After her match with Kim Smith, Jessica Simpson was still wound up. Exhilarated by the ease of her victory, she literally danced all the way back to her dressing room. When she got there, Eliza Dushku was waiting with good news. “We’re in the tag-team tournament, partner. I have to say, I’m happy to be tagging with you after I saw what you just did to Kim. Was she really that turned on?”
“I couldn’t believe it. It was like she wanted me to abuse her. I’m not into that kind of thing, but it sure was a rush. I’m still a little wound-up about the whole thing. I just guess I never knew how erotic it could be to physically dominate another woman. I think she’s in the tag-team tournament, too. I hope we get her in the ring.”
“Me too. If she wants to get that turned on, I’ll take advantage of it. I know you said you aren’t gay, but I enjoy the company of women on occasion. That’s one chick I’d like to lead back here on a leash and teach her some tricks, if you know what I mean.”
“Well, don’t get any ideas with me. That’s off-limits as far as I’m concerned. Of course, her tag-team partner had to help her to her dressing room. Bet she’ll be alone in there while Brooke is out there in the ring. If you want to go, uh, discuss it with her…I’m sure we could go on over there and see what she’s up to.”
“You sure you’re up for this, cause I’m game. Don’t tease me.”
“Just because I don’t want to participate, don’t think I won’t watch. This is going to be fun.”
Meanwhile, in the ring, the combatants for the night’s final match were being introduced. Susan Ward perched in her corner, stretching her arms back holding the ropes looked stunning in her black bikini and black wrestling boots. She looked ready to hurt some one and Brooke Burns, in her opinion, was an adequate target. Brooke had just gotten into the ring after helping her future tag-team partner, Kim Smith, back to her dressing room after a humiliating beating at the hands of Jessica Simpson. Burns, the 5’9 beauty was stretching her neck in preparation for the match. She was wearing a pink bikini with white boots. She was just going through the instruction she’d received from her trainer about utilizing her height advantage. Here was a perfect opportunity since she had a good 5 inches on her shorter opponent. She couldn’t help, though, but notice that Susan was remarkably thicker than she and wondered if that might have a similar bearing on this match as it did in her partners. Not a pleasant thought…
The match started and out they came to the center, sizing each other up. Brooke put her hands up offering a test of strength to Susan, thinking this would be a good way to put her height to use. Susan, confident that she had a strength advantage, accepted the offer but quickly realized that height matters as Brooke was able to leverage Susan’s wrists back painfully. The more Brooke approached, the more painful it became and Susan found herself dropping to one knee. As she closed the short distance between them, Brooke drew her right knee back and drove it into Susan’s unsuspecting belly. Unable to cover up or double over, Susan let out a loud grunt. Brooke realized an opportunity was there and repeated the move three more times, really taking the wind right out of her kneeling opponent. She then released Susan’s wrists and allowed her to collapse the mat holding her stomach with her head resting on Brooke’s knee. Brooke reached down and yanked Susan up by the hair, lifting her up and executing a thundering body slam back to the mat. Susan sat straight up in pain but there was no sound coming out of her mouth as the wind had, again, been forced from her.
Brooke continued on the offensive, placing Susan in a chin-lock and awkwardly forcing her head to the side. Susan, still trying to regain her breath, grabbed at Brookes arm trying to ease the tension on her neck, but the lack of oxygen had taken its toll on her strength. She put her hands down beside her and tried to scoot her and Brooke nearer to the ropes. Brooke moved with her as Susan scooted, concentrating on her hold trying to keep the pressure on. After about 30 seconds, Susan was close enough to get her foot on the ropes. The ref told Brooke to break the hold and she obliged.
As she got to her feet, Brooke grabbed Susan’s hair, dragging her up, too. Susan was protesting that she had still been in the ropes as Brooke lifted her and executed another body slam, returning Susan to the middle of the ring. This time, when Susan shot up off the mat in pain, she managed to scamper to the ropes on the other side of the ring to try and catch a break. Brooke approached, but the ref intercepted and told her Susan had a five-count to get out of the ropes. She waited as the ref counted. Susan let go of the ropes right as the ref counted five, but as Brooke approached, she grabbed them again. Susan had been caught off guard by Brooke’s strength, but she felt that she might still be able to wrestle momentum away and get the tide turned.
As the ref counted five, Susan again released the ropes. She hadn’t gotten off of the mat, still on her knees as Brooke approached eagerly. Susan again grabbed the ropes just as Brooke reached for her. She had a handful of Susan’s hair, but let go and turned to the ref to protest this abuse of the rules. As she turned away, though, Susan grabbed her pink bikini bottoms and yanked her through the ropes and out onto the floor. Brooke landed awkwardly on her left shoulder and head and rolled into the metal divider separating the crowd from the ring. Susan followed her right out of the ring, albeit more gracefully, charged right over and stomped on Brookes wounded shoulder. She then grabbed her bewildered opponent up by her hair, latched onto her wrist and swung her back-first into the ring apron. Brooke hit the apron mid-back and let out a loud grunt as she started to slide down. Susan followed up, though, and halted Brooke’s slide by grabbing her hair and folding her backwards over the apron. When she realized the ref was in the teens on his count, she released Brooke’s hair and drove a quick elbow into her solar plexus. She allowed Brooke to collapse to the floor and climbed into the ring as the count reached 17.
The ref started a new count with one wrestler being on the outside of the ring now. Susan realized the switch and slid back out, causing yet another new count. Brooke was leaning on her right arm in a seated position trying to clear the cobwebs as Susan strode up behind her and dropped a knee right into the small of her already aching back. Susan then yanked Brooke up and rolled her back into the ring. After all, a count-out wouldn’t do anyone any good.
Susan rolled in and stayed right on top of Brooke, pulling her up yet again by the hair, this time whipping her into a corner. Brooke flew into the corner back-first, again forcing a pained grunt. She started to stagger forward out of the corner, still very unclear of how things got away from her in this match. Susan caught her in her stagger and wrapped her up in a wicked bear hug. Instantly Brooke’s back caught fire with pain as the wind was literally squeezed out of her. She grabbed on to Susan’s head and tried to breast smother her to break the hold. Her back just couldn’t take much more abuse. She had wondered earlier about Susan’s strength but was surprised at how much power she was able to exert with this hold. Susan sensed that Brooke might have a chance at smothering her, so she maintained the bear hug and drove her foe back into the corner slamming her back yet again. Brooke’s arms flew over the top ropes and she was clearly helpless. “You really want to put those in my face, you stupid blonde?” Susan asked as she pulled back on Brooke’s hair with her left hand. She then sunk her teeth into Brooke’s left tit. Brooke screamed as Susan whipped her head back and forth like a rabid dog. Susan barely heard the ref count 4 and released the hair and the tit. The ref stopped counting as Brooke tried to move her hands to cover her wounded breast. While she struggled to get her arms off the ropes, Susan attached her mouth to Brooke’s right tit. Again, screaming from Brooke and rabid head shaking from Susan. The ref again counted, getting Susan to halt her assault. As she stepped away from Brooke, though, she lifted her knee into Brooke’s crotch. The ref stepped in and separated the wildcat from her prey.
After she backed away, Susan reached back in and pulled Brooke out of the corner by her hair, leading her back to the center of the ring. As Brooke struggled to keep up with Susan, she tried to rub the pain from her wounded groin. Once into the center of the ring, Susan turned, placing Brooke into a front-face lock. As Brooke tried to figure a way to get back on the offensive, Susan dropped her head-first to the mat. A stunning DDT had put Brooke away. Susan rolled her up and got the pin, 1, 2 and 3. After the pin, Susan straddled her defeated foe’s chest, grabbed her hair and issued a sharp slap to her face. Brooke’s cheek stung as she groggily looked at her tormentor. “Remember this ass-whuppin when you think about tonight. Any time you want to think you might have a chance at winning something, I’ll be right there to remind you that I own you.”
With that, Susan dropped Brooke’s head back to the mat and left her in the ring, beaten and bruised. As she headed back to her dressing room, Kelly Carlson was waiting for her. Kelly was still feeling the ill-effect of having been beaten down by Ali Larter earlier in the evening.
“Susan, I wondered if we could talk about getting into the tag-team tournament this weekend. I fought Ali earlier tonight and I want another shot at her. The only way I’ll get it is this Saturday. I need a partner, though.”
“Why in the world would I partner with you? What’s in this for me? I saw your match and Ali beat you like a red-headed step-child.”
“Your first fight next week is against Ali. You could get a shot at putting some hurt on her before your match. The bonus points won’t hurt, either.”
“All right. Put us in. But you start every match in the ring. If you can’t get control and tag me into a good situation, you won’t get any help from me.”
“Deal. I’ll sign us up.”
Back in the ring, Brooke finally struggles back to her feet and works to get herself to the ropes and out of the ring. She’s thinking that Kim probably should have recovered enough to come help her. Maybe, though, Kim is too embarrassed to come back out. She thinks it’ll do her some good to get back to the room and get back home for the night and thinks nothing else of it.
As she makes her way slowly back to the dressing rooms, The PA announcer thanks the crowd for their attendance. He announces that there have been a few more additions to this weekend’s tag-team tournament which now will include the teams of Alba and Biel, Loken and Foster, Ward and Carlson, Simpson and Dushku, Larter and Elizabeth and Brooke Burns with Kim Smith. As for standings, night one has seen Jessica Simpson and Kelly Monaco earn 15 points each. Jessica Biel and Susan Ward each have 10 points. Ali Larter has 5 points while Eliza Dushku has 4 and Christina Aguilera 2. Brooke Burns, Kelly Carlson and Kim Smith all failed to record any points.