While the Prelims resulted in the weak being hurled from the ring like sad sacks of pig shit. Homban was blood, sweat, tears and semen.
Gallons of semen.
Homban was where it all potentially paid off for the Jackals. If the Jizzabels lost, every man still standing in the ring got their yearn.
The Jizzabels were submitted to every moan, groan, grunt and white explosion of hair-gobbing, mouth-filling, pussy-drenching spoo.
Name of the game baby. There is no maybe.
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