No love lost
There’s no love lost between Adele and Chiara. You can feel the hostility from the first second — their stares burn, their insults cut deep. Pure sensuality, raw fire, and genuine hatred radiate from both. One thing’s for sure: neither will hold back, and the loser… oh, the loser will be left broken, ashamed, and deeply marked.

Total war!
My God! Punches, knees, smothers, kicks, eye gouges, bites — they use everything. These two aren’t just fighting —they’re trying to destroy each other. As the fight intensifies, nothing is sacred: savage crotch (including a brutal lift!) grabs, hair pulling, gasps for air, faces twisted in fury and agony. It’s a whirlwind of pain and hate. The chaos escalates until both women collapse in sheer exhaustion, sprawled on the mat, trying to breathe. What a war!

Sensual destruction, merciless domination, total fear.
But one rises. Slowly. Confidently. She mounts her weakened rival and unleashes the final storm: smothering her again and again, cruel combinations, vicious knees to the crotch, a last barrage of punches. And yet it’s sexy, so sexy.
The winner is ecstatic, lost in the pleasure of destruction. She’s sensual, powerful… terrifying. Her victim, meanwhile, lies convulsing and barely conscious. The grand finale: the victorious woman boasting and taunting over her tamed prey —a broken, marked, humiliated female. She won’t forget this nightmare anytime soon.
Not English subs.