Trisha sadly wins.

3!

The bell rings with the crowd booing.

"Um..." Debbie says getting the mike, "The winner is... Trisha Status!"

The crowd boos louder with Scot screaming, "This is wrong! Casey had in this in the bag!"

"And she didn't. Too bad, so sad."

Trisha gives Casey a few more thrusts before pushing Casey off and getting up to get her hand raised by Debbie, who reluctantly takes it and raises it.

The crowd starts crying, "Loser! Loser! Loser!"

Trisha smirks and sees Casey crawling away to the ropes. She pulls Casey back by the hips and slams her cock into Casey's pussy

Casey's swollen eyes widen as Trisha slams her cock into her, unrelenting as she pulls on Casey's hair before fish hooking her lips.

"Ahh! Ahh!" Casey moans.

"Hi, Casey!" Tanya says with the camera seeing Tanya waving between the ropes at the desk, "I don't know if you can see me with your eyes, but this is what you get for attacking me last week and what you will get every week till March you little whore."

"Ahh! MUCK!" Casey cries as she cums hard all over the mat.

Trisha then pulls Casey up to her knees and there Trisha wraps her legs and arms around Casey's chest and neck before falling sideways.

There she continue to fuck Casey despite Debbie yelling at her.

"This needs to stop!"

"Why? I think this starting to get fun." Tanya remarks as Casey struggles to breathe as she cums again and again as Trisha never stop thrusting with Casey's arms slowly starting to move less and less.