Rivals crushed in the fetishized blender

In a derelict warehouse, Fercho Xd's "LA TRITURADORA" lives up to its name. The rival, bound and gagged, struggles as he's placed in the industrial blender. Fercho, in a leather apron and gloves, starts the machine, churning the unlucky soul into a gory, chunky mess. The room fills with a sickening hum and the iron tang of blood. After the blender's stopped, Fercho reaches in, scooping out the pulpy remains, his face splattered with gore.

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