Becky takes the win

Becky surprises the teacher by lunging for her legs, grabbing her calves and yanking her legs from beneath her. She holds her up by them and spins her like a helicopter, the world whirling around in Miss H’s view.

The airplane spin was an old convention, especially in women wrestling, but Becky put her own twist on it by using her fingers to undo Miss H’s skirt as she spun. When it was loose enough, Miss H flew from her own clothes, landing on the mat pained and dizzied.

“Now… what was that about your sex being a weapon, smart guy?” Becky climbed over her, bending her legs into a figure four position but holding them in place with her arm. Miss H moaned painfully and clawed at the mat for leverage, but Becky had her tightly. She then shoved her entire fist into the teacher’s cunt, pumping her hard.

Miss H screamed and drooled at the fisting.

“Say it, cunt. Say you give up!” Becky snarled.
“N… never! You lunatic!”
“You call this crazy? Once I fuck you shitless, maybe I can tell you just how nuts I can get. Now GIVE!” She had her arm inside her halfway up to her elbow.

“Fuck you!”
“Fuck me? Hell, I’D fuck me. But business first. Now GIVE, you fucking nerdy geezer!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH I GIVE! JUST FUCK ME! OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Becky grinned, tracing her fingernails tauntingly over Miss H’s clit so that she came all over the mats.

“You…” Miss H gasped desperately on the mat. “You… are very skilled.”
“All the more reason to get on my good side, yea?”
“…indeed.”

Becky held out a hand. “For ****.”
She helped Miss H to her feet. “For punishment. But what are we going to call ourselves.”

Becky shrugged as she casually got dressed in front of the students, licking Miss H’s cum off her arm like a leaky ice cream cone.
“Well, I’ve got some serious badasses lined up to try out, and our main target seems to be the Luvs, so I was thinkin’… The Hayt Family.”
“Clever.”
“Yea, I thought so. Come on, I got some more hot picks to get to.”