Yes!

3!

The bell rings

“Ms. H did it! She won the three way!”

"And your winner by pinfall!" Candy yells, "Ms. H!"

The crowd cheers as Ms. H gets her armed raised while her foot is on the still Bustules while Juice huddles outside the ring, rubbing her ass that just got fucked.

“Well, I think it just proved that despite the odds brains will always beat out brawn.”

“And it doesn’t seem as if the crowd hasn’t lightened up to the rookie Bustules with how they are cheering for Ms. H despite how badly she treated her.”

“Aw, I’m sure they will get back behind Bustules. She’s a true powerhouse.” Scot replies as Ms. H gets her ruler and dunce cap before pulling her strapon off her and throwing into the waiting crowd before sliding under the ropes.

“I’m sure once she gets some experience under her pussy. She will be well loved as her predecessor.”

Ms. H takes one look at Juice, who looks back at her wearily and walks off in a huff.

“Well, folks stay tuned for our final match in Aftercare where we see two jobber teams go at it. Who will beat their losing streaks and who will continue to be losers. Watch and find out!”