Quarterfinals

Bethany and her gang were in front of a tent where people were getting food and hanging around some tents.

One girl had a naked man under her feet and was sporting a black eye while he worshipped her foot.

Bethany and another girl was pulling money from his pocket.

"Wot ya got, Mackenzie?" Bethany asked pulling credit cards from his wallet.

"Jus' a couple o' bank notes, y'know? This one be a poor blighter, it is."

Bethany sighs, "Figures."

"Excuse me." Mike says coming up to the ladies, "Ms. Baker."

"Bethany." Bethany snarls, "Nobo dyou call Ms. Baker. Do I look loike a proper feckin' bitch?"

The other girls chuckle, "Ms. Baker."

Bethany smirks at her girls before going back to her spoils.

"Yes... um Bethany. How do you feel about your match tonight with Mama? Are you worried that you might lose and you know?"

Bethany looks at Mike sharply

"Get... pregnant?"

"D'ye want t'know how I feel, do ye?" Bethany asks grabbing Mike by the tie and pulls it sharply towards her.

Mike gulps and shakes his head.

Bethany smiles and loosens her grip, "Fine, then. Since ye asked so sweetly. I'll be tellin' ye."

She then grips Mike's tie again and swings him to the side of the tent and slams him against a pole that was holding the tent flap up.

"Oi, feel grand. So I do. Ya know why?"

Mike shakes his head so fast it almost was a blur.

"Cuz me fella.." Bethany says unzipping Mike's pants and pulling out his cock. There she starts to stroke it while holding his shirt up with her other hand, to show off his average body.

"Yer Ma's nothin’ but a bleedin’ faker. A circus clown who needs a good lesson. And I’ll be the one givin’ it. Have yer fun an’ games on yer fancy telly an’ wee pornos, sure."

"Oh god!" Mike says biting his lips while his cock becomes nice and rigid in Bethany's hand

"In th' real world, me world, there's naught but misery an' pain fer those like her who crave it, an' joy an' pleasure fer folks like meself who give it. An' tonight, an' nine months from now, I’m goin’ to prove that havin’ a wee mouth latched 'round yer tit is what sets ye apart from bein’ one o' th' greats to a fake little jobber. Isn’t dat right, lassies?"

"Aye! Aye!" the women agreed.

"Ohh fuck!" Mike cries as cum shoots from his cock.

She looks at the mess in her hand and wipes it on Mike's chest. She then pushes him away.

"Get outta 'ere, ya little shite!"

Mike runs away.

Bethany then looks at the camera, "An' fer ye, Mama! I've got one thing t'say t'ye"

Bethany turns and pulls down her pants and thong. She bends over the table she was sitting on and spreads her ass cheeks where the camerawoman can get a good look at her pussy.

"No baby is comin' outta this!"

The rest of Bethany's gang did the same and drop trow, showing off their pussies and shaking their asses.

"Yeah! Haha!" They scream and start chanting, "No baby is comin' outta this! No baby is comin' outta this!"

They stop chanting and Bethany then holds her middle finger up over her shoulder, without looking at the camera, and says with her pussy in full view, "Feck you, Mama and your brood!"

The feed then cuts off.

"Well, thank you Mike for that interesting interview." Sharon says as Ariel shots of the ring is shown surrounded by the tents and stands from the conventions.

"Yes, it was very interesting." Mcvan says, "Let's see how Bethany does in the ring."

"Well, everyone the Quarterfinals is about to start and I know we all excited to get started. So let's go!