Tilly begins confrontationally blaming SK for just losing them an intergender tag match. She yells at him and begins to push him. She tells him he’s pathetic, suggesting that he couldn’t even beat her now. He resists retaliating, until she tells him she’s leaving him for a real man and that triggers him to enter into a dominating beatdown on her. He gives her a sharp knee to the gut, making her double up winded, gasping and writhing in pain on the floor. He stalks around her, giving her some kicks on the floor making her groggily roll and groan, gasping for breat...
Tilly begins confrontationally blaming SK for just losing them an intergender tag match. She yells at him and begins to push him. She tells him he’s pathetic, suggesting that he couldn’t even beat her now. He resists retaliating, until she tells him she’s leaving him for a real man and that triggers him to enter into a dominating beatdown on her. He gives her a sharp knee to the gut, making her double up winded, gasping and writhing in pain on the floor. He stalks around her, giving her some kicks on the floor making her groggily roll and groan, gasping for breath. He gets in behind her and locks in a brutal rear naked choke with one leg now acutely hooked and pulled back towards her head. She tries to fight, drool foaming, but her fingers and toes begin to contort, her eyes glaze over, she convulses sporadically and she out, eyes half open. He turns her head to give her some French kisses. She is unable to respond. He yanks her leotard straps down to expose and caress her breasts and nipples. He rolls her motionless ragdoll body off of him on to her front to sensuously admire her tired pantyhose buttocks. He rolls her back onto her back to play with her face and check her eyes as she lays groggy, semi conscious. panting for breath. He caresses her exposed panting breasts and nipples. She is unable to respond apart from some groggy moans and groans of arousal. He mounts her torso and rains down some punches with his right fist, starting slow then finishing with a flurry. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. She groggily bends her legs up and they flop around as he punches her, but eventually her legs and ankles begin twitching and rapidly trembling with more nerve damage. She groggily groans, her arms weakly flopping at her sides. (Perhaps filmed from her feet looking up her body so any implied head contact is concealed by SK’s mounting body) Not giving her a chance to recover, and still mounted on her torso, he rolls her onto her front and begins slamming her face into the mat. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. (Perhaps filmed from her feet looking up her body so any implied head contact is concealed by SK’s mounting body) He gets off of her, leaving her on her front and gives her tired pantyhose buttocks some caressing and some pats, taunting her. She is now completely helpless and unable to resist any moves. He pulls her up by her hair and picks her up to deliver an Undertaker tombstone pile driver, showing her to all sides of the arena. He drives her into the mat and lets her body flop to the mat. She twitches with nerve damage, her eyes glazed and fixed half open. He firmly palms her face away and acutely hooks one leg to begin a slow 3 count. At 2 and a half he picks her head up to break the count. He wants to give her more punishment. He pulls her up by her hair and picks her up to deliver another Undertaker tombstone pile driver. showing her to all sides of the arena. He drives her into the mat and lets her body flop to the mat. Her pelvis thrusts to the ceiling with significant nerve damage before returning to the mat, her body left sporadically twitching, her eyes glazed and fixed half open. He palms her face to turn her head to the side and acutely hooks both legs to curl her up and pin her for the 3-count. But at 2 and a half again he breaks the count again. He wants to give her even more punishment. He roughly yanks her leotard down to remove and discard it, leaving her in just her pantyhose, drooling foam. He pulls her up by her hair and picks her up to deliver a third and final Undertaker tombstone pile driver, showing her to all sides of the arena. He drives her into the mat and lets her body flop to the mat. This time she just remains motionless and unresponsive, her eyes open in a stare. This time he rolls her legs up and mounts the Edge/Stephanie McMahon position to pin her for the 3-count. 1... 2... 3! He slings her legs away to the side, living her in a twisted unresponsive motionless mess on her left side and trash talks her as she lays. motionless, eyes fixed open in a stare. ----------------
He eventually breaks character to tell Tilly how good she was... but Tilly doesn’t move or respond... “Baby?”... Nothing! He taps her body with his foot... Nothing! He lays down behind her to spoon her and check on her. She is completely unresponsive. He turns her head to check her breathing, her eyes glazed and fixed open. She’s not breathing! He rakes her head back to open her airway, clears any foaming drool from her lips, pinches her nose and seals his mouth around hers to give her some frantic m2m x 10, still spooning her on her side with her head raked back. “Come on baby!” Tilly doesn’t respond! He frantically rolls her onto her back and continues m2m with her nose pinched and her head raked all the way back, eyes glazed and fixed open. In between cycles of m2m he tries to rouse her by grabbing her face, and vigorously rubbing her sternum, scrambling her exposed breasts. Eventually she revives and he comforts her as she remains barely conscious...
