Epilogue

The next thing you are aware of is a beeping and someone talking but from far away. You slowly wake up and sees a tv in above of you, mounted on the wall, showing you being held up by Baroness' large bra as she carries over her back before Ellen starts punching you in the dick.

Amber, who is sitting next to you, sees you are awake and turns off the tv.

"So how is our little man?" Amber asks with a big smile.

"Did... did...we win?" You croak as you noticed flowers around you, one that was signed by Tara.

"We did. By disqualification after Amelia threw you into the announcer's table. That had to be one of the shortest matches in SWF's history but a win is a win. So we get to keep you!"

"Yay." You said meekly.

"You will be back in the ring in no time but don't worry. We will make sure you don't get flabby as you recover."

"We?"

The door opens and in comes Barbara wearing a slutty nurse outfit.

"So..." She says twirling her little stethoscope that is around her neck, "How the little patient doing?"

You feel a strong grip on your cock as Amber strokes, "He's not so little anymore?"

Both women giggled as you gulped.