Roxy easily shoves John Black's out of shape body off of her, then stands up and catches him with a swift kick to the balls as he struggles to stand up.

She leans over as he bends, clutching his ruptured gonads and groaning, and whispers in his ear with her sultry voice.


Sorry honey… I used to like getting with black guys, but now I prefer my sex to be consensual.

What is it with you Nation of Islam motherfuckers and feeling the need to cover up the female body?

Are you so weak that you can’t even control yourself whenever you rarely run across the sight of some tits and ass?

Sorry, sweetie, but I do things my way. My way happens to be low tops and high hemlines. I work hard on the work of art that my body is and it makes my living for me. What, you want me to find a new line of work? Go work in an office? That would be like you trying to get paid to be a public speaker. Some things just aren’t meant to be, doll.

Just because you can’t GET pussy doesn’t mean the world shouldn’t HAVE pussy. Don’t let your jealousy and insecurity ruin the fun for everyone else, baby. Just go home and keep being the illiterate stereotype that you are and leave the looking good, speaking intelligibly, and even winning titles for champions and winners like myself and Vinnie.

Run along now, Buckwheat. Next time you feel like touching me, buy a magazine with me in the center of it.

Although, you’d probably lose to the magazine too.


After removing the Amish dress Black forced her into, Roxy takes one long, tanned leg and extends it out and up like a gymnast, allowing a peek of her matching purple panties beneath her tight minidress. She slowly slides it across the sweaty neck of John Black as he continues to wheeze and grab at his jewels, until his head is nearly between her thighs - then she crashes him face-first into the concrete with a dropping split legdrop.

Roxy walks off with her title belt and touches up her lipstick while John Black chokes on his own blood on the floor.