Finals

"Mmph! Mmph!" Monica Sinn cries through her ball gag as she is chain to the ceiling, naked, with two small, pink vibrators clipped to her nipples while her cameraman is heard groaning in the background.

"Okay, babe. I got the camera in focus." Captain Paparazzi says in the background.

A final grunt is heard from the cameraman before Ms. Perfect come into view wearing only her Sexfight belt and her eighteen inch grey strapon that is covered in cum.

"For all you out there. I won't be interview last. Not before a crazy Asian chick and a old has been like Mama Luv, whose way past her prime."

"Um... babe, your the same age as Mama." Paparazzi adds.

"Shut up, Scott and keeps the shot on me. Did you know that cunt she calls a wife threaten us with a restraining order if we don't behave professionally in our match tonight? Ha!" Perfect scoffs as she pats her belt, "Bitch, I am the Sexfight Queen and the face of CAW! Not your wife! Not anymore !Not after tonight when I climb that ladder and grabbed what was always mine! I will do what I want! When I fucking want it! And woe to those whose treat me like a nobody. Starting with this whore."

Ms. Perfect gently strokes Monica's hair, "Where you want it first, Hon, in your pussy or in your ass like her cameraman?"

"MMPH! MMPH!" Monica cries through her gag while shaken her head with tears in her eyes.

"Too bad! I'm the queen and I get to decide! Not you!" Ms. Perfect then gets behind Monica and slams her dick into her pussy.

"MMPH!" Monica squeals as Ms. Perfect grabs her hips and fucks her nice and hard, all while Ms. Perfect and Captain Paparazzi laughs.

The scene turns back to the announcer's table.

"Wow, point taken, don't cross Ms. Perfect." Dixie says.

"Well, we will see if that holds true or not but first we have one more match and that's final. So let's get to it!"

"I'm so wet thinking about it!" Dixie cheers.