, her brows furrowing in annoyance. Emerald’s gaze flitted across the words, her mind working quickly to craft a narrative that better suited her desires. With a wicked smile, she tilted the note, adjusting the wording to suit her devious intentions.

“Smallz, it seems that our dear Knockoutman has left us a little gift,” Emerald’s voice dripped with malicious anticipation. “He wants us to have some fun, to practice new moves, and what better way than with this jobber right here?” she pointed towards Jocelyn, a mixture of contempt and amusement lighting up her face. Emerald’s manipulative nature and thirst for dominance were on full display as she reveled in the idea of subjecting Jocelyn to their sadistic whims. The camera captured every nuance of her expression, eagerly anticipating the impending showdown between the reigning champion, the monstrous Smallz, and the battered Jocelyn Satin.

Smallz, his massive frame giving a slight shudder of excitement, gestured for Emerald to take the first turn. Emerald smirked, glancing at Smallz with a playful yet curious expression.

“Well, what shall we do first with our little toy here?” Emerald mused, her voice laced with sadistic anticipation. Smallz merely shrugged, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger for destruction.

Emerald’s eyes lit up with an idea. “Ah, I know,” she said, a wicked glint in her gaze. “Let’s see if she can withstand some belly blows. My belly torture has ended matches before.” Smallz nodded in agreement, his face a mask of silent compliance. Emerald positioned herself in front of Jocelyn, her powerful frame ready to unleash her devastating blows. But just as she was about to strike, Smallz, with an unexpected force, pulled her back. Confusion creased Emerald’s face as she questioned Smallz’s sudden interruption.

Smallz gestured with his hands, mimicking a sleeping motion, and then a sudden awakening. Recognition flashed across Emerald’s face as she understood his intent. “Ah, I see,” she said with a cruel smile. “We should wake her up first so she can fully feel the pain.”

Emerald took a step back, her right hand rising and then swiftly connecting with a sharp slap to Jocelyn’s ass. The impact, while powerful, did little to rouse Jocelyn from her unconscious state. Frustration etched itself into Emerald’s features as she watched her intended effect fall flat. Seizing the opportunity, Smallz took a step forward, his raw strength showcased as he administered a forceful slap to Jocelyn’s ass. The blow sent reverberations throughout her body, causing her to finally collapse onto her stomach, her ass no longer elevated in the air.

Emerald, determined not to be upstaged, devised a new plan. “I know just what to do,” she hissed, her voice a low grumble. With a surge of energy, she yanked Jocelyn’s head back by her hair, forcing her face off the mat. Jocelyn’s expression, when revealed, was one of immense sweat-soaked exhaustion, the remnants of her previous fight taking a toll on her worn-out body. As her head was forcibly lifted, the corners of her mouth slackened, a trickle of drool slipping from her lips, the embodiment of unconsciousness. Emerald released her grip with a mix of disappointment and satisfaction, allowing Jocelyn’s head to crash back onto the mat with a sickening thud. Smallz, seizing his opportunity for sadistic pleasure, stepped forward, and instead of merely yanking her up by her hair, he added an extra sadistic twist. His massive hand delivered a series of powerful slaps to Jocelyn’s face, back and forth, the punishing blows finally stirring her from her deep slumber. Jocelyn’s eyes fluttered open, her dazed expression revealing a mix of pain and confusion. The slaps from Smallz had not only awakened Jocelyn but also left their mark. Red imprints of his hand adorned her cheeks, a testament to the intensity of his assault. Slowly, Jocelyn’s senses returned, the reality of her dire situation washing over her like a dark wave. As Jocelyn blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, the camera captured her weary gaze, sweat-drenched and tinged with defeat. As the haze of disorientation slowly lifted from Jocelyn’s mind, replaced by a rising sense of confusion and fear, her heart quickened its pace. The last thing she remembered was the brutal attack by Knockoutman, and now, the sight of Emerald and Smallz in the mat room sent waves of terror coursing through her veins. Jocelyn’s eyes darted back and forth, taking in the menacing figures that loomed above her. Emerald, with her Latin beauty and chiseled physique, exuded power from every pore. Her taunting stare and the hint of a mocking smile on her lips sent a shiver down Jocelyn’s spine. Smallz, the towering monster, his muscular frame and imposing presence left an indelible mark on Jocelyn’s psyche. The absence of words from his silent form only added to the atmosphere of dread hanging in the air. As Jocelyn’s mind pieced together the reality of the situation, she couldn’t help but acknowledge the vast difference in their abilities and her own battered state. The stark contrast between her two tormentors and herself became painfully clear. Panic welled up within her as she realized she was in no shape to put up any resistance against this formidable duo.

In her slurred, almost incoherent state, Jocelyn found her voice, her words stumbling out in a plea for mercy. “Ple-please, just let me go,” she managed to stammer, fear etching itself deep into her voice. “I-I can’t… I can’t take anymore.”

Smallz responded with a low, menacing growl, his eyes gleaming with a twisted desire for pain. Emerald, seemingly amused, tilted her head and responded in a mocking tone. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice dripping with condescension. “You think we just gonna let you walk out of here unscathed?”

With a cruel smirk, Emerald continued, her words laced with malicious joy. “You see, Jocelyn, darling… you were our gift from Knockoutman. He wanted us to have some fun, to practice our new moves. And who better to try them out on than you?”

Jocelyn’s blood ran cold as Emerald’s words sank in. Her hopes of a reprieve, a chance to escape this nightmare, shattered with each cruel syllable. Understanding the futility of her pleas, she sank further into despair, helpless in the face of these sadistic rivals.

Emerald, reveling in her sadistic dominance, lunged forward and yanked Jocelyn up to her feet by a handful of her peach blonde hair. Jocelyn winced in pain, a mixture of agony and panic racing through her mind as she felt her roots being mercilessly pulled. She stumbled forward, her body obeying Emerald’s command of submission. With a tight grip on Jocelyn’s hair, Emerald forcefully guided her towards the side wall of the mat room. Jocelyn’s back pressed against the cold, unforgiving surface, further intensifying her discomfort. It was as if the very walls were closing in on her, confining her to her torment. Jocelyn’s eyes widened with dread as she realized her vulnerable position. The wall offered no escape, amplifying the pain she knew was coming. Her mind raced, bracing itself for the onslaught of each devastating blow, her exposed body would be at the mercy of her ruthless opponent. Emerald, savoring this moment of control, delighted in the torment she was about to unleash. The glimmer in her dark eyes grew fiercer, her determination unyielding. She relished in the thought of breaking Jocelyn, of leaving an indelible mark on her spirit. Positioning herself in front of Jocelyn’s defenseless body, Emerald steadied herself, her focus honing in on her target. She relished the anticipation, the knowledge that she held the power to crush Jocelyn’s will. With an air of confident sadism, she prepared to unleash a series of merciless belly blows that would leave Jocelyn gasping for breath and teetering on the brink of surrender.

Emerald’s knuckles tightened as she drew back her fist, then with a calculated precision, Emerald’s fist shot forward, an explosion of agony as it collided with Jocelyn’s unprotected belly. Jocelyn’s mind clouded with pain, her thoughts drowned by a wave of torment that rippled through her body. Her breath hitched, stolen from her lungs as the force of the punch sent shockwaves of pain coursing through her midsection. As Jocelyn’s body recoiled from the initial strike, her muscles instinctively tensed in a futile attempt to shield herself from the impending onslaught. Before Jocelyn could even recover from the first strike Emerald’s sadistic assault continued, her second punch landing with devastating accuracy. Another surge of pain coursed through Jocelyn’s already battered abdomen, robbing her of any shred of strength she had left. A strangled cry escaped Jocelyn’s lips as the agony intensified. Her body convulsed in response, instinctively curly inward, but Emerald’s beating showed no mercy.  Each blow felt like a hammer against her vulnerable flesh, bruising and weakening her with every hit. Emerald unleashed a relentless barrage of lefts and rights, each strike finding its mark and further eroding Jocelyn’s resistance. The once vibrant colors of Jocelyn’s bikini and the sparkles of her bedazzled sequin outfit now mingled with shades of red and purple, a vivid testament to the brutality inflicted upon her. Jocelyn’s body quivered with each hit, her vision beginning to blur as her strength waned. Each punch landed like a sledgehammer, her belly becoming a battleground of pain. The agony radiated outward, consuming her senses, overpowering any thoughts of resistance that still lingered within her mind.

With each hit, Jocelyn’s lips seemed to mime the words “”Please…” Jocelyn’s voice trembled, each word barely a whisper amidst the chaos of her anguish. “Please… stop… I surrender…”

 

Emerald, relishing in Jocelyn’s vulnerability, mocked her pleas. “Surrender?” she sneered, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Oh, but darling, the fun has only just begun.”

As the blows continued to rain down, Jocelyn’s vision blurred, her focus fading into a haze of pain. The once vibrant colors of her bikini began to merge with a sickly shade of purple blossoming on her battered belly, testament to the brutality of Emerald’s assault.

Emerald’s mocking laughter pierced the air, a cruel symphony to Jocelyn’s battered senses. “Is that all you’ve got, Jocelyn?” she taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. “Pathetic. I expected more fight from you.”

Jocelyn’s plea for surrender escaped her lips in a weak, breathless whisper. “I… give…just stop,” she managed, her voice feeble and laced with defeat. The pain had become too much, overwhelming her spirit and forcing her to yield.

Smallz growled and grunted, encouraging Emerald to continue her assault. His primal presence loomed over Jocelyn, a silent reminder of the futility of resistance. The room echoed with the sounds of pain and dominance, a battlefield where Jocelyn’s spirit lay broken and defeated.

Emerald, fueled by her sadistic desires and the encouragement of Smallz, drew back her fist once more, ready to deliver a final, crushing blow to Jocelyn’s already battered midsection. With a malicious grin dancing on her lips, then, in a final act of cruel dominance, Emerald delivered one last strike. The force behind the blow was like a seismic eruption, crashing into Jocelyn’s midsection with catastrophic force. Jocelyn’s body convulsed, her muscles spasming as her abdomen absorbed the full impact. It felt as though Emerald’s punch had split her in half, as if her body had wrapped itself around Emerald’s arm. The pain was unbearable, a torment that threatened to tear Jocelyn’s fragile consciousness apart. In that moment, all strength and resistance fled Jocelyn’s body. Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness slipping away like sand through her desperately grasping fingers. Darkness consumed her vision, swallowing her whole as she succumbed to the merciless assault. Gravity became her only ally as Jocelyn’s limp body sank against Emerald’s shoulder, her weight supported solely by the victorious aggressor. The sound of Jocelyn’s breath becoming shallow and ragged filled the room, a haunting reminder of the toll Emerald’s relentless assault had taken.

As Jocelyn’s drool trickled from her lips onto Emerald’s shoulder, a look of disgust curled Emerald’s lips. “Eww, gross,” she sneered, recoiling slightly. The camera, having caught the moment, adjusted its position to focus on Jocelyn’s slumbering face, capturing the droplet of saliva as it landed on Emerald’s shoulder.

Emerald shrugged her shoulder, causing Jocelyn’s limp body to slide down and hit the mat with a thud. “Don’t you drool on me, you punta,” Emerald spat, her voice dripping with derision. Jocelyn lay sprawled on the mat, unconscious and vulnerable, her body battered and broken from Emerald and Smallz’s relentless assault. The camera lingered over Jocelyn’s motionless form, capturing every bruise, every scrape, and the exhaustion etched upon her features. Jocelyn took in shallow breaths, a haunting reminder of the toll the beatdown had taken on her. Smallz, not one to miss out on the fun, stomped down on Jocelyn’s back with a powerful force. The impact caused her head to snap up, jolting her back to the harsh reality of her punishment. Confusion clouded Jocelyn’s eyes as pain shot through her body. She lay on the mat, her mind a whirlwind of disoriented thoughts. Her stomach, still throbbing from Emerald’s savage punches, felt tender and bruised beneath her. In a primal instinct to protect herself from any further torment, Jocelyn curled up into the fetal position. The agony radiating from her belly intensified, and tears welled up in her eyes as she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry of pain. The mat room’s pristine surface blurred beneath her vision, her surroundings fading into a haze of torment.

Smallz’s massive hand seized Jocelyn’s golden locks, yanking her forcibly to a standing position. Panic surged through Jocelyn, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized she was once again at the mercy of her tormentors. The room spun around her, her vision blurred by tears and pain. With a sadistic grin etched onto his face, Smallz applied the abdominal stretch to Jocelyn, his immense strength overpowering her feeble attempts to resist. His grip on her left arm kept it controlled and immobilized, preventing her from escaping his clutches. His left arm wrapped tightly around her neck, applying unrelenting pressure to her chest and abdomen. Each twist of Smallz’s massive body intensified the torment, stretching Jocelyn’s already battered abdominal muscles to their limits. Pain flared through her midsection, a burning agony that threatened to engulf her entirely. Jocelyn’s cries for release echoed through the mat room, desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.

Her voice cracked with desperation as she begged for mercy. “Please, let me go!” she sobbed, her voice raw with anguish. “I can’t… take anymore… please…” Her pleas were punctuated by each wrenching twist and agonized scream that escaped her lips.

But Smallz remained unmoved, his grip unyielding as he reveled in Jocelyn’s suffering. He bellowed with sadistic delight, relishing in the power he held over her. Jocelyn’s tapping on his muscular torso, her screams and cries for release, all went unnoticed by the monster that held her in his clutches. He continued to twist and pull, the pressure on Jocelyn’s abdomen intensifying with each yell and scream that erupted from her throat. Tears streamed down Jocelyn’s face, mingling with the sweat and dirt that stained her bruised skin. The excruciating pain pierced through her like a thousand needles, searing her entire being. She felt utterly helpless, trapped in Smallz’s clutches, her body and spirit broken. The mat room’s white walls seemed to close in around her, closing off any shred of hope she may have had left. Smallz, fueled by sadistic pleasure, gave one final violent yank on Jocelyn’s contorted body. The pain surged through her like a lightning bolt, piercing even the depths of her unconsciousness. Without realizing it, Smallz had pushed her beyond her breaking point once again, causing her fragile consciousness to fade away into darkness. Unaware of Jocelyn’s unconscious state, Smallz continued his relentless assault, yanking and twisting her body as if she were nothing more than a lifeless ragdoll. In the wake of Jocelyn’s unconsciousness, the mat room fell into an eerie silence. The once-piercing screams had been silenced, leaving only Smallz’s grunts and the sound of Jocelyn’s limp body being contorted in his sadistic clutches.

Emerald, watching the scene unfold, finally interjected with a mix of concern and annoyance. “Umm, Smallz, buddy,” she called out, her voice tinged with a hint of impatience. “I think you’ve proved your point. She’s out.” Her words hung in the air, a gentle reminder that Jocelyn’s beaten and motionless form no longer posed a threat.

Smallz, momentarily startled by Emerald’s voice, paused his assault. It took a moment for the realization to sink in, that Jocelyn had succumbed to her injuries and slipped into unconsciousness. Slowly, he released his grip on her, allowing her battered body to crumple to the mat in a lifeless heap.

Emerald approached Jocelyn’s motionless form, a mixture of concern and curiosity etched across her features. She crouched down beside her fallen opponent, gently nudging her with her foot. “What do you want to do next?” Emerald asked, her tone laced with a hint of boredom. “She’s out, so what’s the plan?”

With a powerful heave, Smallz grabbed hold of Jocelyn’s limp leg and arm, hauling her lifeless body up off the mat and onto his broad shoulders. Jocelyn’s back rested against the solid structure of Smallz’s shoulders, her body in a vulnerable and defenseless position. As Smallz maintained his grip on Jocelyn’s legs, he released his hold on her arm and shifted it to her neck. Without any warning, he wrenched backward, arching her back in a sickening display of power and cruelty. Jocelyn’s body contorted in the torturous position of a torture rack, her spine bending and straining under the immense pressure. The excruciating pain jolted Jocelyn back into consciousness, and her scream pierced the air with an intensity that echoed throughout the mat room. All coherent thought abandoned her, her entire being consumed by the searing agony that ravaged her back. No words could escape her tormented lips, only blood-curdling screams that spoke volumes of her suffering. Her cries of anguish reverberated off the white walls, a haunting symphony of pain that filled the suffocating silence. Jocelyn’s body convulsed with each yank from Smallz, her screams a plea for release from the unbearable torment he subjected her to. Every fiber of her being throbbed with unrelenting pain, her world reduced to nothing more than the searing pain that consumed her. Emerald, watching the scene unfold, observed Jocelyn’s anguish with a twisted mix of fascination and cruel satisfaction. She made no move to intervene, content to let Smallz continue his sadistic display. The room was engulfed in the cacophony of Jocelyn’s screams, the symphony of pain that served as a chilling reminder of her vulnerability and the sadistic power of her tormentors.

Emerald’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as she watched Jocelyn’s agonizing screams fill the room. The twisted satisfaction resonating within her as she basked in the torment of her competitor. She couldn’t help but revel in the pain, finding exhilaration in the destruction she witnessed.

Emerald let out a dark chuckle, her voice dripping with malicious intent. “That’s a good one, Smallz. I love where your mind is at. The torture, the screams of a tormented competitor, it gets me all wired up. Let’s see if you can stretch her even more, see if her feet can touch her head. I bet she can bend like that. And if not, who cares? She’s just another broken toy. We can always find another.”

Smallz, not one for words, simply shrugged in response to Emerald’s comment, the silent understanding between the two apparent. He stepped forward, his massive hands firmly gripping Jocelyn’s legs and neck once again. With a renewed determination, he began to pull, his immense strength pushing Jocelyn’s body to its limit. As Smallz strained and twisted Jocelyn’s body, her limbs contorted in ways that seemed almost unnatural. Her head slowly inched towards her feet, as unparalleled pain coursed through her body like a fiery inferno. She teetered on the precipice of unconsciousness, her vision blurring and her screams becoming more strained. It was in that moment, pushed beyond her physical and mental threshold, that Jocelyn succumbed to the intensity of the pain. A darkness washed over her as she mercifully lost consciousness once again, her body limp and unresponsive to the torment inflicted upon it. The pain had become too much, overwhelming even her unwavering determination. Emerald’s eyes glinted with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation as she witnessed Jocelyn’s unconscious state. Emerald’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched Smallz struggle to bend Jocelyn’s body even further. For a moment, there was a glimmer of hope that Jocelyn’s body would contort to the desired position, but the hope was swiftly extinguished.

Emerald let out a disdainful chuckle. “Well, I guess she can’t bend like that after all. Who knew?” She taunted Smallz, reveling in the disappointment that laced her words. “Well, buddy, looks like you’ve done it again. I think she passed out once more.” Curiosity got the better of Emerald, and she reached down, attempting to lift Jocelyn’s arm. But it flopped lifelessly, offering no response. “Yeah, you definitely did it again, buddy. She’s sleeping again,” Emerald scoffed, mocking the unconscious Jocelyn.

Smallz nodded, acknowledging Emerald’s observation. With astonishing strength, he hoisted Jocelyn high above his head, parading her around the mat as if she were nothing but an inanimate object. The sheer power and dominance radiating from him was palpable in the room. Without an inkling of mercy, Smallz flung Jocelyn down to the mat with an immense force. Jocelyn, still unresponsive in her unconscious state, had no resistance to offer. She hit the mat face-first with a resounding thunk, her body sprawled out face-down and motionless.

Emerald’s eyes sparkled with sadistic anticipation as she declared, “Okay, it’s my turn to inflict some pain on her.” With calculated precision, she gripped both of Jocelyn’s ankles tightly, her fingers digging into the flesh. In one swift motion, Emerald dropped down, planting her toned derriere firmly on Jocelyn’s back. The excruciating pain from the Boston crab hold jolted through Jocelyn’s body, piercing her senses. As the pressure intensified, a rush of agony and fear surged through her consciousness, snapping her back to reality. Her eyes shot open, brimming with pain, and her mouth let out a guttural cry of suffering. The intense pain fueled Jocelyn’s desperation, her survival instincts kicking in. She frantically pounded the mat, a plea for mercy and surrender. Each strike against the canvas reverberated through the room, an echoing cry for release.

Emerald let out a mocking laugh as she tightened her grip on Jocelyn’s legs. “Oh, my dear, you haven’t even experienced the full extent of this hold yet,” she jeered, reveling in the control she had over her opponent.

The pain in Jocelyn’s lower back intensified with each passing second, radiating through her entire being. It felt as if her spine was being contorted and twisted beyond its natural limits. The pain consumed her, provoking a mix of fear, desperation, and a primal desire to escape. Jocelyn’s screams mingled with her pleas for release, a symphony of agony and submission. She knew that the pain was unbearable, and the only choice she had was to surrender to Emerald’s dominance. The mat became the stage of her torment, her body twisted and straining under the relentless pressure. Emerald’s sadistic grin widened as she watched Jocelyn lay unconscious on the mat. The room was filled with an eerie silence, interrupted only by the sound of Jocelyn’s shallow breaths. Every inch of Emerald’s being relished the opportunity to engage in further torment, toying with her crushed and defeated opponent. With meticulous precision, Emerald shifted her position, unleashing a flurry of fluid movements. Her muscular thighs wrapped tightly around Jocelyn’s torso, capturing her in a relentless body scissor. The vice-like grip sent waves of pain coursing through Jocelyn’s already battered body, eliciting a muffled cry of agony. With Jocelyn’s body now firmly in her grasp, Emerald expertly maneuvered her arm in a viper-like motion, engulfing Jocelyn’s vulnerable neck. The grip tightened, cutting off the flow of oxygen to Jocelyn’s struggling lungs. Jocelyn’s eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated with fear and desperation. Emerald reveled in the sadistic power she held over her prey. Each playful smack to Jocelyn’s face echoed through the room, a mocking symphony of torment. The strikes jolted Jocelyn’s senses awake, tearing her from the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness. Her body twitched and writhed in a feeble attempt to escape the clutches of Emerald’s lethal hold.

“I just wanted you awake, Jocelyn,” Emerald hissed, her voice dripping with malevolence. “So you would know who and what did this to you.”

With her sadistic proclamation, Emerald tightened her grip, applying an excruciating squeeze to Jocelyn’s already constricted torso. Waves of sharp pain coursed through Jocelyn’s body, as her air supply dwindled with every passing moment. Panic filled her wide eyes as she struggled against the powerful hold, her movements growing weaker and more frantic. Jocelyn’s lungs burned, her body starved of oxygen. Desperation fueled her weakened limbs as she clawed at Emerald’s arm, trying futilely to loosen the merciless hold. But Emerald, the embodiment of sinister dominance, remained unyielding. As the seconds ticked by, the world around Jocelyn began to fade into an abyss of darkness. Her feeble resistance waned, her limbs growing heavy and limp. Emerald’s grip remained unrelenting, squeezing the life from Jocelyn’s battered form. And then, with a final gasp for air, Jocelyn succumbed to the merciless embrace of unconsciousness, a victim to the relentless power and sadistic pleasure of her tormentor.

Smallz, the towering monster, reached down and pulled Jocelyn up to a standing position. With an intimidating presence, he stared down at her with his soulless eyes, relishing in the fear and vulnerability she displayed. Without warning, Smallz delivered a swift kick to Jocelyn’s gut, doubling her over in excruciating pain. Gasping for air, Jocelyn clutched her abdomen, her body momentarily weakened from the force of the blow. But Smallz wasn’t done showcasing his power. With a display of unparalleled strength, he wrapped his massive arms tightly around Jocelyn’s torso, lifting her up with ease. Jocelyn’s legs dangled over Smallz’s broad shoulder, her bikini-clad crotch uncomfortably close to his masked face. A mixture of humiliation and pain contorted her features as she desperately squirmed, trying to free herself from Smallz’s grasp. However, her struggles proved futile against his immense strength and unyielding grip. With a show of dominance, Smallz hoisted Jocelyn even higher, emphasizing his superior strength. The room reverberated with the thud of her body hitting the mat as Smallz executed a devastating powerbomb. The force of impact sent Jocelyn practically bouncing off the mat before coming to a painful rest on her back. The excruciating pain radiated through Jocelyn’s body, causing her to convulse and twitch uncontrollably. She writhed on the mat, clutching her injured back, a torrent of agony coursing through her. The room filled with echoes of her anguished moans as she struggled to find relief from the overwhelming pain that engulfed her.

Emerald, the dominant force in the league, looked down at Jocelyn with a sinister grin. “That was nice, but check this out,” Emerald taunted, relishing in the opportunity to display her own devastating moves.

With a swift movement, Emerald reached down, firmly griping Jocelyn by her hair, yanking her up from the mat. Jocelyn winced in pain, feeling the sharp tug on her scalp. She was helpless in Emerald’s clutches, her body still reeling from the previous pwoerbomb and all the onslaught it had endured. Emerald expertly maneuvered Jocelyn into a front facelock, her arm tightly wrapped around Jocelyn’s head. Jocelyn’s vision blurred as she battled to stay conscious, her strength dwindling by the second. In one fluid motion, Emerald swiftly executed a devastating DDT, driving Jocelyn’s head brutally into the unforgiving mat. The sickening sound of impact reverberated through the room, a sickening “crunch” that echoed all around. Jocelyn’s body went limp for a moment, before she instinctively clutched her throbbing head, her hands trembling with pain. The sheer force of the DDT left Jocelyn wracked with agony, her body convulsing and twitching in response to the brutal move. Waves of pain washed over her as she squirmed on the mat, her mind hazy and her ability to fight back dwindling with each passing second. With each twitch and convulsion, Jocelyn’s body relayed the excruciating ordeal she had endured, a testament to the brutality of Emerald and Smallz’s onslaught.

Smallz, taking his cue from Emerald, stepped forward with a confident stride, the embodiment of ruthless power.

Emerald scoffed at Jocelyn’s state, shaking her head in disbelief. “This dummy doesn’t even know how to pass out right,” she mocked, relinquishing Jocelyn to Smallz for his turn.

Smallz wasted no time, fiercely yanking Jocelyn up from the mat once again. His massive arms enveloped her body in a bone-crushing bearhug, exerting excruciating pressure that squeezed the air out of her lungs. Jocelyn’s already ravaged body offered little resistance as she succumbed to the relentless hold. Slowly, her limbs went limp, her eyes widening in a moment of agonizing realization. The vice-like grip of Smallz’s bearhug was too much for Jocelyn to bear. Her body grew still, her eyes showing only the whites before rolling all the way back into her head. She lost consciousness, surrendering to the unbearable pain and torment inflicted upon her. Her limp body hung loosely in Smallz’s grasp, a lifeless doll in the monster’s clutches. Smallz maintained his grip, swinging Jocelyn’s unconscious form back and forth as a display of his dominance. The room filled with the sickening sound of her limp body being manipulated by the powerful force of Smallz. It seemed like an eternity before Emerald finally stepped forward.

“Smallz, you did it, she’s out!” Emerald exclaimed, excitement coursing through her voice. The monster released his grip, allowing Jocelyn’s lifeless body to crumple to the mat.

Emerald grinned wickedly at Smallz’s display of power, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of incorporating his moves into her arsenal. “Damn, I like that one, Smallz. I might just have to add it to my repertoire,” she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. “Tell me, are there any other moves you use to incapacitate your victims?”

 

Smallz’s eyes gleamed with glee, pleased to have earned Emerald’s praise. His sadistic nature reveled in the pain and suffering he could inflict on his opponents. With Jocelyn still lying helpless on the mat, Smallz positioned himself for the next devastating move.

 

Leaping into the air, Smallz’s colossal frame soared gracefully before crashing down. His leg connected with Jocelyn’s neck in a bone-jarring leg drop, causing her entire body to jerk up off the mat, except for her head and neck area. A gut-wrenching cry escaped Jocelyn’s lips as the impact sent shockwaves through her already battered body.

 

As Jocelyn’s consciousness threatened to slip away, she clung desperately to the thin thread of life. Her mind raced, a mixture of fear and determination flooding her thoughts. “I goota get out of here,” she vowed silently, summoning every ounce of willpower to resurface from the abyss of darkness.

 

Without a moment’s pause, Smallz delivered a second punishing leg drop, his weight crashing down onto Jocelyn’s already weakened neck. Her body convulsed in pain, her breath leaving her in desperate gasps. The room seemed to spin around her as she fought to remain conscious, her body trembling with the effort.

 

It was then that Smallz’s monstrous hand wrapped around Jocelyn’s throat, his massive fingers closing in with a vise-like grip. With just one hand, he effortlessly lifted her limp body off the mat, choking the life out of her in the process. In that horrifying moment, Jocelyn felt her air supply cut off, her vision blurring as the world around her faded into darkness.

 

As the merciless chokehold continued its suffocating assault, Jocelyn’s body went limp once more, her fragile consciousness slipping away. The terrifying sensation of being lifted high above in Smallz’s monstrous grasp couldn’t penetrate her unconscious state. The monster reveled in the power he held over her, relishing the control he exerted.

 

With a final burst of brutality, Smallz slammed Jocelyn down to the mat with a powerful chokeslam. The impact shook the room, causing a ripple of shock to course through Jocelyn’s battered frame. The sheer force of the chokeslam caused her body to go limp once again, her eyes rolling back into her head as unconsciousness claimed her for the second time.

Emerald smirked in response to Smallz’s praise, her eyes glinting with an icy, villainous amusement. “Oh my gosh, that was great! Your strength is so impressive, Smallz,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with an admiring tone. “Now, let me show you one of my favorites.”

 

With calculated finesse, Emerald gracefully descended to the mat, her legs moving with cat-like agility. She positioned herself behind Jocelyn, her toned thighs framing the weakened wrestler’s neck. “This move is called the rear neck scissors,” she explained to Smallz, her voice a mix of sadistic pleasure and instructive enthusiasm. “I just love how it allows me to control my opponent, and the added bonus of having their face almost pressed into my ass. It’s a double dose of humiliation.”

 

As Emerald finished explaining the move, Jocelyn began to stir from her unconscious state. Her vision cleared, but the sharp pain in her neck served as a harsh reminder of the beating she had endured. Panic washed over her as she realized her dire situation. “No, not again,” she pleaded fearfully, her voice reduced to a strained whisper.

 

Unbeknownst to Jocelyn, Emerald had already begun tightening her lethal grip. The power of her thighs constricted around Jocelyn’s neck like an iron vice, cutting off her air supply. The sudden pressure caused Jocelyn’s face to press into the curve of Emerald’s firm ass, her muffled cries of agony blending with the fabric of her opponent’s wrestling attire.

 

Jocelyn’s hands scrambled desperately, clawing at Emerald’s thighs in a futile attempt to relieve the unimaginable pressure. Her primal screams of surrender and desperation echoed through the room, a haunting soundtrack of pain. But Emerald wasn’t finished; she wanted to elevate the torment.

 

Applying subtle adjustments to her position, Emerald shifted her body weight, intensifying the pressure on Jocelyn’s neck . The added strain caused Jocelyn’s cries to grow even more desperate, her fingers digging into Emerald’s muscular thighs as if clinging to a lifeline. The pain pushed Jocelyn to her breaking point.

 

Slowly, with each agonizing second that passed, Jocelyn’s struggles weakened, her body growing limp under the unrelenting force of Emerald’s rear neck scissors. The darkness began to encroach on her vision once more, her consciousness slipping away as she succumbed to the crushing power of her opponents’ hold. With a sigh, Jocelyn succumbed to the darkness, drifting off into dreamland, where the pain of her reality briefly released its grip.

Emerald cruel smile took over her face as she released Jocelyn from the neck scissors and stood up. Looking at Smallz Emerald sneered and said “I really like putting them away with my Emerald bomb.”

With that, she yanked a handful of Jocelyn’s hair and hauled her to a standing position. With a swift and calculated motion, Emerald grabbed Jocelyn’s arm, wrenching it behind her back into a hammerlock. Jocelyn winced in agony as the pressure on her shoulder joint intensified, immobilizing her further. Her body contorted with pain, but she was powerless to escape Emerald’s grasp. Not content with the hammerlock alone, Emerald swiftly lifted her off the ground. Jocleyn’s legs instinctively wrapped around Emerald’s powerful waist, her senses overwhelmed with the impending danger. Emerald’s arms locked around Jocelyn’s throat in an elevated guillotine, applying pressure that restricted the flow of air and blood to her head. Jocelyn’s vision grew hazy as the lack of oxygen and blood circulation took its toll. Each passing second felt like an eternity as the world around her faded into darkness. Her limbs grew heavy and her consciousness began to slip away. With a final, brutal flourish, Emerald dropped to the mat, putting all her force into a punishing sitout position. Jocleyn was propelled to the ground, her body crashing against the unforgiving mat in a devastating sittout drop. Jocelyn hit the mat with a thud and then laid motionless.

Emerald’s cruel smile widened as Smallz applauded her brutal move, his menacing growls reverberating in the mat room. Jocelyn’s limp and lifeless body lay sprawled across the mat, a testament to her power. “Did you like that, Smallz? The Emerald Bomb never fails to make an impact,” she taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Smallz responded with a primal roar, his excitement emanating from every muscle in his gigantic frame. With a menacing step forward, he began circling Jocelyn’s prone form, his eyes focused and predatory. The silent monster had yet to unleash his true ferocity, and he relished the opportunity to do so. As Smallz approached Jocelyn, his massive hands reached down to seize her by the hair. Her head lolled back, her fragile neck exposed and vulnerable. Smallz reveled in the control he possessed, his grip unforgiving as he yanked Jocelyn to her unsteady feet. Jocelyn stirred from her unconscious state, her blurred vision struggling to focus on the looming figure before her. Fear and pain coursed through her veins, her body weakened and battered. But even in the face of certain defeat, a flicker of defiance burned within her.

Summoning every ounce of her remaining strength, Jocelyn managed to croak out a plea. “Please…no more,” she begged, her voice filled with hoarse desperation. “I can’t take it anymore. Just let me go.”

Smallz’s only response was a guttural growl, a throaty rumble that carried the essence of his monstrous persona. He had no intention of showing mercy, not to this defenseless adversary who Knockoutman said they could play with. With a brute force that defied logic, Smallz hoisted Jocelyn high above his head, her feeble protests lost in the chaos of the mat room. Jocelyn’s body tensed as panic gripped her heart. She was at the mercy of Smallz, a towering behemoth who reveled in the destruction he caused. Her mind raced, desperately searching for an escape, but the odds were stacked impossibly against her. With a barbaric grunt, Smallz hoists Jocelyn high overhead in a gorilla press, his mighty arms fully extended, showcasing his phenomenal strength. Jocelyn, her eyes fluttering open in shock, is petrified as she knows what awaits her the Smallz special she has seen so many fighters fall to this move. Her body, still wrecked and weakened, protests against her predicament as she tries to squirm out his grasp. Smallz transitions smoothly, lowering Jocleyn’s head until it hovers mere inches above the unforgiving mat. The realization of her precarious situation dawns upon Jocelyn, and a flicker of desperation crosses her face. She starts to struggle, her arms flailing weakly, attempting to free herself from Smallz’s grip. But her feeble resistance is no match for his unyielding strength. Without hesitation, Smallz drives Jocleyn down with the first piledriver, her head and neck absorbing the full impact. The force of the move rattles through her body, causing her eyes to roll back momentarily, but she remains conscious, her survival instinct kicking in. Undeterred by Jocleyn’s consciousness, Smallz maintains his grip and rises back up, delivering another bone-jarring piledriver. The second impact rocks Jocleyn’s senses, causing her vision to blur and her thoughts to scatter. She is teetering on the edge of oblivion. But Smallz isn’t finished yet. With relentless determination, he executes a third piledriver, driving Jocelyn’s head into the mat once again. Her world goes dark as her consciousness fades away, surrendering to the relentless onslaught inflicted upon her. Her limp body finally succumbs to the vicious assault, becoming nothing more than a plaything under Smallz’s control. Emerald stood back, observing the brutal assault inflicted upon Jocelyn with a mixture of satisfaction and sadistic glee. Her dark brown eyes twinkled with delight, her lips curling into a sinister grin. She relished in the dominance she and Smallz possessed, reveling in the power they held over their helpless opponent.

The sound of Emerald’s delighted chuckle filled the air as she marveled at Smallz’s display of power. “Wow, Smallz, I’ve never seen the Smallz Special up close like that. It’s truly magnificent,” she remarked, admiration evident in her voice. The two villains exchanged a knowing look, their conquest complete for now. Emerald’s stomach growled audibly, reminding her of the hunger she had neglected. “Well, it’s lunchtime,” she declared, patting Smallz’s massive shoulder. “Shall we go grab something to eat?”

Smallz nodded in agreement, his expression stoic but his eyes alight with satisfaction. The monstrous duo turned away from the beaten and broken Jocelyn, their footsteps echoing across the mat room as they made their way towards the curtains.

The camera, ever vigilant, captured their departure, the lens panning back to the desolate mat where Jocelyn lay unconscious and defeated. Her body slumped limply, marks of her torment etched upon her weary form. As the scene faded, the camera lingered, a haunting image frozen in time, serving as a reminder of the cruelty and brutality that unfolded within the confines of the mat room.