He couldn't speak the language, but he could imagine what she could have been saying. His twisted grin reflected his restored confidence as he stripped her down, tossing her short shorts out into the crowd. In his eyes bore a strange mix of admiration and spite as they pierced into hers.<br/><br/>He stood up and tucked his thumbs underneath the hem of his trunks and stripped down, his cock unleashing, pumped for a couple of rounds inside her body. He stepped toward her, grabbing her by the shoulder as she started to crawl away from him. Her back was facing toward one of the turnbuckles as she was slowly brought up to her feet. He then violently charged his shoulder into her abdomen, thrashing her body into the turnbuckle. His eyes gleamed, taking her by the wrist and spinning her around. He shoved her back in to grip the ropes, facing the corner -- and the crowd.<br/><br/>Reaching around her with both hands, he ripped down her lacy black underwear to enjoy a full view of her backside. He was glad that she could at least stand, barely. He wasn't going to let her have this comfortably with her back to the mat. The head of his cock, pressed at the lips of her pussy and his fingers cradled her waist.