Back in the shower, Jessica Alba was just finishing up and getting ready to dry off when Victoria Silvestedt walked in. Jessica wasn’t ever intimidated by another woman, what with her naturally bronzed, curvaceous, 5’7 body. The pouty lips, piercing eyes, bubbly personality, this girl had it all. No other women didn’t intimidate her, until today. Victoria strode in, every bit of 5’11 with beautiful, long blonde hair, an amazingly fit and toned body with massive breasts that stood out on their own as if gravity didn’t exist there. She gazed at Jessica with her beautiful blue eyes, “Should I come back, or is this ok?” She let her bath robe slide off her back keeping her eyes on Jessica, who couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful body on display before her. “I mean, you are finished, right?”
Jessica still couldn’t bring herself to respond. She just continued to let her eyes work their way up Victoria’s body. The long legs, shapely hips, shaved pubic area, toned and flat belly, incredible chest (which held Jessica’s gaze for a good time), then the gorgeous face, where she found those steel blue eyes fixed on her. Finally, she came around, realizing the fool she was making of herself. “Uh, no. I’m dry. I mean, well, I’m gonna…”
“I understand,” Victoria interrupted. I get this a lot. You’re quite beautiful, too, you know. I could use a little help in here if, you know, you’re up for it.” As her words tailed off, she ran her finger along Jessica’s face, letting it stroke its way down her neck, forsaking the arms at the end of her shoulder and sliding down to her exquisite breast, gently teasing the nipple. “Please, I would really appreciate the company.”
Jessica put her hand around Victoria, resting it on the small of her back as she watched her nipple being playfully stroked. She clamped her teeth down on her lower lip, trying to suppress the pleasure it was bringing her, but her body betrayed her as it started to shudder.
“No,” she said, as she fought to regain her senses. She backed away from Victoria, a little further back into the shower. “I don’t, you know… I’ve never… Damnit!” The frustration was obvious.
“It’s ok. Really, you are very beautiful and I just want the company. You can stay.”
Victoria ran her fingers through Jessica’s wet hair as she closed the distance between them again. She gently grasped the back of Jessica’s head, pulled her close and pressed their lips together, forcing Jessica to respond in kind. They shared a deep, passionate kiss which had Jessica shuddering again. As Victoria tried to slide her left hand around Jessica’s waist, the bronzed beauty broke away again. She covered herself up as best she could and slid past Victoria like a berated school-girl. She grabbed her towel and robe, covered up and quickly exited without so much as a word. As she opened the door, Victoria said, “You’ll come around. You know you’re sexy and you know this is going to happen one day.” She then turned the shower on. She leaned against the wall letting the water poor over her head, shoulders and back. She thought of Jessica and pleasured herself, thinking about those luscious lips and where she’d like Jessica to put them.
Jessica stood outside her dressing room trying to wrap her head around the events that just took place. Did that really happen? Girls had come on to her before, but she never felt so drawn to one as she just did. Every part of her wanted badly to go back into that shower and finish what Victoria had so readily started. Finally, she composed herself and went in. She had a match coming up and she had worked too hard to let that escape her mind.

In the ring, we are ready to get our 4th match of the night started. The Garner/Loken battle was quite a tightly fought match and the crowd is ready to see some more wrestling. In one corner, Rachel Bilson is dancing back and forth on the balls of her feet. As badly as she wanted to be a part of this, she was disappointed when her buddy from The OC (Mischa Barton) refused to join. Rachel hasn’t taken her training very seriously, seeming to think this is more of a “slap and tickle” kind of deal she’s gotten involved in. Her opponent is standing in her corner, ready to go. Brittney Spears was one of the first celebrities to get involved in this and the crowd has been waiting to see what she brings to the ring. Brittney’s 5’5 body is looking phenomenal in her black bikini shorts and red bikini top. She is all business, staring down Rachel as she continues bounce around in her black bikini shorts and skin-tight black tank-top (which comes down to her belly button). At 5’2, she’ll be at a height disadvantage in any match and this one is no exception.
The ref signals the start of the match and Rachel steps out, holding her hand out to shake Brittney’s. Spears steps forward, grabs the arm and jerks Rachel into a quick knee to the gut. Rachel beds forward, grunting as Brittney continues to hold her arm out. Brittney jumps and drives her elbow down in to Rachel’s shoulder, forcing her to the mat face-first. Brittney concludes the move kneeling on one knee with Rachel’s arm still held firmly out and pointed towards the roof. She stands and drops her knee right back down on the shoulder, continuing to work on the wounded shoulder. She does not remove her knee as Rachel screams in pain, choosing instead to keep pressuring the arm and shoulder area. Rachel begins kicking her feet, further displaying the pain Brittney is causing her.
Finally, Brittney stands but continues her grip on Rachel’s wrist. She straddles Rachel’s head, switching hands and continuing, still, to keep the right arm elevated. She stomps her right heel down on the same shoulder again drawing a screaming protest from poor Rachel. She stomps again and again, driving her heel into Bilson’s shoulder another 5 times before finally relenting. She releases the wrist, allowing the arm to fall to the mat. She reaches down and grabs a hold of Rachel’s black hair, pulling her head up off the mat. Rachel’s head burns with pain as she cannot move her right arm under her to help hold her up. She finally gets her left arm under her to support her weight, relieving the pain in her head. Brittney, though, pulls her head all the way up her thighs securing it tightly against her crotch and starts to squeeze Rachel’s head with her powerful thighs.
This is an area that Brittney has been working hard with her instructor. Her legs are far stronger than most of the girls’ legs in the tournament. Her instructor taught her several ways to take advantage of fallen opponents with her legs to get her wins. Rachel’s head turns bright red and looks like it just might pop right off of her shoulders. Her cries of pain are muffled. After about 45 seconds, Brittney releases the hold, allowing Rachel to fall back to the mat.
Brittney reaches down and grabs her foe up by the hair yet again. This time, she steps around and pulls her all the way up facing her. She leans Rachel’s head on her shoulder then violently spins them both around and down to the mat executing a perfect neck-breaker. Rachel’s body shivers as pain shoots through every limb. She realizes that this is very serious and it becomes clear that she hasn’t trained well enough to protect herself. As she tries to feel her feet and hands, Brittney scoops her head up and places it in her lap. The men in the crown go wild, considering this a great place for their own heads. Brittney, however, ruins the dream by clamping down a figure-four head-lock. Rachel is trapped and cannot pry Brittney’s legs off of her. As she starts to black out, the ref asks if she submits. It hasn’t dawned on her until now that she had that option. She tries to tell him yes, but is overcome with sleep. The ref lifts her arm three times, seeing no resistance as it falls each time. He signals for the bell and Brittney protests.
“I haven’t pinned her. This is still a match.”
“Sorry, her arm dropping three times like that is considered a knock-out and, as such, a pin is awarded to you. Congratulations”
“But I didn’t want the pin yet. I need more points than just 10. This little bitch was supposed to be an easy 15 points. I need those points!!”
The ref doesn’t respond, he just turns to Rachel and tries to revive her to see if she’ll need help to the dressing room. Brittney realizes she won’t get anywhere with her argument and storms out of the ring furious. She doesn’t even respond to the fan appreciation she’s getting. She is obsessed with her failure to accumulate more points in such an easy match. As she leaves the ring area, she sees Josie Maran waiting her turn to head down to the ring. She’ll be involved in the night’s last fight. Brittney notices that Josie looks to have trained hard and has a little height to her at 5’7. She asks if Josie wants to participate in the tag-team tournament and Josie accepts. Brittney says she apologizes if she seems distracted and darts off to enter the team.