Simon felt a bit of regret as he counted to three, silently hoping Boss would overcome the stronger opponent. But it wasn't meant to be. He let Diamond sit on her face for a few more seconds after the match was over, knowing humiliation was very much a part of the show, but then signaled the bigger woman to move, not risking Boss to suffocate.<br/><br/>He waited for a moment, giving Melissa the chance to get back on her feet, and quickly checked if she was still ok. Upon confirmation, he stood in between the ladies and grabbed each of their wrists. "Ladies, gentlemen, and not so gentle men," the referee announced to the public. "For the first match of this evening, Tiny Terror versus the Diamond, please give a big applause for the winner, Diamond!" as he finished, he pulled the dark woman's arm high into the air, and held it there for a few seconds to give the audience a chance to cheer, or to look at Melissa's breast, which still hung out in the open.<br/><br/>Releasing their wrists again, he told Diamond, loud enough for the audience to overhear: "Please free Tiny Terror off her outfit, while I go grab the strap-on." And with that, Simon scooted off, leaving Tiny Terror to her fate.<br/><br/>Just a minute later, Simon returned, holding the strap-on in his right hand. The big fat dildo that was secured to the front was covered with several condoms, both for hygiene and to give it the light blue color that matched Diamond's outfit. In his left hand he held a bottle of lube spray. The ladies hadn't mentioned anything about anal in their wager, but better safe than sorry, he thought. Besides, perhaps Diamond just wanted to go hard without waiting for Boss to get wet. "Psst, Diamond." he whispered to get the wrestler's attention without climbing into the ring, letting the ladies have the spotlight. He handed the strap-on to her through the ring's ropes, and placed the bottle on the ring mat, close to the wrestler.