A miracle!

Angelina's hands flop around, trying to find anything, anything as she felt her own blood dripping down her cheek when she found what she was looking for. She grabs the hitachi wand and turns it on full blast before slamming it backwards into The Crusher's pussy.

The Crusher moans as she lets go of her grip around Angelina. Angelina slips out and bounces off the ropes and gives a knee to the face, knocking The Crusher down.

Becca slowly gets up and throws a weak swing at Angelina who ducks and gets behind Becca. She then grabs The Crusher's hips and slams the dick into her pussy.

The Crusher cries as Angelina gets her into a sleeper hold, playing with her pussy while she slams hard into her.

Angelina smile with great relief, "Yes, I remember this... that wand was sure in handy. As I could barely see with blood dripping in my eyes. It was a...."

Before she could finish the man grabs her cheeks and **** them open as she was **** to suck his cock.

"HRRLK! GRRLK! HRRLK! MMPH!"

Becca was too tired to fight back with her ankle screaming in pain as she slowly falls to the mat.

Angelina, despite being exhausted and her forehead feeling like it's on fire continue pumping away into The Crusher's pussy, not stopping as the big woman cried under as she climaxed. Angelina kept going putting Becca through a second climax till with her last breath The Crusher, the scourge of the Lucha underground taps.

The bell rings.

"And your winner by submission and this year's usurper...." Lisa yells, "Angelina Loren!"

"MMPH!"

Angelina's cheeks turn bright red as the man shoots his load in her mouth. He pulls out and Angelina turns to spit cum. The man grabs her chin and smacks her hard on the face before leaving.

The crowd goes wild. Not a single one crying fake as Angelina gets up with the help of Shawna and gets her hand raised with her cock glistening with pussy juice.

"She did it! Angelina won the match and the tournament!"

"Not only that, she avenged her man. And I think that what really matter!"

Angelina takes off her strapon and throws it on The Crusher who lies in a fetal position and then spits on her before leaving the ring where doctors and medics want to take a look at her. Angelina went to the chair that Becca once sat and took her husband's mask and holds it up the crowd.

All the people cheered and some even bowed to her like they've done with The Crusher as Angelina walks up the ramp, not caring or looking at anyone, but only thinking about her husband and her son.

"Well, that may have felt like the Royal Match, but that wasn't. In fact, that's on next. Can a injured Mama survive this and continue her streak as the Sexfight Queen or will Natalya make her a Russian whore! We will find out next!"

Isabella kneels in front of Angelina with the camera turns to a good angle. She takes off her ball gag and stretch her jaw before she asks, "So how did you like my little pet?"

"You....little whore..." Angelina laughs as sweat drips off her body and cum out of her pussy as jizz dries on her back, "You tricked me... just so I could get a good fuck?"

"I didn't want to see an old friend become dusty down there. Besides you loved every second of it."

She then then leans and grabs Angelina's chin and both women start to make out with their tongues intertwined with each other as both screens turn to black.