I see you sitting there on the floor, acting you’re ready for a challenge you never stood a chance of surviving. Meanwhile, I’m standing tall above you, stretching my arms, rolling my shoulders, and letting every inch of my strong pornstar body tower over your weak little frame. Before we even touch the mats, I start calling out your defeat, because we both know what would happen the second I got my hands on you. I flex my arms deliberately, showing off the hard curves of my biceps, letting you see exactly what would wrap around your neck, your waist, or your chest in a real match. Then I turn and show off my thighs, thick and powerful, letting you imagine being crushed between them without hope of slipping away. I even flex my ass just to remind you how every part of my body could pin you down. A loser like you could never win against me. You’re weak mentally, weak physically, and no amount of acting could change that truth. You’ve never escaped one of my beatdowns, and you never will
