Alicia Vitarelli is the reporter for RingDivas, and her first assignment is to interview Destiny Dumon while she spars for her upcoming boxing match.
Alicia is quite attractive, standing 5’8, she’s not too thin, but not overweight either, she has Raven colored hair, green eyes and a nice c cup chest. Tonight she’s wearing a powder blue dress with matching heels.
She walks in the training center where Destiny is in the ring sparring.
“Good evening, RingDivas fans, Alicia Vitarelli here at the RingDivas training center here to catch an exclusive one on one interview with the legendary Destiny Dumon, hopefully we’re not interrupting her training session. Excuse me, Ms. Dumon? Can we have a moment of your time?”
Destiny turns and looks at Alicia, anger in her eyes.
“Let me guess, you’re new here? I’m busy, go bother someone else.”
“But, Destiny, I just want to know your thoughts going into your rematch with Mia.”
“You want to know MY thoughts. Climb in the ring, come on, I’ll hold the ropes, get in here.” Destiny insists.
Reluctantly Alicia enters the ring.
“You’re not going to really hit me, are you?” Alicia says, fear in her voice.
“Of course not, I’ll just pull my punches, that’s all. Now what would you like to know.”
“I-I just want to know how you’re feeling heading into your rematch?” Alicia says, stuttering slightly.
“Don’t be nervous…Alice, is it?”
“It’s Alicia, Destiny.”
“Well, Alicia, have you ever had to defend yourself?”
“Um…maybe when I was young…why are you asking me that?”
“Put your hands up, I’ll teach you a little.”
Alicia puts her hands up.
“Please don’t hit me.” Alicia says, genuinely scared now.
“Ok, fine, if you’re that fucking scared do me favor and leave my ring.”
Alicia turns her back to finish her report.
“You heard directly from Destiny…” With that Destiny punches Alicia in the back of her head.
“I told you to leave my fucking ring, you stupid bitch.” Destiny yells.
Alicia slowly tries to get to her feet, but she’s wobbly, once she’s up, Destiny continues her assault, landing two stiff punches to her face, knocking her out cold.
Destiny walks over and removes Alicia’s dress, leaving her in her white satin bra and panties.
Destiny then walks to the camera.
“See, fans, don’t send a bitch to do a woman’s job, cut the feed.”
The camera cuts off, and Destiny leaves the ring holding Alicia’s dress, leaving Alicia unconscious in the ring.
Training staff rush to the ring to check on Alicia.
A few minutes later, Alicia is carried out on a stretcher.
Alicia Vitarelli is the reporter for RingDivas, and her first assignment is to interview Destiny Dumon while she spars for her upcoming boxing match.
Alicia is quite attractive, standing 5’8, she’s not too thin, but not overweight either, she has Raven colored hair, green eyes and a nice c cup chest. Tonight she’s wearing a powder blue dress with matching heels.
She walks in the training center where Destiny is in the ring sparring.
“Good evening, RingDivas fans, Alicia Vitarelli here at the RingDivas training center here to catch an exclusive one on one interview with the legendary Destiny Dumon, hopefully we’re not interrupting her training session. Excuse me, Ms. Dumon? Can we have a moment of your time?”
Destiny turns and looks at Alicia, anger in her eyes.
“Let me guess, you’re new here? I’m busy, go bother someone else.”
“But, Destiny, I just want to know your thoughts going into your rematch with Mia.”
“You want to know MY thoughts. Climb in the ring, come on, I’ll hold the ropes, get in here.” Destiny insists.
Reluctantly Alicia enters the ring.
“You’re not going to really hit me, are you?” Alicia says, fear in her voice.
“Of course not, I’ll just pull my punches, that’s all. Now what would you like to know.”
“I-I just want to know how you’re feeling heading into your rematch?” Alicia says, stuttering slightly.
“Don’t be nervous…Alice, is it?”
“It’s Alicia, Destiny.”
“Well, Alicia, have you ever had to defend yourself?”
“Um…maybe when I was young…why are you asking me that?”
“Put your hands up, I’ll teach you a little.”
Alicia puts her hands up.
“Please don’t hit me.” Alicia says, genuinely scared now.
“Ok, fine, if you’re that fucking scared do me favor and leave my ring.”
Alicia turns her back to finish her report.
“You heard directly from Destiny…” With that Destiny punches Alicia in the back of her head.
“I told you to leave my fucking ring, you stupid bitch.” Destiny yells.
Alicia slowly tries to get to her feet, but she’s wobbly, once she’s up, Destiny continues her assault, landing two stiff punches to her face, knocking her out cold.
Destiny walks over and removes Alicia’s dress, leaving her in her white satin bra and panties.
Destiny then walks to the camera.
“See, fans, don’t send a bitch to do a woman’s job, cut the feed.”
The camera cuts off, and Destiny leaves the ring holding Alicia’s dress, leaving Alicia unconscious in the ring.
Training staff rush to the ring to check on Alicia.
A few minutes later, Alicia is carried out on a stretcher.
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