Heather goes straight for it.

Both wrestlers rush towards each other and grapple. Both are evenly matched and wouldn't bulge till Heather fell on her knees and starts sucking on Luke's dick.

"And already Butusles is giving Luke something that we men are always happy to have, a blowjob." Scot cries as the crowd cheers over him.

Luke grabs the back of Heather's head and groans as Heather's tongue tease his shaft while her lips wrap around his cock.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Luke cries as he starts to cum.

Heather then springs up and upper cuts Luke, sending him to the mat.

She smiles as she wipes cum from her lips. Heather pulls Luke up and bends over him to her thong, right near her pussy.

"No!" Luke yells but Heather shakes her finger no to the audience with a grin and instead DDTs him to the mat.

"It looks like Bustules is playing with her food. I think she likes him." Dixie comments.

"What gave you that impression?" Scot replies.