Heel newcomer battle royale (Hayt Family storyline)

Miss H had one of her favored students send letters to several of the lower ranking heels in the league. For this simple assignment, the student got automatic 100s on her next project, and a week of getting to be detention supervisor. Since that usually meant fucking cheerleaders with strapons and double dildoes (and sometimes tying them up with vibrators), it was a pretty nice reward for the kind of student who Miss H wouldn't hate.

Becky and Miss H both dressed the same for the battle royal, as coaches. Tiny dolphin shorts that only covered half their asses, and extremely tight gray T-shirts that left their midriffs bare and were ripped down the front, exposing a lot of cleavage.

Ellen the Spy, April the Felon, Melissa the Wrestler, Sandra the Belly Dancer, Wendy the Wicked Witch, Amelia Beckett the Vengeful Bride and Vanessa Green "The Pimp of the Century" all showed up at a private gym that Becky owned.

April was the last to arrive. She was already angry, and was carrying a half empty bottle of Jagermeister with her. "What the hell is this all about, Becky, and what're all these BITCHES doing here?!"

"Tell me you did NOT just say that!" Vanessa stood up and strutted across the floor, getting face to face with April. "I will shove this pimp cane straight up your ass, and then I'll put you on the streets working for me until you can buy me a new one. Hell, two new ones!"

"Pfft. Because you need weapons to fight. No discipline and no skill." Melissa said from the sidelines.

"Why don't you shut up?" Ellen yelled at her. "You come in here condescending to all of us with your I'm-a-real-wrestler stuff..."

"Hey, at least she's gotten out of the undercards" Wendy said, laughing. "You've been here how long? And you haven't done anything."

Pretty soon, all the girls were face to face, screaming and threatening each other. Miss H was laughing, but Becky was pissed. She grabbed a bullhorn.

"Listen to me, you bunch of whores! If you don't shut up and knock that off now, I will personally mop the ring with each and every one of you, break your arms and fuck you until you can't feel your legs. Now sit down and listen to me."

April might have thought she deserved some special treatment since she sometimes teamed with Becky, but she was also smart enough to know not to push her. The other girls quieted down, although Vanessa wouldn't quit rolling her eyes.

"I have a... project... of sorts." Becky explained, still talking on the bullhorn. "I am going to need help from one of you. But ONLY from one of you. And I brought you all here to help me decide. Miss Hoeful, if you will explain."

Miss H took over. "You will all be participating in a battle royal. The winner gets to help. The losers may get a few good orgasms if they're lucky. You DO want to help us, so don't be a smartass and say you don't. The rules are simple. If you submit, you are eliminated. If you are **** to orgasm against your will, you are eliminated. Pins do not count. (Sandra smirked at Melissa, who flipped her off) You may use any weapon you find in this building, but you may not attempt to injure each other. Any injuries sustained here will not be covered by the Sex Wrestling Federation, and so if they happen, Becky and I will make sure that the offending party is injured four times as badly as her opponent."

The gym had a wrestling ring and an oil pit set up in it. In one corner was a king sized bed covered in pillows. In another was some small-scale bondage equipmanet, a few sets of cuffs and ties, some whips and assorted sex toys, and a sex sling.

"Wrestlers... WRESTLE!" Miss H shouted through the bullhorn. She and Becky stepped back to watch the lower carders tear into each other.