Mistress Ziva Fey beat up a smack-talking j*rk that thought Women couldn't wrestle or fight. He lost the first two matches and had to serve as Mistress Ziva's b*tch for two weeks. But now he's challenged Her to a rematch and this time he's put up his entire life savings and promised to be Her pet for life if he lost. If he won, She agreed to be his pet.

The two are ready to square off in the dungeon with Mistress Ziva wearing a bl*ck crop tank and a pair of bl*ck booty shorts that perfectly accentuate Her perfect *ss. They lock hands and almost immediately Mistress Ziva jumps up onto the j*rk's chest, scissoring Her powerful thighs around his torso and putting his head in a headlock. He stumbles around, carrying Her, but stumbles and rolls onto his back. She screams at him:

"How do you like that, l*ttle b*tch? You really thought you were gonna beat me?"

He starts to squirm out, but She flips Herself around him the other way and immediately puts him in a cradle hold, while he struggles to break free, his face starting to get red already, as Mistress Ziva keeps his head and neck locked every time. The roll around with him struggling to just get free of Her and try to put a move on Her. He slips out again, but quick as a cat, She puts him in a short arm scissor, a stopper hold, and finally a head-scissor. He tries to stand up, but can't. His face is getting redder and redder and he's breathing really heavily. At one point when he's in a headlock again, his eyes start to roll back for a second before he snaps out of it, but he's clearly wearing down. She pinches his nose to stop him from breathing and obscures his mouth breathing. The intermittent oxygen deprivation is starting to have an effect on him, and his movements getting slower.

"Ha, l*ttle b*tch! Who's my b*tch now?"

He struggles to break free, but She keeps him in the head scissor and rolls Her body around, making the j*rk's body follow. She jumps up onto his face, sm*thering him and pinning his shoulders with Her knees, his body wriggling around under Her.

"You like the smell of my sweaty, musty crotch, b*tch? If you don't, you'll get used to it. Deeeep inhales now"

He starts to slip out once again, but She puts him in a Greek cross and doesn't relent, they roll around for a while, his face getting redder and redder, his eyes He starts looking glassy-eyed and groaning and finally taps out. Mistress Ziva jumps up and puts a foot on his back triumphantly:

"I f*cking won, b*tch. Now I own everything you did and you're My pet! But I'm not done with you!"

She jumps up on him and again puts a series of holds on him until he's in another leglock and his eyes start to get dim. Mistress Ziva holds one of Her bare, sweaty feet up to his face and sm*thers him with it. She makes him kiss and l*ck Her feet, bark like a puppy. She tells him since he's gonna be Her pet b*tch, he needs a puppy mask, which She runs to get...

Smacktalker SmackDown 4 (HD 4K MP4)