A RAW Deal

By Amateur

Featuring:

Patricia Anne Stratigias (b.k.a. Trish Stratus)

Born: December 18, 1975, Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada

Height: 5’4”; Weight: 118 lbs.

vs.

Torrie Anne Wilson (b.k.a. Torrie Wilson)

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

Height: 5’9”; Weight: 133 lbs.

The issues between Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson had existed for years, ever since Torrie had joined the then WWF after the demise of the WCW. To put it simply, the two had hated each other on sight, and things had gone steadily downhill from there. True, the forming of SMACKDOWN! in 2002 had improved the situation slightly, but nowhere near enough. Even though the fact that Torrie had gone over to the new show and Trish had stayed on RAW had meant that at least the two would not be in direct competition for any meaningless titles, they still had continued to meet occasionally and this had invariably created friction. In Trish’s opinion, her having to meet Torrie even once was one time too many – a sentiment echoed by Torrie. Still, a confrontation probably would have been avoided, if the separation had lasted. It had not. Once Torrie had started making her appearance on RAW again, after an injury had put Trish out of action for a few months towards the latter part of 2005, it had become quite obvious to anybody who knew the two Divas that this would eventually end up in tears.

As soon as Trish was back on the show, tensions between the two former fitness models began to mount quickly and steadily, each woman making a number of none too flattering comments about the other, and each one usually getting to hear about it from some third party. An while no one could predict exactly when it would finally boil over, with the remarks getting more and more frequent and the words used – harsher and harsher, one thing was certain: it was going to happen sooner or later. Given the fiery tempers and oversized egos of the two rival beauties, there was simply no way this could possibly continue for long, Something had to give.

It was at one of RAW’s pay-per-view events, that the feuding Divas finally moved past the verbal stage and got into the physical side of things. Throughout the entire day, each one of them took every opportunity to tell the other exactly what she thought of her, but – as usual – not to her face. They deliberately avoided each other’s company from the very beginning, each preferring to voice her feelings to other women backstage, and neither one even attempting to pull any punches. Ultimately, it was either that Torrie had done a better job expressing herself, or Trish was simply the much touchier of the two, but whichever one it was, it proved enough to provoke Trish into confronting Torrie after hearing form some of the other Divas what the latter had said.

It happened just as Torrie was finishing her shower, having already made her appearance on the show. Figuring that the showers were as good a place as any for her purposes, Trish walked right up to Torrie and cornered her.

“We need to have a little talk.” the Women’s Champion said, as Torrie was trying to wrap a towel around her naked, dripping form.

“I don’t wanna talk to you!” Torrie replied and started to walk past the other Diva, only to be pulled backwards and pressed against the wall as Trish grabbed her left upper arm and tugged it violently.

“Nobody’s askin’ you what you want!” Trish said sharply. “We’re havin’ this out, right now!”

Torrie jerked her arm free and tried to sidestep Trish, but the latter quickly moved and stood directly in front of her, their bodies almost touching.

“Get out of my way.” Torrie said evenly, looking hard at Trish.

“I said: WE NEED TO TALK!” Trish raised her voice, staring right back at the Torrie, even though she had to tilt her head quite some way backwards in order to look the much taller PLAYBOY cover girl in the eye.

Torrie’s evening so far had not been a memorable one. Her appearance in the ring tonight had not gone as smoothly as she might have hoped, and had left her somewhat frustrated and definitely not in the mood for conversations. Without any warning, she suddenly brought her left arm up in a vicious uppercut.

Torrie had never been the greatest puncher in the world, but in this case – she didn’t need to be. With Trish’s head tilted so far back, a blind retard, suffering from both cerebral palsy and Parkinson’s in an advanced stage, could not have possibly missed a target as easy as the Canadian woman’s chin, which stuck out so invitingly, utterly exposed and just begging to be hit. The impact jarred Torrie’s arm all the way up to the shoulder, but that was nothing compared to the devastating effect it had on the other woman, who was not expecting anything like this and was totally unprepared and relaxed. Torrie was a big, healthy girl and the blow was struck with all of her strength. Trish’s head snapped back, her eyes rolled up, her legs buckled and she staggered, dazed and confused. One fatal slip on the wet tiles led to the sexy Canadian woman’s head meeting the nearest wall with a resounding thud, and with a faint moan, the Women’s Champion sprawled on the floor, out cold.

Tightening the towel around her body, Torrie calmly strode over her fallen foe and went to get dressed, not sparing a single thought for the unconscious Women’s Champion.

It was a good few minutes before Trish finally came to, and another few before she could regain most of her senses and remember exactly what had happened, but when she did, she was absolutely livid. Climbing to her feet, she stormed back into the locker-room, head splitting with ache, jaw throbbing equally painfully and eyes blazing with fury. When she saw Torrie sitting there talking to some of the other Divas as if nothing had happened, it was as much as she could do to stop herself from jumping on the PLAYBOY cover girl and strangling the bitch with her bare hands. The only thing that held her back was the knowledge that if she tried something like that, the other women would certainly intervene, and also, there was the fact that she still had to go out and wrestle tonight and she did not want to jeopardize her match by getting into a fight just minutes before she was due to step into the ring.

So, Trish went ahead and had her match. When she came back, Torrie had already gone, and since a few weeks earlier the Idaho native had requested (and gotten) a week-long break that was scheduled to begin right after tonight’s show, it looked like the Richmond Hill beauty would have to wait a while before the matter was settled. Trish refused to wait though. All she could think about during that night and the next day – including her appearance on Monday Night RAW – was Torrie and what the latter had done to her. And the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Time did little to alleviate the mental anguish she felt each time she recalled those few painful and humiliating moments in the showers during which she had struggled to pick herself up from the floor, after being sucker-punched by another woman – a woman whom she not only disliked passionately, but whom she considered to be inferior to herself in every way to boot.

Two days after the “incident” in the showers, Trish Stratus showed up at Torrie’s door, and practically barged her way in – revenge pretty much the only thing on her mind. Torrie was alone in the apartment at that time, but she was neither worried, nor particularly astonished to see Trish, and did not waste any time with stupid questions of the “how” and “why” variety. She was well aware that by hitting the Canadian bombshell she had started something that could only be finished one way, and she was ready for it. In fact, she was a little surprised that Trish had not come looking for her earlier.

With both women equally anxious to settle their differences once and for all in the only proper manner they can think of, not much was said – or needed to be said.

Taking only a few seconds to push some of the furniture out of the way and clear some space in the middle of the living-room, and exchange a few spiced up word with her rival while doing it. Torrie quickly took off what little clothes she was wearing, remaining completely naked. As this was not the first time she was in a fight, she was well aware of what tended to happen to a girl’s clothing in these situations, and was not about to risk it.

“I don’t know what you’re think you’re doin’, bubblehead.” Trish said curling her lip contemptuously “This isn’t one of your little PLAYBOY photo shoots, in case you haven’t figured it out yet. Or has it just become a reflex with you to drop your pants every time you see something that breathes? What are you gonna do next – lie on your back and spread’em? I’m tellin’ you right now, I’m not interested! As much as you want it, it’s just not happenin’ – EVER!”

Despite her derisive remarks, Trish now also took off all of her clothes as she wanted to meet her rival at completely equal terms – her pride not allowing her to let Torrie think that she wanted to keep anything that would afford her the slightest bit of protection.

The two former fitness models now stood face to face in the center of the room, both of them tense and ready to do battle. Even though this was not the first time they were seeing each other naked, each of them took the opportunity to quickly scan her opponent’s body and assess the threat it might represent. Neither one looked overly impressed. Both looked confident. Both WERE confident. Each one had her reasons to be.

While the two were the exact same age, and each of them was extremely fit, the odds seemed to favor Torrie. Taller and heavier than her opponent, the gorgeous Idaho native not only appeared to hold the advantage over her rival, but she herself was dead-sure it was so, and believed that she would easily mop the floor with the smaller woman. She meant to enjoy doing it too.

Trish, on the other hand, did not care about any odds or size differences. Despite giving away five inches in height and some fifteen pounds in weight, the Richmond Hill beauty was not at all concerned. The few past encounters between herself and Torrie in the WWE ring may have been staged, but there had still been enough action and enough physical contact for her to form an opinion about Torrie’s athletic prowess or any potential fighting skills. The opinion was not a flattering one. As far as Trish was concerned, the bitch had nothing. The sexy Canadian was absolutely positive that she was not only quicker and in better fighting shape than Torrie, but physically stronger as well, and she intended to prove it by giving the PLAYBOY slut a hiding she would not forget for a long time, if ever.

“Actually, you lyin’ on your back now isn’t such a bad idea.” Trish taunted, after a few seconds of tense waiting on both sides. “If you want to – do it by all means. It’ll save some time. After all, we both know that flat on your back is exactly where you’re gonna end up after I’m done with you, so you might as well...”

Trish was cut short as Torrie suddenly sprang forward, the two naked, toned, hard bodies colliding with a loud slap and falling to the floor in a tangled heap, twisting and rolling back and forth as each woman did her best to gain the upper hand.

After a few seconds of intense struggling, Trish emerged on top. Straddling Torrie, she began hitting her in the head with both hands. Groaning under the assault, Torrie writhed and heaved with all her might. Eventually she succeeded in bucking Trish off and tried to get on top of her, but the Canadian quickly kicked her away and stood up.

As Torrie started to get to her feet, Trish stepped up and slammed her foot in the PLAYBOY cover girl’s head. The sexy Idaho native cried out and fell back down to the floor, covering her head with her hands. Trish kicked her again – this time in the ribs – and then stomped on her. Torrie groaned and rolled over, desperately trying to get away from her opponent and stand up. Trish followed her and aimed another kick at her, but did not make very good contact and Torrie was finally able to get to her feet and back away, trying to regroup.

Trish charged, hoping to get hold of her rival. Using the superior reach that her five inches height advantage gave her, Torrie landed a straight punch just under Trish’s left eye. As the Canadian beauty backed off a step, the American kicked her in the stomach and pounced on her, taking her down.

They rolled around for a few seconds, clinging to each other and pulling hair and slapping and punching with angry screams and snarls. Despite the fact that Torrie was the bigger and heavier of the two, it was Trish who eventually succeeded in securing the top position, straddling the Idaho woman and pinning her arms to the floor with her knees.

“Bitch!” the Richmond Hill native panted and began hitting Torrie’s unprotected face, while the trapped PLAYBOY cover girl screamed and squirmed helplessly underneath her.

Torrie was hurt, but she had no intention of going down that easy. She suddenly raised her legs high in the air, at the same time spreading them and then crossing her ankles right in front of Trish’s chest. Before Trish could react, Torrie gave one mighty push with her legs, toppling the Canadian babe backwards and sitting up in the process.

Now Torrie tried to get on top of Trish, but the latter had legs too, and quickly used them to trap the American beauty in a body scissors. Torrie winced as Trish’s powerful legs began squeezing her midsection, threatening to crush her internal organs. She punched the smaller woman in the face, twice, but the sexy Canadian merely tightened her hold even more and now threw her strong arms around Torrie’s shoulders, pulling the Idaho native down on top of her, where Torrie did not have enough space to punch effectively.

The move proved to be a mistake on Trish’s part as Torrie wriggled her smooth, naked body from side to side sliding it forward as far as she could and then dropped her silicone-enhanced breasts right on her opponent’s face, at the same time wrapping her arms around Trish’s head.

With her face jammed in Torrie’s impressive cleavage and her mouth and nose covered by the supple flesh that did not allow any air past, Trish struggled with all her might to break free. Unwrapping her legs from Torrie’s waist, she planted her feet on the floor and began bucking and twisting in attempts to throw the American woman off of her, at the same time pulling Torrie’s hair with both hands. It was no good. No longer having her opponent’s legs around her waist, Torrie was now able to get her own legs on the outside of Trish’s and work her body into an even better position, effectively straddling the smaller woman and pinning her to the floor.

Desperate for air, Trish was absolutely frantic now as she twisted and kicked underneath her foe driving short punches into Torrie’s sides, her fists striking the naked flesh of the American woman’s upper body with loud smacks. Still, Torrie clung on, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, her torso expanding and contracting with each breath, the muscles on her well-shaped, tapering back rippling under the tanned skin as she squeezed with her arms as hard as she could, holding Trish’s head firmly in place. She knew she was winning, and there was a look of resolve on her attractive face as she remained on top of her foe, using her weight to keep Trish down while smothering the wildly struggling Canadian beauty with her bare breasts, determined to defeat her at all costs.

But Trish was equally determined not to lose to her American rival and continued to fight with everything she had. She clawed furiously at Torrie’s back, and, when that got her nowhere, she grabbed the PLAYBOY cover girl’s hair and pulled, twisting her head back. Torrie just growled without releasing her suffocating embrace, but Trish was not done and now got her right palm under Torrie’s chin, pushing as hard as she could, while pulling the American’s hair with her left hand.

Trish was a strong, athletic woman and desperation was giving her extra strength. Torrie groaned and grimaced in pain as her neck was twisted backwards with force she could not believe was possible. She tried to resist, but soon cried out in agony, her neck twisted almost to a breaking point. Still pushing hard at her opponent’s chin, Trish now drove her hooked fingers in Torrie’s eyes and that was all that the gorgeous Idaho native could take.

Letting out a loud, harsh scream, Torrie released her victim and rolled to one side covering her face with her hands. Trish sucked in a lungful of air and almost immediately got to her feet and backed away from Torrie, gasping, her face a deep shade of red.

“Fuckin’ crazy bitch!” Trish yelled, still struggling to catch her breath. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’? You almost killed me!”

“What’s the matter, Champ?” Torrie asked snidely, getting up from the floor and facing her foe. “Can’t handle a real woman, can you?”

“Oh, so that’s how you want it, huh?” Trish said in a low voice, her beautiful face suddenly becoming expressionless and a cold, hard look coming into her eyes. “OK, bitch, let’s see just how much of a woman you really are!”

With that, the Canadian sprang forward, trying to get hold of her opponent. Torrie hit her in the face, but could not stop her from closing in.

The two naked, sexy blondes latched on to each other’s hair with both hands and began pulling as hard as they could, staggering around the room and snarling and squealing with anger and pain. After a few seconds Trish managed to trip Torrie and they both crashed down to the floor clinging tightly to one another. They rolled over each other a couple of times and eventually ended up lying face to face, each woman stretched out on her side and still clutching the other’s hair.

Lying on her left side, Trish was grasping her rival’s hair so close to the scalp that she did not have to pull with her arms in order to hurt Torrie – just by squeezing with her hands she was actually pulling out entire clumps of hair out of the PLAYBOY cover girl’s head and grinding her knuckles into the scalp, causing even more pain. Torrie had a very similar grip on her opponent and with very much the same effect, the only difference being that she was lying on her right side.

Both women were hurting – as was evident by their increasingly louder moans and groans – but neither was willing to let go. They just lay there, their breath hissing through their clenched teeth, their faces almost touching and their bodies pushing against each other as they strained, each one determined to prove that she was superior to the other. Both had tears in their eyes from the intense pain, but that did not stop them and they continued to literally pull each other’s hair out by the roots, their screams filling the room.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, Torrie managed to throw her left leg over Trish’s body and then force the Canadian beauty onto her back and get on top of her, but that did little to change the situation. Despite being underneath her opponent, Trish was not at any disadvantage whatsoever and did not waste any of her energy trying to escape, or throw Torrie off, or roll her over and get on top of her. She merely held on to the American’s hair and continued pulling it, hurting Torrie just as much as Torrie was hurting her.

Eventually, it was Torrie who made the first move to break the obvious stalemate. Still lying on top of her foe, she raised her body, trying to get as much space between herself and Trish. Then, taking her right hand off Trish’s hair, she grabbed the Canadian woman’s left breast and dug her fingernails in it. Trish howled in pain and responded by getting hold of both of Torrie’s breasts, squeezing and twisting.

Torrie bellowed, her eyes nearly coming out of their sockets as Trish’s strong hands grasped her naked breasts threatening to crush them and rip them right off her body. Squirming and twisting on top of the smaller woman, she tried to tighten her own hold on Trish’s breast, while still pulling the Canadian’s long, blonde locks, but it was no use. Trish’s grip was like a vice, and after only a few short moments, a screeching Torrie Wilson was desperately trying to pull away from the Women’s Champion. Trish continued to squeeze the American’s tits with all her might though, letting go only after Torrie’s fingernails were raked across her face, narrowly missing the eyes.

Torrie immediately rolled off of her rival and tried to get up, but Trish quickly shot out both hands, getting hold of Torrie’s hair and pulling the PLAYBOY cover girl back down to the floor, where the two began rolling back and forth, groaning and screaming and slapping and punching and biting, each Diva trying to do as much damage to her rival as she could.

Eventually, Trish succeeded in trapping Torrie in a tight headlock, but unfortunately for the Canadian bombshell, her left breast got too close to Torrie’s mouth in the process and the American beauty wasted little time in sinking her teeth in the sweaty, jiggling orb. The sexy Richmond Hill native howled and released her headlock grabbing Torrie’s hair with both hands and pulling her head away from the breast. She then punched Torrie in the face and rolled her over onto her back getting on top of her.

“Let’s see how YOU like this!” Trish growled and quickly wrapped her arms around her rival’s head covering Torrie’s face with her surgically enlarged tits, cutting off the American’s air.

Torrie arched her back and twisted her body back and forth a few times in the hope of escaping, but Trish held her firmly down and continued to smother her.

“You’re through, bitch!” the Women’s Champion panted out, while the trapped PLAYBOY cover girl writhed helplessly underneath her.

Almost instantly, Torrie proved the Canadian wrong by reaching down with her right hand, jamming three of her fingers deep into Trish’s exposed sex and yanking to the right as hard as she could, stretching the delicate pink folds to their very limit. Trish let out a piercing shriek and unwrapped her arms from Torrie’s head raising her upper body and twisting it to one side. She grabbed Torrie’s right wrist with her left hand and managed to force the American’s hand away from her abused womanhood, and then picked herself up and straddled Torrie punching her in the face. Torrie reached up and tried to get hold of Trish’s hair, but Trish quickly grasped her rival’s wrists and pinned them to the floor above Torrie’s head, just before suddenly sliding forward and planting her naked crotch right on the Idaho beauty’s face in a frontal facesit.

With her mouth covered and sealed off by Trish’s round, firm buttocks, and her nose practically up the Canadian woman’s hot snatch, Torrie could not breathe and struggled like mad to escape. Writhing and twisting, she arched her back and bucked her hips in attempts to free herself, but it was in vain. Normally, she would have been able to slide her head out from underneath her foe, but as Trish was holding firmly on to her wrists, keeping her arms pinned, she soon found out that she was not going anywhere, and, with no air coming into her lungs, she panicked and began jerking and thrashing around without much thought behind her struggles.

Completely unperturbed by her opponent’s violent movements, Trish just sat there breathing heavily as she continued to smother Torrie with her bare ass, ignoring the few kicks she received to the back of her head from the American woman’s wildly flailing legs.

Suddenly Torrie stopped thrashing for a moment and focused her efforts entirely on freeing her arms. With desperation practically doubling her strength, she managed to wrench both her wrists out of Trish’s grasp and instantly reached up for the Canadian’s face, fingers hooked into claws. Trish jerked her head backwards, getting her face out of her rival’s reach and tried to catch Torrie’s wrists again, but it was too late. Both of Torrie’s hands grabbed Trish’s left breast and the former Miss Galaxy began to squeeze with all her might, her fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh as she twisted and pulled viciously.

Trish howled in agony, and squirming and twisting, she got hold of Torrie’s wrists trying to push the PLAYBOY cover girl’s hands away, her sensitive breast feeling like it could burst any second under the tremendous pressure put on it by the American fitness model’s strong hands. Still squeezing her foe’s breast Torrie suddenly arched her back and finally managed to slide her face out from underneath the Canadian beauty’s shapely, glistening backside, just as Trish succeeded in forcing the sexy Idaho native’s hands away from her tortured tit.

Gasping for air, her face almost purple, Torrie rolled away from her rival and tried to get up, but only managed to rise to her knees before Trish, also getting herself up to a kneeling position, pounced on her and turned her around catching her in a full nelson.

“What’s the matter, Torrie?” Trish said tensely as the American struggled in vain to break free. “Not really that much of a woman, are you?”

Groaning, Torrie bent elbows and grabbed Trish’s hair with both hands, tugging mightily. Trish let out a moan but did not release her hold and, drawing herself up, she bore down on her foe, forcing Torrie down so that the latter was now practically sitting on her own heels still trapped in the nelson.

“You give?” asked Trish, pushing Torrie’s head down towards the chest as hard as she could.

“Fuck you!” a red-faced Torrie replied in a strangled voice, jerking and twisting back and forth in vain attempts to escape the tight hold, her large, sweat-covered breasts swinging and bouncing wildly with her sudden movements.

“Yeah, wouldn’t you like that, you slut.” the Richmond Hill native said and tried to tighten her hold even further.

“AAAAARGHH, LET GO OF ME, BITCH!” Torrie yelled, and, with a titanic effort, she managed to bring her arms down and break her opponent’s nelson.

Trish instantly grabbed two handfuls of Torrie’s hair and tried to force her down to the floor, but the PLAYBOY cover girl reacted swiftly and elbowed the Canadian bombshell on the right side of the head.

As Trish groaned and swayed backwards, Torrie quickly got to her feet and turned around to face the Women’s Champion, who in turn stood up and backed off a few steps.

For several seconds the two gorgeous blondes stared at one another, each one struggling to catch her breath, then suddenly, Trish sprang forward trying to get hold of her rival, but got kicked squarely in the stomach and stepped back with a loud groan. Not at all discouraged, she tried again to close in with Torrie and this time received a hard punch to the face that nearly knocked her down.

It was obvious that each Diva had a different strategy and was sticking to it. Torrie clearly wanted to stay away from Trish and use her height advantage to pummel the Canadian woman from a distance, while Trish was determined to get in close and take the fight down to the floor where she had so far proven to be superior to Torrie, despite the fact that she was giving away fifteen pounds to the American.

Initially, Torrie seemed to be in control of things, easily managing to thwart Trish’s attempts at closing in by simply dancing around the smaller woman and using her considerably longer limbs to punch and kick the Richmond Hill native every time she tried to attack. In the space of half a minute Trish was punched in the head twice, and kicked four times – twice in the stomach, once on her left thigh, and once on the left side of her body. The sexy Canadian, however, was not deterred by the punishment she was taking and stuck doggedly to her task, lunging forward time and again, and eventually succeeding in tackling Torrie and bringing her down.

The two former fitness models struggled furiously on the floor, rolling back and forth, legs tangled, hands slapping and clawing and pulling hair, as their lithe, athletic bodies strained to their limits, muscles rippling under smooth, glistening skin. This time it was Torrie that eventually managed to gain the upper hand. She mounted Trish, pinning her down, and fired a barrage of punches and slaps into the face of the squealing, squirming Canadian beauty. Arms and legs flailing, Trish tried to throw her assailant off, but Torrie rode the wildly bucking Women’s Champion well, sitting firmly on top and keeping an excellent balance while continuing to hit her in the face.

Snarling angrily, the sexy Idaho native now grabbed her opponent’s hair with both hands and slammed the back of Trish’s head into the floor. Trish let out a low moan and her struggles ceased for a moment.

“Want some more, bitch?” Torrie growled, and without waiting for a reply, prepared to bang Trish’s head against the floor again.

Trish shot out her right hand and her sharp claws struck in Torrie ‘s face searching for the eyes. Torrie screamed and jerked back covering her face with her hands. Trish instantly heaved upwards and sideways, toppling Torrie off of her and getting on top of the PLAYBOY cover girl. The Canadian then tried to get hold of her American rival’s wrists and pin them to the floor, but Torrie quickly wrenched her arms free of Trish’s grasp and grabbed the smaller woman’s hair with both hands. Pulling as hard as she could, the former Miss Galaxy tried to roll to one side and succeeded in reversing the situation so that now she was lying on top of her opponent. Trish though, had no intention of staying underneath Torrie and now tangled all her fingers into the American’s long tresses, pulling furiously. Torrie cried out as her neck was twisted backwards painfully, but kept her position on top and continued to yank Trish’s hair viciously.

Suddenly, Trish took her right hand away from her rival’s hair and once again went for Torrie’s eyes. Torrie squealed and drove all of her ten fingernails in Trish’s face. The Richmond Hill native let out a shrill cry and grabbed Torrie’s wrists, trying to push her hands away. Torrie quickly pulled her arms free and almost at the same time rolled off of Trish.

The two women got to their feet simultaneously and instantly tore into one another grabbing onto each other’s hair again and pulling with all their strength, shaking each other’s heads back and forth and screaming with rage and pain while staggering around the room. Reaching the couch, they tripped and crashed on it, Torrie on top. The Idaho native instantly drew her legs up and straddled Trish, half-sitting, half-lying on top of the Women’s Champion, both Divas still holding on to each other’s hair.

Groans and grunts of pain and effort filled the room as the two women strained against one another, their firm, shapely bodies heaving and twisting as each one tried to get the better of her rival. They were both tiring and desperate by now, each Diva having found the battle a lot harder than she had expected, but neither was willing to quit. Each woman had a two-handed grip on the other’s hair and was pulling with all her strength, trying to twist the neck backwards.

Initially, it was pretty even going, neither combatant managing to gain the upper hand, but after a few tense seconds, Torrie suddenly changed her tactics and placed her right palm under Trish’s chin, pushing hard, while pulling the Canadian’s hair with her left hand. The Richmond Hill native groaned and responded by pulling Torrie’s hair even harder, but it did her little good. Trish was a strong woman, no doubt, but Torrie was no weakling herself, and the American beauty had the added advantage of being on top and being able to use most of her weight to lean right on the chin of her rival.
As Trish’s head and shoulders were hanging over the side arm of the couch, her neck had no support whatsoever and it soon gave way under the combined pressure of both Torrie’s strength and weight. Groaning and gasping, the Canadian tried to rally and gain some lost ground but with her neck twisted backwards almost to a breaking point, she was really hurting and seemed unable to make any impression on the PLAYBOY cover girl.

Torrie now changed the direction of the pressure she was putting on the other woman’s chin and in a few moments Trish’s head was being twisted to the left as well as backwards. Despite the fact that Trish was pulling her rival’s hair as hard as she could, Torrie strained her neck muscles, grunting with the effort, and slowly began drawing her head forward, her bared teeth getting ever closer to the right side of Trish’s exposed throat. The Women’s Champion struggled desperately, but the softness of the couch beneath her prevented her from finding any leverage and she found it impossible to get out from underneath her foe. She kept tugging on Torrie’s long, flowing locks, but that was not helping either. Even though some of her hair was being ripped right out of her head, Torrie still strained against Trish’s considerable arm-strength and eventually succeeded in bringing her mouth to within less than an inch of the Canadian woman’s glistening throat, her teeth almost reaching it.

“NO!” Trish screamed as she felt Torrie’s hot breath on the side of her neck, and suddenly bucked wildly, her strength tripled by fear.

Such was the force of Trish’s violent upward heave, that Torrie’s whole body flew a good ten inches up in the air before splashing back down on top of the Richmond Hill native with a slapping sound. Just as Torrie’s torso made contact with hers, Trish wrapped her arms tightly around the American and rolled sharply to her left causing both women to fall off the couch. Torrie landed heavily on her back with Trish on top of her, but had enough presence of mind to pick up her legs and wrap them around the Canadian’s waist in a body scissors. Trish grimaced as she felt Torrie’s strong legs squeeze her midsection, and immediately proceeded to put a stop to it by pulling Torrie’s head up by the hair and slamming the back of it into the floor. The PLAYBOY cover girl groaned and loosened her scissors a little, allowing her rival to break free. Trish rose on her knees and tried to straddle Torrie, but the American shot out both hands and grabbed the smaller woman by the hair, dragging her down to the floor.

Pulling hair and slapping, they rolled around for a few moments, before Torrie managed to get Trish in a tight headlock and force her down to the floor, face first. Trish groaned and twisted and squirmed, trying to free herself, but just when it looked like she would be able to wriggle out of the hold, Torrie released her and jumped on her back pinning her down.

Lying on top of the prone Canadian, Torrie quickly tried to wrap her arms around Trish’s throat for a choke hold, but the smaller woman thwarted the attempt by getting her left forearm in the way, not allowing the Idaho native to sink in the hold properly.

“Give it up, bitch, you know I’m better than you!” Torrie growled, still trying to find a way to apply the choke as Trish did her best to resist.

A brief and very intense struggle followed, the upshot of which was that Torrie somehow managed to wrap her arms around her opponent’s torso in a bear hug from behind, pinning Trish’s left arm to her body.

“Let’s see how tough you are now, cunt!” Torrie panted out and, getting a cross-grip on Trish’s big tits, she started squeezing and twisting.

Trish let out a piercing shriek and began writhing and bucking underneath her tormentor, trying desperately to throw Torrie off. Torrie remained right where she was though, using all her weight to keep her rival face down on the floor, while continuing to maul her tender breasts viciously. She knew that at this late stage of the fight Trish did not have enough strength left to escape and she was certain that her victory was only a matter of time now (and not much of it either).

So convinced was Torrie that her position on top was unassailable, that she was now beginning to rather enjoy the situation and decided to have a little fun with her trapped rival. Acting on impulse, the sexy Idaho native suddenly thrust her hips forward, grinding her sweaty, hairless mound into Trish’s taut, shapely ass, slow and hard.

The Canadian beauty howled with fury at the humiliation and began bucking and twisting more violently than ever. Torrie responded by squeezing Trish’ breasts even harder, digging her sharp claws deep in the supple flesh while pulling both tits sideways in opposite directions. Moments later, Torrie suddenly let go of Trish’s tits and quickly wrapped her left arm around the smaller woman’s throat, this time managing to sink in the choke hold. Rising up on her knees, Torrie lifted her rival slightly off the floor and locked her hands together, putting even more pressure on Trish’s constricted throat. Suspended in her foe’s powerful grip, Trish struggled wildly, twisting and kicking, her eyes bulging and her face turning nearly crimson from lack of air.

“You give, bitch? Huh? You give?” Torrie growled, tightening her devastating hold further and further, literally strangling the Women’s Champion.

A proud, strong woman, Trish was not even thinking of giving up. She continued to writhe furiously, her powerful body twisting and heaving mightily in search of an escape route, legs pumping, arms flailing. Infuriated by her Canadian foe’s spirited resistance, Torrie snarled and put everything she had into the hold, not caring one bit if she crushed the other woman’s windpipe, or harmed her in some other way. Victory was all that mattered to the Idaho beauty at this point. The enraged adrenalin-powered Trish fought both pain and lack of air though, and continued to struggle with all her might. Borrowing a leaf from Torrie’s book, she now reached behind with her right hand and stabbed her fingers deep into Torrie’s pussy, clawing at its delicate walls.

For sheer volume, Torrie’s scream of agony easily beat anything either she or Trish had managed to produce so far. The pain proving too much for her, she instantly released her choke and grabbed Trish’s right wrist with both hands. She succeeded in pulling the smaller woman’s clawing fingers away and immediately rolled away from the Canadian.

The two got to their feet at the same time; Torrie – clutching at her ravaged womanhood, Trish – gasping and coughing as she massaged her sore throat with one hand and her painfully throbbing breasts with the other. Both beauties had tears in their eyes, but while Torrie’s were of pure pain, those of Trish were a lot more the product of overwhelming anger.

Almost blinded by rage, the gorgeous Richmond Hill native charged forward with a blood-curdling scream, swinging her arms wildly and connecting with a solid slap to her rival’s face that threw Torrie’s head to one side – long, blonde, sweat-soaked hair flying everywhere. Torrie backed off, but Trish went after her and kept on hitting her.

The sexy Canadian was like a woman possessed – snarling and screaming, her eyes burning with fury, her normally attractive face twisted in a vicious grimace as she continued her frenzied assault, arms flailing almost windmill-like. Before she knew what was happening, the PLAYBOY cover girl was slapped three times, punched five – twice in the head, twice in the stomach and once in the left breast – and even received a hard kick to the shin from the crazed Trish. Hurt, and more than a little scared by Trish’s ferocious attack, Torrie was backing away from the smaller woman trying to protect herself from the blows with her arms, but it did her no good and she continued to get hit time and time again.

Then suddenly, after a particularly stinging slap to her left cheek, Torrie’s beautiful face underwent a rapid and radical transformation. The rather panicky expression disappeared and was replaced by a purely feral one. The green eyes blazed angrily, the nostrils flared, and the lips were drawn back baring the white, glittering teeth. The sound that started somewhere deep inside Torrie’s throat and burst from her mouth was a sound which one would normally associate with an irate tigress. The Idaho beauty sprang forward, bending low down and ramming her right shoulder in her opponent’s stomach, forcing a loud grunt from the Women’s Champion. At the same time she wrapped her arms around Trish’s hips, lifted her off the floor and, still screaming with rage, literally ran across half the room, carrying the Canadian through the air and ultimately slamming her into the wall, back first.

Dazed and hurt, Trish lashed out blindly with her right hand, but Torrie easily avoided the blow and rocked the smaller woman with two hard punches to the head.

“Fuckin’ cunt!” Torrie growled through clenched teeth and delivered two more blows to the already wobbly Richmond Hill native.

Her eyes glazing over, Trish staggered sideways along the wall, nearly falling down. Torrie followed her, grabbed her hair, slammed the back of her head against the wall, and then punched her three times in the stomach, as hard as she could. Each of the blows hurt Trish badly, sapping her already depleted energy even further, and by the third one she could not tighten her abs at all and Torrie’s fist sank in nearly to the wrist. The Canadian bombshell’s moth hung open, her eyes bulged, her legs turned to jelly, and she would have fallen down to her knees, had Torrie not grabbed her by the hair with both hands and held her up.

“Like that, bitch?” Torrie asked menacingly, pulling Trish’s hair upwards with all her strength: “Here, have another one!” and she drove her right knee low down in her opponent’s flat belly as hard as she could.

All the air came out of Trish’s lungs in a single burst and this time she did go down to her knees, doubling over, drool running down her chin as she gasped and gagged, her face turning the deepest shade of red possible and a sick look coming into her eyes. Torrie picked her stricken foe up by the hair and whipped her around towards the center of the room. The Canadian woman tripped over her own feet and sprawled on the floor with a low moan.

Amazingly, Trish was still determined to fight and tried to kick Torrie as the latter came towards her. The kick landed on the PLAYBOY cover girl’s left thigh, but was too weak to achieve anything other than anger Torrie, who now straddled Trish pinning her on her back and slapped her twice across the face. The slaps actually helped Trish a lot more than they her hurt her as the stinging pain in her cheeks served to snap her out of her dazed state. Her recovery was by no means a miraculous one, though. She was still far from being a hundred percent in fighting condition, and her few attempts at bucking and twisting failed to dislodge the woman on top of her. Undeterred by her failure, she quickly switched tactics and reached for Torrie’s breasts with both hands, digging her claws into the large, sweaty orbs. Torrie screamed and her body jerked backwards, which allowed Trish to finally topple the Idaho native over while she was off balance.

They rose up on their knees at the same time and literally threw themselves forward, their naked, heaving chests coming together with a loud slap as their hands found each other and their fingers interlocked.

On their knees, with their legs spread wide for better balance, the two former fitness models leaned into one another, groaning and grunting as they strained mightily, each determined to overpower the other. Their hands gripping each other tightly, their strong, glistening arms were held at shoulder level and slightly extended sideways, trembling with tension as each woman used all of her strength in an attempt to force her rival back.

But, as intense as the test of strength was, it soon became apparent that there was only one way it could end. Trish was exhausted, hurt and still a little dazed from Torrie’s last flurry of blows and was clearly at a disadvantage against the bigger American woman.

Slowly, Trish’s wrists began to give way. Her arms followed soon afterwards, and finally, some thirty seconds after the women’s initial lock-up, the sexy Canadian’s body bent slightly backwards at the waist. A strong, proud woman, Trish refused to give up though, and struggled with everything she had, gritting her teeth and straining every muscle and tendon in her body, groaning with effort as she summoned every last ounce of strength she had, determined not to allow herself to be beaten by her hated rival. She was able to halt Torrie’s momentum, and for a few seconds the women remained deadlocked with Trish leaning slightly backwards and Torrie fractionally on top of her and with each woman’s chin resting on the other’s right shoulder. They were both almost completely motionless, save for slight shaking of their bodies and the quick expanding and contracting of their naked, sweat-covered torsos as they breathed heavily.

Groaning and grimacing, their attractive faces red from exertion, the two beauties spared no effort, each straining to the very limit in an attempt to get the upper hand in what was as much a clash of wills as it was of bodies. With their slick chests being pressed so tightly together, the two sets of large bare breasts were engaged in a titanic struggle for dominance of their own. Their smooth, sweat-soaked skin making soft squelching sounds, the four massive, firm tits slipped and slid over each other, the supple flesh ballooning and contorting, constantly changing its shape with even the slightest movement of the two bodies as erect nipples flicked against each other and poked tender areolae and undersides.

“You’re goin’ down, bitch!” Torrie snarled, her breath hissing rapidly between her bared, clenched teeth as she did her best to maintain the pressure on her rival.

Just moments later, the American’s prophecy came true as Trish’s body began giving more and more way, her wrists and arms being bent further and further back. The smaller woman did her best to resist, but try as she might, she just did not seem to have an answer for Torrie’s huge, sustained effort and could only groan in frustration and desperation as slowly but surely she was forced so far back that she almost lost her balance. Letting out a triumphant growl, Torrie now leaned forward, getting most of her weight behind her effort, and bore down hard on Trish’s bent body.

“NNNNOOOO!” the Canadian woman groaned, her wide-open eyes full of despair as she toppled over, landing on her back with her rival sprawling right on top of her.

Torrie was certain that she had her foe now and quickly wrapped her legs around Trish’s muscular thighs while the Women’s Champion twisted and kicked beneath her. Moments later, Trish gave another groan of agony as, despite her best efforts, her seemingly more developed legs were overpowered and forced shut by Torrie’s longer – and apparently stronger – legs. Locking her ankles behind her opponent’s thighs, the PLAYBOY cover girl now had Trish’s legs immobilized and could focus on her next goal – pinning the Canadian’s arms to the floor. Keeping Trish’s arms spread wide and fully extended, she once again used her weight and all of her strength to bear down on the Richmond Hill native, who for her part had only the rapidly weakening muscles in her shoulders, arms and chest to counter with.

“NNOOO!” Trish wailed again when her elbows were forced down to the floor and she was almost completely pinned with only her forearms and hands remaining in the air.

“Give it up, slut; you’re finished!” Torrie panted out, gripping Trish’s hands tighter than ever and pushing down on them with all her might.

Groaning loudly, Trish was going out of her mind with frustration and fury. She could not believe she was losing to that American bimbo. She was stronger than Torrie, she had to be, despite her smaller size; what the fuck was going on? Desperate not to suffer the indignity of being pinned and rendered totally helpless, Trish fought furiously with everything she had left, but it was no good. Agonizingly slowly, the Champion’s hands were forced closer and closer towards the floor, and soon the Canadian beauty’s groans and grunts of effort turned to whimpers as she realized she was going to be defeated. The realization nearly made her weep. She had always worked really hard on developing her body and took and enormous pride in its great shape and conditioning and was now finding it difficult to cope with the unusual and highly humiliating sensation of having that normally so strong body so relentlessly overwhelmed by another woman’s obviously superior one.

But, humiliating or not, the fact remained that Trish was losing. Her hands were now no more than two inches from the floor, both her forearms quivering like a couple of tight ropes, her well-developed biceps bulging under the glistening skin as she used her final reserves of energy in an attempt to make one last stand and keep her hands off the floor. Groaning, grunting, gnashing her teeth and grimacing with tension, the Richmond Hill native struggled fiercely, the thought of being bested by her archrival driving her nearly insane with fury and fear and landing her extra strength.

It was not enough. Trish’s furious, desperation-fueled resistance lasted for what seemed an eon, but even eons have ends, and finally, Torrie’s relentless pressure on her arms proved too much for the smaller woman. Tears welling up in her eyes, Trish let out one long, loud moan of mental anguish, which ended up in a small, choked sob as her overtaxed arms finally gave out on her and dropped lifelessly to the floor, her hands still firmly in Torrie’s grasp. The last of her strength having left her, the Canadian bombshell lay still beneath her foe, gasping and fighting the powerful urge to cry in despair, the recognition of the fact that she was beaten almost too hard to bear.

Lying on top, panting and shaking, Torrie smiled gleefully, knowing that she had Trish now. Utterly exhausted, the sexy Richmond Hill native’s body was completely limp, unable to offer the slightest bit of resistance on any front. Her arms were spread wide and pinned hopelessly to the floor, rendered completely useless – as were her legs, with her thighs pressed close together and immobilized by the other woman’s strong legs wrapped around them. Her once-proud breasts too had been defeated – totally overwhelmed by a superior pair and pushed back against her chest, where they were completely flattened and were now mushrooming out around the tips of Torrie’s bigger, but obviously firmer breasts. This apparently was not enough for the American woman and now she began twisting her upper body back and forth, smiling with malicious delight as she mashed her triumphant tits into Trish’s beaten boobs. Torrie’s longer, thicker pink nipples drilled into the Canadian beauty’s smaller dark ones, bending them to and fro at will, forcing them back and burying them deep into the areolae, causing the Women’s Champion to moan in discomfort.

“What’s the matter, bitch,” Torrie asked snidely as she continued to dominate her rival’s breasts with her own. “I’m not hurtin’ your soft lil’ titties, am I?”

Then, before Trish could say anything, the sexy Idaho native suddenly thrust her head forward and pressed her mouth hard against Trish’s, plunging her tongue in deep.

The Richmond Hill babe went completely rigid for a moment, her eyes opening wide in shock, then, letting out a muffled squeak, she began to struggle, but it was useless. Torrie grabbed Trish’s hair with both hands, immobilizing her head completely and, scissoring both of the Champion’s legs between her own, she used her body to cover every inch of the smaller woman’s body, flattening Trish to the floor with all her weight as she had her way with the Canadian’s face.

Trish could not do anything against the other woman’s indecent assault. She squirmed and twisted weakly, but in her exhausted state, Torrie’s 133 pounds on top of her might as well have been 133 tons – she simply could not budge the former Miss Galaxy. Her hands were free and she was using them to pull Torrie’s hair and slap and punch and claw her back and sides, but she was too tired and weakened from the long, intense battle and the punishment she had taken, and her efforts had no effect whatsoever.

Torrie could have easily done something about her rival’s hands, but had chosen not to simply because the gorgeous Canadian woman’s feeble attempts at scratching and slapping actually pleased her more than they hurt her. Trish’s constant clawing at her back, sides and ass-cheeks amounted to nothing more than groping – the pinned Diva’s fingernails just slid over the American beauty’s smooth, slippery with sweat skin without doing any damage – while the weak slaps and punches from the Champion were felt by the PLAYBOY cover girl as mere pats. She knew that the only way that Trish could actually hurt her now was by biting, but she negated that possibility by wisely not letting her probing, wiggling tongue get anywhere between the Canadian’s teeth. Instead, she preferred to simply lick the inside of Trish’s cheeks and lips, while holding the head of the smaller woman firmly in place with her hands.

Jerking and twisting underneath her rival Trish kept on making tiny, muffled sounds of protest somewhere at the back of her throat and now attempted to cut off Torrie’s access to her mouth by pressing her lips together, but that way she only wrapped them around the PLAYBOY cover girl’s tongue and instantly opened them again with a stifled wail and Torrie continued her invasion, practically undisturbed.

Torrie now reached down with her right hand and ran her palm up and down Trish’s left hip and thigh, squeezing and rubbing the firm, sweaty flesh while still keeping the Champion’s head in place by gripping a big handful of hair at the top of it.

What Torrie was doing though, had little to do with the carnal side of things. She was not trying to sexually please herself – or the other woman – but was rather making a point. She was still fighting Trish and was simply showing off her superiority over the rival Diva. She was intent on hurting the Canadian mentally by letting her know that she now considered her so little of a threat that, even in the middle of the fight, she could afford to kiss and caress instead of bite and scratch her.

Completely ignoring the Trish’s weak struggling, Torrie continued to kiss her, twisting and squirming back and forth on top of the supine Richmond Hill native, rubbing her sweat-covered breasts and belly against Trish’s equally sweaty ones, totally covering and dominating the Canadian beauty’s body with her own...

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Trish, Torrie pushed herself up and straddled the Women’s Champion, panting and sweating as she smiled contentedly, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.

“You Goddam’ whore!” Trish groaned, gasping and gagging, her eyes filling with tears of humiliation and helpless fury: “Fuckin’ SICK BITCH! How could you do this to me?”

“Well,” Torrie said, using her knees to pin Trish’s arms at her sides “When you came in here, you said I wanted this... and I guess I did.” There was a mocking expression in the Idaho native’s green eyes now. “Plus, you said that it was NEVER goin’ to happen,” the eyes opened wide as she said the word ‘never’, “and I really love provin’ people wrong!” She stretched out a hand and flicked the tip of Trish’s nose with the nail of her middle finger.

“You bitch! You’re sick!” Trish said again, squirming feebly beneath her rival.

“I take it you didn’t enjoy yourself too much.” Torrie purred, smiling sweetly. “I gotta tell you, I’m a little ashamed of myself. I mean, it’s the duty of every good hostess to make sure her guests enjoy their visit, and after all, you are my guest. An uninvited one, true, but still a guest.”

Torrie’s tone was quite light and conversational, but on the inside, the Idaho beauty was still seething. She had always hated Trish just as much as Trish hated her, and today’s violent encounter had not helped matters any. She was positively mad at the sexy Canadian and wanted to really punish her and teach her a lesson for barging into HER apartment and starting a fight.

“Now, let’s see if I can’t come up with somethin’ you’d like.” the American woman said musingly and a nasty little smile appeared on her face. “Maybe THIS will make you happy.”

With that, Torrie suddenly rose up on her knees and spun around sharply, planting her firm, shapely ass right on Trish’s face in a reverse face-sit. “It’ll certainly make ME happy, and anyway, I owe it to you from a while ago!” said the PLAYBOY cover girl as she grabbed both of Trish’s wrists immobilizing her arms.

Her face completely buried beneath Torrie’s well-rounded, glistening ass-cheeks, Trish began thrashing and jerking around in desperate attempts to free herself and get some much-needed air into her lungs. She bucked and kicked and twisted, but she was completely spent by now and her efforts were much too weak to get her anywhere.

Knowing that she is in complete control and rather enjoying the feeling of the other woman’s hot, sweaty face moving slightly from side to side underneath her, Torrie smiled and wiggled her hips a little as she continued to smother the smaller woman with her naked ass.

Feeling herself going under, Trish arched her back in one final attempt to escape, but, with Torrie holding firmly on to her wrists, she had nowhere to go. She remained in that position for a few seconds, her naked, sweat-drenched body vibrating like a taut rope, then she tried twisting to one side, and finally flopped back down to the floor, her face still underneath Torrie’s posterior. Her body suddenly stretched out full length and froze like that, only her feet moving in little jerks.

Just then, Torrie rose up on her knees, allowing her suffering rival to suck in some air. She could have easily smothered Trish unconscious, but she did not want to. Even though it was obvious that she had won the fight, the Idaho woman wanted to hurt Trish some more and make her submit. Still facing Trish’s feet, she moved a little forward and sat down again, suddenly beginning to wriggle and gyrate her hips, her shapely, bare, sweat-covered ass sliding smoothly over Trish’s equally wet torso with a soft swishing sound, producing an occasional squelch as it rotated back and forth. Again and again, the American fitness queen’s firm, round ass-cheeks slipped over the pinned Canadian beauty’s large tits, squashing the supple orbs, moving them around at will and flattening them against the ribs, utterly dominating them.

Having never before been subjected to this kind of indignity, the proud Richmond Hill native squealed in protest, but with her body exhausted and her arms immobilized in her rival’s firm grip, there was nothing she could do. “Stop it, you whore!” she moaned weakly, shaking her head from side to side, her eyes filling with tears of humiliation. “Get offa me! Let me GOOOOO!!”

Torrie did half of what she was told. She did stop her little “dance” but instead of getting off of her flattened foe, she simply turned around and straddled Trish’s hips, pinning the Canadian’s arms at her sides with her knees.

“Who’s lyin’ flat on her back now, bitch?” the sexy Idaho native growled, showing that she had not forgotten the threats Trish had made just before the fight had started.

Trish moaned and squirmed, but was too exhausted to be able to break free.

“You give?” Torrie asked.

“Fuck you!” was Trish’s succinct answer.

“Yeah?” Torrie’s eyes flashed angrily. “Fuck THIS, cunt!” she snarled as she brought her right palm down on Trish’s left breast as hard as she could.

The impact produced a loud slapping sound and caused Trish’s breast to jiggle briefly back and forth. It also caused Trish to scream in pain. Torrie liked that and quickly repeated the process, this time with Trish’s right tit. The trapped Women’s Champion twisted and bucked, but did not have any strength left and remained hopelessly pinned underneath her rival.

Torrie now unleashed a flurry of slaps to Trish’s chest, hitting with both hands, slapping the Richmond Hill native’s large, naked tits around with a vengeance. She would slap one sweaty breast with all her strength, sending it flying and stretching to one side, and would then hit it with equal force from the opposite direction, making it shoot back the other way. She did it over and over again, attacking both of Trish’s tits with everything she had. There was a look of intense concentration, and even more intense hatred, on the former Miss Galaxy’s attractive face, as she swung her strong arms back and forth, her own large, sweat-soaked breasts constantly rocking and bouncing and jiggling with her sudden movements. Groaning and screaming, Trish was trying to struggle, but Torrie had her securely pinned and the Champion could do nothing except lay there and take everything the enraged PLAYBOY cover girl was dishing out.

Suddenly tiring of playing “tetherball” with the Canadian’s breasts, Torrie grabbed the sensitive orbs and began squeezing and twisting the supple flesh for all she was worth. Here though, despite her best efforts, the SMACKDOWN Diva could not achieve maximum results – there was simply too much sweat – both on her hands and Trish’s tits – for her grip to be effective. She still hurt the pinned woman, but nowhere near enough as far as she was concerned, and, in an attempt to make up for that, she began clawing furiously at Trish’s breasts. Trish howled with pain, but the American beauty was absolutely merciless and continued to savage her rival’s breasts, her sharp fingernails threatening to strip skin and gouge out flesh.

“Give up, bitch!” Torrie yelled angrily, still clawing and tearing. “Give, or I’ll rip your fuckin’ implants out!”

But despite the fact that there was a very distinct possibility that Torrie might actually carry out her threat, Trish would not give up. She had her pride and simply could not bear the though of submitting to a woman whom she considered to be vastly inferior to her, and whom she hated with every fiber of her being to boot. Screeching like a banshee, her head shaking violently from side to side she continued to resist even as tears were flowing freely from her eyes.
Frustrated with her inability to force her helpless rival into submission and angrier than ever, Torrie intensified her efforts, digging her claws deeper and deeper into the Canadian woman’s tender breasts, pulling and twisting the pliant flesh around like dough. She pinched Trish’s hard nipples between her thumbs and the second joints of her forefingers and twisted them in opposite directions, at the same time pulling upwards, stretching the breasts to their limit. Trish let out a long wail of agony and tried to arch her back, but in her weakened state Torrie’s weight on top of her was just too much for her and she remained flat on her back underneath the PLAYBOY cover girl.

Changing the angle of her attack, Torrie now began driving punch after punch into her defenseless foe’s chests, her fists striking the Canadian beauty’s sweaty, jiggling tits with loud smacks, sending them flying around and driving the stiff nipples deep into the soft flesh.

Trish was still trying to struggle, but she was almost completely out of it at this point. All her strength sapped by the long fight and the brutal punishment she had received from Torrie, her movements were so feeble that they were barely noticeable. Her voice was also almost gone by now after all of her screaming and she could only manage harsh, barely audible moans every time Torrie’s small fists smashed into her already demolished breasts.

After a few more seconds of systematic torture, Trish’s body began to shut down, no longer able to cope with the pain. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and her head rolled limply towards her left shoulder, a string of drool escaping the left corner of her mouth as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

Torrie had no intention of allowing Trish to pass out, though. She stopped punching the helpless Canadian and just sat on top of her for a few moments, shaking as she tried to catch her breath, the sweat literally pouring out of her. She was still determined to get a submission out of the Women’s Champion and for the purpose she needed Trish to be conscious.

Now Torrie lay down on top of her supine rival, and, grabbing both of Trish’s hands, she intertwined her fingers with those of the smaller woman and spread her arms wide, pinning them to the floor at the same time trapping both of Trish’s legs beneath her own, completely immobilizing the Richmond Hill bombshell.

For a few seconds the two naked sweat-drenched women remained motionless, just breathing heavily, the Idaho native’s taut, shapely 5’9”, 133-pound frame completely covering her Canadian rival’s equally toned and curvaceous – though at the moment completely limp – 5’4”, 118-pound body, flattening it to the floor in a show of total dominance.

“Feelin’ comfy down there?” Torrie asked smugly as she held her foe captive.

“Get off of me, bitch!” Trish wailed and tried to struggle, but to no avail; she was hopelessly trapped.

“You know, you look kinda pretty when you’re angry.” Torrie purred, amused by her rival’s futile resistance. “Especially from up here.”

Tilting her head sideways, the PLAYBOY cover girl suddenly licked the side of Trish’s face using the tip of her tongue to trace one of the numerous trickles of sweat running down the Canadian beauty’s face.

“Stop it, you fuckin’ slut! Get off!” Trish yelled, almost sobbing with frustration as she shook her head from side to side and continued her fruitless efforts to extricate herself from Torrie’s hold. She had never felt so helpless and humiliated in her life, and also, she had never hated another human being more than she hated Torrie at this moment. She suddenly realized that if somehow she got the opportunity to kill the American bitch right now she would take it.

Fortunately for Torrie, Trish did not have the opportunity to do anything whatsoever, exhausted and helpless as she was. With her arms pinned to the floor and her legs trapped beneath Torrie’s legs, all she could move was her head, and that did her no good at all. She did try to bite Torrie’s face, but the former Miss Galaxy proved quicker and sank her teeth into Trish’s lower lip, drawing some blood and making the Canadian beauty squeal.

Determined to break her opponent’s resistance, Torrie began twisting her upper body back and forth again, rubbing her chest against Trish’s. Once more the Idaho native’s large, firm tits quickly overwhelmed her rival’s slightly smaller ones, covering them completely and mashing them down relentlessly, squashing them flat against the ribcage.

Trish was in agony. Her breasts were already practically destroyed by Torrie’s recent vicious assault that had left them unbearably sore and covered with countless scratches and bruises. She whimpered as Torrie’s relatively unhurt breasts ground mercilessly into hers, the whimpers turning to choked cries every time the American beauty’s poking nipples scraped across/along a deep scratch sending shock waves of pain throughout her entire body.

Torrie punished her pinned rival’s tits with her own until the tears were flowing freely from Trish’s eyes and the body of the Richmond Hill native was racked by convulsive sobs. Then she stopped moving and just lay on top of the totally immobilized Women’s Champion, breathing heavily, sweat constantly dripping from the tip of her nose and chin onto Trish’s equally sweat-drenched face.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Trish blubbered as she stared hatefully into Torrie’s face that was just above hers. “I’ll kill you for this! Let me go...I swear to God...I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” she began weeping bitterly, twisting her body weakly from side to side trying to free her flattened, clearly beaten tits form underneath the American’s victorious breasts that still covered them.

“Sssh, it’s OK.” Torrie said with mock tenderness, “It won’t be long now. Here we go. Ready?”

With that, the sexy Idaho native suddenly bent her head, bared her white teeth and bit down on Trish’s right collar-bone as hard as she could. Trish’s eyes opened wide in shock, and a moment later she let out an ear-splitting scream, which Torrie was sure could be heard all the way up in Richmond Hill. Which was exactly what the PLAYBOY cover girl wanted as she kept her bite on, at the same keeping her fingers tangled with Trish’s and twisting the Canadian’s wrists backwards and sideways. A few moments later, the bite was released, but the respite was short-lived. Lowering her aim, Torrie got her mouth around the tip of Trish’s left breast, her lips enveloping both nipple and areola, and then sank her teeth into the tender flesh.

Screeching at the top of her lungs, her attractive face contorted in pain, the Women’s Champion thrashed wildly underneath her captor. Shaking her head from side to side, her heels thumping the floor in tight cadence, she was desperately trying to hold out but, unable to escape, she was doomed. Although she was able to endure an incredible amount of punishment, she was still only human and after ten or so agony-filled seconds, the intense pain finally proved too much for her.

“AAAAAAAAARRRGGHH STOOOOP! I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! LET GOOOOO!” Trish bellowed in absolute anguish.

Torrie continued torturing her vanquished foe for another couple of seconds, and then suddenly released her bite, but she was not done. Still holding her foe’s arms pinned to the floor, the American fitness queen grapevined Trish, spreading her legs wide, and slowly and gleefully rubbed her juicy, sweaty tits in the defeated woman’s face, mashing them hard against the Richmond Hill native’s beautiful features. Trish squirmed feebly underneath her captor, but to no avail. No matter how hard she tried, she was just too weakened to achieve anything. She could have bitten Torrie’s tits, of course, but she knew very well that this would mean more punishment at the hands of the angry Idaho woman, and more punishment was something Trish simply could not handle at that point. Unable to escape the clutches of her much stronger foe, the proud Canadian beauty was soon whimpering in humiliation as Torrie utterly dominated her. Her sobs did her no good either; they could barely be heard with her face completely buried beneath the American woman’s massive breasts.

Finally, after what seemed like hours to the tormented Women’s Champion, Torrie decided that she had had enough of this. Releasing the grapevine, she slid down Trish’s body a little, then planted a big, wet kiss right on the smaller woman’s mouth and raised her own upper body a little, still holding the Richmond Hill native pinned and looking down at her sweaty, tear-streaked face from a distance of about ten inches. Beaten and dejected, Trish could only lie motionless beneath her conqueror, sobbing quietly.

“That takes care of business, I think,” Torrie said with a conceited little smile, still struggling to catch her breath. “Now for the pleasure part!” she added as she quickly got her legs in between Trish’s and pushed them out wide.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the Idaho beauty began to rub her shaven, glistening mound against the Canadian’s equally smooth and sweaty one. Trish squealed in protest, but in her exhausted state and with her arms pinned to the floor and Torrie’s entire weight on top of her, there was nothing she could do. All she could move were her legs, and trapped as she was, the only thing she could do with them was wrap them around the other woman’s waist. She chose not to do this. She knew she did not have enough strength left to cause Torrie any pain and was well aware that by spreading her legs she would only give the PLAYBOY bitch even more unobstructed access to her nether regions.

Torrie was not particularly worried about what Trish would, or would not do. She had all the access to the latter’s body she needed and did not require any assistance from the Canadian. Smiling a little, she now squirmed and twisted a little harder on top of Trish.

“Get offa me, you slut! Let me go!” Trish groaned weakly, only moments before Torrie’s lips came down on hers and she once again was treated to a mouthful of the American beauty’s hot, wet, slippery tongue.

Just a few seconds later, to her amazement, Trish suddenly discovered that, slut or not, her own body was responding to her rival’s. She was horrified. She had never thought about women in this way and would have liked to believe that even if she did consider getting intimate with another woman, it would certainly not be with that loathsome American whore. And yet – there it was. As much as Trish was trying to resist it, Torrie was turning her on. There was no denying that, as loathsome and as American the bitch was, she was not only really sexy, but also knew what a tongue was for. The pinned Canadian soon found herself losing control of her body as passion began to stir inside her in response to Torrie’s probing, flicking tongue inside her mouth and the PLAYBOY cover girl’s hot, wet body wriggling on top of hers.

Practically against her will, Trish now returned the kiss, writhing deliciously underneath the other Diva, their flat, firm, sweat-slick bellies rubbing against each other as their hairless mounds ground together slowly. For the next few minutes they continued to kiss fervently, making small sounds of delight somewhere in the back of their throats, their heads constantly moving and twisting in all directions with their lips remaining firmly locked together. As their desire grew, so did the intensity of their movements. Their mounds were now rubbing together harder and faster than ever before and their sexes were now slick with juices and completely unfurled, while inside their mouths, their wet, slippery tongues wriggled and twirled against each other in a hotly contested duel.

On and on it went, with their positions remaining unchanged, until finally, after a great deal of feinting, prodding and twisting, Torrie managed to force nearly her entire tongue inside Trish’s mouth, and Trish, despite her best efforts, could not push it out. Her dominance established, and her passion having risen to almost painful heights, the Idaho native now lifted herself off Trish’s supine form and sat on the floor between the Canadian woman’s legs. She then quickly threw her left leg over her rival’s right, just as Trish, having recovered some of her energy during the lengthy kissing “seesion”, sat up and did the exact same thing. The two ended up facing each other, each propping herself on her braced arms behind her to stay sitting upright. Simultaneously, they moved a little forward, each woman letting out a low moan as her crotch made contact with the other’s, the two swollen, open sexes pressing together and forming a tight seal.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, the two sexy, hard-bodied women began slowly rotating their hips, gasping and moaning as their slick, hairless pussies rubbed together sending waves of pleasure trough their entire bodies. At this point, they were more aroused than either of them had ever been, and while they were both aware that they were supposed to hate each other, somehow this didn’t seem that important right now as each woman’s rapidly rising passion was beginning to push all thoughts and concerns to the very back of her mind.

Still, this was not all about pleasure. It was a competition as much as anything else, each woman silently contesting that she was sexually superior, that she had the better skills and better self-control, and determined to prove it by making her rival reach an orgasm first. They were now groaning louder as they mashed their sopping pussies into each other harder, each trying to elevate hers above the other’s and secure a better position. Their erect, throbbing clits had come together and were currently locked in a furious battle for supremacy, flexing and straining against each other.

Trish was by far the more aggressive of the two. She simply needed this win a lot worse than the other woman. Having been beaten so disastrously by Torrie in their fight, she now desperately wanted to regain some pride by defeating the American bitch in a sex fight. She suddenly wrapped her arms around her rival, locking her hands at the small of Torrie’s back and pulling her closer. With their sexes pressing together even harder, the Richmond Hill native now increased the tempo, grinding her pussy insistently into her rival’s, hell-bent on forcing Torrie into an orgasm and proving that she was in fact a much better woman than the Idaho slut – PLAYBOY covers and all...

Torrie, her confidence boosted by her victory over Trish in their catfight, met each of the energetic movements of the Canadian’s pelvis with an equally powerful thrust of her own hips, just as intent on triumphing over her rival in the sex fight as the Women’s Champion was.

“Bitch!” Trish spat, after a particularly forceful thrust from Torrie made her wince and groan.

“Shut up, you dumb slut!” Torrie growled, mashing her sex against Trish’s even harder.

Trish responded by increasing her own efforts and soon, the room was filled with louder and more frequent groans than ever, coming from both sides. Both women could feel themselves nearing the top now and each had to exercise all of her self-control to fight off the rapidly approaching climax. Their shapely, sweat-drenched bodies, writhing and heaving, the two beauties were groaning and grunting as much in effort as they were in pleasure, and their deeply flushed faces kept twisting and contorting as each woman was trying desperately to maintain her focus and hang on long enough to be able to push the other over the edge. There were tears in both women’s eyes from the incredible strain the two were subjecting themselves to in this contest of will and physical endurance as they poured their last reserves of energy into their wildly thrusting pelvises, each trying to hump her rival’s sex raw.

“There’s...no way...I’m lettin’...some...sorry-ass...little...Canadian whore...out-fuck me!” Torrie panted harshly, speaking more to herself than to Trish, psyching herself up as she pumped furiously with her hips, trying to maneuver her cunt on top of the other woman’s.

“Yeah? Out-fuck THIS, bitch!” Trish growled angrily, giving one mighty thrust forward and suddenly going into overdrive, her pelvis shaking and gyrating in epileptic-like fashion as her hot, throbbing cunt mashed against Torrie’s with unrelenting aggression, her hard clit ramming and twisting the American’s clit, pushing it back.

A long throaty moan came from somewhere deep inside Torrie, her back arching and her head lolling listlessly to one side.

“No!” the PLAYBOY cover girl groaned, desperately trying to hold out and rapidly losing the battle. “Oh God... Nnnnoooohhh!” she cried out as she felt her body suddenly weakening. Moments later, her unseeing eyes began to roll up as her arms buckled behind her. She would have fallen flat on her back had Trish’s arms not been wrapped tightly around her waist.

“Gotcha!” the sexy Richmond Hill native crowed and moved in for the kill.

Digging her fingernails deep into the supple, sweaty flesh of Torrie’s taut ass and pulling the pelvis of the Idaho beauty even tighter against her own, Trish smiled wickedly as she positioned her sex on top of the American’s and started grinding away furiously, intent on finishing her rival off as quickly as possible before she herself had lost it completely.

Arching backwards, suspended in the other woman’s tight embrace, Torrie’s body shook uncontrollably. Her large, glistening breasts, pointing skywards, jiggled and quivered incessantly and her moans constantly increased in both frequency and volume as passion overcame her and she began losing all control. She was about to explode, but she was determined not to go down to her loathsome rival without a fight and, making a supreme effort to regain control of her senses, she suddenly bucked hard, at the same time twisting her hips into an almost impossible position, her sopping pussy rotating over Trish’s equally wet one with a squelching sound. Trish moaned loudly and her body gave a little shudder when Torrie’s clit rammed into the side of hers, near the hood. Biting her lip, fighting fiercely against her desire to cum, Torrie repeated the exact same movement three times in quick succession, as she once again placed her hands on the floor behind her, propping herself on her braced arms.

Moaning louder than ever, now it was Trish who was on the back foot all of a sudden. With all her muscles flexing and straining, her whole body was vibrating like a taut rope and she now squeezed her eyes shut, feeling that she was beginning to lose it. One more thrust from Torrie pushed the two dripping snatches firmly together and both Divas groaned loudly, shaking their heads and grimacing with tension. Then, suddenly, they froze.

Trembling, sweat pouring out of them, the two women remained completely motionless for nearly ten seconds, not even breathing. They were both teetering on the edge now and each one was absolutely certain that even the slightest movement was going to push her over. With their open cunts glued to each other and their stiff, pulsating clits touching, it was a sort of a sexual Mexican standoff, with neither woman wanting to take the risk of making a move for fear of causing her own climax instead of that of her rival’s.

Deadlocked in their struggle for carnal supremacy, the two sex the two sex symbols of Professional Wrestling now battled only with their wills as their bodies had reached their limits. Their attractive, reddened faces twitching, they made small sounds in the back of their throats as each struggled to hold her breath and will her body on to outlast the other’s.

Finally, Torrie moved. Drawing her hips slightly backwards, she quickly thrust forward and up, and her stiff clit suddenly stabbed right under the hood of Trish’s clit. The Richmond Hill babe moaned and Torrie repeated the move. This time Trish countered with a thrust of her own and the two once again sat motionless, their erect clits locked in a slippery test-of-strength.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Torrie said suddenly her voice hoarse and unsteady from the strain as she did her best to dominate the other woman’s clit with her own. “I already kicked your ass; I can fuck it too!”

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” the Women’s Champion replied in an equally shaky voice, her cunt muscles working overtime in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

Just as Trish said that, Torrie’s clit suddenly and inexplicably became harder than ever and slipped right underneath the Canadian woman’s clit, pushing it upwards.

“No!” Trish squealed and attempted to fight back, but it was in vain. Try as she might, she had no answer for Torrie’s charge and could only groan in frustration as the Idaho native’s clit slowly but irresistibly overpowered hers and bent it, pinning it under its own hood.

Torrie could sense victory now, and pushed her sex into her rival’s harder still, her clit bending and twisting Trish’s clit almost effortlessly now. Two seconds later it was the Canadian beauty’s turn to go almost limp, her body overcome by sudden weakness. Her hands lost their grip on each other and her arms unwound from around Torrie’s waist.

Unlike Trish earlier, Torrie had no intention of trying to hold her rival upright, and simply let the smaller woman fall backwards. At the last moment, Trish tried desperately to prop herself up with her hands behind her, but she simply did not have the strength; her arms gave and she flopped down on her back with a groan, her large, sweat-covered breasts shaking and quivering with the hard impact. About to climax, she now could do little other than lie limply on her back and moan loudly, squeezing her own breasts and shaking her head as her will was rapidly giving way to her overwhelming need for sexual release.

Suddenly feeling in complete control of both herself and her rival, Torrie shifted her position, leaning forward and getting on top of the smaller woman. At the same time she slipped her arms behind Trish’s knees and picked the Canadian’s legs up. Flat on her back with her knees up and her rival’s body wedged between her thighs, its weight pushing down on them and spreading them wide, Trish quickly wrapped her legs around Torrie’s waist and locked her ankles. The Champion had not given up on the fight yet, and by wrapping her legs around the other woman she was spreading her thighs even wider and pushing her pelvis up, deliberately presenting her open sex and inviting contact with Torrie’s sex, in the belief that she could still outlast the Idaho native in a head-to-head – or rather sex-to-sex – contest and make her cum first.

Keeping her upper body elevated on her braced arms with her hands gripping Trish’s wrists and pinning them to the floor, Torrie smiled as she easily slid her sex on top of the Canadian woman’s utterly exposed, gaping snatch in the dominant position. Stretching her legs backwards, spreading them wide for better balance, the PLAYBOY cover girl then began bucking and twisting her hips energetically, grinding her pussy into her rival’s, fucking it as hard as she could. The two women’s erect, slick clits, thickly coated with their juices, were now once more into contact with each other, flicking and thrusting, and it was quickly becoming pretty obvious that one of them was losing the slippery duel. While, much like their sexes, the two rival Divas’ clits were virtually equal in size, Torrie’s was proving to be the much harder and stronger one. It had now once again found the Canadian beauty’s practically defeated clit and was dominating it, trapping it and grinding it down relentlessly, causing it to tremble and wilt further and further with each thrust.

“OOOHHH...FUUUCK!” Trish groaned in both pleasure and despair as she felt her pussy being bested by her rival’s stronger pussy and knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Her hopes of victory gone, the Canadian ex-fitness model writhed helplessly beneath her foe in the grip of passion, all sense of pride or decorum completely forgotten as she screeched at the top of her lungs, literally BEGGING Torrie to make her cum. Looking down into her rival’s sweat-drenched, deeply flushed, distorted face and seeing the word “defeat” written all over it, Torrie smiled triumphantly and a series of powerful ripples now went across her flat, glistening belly as she worked her cunt muscles, while her entire body remained still, save for the rapid expanding and contracting of her torso each time she breathed in and out. The Idaho beauty’s throbbing clit moved and vibrated on top of Trish’s bent, helplessly pinned clit, crushing it mercilessly and quickly forcing it to surrender.

Trish suddenly went completely rigid and then began shuddering violently, screaming and howling in sheer ecstasy as her orgasm ripped through her with devastating force, lasting for an incredibly long period and causing her to lose all sense of time or direction. Torrie was not done though. Still in total control, she now began moving, her hips twisting and gyrating, her swollen, pulsating sex, scorching the Canadian beauty’s waning pussy pinned beneath it, grinding it down, sucking the life out of it. A few moments later, the PLAYBOY cover girl began thrusting wildly with her pelvis, snarling and grunting as she repeatedly rammed Trish’s pussy with her own.

Trish was really suffering now. All the sexual energy drained from her pussy by Torrie’s seemingly insatiable cunt, the gorgeous Canadian now felt only pain each time the Idaho babe’s sex mashed hard into hers, and, what was worse – she was powerless to do anything about it. She was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally, and could not fight back and, pinned on her back beneath her rival as she was, she could not get away either. She had unwrapped her legs from around Torrie’s waist long ago, but that had not helped her any; Torrie still had strong legs on the inside of Trish’s and was pushing them out wide, making sure that the RAW Diva’s vulnerable sex remained completely exposed and open to attack. All the gorgeous Richmond Hill native could do was moan and squirm weakly with each of Torrie’s thrusts and beg the American babe to stop.

Torrie did not stop. She was still tremendously aroused and, having decisively won the sex fight against her hated rival, she was now entirely focused on reaching her own climax. Panting and gasping, she continued to buck frenziedly, grinding her sopping pussy into the other woman’s, desperately trying to quench her burning desire and at the same time using the opportunity to punish Trish some more and further underline her superiority over the Canadian beauty.

For the next few seconds, Torrie continued to smash her triumphant sex into Trish’s defeated pussy, causing the Women’s Champion to wail in agony. The pain was really intense on both sides, but Torrie was still turned on and feeling absolutely euphoric after her double victory over the other Diva, and this was helping her cope with the pain. Groaning and grunting, sweat constantly dripping from her lithe, shapely body, the American fitness queen bucked and heaved like a woman possessed, her curvy hips pumping madly, her taut, beautifully rounded, glistening ass-cheeks quivering violently each time she slammed the front of her pelvis into Trish’s, crushing the Canadian’s slick, shaven mound with her own, equally smooth one. In the end, the brutal punishment was way too much for Trish to handle and the gorgeous, proud Richmond Hill native broke down in tears as she pleaded with her tormentor.

“Who’s the better woman, bitch?” Torrie growled, still humping furiously, her large, firm breasts rocking and swinging back and forth beneath her heaving torso.

The Idaho beauty was now close to tears herself, and really wanted to end this, but not before she had extracted an admission of inferiority from her fitness/wrestling nemesis. She did not have to wait long.

“You!” Trish howled almost immediately, her entire body ravaged by pain. “You’re the better woman...Anythin’ you say...just let me go, TORRIE PLEEEEASE!!”

Torrie finally released her victim, but if Trish thought this was the end of it, she was sadly wrong. Torrie still wanted her orgasm and was determined to get it. Rising up on her knees, the PLAYBOY cover girl quickly grabbed Trish’s shoulder and turned her onto her side. She then planted a knee onto the small of the Canadian’s back and forced her face down on the floor. Looking at her rival stretched out on her belly, Torrie suddenly curled her lips into a nasty little smile.
“Let’s see how good your memory is, bitch,” the victorious Diva panted as she quickly straddled Trish’s legs and sat on her claves.
The loud “SLAP!” and Trish’s yelp of pain came almost simultaneously as Torrie sharply brought her right palm down on the Canadian woman’s right buttock.
“Last time you did this to me was in the ring, remember?” the PLAYBOY cover girl said and repeated the treatment, forcing another squeal from Trish. “Now, I suggest you brace yourself ‘cause this time it’s for real!”

And hold back the vengeful, angry American fitness queen certainly did not, as she used every ounce of energy she had left to put her long-time rival through the most devastating spanking Trish would ever receive in her life. Time and again Torrie’s arm sliced the air, her open hand striking both halves of the Richmond Hill native’s shapely, naked ass in quick succession, producing loud slaps and causing the taut, glistening globes to quiver and jiggle ceaselessly. Too worn out to do anything, Trish could only cry out in pain and squirm feebly back and forth to no effect. She tried covering her curvy backside with her hands, but to no avail; no matter where the sexy Canadian placed her hands, Torrie would find some exposed area of flesh and would hit it viciously, causing new agony for the abused Women’s Champion.

“You like that? Huh? You like it, cunt? Still think you’re the hottest bitch in the ring? Fuckin’ little Miss Professional Wrestlin’ Canadian slut! Still think you’re all that, you fuckin’ asshole? Huh?!” Torrie kept yelling as she hit Trish again and again, releasing all of the hatred and resentment she had felt towards the Richmond Hill native for so long on both personal and professional level.

The brutal punishment continued for what seemed an eternity with Torrie continuing to slap away in wild abandon, stopping only when both of Trish’s entire ass-cheeks had turned bright red and the Women’s Champion was sobbing hysterically. Panting and shaking, sweat pouring out of her, the PLAYBOY cover girl took a few moments to survey her handiwork with a happy gleam in her eye, before suddenly sliding forward and straddling Trish’s hips. She still wanted to punish the Canadian woman, teach her a lesson she would never forget, but right now, she had much more pressing matters to deal with. She was more aroused than ever and could no longer contain herself, her urgent need for sexual release completely over-riding every other feeling or desire.

“Here’s somethin’ you’re probably familiar with, you little slut!” Torrie said breathlessly.

Grabbing her rival’s hair with one hand and pushing her face into the floor, the Idaho native began twisting and gyrating her hips, grinding her slick crotch hard into Trish’s smooth, sweaty ass, rubbing her gaping, dripping sex all over the two beautifully rounded mounds of firm, hot flesh. Trish moaned in protest, but could do nothing and Torrie continued her salacious dance on top of the prone Canadian beauty, gasping and moaning as her sexy, sweat-soaked body twisted and wriggled back and forth, each movement bringing her closer to a climax. Faster and harder the PLAYBOY cover girl humped her helpless rival, deep throaty moans issuing forth from her mouth, her head shaking violently from side to side, her tangled, wet hair whipping about her beautiful, ecstasy-contorted face. Her moans getting louder and louder and her movements gradually becoming more intense and a lot less fluent and co-coordinated with each passing second, until they were little more than spasmodic jerks, the sexy Idaho native threw her head back and let out a long, loud wail, just before her body stiffened convulsively and then began shuddering and trembling as she finally rode her defeated foe to her own screaming orgasm.

Slumping forward, Torrie lay on top of Trish’s limp body for a long time, panting and shaking all over as she tried to catch her breath and waited for her senses to return. Then she suddenly gave the left side of Trish’s face a long, slow lick and stood up smiling. Trish immediately curled up on her side and covered her reddened, stinging backside with both hands as she sobbed quietly in pain and humiliation.

Pushing her sweat-soaked hair away from her face and licking her lips, Torrie stood over her beaten rival, a triumphant expression on her face, her naked, sweat-covered body erect, her large, firm breasts heaving up and down with her rapid breathing.

“Look at me!” the gorgeous Idaho native ordered standing hands-on-hips. “I said look at me, bitch!” she shouted and stomped on Trish’s hip, not too hard, but still hard enough to draw a low moan from the tormented Canadian beauty and make her look up at Torrie with frightened, tear-filled eyes.

“See?” Torrie said raising her arms above her head and keeping them braced and slightly spread – as were her legs. “This is what a real woman looks like! And I told you you couldn’t handle one!”

Trish said nothing. The Richmond Hill native was exhausted, badly hurt, and utterly bewildered. She could not believe this was happening to her. To her this had been an opportunity she had waited for ever since she had known Torrie. She had come here full of confidence, convinced that she was much better than her rival in every way imaginable and believing that she would have little trouble in mopping the floor with the PLAYBOY whore. Instead, she had walked right into the beating and humiliation of her life. Torrie had not only defeated her – she had demolished her on every front, and knowing that she was now completely helpless and entirely at her rival’s mercy made Trish really sweat as she was well aware of how much Torrie disliked her.

But Torrie had no intention of punishing Trish any further. Satisfied that she had proven beyond any doubt her total supremacy over her rival, the Idaho beauty knew that she would not have any future trouble with the other Diva and had now completely lost interest in the latter. She was really tired and longing for a good, hot shower and wanted to get rid of Trish as quickly as possible.

“I believe we’re done here.” Torrie said, still trying to bring her breathing under control. “Unless you want me to beat on you some more!” she added menacingly.

“No!” Trish whined, shaking her head and stretching out her right arm, palm held up in appeal. “Enough! Please!”

“OK, how about I just fuck you some more then?” the Idaho beauty suggested with a mischievous smile.

“NO!” the beaten woman squealed in a small, panicky voice, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Look at you, you sorry bitch!” Torrie glanced down scornfully at her defeated foe, who was still curled up submissively in a fetal position, and suddenly lashed out with her right foot, kicking Trish squarely in her round, firm ass. “Now you see what you’re worth in the real world without a bunch of script-writers keepin’ your fake image! Women’s Champion! Right! In my book, you barely qualify as a woman alone!” the PLAYBOY cover girl said, the contempt in her voice quite obvious.

Torrie’s derisive words hurt Trish as much as the kick in the ass did, but there was not much the gorgeous Canadian could say or do about it. Not any more.

“Remember what we talked about when you came here, bitch?” Torrie asked now. “Huh? Remember the deal?”

Lost in a sea of misery Trish said nothing, prompting Torrie to stomp on her hip really hard.

“Do you remember, cunt?!” The victorious Diva yelled.

“Aah! Please stop!” Trish moaned.

“Want me to stop, then answer the fuckin’ question, skank! Do you remember our deal?” Torrie shouted angrily, stomping on Trish’s hip again.

“Aaaahh! OK! OK! I remember!” Trish whined, for she really did remember the “deal” she and Torrie had made just prior to the fight – as much as she wished she did not remember and had not made.

“Good!” Torrie said. “So do I: Loser quits the company! And you WILL quit, make no mistake about it! ‘Cause if you don’t, what happened to you now will happen again… and again… and again – every fuckin’ time I see your sorry ass!”

Trish did not need to be told this; it was crystal clear to her already. She knew Torrie well enough and was aware of the fact that behind the sugar-coated exterior and perpetual angelic smile was a real mean, nasty bitch. Now that Trish knew Torrie was actually physically capable of hurting her, she had no doubt that the latter would do just that with every opportunity she got. She simply had no choice but to leave the WWE. She had been thinking about it anyway, what had happened today just made her decision a lot easier. True, she would have preferred to stay on the show a bit longer, but she dared not run the risk of incurring the wrath the woman who had just beaten so soundly. With a mixed feeling of shock and shame, Trish suddenly realized that she was truly afraid of Torrie now.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll do it! I’ll quit!” The defeated woman blurted out hurriedly as she saw Torrie preparing for another stomp.

“Yeah, you do that, bitch!” Torrie growled, kicking her rival in the head and stunning her. “It’ll save you a lot of pain! Now it’s time for you to leave; and be thankful you’re makin’ it out of here in one piece!”

Bending down, Torrie grabbed Trish’s ankles and dragged her body over the floor. Trish moaned weakly, but was too battered and exhausted to be able to resist and could only squeal in protest as she was hauled like a sack of potatoes. Torrie ignored her completely and dragged her all the way to the front door and out of the apartment.

Looking around the living-room, Torrie picked up the other woman’s clothes and purse and, walking back to the door she took one long look at the supine Trish, sniffed disdainfully and dumped all of the Canadian beauty’s things on top of her. Except her bra. She decided to keep that. Not to wear, but merely as a trophy from the battle.

“And just so we’re clear,” Torrie said, looking at the beaten Champion’s scratched and bruised breasts and thinking that it would be quite some time before Trish would be able to wear any bra, “next time you try to mess with me, I’ll break your fuckin’ back!”

With that, the American fitness queen quickly straddled her supine foe, determined to end this with one final show of superiority that would completely humiliate the defeated Canadian babe. Taking a quick look around to make sure there was no one there getting a free peep show, Torrie leaned forward, plastered her large, glistening breasts over Trish’s face and wrapped her arms tightly around the smaller woman’s head.

Her face completely enveloped by her conqueror’s massive tits and her nose and mouth completely sealed off, Trish began struggling, but it was no use. With virtually no strength left at all, the sexy but helpless Richmond Hill native could only put up a brief token resistance and after a few feeble attempts to buck the other woman off, she soon succumbed to the lack of oxygen. Her toned, shapely body twitched and convulsed for a while, her well-muscled legs kicked weakly a few times, then she stiffened, quivered and lay still underneath Torrie, having been smothered unconscious by the Idaho beauty’s sweat-soaked breasts.

Getting up form her rival’s limp form, Torrie walked back inside the apartment, turned around at the door and looked down at the beaten woman.

“Just make sure you remember what to do, bitch!” The victorious Diva murmured to no one in particular as she slammed the door shut.

Trish did remember. Her retirement from the WWE became a fact only days later.

END

As usual, comments are welcome, and (also as usual) do keep in mind that this is only a story. None of it means anything in any way. That’s all for now; more in a couple of weeks, hopefully. Till then – take care!

The Amateur