A Crib Match

"You know I don't really give a fuck!"

The crowd boos as Mama and Megan looks confused.

She turns to the crowd, "You heard me. I have a husband who got his back broken last year and was **** to retire and a now six year old son to take care of. I don't have time for this shit. I would've retired with my husband if this punta McVan didn't threaten to sue me saying, and I quote, "I'm not going to have another three way match or a goddamn exhibition match for the twentieth anniversary. You are going unless you want me to finish what The Breaker started." So here I am, halfway across the world from my familia to play slut."

Angelina looks at Mama, "Mama we are too old for this. Look at you. You are... what? Thirty one, thirty two?"

"Thirty three." Mama replies.

"Thirty three." Angelina scoffs, "I'm Thirty six. I'm three years older then you, and here you are, popping out kids, collecting husbands and wives like they are going out of business. Acting like the college tramp. When are you going to grow up and see we need to stop this damn foolish? But you know what. You want a match. Okay, how about a simple match. No gimmicks, no antic. No nothing, just you and me. Frankly, I don't really care who wins or lose. As long as we get this done and over with. I'm still going to get paid either way, just not as much if I don't get the winning purse."

Angelina holds out her hand to Mama. Mama looks at as some of the crowd boos.

Mama takes the mike and says, "I'm not going to shake on that."

The crowd cheers.

Mama looks at Megan, "I have the right to do that. Right? I mean to reject the challenge?"

"As you know, it's never been done before, but yes as the Sexfight Queen. You have that right. I suppose you have something better."

"Oh, you know I do. A match that has been rolling in my head for years, just never knew when I would get the chance to announce it. But first let me say this, Angelina Loren. I get you. You don't think I do, but I do. I get about having a family. I get having children and spouses that care for you and depend on you. And I take it very serious. In fact, I know exactly how you felt last year when everyone was booing you and calling you a fake as you faced one of the biggest monsters in your world in an incredible hardcore match. Remember, six years ago I had to go through the same goddamn thing with The Crippler, who was just like your The Crusher. Except she never broke my husband's back. And I know how quickly the fans, despite loving them to ****, were two faced with how they went from booing me to cheering me when I show them some blood and tit. But we will not, and I mean not, disrespect this tournament that me and my family has given so much for and has been given so much back over the years. So seeing how we are both mothers and you are claiming that I'm like a kid who needs to grow up. Let's see if that's true. With a match I'm calling a Crib match!"

Angelina seems taken back by this.

"The match is simple. The first wrestler to strip their opponent, throw them into a crib, and lock it. Is the winner. How do you like that for simple? And to top it all off, if I win, you get to spend some time with me at my choosing. To show you how well this little girl can fuck."

The crowd goes wild at that as Mama thrusts her hips at Angelina and licks her lips

Mama holds her hand out to Angelina.

"So, Señora Loren? Do we have a deal?" McVan asks.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Angelina shakes on it.

The audience roars with approval.

"And there you have it. The Royal Match will be a Crib Match! Now let's get on with the tournament!"