cribs

“It’s a Crib match!” Lisa giggled. “We get to see these wrinkled old bats strip eachother down and throw them naked into this!” A crib about the size of a king-size bed was wheeled outside the ring. “Let’s hope their ancient asses don’t have a heart attack from the strain of this fight.”

“That girl needs some serious discipline!” Miss H snapped, turning to threaten the substitute owner as she leaned over the ropes.
She couldn’t see Boss Bitch run up behind her before the bell and yank down her skirt right away, leaving her lacey black thong exposed. Miss H stumbled over her downed skirt in her surprise, falling on her hands and knees as Boss Bitch sat on her back and the bell only then rang.

“Pay more attention in class,” Boss Bitch said in an obnoxious impression of Miss H as she smacked her hard on the ass.