Mandy Rose was lying unconscious in the middle of the ring, her muscular body gleaming with sweat under the bright lights. The Undertaker, a seasoned wrestler known for his dark persona and lethal moves, stood over her, his eyes scanning her curvaceous figure. He had never seen Mandy like this before - vulnerable and helpless. A wicked thought crossed his mind. He could use her limp body as a practice dummy for his finishers moves.
The Undertaker's first move was the Old School, where he climbed the top rope and walked along it before delivering a clothesline to his opponent. But this time, Mandy was too out of it to even flinch as he executed the move, her body crashing to the mat with a loud thud. He watched as her breasts jiggled with the impact, a smirk playing on his lips.
Next, he went for the Snake Eyes, where he grabbed his opponent's head and slammed it into the turnbuckle. Mandy's head connected with a sickening crack, her eyes rolling back in her head. The Undertaker felt a stirring in his pants as he imagines what Mandy would look like if she were conscious, her big tits bouncing and her moans of pleasure as he fucked her hard.
He then decided to try out the Last Ride, where he lifted his opponent onto his shoulders and then slammed them down in a sitting position. Mandy's body landed flat on her back, her arms and legs splayed out. The Undertaker couldn't help but stare at her crotch, the thin fabric of her leotard doing little to conceal her pussy.
The Undertaker was getting more and more turned on by the second. He decided to try out one of his most lethal moves, the Tombstone Piledriver. He lifted Mandy's limp body up and held her in a sitting position before falling backwards, driving her head into the mat. Mandy's body convulsed with the force of the move, her legs spreading open involuntarily. The Undertaker couldn't help but notice the wet spot forming on her crotch, a clear sign that she was getting turned on by his moves.
Feeling particularly daring, the Undertaker decided to try out one of his most taboo moves, the Chokeslam. He wrapped his massive hand around Mandy's throat and lifted her off the ground before slamming her down with all his might. Mandy's body bounced off the mat, her breasts jiggling wildly. The Undertaker couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have those tits in his hands as he fucked her from behind.
The Undertaker was getting more and more turned on by the second. He decided to take things to the next level. He stripped off Mandy's leotard, leaving her naked and vulnerable in the middle of the ring. He couldn't help but stare at her perfect body, her pussy glistening with wetness. He reached out and touched her, feeling her slick folds. Mandy's body convulsed at his touch, a low moan escaping her lips.
The Undertaker couldn't help but take advantage of the situation. He stripped off his own clothes and mounted Mandy's limp body. He thrust into her hard, her pussy welcoming him in. He fucked her with wild abandon, his balls slapping against her ass. Mandy's body responded to his thrusts, her hips meeting his own.
The Undertaker couldn't believe what was happening. He was fucking his unconscious opponent in the middle of the ring. But it felt too good to stop. He fucked her harder and harder, his balls drawing up tight. He felt his orgasm building, his cock swelling inside of her. He couldn't hold back any longer. He exploded deep inside of her, his cum filling her up.
The Undertaker pulled out of Mandy, his cum leaking out of her pussy. He looked down at her, her naked body sprawled out on the mat. He couldn't believe what he had just done. But he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a wicked thought, but he couldn't deny that it was one of the hottest things he had ever done.