Jill vs. Dreadgale: Brat Meets Beast

The lights hit the ring. The crowd was small but rowdy—and two of the loudest voices came from the stands: Lawrence, Dreadgale’s lucky charm, and Charlie, her broken-in “pet,” who now sat obediently on her knees in a collar, eyes only for her mistress. Dreadgale stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, aura smoldering. She looked ready to conquer. Across from her? “Loud Mouth” Jill, bouncing in place, her energy chaotic, her eyes gleaming with something between fear, sass, and excitement. “Hope your fans brought tissues,” Jill called across the mat. “and i can't wait until you be worshiping my feet”

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