Bustules uses her strength and Ms. H uses her brains.

Before the referee can get to three, Bustules pushes Ms. H off of them. Ms. H flies in the air a bit before hitting the mat hard.

She gets up, putting her hair back in place.

“Ms. H might be the smartest of three, but Bustules is the strongest of three.” Scot.

Ms. H then takes off her bra, getting some whistles from the crowd before she picks up her ruler.

Bustules slowly gets up on her knees before Ms. H puts the bra around her neck and starts to **** her.

“And I think that’s why Ms. H is taking her on. Eliminating your strongest opponent.

“Ms. H was always the strategist.”

The referee starts to yell at her to let Bustules go.

Ms. H nods her head and drops to one knee in a flash and does a backbreaker on Bustules

She then flips the Amazon around over her knee and gets the ruler she dropped near and starts to spank Bustules with it.

Bustules cries in pain as her ass, shown in the mini thong she is wearing, starts to get bright red.

“Ms. H is going for her Deadly Discipline. There’s not much help for Bustules there.” Scot adds.

There’re tears in Bustules’ eye as Ms. H slaps that ruler home before the referee rips the ruler away from Ms. H.

“Ooh, Ms. H is really lucky.” Scot says.

“She sure is, Scot. Till Ms. Mcvan makes a final decision on spankings with items like rulers or canes that could also be used as a weapon like a bat or a chair, it's up to the referee's discretion if it's allowed or not. It seems this referee will only allow it so far and is now giving a warning to Ms. H not to do it again or she will be disqualified.”

Ms. H pushes the crying Amazon off her knee and starts yelling at the referee, getting into his face when Juice does a flying kick knocking her into the ropes.

She looks at Juice, who gives a stupid grin before taking off her shirt and pushing her boobs together as if to mock how big Ms. H’s is.

Ms. H snarls as she is not amused.