Four days after their race across the prison yard, Yelena and Florina stood, hands cuffed behind their backs, on the Arena stage. This was the final contest, the bitch battle that would decide the title of Superslut. Tatiana was howling from her ordeal chained to the wall, and both fighters knew the loser would suffer day after day of heartless sexual torture. The fucktoys traded insults while Zenya explained the one simple rule. The first cuntwhore to fall would be defeated.
The pieces of fuckmeat were unable to use their fists, so they could only kick out, hoping to knock their opponent to the ground. The bitches circled each other, both wary of leaping forward and exposing themselves to a devastating blow. The cameras drew near to the fighters, capturing their taut naked bodies ready to pounce upon their rival.
Yelena was the first to threaten, reaching out with a powerful thrust, but Florina nimbly retreated, issuing vicious insults as she fell back. "You useless bitch. I'll rip off your foot the next time it comes that close." "Dream on, you fuckslut. You're going down." The insults continued, but Zenya warned both fucktoys they would suffer a blast from their cuffs if they did not entertain the viewers with real bitch fighting. "You worthless pieces of meat. You are here to fight, not dance around like a couple of old women."
Suddenly, Florina leapt closer, ready to cast a firm kick. Yelena, however, had anticipated the move and she threw her leg forward, lifting her knee high to catch the Mexican slut on the chin. Florina fell to the ground, howling at her mistake in allowing the Russian bitch to land such a heavy blow. As Zenya announced her defeat, Florina knelt on the cold metal, knowing she was about to endure her worst ever bout of intense sexual torture.