>>20502845>[The thing they call Cactus has enjoyed the pain, but it's time to end this.]A parting dance and a kiss goodnight should be enough... but no, this woman has acted like Nikki and reeks of Ca-ca-caaca-aca Cassie and deserves more.
Pink and squishy. Soft and warm. Cactus grabs and pulls, twists and claws those delicious lips and cheeks and the referee calls for the match to end. It was hard fought, beautiful violence, but it's over now. More will come. They always do. And the Cactus will be ready. To fight. To bleed. One day.
Though they sound like screams of horror and fright, her adoring crowd are singing their praises of the beloved Hardcore Champion; children want to meet her, men want to be with her and women want to be her. It's good to be the Champion, comparable only to the Divine leaders of the company; the Royalty in their castles of stone. Cactus knows she is placed alongside them in the pantheon of beauty and elegance. Her sisters of class. She is loved.
As Delilah recovers in her own way from Cactus' hold, the things they call Cactus crawls over and takes a deep sniff along her neck, and scowls and retches. Too much like Cassie. Grabbing her belt from ringside, she begins the long walk back up the ramp.
