As Shannon Elizabeth made her way back to her dressing room, she ran into Jessica Simpson and Eliza Dushku, literally. Jessica, walking at a very fast pace, bumped her with her shoulder as she was striding past Shannon. In her condition, she was spun, off-balance into the path of Eliza Dushku who was also walking with a purpose. Eliza shoved Shannon out of her way, inconsiderately slamming her into the wall. Shannon hit the wall with her wounded shoulder, causing her to wince in pain. “Damn, ladies! A little respect for those of us who are wrestling tonight can’t be too much to ask for, can it?” She got no response from the two preoccupied princesses. She continued on to her dressing room hoping the trainer could work out some of the pain she was feeling. She had no idea that Sarah Foster would be so tough and it was causing her to reevaluate her chances at winning this tournament. She had gotten into far too good of shape to be pondering her future in this thing, she thought…
Meanwhile, Rachel Bilson was relaxing in her dressing room, drinking water and watching the closed-circuit TV in her bath robe as she heard a knock on the door. “Come in”, she yelled, not wanting to be disturbed. With that, Christina Aguilera entered, looking a little ragged after her match last night. She was dressed in loose sweat pants and a huge t-shirt that came down to her thighs.
“Rachel, could I bug you for a minute?” she asked, sheepishly, as she entered the room.
“Oh, man. Christina. Come on in. I’m a fan of yours. I mean the singing, obviously. I love your music. Heard you had a rough night last night, though. You ok?”
“I’m fine. A little sorer today than I was last night, but it’ll wear off. Wanted to know if you might want to get into the tag-team tournament this weekend. I need the points and thought you might want to get a jump in the standings, too.”
“Certainly. I’d love to team with you. Count me in. Hey, you and Brittney Spears still at odds?”
“I’ll always be at odds with her. She’s a no-talent slut. I hope you beat her senseless tonight. Either way, I get her on Friday and I’m gonna make sure she can’t walk for a week. There’s gonna be a lot of hate in the ring that night. Anyway, I’ll get us in, but I gotta take off after that. I’d like to stick around and watch your match, but I’m gonna get home to my hot tub”.
As she left, Brittney spears was checking in to the dressing room next door. “How you feeling, bitch? Surprised you’re even on your feet today after the ass-whupin you took yesterday. Looks like it might be a long week for you ending with a lot of pain on Friday.”
Christina knew she couldn’t get into a confrontation here in the condition she was in, but she just couldn’t let that slide. “Look, cunt, I’m going to beat you senseless Friday. Afterwards, I’m gonna drag your skanky ass back to my dressing room and make you my bitch all night long. You’re gonna beg to please me.”
Brittney lunged at her, pinning her to the wall by her throat. “I’m in for that. Loser pleases the winner all night. Oh, you’re going to regret this. Look at you, you’re terrified right now. Maybe I should let you come on in to the dressing room here and get started?” She drove her fist into Christina’s ribs and then let her collapse to the floor curled up. “I own you, Chris. Your mouth just wrote a check your ass is going hate cashing, if you know what I mean.” With that, she left Aguilera gasping on the floor and laughed her way into her dressing room.

Meanwhile, our second match is about to get started. Victoria Silvestedt is in the ring looking across at her opponent, Elisha Cuthbert. At 5’11, Victoria towers over a lot of women and the ref’s pre-match meeting was no exception as Cuthbert gives up 7 inches in height. Victoria made sure she spent the whole meeting staring down at her opponent, working to intimidate her. I have to admit, when Victoria signed on for this tournament, I wandered if she would bring anything to the ring other than a fantastic body and beautiful blonde hair. This woman, though, really got into working out for this and her voluptuous frame added lots of muscle. She is more than just a tower of beauty, she is a tower of power. It shows, too. She is an awesome sight in her black one-piece. It’s cut incredibly high in the thighs and can barely contain her massive breasts. She is all business, though as she stares across at Elisha in her red bikini, hopping around waiting for the bell. She looks very much like a mouse in a Boa’s cage, albeit a very beautiful mouse.

The referee signals the start of the match and Victoria strides across the ring to engage her foe. Elisha does a front roll to her right to escape, pops up and dances away from Victoria. Silvestedt turns around looking to go after Cuthbert again. She manages to stop, though, as Cuthbert does another roll. This time, when Elisha pops up, the busty blonde is waiting for her. She grabs Elisha by the hair, runs her to the corner and drives her forehead into the turnbuckle. She continues to drive the smaller blonde’s head into the turnbuckle about 12 more times, then drags her back out to the center of the ring. Elisha’s legs are wobbly and she has some difficulty keeping up with the Amazon. When the get to the center, Victoria grabs her foe up and slams her hard to the mat. Elisha has no time to try and escape as Victoria grabs her up again and this time drives her down over her outstretched knee in a debilitating back-breaker. She doesn’t release Elisha after contact with the knee, though, incredibly she lifts her back up and slams her over the knee again. For good measure, she does it a third time. The crowd is gasping at the dominance that blonde monster is displaying.
After the third back-breaker, she lifts Cuthbert again and walks her back to the corner. She slams Cuthbert’s back into the top turnbuckle and allows her to slide down head-first, locking her feet under the middle rope and leaving her dangling from her knees from the top rope. Cuthbert is in a very defenseless position and Victoria begins to stomp away at her mid section. The ref starts counting and at four (after 6 gut shots) he steps between the competitors and tries to free Elisha’s legs. Victoria steps back in, though, brushing the ref aside and stomps viciously into Cuthbert’s crotch. Pain explodes through Elisha’s body as Victoria repeats the ruthless move two more times before the ref can separate her from her victim again. Cuthbert’s body spasms as the ref finally releases her from her trap.
Victoria wastes no time as she yanks Cuthbert up by the hair. She bends her over and lifts her by her torso over right shoulder forcing her back to bend awkwardly. As she holds her this way, Victoria again takes her to the center of the ring. Cuthbert is screaming in pain now and finally submits as Victoria leaps into the air causing an abrupt jerking motion for Elisha’s back. The ref starts the count as Victoria again leaps. Any more of this and Cuthbert’s back might just break. The ref reaches 4 and Victoria unceremoniously drops her foe to the mat. Elisha can barely decide what to cover up as her crotch and her back have suffered enormous amounts of pain.
Before she decides, the ref signals to continue and Victoria drags her up by her hair again. “Please wait. Please, I’m really hurt and I need a time out,” Cuthbert says as Victoria again lifts her little body and slams it down across her knee. “Oh, god. Please stop. Really, I can’t take this,” Cuthbert pleas, to no avail. Victoria grasps her by the throat with one hand and places the heel of her other hand right above Elisha’s crotch. As she folds her back over the knee, she digs her fingers into her victim’s crotch. Elisha tries to scream, but she can’t get any words out because of the choke. She is trying to submit, but she’s too terrified to realize the words aren’t coming out. Finally, the ref recognizes the submission and starts the count. At four, Victoria releases her and laughs as Elisha’s magnificent body shudders in pain on the mat in front of her.
As the match is signaled to continue, Victoria again latches onto her foes hair jerking her forcefully off the mat. She forces Elisha’s head between her legs and lifts her by her torso again, this time only to drive her down in a thunderous power slam. Elisha’s body still quivers in spasms of pain, but her mind is starting to shut her senses down due to the overwhelming abuse she’s taking. Victoria drags her up again, lifting her into a powerful bear-hug, Elisha’s body dangles in her tormentor’s arms. She again offers a submission. Victoria tightens her grip through the ref’s count, then drops her to the mat again at the 4 count. The ref pulls Victoria aside and instructs her to either finish this, or he’ll declare a “no contest” and award her the match with the points she’s acquired. “What about my other two submission points?” Victoria inquired, realizing the importance of racking up points in the standings.
“Look,” replied the ref, “Your choices at this point are 10 for the pin or 1 for another submission and the match ends. She can’t continue and we both know that. She has a career outside of this ring, though, and I’m not going to put her health at further risk for your enjoyment. I’ll submit a report to the governing body recommending the 2 points be awarded and hopefully they’ll do so, considering your kind actions and dominance of the match.”
With that, Victoria stomped over to her beaten, broken rival, rolled her up and pinned her. After the ref counted 3, they continued their discussion and security helped Elisha to her dressing room. One of the board members came down to check on Elisha as she was carted out. After he checked on her, he headed to the ring and participated in the discussion with Victoria and the ref. After about 5 minutes, they all vacated the ring with Victoria looking satisfied.