The True Main Event

By Amateur

Featuring:

Rena ‘Sable' Mero

Born: August 8, 1967 , Jacksonville , Florida , USA

Height: 5'7”; Weight: 120 lbs. (36C-24-36)

vs.

Torrie Wilson

Born: July 24, 1975 , Boise , Idaho , USA

Height: 5'9”; Weight: 133 lbs. (36C-25-36)

NOTE: As with the previous story involving WWE Divas, only the bit of Internet news is factual… I think. The rest is all fictitious. It never happened – even though at least some of it could have… if someone/something was a little better at their job, that is.

08/13/04 Internet News

Rena Mero, better known to WWE fans as Sable has been released by the company. Mero was pulled from weekend house shows after originally being booked and there was rumor backstage at SMACKDOWN!! tonight that she had been released. This release could be due to comments made in a recent interview with FortWayne.com. Sable signed a three year deal with the company when she made her comeback in March of 2003.

World Wrestling Entertainment have officially announced the release of Sable on their website, stating simply "WWE and Rena Mero, p.k.a. Sable, have parted ways." [PWinsider.com]

Sometime in 2004...

Contrary to what they said in public, Rena and Torrie did not get along at all. The reason? Plain old jealousy.

Before the demise of the WCW, Rena had been easily the hottest babe in the then-WWF, the undisputed queen of the ring, used to getting the undivided attention and the adoration of all the male fans. But, after her infamous lawsuit and lengthy absence from the wrestling scene, the painful reality was brought to her that more than three years is a long time in the industry, when, upon her return to the now revamped and renamed promotion – the SMACKDOWN! branch of it, to be exact – she found her throne occupied by the lovely Ms. Wilson. Never one to just sit down and accept things quietly, Rena immediately set about reclaiming her crown, but soon found out that it was not going to be that easy and was left feeling frustrated and humiliated after “losing” a number of bikini challenges to the younger woman and having to put up with story lines that favored Torrie over her.

Torrie, for her part, did not feel at all comfortable despite the fact that she was still the fans' favorite. She perceived Rena as a serious threat, a real competition in the looks department – something she had not had to deal with ever since she had started appearing exclusively on the newly formed SMACKDOWN!, with both Stacy Keibler and Trish Stratus having been left on RAW.

Life on SMACKDOWN! became an endless contest for the two sexy Divas as they constantly vied for the favor of both the fans and the WWE's top brass, each woman using whatever methods she deemed necessary with complete disregard for the other's feelings or well-being. The ongoing power-struggle accompanied by a good deal of backstabbing and all sorts of underhand tactics soon began to take its toll on the two women. The words that they exchanged became sharper and sharper with each passing day, and their in-ring encounters were punctuated by an increasing number of “accidents”, until eventually, it got to a point where a simple: “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that” was no longer enough to smooth things over and on a few occasions security had to step in to prevent the two from engaging in all-out brawls backstage.

The situation then worsened even further when PLAYBOY made the offer for both Rena and Torrie to pose for the magazine together.

Although the two accepted, the shoot almost had to be scrapped because of the blonde bombshells' constant bickering over which photos would be selected for the print, each woman wanting the ones she thought favored her the most. Ultimately, the editors were even forced to issue the magazine with two different covers in order to satisfy each Diva's demands.

The state of affairs on SMACKDOWN! was not much better, and the management's attempt to improve it by teaming Rena and Torrie up for an Evening Gown Match against Stacy Keibler and Miss Jackie at Wrestlemania XX did not help at all. Relations between the two went from bad to worse and continued in the same direction until finally, things just exploded backstage during an event.

It began with a squabble in the locker room immediately before the two were scheduled to make their appearance in the ring. Since they both knew that they could not do anything that might delay or affect their performance and jeopardize the show, they managed to somehow control themselves and avoid physical confrontation, but it was not easy. The two happened to be the only Divas on the show for that particular night, and with no one else there to restrain them, it looked like things would get out of hand pretty quickly. Thankfully, they were called to the ring mere seconds after the argument had started and disaster was averted. Just before they went out, Rena managed to subtly flip Torrie off, and that seemed to be the end of it. SEEMED to be...

Their appearance on the show went on without a hitch; the trouble began as soon as they were back into the locker room – just the two of them and with the door locked. The first insults were exchanged the moment they hit the showers, and by the time they had started putting their clothes on, tempers were really flaring. Some pretty nasty words were used on both sides, and it did not take very long for the two feisty beauties to reach the point of no return.

Just about at the time the main event was starting, Rena and Torrie went at it, each one relishing the opportunity to release all her pent-up anger towards the other that had been building up over the past year.

Their angry passions having spilled over so quickly, neither woman had really had any time to dress properly after her shower. Rena was clad only in a white lace thong and matching bra, while Torrie was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body.

They charged forward simultaneously and latched onto each other's hair falling to the floor and rolling back and forth in a snarling heap, slapping and clawing. Three seconds into the fight, Torrie lost her towel, remaining completely naked. Five seconds later, and Rena was topless, her bra having been torn to shreds and ripped off her body by the angry Idaho native.

“Fuckin' slut!” Rena growled as she rolled on top of Torrie and straddled her, trying to get hold of her wrists and pin them to the floor.

Torrie, however, had other ideas and punched Rena in the face, bucking wildly. She succeeded in throwing Rena off and rose up on her knees, making an attempt to mount her foe. Rena quickly twisted along the floor and, lying on her back, lashed out with her right foot, catching Torrie on the side of the head, causing the former Miss Galaxy to stagger.

Getting to their feet, the two Divas circled each other for a few moments, then Torrie attacked by leaping towards her opponent, both hands reaching for the hair. Rena swiftly raised her right leg in a roundhouse kick and connected with Torrie's jaw. Torrie groaned and reeled backwards, but managed to recover her balance and went for Rena again, snarling angrily. Rena stood her ground and kicked Torrie once more – this time in the stomach. As Torrie doubled over, Rena stepped up and kneed the Idaho beauty in the face. Torrie screamed and tottered, covering her face with her hands. Rena followed her and attempted another roundhouse kick to the head, but misjudged and only managed to connect with Torrie's shoulder. Torrie winced and took a few steps back, trying to regroup.

The opening moments of the fight clearly belonged to Rena, her kickboxing skills coming to the fore and helping her gain the early upper hand over her younger foe. Torrie was aware of it as well, and knew that she had to try and close up and take the battle down to the floor, where she felt that her advantage in size and weight would help her overcome Rena quickly. It was easier said than done though, and Torrie found that out the hard way when she got kicked in the stomach again as she tried to get close enough to get hold of Rena.

“C'mon, bitch, come get some more!” Rena taunted, as Torrie first groaned in pain and then snarled with frustration at the failure of her attempt.

But, in addition to size and weight, Torrie had another advantage over Rena: height. She now decided to utilize that and once again moved forward. Rena tried to kick her again, but this time Torrie stopped just before she got within the sexy Florida native's range and, using her superior reach, lashed out with her right foot and kicked Rena low in the flat, firm belly. Rena groaned and bent slightly forward, covering the hurt area with both hands. Before her foe could recover, Torrie charged, wrapping her arms around Rena and taking her down.

Almost immediately Torrie straddled Rena, slapping and punching and pulling hair with angry shouts. Groaning and squirming underneath the other woman, Rena tried to protect her face with her hands, but most of Torrie's blows got through anyway, hurting the smaller woman. Determined to put a stop to her rival's attack, Rena reached up with both hands and grabbed Torrie's naked, swinging breasts, squeezing them as hard as she could. Torrie screamed and instantly responded in kind, latching onto Rena's large tits and digging her fingernails deep into the supple flesh.

For perhaps half a minute the two stayed in that position, groaning and screaming as they pulled, squeezed and twisted one another's abundant (albeit artificial) assets, neither woman willing to let go, each wishing only to cause as much pain and damage to the other as possible. Then, it gradually started to become evident that Torrie was handling the tit mauling better than her adversary. Rena's face was red with the strain and contorted in agony and her screams were getting louder and louder as her big orbs were being crushed by the former Miss Galaxy's strong hands. She tried to increase her own efforts and pinched Torrie's hard, thick nipples, twisting them in opposite directions, but Torrie just snarled and gripped Rena's tits even harder, pulling them upwards with all her strength, stretching them to their limit and then attempting to stretch them even more. Rena howled in agony and grabbed Torrie's wrists, frantically trying to push her hands away. Torrie hung on and continued to punish her rival's breasts, grinding her knuckles into them, mashing both flesh and silicon against Rena's ribs.

“Like that, slut?” Torrie asked, as Rena screeched and thrashed helplessly underneath her “Huh? You like it?” She growled and squeezed her foe's tortured tits even harder, pulling them to and fro.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Rena shot both hands upwards and her claws struck into Torrie's face. Torrie cried out and jerked back, her hands covering her eyes. Screaming with anger and effort, Rena heaved up and to one side and managed to throw Torrie off of her.

“Now we'll see, bitch!” The Jacksonville woman snarled, rising up on her knees.

Rena punched Torrie in the stomach as hard as she could, causing the latter to double up on the floor, then grabbed the Idaho beauty's hair with one hand and repeatedly hit her in the head with the other. Torrie groaned and squirmed under the blows, but managed to raise one leg and kick Rena in the head. It was not the best of kicks, but it was still enough to make Rena moan and back off for a moment.

Torrie rolled away from her opponent and tried to get up. Rena threw herself forward, crashing into Torrie and taking her down to the floor, where the two began rolling back and forth, slapping and clawing and pulling hair with angry snarls and screams, each trying to pin the other and neither one succeeding. That is, until Rena utilizing perfectly an instant she found herself temporarily on top, managed to back away from her foe for just a moment, creating enough space for what she wanted to do.

There was a loud slap as Rena's right knee slammed into Torrie's shaved crotch, immediately followed by a cry of agony from the gorgeous Idaho native. Rena quickly rolled the temporarily incapacitated Torrie onto her back and got on top of her. The smaller woman then placed her right forearm across her rival's throat and pressed hard, while pulling Torrie's hair with her left hand. Torrie's eyes opened wide and she began twisting and jerking underneath the other woman, her face turning red from the lack of air. She got hold of Rena's hair and tried to force her off, but Rena merely growled and ground her forearm even harder into Torrie's soft throat.

Kicking and twisting Torrie suddenly reached down with her right hand, grabbed the back of Rena's thong and started pulling up as hard as she could, the white lace cutting painfully into the tender flesh of Rena's crotch. The beautiful Florida native let out a harsh scream and immediately reached behind her with her left hand, catching Torrie's wrist. Torrie though, continued to pull with all of her strength as she bucked and heaved, hitting her foe in the head with her free hand. She finally succeeded in throwing Rena off of her, but not before she had managed to rip the latter's thong apart.

Now both women were completely naked, their toned, sexy bodies glistening with sweat as they got to their feet and squared off, glaring at each other.

Torrie rushed Rena and was promptly kicked in the stomach, the force of the kick causing her to double over with a groan. Rena kicked her again, this time in the head. Torrie gave another loud groan and staggered, but recovered quickly and sprang towards her opponent, the top of her head striking Rena in the solar plexus.

The air came out of Rena's lungs in one single burst and she fell down to the floor, winded. Torrie was upon her foe in an instant, straddling Rena and hammering a series of blows to her face and head. Rena tried to protect her face with her hands, but it did her no good. Torrie grabbed Rena's hair with both hands and began slamming the Florida bombshell's head against the floor, screaming with rage. Moaning, Rena struggled, twisting and kicking underneath her foe, but seemed helpless against the ferocity of Torrie's attack and the Idaho woman continued to bang her rival's head against the floor.

Suddenly, Torrie grasped Rena's throat and began squeezing as hard as she could, digging her thumbs deep in the windpipe of the pinned Diva.

With no air coming into her lungs, Rena made a small croaking sound and writhed like mad, her eyes bulging and her face becoming darker and darker. She got hold of Torrie's wrists and tried to dislodge the hands from her throat. It was no good. Torrie was much too strong and maintained her grip, leaning forward to put even more pressure on her foe's already constricted windpipe.

Rena was beginning to panic and thrashed around in desperate attempts to free herself. She punched Torrie in the face, but as she was lying on her back, there was no weight behind the blow and it had little effect on the former Miss Galaxy, who continued to sit on her rival's naked chest, choking Rena.

“How's that feel, bitch?” Torrie growled between clenched teeth, tightening her grip even more.

Rena still struggled, bucking and heaving and twisting, arms and legs flailing wildly, but it seemed that she could do nothing to free herself. Torrie just sat there, using all of her weight to keep the squirming Rena pinned to the floor, while squeezing the latter's throat with both hands, depriving her of much needed air.

“Fuckin' slut!” hissed Torrie, her green eyes blazing with hatred, her beautiful face twisted in a vicious grimace as she choked her foe mercilessly, shaking her back and forth with angry snarls.

Fighting furiously, Rena reached up with her left hand, grabbed Torrie's hair and began pulling down and to the left. Torrie groaned as her head was twisted sideways, but did not relinquish her grip. Rena then struck with her right hand, raking her sharp fingernails across Torrie's face. Torrie shrieked and rolled off of Rena, her hands covering her watering eyes.

Rising up on her knees, Rena paused only to suck in a much needed lungful of air, and then dived on top of her rival with a snarl, hitting and clawing and biting. Torrie responded in kind and for a while, the two sexy, naked women rolled back and forth on the floor, each trying to do maximum damage to the other.

After a few seconds of intense struggling that had the two Divas groaning and grunting with the effort as each strained her body to the limit in attempts to gain the upper hand, Torrie succeeded in wrapping her left arm around her opponent's neck, getting Rena in a headlock. She then gripped her left wrist with her right hand, tightening the hold even more, and rolled the Jacksonville woman onto her back and got partially on top of her, applying as much pressure as she could, her body almost at right angles with that of Rena.

Trapped, Rena groaned and squirmed, arching her back and twisting back and forth in an effort to free herself, her strong, muscular legs flailing wildly and ineffectually. She grabbed two handfuls of Torrie's long hair and began pulling, twisting the neck of the former Miss Galaxy backwards. Torrie gave a low moan, but did not release her foe and continued to squeeze with all her might.

“You give, bitch?” Torrie asked in a strained voice as Rena kicked and bucked in vain beneath her.

“Little slut!” Rena said hoarsely, her face red from exertion and the pressure of Torrie's strong arm around her neck. “Let go!”

“Not till you admit I'm better than you, you old cow!” Torrie panted out and shifted her body a little, trying to get into an even better position.

Since Torrie was lying more or less onto her left side with her torso across Rena's chest, the left breast of the Idaho woman was right in the face of her Florida rival and, as she moved her body, the breast virtually slid into Rena's mouth and all Rena had to do was to bite down on it.

As Rena's white, even teeth sank into her naked breast, Torrie let out a piecing shriek and jerked back, releasing her headlock and pulling Rena's hair with both hands. She managed to get away from the Florida woman and quickly climbed to her feet, taking a few steps back.

“You bitch! You fuckin' bitch!” Torrie yelled, cupping her aching breast with her right hand, her large, green eyes filling with tears. She rushed towards Rena and kicked her in the ribs with an angry scream just as the latter was trying to get up.

Rena groaned and fell back down, wincing and clutching at her side. Torrie, instead of continuing her attack, merely stepped back and took a moment to inspect her breast. There was no blood, but the deep teeth marks on the left side were clearly visible.

“Bitch!” Torrie said again and now moved forward, swinging her right leg back, ready to deliver another kick.

Rena though, reacted with lightning speed and shot out both hands, managing to catch Torrie's bare foot in mid air and twisting it sideways as hard as she could. Torrie screamed and crashed down to the floor, tugging her trapped foot violently, ultimately succeeding in wrenching it from Rena's grasp.

The two women rose on their knees at the same time and faced one another, each reaching for the other's hair, their hands ultimately meeting halfway and locking together in a test of strength. Groaning with the effort, they began to strain, each one striving to bend the other's wrists back.

Even though Torrie was bigger than Rena, she seemed unable to gain an advantage over the former Women's Champion. The two appeared to be quite evenly matched for strength and remained in this position for some time, pumping their muscles, their arms extended upwards and slightly sideways and shaking with tension. As they continued to flex, they slowly drew closer and closer to each other until their chests were almost touching, the large, firm breasts of the 5'9” tall Torrie practically resting on top of the 5'7” Rena's own impressive rack. Then, they both pushed forward even more, each trying to find some leverage, and, as they did that, their sweaty chests pressed together, squashing the two sets of breasts between them. Still, they remained deadlocked, both panting and grunting and baring their teeth in their efforts, each one giving it her all, but neither one able to gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, Rena decided that she had had enough of this and wrenched her arms violently, managing to pull her hands out of Torrie's grasp. She then punched the Idaho beauty in the head, knocking her to the floor, and pounced on her.

“Gotcha now, you little bitch!” Rena growled as she straddled Torrie and began slapping her in the face with both hands.

Torrie squealed and struggled, arching her back and twisting back and forth in attempts to throw her attacker off, but it was in vain. She also tried punching Rena in the face and body, and pulling her hair, but there was no real power behind her punches, and all her hair pulling achieved was to anger Rena, who roared with rage and hammered a series of heavy blows to Torrie's head and face, which had the former Miss Galaxy groaning and trying to cover up with her hands.

“Fuckin' CUNT!” Rena yelled, grabbing two handfuls of her rival's long tresses and repeatedly slamming the back of Torrie's hair into the floor.

Torrie moaned and got hold of Rena's wrists, trying to stop her attack, but the older woman was proving to be incredibly strong and continued to shake Torrie back and forth by the hair, still banging her head against the floor. Knowing that she could not possibly take much more of this, Torrie reached up with her right hand, grasped Rena's left breast and dug her claws deep into it, while pulling and twisting it. Rena cried out and grabbed the other woman's wrist with both hands. She managed to detach Torrie's hand from her tit, but, the very next moment, Torrie struck with her other hand, her fingers going straight for Rena's eyes. Rena screamed and jerked back covering her face with both hands. With her rival momentarily off balance, Torrie bucked violently and succeeded in toppling Rena sideways.

The two women got up at the same time and faced each other, panting and shaking and sweating. They were both hurt, but nonetheless determined to continue fighting.

“Come on,” Rena taunted, extending her right arm and beckoning Torrie with her fingers. “Come get your sorry ass kicked some more, you little bitch!”

Torrie instantly rushed forward, baring her teeth in a vicious snarl. Rena kicked her, but could not stop her and the two naked bodies collided with a loud slap. The momentum of Torrie's charge forced Rena backwards and she slammed into the wall, back first. The smaller woman let out a low moan, but almost immediately pushed herself off the wall and, screaming with rage, she charged, driving Torrie all the way across the room and slamming the latter into the opposite wall. Torrie was not too badly hurt though, and delivered a hard slap to Rena's face, followed by a knee to the crotch.

Her eyes bulging, Rena howled in agony and fell to her knees, clutching at her womanhood. Torrie grabbed the hair at the top of her opponent's head with one hand and pulled, twisting Rena's neck backwards.

“Now we'll see who gets her ass kicked, slut!” the Idaho woman said menacingly and began slapping the upturned face of her kneeling Florida rival back and forth with her free hand.

Hurt badly by the shot to her crotch, Rena took quite a few heavy slaps to the face while trying to gather her senses, before eventually fighting back by driving her right fist straight up into Torrie's hairless sex. Torrie's green eyes nearly came out of their sockets as she sank to her knees, her face reddened and contorted in utter agony, her mouth falling open but no sound coming out – the pain just too much for her to be able to even scream. Rena – who was also suffering greatly, but who's pain was beginning to subside a little – now took advantage of her opponent's helpless state and pushed forward, toppling Torrie over.

As both of Torrie's hands were still holding her groin tenderly, the rest of her body was left totally unprotected and Rena was quick to exploit that. Kneeling on the left side of Torrie's body, she grabbed Torrie's hair with her left hand and began slamming the back of the former Miss Galaxy's head against the floor, while repeatedly driving her right fist into Torrie's flat, firm belly. After only a few punches though, Rena found out that she was making little impression on Torrie's rock-hard abs and decided to shift the focus of her attack to Torrie's naked, sweat-covered chest, punching and slapping and scratching and squeezing the large, firm breasts with incredible ferocity, snarling and growling like an animal as she literally tried to rip the other Diva's tits to shreds. Torrie squealed and squirmed under the vicious assault on her body, trying desperately to protect herself with her hands, but with little effect.

Obviously feeling that she was not doing enough to hurt her rival, Rena suddenly flung herself on top of Torrie and sank her teeth into the underside of the Idaho woman's right breast, snarling angrily. Torrie screeched and trashed around, legs flailing, head shaking violently from side to side in a cloud of blonde, silky hair. She grabbed Rena's own long, golden tresses and tugged with all her strength, finally managing to get Rena's head away from her breast.

But only for a moment.

“Wanna bite me, cunt?” Torrie yelled and, still holding on to Rena's hair with both hands, pulled sharply towards her.

Rena could only give one short squeal before her face was once again down on her rival's chest, only this time Torrie quickly wrapped her strong arms around Rena's head and pulled the Florida native's face deep between her sweaty breasts, pressing it hard against the chest so that Rena could not bite.

“Bitch!” Torrie said and heaved to one side, rolling over and getting on top of her foe, her chest right over Rena's face and her arms still wrapped tightly around the head of the pinned Diva, immobilizing it completely.

Trapped underneath her opponent, her face entirely engulfed by the Idaho beauty's large breasts, Rena could not breathe and struggled with all her might to free herself, her lithe, toned body straining to the limit as she arched her back and twisted and kicked, and pulled Torrie's hair and slapped and clawed at her naked back. It was no good. Torrie just lay there, breathing heavily and using her weight to keep her rival down while continuing to smother the former Women's Champion with her bare breasts. No matter how much Rena struggled, her head was held firmly in position by the strong arms of the younger woman, her face remaining jammed tightly in Torrie's cleavage and always completely enveloped in the abundance of warm, supple tit-flesh.

“Havin' fun down there, bitch?” Torrie asked tensely. She knew that she was only moments away from victory and now tightened her arms around the other woman's head even more, the muscles on her taut, tapering back rippling under the smooth skin, her breath hissing in and out between her clenched teeth, causing her glistening torso to rapidly expand and contract.

Rena was not having any fun at all. She was suffocating and thrashed around madly in desperate attempts to somehow break loose and get some air into her lungs. Stretched out on her back with her upper body pinned to the floor by Torrie's weight on top of it, she twisted her hips back and forth, her powerful legs flailing and pumping, the flesh on her muscular thighs quivering with the sudden movements. Feeling that she was about to pass out any second, she clawed frantically at Torrie's back, but her nails merely slid over the slippery, sweat-covered skin without doing any damage.

“Give it up, slut, you got nothing!” Torrie growled.

Rena reached with her right hand and placed it on her rival's face, her fingers searching for Torrie's eyes. Torrie just shut her eyes tightly and began shaking her head from side to side evading Rena's clawing talons. Rena did not quit though, and, grabbing the hair on the side of the other Diva's head, she jammed her thumb in Torrie's eye.

Torrie screamed and twisted her head to one side, her whole body jerking backwards for a moment and her left hand grasping Rena's left wrist.

The instant Torrie's breasts were lifted off her face, Rena snapped her head forward and tried to bite the left one. Torrie shrieked as she felt Rena's teeth on her breast and immediately rolled to the right, getting off of Rena and rising up on her knees. Still lying on her back and sucking air, Rena lashed out with her left foot and kicked Torrie in the head, knocking her down.

Both combatants got up on their knees and flew at one another without wasting a second; Torrie – knowing that she had her opponent on the ropes and intent on pressing her advantage, Rena – eager to get some payback.

As they closed in, both still on their knees, Torrie swung her right fist towards Rena's head in a powerful haymaker, but Rena quickly ducked under the blow. Torrie's body twisted to the left carried by the momentum of the missed punch, and she nearly lost her balance, having to prop herself with both hands on the floor to avoid falling over. Rena saw her opportunity and took it, driving a punch in Torrie's momentarily exposed right kidney with her left hand, her fist striking the naked, sweat-coated flesh with a loud smack. Torrie let out a deep, throaty cry and clutched at the hurt area with her right hand, at the same time arching her back, her full, firm tits thrusting skywards.

The temptation was just too much for Rena to resist. Giving one short scream of anger and effort, she slammed her right fist into Torrie's left breast, producing an even louder smack and flattening the sensitive orb against the ribcage, making it jiggle around. Torrie squealed and flinched, covering her breast with both hands. Rena raked Torrie's other breast with her claws, then punched the former Miss Galaxy in the stomach and, grabbing her hair with one hand, began slapping her back and forth across the face with the other.

Groaning, Torrie placed her hands in front of her face to protect it, and, when that didn't work, she scratched Rena's face. Rena screamed and jerked back, letting go of Torrie's hair. Torrie immediately tried to get away from her assailant, but in doing so, she half-turned her back on the latter, which was a mistake. Rena quickly pounced on her foe, turning Torrie completely around and trapping her in a full nelson, both women still on their knees.

“What are you gonna do now, bitch?” Rena growled, pushing Torrie's head down with all her strength. “You give?”

“Fuck you!” A red-faced Torrie croaked, grimacing in pain and jerking and twisting her body from side to side, her heavy, naked breasts bouncing and swinging wildly back and forth.

It took Torrie perhaps a full minute of intense struggling, but in the end, she was able to break free from Rena's hold, and even though the effort drained a lot of her energy, she still had plenty of fight left in her and elbowed Rena just under the right eye, causing the smaller woman to sway back with a loud groan. She then spun around, wrapped her arms around Rena's glistening torso and wrestled her down to floor, pinning her on her back.

“No, you don't!” Torrie said tensely as her rival squirmed and bucked underneath her in an effort to break free. She grabbed Rena's wrists and, after a brief struggle, succeeded in pinning her arms to the floor above her head.

Rena though, managed to free her arms relatively easy by wrenching her sweaty, slippery wrists out of Torrie's equally sweaty fingers. She got hold of Torrie's hair with both hands and pulled to one side, rolling over and getting on top of the Idaho beauty. Torrie instantly responded by heaving mightily to the left and rolling Rena over, regaining her position on top.

“Miserable cunt!” Torrie growled as she straightened up and tried to straddle her foe.

In an instant, Rena picked up her bare legs and managed to snap them around Torrie's waist. Torrie gave a little squeal of surprise and squirmed back and forth in an attempt to free herself. Rena grabbed Torrie's hair and pulled, bringing the taller woman down to the floor with one powerful twist of her lower body.

Trapped in her opponent's leg scissors, Torrie writhed and twisted, groaning and grunting with the strain, but all she managed to do was turn so that her body was wedged sideways between Rena's strong legs, which now began to crush her midsection. Her face red and twisted in pain, she tried to prize Rena's thighs open with her hands, but got nowhere: Years of workouts and horseback riding had practically turned Rena's leg muscles into steel, and no matter how much Torrie struggled she just could not break free from the encircling legs that threatened to break her ribs and squash her internal organs.

“Give up, bitch!” Rena said, as she lay on her right side squeezing with her legs as hard as she could, enjoying the feeling of the other woman's hot, sweaty body squirming between her legs and the sound of Torrie's groans of pain. “Give up, or I'll –”

This was as far as Rena got. Baring her teeth, Torrie dug all five fingernails of her right hand in the neatly trimmed mound of the Florida woman, who screeched in pain and relaxed her scissors hold for long enough to allow Torrie to wriggle free. Rena tried to kick Torrie in the head from a lying position, missed, and got nailed in the stomach by Torrie's right fist. She doubled over with a groan and rolled to one side, rising up on her knees.

Before Rena could get away, Torrie closed in on her from behind, and a moment later it was the turn of Rena's large, sweat-drenched breasts to bounce and jiggle as the former Women's Champion twisted and squirmed – on her knees and trapped in a full nelson.

But, despite her efforts, Rena seemed unable to free herself from the hold – Torrie used her height advantage to get a really good leverage and kept her opponent locked in tight.

“Fuck!” Rena yelled, grimacing with tension as she struggled in Torrie's clutches – furiously and to no avail . “Little…BITCH! Let go, GODDAM' YOU!” Bending her elbows, she got hold of Torrie's hair with both hands and started pulling as hard as she could, groaning and puffing as she continued jerking her body around violently, her teeth bared in a grimace of effort, her face red with the strain.

“How does that feel, SABLE?” Torrie taunted, stressing heavily on Rena's ring name. Grunting with the effort, her breath hissing rapidly between her clenched teeth, she tightened her hold even more, her hands pushing Rena's head down towards her chest. She leaned forward and spoke almost directly into Rena's ear: “How does it feel, bein' beaten by a better woman and knowin' that there's nothin' you can do about it, huh, bitch?”

Rena screamed with rage and redoubled her efforts, writhing and twisting like mad, until finally, she managed to separate Torrie's hands and break the nelson. Torrie immediately tried to get her right arm around her rival's throat in a choke hold, but Rena would have none of it. Reacting to her opponent's move with lightning speed, the Florida native grabbed Torrie's arm with both hands and leaned forward, throwing the former Miss Galaxy over her shoulder. Torrie landed heavily on her back in front of the other woman, her feet pointing away from Rena. Still on her knees, Rena reached down with both hands to get a grip on her rival's throat, but Torrie quickly swung her right leg high in the air, her foot striking the smaller woman on the top of the head with considerable force.

As Rena groaned and jerked back holding her head in her hands, Torrie rolled over and got to her feet. She then tried to kick the other Diva in the head, but Rena blocked the kick and wasted little time in getting up.

Snarling angrily, Rena closed in with Torrie and for the next few seconds, the two sexy, naked women fought like animals, slapping and punching and kicking and clawing, screaming with pain and fury. Grabbing onto each other's hair with both hands, they began staggering around the room, groaning and yelling and cursing at one another as they pulled and tugged and shoved, clinging tightly together and whirling around constantly, bouncing off the walls. This went on until Torrie hooked her right leg behind both of Rena's and tripped her, causing them to fall down to the floor, where the battle raged on.

They rolled over and over in a tangled, sweaty heap of arms and legs, pulling hair and biting and scratching, each trying to inflict as much pain and damage to the other as she could, their loud screams and grunts reverberating around the room, mixing with the sound of palms and fists striking naked flesh.

For a while, it was all pretty evenly balanced, each Diva giving as good as she got and neither one being able to secure the advantage, but as it went on, Rena gradually gained the upper hand. Slowly, the Florida beauty began to take control of her Idaho rival, trapping the latter in various painful holds, displaying some great wrestling skills. In the space of a minute, she had Torrie in a tight headlock, followed by a front choke, a half nelson, and then – another headlock, this time with the added bonus of a crushing body scissors.

Clearly outclassed in the wrestling department, the former Miss Galaxy struggled with all her might, groaning and grunting loudly, her strong, lithe body bending and twisting violently back and forth, the toned muscles rippling under the sweat-covered skin, straining to their very limit in her desperate attempts to keep up the fight. She somehow managed to wriggle out of every hold that Rena put her in, but the massive effort it took to do that drained a lot of her already depleted energy, giving Rena even more of an edge.

Torrie could not understand this. It was not supposed to be happening. She knew that, by all accounts, she should have the advantage in this sort of situation. She was taller, bigger, and heavier than her opponent and was in fantastic shape – she hadn't won all those fitness competitions for nothing. And, as if that was not enough, she was also eight years younger than the thirty-seven-year-old Rena. Common logic dictated that she should be able to out-last and overpower the Florida woman and put her away. Yet, it was the former Women's Champion who was winning – and winning easily.

Rena was now literally dominating Torrie, slapping and punching the sexy Idaho native in the face and ribs, and pulling her hair and clawing and pinching every bit of flesh she could get her hands on, as they rolled back and forth on the floor. Torrie was doing her best to fight back, but it was obvious that she did not have much left. She was spending a lot more time underneath her rival than on top, and was finding it more and more difficult to get Rena off of her.

“Give up, bitch, you're through!” Rena growled, sensing that she was close to victory.

“NO!” Torrie yelled, right in Rena's face.

Determined not to quit, no matter what, the Idaho beauty continued to fight, giving it all she had as she jerked and wriggled and twisted, while trying to land some blows to Rena's head and body and claw at the Florida woman's breasts.

Pretty soon, it became evident that Torrie was weakening. She was still struggling, but her strength and stamina were diminishing at a rate twice as high as the one at which her opponent was losing hers, and now Rena was able to handle her with ease.

Rolling her worn-out foe onto her back and getting on top of her, Rena grabbed Torrie's wrists and pinned them above her head with no more difficulties than she would have experienced in doing the same to a rag doll.

“No!” Torrie moaned, the desperation clearly visible on her beautiful – now reddened and sweaty – face as she bucked and squirmed weakly underneath her captor, her mouth open, gasping for air.

Perhaps misled by the effortlessness with which she was able to pin her rival, Rena did not put much effort in maintaining the pin and Torrie was able to wrench her right arm free, her claws going straight for the other woman's eyes. As Rena gave a surprised squeal and jerked back, Torrie gathered what strength she had left and heaved upwards, managing to topple her opponent over.

Both women got to their feet and went for each other, which proved to be a mistake for one of them.

Easily avoiding Torrie's weak attempt to kick her, Rena closed in and swung her right arm, but instead of trying to strike a knock-out blow, she chose to merely slap the former Miss Galaxy across the face. It was a good, hefty slap, delivered with all of Rena's strength, and it connected solidly, throwing Torrie's head to one side in a spray of sweat and causing the Idaho native to stagger sideways with a groan and eventually fall to the floor after losing her balance.

Torrie slowly got to her feet and moved forward, the dazed look in her eyes quite obvious – even through her tears. She tried to punch Rena in the face, but it was an absolutely pathetic effort; she merely stumbled forward, leading with her right fist, without any power or direction behind the blow. Rena simply sidestepped her staggering foe and the utterly exhausted Torrie tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor on her hands and knees, practically weeping in frustration and despair, her large breasts hanging under her and rocking back and forth as her whole body shook with her sobbing. Rena showed very little sympathy for her fallen foe and, standing on Torrie's left side, she kicked her squarely in the left breast. Torrie moaned and went all the way down, holding her breast in both hands.

“Had enough?” Rena asked with a smug little smile.

Amazingly, Torrie still tried to get up and eventually made it to her feet, even though it took her almost half a minute to do so. It was a valiant effort and it showed she had a lot of heart, but it was the wrong thing to do under the circumstances. She had nothing left and could barely stand; swaying to and fro, her arms dangling limply at her sides, she presented her foe with the easiest target the Florida beauty could ever have.

With all the time in the world to pick her spot, Rena stepped up and drove her right fist low down in Torrie's belly as hard as she could. No longer able to tighten her once stony abs, Torrie let out a loud, throaty moan, her eyes bulged, her hands clutched at her stomach and she dropped to her knees, her legs having suddenly turned to jelly.

“Going down?” Rena asked, the smug smile once again appearing on her beautiful face. “Here, allow me!” she placed her right foot on Torrie's chest and pushed, toppling the sexy Idaho native over and causing her to sprawl on her back.

Moving slowly, taking her time, Rena straddled her supine opponent's hips and used her knees to pin Torrie's arms at her sides.

“You asked what it feels like to be beaten by a better woman,” said Rena, looking down at her trapped foe, still smiling. “Now you know.”

Torrie moaned and tried to struggle, but she was just too weak, and, after a few seconds of squirming feebly back and forth, she began crying again as she realized that she would not be able to free herself.

“Payback time, bitch!” Rena panted, reaching down with both hands and grabbing Torrie's naked breasts.

“No!” Torrie squealed, shaking her head from side to side, a look of panic appearing in her eyes.

But instead of squeezing or scratching Torrie's large tits, Rena merely felt them up, massaging and kneading the supple, sweaty flesh and pinching and pulling the stiff nipples lightly.

“No... What are you doing… Stop that… Stop it, you whore; get off of me!” Torrie groaned struggling weakly and to no avail as the other Diva continued groping her.

“Not bad.” Rena announced her verdict at last, smiling a little and giving Torrie's nipples one final tweak before withdrawing her hands and using them to brush her hair away from her face. “Not bad at all. Did a good job, that surgeon of yours. Unfortunately, it's all wasted on you.”

“You see, Torrie, infantile bitches like you shouldn't be allowed to buy breasts and play with them, pushing them in other people's faces and starting things they couldn't possibly hope to finish. I know you did your best, but, as you now know, your best is nowhere near good enough!”

“Now, little girl,” Rena purred, cupping her own large, sweaty tits in her hands, “Let me show you what a REAL woman can do with these.” and she quickly slid forward, dropping her breasts over her trapped rival's face and wrapping her arms around Torrie's head.

With her face buried beneath the other woman's bountiful breasts, and both her mouth and her nose completely sealed off by the pliant flesh, Torrie struggled frantically to break free and get some oxygen, but it was all in vain. Pinned on her back with all of Rena's weight on top of her, she was too weakened to buck Rena off, and with her arms securely pinned at her sides by the powerful legs of the Florida woman, all she could move were her own legs and that did her no good whatsoever.

“Good night, sweetie!” Rena said, breathing heavily and smiling as she continued to smother the younger woman with her naked breasts and now she began twisting her upper body back and forth, rubbing her sweat-covered chest in Torrie's face, her tits still cutting off the Idaho beauty's air completely.

On the verge of passing out Torrie jerked and twisted feebly, her glistening legs flailing, feet pounding the floor as she fought desperately for air.

Suddenly, Rena arched her back and raised her torso, lifting her breasts off Torrie's face and propping herself on her hands.

“Ready to quit now?” The smaller woman asked, while her pinned victim gasped underneath her.

“Fuck you!” A stubborn Torrie Wilson croaked, refusing to give up despite the hopelessness of her situation.

“I'll think about it, babe. Right now, we're fighting, remember?” Rena said and once again pressed her ample chest against Torrie's face.

Torrie again struggled, but she was totally helpless and it did not take very long before her oxygen-starved body was convulsing violently, her thighs jiggling and shaking as her strong legs thrashed around.

This time Rena held the breast-smother for a shorter period than she had the first time, and once more propped herself on her hands, shaking her head to get her sweat-soaked hair out of her face.

“Enough!” Torrie pleaded as soon as she had drawn in a couple of life-giving breaths after Rena's breasts were lifted from her face.

“You give up?” Rena panted out.

“Yes, I give up... just stop it, please... Let me breathe!” Torrie said, her breath coming in quick, harsh gasps. She just could not take any more. She knew she was helpless and there was nothing she could do to stop Rena from continuing to deprive her of air, and that left her with no options. She had to breathe, she simply had to – now more than ever. Her body had been through an enormous physical strain and it needed a few times the amount of oxygen it normally did. Every second she had to spent without breathing while Rena was smothering her made her feel like her lungs were going to explode in her chest, and this was something she just could not cope with at this point. No matter how much she hated it, she had no choice but to submit.

“Tell me, Torrie, who's the better woman now?” Rena asked, looking quite smug half-sitting, half-lying on top of the defeated Idaho beauty, her big, heavy breasts dangling just above Torrie's face, the sweat dripping from the erect nipples.

“Alright, you are!” Torrie said tersely, still struggling to catch her breath. “Whatever you say... just get off of me! And can you please stop sweatin' on me and get your tits out of my face! You win... you made your point... Now get off!”

“You don't like my tits, huh?” Rena said, her lips twisting in a smile. “I wonder why,” she added with mock concern. “I've never had any complaints before. Let's see if we can't change your mind. Lick them!”

“What!” Torrie asked incredulously.

“You heard me.” Rena replied calmly. “And I don't care how dumb you are – even you can realize how badly I can hurt you if I want to! Now lick my tits, you little bitch! Lick the sweat off ‘em!”

Torrie knew Rena was right. Right now she was hurt, totally exhausted and entirely at the mercy of her rival. She knew that Rena could hurt her even worse and if she did not do what the sexy Florida native wanted, and she had definitely had all the pain she could handle for today. She did not enjoy it, but it had to be done.

Closing her eyes, Torrie stuck out her tongue and ran it along the underside of Rena's left breast.

“Good girl!” Rena smiled. “Now suck the nipple!”

“No!” Torrie said firmly.

“Do I have to pound your sorry ass some more?” Rena asked in a slightly bored tone. “I think we both already agreed that I'm the boss around here, so why don't you be a good little girl and do what you're told before you before you get hurt real bad? Suck my fuckin' nipple!” and with that she pressed the tip of her left breast against Torrie's mouth.

That was all Torrie could stand.

Feeling both angry and humiliated, and no longer caring whether she got hurt or not, the former Miss Galaxy bared her teeth and sank them in the other woman's breast. Rena shrieked and jerked back rolling off and getting to her feet.

“Why you fuckin' little... “ the Florida woman yelled and kicked Torrie right between the legs just as the latter was trying to get up, her foot connecting with Torrie's shaved sex with a loud slap.

As Torrie howled in pain and writhed on the floor, the enraged Rena looked around, her eyes glittering murderously. She was not looking for anything in particular – she was so furious that she hardly knew what she was doing – but she found something nonetheless.

Draped over the back of a chair were a pair of discarded jeans – a part of Torrie's street clothes for the night – and Rena's eyes lit up as she saw the thick black leather belt around the waistband. Snatching it by the buckle, she yanked it free of the loops and, folding it in half and holding both ends in her right hand, swung it back and forth a few times to appraise its potential for inflicting damage. She then walked over to Torrie and hit her across the back with it. Torrie squealed and rolled over, allowing Rena to hit her again – this time on the chest.

“I'll teach you to fuck with me, you little slut!” the sexy Florida native hissed and began whipping Torrie with the belt, hitting her at random and screaming obscenities at her.

Torrie wailed under the relentless lashing and rolled back and forth on the floor, trying in vain to avoid being hit. She attempted to get hold of the belt and wrest it out of her tormentor's grasp, but Rena was just too quick for her and always managed to get the belt out of Torrie's reach and hit her again with it.

At first, Torrie just ignored the pain and made an effort to stand up, but Rena kicked her in the head, sending her back down to the floor, dazed and hurt. Still, the Idaho beauty continued her attempts to grab the belt, and even tried to kick Rena while hurling all kinds of insults at the older woman. Rena soon put a stop to this as she landed the heavy belt right on Torrie's mouth, bloodying it and causing Torrie to cover it with both hands. Next, the thick double strip of leather struck Torrie across the left eye. The former Miss Galaxy cried out and moved her hands to cover her entire face. She was really hurting now, her fighting spirit gone all of a sudden. A few more lashes across her body and she was suddenly begging for mercy, too weak to try and fight back, and unable to withstand the pain any more.

But Rena had no mercy and continued whipping her prone rival any place she could, the belt whistling through the air and striking the writhing, rolling Torrie all over: back, buttocks, thighs, chest, belly – no part was spared. Finally, too battered, too exhausted, and in too much pain to even try to get away from her tormentor, Torrie capitulated completely – both physically and mentally – and simply curled up into a ball, covered her head with her arms and just lay there sobbing as she begged Rena to stop.

The Florida bombshell had no intention of stopping, though. She had waited a whole year for this and was not about to miss the chance to release her pent up anger on her hated rival. And the fact that she had had to work so hard to defeat Torrie was only making things worse for the Idaho beauty. Even though she had to admit the bitch had put up a hell of a fight, Rena had no respect for Torrie. In fact, she had nothing, but loathing for the younger woman and fully intended to teach her a lesson she was not likely to forget any time soon.

Snarling and screaming angrily, her normally beautiful, sensual face twisted in a vicious grimace, Rena continued to punish her helpless victim. She was besides herself with fury, her eyes having a wild, almost demented look and she appeared to be completely lost in a world of her own, as she whipped her foe over and over again, oblivious of Torrie's pleas for mercy, oblivious of the raised voices outside the dressing-room door and the sound of the rattling door-handle...

At last, sanity seemed to return to Rena and she stopped hitting Torrie as she realized that the latter had finally passed out from the punishment.

“Well,” Rena panted out, her face flushed from the effort, her large, glistening breasts heaving up and down with her rapid breathing, “I think that'll be all for tonight.”

Dropping the belt to the floor, she used her right foot to push Torrie onto her back and then surveyed the results of her efforts with grim satisfaction.

Torrie was a total mess. Her left eye was not at all visible under the huge swelling, both of her lips were bleeding, so was a cut on her left cheekbone, and there were a number of scratches and bruises on her breasts. The vicious belt-lashing had left more than a mark on her body: chest, shoulders, sides, belly, thighs, legs – they were all crisscrossed by livid red welts, and even though her back could not be seen, it was very much the same story, if not worse. She was literally covered with the ridges form head to toe – even had them on the soles of her feet.

Rena did not appear to regret what she had done to the other woman. Quite the opposite – she seemed rather pleased with herself as she stood victorious over her fallen foe looking down at Torrie, a look of triumph in her eyes. She only had a few short seconds to admire her handiwork though, as all of a sudden the door burst open and the next moment the room was filled with people, making Rena realize that the sounds of the battle had not gone as unnoticed as she would have liked...

That was about the end of it

None of what happened in that dressing-room was ever made public – the company's image was not exactly squeaky-clean as it was, and nobody wanted to deal with the possible consequences had word of this had gotten out.

Torrie would eventually recover from the savage beating she had received. She was offered a substantial compensation and agreed to keep quiet about the whole thing, partly for the money, and partly because she wanted a few people as possible to know about the humiliating defeat she had suffered at the hands of the older, smaller woman.

As for Rena... Well, nobody enjoys paying out substantial compensations. People do not look kindly upon those who are responsible for them parting with large amounts of money, and the chairman of the WWE was no exception, so, obviously, Rena had to go.

She was not sorry to leave. She had had enough of the WWE anyway and was only too happy to see the backs of that bunch. And, she was absolutely ecstatic about the fact that she had gotten out on a high note, having demolished Torrie Wilson and proven that she is the superior woman. There were a few others to whom she would have liked to have done the same thing as well, but she was not feeling too down about that. After all, who said that you have to work in the same place with somebody to kick their ass? They would get theirs, she could guarantee that. Some time, some place, their paths would cross hers, and they would not enjoy the encounter at all. Not if Sable could anything about it.

And she honestly believed she could too.

This is as much as you get for nothing. As usual, feel free to e-mail me any comments or suggestions. I promise I'll read it all carefully, and then ignore the suggestions. Next up will be… Actually, I haven't decided yet. Names like Stratus, Nadine, Crawford, Klum, McDougal, Kournikova and a few more come immediately to mind when I start thinking about it. We'll see. Take care, all!

The Amateur