Goth power

The women rolled across the mat, only stopping when they hit a turnbuckle. They stopped with Ann on top, though Miss H promptly threw a knee under Ann’s short skirt and into her cunt. Then another.

“Dirty slut!” Ann growled painfully. She grabbed Sandra by the hair, holding her in place as she bit down on the teacher’s lip. She pulled back with her teeth, Miss H screaming in a distorted pitch.

She grabbed Ann by the head, swinging it into the nearby turnbuckle and rattling her brain. She shoved Ann off, scrambling to gain some distance. Her lip was still bleeding from the bite, and Ann dragged herself to her feet as well.

Ann sneered at the teacher, lifting her shirt and flashing her pierced nipples. She stuck out her similarly pierced tongue and wriggled it at her. "Want a piece of this, skank? Come and get it!"

Miss H charged in fury as Ann dropped her shirt back into place, throwing out a straight kick right to the teacher's throat. She flew to the mat, coughing violently as she held her neck, Ann strutting over her.

"Time to fight the power..."