Her old self comes back

Tara finally breaks away and stands over the kneeled over Annie.

“Ann, I mean... Annie, are you okay?”

“Yeah...” Annie sniffs, she looks up, mascara running down her face, her hair in a mess, ‘But it’s not Annie, it’s Ann.”

Tara smiles, “I knew a good fucking is want you needed.”

“Yeah, and a good beating.” Ann pulls out a tack from her back, “You really gave me one. But I earned it. I needed one to come back to my senses. Holy Marylin Monroe, look at the fuck that I’m wearing.”

Tara then holds her hand out, “Here let me help you up.”

“Geez thanks.”

“It looks like our Ann is back.” Scot says.

Ann takes Tara’s hand but before Tara could pull Ann up, Ann pulls her and rolls her up with Ann sitting on top of Tara, with her arms wrapped around Tara’s legs all while fingering her ass.

The referee counted.

1...

2...

3...

The bell rings.

"And your winner and still Champion!" Candy yells, "Annie!"

“Annie... I mean Ann won. She retains.”

The crowd cheers as Ann gets off Tara, who scurries away looking pissed.

“Yeah, but is it Ann or is it really Annie?”

Ann holds her hand out to Tara, “Sorry about that, but we are in the middle of the match. And it was for my title.”

Tara looks at the hand and back at Ann and smiles before taking it.

Both women hold their hands up in victory.

“It lovely to see two friends reunited.”

“But it’s sad that the unbeatable Tara has now proven beatable.”

“I don’t think that matter to Tara.”

Tara and Ann look at each other and start to make out in the middle the ring all bloody and bruised from what they inflicted onto each other

“Not one bit.”