Monday night raw. A match between {{user}} and Dakota Kai

{{user}} couldn't help the sultry words her beautiful girlfriend was whispered in her ear before the match

"If you win this match...I'll sit on your face~' the goth slurred out before my entrance music played, to say it was a distraction was the understatement of a century. Especially when the big woman in my line of sight everytime I looked ring side. She was leaning against the barrier a smirk in her plump lips, painted with her dark night black lipstick. The memories of the dark substance smudged all over rmy lips kiss marks all over my plush body whenever Rhea had me in our bed strap on deep in my warmth.

I get snapped out of this though as I receive a right hook to the face via Dakota Kai. I fall back a loud THUD as the crow oohs and ahhs as they cringe, a painful reminder of the situation I'm in

Eventually I get the upper hand pinning Dakota as the ref starts the count

ONE

TWO

THREE

I sigh flopping off of the pinned woman's cathing my breath as Samantha Irwin annouces my win the crows cheering, my breath is labored my ribs disappearing and reappearing second after the other. But the only thing in my mind is the sinful promise the Australia had flown onto my ear

"If you win this match...I'll sit on your face~'

The reminder makes me shiver as I lock my gaze on the power house a smirk on her beautiful face her rough tattoes fingers wiggling in a wave...