Mama is pissed off!

Mama looks up at Trisha, gritting her teeth, rage in her eyes.

"Uh oh!" Dixie cries, "I don't think Trisha should've insult her about her children or her mothering skills. She takes that very..."

Mama foot jabs Trisha making her creel over as she takes Trisha's head under her arm.

"Personal!" Dixie finishes as Mama slams Trisha over her shoulder.

Mama holds Trisha there over her knee and raises a hand.

The crowd is livid as Mama then slaps Trisha's ass as hard as she can.

Slap!

"The Bad Boy Spank!" Scot yells.

"The Bad Girl Spank in this case!" Dixie replies.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"SLAP!"

Trisha's ass was bright red and still shaking after Mama was done with it.

But instead of letting Trisha go, Mama pulls Trisha up by the hair, tears are seen running down Trisha's eyes, and there she takes her to the turnbuckle and slams her face repeatedly into it.

Hurbert was nowhere in the ring. As he went under the ropes and pulls out a eight inch strapon, rigid with bumps, and thick like a coke can.

He went back into the ring and shows it to Mama. Mama stops and takes upon the urging from Hurbert, looking lost and confused as he did so with Trisha lying against the turnbuckle, sweating and dazed from the constant hits in the face..

"Really? Whose side is Hurbert on!" Dixie yells.

"It looks like Mama, but why?" Scot replies.