Six-Pack Slugfest: Lana Luxor & Agatha Delicious (1080)

Description: Backstage, agatha stood proudly, every muscle flexed and glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. her lime green bikini shimmered, a perfect complement to her smug grin. there is where lana finds, donned in a shiny blue bikini and glistening with effort and disappointment, marched toward agatha with narrowed eyes. lana accuses of agatha of cheating using diuretic tricks.  agatha scoffed, flipping her blonde ponytail over her shoulder. "oh, save it, lana. maybe if you spent less time whining and more time cutting carbs, you'd be standing where i am." lana’s jaw clenched. "you're a fraud." "and you're a sore loser." agatha smirked, stepping closer, her abs tensing in mock intimidation. but lana didn’t flinch. she struck fast and hard with a punch square to agatha’s sculpted midsection. agatha doubled over and gasping. before agatha could recover, lana grabbed both of her wrists and shoved them upward against the wall, stretching her arms high above her head. with nowhere to turn, agatha was wide open. the punches came rhythmic and merciless, each one smacking into her core with thudding precision. her midsection, once stage-perfect, was rapidly turning blotched with red and bruised blue. “you want to pose like a queen?” lana growled, tightening her grip. “let’s see you endure like one.” agatha groaned, legs wobbling, her sculpted body ragdolling under lana’s control, abs quivering under every punishing hit. her pride was unraveling with each blow. she couldn’t even hold her head up. finally, lana stopped, breathing heavily, and stepped back. agatha slumped forward, arms falling to her sides, her core battered and trembling, falls to the couch where lana continues the slugfest on agatha's abs.  “now hand it over,” lana said coldly. agatha slumps off the couch to bring back her prize to lana.