"Oh what, you're gonna bully ME?" Bella chuckled. "You know that I'm a freakin' wrestler, RIGHT?"
"What does that have to do with-" Molly tried to object, but Belly turned around and hip checked her right in her face, letting out a fart as she did. Molly stumbled backwards, trying to fan the smell away, but Bella followed up with a punishing leg drop that nearly crushed the dumb kid! The other kids were freaking out, but none of them were brave enough to try and stop you. You lifted Molly up in a headlock (making sure to press her face into your armpit) and gave her an absolutely agonizing noogie. Molly was crying now.
Bella took Molly, spun her around her head like a pizza, and tossed her up and caught her face first in her butt cheeks. Bella wiggled her hips and let out fart after fart onto the screaming, crying brat, before pulling Molly out of her crack for a nice finisher. She saw a nearby diaper pal, hoisted Molly up and slammed her into the pile of dirty diapers like a piece of trash. Bella cracked her knuckles and loomed over Molly, who was now crying her eyes out.
"Now it's time for a finisher, brat!"
But could Bella REALLY finish off a poor, crying little kid?
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