Kelly Monaco just finished pummeling her opponent, Christina Aguilera, in the third match of the night and is in the ring, soaking up the adulation of the crowd. Christina has yet to get off the mat. After walking the ring for a few moments, Kelly turns back to Christina and grabs hold of her by the hair. She drags her to the ropes and shoves her out to floor, then climbs out after her. Christina has gotten to her hands and knees in an effort to get away, realizing she may be in some danger here. Before she can get away, though, Kelly grabs her by her black bikini bottom and starts to drag her towards the dressing area. It’s all Christina can do to try and keep up with her, crawling on all fours. “I’m going to show you what torture really is, little whore. I can’t believe I let you get to me like that.”
As she gets to the end of the ramp, heading back towards the dressing area, a couple of security guards close in on Kelly and demand that she let Christina go. She lifts up on the bikini and asks, “You mean this slut? Let her go?” The lifting causing the bikini briefs to disappear into Aguilera’s crotch, starting her screaming again. The guards move quickly towards Kelly and she drops the young star like luggage. “Ok. Ok. I’m done with her.” And with that, Kelly marches off towards her dressing room. Christina is helped to hers by the guards in an effort to insure she won’t be attacked again by Kelly.
Meanwhile, Jessica Simpson opens her dressing-room door and starts to make her way to the ring for the next match. She’s matched with Kim Smith and she’s really pumped about the opportunity to ease into the tournament. She’s seen Kim workout and realizes that while she is far shorter than her opponent, she’ll have an edge in strength and quickness. She’s also excited that Kim’s long legs will make an easy target for her to work on some holds. As she exits the room, she sees Eliza Dushku waiting for her.
“Just curious, Jessica,” Dushku starts, “any interest in the tournament this weekend? I know its short notice, but there aren’t many spots left and I really want to get Biel in the ring again. I had that bitch beat. She’s entered with Jessica Alba.”
“Well, I have three matches this week, but I’ll be off till Tuesday and only have the two matches next week. Besides, I have Alba on Wednesday and should be able to work her over pretty good. And, obviously, the points will be good to have. All right, I’m in. You sure you’re going to be ok?”
“Pretty sure. She worked my ribs over and they’re still sore, but I’ll be good to go. I’ll get us signed up while you’re out there. Good luck.”
With that, Simpson heads off to the ring.
As Simpson climbs into the ring, she sees her opponent waiting patiently for her. Kim Smith is a stunner. In a league packed with beauty, she still stands out. Her statuesque 5’9 frame is tight and athletic while still very feminine. She’s leaning back into her corner with her arms over the top ropes wearing a baby blue bikini that clings to her in all the right ways. Jessica has never been one to be intimidated by another woman’s looks, though, and she bounces into the ring with tight blue cotton shorts (very short shorts) and an American Flag bikini top covering her 5’3 frame (well, kind of covering it). At the rules meeting in the center of the ring, Kim stands as close to Jessica as she can, staring down at her and trying to intimidate. Jessica has never felt so small as she does looking up into the amazons gaze. The ref finishes and she quickly moves to her corner, looking back to see that Smith has not left the center of the ring. She is staring a hole through Jessica and anxious to get the match started.
The ref signals for the bell and Kim immediately starts toward Jessica as she steps out of her corner. Kim raises her hands as she closes on her pint-sized rival, but Jessica quickly slides down trips Kim, sending her face first into the bottom corner buckle. Kim bounces off the corner landing on her stomach and her hands fly straight to cover her face. Jessica, back on her feet, grabs Kim’s right ankle and drags her away from the corner. She holds the ankle up with Kim lying on her back, leaps in the air and drives her elbow directly into her knee. Kim shoots up in pain, wanting to grab her knee, but Jessica is back up and repeats the move. Kim grabs Jessica’s hair and tries to make her release the ankle but Jessica just bends her leg awkwardly, cranking up the pain in the knee. Kim lays back, covering her head in agony as Jessica continues to work the hold. Jessica then lays the leg flat, stands and drops her knee into Kim’s. Again, Smith shoots up off the mat in pain but she cannot stop Jessica from repeating the move. In fact, 3 more times she drives her knee into Kim’s, eliciting moans of pain each time.
“Please stop, Jessica. Please. You can’t keep doing that.”
“Not so intimidating now, are you? I’ll stop when I’m good and ready.” And with that, Jessica drives her knee down on Kim’s yet again. This time, she hold there to emphasize the move. Kim is flailing her arms doing nothing to hide the agony she’s in. While she has Kim’s knee pinned, Jessica uses her left hand to grip her hamstring in a claw. Kim is really screaming now, the claw hold adding a shooting pain to the agony of her knee. Jessica doesn’t keep the hold long, though, not wanting Kim to submit just yet.
After releasing Kim’s hamstring, Jessica drops her knee onto Kim’s yet again, reminding her of that pain. She then stands, maintaining her grip on the ankle and grabs Kim’s other ankle. While spreading Kim’s long legs apart, Jessica drops her knee on the right hamstring she had started to work earlier. In a repeat of the move, she includes dropping her right knee onto Kim’s left hamstring. She stands again, only to drop once more, this time landing her right knee directly on Kim’s crotch. Kim shoots up yet again trying to reach her wounded womanhood, but Jessica is leaning on the knee, keeping the pressure on Kim’s crotch.
“No, no, no, no, no. Please stop. Please god get off of me” pleas Kim as the pain continues. “I can’t stand this.”
In response, Jessica stands back up, relieving the pain. She jumps in the air, though, coming down with her legs out driving Kim’s thighs to the mat spreading them beyond their limits. Kim again screams in pain, a sound that Jessica is liking more and more each time she hears it. Jessica gets back to her feet, holding Kim’s right leg still, this time at the knee. She has her in her left arm, causing Kim to bend awkwardly with her right shoulder and right foot on the mat, but essentially the rest of her in the air being held up by her knee. This isn’t comfortable, but it doesn’t cause anywhere near the pain she’s felt so far and, as such, Kim isn’t offering protest. Jessica takes advantage of the positioning, though, and drives her fist square into Kim’s thigh. Kim grunts in pain, but is no position to defend herself as Jessica continues to rain blow after blow into the thigh After 3 or 4 shots, the bruising is visible to most of the crowd in attendance. Jessica continues, though, until she’s punched Kim easily 15 times. Tears are welling up in Kim’s eyes as she’s starting to wonder if she might end up unable to walk. Just then, Jessica spins her into a half-Boston crab and reaches back grabbing Kim under the chin. She pulls up on Kim’s chin really intensifying the pain in her back. Within seconds, Kim submits and Jessica relents. “Are you getting the idea yet, Kim? One of us is here to win the whole thing and one of us is just here. I’m going to give you one opportunity because all you mean to me is 15 points in the standings. I’m going to put you into four more holds. I’m not going to lie. They’ll hurt. Give me my submissions and let me pin you afterwards and I’ll let you walk out of here. You ok with that, or do I need to offer you more proof that it’s the best deal you’ll get tonight?”
Kim doesn’t respond to the taunting. She’s insulted at the suggestion that she just lay there and take it, but she also believes Jessica intends to injure her if she doesn’t. She has never been so humiliated and certainly never been manhandled by a woman before. In the modeling business, she’s met all types of beautiful women and enjoyed pleasures with many of them, but the feeling of being so dominated was strangely giving her a certain excitement that she’d never felt, as well.
The ref signaled the restart of the match. Jessica had been hovering over Kim the whole time as Kim tried to rub the soreness out of her leg to no avail. She was sitting upright and Jessica moved behind her, locking in a full nelson and bending her forward. Kim’s head was almost touching the mat and her breathing was very shallow as her lungs couldn’t expand. As she started to offer another submission, Jessica twisted her around forcing her to face the mat. She then leaned back into a combination camel-clutch/full nelson. This prompted loud screaming from Kim and another submission. “Good job, Kim”, Jessica told her as she released the hold. “That’s not so bad, is it? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re starting to like it.”
Kim didn’t respond. She just rested on her stomach, trying to contain the excitement she was feeling at being so dominated. The ref signaled the restart and Jessica, still standing over her prey, grabbed a handful of Kim’s beautiful brunette locks forcing her to her knees, looking away from Jessica. She then positioned her arms around Kim’s neck and torso and dropped down into a very well-executed dragon sleeper. While the oxygen was being cut off from her brain, Kim’s back was being tortured yet again. Immediately she wanted to submit, but couldn’t make any words and the ref couldn’t see her face. She flailed her arms around finally finding Jessica’s back and tapped her submission. 3 points were now in Jessica’s bag. She released the hold and allowed Kim to lean into her. The oxygen deprivation had only heightened her excited state and as she leaned back into Jessica, she snuggled against her neck. “You are getting turned on by this, aren’t you?” she asked. Kim’s hand rubbing her leg was the only answer Jessica got, but she realized that she was in total control of the long-legged beauty. The ref signaled restart and Jessica slid her hands around Kim and caressed her breasts for a moment causing Kim to purr like a kitten. She then brought her arms up around Kim’s head and applied a sleeper. Kim tapped again, her 4th submission and least painful one yet. During the break, Jessica went back to stroking Kim’s breasts. The men in the crowd were actually quiet. I mean pin-drop quiet; they were fixed on the activity in the ring. Even the ref lost track of the break before finally snapping out of it and signaling restart.
Jessica moved her hands up from Kim’s breasts and reapplied a full nelson. She positioned her legs around Kim’s waist and accented her peril with a leg-scissors. Jessica’s legs, as powerful as they are, reminded Kim that she was still in grave danger and still hurting. She immediately offered her 5th submission. Jessica relaxed her legs, but maintained the full nelson. As the ref started to count, Jessica walked Kim over to the corner then released the hold, allowing Kim to turn and face her and lean back into the corner. Jessica gently rubbed Kim’s breasts again causing Kim to coo and purr in the corner. Jessica leaned in and started kissing Kim on her belly, running her tongue back and forth across Kim’s navel, taking the display to a new level and exciting her prey even more. “I meant to tell you something earlier, Kim,” Jessica said, as the ref signaled to restart. “I’m not fucking gay, you whore!”
With that, Jessica launched her shoulder into Kim’s mid section. She repeated the brutal shoulder blocks 10 more times before pulling back and grabbing Kim’s hair. Winded, beaten and confused, Kim offered absolutely no resistance as Jessica pulled her away from the corner by her hair. She got hear the center of the ring and forced Kim’s head between her legs then lifted her and dropped her in violent power bomb. Kim hit the mat with enough force that she bounced. Jessica got up, dragged Kim up by her hair again and repeated the move. Kim was essentially out now, completely still. Jessica got back to her feet, dragged Kim up again, forced her head between her legs again this time delivered a pedigree, officially putting Kim’s lights out. She rolled her over and pinned her for the three-count to end the match. Jessica stood over her fallen foe after the match placing her foot on Kim’s chest and striking a pose for the crowd who gave a raucous ovation for the sensual domination they had witnessed. Jessica absorbed their praise for a few minutes and then exited, leaving a beaten and humiliated Kim Smith to drag herself back to her dressing room.
As she got out of the ring, Brooke Burns raced down the ramp to help her. “Thanks, Brooke,” was all Kim had the energy to say as her partner in the tag-team tournament helped her away.
“No problem, girl. What are teammates for?”