Miley never saw it coming. Dressed in soft pink and innocence, she enters the mat unaware of the storm Fantasy is about to unleash. Towering in black and armed with gloves and attitude, Fantasy wastes no time asserting dominance. The match turns into a savage one-sided beatdown focused entirely on Miley's stomach. Belly punches echo through the room, followed by punishing claws and brutal stomps that leave her breathless. Chokes and knee strikes grind her down further, until Fantasy lifts her into a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker—delivering blow after blow to her belly while holding her bent in agony. Completely overwhelmed, Miley finally submits, her body broken. Fantasy stands tall, her boot near Miley’s midsection, striking a powerful and unapologetic victory pose.
Miley never saw it coming. Dressed in soft pink and innocence, she enters the mat unaware of the storm Fantasy is about to unleash. Towering in black and armed with gloves and attitude, Fantasy wastes no time asserting dominance. The match turns into a savage one-sided beatdown focused entirely on Miley's stomach. Belly punches echo through the room, followed by punishing claws and brutal stomps that leave her breathless. Chokes and knee strikes grind her down further, until Fantasy lifts her into a devastating over-the-knee backbreaker—delivering blow after blow to her belly while holding her bent in agony. Completely overwhelmed, Miley finally submits, her body broken. Fantasy stands tall, her boot near Miley’s midsection, striking a powerful and unapologetic victory pose.
