Betty is in the dressing, admiring herself in the mirror with the WWL title belt around her wait. Wearing a pair of power blue panties and matching bra as she does some poses in the mirror.
Bree is behind Betty, not impressed with the way Betty is showing off the belt. Betty turns around and sees the goth wrestler watching her.
“Like what you see?” Betty moves her hands to her belt, showing it off to Bree.
“Better off of that bitch Sandy, but better on me.” Bree hisses as she steps up to Betty, pressing her big boobs against the champions.
“One day you get your chance, but just like our titfight…” Betty steps back and bumps her breasts into Bree’s, forcing her to step back. “you will lose to me” Betty side steps Bree as she leaves the room while Bree closes her hands as her eyes narrows while her glace sticks on Betty. She shakes her head while she mutters to herself.
Sandy steps out toward the ring first, wearing her signature orange thong, topless, barefoot, and her brown hair loose behind her back. Demanding her title rematch are a long reign, she got her chance, thinking Betty will not win two straights against her. She climbs up the ring step and enters the ring between the middle and top ropes. She ignores the fans booing her as she pace back and forth, feeling uneasy with the title around her waist.
Betty soon steps out after her. The mixed reaction the crowd grows in the arena as she shows off her belt, taking it off her waist and raising it up over her head with her left hand. She stops half way toward the ring as Sandy moves toward the ropes, climbing out of the ring, changes at the champion. Betty drops the belt as she charges at the former WWL champion and they both meet, swinging their fists at each other over and over. The ref inside the ring tries to order them into the ring while both women grab each other’s hair with their left hand and swing their right fist to each other’s head and body. The stalemate ends when Sandy lifts her right knee up to Betty’s lower stomach, forcing her to bend over. Sandy’s right hand joins her left to grab a handful of Betty’s hair. She tugs and whips Betty into the barricade, back first as the champion crumbles down to her hands and knees, her right hand clutches her back. Sandy walks over where the title belt felt, picking it up with both hands as she looks down on it, then press it against her chest, hugging it like a lost child. She turns around as she lifts the title over her head, walking over to Betty where she begins to get back to her feet. Sandy gets close to enough to Betty as she attempts to swing down the belt, but is cut off as Betty kicks her left foot up between Sandy’s legs.
“Awwwww!” Sandy drops the belt as she doubles over in front of the champion. Betty grabs a handful of Sandy’s hair as she tugs and whips her to the barricade on the other side of the walkway. Sandy drops down on her ass as she arches her back. Betty charges forward and plows her right knee right into Sandy’s big right tit, forcing a scream as drops down on her left side, clutching her tit with both hands. Betty reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra as it falls down to her hands. Sandy rolls over to her stomach, trying to push to her hands and knees, but Betty stomps down on her back repeatedly to keep her down. Betty bend down and loops her bra over Sandy’s neck and pulls back to tighten against her neck. Sandy gasp as she grabs the top while Betty wraps the bra tightly, pulling back on it. Sandy slowly gets up while Betty continues to pull back to “help” her up quicker. Betty guides Sandy toward the ring, as they get closer to the ring, Sandy fires a left hook to Betty’s body, but Betty lifts her right knee up to Sandy’s pussy to stop her from fighting back. Betty tosses Sandy back into the ring, rolling her under the ropes as Sandy rolls to her back, pulling the top from her neck while she coughs her air. The ref signals the bell to start the match as Betty rolls herself into the ring.
Betty gets to her feet, walking over to Sandy as she struggles to get some air back in. The champion bends down, grabbing Sandy’s large breasts, sinking her fingers deep into her tit flesh. She leans back, pulling on her squeezed breasts, causing Sandy to scream as she tries to sit up and get to her knees. Sandy grabs Betty’s right wrist with her left hand while she tries hard to ignore the pain and swing her left fist to Betty’s stomach. Betty stops pulling, but holds on to Sandy’s tits as she bends over. Sandy reaches up with her left hand over Betty’s forehead and rakes her nails down on her face, forcing Betty to let go and scream as she bends back up, covering her face. Sandy leans into Betty’s right thigh while her left arm. She swings her right fist up between Betty’s legs as Betty crumbles down on the canvas, curling up with both hands on her pussy.
Sandy bends down to grab Betty’s panties, ripping it down her legs and off her. She drops down to her knees as she grabs Betty’s left leg to lift up. She raises her right hand to signal her Pap Smear, finisher, but Betty caught sight of her hand as she panics, squirming and kicking her legs as Sandy’s loses her hold on Betty’s leg. Betty rolls away, under the ropes, and drops on her feet on the mats outside the ring. She leans against the ring apron, breathing hard as she tries to catch her breath. Sandy gets back to her feet while the ref begins to count out Betty. She walks over to the ropes, leaning over the top rope to grab Betty’s blonde hair. Betty screams as she turns around while Sandy pulls up on Betty’s hair, forcing her up on the ring apron. As soon as Betty’s knees are on the apron, she reaches up to grab Sandy’s hair and drops back on the hard mat, pressing down on Sandy’s neck on the top rope and releasing her as Sandy slings back and crashes down on the canvas as her hands clutches on her neck.
Betty reaches out with her hands under the ropes, grabbing Sandy’s right ankle, pulling and lifting her leg over the bottom rope. She reaches down with her right hand to grab her left ankle and her left hand grasping the right ankle. She steps back until Sandy’s pussy is press against the ropes. Sandy sits up, shaking her head as she reaches out to plead with Betty to not to do it. Betty nods her head and begins moving to her right, dragging Sand’s pussy against the rope. Her thong doing little to nothing to protect her pussy from the increase burn as Sandy howls in pain. Betty drags Sandy to corner of the ring where she releases Sandy’s ankles. Sandy quickly pulls her legs back in, her hands clutches her pussy. Betty moves her hands under the ropes again, grabbing Sandy’s ankles again, she positions Sandy’s pussy closer to the ring post as her right hand releases the left ankle, her right arm going around the ring post to capture the ankle again. Sandy grabs the bottom ropes, trying to pull herself back, but Betty leans and steps back, slamming her pussy into the unforgiving post. Sandy screams as she pulls her legs back in after Betty release her ankles. She curls up as she clutches her pussy once more. Betty moves to the right, sliding back into the ring, under the ropes. Betty pushes herself to her knees as she sees Sandy still curled up. She crawls over to the former champion from behind. She grabs the orange thong and yanks it up, forcing another scream from Sandy. Betty tugs and tugs until the thong is torn off. Sandy rolls to her back, rocking back and forth from the pain. Betty mocks the former champion by raising her right hand to signal The Pap Smear. She grabs her hand down to Sandy’s pussy as Sandy screams out louder.
“Give up bitch, submit to your own move!” Betty shouts at her while her fingers latches on her clit.
“Oh fuck….no! damit!” Sandy fights the pain as she tries to reach down for Betty’s hand. Betty twist the clit forces another scream from the former champion, then she leans down and latches her teeth on Sandy’s right areola. Sandy screams again as she sees her large tit bitten into by the champion. She pulls her hands back and grabs at Betty’s eyes, pushing her nails in as Betty screams, releasing the large tit and her right hand pulling back from Sandy’s pussy. Sandy rake her hands down as Betty screams and drops to her side, her hands clutches her eyes.
Sandy reaches out to grab the middle ropes, she closes her legs together as she gets to her knees. She sees Betty rubbing her eyes, trying to see, but continues to cover her eyes. Sandy pushes up to her feet, gritting her teeth from the pain she is in.
“My turn to filthy bimbo!” Sandy yells as she staggers over the fallen champion, reaching down to grab her tits just as Betty done earlier. Betty groans hard as she feels Sandy’s fingers squeeze down on her tits like they were stress balls. Sandy leans back to pull on Betty’s tits, forcing her to get up. Betty screams as she grabs Sandy’s wrists, forcing herself to her knees then up to her feet with her eyes still closed. She tries to open them but the pain is preventing her from doing so. Sandy keeps her busy as she uses her tits to drag them over to the ropes as Betty follows her like a lost puppy. Sandy releases her tits, Betty tries to rub her eyes again while Sandy moves behind her. Sandy grabs Betty’s left arm, lift it as she moves her head under her left arm. She wraps her own right arm around Betty’s waist and her left hand grabbing the back of Betty’s left thigh. She groans out hard as she lifts Betty up, enough to get herself into the ropes and drops the champion down on the top rope, slamming her pussy. Betty screams as her left hand grabs the top rope and her right hand tries to clutch her pussy. Sandy drops down to her knees as she grabs both of Betty’s ankles, one outside the ring and other inside the ring.
“Time for a bronco ride bitch!” Sandy yells as she tugs down the ankles, press Betty’s pussy down harder. Betty screams as she shakes her head in pain. The top rope bounces as Sandy yanks down each time the rope bounces up. Sandy releases the ankles as Betty stays on the rope, moaning in pain. Sandy bends back up and reaches out with both hands, latching on her harden nipples. She squeezes and twist on her nipples. Sandy steps back, pulling on the nipples, stretching them then her tits. Betty screams as she is being dragged on the rope, feeling the burn in her pussy. Sandy drags the champion to one of the corners of the ring. She releases Betty’s nipples and leans over the top rope, grabbing the outside leg to pull it back inside. She positioned Betty to sit on the top turnbuckle while the champion clutches her raw pussy. Sandy swings her right fist to the side of Betty’s head, followed by her left, then a right hand back handed chop across her tits. Betty leans back, close to fall back, but Sandy catches her right wrist and pulls her back. She leans in with her left shoulder, pulling on the champion’s right arm to get her across Sandy’s shoulders, facing down. Sandy’s left arm moves between Betty’s legs, wrapping her arm around her left thigh. She slowly carries the champion away from the corner until she reaches to the center of the ring. She stops and drops back down, slamming Betty down on the canvas with Sandy’s head resting on her body. Betty lays on her back with her arms and legs spread with her eyes closed. Her arms and head twitches as Sandy sits up, rolling over to her hands and knees. Sandy crawls over Betty’s body, straddling her stomach. She grabs both of Betty’s arms, tucking them under her legs. She smiles as she reaches down with hands around Betty’s right tit, forcing her nipples and areola to bulge upward. Sandy bends down and bites down on the areola, forcing the champion to scream. Sandy shakes her head back and forth like a dog while Betty stomps her feet repeatedly from the pain. Sandy bends back up, letting Betty’s tit flop back down to it’s place.
“You don’t like that don’t you bitch? How about this?” threaten Sandy as she slams her fists down on Betty’s tits. Her fists sink deeper after a few swings, forcing the champion to moan in pain. Sandy raises her arms in a muscle pose to show off to the crowd, showing them that Betty’s last win was a fluke until Betty shoots her legs up, hooking them under Sandy’s arms. She pushes her legs down as she drives Sandy backwards, slamming the back of her head to the canvas as Betty sits up, grabbing Sandy’s legs.
The ref sees a pin attempt as she slides down and sees Sandy’s shoulders pinned down and slaps her hands down “1…….2….” Sandy slams her legs together on Betty’s head, forcing her to fall back and her legs loosen on Sandy’s arms, giving her the chance to lift her shoulder to break the pin count. The ref raises her right hand to signal only a two count while Sandy gets to her feet and stomps down on Betty’s body. Sandy walks over to Betty’s legs, grabbing them and tucking them under her arms. Betty raises hands up to try and stop Sandy from turning her over, but Sandy had other ideas as she positions herself for her back to face a corner. She leans back, drops back, and slingshot the champion of the canvas and sending her to the corner, face first. Betty’s head bounces off the top turnbuckle as she stands up straight then back forward on the ropes, her arms moving over the top ropes to try and hold herself up. Sandy gets herself back to her feet and sees the hurt blonde against the corner with her back toward her. She charges at the champion, looking to crush Betty into the corner with her body, but as she gets close, Betty pulls on the rope with her right hand to avoid he oncoming truck of Sandy’s body. She crashes tits first into the corner as she bounces off them, staggering backwards with her arms cross over her tits. Betty turns to face Sandy with her back against the ropes. She leans back and uses the ropes to send her toward Sandy, lifting her right arm out to clothesline her across her chest, knocking Sandy down on the canvas while Betty falls on her stomach.
Both women down on the canvas the ref looks at both of them and begins to count ‘1…….2……..3” Sandy begins to roll over to her stomach while Betty begins to push herself to her hands and knees. “4……..5…..6” Sandy gets to her hands and knees while Betty pushes herself to one knee. “7…8….9” Both women struggle to get to their feet to beat the count. They face each other and begin to swing their fists to one another, back and forth sweat flies off their head, their breasts, where ever their fists lands. They both switch tactics and grab at each other’s tits. They both squeezes and twist each other’s tits. Their fingers digging in deep while they scream in front of each other. Neither getting the upper hand until Betty lifts her left knee up to Sandy’s pussy, forcing her to release Betty’s tits and cover her pussy. Betty moves her right arm behind Sandy’s legs and pushes her tits forward, tripping her over Betty’s leg as Betty knocks her down on her back.
Betty walks over to Sandy’s legs, bending down to grab her ankles, lifting and spreading her legs. Sandy slowly shakes her head and raises her hands, trying to get Betty to stop. Betty lifts her left foot and stomps down on Sandy’s belly once, then twice, and finally she leaps up and drops her left knee down on her pussy. Sandy screams as she sits up as her hands clutches her pussy again. Betty kneeling in front of her, sends her right fist across Sandy’s face, knocking her down to her back again. Betty grabs Sandy’s left leg, tucking it under her right arm. She pushes herself back to her feet. Sandy not offering much resistance this time as Betty flips her over on her stomach. Sandy screams as she lifts her head. She pushes her forearm while Betty struggles to push Sandy down on the canvas while pulling back on her leg. She takes her chance to move her left hand to reach down for Sandy’s pussy, looking to end this rematch once and for all, but Sandy pulls back her right leg and kicks it out to Betty’s ass, knocking her forward and crashing into the referee, knocking them both on the canvas.
The crowd suddenly cheers loudly as Bree walks out with a steel chair with an angry look on her face. She is muttering as she walks toward the ring. Meanwhile, Betty pushes herself to her hands and knees, she sees the ref is out. Betty gets to her feet as Bree climbs up the ring apron with the chair in her right hand. They see each other as they argue at each other. Sandy gets to her feet and charges at Betty from behind, knocking her into Bree and the ropes. Bree is knocked off but lands on her feet as she stumbles back. Sandy uses the ropes to bounce them back with her arms around Betty’s body. They both fall back, rolling over with Betty folded over and Sandy sitting on top of her legs. Sandy shouting for the pin but the ref is still out on the stomach. Sandy breaks the pin to walk over to the ref while Bree slides into the ring. Sandy sees Bree before she can get to ref. She tries to clothesline her but Bree bends down to avoid her arm. Sandy turns around and is met with a chair shot to her stomach, then another to her head, knocking her on her back with her arms and legs spread out. Bree holds the chair with both hands as she shouts down at Sandy.
“Stay out of this bitch or you’ll get another face full of this chair!” Bree turns around, but is met with Betty charging and leaps up to dropkick her chair, slamming it to Bree’s face. Betty lands on her back while Bree drops the chair as she stumbles back, tripped over by the middle rope as she falls out of the ring, and crashes down on her back. Betty gets to her hands and knees, she grabs the chair and slides it out of the ring. She gets up and walks over to the ref, waking her up and grabs her by her top, dragging her over to the fallen Sandy. Betty reaches down to grab Sandy’s hands, pinning them over her head as she sits down on her face. She groans hard from the pain her pussy has gone through, but the humiliation is worth it. With her feet resting on Sandy’s shoulder, the ref slowly begins the pin count “1!” Betty leans down, trying to use her weight on Sandy’s face “2!” She leans back, her right hand on Sandy’s belly “3!” The ref rolls over to her back as Betty raises her arms in the air while the bell rings to signal the end of the match. Betty rolls off of Sandy’s face and continues to roll out of the ring. She walks by the knocked out Bree, then picks up her belt, hugging it as her love child. Few medical staff rushes out to check on Bree, Sandy, and the ref while Betty laughs while she walks backwards, then turns around to leave the arena.
