Champion for Recycling

The lights above the octagon shone harshly, highlighting every line of Li Cheng-Jun’s sculpted, sweat-slicked muscles—muscles that, only minutes ago, had looked unstoppable. Now, his massive body was an upended wreck: head and broad shoulders twisted against the mat, mouth gaping, a line of foam at his lips; powerful thighs sprawled wide, quivering, with his hips high in the air and his famed pride utterly exposed.

Aina stood tall beside him, one hand confidently planted on her hip, the other gripping Li Cheng-Jun’s defeated manhood like a spent trophy. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she addressed the silent, dumbstruck crowd—half of whom were his stunned teammates.

“This is your captain?” she announced, her voice rich with mocking delight. “Really? I can’t believe this is all there is to him. What a waste!”

She gave his pride a little squeeze, as if juicing the last drops from a sorry lemon. Immediately, a sad little stream began to leak from the tip of that weapon-grade penis, dribbling down like water from a busted faucet.

Li Cheng-Jun’s magnificent, inked back twitched as his limp body sagged further, his eyes rolled completely white, thick neck lolling uselessly.

“I seriously suggest you guys don’t bother cleaning up after him,” Aina purred, squeezing a little harder, “and just toss him straight into the recycling bin with the rest of the trash!”

As her fingers released their grip, Li’s body slid to the mat with a dull thud, legs still akimbo, buttocks in the air—every inch of “invincibility” stripped away. The women in the audience whooped and whistled; the men just stared, as Aina tossed her hair over one shoulder, looking ready for her next challenger.

“Anyone else?”

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