One shot!

Both wrestlers charged at each other and Heather swings at Amelia, who ducks under it. When Heather turns around, Amelia immediately swings and connects with Heather's jaw.

Heather falls like a ton of bricks.

"And Heather is out! Heather is out!" Scot yells.

"Dios Mios!" Isabella cries as Amelia puts her foot on Heather's back as she lies there.

Emily checks on Heather and tries to call her name with no response. She then calls for the bell.

The bell rings.

"And your winner by knockout..." Jasmine yells, "Amelia Beckett!"

People cheered as Amelia gets her hand raised by Emily.

"And there you have it. With no sex moves at all, Amelia just won her way to the next round." Scot says.

"Yay, I guess." Isabella sighs.

Amelia then pulls down her shorts and smothers Heather with her pussy.

Heather struggles as Amelia grabs her hair and starts giving slight jabs to her forehead.

"Talk about a wake up call." Isabella scoffs.

"Lick cunt! Lick!" Amelia barks.

"It looks like I stand corrected." Scot replies as Amelia rides Heather's face till she lean back and cum in her face.

Amelia then got up, step out of her shorts, to full reveal her nicely trimmed bush and lean over the ropes and yells for a ring tech to give her a strapon.

A tech does it but swipes his hand away as he was about to hand her lube. She gestures to Jasmine, who walks over to her, and Amelia demands the mike. Unsure, Jasmine hands her the mike where Amelia swipes from her hand.

"It looks like miss attitude has something to say." Isabella comments as Amelia then puts on the strapon and walks over to Heather, who is slowly recovering.

Amelia then flips Heather over and rips off her thong. There she slides her cock in Heather's pussy.

"Ahh!" Heather cries with Amelia pulling on her hair while she thrusts into her.

"This is what I'm talking about!" Amelia yells into the mike, "You so called sex wrestlers are nothing but little whores who can't take a simple punch!"

The crowd boos.

"Why, that little... I was one of those sex wrestlers, you little punta!" Isabella cries.

"You are nothing but fakes. Using this so called sport to get off when we all know that boxing is the real sport."

"Fuck!" Heather cries with Amelia fucking her faster.

"Look how I knocked out this whore with one punch and no sex moves. That's because that's what a real sport is about. Doing the hard work first before having fun. Something I bet your precious Sexfight Queen would know anything about. I bet I can knocked her down like this whore!

"God!" Heather interrupts as she starts to cum.

"With one punc..."

"Shut the hell up!" Someone screams from top the ramps.

The crowd turns and cheers as Amelia gives one slap to Heather's ass as her body thrusts back and forth on the cock after her massive orgasm and turns to face..."