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An arm suddenly wrapped around Miss H’s neck, tearing off her panties in one swipe.

“See, what is it about me that makes you think I forget a grudge?”

Miss H turned quickly to find Becky standing behind her. She slammed a cattle prod directly into Sandra’s clit. The teacher screamed in agony, even as she was stimulated into multiple orgasms rapidly.

A faintly sick smell of smoke came from Sandra’s cunt as Becky threw it away, turning to kick Boss Bitch in the head and knock her out in pain.

“I ain’t no saint, but try and fight halfway fair for once, cum dumpsters. Use some fuckin skill!”

Amazon didn’t take the time to think about the situation, dropping herself onto BB wearily for the three count. The Power Duo rose unsteadily, but triumphant.

“Thanks, I guess,” Ilsa grunted to Becky, offering a hand.
“Don’t bother,” Becky sneered. “Just hope you don’t suck this bad in the finals.” Becky grabbed Miss H and Boss Bitch by the hair and dragged them backstage.