Lisa cheats, of course

Lisa held onto the ropes as Missy banged her from behind, trying to get some stabilization to hope for a counter-attack. When she had some time to clear her head, she reached down by the ringside and grabbed a tiny bag. She turned and threw a large handful of the flash powder inside, tagging Missy in the face and blinding her.

The xmas girl staggered back, her face red and screaming as Lisa helped herself up on the ropes.

“You got your bag of tricks, I got my own, bitch!” Lisa taunted, reaching under the ring and pulling out a duffel bag. “And mine doesn’t have any wussy presents in it.”

Lisa pulled out a huge strapon, having to use multiple straps to be able to support its size. “Top of the line Cunt Crusher 9000. Something your pathetic little income would never be able to get your slimy fingers on. Special clit-seeker tip, remote-controllable head…. The tech put into this fucker, the researchers I paid could’ve probably cured some diseases instead of make this. And you’re lucky enough to be my horny little guinea pig!”