They change the rules

You watch as Wendy groans in pain as she tries to reach for the ropes.

Tricia seeing this, pulls Wendy further away but Wendy grips her hands into fists and crawl towards the ropes. Wendy reaches out with all her might, the tendons in her arms standing out as they reach for the rope. And as Tricia starts to pull her back, Wendy grabs the rope and holds onto it tight.

You knew what that meant as Wendy cries out in pain from Tricia pulling her back. You go to Tricia and push her back, making her let go of the rope.

Tricia starts to lunge at you but you point at the rope.

"She grabbed the rope!" You yell, hoping your voice brought the type of authority you want it to bring.

Tricia stops and looks at you and then nods her head.

Wendy gets up and both women stare at each other.

Both of them look at each other, but you notice their eyes would go to you and your latex referee outfit.

You felt tense as you waited for someone to throw the first move, as your mind race on what moves they make.

But as you waited Wendy's and Tricia's eyes kept going back to you, with less and less focus on each other.

"Fuck it." Tricia murmurs before charging after Wendy.

Wendy raises her hand, "Stop!'

Tricia stops a few inches from Wendy.

"Look, we both notice the elephant in the ring, right?"

Both women look at you.

"What?"

Wendy turns to Tricia, "Now while you maybe new, you are not as green as this whore, with your mom right?"

"Right."

"And you know what you are, right?"

"Sure, what you are getting at?"

"Well, we have a new girl, whose wearing a outfit that is close to nothing as one can get with how it attaches to her skin."

You look at your outfit and blush.

"Who can't decide if she's a face or a heel. So how about we make the decision for her, as we are both want a piece of that ass."

Tricia smiles Wendy, as you didn't like where this conversation was going,

Wendy asks, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Sex off?"

"Sex off." Wendy nods.

Both women turns to you as you slowly back away with your hands raised, "Wait a minute. I'm the ref, wait a minute."

"May the best woman win."

"I intend to." Tricia adds.