By The Amateur

Featuring:

Cori Nadine

Born: June 11, 1969, Pasadena, California

Height: 5’7”; Weight: 135 lbs. (38-25-36)

vs.

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

Born: July 24, 1975, Boise, Idaho

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

2005 AD, somewhere in Hollywood...

The party was just beginning to gather momentum when Cori Nadine and Torrie Wilson first laid eyes on each other, and from that moment, trouble was almost bound to happen. While the two had seldom met, neither one thought much of the other, and it showed whenever and wherever they came across one another – especially in more recent times.

Sitting pretty on her WWE/PLAYBOY high horse, Torrie considered (perhaps not entirely without reason) the sexy brunette a virtual nobody, despite knowing Cori both by looks and name from the time both of them had been on the fitness circuit. For the gorgeous Diva of the Wrestling ring, Cori was simply another face in the crowd, and had that face been an unattractive one, she would have completely ignored it, just like she did all those whom she felt were standing below her on the social ladder. However, since the face was decidedly beautiful, she decided that it rated at least some attention, in the form of the standard enmity every beautiful woman the world over feels towards every other beautiful woman.

Cori, on the other hand, was well-aware of Torrie’s former fitness glory as Miss Galaxy, her current ‘Superstar’ status in the WWE, and her PLAYBOY appearances, but was not very impressed by it all. Being a former fitness model herself, she could not – or did not want to – see why the blonde was perceived as such a hot commodity in certain circles of the entertainment industry. Even tonight, an interested observer would have noticed the look that appeared in Ms. Nadine eyes every time Torrie got in her line of vision – a look which said: ‘What does the bitch have that I don’t have?’ more clearly than if the words had been tattooed across her chest, shown off by her strapless, tight-fitting, short dress.

In the early stages of the party, the two had no contact with each other, preferring to quietly detest one another from a distance, but all that changed within a couple of hours, when Torrie tried to – or so Cori chose to believe – come onto the man Cori was with. This may, or may not, have been the case (Torrie was well-known as an outrageous flirt), but it hardly mattered. The upshot of it was that Cori, whose fiery temper never took very long to flare, cornered Torrie soon afterwards and let the WWE Diva know exactly what she thought of her man-stealing ways, and of her in general, and what she, Cori Nadine, planned to do about it – all put in no uncertain terms and adorned with some of the finest choice-words the English language has to offer.

Torrie, having a rather short fuse herself, had no intention of letting anyone talk to her in that manner, and promptly informed Cori what she, Torrie Wilson, planned to do about THAT, also using a number of colorful phrases.

Moments later, the two beauties were out of the house and wandering around the premises in search of a suitable location where they could do what they both felt they had to do, and do it in private. While each one of them would have liked nothing better that to beat the stuffing out of the other and humiliate her with as many people as possible in attendance, they both knew that if they started a fight in front of the other guests, it would certainly be broken up – something neither woman wanted. So, clearly, an out-of-the-way spot was what was required; a place where they could settle the issue properly, they both agreed on that.

In true Hollywood style, the estate was a huge and lavish one, and, after waking for a while, the women came upon a guest-house, which was quite large itself, and which, given the fact that its door happened to be unlocked, looked like the perfect place. Upon entering, each woman looked around and was satisfied that it would do. There was certainly enough space for their purpose, and, more importantly, the place was sufficiently removed from the main house and with the party in full swing it was unlikely that anyone would hear anything. Unless, of course, somebody else decided to pay the guest-house a visit or come near it for whatever reason – something that both women hoped nobody would.

After pushing some furniture out of the way, the two quickly moved apart and prepared to get down to business.

Cori’s black dress was way too tight for her to be able to move as freely as she wanted, so she stripped it off, throwing it over the back of the couch. Underneath she had nothing on but a tiny black lace thong. She then kicked off her shoes, figuring that the high heels would not exactly help her balance in a fight. Torrie too stepped out of her heels and took off her dress as she did not want it to get damaged in the action. Like Cori, she was braless, wearing only a thong, except hers was purple.

The two women faced off, both knowing exactly what she had to do and neither one having a problem with it. On the contrary – they both wanted this. Having spent – and still spending – enormous amounts of time on her physical development and conditioning, each woman was immensely proud of the achieved results and relished the opportunity. To each of them this was a chance to put her finely-honed body to the test directly against another woman’s and demonstrate its true worth. Still, as much as they were rearing to go, each dying to prove her physical superiority by overwhelming her rival in combat, neither one appeared overly eager to start. This was important to both of them; definitely not something to be rushed into. While each woman had been in numerous fights over the years and won her fair share of them, they both considered this a really special “occasion”. They knew they had all night and were equally determined to do it right, so instead of just charging blindly, each woman took her time, composing herself, sizing the competition up.

Even at thirty-six, and a far cry from her muscle-peak from the late nineteen-nineties, Cori Nadine still presented a formidable sight for any opponent. Powerfully built, her muscular yet feminine, sexy body, already beginning to glisten with sweat in the hot, humid night air, looked the perfect collection of muscle and curves. Brawny but shapely limbs, combined with a solid, perfectly-rounded backside, thick, sturdy torso, broad shoulders and chest, on which the two large, silicon-augmented breasts heaved up and down with each breath – it all made for a very imposing picture.

Torrie, however, looked decidedly unimpressed with what was on display before her. Looking perfectly calm and focused, she practically ignored the other woman and now began an elaborate stretching routine, knowing fully-well the importance of her body being limber and ready to perform to its full potential. She too was some way away from her past fitness-competition-winning form, but not too far away. Her job in the WWE demanded that she kept in excellent shape, and she did. Her thirty-year-old, sun-kissed frame, albeit slightly slimmer than Cori’s, was still strong. Lithe, and with good muscle tone, it looked perfectly capable of withstanding some punishment as well as dishing out some of its own, in addition to its primary purpose of giving many a man (and woman) a lot of sleepless nights. Her arms and legs were well defined, her midriff was taut, and her abs looked absolutely rock-hard as they rippled below the two massive mounds of silicon and tit-flesh that jutted out in front of her chest – way out.

Cori too showed total indifference towards what she was confronted by. Her only reaction to her rival’s fine form was to positively sneer while Torrie stretched and bent her body in various positions seemingly effortlessly. Initially, just for a second, she considered attacking the blonde while the latter was distracted, looking for a quick kill, but then she changed her mind. She did not want any unfair advantages. She wanted to meet and beat her foe at completely level terms; to prove just how superior to the b###h she was in every way imaginable. She did, however, find what Torrie was doing to be quite sensible, and since she was in no particular hurry, having her foe right where she wanted her, she now began stretching too. She did it slowly, deliberately, twisting and flexing her powerful frame in a manner that was meant as much to get her warmed up for the fight as it was to intimidate her opponent by making her well-developed musculature even more evident.
Without so much as looking at the other woman, Torrie now got down to the floor and continued the routine she had done countless times before a performance in the WWE.

Cori just smiled and continued what she was doing, correctly interpreting what was happening as being a war of nerves as much as it was a warm-up. She smiled again. She had been there before, many times, and now the little bitch’s attempts at psyching her out amused her more than they did anything else. At the same time she never gave up the thought of making an impression on her opponent herself, and kept putting as much flex into her stretching as she could, even though it did not seem to have any effect on Torrie.

On and on it went, with neither woman willing to concede a point by being the first one to lose her patience, each preferring to sit and wait her opponent out.

Still, it was quite clear that this could – and would – not continue indefinitely, and after nearly five minutes of stretching and twisting, Torrie seemed to have decided that she was ready as she slowly rose up on her feet and looked directly at her foe. Cori instantly moved forward to meet the blonde and now the two stood face to face, both looking grim and determined.

None of them had uttered a sound ever since leaving the party, and they still would not, but where words were lacking, their body language spoke volumes. The atmosphere in the room had become positively laden with electricity as the two sexy women confronted each other, ready to fight until one of them was finished. Cold brown eyes stared challengingly into green ones, which in turn stared right back, hard and unblinking. Two large, heaving breasts were thrust out on either side in a silent dare, the two pairs of stiff, fully erect nipples pointing directly at one another. Full red lips parted slightly to reveal gritted white teeth. Just moments ago, both women had looked perfectly calm. Now that was all gone. Sensing the imminent violence in the air, the two bodies were reacting instinctively. Glistening chests rose and fell more rapidly as breathing became quicker and deeper to accommodate the increased demand for oxygen. Hearts beat faster. Mouths ran dry. Adrenaline levels went off the chart. At this point the tension between the two was absolutely unbearable, and for one brief moment, unbeknownst to the other, each woman had the sudden impulse to break off eye contact and actually run away. Neither of them did it. They could not. They needed to settle this – once and for all. They had gone too far now; there was no turning back for either one. And since there was no turning back, the only other way out was forward – right where the other woman was standing.

As if by a given signal, they both sprang forward at the same time and latched on to each other’s hair, pulling with all their might and cursing and screaming as they staggered around the room shaking each other’s heads to and fro and trying to trip one another. After a few seconds of struggling, Torrie removed her right hand from the other woman’s hair and delivered a solid, loud slap to Cori’s face. The brunette groaned and quickly drove her right fist into Torrie’s flat, firm belly, while still holding on to the blonde’s hair with her left hand. Torrie grunted and bent slightly forward, but she also held on to her rival’s hair with her left hand and now used her right to slap Cori in the face again. Cori instantly retaliated with a knee to the stomach, doubling the WWE Diva over. The brunette then tried to knee Torrie in the face, but the blonde PLAYBOY cover girl quickly moved forward and grabbed Cori’s raised leg, getting both arms around the thigh and pulling upwards. Cori could not keep her balance and crashed to the floor, but she sill had a grip on Torrie’s hair and dragged the blonde down with her.

Reacting quickly, Torrie managed to push Cori onto her back and straddle her, but the powerful brunette pulled her sideways by the hair and toppled her over. Torrie responded by re-establishing her two-handed grip on her opponent’s hair and the two sexy combatants rolled back and forth for a while, groaning and grunting with the strain as each tried to pin the other underneath.

It was Cori who finally succeeded in getting on top of her foe and holding her down long enough to be able to straddle her. Torrie, however, was not about to be defeated that easily and bucked and twisted with all her might, eventually managing to throw the brunette off.

The women got to their feet and faced each other, breathing heavily. Oddly enough, most of the pre-fight tension seemed to have gone now. With the nerve-racking wait over and the action finally under way, both women appeared a lot more composed. Each one having gotten her first feel of the other, there were no more unknown factors for either of them to be worried about. Now each sexy combatant believed she knew exactly what she was up against, and each one seemed content with what she knew.

Beginning to move slowly to the left to circle her opponent, Cori smiled wolfishly, staring deep into Torrie’s eyes. The gorgeous brunette felt great. It was just as she had figured. The little bitch had nothing. She smiled again, her sculpted body moving with effortless grace, muscles rippling under the tanned, glistening skin as she continued to circle her opponent. It was only a matter of time now…

Holding the other woman’s gaze steadily, Torrie smiled right back, standing her ground, just turning slowly on the spot to keep facing her foe. She too was pleased to have discovered that her expectations had been met in full. That oversized chunk of meat was certainly strong, but not THAT strong. Apparently, she knew nothing about fighting either. The lovely blonde’s green eyes sparkled excitedly as she looked the other woman over from head to toe. She was definitely going to enjoy draining every last ounce of strength from that big, muscular body on her way to conquering it.

Cori was the first to attack by rushing forward and trying to grab her rival’s hair, but received a kick to the stomach and stepped back with a groan. She was not deterred though, and again tried to get hold of Torrie, only to stagger back with a cry of pain as the blonde’s right fist smashed into her face – just under the left eye.

Instead of going after her reeling foe, Torrie just stood her ground with a determined look on her face that clearly said: “If you want me, come and get me!”. It was obvious that the gorgeous Wrestling Diva had decided to utilize the superior reach that her two-inch height advantage over Cori gave her and strike from a distance, instead of closing in and grappling with the powerfully-built, muscular brunette.

Cori on the other hand was equally determined to get hold of her rival and take the fight down to the floor, where she believed she would be able to overcome the blonde easily, and now she charged Torrie again, bending almost double as she came closer. Torrie tried to kick her in the face, but missed and before she could do anything else, Cori’s left shoulder crashed into her midriff with the brunette’s full weight behind it. Cori instantly wrapped her arms around Torrie’s thighs and, continuing her forward momentum toppled the tall blonde over, landing on top of her.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Cori said, straddling the SMACKDOWN! Diva and delivering a hard punch to her face. “Like that, cunt?” she asked as Torrie cried out and squirmed underneath her. “Want more?”

Just as Cori drew her right arm back, preparing to unleash another punch to her pinned rival’s face, Torrie reached up with both hands and grabbed the brunette’s bare breasts, squeezing and pulling and twisting with all her strength. Cori screeched at the top of her lungs and, twisting her upper body back and forth, she got hold of Torrie’s wrists trying to push the blonde’s hands away, but was not successful. The California native’s large breasts provided for an excellent handhold and Torrie continued to squeeze them as hard as she could, snarling and growling angrily, her fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh twisting and stretching it like putty, her sharp fingernails slashing at the smooth, soft skin.

Screaming ever louder, her attractive face twisted in both pain and hatred, Cori began hammering at the blonde’s head with both fists. Torrie groaned under the barrage of punches, but still held on to her rival’s tits and gave them one mighty tug sideways, finally succeeding in forcing Cori off of her.

Now Torrie got up on her knees and tried to straddle her opponent, but Cori quickly picked up her legs and managed to kick the blonde away, sending her sprawling. Almost in the same instant the brunette rose up and pounced on her prostrate foe, grabbing Torrie’s hair with both hands and slamming her head against the floor. Torrie moaned in pain and immediately retaliated by reaching up with her right hand and clawing the other woman’s face. Cori shrieked and jerked back, rolling away from the blonde and getting up.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Cori snarled hatefully, getting her hands under her breasts and lifting them to inspect the scratches that Torrie’s claws had left. “I’ll rip your fuckin’ face off for that!”

“Shut up, you stupid cunt!” Torrie snapped as she climbed to her feet and faced her rival, her green eyes glittering murderously. “I haven’t even started on you yet!”

“Oh you haven’t, have you?” the brunette growled. “Here, maybe THIS will get you goin’!” and she sprang forward, her right arm swinging in a huge haymaker.

Torrie easily ducked under the punch and then came up with a powerful uppercut which probably would have knocked Cori’s head off had it connected. Fortunately for the brunette, Torrie – having never been too adroit a fist-fighter to begin with – had chosen to simply swing as hard as she could, sacrificing accuracy for power, and her fist merely brushed Cori’s chin without doing any harm to the sexy California native, who now saw her opening and quickly wrapped her arms around the blonde, taking her down.

Clinging to one another, the women rolled over a few times, screaming and cursing at each other, until Torrie somehow managed to pin her opponent underneath. Breathing heavily, the sexy blonde tried to slide her body up and get her naked breasts over Cori’s face for a smother, but the brunette quickly grabbed the back of Torrie’s thong with her right hand and yanked upwards. Torrie squealed as she felt the thinly stretched lace cutting into her tender crotch, and grabbed Cori’s right wrist with her left hand. The brunette was unperturbed though, and continued giving the WWE Diva a painful and embarrassing “wedgie”.

Still screaming, Torrie rolled off of her foe and tried to get away from her. Cori, however, held on to the Idaho beauty’s thong and continued to pull with all her strength, until, finally, the overtaxed fabric just ripped apart and Torrie was able to get to her feet, leaving her destroyed underwear in the brunette’s hand.

The now completely naked blonde snarled angrily and kicked Cori in the head just as the latter was trying to get up. Cori groaned and fell back down to the floor and was promptly stomped on by the enraged Wrestling Diva. Torrie tried to kick her writhing foe again, using her right foot, but Cori quickly shot out both hands and grabbed the blonde’s left ankle, yanking hard. With her other leg already up in the air, the former Miss Galaxy could only utter a short, panicky squeal, before she crashed heavily to the ground.

Cori now rose up on her knees and pounced on the blonde before the latter could roll out of the way. Torrie still managed to pick her legs up and tried to kick Cori away, but could not. Landing on top of her foe, Cori wrapped her right arm around Torrie’s neck and clasped her hands together, tightening the headlock as much as she could.

Lying on her right side with the other woman who was lying practically on top of her, Torrie groaned and squirmed, but could not free herself. Her twisted and cramped position underneath Cori did not allow her to maneuver her body into an effective attacking position, and she was now at a distinct disadvantage against her powerful opponent, whose muscular arm crushed her head and neck brutally. The only good news for Torrie was that she had managed to scissor Cori’s left leg between her own legs, thus preventing the brunette from rising up and straddling her.

Cori did not mind not being able to straddle Torrie. She did not need to. Not yet. She had her rival right where she wanted her: up close and personal, and was perfectly happy to just hold Torrie captive and hurt her in the process, feeling supremely confident, knowing that her strength would eventually prove too much for the blonde.

“Had enough, bitch?” Cori asked through clenched teeth as Torrie stopped struggling for a moment and lay motionless trying to catch her breath.

The blonde immediately renewed her efforts to somehow wriggle free of the tight hold. Twisting and jerking around with loud groans of both effort and pain, she latched onto Cori’s long, dark tresses with both hands and began pulling as hard as she could. Cori cried out as her neck was twisted painfully backwards, but did not let go, and even tightened the headlock further still, grunting with the effort, the sweat beading up on her bronzed skin beneath which the powerful muscles rippled and flexed, straining mightily, punishing the trapped blonde.

“OOOOWWW, MY NECK! LET GO, YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!” A frantically writhing Torrie yelled, pulling the other woman’s hair harder than ever, and achieving nothing.

“Say it, loser! I wanna hear you say it!” Cori commanded, breathing heavily as she put as much pressure as she could on her rival’s neck and head, doing her best to crush Torrie into submission. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you admit I’m the better woman!”

“Fuck you, cunt!” Torrie shouted and, suddenly figuring out that what had worked for her opponent might just as well work for her, she reached down wit her left hand and yanked the back of Cori’s black thong with all her might while still pulling the brunette’s hair with her right hand.

Cori clearly did not enjoy being force-fed a portion of her own cooking, and let out a loud scream as her underwear began to disappear between her labia, sawing and chafing the delicate flesh. Still, despite the obvious discomfort she was in, the California beauty did not relinquish her hold and continued to clamp down hard on her rival’s neck fighting the pain all the way, not giving in to it. Torrie was hurting even worse than her foe – her neck and head were being virtually crushed by Cori’s brawny arm – but she too bore the pain and kept on pulling the brunette’s thong up between Cori’s legs until the tiny lacy undergarment finally snapped, giving Cori some much needed respite.

But if Cori thought that the permanent end of her underwear meant a permanent end to the pain, she was sadly mistaken as Torrie suddenly decided to use her sharp fingernails on the brunette’s exposed sex with devastating effect.

Letting out a piercing shriek, Cori released her headlock and rolled away from her opponent, her hands covering her maltreated womanhood. She tried to get up, but Torrie was already on her knees and now dived on top of her forcing her down to the floor again.

The naked former fitness models began rolling around, clinging tightly onto one another, each woman striving to pin her rival and neither being able to do it. They appeared to be quite evenly matched as they continued to strain – each of them managing to get on top only to find herself underneath her opponent the very next moment and having to use all of her strength to once again reverse the situation and obtain the position on top.

Suddenly, just when it was beginning to look like they could keep on doing this forever, Cori’s grunts of effort turned to high-pitched cries of pain as Torrie sank her teeth into the side of the brunette’s neck.

Since she was, at that moment, lying on top of her foe, Torrie decided to use the opportunity to straddle the distracted and hurt California native writhing in agony beneath her, but Cori would have none of it. As soon as the Torrie released her bite and tried to raise her body, the brunette wrapped her strong arms around the blonde’s torso and pulled her down, biting hard on her left breast.

Torrie screeched and squirmed and twisted on top of the other woman and eventually managed to pull away after viciously clawing at the right side of Cori’s face. Rolling to one side she rose up and threw herself on top of the brunette with an angry snarl.

Moving with lightning speed, Cori twisted along the floor, and, still lying on her back, she managed to pick up her legs and place both feet right on Torrie’s chest just as the blonde was coming down . Then she pushed with her legs.

Torrie literally flew backwards through the air and crashed to the floor with heavy thud. She was not badly hurt though, and quickly sprang to her feet, just about at the exact same moment that Cori stood up.

Wasting little time, both women rushed forward, each trying to get hold of the other’s hair. Their outstretched hands met in mid air and locked together, their fingers interlacing tightly, and the test of strength was on. Groaning and grunting, they really went for it, each one using every ounce of strength she had in an effort to bend her rival’s wrists.

Initially, neither woman was able to gain the upper hand. They just stood there, straining to their limits, each beauty determined to show her superiority over the other. As they vied for supremacy, their bodies came closer and closer until their chests were pressing together and they just leaned against each other and continued their efforts. Muscles rippled underneath smooth, sweaty skin, arms trembled with the tension as they both gave it their all, but still they remained deadlocked, neither combatant appearing capable of overpowering the other.

As they struggled mightily against each other, their large, firm breasts mashed together hard, engaged in a battle of their own. It did not take long. Not only were Torrie’s breasts somewhat larger than her rival’s – they also apparently had an edge in firmness of both flesh and implants over the brunette’s. Soon, Cori was groaning in frustration and discomfort as her massive boobs were overwhelmed and pushed back against her ribcage, where they began to mushroom out around Torrie’s younger, firmer tits. The women’s erect nipples found each other but only moments later the brunette was wishing that they had not as her stiff, dark nipples proved to be totally helpless against Torrie’s pink, rock-hard nips, which quickly drilled into them, bent them and forced them backwards, burying them deep into the areolae.

Cori’s humiliation of having her proud tits bested by another pair knew no boundaries, but if the brunette had thought that things could not get worse, she was sadly mistaken as now slowly, almost imperceptibly, her wrists began to give way. Groaning in both effort and despair, Cori tried to rally, but it was no good. Torrie could sense that she was winning and that seemed to give her additional strength as she now intensified her own efforts, bending her rival’s wrists even further back.

“That all you got, tough girl?” Torrie said, her voice tight with the strain as she leaned forward, pushing her chest against Cori’s, using her height advantage to get better leverage and gain some more ground over the brunette.

Cori began to go down. Her wrists were now pushed back almost to a breaking point and she had to lean backwards in order to try and relieve some of the pressure, which allowed the taller Torrie to get practically on top of her and put most of her weight behind her effort, and that not only caused Cori’s arms and shoulders to give under the strain, but ultimately led to the brunette’s knees sagging.

Cori was in shock. She could not believe this was happening. “There’s no way you’re stronger, you dam’ Barbie clone” she thought as she desperately struggled to regain the lost ground “No fuckin’ way!”

But way or no way, fucking or otherwise, the fact remained that the powerfully-built brunette was now almost down on her knees in front of her blonde rival, whose own taut, toned frame was proving to be superior, at least in some areas.

“Give it up, grandma!” Torrie growled triumphantly, her green eyes glittering with malicious glee. “You’re way too old and way too weak! It’s all over for you; you might as well face it!”

Finally realizing that she was going to lose the test of strength, the strong, sexy California native now tried to pull her hands out of the blonde’s, but Torrie held fast and now began to smile as she put more and more pressure on her rival’s wrists, threatening to break them.

“I told you to give it up, bitch!” The blonde growled and suddenly began to twist Cori’s wrists sideways as well as backwards drawing a long, loud moan from the suffering brunette.

With one knee now touching the floor and the other soon to follow, Cori knew that she had to do something before her opponent had managed to force her all the way down and get on top of her. In desperation, she suddenly flung her body backwards, trying to get as much space between herself and her rival, and at the same time she placed her right foot on Torrie’s belly in an attempt to flip the blonde over her head.

In a way, the move did help Cori. It helped her realize that what one sees in the movies does not necessarily work in real life. Not always, anyway, and certainly not for everyone.

In her eagerness to catch her foe by surprise, the brunette had misjudged and had placed her foot closer to the side than the middle of Torrie’s body. As Cori fell backwards and Torrie’s weight came down on her leg, her foot slipped sideways along the rock-hard, sweat-coated abdomen of the former Miss Galaxy, and the fact that the blonde twisted her body to the side at the exact same moment did not do Cori’s cause any good. The brunette landed on her back with Torrie splashing down on top of her with all her weight.

While neither woman had expected this to happen, Torrie was the quickest to react by raising her body and straddling her foe. Their fingers were still locked together and now the blonde leaned forward and pinned Cori’s arms to the floor above her head.

“NO!” Cori yelled, bucking and twisting in an effort to throw Torrie off.

The SMACKDOWN! Diva remained firmly seated on top of her rival, keeping Cori securely pinned and just waiting for the struggling brunette to tire herself out.

“Get offa me, you little bitch!” Cori screamed and began trying to knee the blonde in the back.

The knees did not hurt Torrie too much, as none of them could really connect properly, but they certainly angered her and she unloaded with a barrage of blows to the other woman’s head. This however, meant that the brunette’s hands were now free and Cori suddenly reached up and latched on to Torrie’s naked, swinging breasts, squeezing and twisting. Torrie screeched and drove all ten fingernails in her rival’s face forcing a loud shriek from the brunette. Cori let go of her opponent’s breasts and grabbed her wrists in an attempt to push the clawing hands away. Torrie instantly rolled off her foe and the two got to their feet and backed away from each other, panting and sweating.

“What’s the matter, bitch?” Torrie asked after a few seconds of tense waiting on both sides. ”You all finished already? Too bad; I was just gettin’ warmed up!” The former Miss Galaxy’s rapid, heavy breathing and the sweat pouring out of her testified to the contrary, but she just could not resist taunting the other woman in the hope of goading her into making a mistake. “Wanna quit now and admit that I’m better, or do you want me to kick your ass some more? I’m warnin’ you: It’ll hurt!”

“Shut your mouth, you bleached nitwit!” Cori snapped. “I’m way too much woman for you to hurt and you’d know that if you weren’t so fuckin’ dumb! You can never...”

Torrie sprang forward and slammed into the brunette, taking her down. Lying on her back underneath her opponent, Cori quickly picked up her legs and wrapped them around the WWE Diva’s waist and then suddenly screamed as Torrie tried to bite her on the left side of the face. Grabbing Torrie’s hair with both hands, the brunette pulled the blonde’s head back, but then screamed again when the Idaho beauty clawed at her face. Torrie twisted back and forth in an attempt to wriggle out of her rival’s body scissors. Finding the task it impossible, she suddenly grasped Cori’s throat and started squeezing, digging her thumbs into the windpipe, choking the California native.

As Torrie’s strong hands gripped her throat, Cori made a small gurgling sound and her eyes bulged, almost coming out of their sockets. Her face turning red from the lack of air, the sexy brunette thrashed beneath her rival in a titanic effort to free herself. She got hold of Torrie’s wrists and tried to detach the blonde’s hands from her throat, but the Wrestling Diva had a grip like steel and continued to squeeze mercilessly. Suddenly finding herself free of her foe’s scissors, Torrie quickly rose up and straddled the bucking brunette, pinning her down. Cori drove her fists in Torrie’s face a few times, but her position underneath the blonde did not allow for much free movements and her blows lacked any power.

“Too much woman, huh?” Torrie growled as she tightened her grip on her suffering foe’s throat even more, as if trying to crush it in her hands. “I’ll show you what a real woman is, you ancient slut!”

Baring her teeth in a vicious grimace, Torrie pulled the other woman towards her and then slammed the back of her head against the floor while still choking her. Then she did it again.

Her face purple, her tongue sticking out of her mouth, Cori struggled desperately, arching her back and flinging her shapely, muscular limbs around, but to no avail. It was not until she was on the verge of passing out that she did what she should have tried to do in the first place – claw at Torrie’s face, going for the eyes.

Torrie screeched and involuntarily jerked back, loosening her grip on Cori’s throat for a moment. The powerful brunette instantly heaved upward with all her might and succeeded in toppling the PLAYBOY cover girl off of her.

As Cori lay on her back gasping and coughing and massaging her throat, Torrie sprang to her feet and kicked the brunette in the head, drawing a loud scream out of her.

“Had enough? Huh?” the WWE Diva yelled as she stomped on her supine rival’s belly.

Cori groaned and curled up on her right side. Torrie snarled and tried to stomp on her again, this time aiming for the head. The brunette suddenly shot out both hands and grabbed the Idaho beauty’s foot in mid air twisting it sharply to one side. Torrie screamed and crashed down to the floor tugging her trapped limb furiously. She managed to pull her foot free from the other woman’s hands, but before she could do anything else Cori rose up on her knees and pounced on her with an angry snarl.

Growling and grunting and screaming, the two sexy, naked women rolled around in a sweaty heap of hopelessly tangled arms and legs as they pulled hair and bit and clawed, each trying to pin her opponent and hurt her as much as possible in the process.

This went on for quite some time with neither woman able to stay on top of the other for more than a second or two, until finally, a thoroughly frustrated Cori reached down with her right hand and began clawing at her opponent’s exposed sex from behind.

Torrie, who at that moment happened to be lying on top of the brunette, let out a piercing shriek and her body arched back convulsively. Cori instantly seized the opportunity and bit down hard on Torrie’s left breast, at the same time wrapping her arms around the blonde’s torso and rolling her over onto her back. Screeching, Torrie grabbed her opponent’s hair and began yanking with all her strength trying to pull the brunette’s head back, but Cori resisted and continued biting the Idaho beauty’s breast, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh as she growled and shook her head from side to side like an angry dog.

“AAAAAAARGGGHHHHH!! LET GO, YOU GODDAM’...” Torrie shrilled, writhing frantically underneath the other woman.

The brunette did indeed release her bite, but only after Torrie had jammed a thumb in her right eye. Pulling away from the blonde, she got to her feet and backed away, rubbing her watering eye and cursing steadily.

Torrie slowly got up clutching at her hurt breast and moaning.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” the blonde said in a quivering voice after inspecting her breast and finding the teeth marks on the inside.

Fortunately for Torrie, Cori’s teeth had not broken the skin, but the bite still hurt pretty bad and was more than enough to cause tears to well up in Torrie’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Cori asked with a nasty little smile, “What happened to all that “real woman” stuff? Pain too much for the little baby-girl, is it?”

Screaming with rage, Torrie charged forward, hands reaching for the other woman’s throat. Cori swiftly stepped to one side and shoved the blonde with both hands, just as the latter was going past her taken by her own momentum. Torrie could not keep her balance and sprawled on the floor, face first. The brunette instantly leapt onto her prone foe straddling her waist and pinning her down.

“Fuckin’ little cunt!” the sexy California woman panted and delivered a series of heavy punches to the head and neck of her trapped Idaho rival, who could only moan and squirm helplessly beneath her.

Hurt and somewhat dazed by the blows, Torrie struggled desperately to escape, writhing and twisting and even trying to kick the other woman in the back with her heels, but it was no good. Cori ignored the blonde’s struggles and kept on punching with both hands, emitting loud grunts of effort with each blow, her teeth bared in a vicious snarl, her strong arms swinging back and forth, the sudden movements causing her large, sweat-covered breast to constantly bounce and jiggle as her fists repeatedly crashed into the sides of the Wrestling Diva’s head and neck despite Torrie’s attempts to cover up with her arms.

Punching someone’s skull is never likely to do one’s knuckles any good, and having found that out the hard way, Cori now grabbed her foe’s hair with both hands and began pulling with all her strength, twisting Torrie’s neck backwards. Torrie groaned and got hold of the brunette’s wrists to try and relieve some of the pressure, but there was nothing she could do from the position she was in and her neck continued to be wrenched backwards until she felt like it was going to break. Not completely satisfied with the situation, Cori suddenly slipped her hands under her rival’s chin and, lacing her fingers together, she began pulling even harder, lifting most of Torrie’s upper body of the floor.

Torrie let out a long, loud groan and placed her palms on the floor to support herself so that her neck would not have to take the entire weight of her torso. Gagging and gasping, her face beet-red and her eyes shut tightly in agony, she tried to struggle, but she was well and truly trapped and could only twist her body weakly from side to side without achieving anything other than making her massive, glistening tits swing to and fro as they hung inches above the floor.

“Ready to beg, bitch?” Cori asked, breathing heavily through clenched teeth as she maintained her chin lock.

“Fuck...you!” Torrie croaked, her body quivering, stretched to its limits.

“Give, you little slut, or I’ll snap you like a fuckin’ twig!” Cori growled putting even more effort into her hold, the muscles in her powerful, braced arms standing out like steel cables. “I mean it, cunt, you know I can do it! I’m tired of playing games with you! You can give up now and admit I’m the better woman, or you can end up in a wheel-chair and STILL have to admit I’m the better woman! What’s it gonna be, Blondie? Either way, you’re through!”

Torrie stubbornly refused to believe this, and continued to struggle in her foe’s devastating grip, squirming and jerking around, her strong, glistening legs pumping furiously in and out, bare feet plowing the floor in vain search of any purchase. Angered by her opponent’s continuing show of resistance, Cori now decided to bring forth an additional argument, with which she hoped to persuade Torrie to see things her way. Still maintaining her grip on her rival’s chin with her right hand, the brunette now reached down with her left hand and snatched one vulnerably dangling breast, squeezing and twisting the large, sweat-soaked orb for all she was worth.

Torrie screeched in agony and desperately reached up and back with her right hand. She managed to grab a few of her rival’s long, dark locks and began pulling as hard as she could, while twisting and kicking wildly. Cori was not expecting this and before she could react, she found herself leaning forward and sideways and eventually toppling over to the right. Torrie held on to her opponent’s hair and now rose up on her knees and tried to get on top of the brunette. Cori quickly rolled over onto her back, and lashed out blindly with her right hand, catching Torrie flush on the chin. The blow was not a very hard one, but it caught the blonde by surprise and forced her to let go of Cori’s hair and draw back with a groan.

Rising up on her knees, Cori threw herself forward and collided with her opponent taking her down to the floor. They rolled back and forth a few times, wrestling fiercely, each woman giving it her all. Groans and grunts filled the air as the two powerful, glistening, naked bodies heaved mightily, writhing and twisting around, locked in furious struggle for supremacy. When they finally came to a halt, Torrie was flat on her back with Cori right next to her, the brunette lying on her right side. Cori’s legs were scissoring her rival’s waist, while her left arm was wrapped around Torrie’s throat in a choke hold, her right hand gripping her left wrist, tightening the hold as much as she could.

Her midsection being compressed between Cori’s powerful legs and her throat being crushed by the brunette’s arm with no air coming into her lungs, Torrie knew she was in serious trouble and struggled desperately to free herself. Squirming and writhing, her mouth gaping and her eyes bulging, the trapped blonde spared no effort to break loose, knowing that she had only a few seconds before she passed out from the lack of air.

But, no matter how much Torrie kicked and bucked, Cori clung on and continued to choke the gorgeous blonde wrestler. Realizing fully well that if she managed to maintain her hold for just a little longer she would win the battle, the sexy brunette squeezed her victim with all her might, her face tense and reddened with exertion, her breath hissing rapidly between her bared teeth as years of long, intensive workouts were now coming to the fore, allowing her muscular arms and legs to virtually squeeze the life out of her the Idaho woman’s strong but hopelessly ensnared body.

Torrie’s face had turned purple by the time the writhing WWE Diva finally abandoned any hope of prizing Cori’s arm loose from around her throat by pulling on it and reached behind and under the brunette with her right hand, her sharp fingernails ripping and tearing at Cori’s labia.

Cori screeched and instantly released her both of her holds, the sudden searing pain in that most delicate of areas causing her to forget everything else and focus entirely on getting the blonde’s clawing hand away from her sex. She grabbed Torrie’s right wrist with both hands and pulled her hand back, at the same time rolling over and getting up on her knees.

“You little bitch!” Cori yelled with tears in her eyes and flung herself on top of her prone foe at the exact same moment that Torrie pushed herself up from the floor trying to get to her feet.

It was pure chance, but just as Torrie was coming up, the top of her head struck the oncoming Cori right on the chin, temporarily stunning the brunette and sending her crashing to the floor with a low moan.

The dazed Cori slowly rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself up on her hands and knees in an attempt to stand up. Letting out a short, angry scream, Torrie pounced on her foe from behind and took her down, at the same time getting her arms under Cori’s and lacing the fingers of both hands on the back of the brunette’s head trapping her in a full nelson. Before Cori could react, the WWE Diva rolled over onto her back pulling the other woman on top of her and quickly wrapped her legs around the brunette’s waist, locking her ankles and squeezing as hard as she could.
Lying on her back on top of the blonde and trapped in the full nelson/body scissors combination, Cori was really hurting and struggled frantically, twisting and kicking like crazy, groaning and grunting in pain and effort, her body heaving and contorting in all directions, her full, naked tits bouncing and jiggling each time she moved.

“Give it up, slut... I got you!” Torrie said tensely, pushing her rival’s head down towards Cori’s chest with all her strength while squeezing the brunette’s midsection between her strong legs.

Instead of giving up, Cori redoubled her effort determined to free herself. Screaming at the top of her lungs with rage, her normally attractive face now a reddened, sweaty mask of hatred and exertion, her eyes wild, she seemed completely demented as she thrashed and bucked violently in a titanic effort to break her opponent’s double hold.

But, just like the brunette, Torrie was a strong and determined woman, and she hung on, maintaining both holds and putting as much pressure on Cori’s waist and neck as she could.

During the next few seconds, the two former fitness models writhed and squirmed on the floor, one of them clinging as tightly as she could to the other, who in turn was doing her best to get away. Screams, groans and gasps rent the air as the women’s hard, sexy, naked bodies jerked and twisted back and forth rubbing against each other, straining to their limits, toned muscles rippling beneath tanned, sweat-covered skin.

Suddenly, Cori stopped struggling and just lay on top of the blonde gasping for air, still wrapped up tightly in the blonde’s clutches. But if Torrie thought that the brunette was giving up, she was very much mistaken. Pausing for a few seconds to try and catch her breath, Cori now renewed her endeavors, and, with one truly monumental effort that taxed her powerful body in a way it had never been taxed before, she managed to bring her arms down separating Torrie’s hands and breaking the nelson.

“Fuck!” Torrie squealed and quickly tried to wrap her arms around her rival’s throat, but Cori instantly brought her head down and sank her teeth in the blonde’s left forearm.

Torrie screeched and used her right hand to claw at Cori’s face searching for the eyes. The brunette screamed in pain and suddenly jerked her head back, striking Torrie in the face. Torrie let out a loud groan and her legs around the other woman’s waist loosened a little. Writhing and bucking wildly, Cori finally succeeded in wriggling out of the blonde’s body scissors and, elbowing Torrie on the side of the head, she pulled away from her and got up on her knees. She then quickly spun around and tried to grab the Wrestling Diva by the throat, but Torrie had enough presence of mind to pick up her legs and kick her foe away.

The women scrambled to their feet and stood face to face, shaking and struggling to catch their breath.

Torrie was seriously worried now. She simply could not believe that the other woman had managed to break both of her holds. Winning the test of strength earlier in the fight had convinced the blonde that she was stronger than Cori and now she was shocked by the unexpected burst of sheer raw power from the brunette. The intensity and ferocity of Cori’s effort had really frightened Torrie and seeing the feral look in the other woman’s narrowed, glittering eyes and the expression of pure hatred on the exotic, sensuous face, the WWE Diva swallowed nervously, no longer sure if she could handle the wild cat that stood in front of her ready to pounce at any moment and looking literally fit to kill.

But Torrie was given little time to think about what she could and could not do as Cori now rushed forward with an angry scream, eyes blazing and hands reaching. Realizing that she did not have enough time to get out of the way, Torrie reacted almost instinctively and simply threw herself down to the floor, right at the other woman’s feet, at the same time turning her body sideways. Cori’s shins struck the side of Torrie’s torso and the charging brunette flew forward and upwards like a salmon jumping upstream. The only difference was that when salmon jump up they usually come back down into water. Or into a bear’s mouth. No such luck for Cori. The big brunette crashed heavily to the floor, tits first, the impact causing the windows to rattle. Within an instant, Torrie rose up on her knees and leaped onto her foe.

But although winded and somewhat dazed, Cori had no intentions of simply lying there and let herself be conquered. Just as Torrie was coming down on her, the brunette heaved upwards mightily, throwing the blonde off, and then pounced like a tigress.

The two former fitness models rolled around, screaming, gasping and grunting, their strong, sexy bodies straining to their limits as they vied for supremacy, toned muscles flexing and rippling. Clinging to each other they thrashed and heaved mightily, each doing everything she could to gain the upper hand. Time and again, they rolled over each other, trading the top position as they slapped punched, pinched, clawed and squeezed in attempts to secure it. At this point they were both tired and hurting from the lengthy, grueling battle, but still neither of them was willing to quit. Defeat was simply not an option for either woman and they just kept on fighting, giving it their all, each fitness beauty determined to conquer the other and prove she is stronger and better. Neither was able to gain an advantage until the moment Torrie sank her teeth into the side of Cori’s neck. Cori screamed, grabbed the blonde’s hair and started tugging with all her might in an attempt to force Torrie’s teeth away from her neck. With her foe preoccupied, Torrie decided that it was time for her carefully planned strike to be launched and she now reached down with her right hand, stabbing three fingers deep into Cori’s sex and repeatedly raking the delicate flesh with her sharp claws. Screeching at the top of her lungs, Cori jerked and twisted, all thoughts of attack or defense completely forgotten as she grabbed hold of Torrie’s right wrist, the only thing on her mind being the forcing of those horrible invading fingers out of her vulnerable womanhood. With her strength enhanced by both desperation and pain, she succeeded in doing this, but just as she was pushing Torrie’s right hand away from her sex, the blonde attacked.

Forcing Cori onto her back, Torrie now threw herself on top of the brunette, flattening her down. Before Cori could react, the Idaho woman dropped her massive, sweat-soaked breasts onto the brunette’s face and wrapped her arms tightly around her head keeping it in place.

“Say goodnight, bitch!” Torrie growled, adding the finishing touches to the breast-smother by wiggling her torso slightly, to get her breasts into the perfect position.

Suddenly finding herself flat on her back and unable to breathe, Cori began to struggle for air, but it was useless. The huge breasts which practically engulfed her entire face were completely sealing her breathing passages off, and the other woman’s strong arms made sure she could not move her head in any direction. Panicking, the powerfully-built brunette began bucking and twisting wildly and hammering at the other woman’s back and sides with her fists. It did her no good. Torrie was a master of the breast-smother and continued to cling onto her struggling foe, flattening her down and suffocating her mercilessly. Many a foe on both the fitness circuit and in the WWE had succumbed to those two massive mounds of tit-flesh and silicon, and the sexy Idaho native was determined to add Cori Nadine’s name to the list.

But Cori was no ordinary foe. The strong, tough California babe had no intention of allowing herself to be defeated by some blonde bitch’s overstuffed juggs and continued to struggle with all her might, kicking and thrashing madly beneath Torrie while pulling the latter’s hair with all her strength in attempts to force her off.

Still, Torrie hung on. Breathing heavily, her glistening torso expanding and contracting rapidly, the gorgeous blonde just lay on top of the other woman, mashing her breasts into Cori’s face, depriving her of air. She could sense that she was just moments away from winning, and this caused her to intensify her efforts, really squeezing with her arms now, grunting with effort as she pulled Cori’s beautiful face harder and harder against her sweaty chest.

Lacking oxygen, Cori’s powerful body was beginning to shut down. She still struggled, but her movements were becoming much feebler and less coordinated by the second. Her feet pushed weakly at the floor as she kept on trying to bridge up and throw the other woman off without success. She was no longer pounding Torrie’s back with her fists, but was merely slapping softly at it with no effect whatsoever.

“You’re finished, you fuckin’ bitch!” Torrie panted out, feeling Cori’s movements dying down little by little.

Then suddenly, she began screaming, her attractive face turning into a mask of agony as in a last ditch effort to free herself, Cori, borrowing a leaf out of Torrie’s book, reached down with her right hand and dug her nails in the blonde’s sex from behind. Unable to take the searing pain in her nether regions, a screeching Torrie rolled off of her foe, finally allowing Cori to draw precious air into her aching lungs. Almost immediately, Cori tried to get up, but was not allowed to.

Knowing fully well that she held the advantage, Torrie, despite the pain she was feeling, instantly attacked again, determined not to allow the brunette any time to recover. She realized that this was her chance to finish her weakened foe and was not about to waste it. Jumping on Cori, she wrestled the brunette down to the floor, clamping a tight body scissors on her. Before Cori could react, Torrie quickly wrapped her up in a full nelson as well, making sure there would be no further pussy clawing.

Groaning, Cori began to struggle, but soon saw that breaking Torrie’s nelson would prove a lot more difficult than the previous time she had done it. Worn out by the long struggle and especially by the prolonged lack of air, she felt her energy severely depleted and found it impossible to escape Torrie’s grip despite all her efforts. Although tired herself, Torrie was in better shape than her flagging opponent and the blonde meant to capitalize on the fact. Rolling onto her back and dragging Cori on top of her, the Idaho beauty now cranked up the pressure on the nelson, pushing Cori’s head down towards her chest, while using every last ounce of strength she had in her thighs to tighten the scissors. Cori was moaning and writhing in agony as the former Miss Galaxy’s powerful legs compressed her midsection, threatening to crush her sides. In her exhausted, enfeebled state, the big brunette no longer could tighten her muscles to counter the steady pressure put on her midriff by the other woman’s bulging, rippling thighs, and she was suffering terribly, groaning loudly, feeling like her ribs might start breaking any second. She still trying to struggle, but she was already beginning to realize the hopelessness of the situation and could tell that she would not be able to break free. Torrie too could sense that and now began taunting her trapped opponent while still squeezing hard, her powerful, muscular thighs flexing, pulsating, crushing. Cori was trying her best to resist, but it was just no good; she continued to simply wilt in her opponent’s cruel grasp.

“Who’s the better woman, bitch?” Torrie asked, speaking in a low, breathy voice and almost directly into Cori’s left ear. “Can you tell now?”

Cori screamed in frustrated fury and struggled on, putting everything she had left in her efforts. She kicked, twisted, bridged up, plowed and pounded the floor with her heels, and the only thing she achieved with it all was to cause her large, naked breasts to bounce rock and jiggle on her sweat-soaked chest. It was no use and she knew it. She had tried her best, given it her all, and apparently it was not enough. She was going to be beaten, she knew this now. The pressure of her rival’s double grip seemed to increase by the second, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could feel the last of her strength ebbing away and Torrie’s clutches tightening up more and more around her, and she realized exactly what that meant. Jerking and twisting around weakly, the proud, once powerful and confident California beauty began to whimper loudly as she felt the other woman’s body slowly overwhelming hers and beginning to dominate it.

“Had enough?” Torrie growled.

“Fuck you, cunt!” Cori croaked, her chin digging into her own chest under the relentless pressure of the full nelson. Her body may have been bested tonight, much to her horror and shame, but she was still not beaten. “Is that all you got?”

“Only one way to find out, slut!” Torrie said. She was hell-bent on making the big, dark-haired bitch submit, and realizing that neither the nelson nor the body scissors were going to be enough to achieve that, she now suddenly released Cori and rolled her off of her. Then she climbed to her feet.

“Come on, grandma, get up and see what I got!” Torrie said, kicking Cori in the ribs.

Battered and worn out as she was, Cori immediately began trying to get to her feet, and amazingly, she somehow managed to do it and face her opponent, still determined to fight on, the fire in her eyes still burning. Torrie was not neither impressed, nor worried, though. Watching the other woman closely, she realized that that Cori was done. She had absolutely nothing left now and could barely stand, swaying unsteadily back and forth, her breathing coming in loud, harsh gasps, the sweat virtually pouring out of her.

Setting her jaw, Torrie stepped tentatively forward and used her right hand to jab at her rival’s face. Cori tried to duck out of the way, but was hours too late and took the punch right on her chin. Groaning, she tried to retaliate with a punch of her own that was as inaccurate as it was weak. Torrie easily avoided the feeble blow and hit the brunette again – this time under the left eye. It was not the hardest of punches, but it was enough to hurt Cori and infuriate her even further. Snarling with rage, Cori stumbled rather than stepped forward and tried to get hold of her foe. Torrie danced out of reach almost effortlessly, and then kicked the other woman in the stomach, causing her to double over with a groan.

At this point, the battle seemed to be effectively over. A panting and profusely sweating Torrie Wilson may have been exhausted from the prolonged, vicious fight, but Cori Nadine was not merely exhausted – she was finished. Whether it was due to age, or conditioning, or simply genetics – or a combination of all of these – the fact remained that, after what had turned out to be the most physically intense and painful experience either woman had ever been through in her entire life, the younger Idaho beauty had proven to be much fitter than her California rival, and was now in a lot better shape than the latter and in complete control of the fight.

Full of confidence and malice, Torrie went after her weakened foe and nailed her with a solid blow to the left breast, followed by a heavy slap to the face that threw the brunette’s head to one side and caused her to stagger. Without even recovering her balance completely, Cori lashed out blindly with a backhanded blow, missed the blonde’s head by about a foot, and got slapped in the face again.

“How do you like that, bitch?” Torrie asked and delivered another slap to her rival’s face, nearly knocking Cori down.

Almost sobbing with helpless fury, the worn out brunette went for another wild punch, which lacked both power and direction. Torrie ducked under the other woman’s flailing arm and punched her hard in her flat belly. Cori let out a low moan and sank to her knees, clutching at her stomach with both hands. She still had some fight left in her though, and after remaining motionless for a second or two, she shot her right fist up towards Torrie’s crotch. Torrie was not expecting that and could not react in time, but fortunately for her, the blow was poorly timed and it missed almost completely, merely glancing off her right thigh.

“Fuckin’ slut!” Torrie growled, and kicked the brunette in the face, sending her sprawling.

Dazed and hurt, Cori moaned weakly and tried to stand up. Torrie dragged her struggling opponent to her feet by the hair and then just hurled her halfway across the room towards the sofa. Cori lost her balance and crashed heavily, groaning as her body hit the floor. She rolled over onto her belly and began getting up, using the front of the sofa for support, but she only made it to her knees before Torrie closed in.

Grabbing Cori’s hair with one hand, Torrie got down on her knees behind the brunette and shoved her hard, bending her over. On her knees, with her face pushed into the sofa cushion and her naked, shapely derriere sticking tantalizingly up in the air, Cori tried to struggle, but was too weak to break free.

Torrie snarled menacingly and drove her fist in her rival’s exposed sex four times in quick succession, still holding Cori’s hair with her other hand, pushing the brunette’s face deep into the sofa.

Cori’s entire body jerked convulsively with each blow, and her screams of anguish, albeit muffled by the soft cushion, seemed to Torrie loud enough to be heard at least six blocks away. The blonde had little compassion for her rival, though, and decided to add insult to injury by getting closer to the bent over brunette and suddenly thrusting her hips forward, slamming the front of her pelvis into Cori’s round, firm, glistening ass, and producing a loud slap. Quite liking that, she did it twice more and then pushed right up against Cori and began wriggling her hips, smiling gleefully as she rubbed herself against the sexy California native’s bare, sweaty ass. Screaming furiously, Cori tried to back away from the sofa, but Torrie quickly grabbed both of the brunette’s wrists and twisted her arms behind her back in a double hammerlock, holding her in place. On her knees and bent forward, with her belly pressed hard against the front edge of the sofa and her chest resting on top of the cushions, Cory struggled desperately, but to no avail. She had no strength left now and Torrie was able to hold her captive with virtually no effort.

Easily containing her helpless foe’s feeble struggles, Torrie continued her indecent assault on the trapped brunette untroubled, panting and gasping as she slowly and sensually dry-humped the other woman’s shapely back side. She really enjoyed this and kept on smiling while she ground her pelvis hard into Cori’s sculpted buttocks, her shaven mound sliding slickly over the supple, slippery flesh, mashing it, and moving and rolling the two warm, glistening globes back and forth, squashing them deliciously. Pinned hopelessly against the sofa, and completely powerless to stop Torrie’s demeaning “attack”, the proud California beauty howled with helpless fury and struggled with what little strength she had left, but it was all in vain and soon she was sobbing in humiliation as the younger, fitter Idaho babe utterly dominated her.

Rapidly growing more and more excited by her supremacy over her rival, Torrie now decided to get back to the business at hand before she had become too turned on to continue fighting. Backing off a little, she slapped Cori’s firm ass a few times, humiliating her powerful foe even further, then balled her right fist and slammed it twice more between the brunette’s legs, bringing to six the total number of blows to that delicate area. Cori screamed and her body went limp, completely overwhelmed by the excruciating pain.

Smiling contentedly, Torrie got up and then hair-hauled the other woman up to her feet.

All the fight had gone out of Cori now. She was in sheer agony from the blows to her vulnerable womanhood and unable to defend herself. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, which had an almost pleading look as she stood on wobbly legs in front of her rival, too tired, too badly hurt, and too demoralized to even raise her arms. She would have probably fallen down had Torrie not been holding the hair at the top of her head with one hand.

“What’s the matter, Muscles?” Torrie panted out. “Not so tough now, are we?”

Snarling, the Wrestling Diva now used her right hand to slap her rival viciously back and forth across the face a number of times, while shaking Cori's head back and forth by the hair with her other hand.

"Mess with ME, willya, cunt!" The Idaho beauty yelled, slapping and ripping and tearing.

"OOOOW! OOOOW! OOOOW!" The big, muscular brunette cried out pitifully as her face and scalp bore the brunt of Torrie's wrath. Battered and helpless, the sexy California native did nothing to either protect herself or fight back. She just stood there and took it, her arms hanging limply at her sides, her knees sagging further and further with each slap to her face. For some reason, this lack of resistance seemed to enrage Torrie; she now latched onto Cori’s tits and mauled them furiously, sinking her fingernails deep into the large, sweaty orbs, her strong hands pulling, twisting and squashing the supple flesh mercilessly. Cori howled in pain, and grabbed the blonde’s wrists but did not have enough strength to push those clawing hands away. Torrie just snarled and tore at the older woman’s tits with even greater intensity, twisting the mountains of flesh and silicone violently back and forth, mashing them together and shredding them with her sharp claws until the proud, powerfully built Californian fitness model was bawling like a little girl.

Eager to finish this, the younger, taller woman now let go of her rival’s breasts and wrapped her arms around Cori’s torso in a tight bear hug, pinning the brunette’s arms to her sides and lifting her up in the air. Cori stiffened for a moment and then tried to struggle, but did not stand a chance. She was so weakened by the pounding she had taken from Torrie, that she had to fight just to stay conscious; all she could do now was to twist and jerk feebly, suspended in the blonde’s vice-like grip. She tried to wrap her legs around Torrie to provide some support for her agonizingly arched back, but was too fatigued to do even that and soon her legs went completely limp, her feet dangling a few inches above the floor.

Panting and grunting with exertion, Torrie continued to squeeze her foe mercilessly, her strong arms encircling the brunette’s body, the hands locked at the small of the back, digging deep into it as she kept putting more and more pressure, determined to squeeze the breath out of Cori.

Cori’s upper body arched further and further back until it was bent almost in a U-shape, her head hanging backwards lifelessly, her long, dark, sweat-soaked hair nearly reaching the full, firm globes of her shapely ass. She was being squeezed so hard by the blonde that it felt like her insides were being squashed to a pulp and – as if that was not enough – Torrie’s constricting arms were making it difficult for her to breathe and her agony-contorted face had turned crimson, her mouth gasping for air.

As the brunette’s body hung back, her large, quivering breasts thrust upwards, right in Torrie’s face and, suddenly remembering how her own breast had been bitten by Cori earlier, the blonde decided to return the favor and went for her trapped victim’s left orb. She did not, however, simply bite down on it. Instead, she wrapped her lips around the erect, rock-hard nipple and then literally sucked a large portion of the supple, sweaty flesh into her mouth and clamped down on it really hard. Cori let out a prolonged, guttural cry and her body began jerking spasmodically, her suffering evident in her wide-open, pain-clouded eyes.

Torrie held the bite for a few seconds, then released it and surveyed the results. She felt a tinge of disappointment as she saw that she had held back too much and had only left teeth marks on the smooth, soft skin without drawing any blood. She thought about having another go, but then decided against it. She was really tired and it was becoming more and more difficult for her to hold the other woman up in the air – and the sweat that was constantly running down both their bodies not making it any easier. She now wished that she had chosen some other hold to try and make her opponent submit, but she was just too stubborn to let go and attempt something else, so she just continued to squeeze with her arms, giving it everything she had.

“Give, you bitch!” the Wrestling Diva growled and suddenly began shaking the brunette from side to side like a rag doll. “Or I’ll break your fuckin’ back!”

Cori groaned with the added torture but there was nothing she could to stop Torrie or escape. With her arms trapped at her sides, she was totally helpless and had to either submit or take it. For the moment, she chose to take it. She was well aware that she could no longer fight the younger apparently stronger woman, but her pride would not let her admit defeat to the blonde, so she continued to hold out despite her obvious anguish. Equally determined to extract a submission from her rival, Torrie continued to shake the brunette back and forth with all her might, Cori’s head and limp legs swinging back and forth with each powerful jerk of the blonde’s upper body.

Finally, too tired to keep it up, Torrie stopped flinging the other woman around and just stood there, holding Cori in the bear hug. Cori’s inert body slumped forward in Torrie’s grip, drained of every last ounce of strength. The brunette was only barely conscious now and her head hung lifelessly over Torrie’s left shoulder, a string of drool stretching out of her half-open mouth and running down the blonde’s tapering, well-muscled back mixing with the trickles of sweat.

Torrie suddenly jerked back, without relaxing her embrace, and Cori’s body once again arched backwards, her full, sweaty tits presenting themselves invitingly.

“Keep those plastic bags out of my face, unless you wanna lose ’em, bitch!” Torrie said tensely and bit down on Cori’s right breast – much harder than before.

Cori’s upper body was compressed so tightly in the other woman’s devastating embrace, that she could not even scream – she just squirmed feebly in Torrie’s arms gasping and gurgling, her eyes bulging out and her face suffused with blood. Nor could she take any more of this. A few seconds after Torrie sank her teeth into her tender flesh, Cori wheezed out her submission, repeating it over and over again, her erstwhile fiery eyes now wide and pleading.

After torturing her helpless foe for a while longer, Torrie finally relinquished her hold – and her bite – and Cori crumpled listlessly down to the floor and lay on her back, gasping and moaning.

“Had enough? Huh?” Torrie asked as she stood over her fallen foe, sweating and shaking, her large, naked breasts heaving up and down with her deep, rapid breathing.

Despite all the punishment she had taken, Cori now tried to sit up, but only managed to lift her head before Torrie placed one foot right between her sweat-drenched breasts and pressed with her leg, keeping the brunette flat on her back. The two women’s eyes locked for a few moments, then Cori’s eyes fell and filled with tears, and she let her head drop back down to the floor. She was beaten and she knew it.

For a few moments the victorious blonde just stood there, appearing lost in thought as she brushed her right foot lightly against Cori’s chest, absent-mindedly tracing some invisible patterns with the tips of her toes while trying to bring her breathing under control. In reality – she was trying to decide what to do with her defeated rival. Before the beginning of the fight she had promised herself that she would really have some fun with the brunette once she had her beaten, but now she just felt too tired for anything like that. The fight had been a lot longer and harder than she had ever imagined it would be and it had drained almost all of her energy. She felt exhausted and hurt, and all she wanted to do now was to go home, take a long, hot shower and go to bed. She had made her point by beating Cori and proving that she was superior to the brunette, and now she had no intention of wasting any more of her time in this place. The battle – much like the party – was over, as far as she was concerned. It was definitely time for her to go, but before she did, there was just one more thing she wanted settled.

Straddling the defeated California beauty, the sexy Idaho native leaned forward and slapped Cori across the face, not too hard but hard enough to make the brunette moan.

“Tell me somethin’, bitch” the Wrestling Diva purred, having the unmistakable air of superiority about her: “Who’s the better woman now?”

Cori did not make an issue out of it. For her, just like for Torrie, the fight was over. She had given it her all and she had lost and that was that. The other woman had simply been too much for her, and now, battered, exhausted and totally helpless, she had very little choice but to try and pacify Torrie in order to escape any further punishment, which she knew she could not take.

“Alright... Fine... You are!” Cori panted out closing her eyes for a moment.

“Good. That’s very good.” Torrie said evenly. “But now, I want you to... Hey! Look at me!” the PLAYBOY cover girl commanded, slapping Cori’s face lightly, which caused the brunette to look up at her fearfully: “Now I want you to say it again, but this time say it not because you’re afraid I’m gonna hurt you, but because you know it’s the truth! I mean, if it’s not, how come I’m sitting on you right now?”

“So,” the Wrestling Diva sang out breezily, pushing her sweat-soaked hair away from her face, “Look at me and tell me: Am I better than you?”

“YES, DAM’ YOU!” Cori suddenly found enough strength to scream as she looked hatefully up at her blonde conqueror “You’re better than me; is that what you wanted to hear, you fuckin’ bitch? Now leave me alone!”

The brunette’s voice trailed off as she covered her face with her hands and began sobbing in shame. She had never felt so humiliated in her life, and it was mostly because she knew that Torrie was right. She had been bested tonight. No doubts, no excuses – in a pure, fair woman-to-woman fight she had been beaten by Torrie, which made the blonde bitch better than her, at least on the day. The knowledge of the fact really hurt Cori. Not as badly as the beating she had taken at the hands of the Wrestling Diva, but it still hurt, and as she wept, she vowed silently to herself to get even with Torrie at the first opportunity she got.

“There we go.” Torrie said, smiling smugly as she got up. “Don’t you feel much better now that THAT’S out of the way?”

“Fuckin’...bitch!” was all Cori had to say in between sobs.

Clicking her tongue and shaking her head in mock disapproval, Torrie waked away from her beaten rival: “Language, language.” She said sorrowfully. “And at your age! What kind of example are you to your grandkids?”

“You Goddam’ cunt,” the beaten brunette yelled furiously, staring hatefully up at her blonde conqueror. So deeply stung by the age-related jibe and Torrie’s insolent attitude of superiority was she, that her anger made her momentarily forget the brutal beating she had just taken and the possibility of getting some more if she antagonized the Idaho native any further. “Who the hell do you think you are, you little bitch! You think this is over? I was beatin’ women twice your size and ten times tougher than you, when you were probably still in high school, tryin’ to figure out how to get rid of your pimples so some dumb jock would let you suck his dick under the bleachers! I swear to God, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face if it’s the last thing I do! Next time you see me, you better hope you can run quick enough, ‘cause I promise you, if I ever get my hands on you again, I’m gonna rip your big fake tits off and stuff ‘em in your cocksuckin’ mouth, right before I break you in half and shove that bleached head of yours up your fuckin’ ass!! You got that, you fuckin’ whore?”

“Why wait till next time?” Torrie asked evenly, her intentions not to punish or humiliate the other woman any more suddenly disappearing. “What’s wrong with right now?”

With that, the Idaho beauty kicked Cori in the head, and quickly straddled the brunette. She then grabbed Cori’s wrists, and leaned forward, pinning her arms to the floor above her head.

“Come on, She-Hulk, let’s see how big and bad and strong you are!” Torrie said, her face nearly touching Cori’s.

Flat on her back, Cori snarled and growled as she heaved and bucked beneath the blonde, but it did her no good. Torrie had much more strength left than the exhausted brunette and was able to hold her down without any difficulties. A strong, proud woman, the California beauty howled in humiliation at being overpowered with such apparent ease, but there was nothing she could do.

“What’s the matter, Cori?” Torrie panted out as she lay on top of her foe, her larger, firmer tits crushing and smothering the brunette’s defeated boobs. “I thought you’re gonna rip my big fake tits off; what happened? Need help?”

As Cori squirmed and kicked feebly beneath her, Torrie suddenly slid up the brunette’s body and grapevined her, still keeping her arms pinned firmly to the floor. At the same time she arched her back and lifted her torso a little so that her tits were now dangling directly above Cori’s face.

“Here! Here they are! Rip them off!” the PLAYBOY cover girl said, and twisted her body sharply to the right, the sudden movement causing the inner part of her left breast to slap Cori right in the face.

The impact was not painful, but it was certainly humiliating, and it caused the California native to cry out in fury. Torrie was not done though, and repeated the move several more times, shaking her shoulders back and forth, her large, sweaty breasts swinging wildly from side to side and slapping Cori in the face over and over again. Her legs spread wide in the grapevine, the brunette struggled with what little energy she had left, but was totally helpless against her rival’s superior strength and remained flattened to the ground, nearly sobbing as she was forced to endure the incredibly demeaning tit slaps.

“What do you think of my big fake tits now, bitch?” Torrie asked smugly when she finally stopped “slapping” her foe and released the grapevine, straightening up and sitting on Cori’s stomach.

Cursing at her captor, Cori tried to buck the blonde off of her, but to no avail.

“And as far as shovin’ my head up my ass is concerned,” Torrie continued, smiling at the trapped woman’s ineffectual struggles, “I gotta much better idea. How about you shove YOUR head up my ass!”

Just as she said this, the Idaho beauty swiftly spun around, reverse-straddling Cori and then quickly slid backwards, planting her bare ass right on the brunette’s face. Almost at the same time she grabbed Cori’s wrists, immobilizing her arms. Cori barely had time for one short squeal of protest before her nose and mouth disappeared up the crack of Torrie shapely ass and she found herself totally unable to breathe with her face buried beneath the PLAYBOY cover girl’s firm, glistening buttocks.

Deprived of air once more, the pinned brunette fought furiously, her powerful, sweat-drenched body twisting back and forth, her strong legs flailing wildly as she desperately tried to free herself from the humiliating and suffocating trap Torrie had her in. She could not do it. Sitting firmly on top of her fallen foe, gripping Cori’s wrists tightly, Torrie merely smiled and now began wriggling her hips, clenching her taut buns as much as she could as she ground her sexy, sweaty backside in the brunette’s face, smothering her out.

It did not take very long. Cori was already severely weakened by the beating she had received and her violent thrashing soon turned to little convulsive jerks as her oxygen-starved body began to shut down. Torrie sensed that and mashed her ass even harder against the California native’s beautiful features, twisting and gyrating her pelvis with all the energy she had left, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the other woman’s warm face underneath her.

Cori’s body suddenly stiffened and then her legs began to twitch rapidly, her heels drumming on the floor. Her back arched spasmodically a few times, her large, glistening breasts rocked and jiggled briefly on her chest, and with one last convulsive kick of both her legs, she shuddered and went limp beneath the blonde.

Torrie remained seated on Cori’s face for a few more second, just to make sure the brunette was truly out, and then stood up, panting and gasping and licking her lips as she looked down at her defeated foe with a satisfied gleam in her eye. Deciding that this would do for tonight, she walked around the guest house, found the bathroom and took a shower. As she came back, Cori was just beginning to stir and moan on the floor. Calmly putting on her dress and shoes, Torrie smiled nastily and, out of sheer spite, dug one of her stiletto-heels into the California native’s left tit. Cori screeched in agony and grabbed Torrie’s ankle in an attempt to push her foot away, but was too weakened; Torrie just snarled and pressed even harder with her leg, twisting her foot back and forth as she stabbed the sharp heel deeper into the brunette’s supple tit-flesh. The terrible pain, as well as the thought that if this continued she might suffer some permanent damage to her breast, or have her implant ruptured, broke Cori completely and she was soon begging for mercy in between hysterical screams and sobs.

Even though she had clearly won, the cruel, vindictive PLAYBOY cover girl tortured her beaten rival for several more seconds, before finally pulling her heel out of Cori’s ravaged tit.

“Don’t mind if I keep this, do you?” she asked, picking Cori’s dress up from the floor. “I won’t wear it, of course; it’s a little bit too wide around the waist and hips for me, but since I beat your sorry ass I figure I deserve a trophy. As they say – to the victor the spoils. I’m pretty sure you’ll find somethin’ else around here to cover yourself up. And even if you don’t, don’t worry; you have nothin’ to be ashamed of. You look pretty good naked. For a woman your age, that is!” Torrie snickered.

This time though, Cori did not react to the dig. Much too hurt, much too exhausted, and much too frightened after all the abuse she had suffered at the hands of the Idaho beauty, the sexy California native had no more strength – physical or mental – left to offer any further defiance. She was a beaten woman, and all she wanted was to be left alone, and it did not matter to her at what cost that came.

Correctly interpreting Cori’s lack of response as an unconditional surrender, Torrie moved towards the door and opened it, then turned around for one last look at her defeated opponent lying naked and battered in the center of the room.

“See you around, Cori! Nice beatin’... I mean – meetin’ you!” the victorious Wrestling Diva said and walked out into the night, laughing.