Quarterfinals

"This is Monica Sinn here in the dressing room of Bethany Baker."

"Aw, right there." Bethany can be heard moaning.

Monica goes down the small hallway and into the main dressing room where a man in a gimp mask is on his knees on the couch while Bethany is sitting on top of it getting her pussy licked by him.

"Ms. Baker..."

"Hold it there, me dear, not you!" Bethany yells at the gimp.

"Can ye believe I found this wee ring rat wanderin' about the hallway, lookin' for that little brat Karen's room? Claimin' to be escapin' from that witch Tanya. I hid him, sure did. His tongue's a marvel, it is."

She pulls the gimp's face away to the show the cameras his tongue, " Look how long it be. His face, ahh, not as grand as me man. So I put the gimp mask on him, I did."

"Speaking of Karen. How do you feel about your chances of winning your match."

Bethany's demeanor changed as she shoves the man's face back into her pussy, Sure, let me tell ya now. I’m chuffed that Mama isn’t the father of me Del, had to get a paternity test to sort that out, y’know. I'd be mortified if me daughter spoke to me like she spoke to us, claimin' I treat her like a trophy from a lost game, sayin' we oughta let our wee ones go. For shame, I say! But it’s a good thing I’m gonna win this match an' be the new Sex Fight Queen, 'cause this company needs fresh blood, it does. A new mammy, if yer were, fore holdin’ the kids back. An' that’s all I have to say on the matter."

"Ahh!" The gimp says to Monica, "Please ma'am do you know where Karen..."

Bethany shoves his face back in, "Keep it lickin'!"

Monica looks at the camera with the gimp licking Bethany's pussy besides her, "Back to you."

"Huh." Dixie says at the announcer's table, "I guess Bethany wasn't too thrilled with what Karen had to say."

"I wouldn't either if I were her, but that doesn't mean what Karen said wasn't true."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, as we got another round of matches going on and they are next!"