A Knockout Match

"I get the whole being friends thing with benefits. If anyone knows my fucking history. I do." Sally laughs, "But let me just say, Mama. You got to nail that fucking slut down before someone else does. Because let tell you. I'm in the mood to fuck the shit out of that ass!"

People cheered as Sally laughs again.

Then Sally speaks again as the cheering dies down, "But seriously, you don't know how long I dreamt of this moment. And for the longest time I thought I was never going to get it. And last year, I realized how much out of shape I was, and if I won this thing, this might be my last chance at showing how fucking awesome I am. So, If I lose this I want to go out with a fucking bang! So I trained just like your little fucking protégé did and got better and can keep up the youngest of you. And looking at you now, reminds me so much of your mother that I know you will have no problem accepting my challenge as I know Tulip would. I want a Knockout match!"

People cheered as Mama is taken back.

"That's right!" Sally says, "A Knockout Match. A match where the only way to win is knockout your opponent out cold. I don't what those fucking assholes out there think this little granny bitched out with a simple sex wrestling match. No! I want them to think of me as the bitch who went the fucking mile with Mama and got her belt from her cold hands! So what is it going to be, Mama! Are you in or are you a fucking simp?"

Sally holds out her hand and Mama looks at it before taking it.

"I can see that age hasn't cured you of your trash mouth, Sally." Megan turns to Mama, "So Mama, what do you say?"

The crowd light up at the two women shaking their hands.

"There you have it!" Megan yells, "A Knockout Match will be this year's Royal Match. Now stay tune as the exhibition match is next!"