Finals

Megan Mcvan appears on screen, "Ladies and gentlemen. It is with heavy heart that I am sad to announce we won't have a three way match for the Sexfight title and belt. Rich Jackson is right now in serious condition. And the doctors believe that he might not be able to walk again without some assistance. But that won't mean the match is off. The match is still on. It will be Mama Luv vs. Trisha Mcvan, my own pride and joy in a submission match!"

The elder Mcvan smiles to the camera, "I hope you ready Karen, as your scheme of those two fighting over you won't work, and now you got to deal with Trisha and her fingerblast move. I think the odds are in our favor and that belt will finally be in the hands of someone who deserves it."

The screen turns to the announce table where Dixie is bend over it while Scot fucks her. The crowd behind them smile and wave.

"Yes, give it to me. Scot. Oh yeah fuck!"

"That's the way you like it slut." Scot asks as he pounds his cock deep into Dixie's pussy.

"Oh yeah! Pull my hair like the Crippler! Pull my hair!"

Scot is about to pull on her hair when someone off screen coughs.

Both announcers look at the camera and quickly compose themselves.

"Well, welcome back folks. You're just in time for the final match." Scot says buttoning up his shirt.

"Wow, you really are a horndog. But a very good horndog." Dixie says with a smile while she touches her pussy.

"Dixie!"

"Oh right. The final match to determine who will their chance at the thing..."

"Well, said, Dixie. Now let's get this match going."

"We are going to continue this after this thing is over, aren't we?" Dixie asks.

"You can count your ass on that little missy."

Dixie giggles.