Celebrity Wrestling

Night 3, Match 5

Jessica Alba was still walking gingerly, showing signs of the abuse she had taken since the conclusion of her match. She had never been so humiliated as when she discovered her top had been removed during the action after her hard-fought victory over Jessica Simpson. When her humiliation had given way to anger, she confronted Simpson in her dressing room, demanding her top back. During the ensuing argument, she had been tackled from behind and beaten mercilessly again. Simpson and her partner, Eliza Dushku, worked Alba over, assaulting her most feminine areas. Alba, at this point, just wanted to get home. Shannon Elizabeth, who had efforted to help Alba out of her predicament in Simpson's dressing room had just left to go check on her partner (Ali Landry) and Alba had gotten undressed, hoping a quick shower could help wash away the embarrassment she felt.

As she entered the shower room, she hung her towel and robe. She stopped at a sink and looked in the mirror at the damage done to her breasts. Normally full, pert and bronzed, they were bruised and tender. She wanted to rub them, but thought better of it, not wanting to awake any sleeping pain. She had trained hard for this tournament and felt capable of winning. She stepped back, allowing the mirror to get better coverage of her entire body and checking herself out. The training had firmed her up in all the right places and she was beginning to regain her confidence as she turned to the shower. Her thoughts drifted to last night, when Victoria Silvestedt had been in the shower room with her. She chuckled as she thought of how Victoria had intimidated her and how sheepish she had felt. She was glad she didn't have that to deal with this evening.

In the ring, Eliza Dushku and Kelly Carlson are ready to wrestle the evening's last match. Eliza paces in her corner like a caged tiger. She's still riding the high of having beaten Jessica Alba down a little while ago. Wearing a red string bikini with yellow polka-dots and yellow wrestling boots, she is hungry for more action. In the other corner, Kelly Carlson has a determined look about her as she bounces in her corner. Her first match having been quite a disappointment, she wants to redeem herself tonight against a wrestler who some consider a favorite in the tournament. She's wearing a white bikini bottom and maroon tank-top that clings to her voluptuous form, just making it down to her belly button. White wrestling boots complete the outfit. The ref signals the start of the match and both wrestlers step to the center.

Kelly raises her hand, offering a test of strength. Eliza responds by raising her own hand as a distraction as she stomps the inside of Kelly's right knee. As Kelly bends to grab her knee, trying to hobble away from Eliza, she's pulled by her hair into a front face-lock. Eliza starts to rain punches down on Kelly's kidneys, relentlessly pounding away at the blonde beauty's back. Kelly tries to drop to a knee, but Eliza remains upright, gripping the face-lock even tighter and forcing her to remain standing or choke. As Kelly regains her balance, Eliza drives her elbow down on the kidney area causing Kelly to scream. After another elbow to the kidney, Kelly collapses to the mat. Eliza is a little off balance as Kelly collapses, so she goes to the mat with her, continuing the front face-lock. As they get to the mat, Eliza switches around, placing Kelly in a full nelson. As she does, she pulls back on Kelly's torso, bending her back and causing pain to course through her body. Kelly submits quickly, but Eliza just pulls back even further, ratcheting up the pain as much as possible. She finally releases as the ref hits 4 on his count.

Eliza stands over Kelly as the ref waits out the break period. Kelly tries to crawl away from her as the ref signals restart and Eliza reaches down and grabs the white bikini bottom, dragging her back. Kelly is on her hands and knees as Eliza finally releases her bikini only to latch on to her hair. She pulls her into a seated position on her knees and wraps her arm around her head from behind, locking in a painful dragon sleeper. Kelly's back is, once again, bent backwards as her head is locked up under Eliza's right arm. Quickly, she again taps out. Eliza responds, again, by tightening the hold as much as possible, making the 4 count seem to take an eternity for Kelly. Eliza releases the hold just as Kelly is about to pass out.

At the restart, Kelly hasn't left her spot, sitting right in front of her tormentor. Eliza wraps her arms around Kelly's head, trapping her in a sleeper. Kelly is powerless to stop the hold and almost instantly goes limp in Eliza's arms. Dushku squeezes the hold tighter as the ref checks Kelly for consciousness. Not getting any responds, he signals the end of the match and orders the hold broken. Angered by this, Eliza releases Kelly and screams at the ref. She tries to explain that she didn't tap and the match should continue. The ref finally explains that a knock-out is, essentially a pin and he has awarded Eliza her 10 points for pinning Kelly and 2 submission points. Eliza is still angry, not being able to get her full 15 points, and stomps over to Kelly ready to exact a manner of revenge. The ref anticipates this, though, and restrains Eliza. This allows security to get in and get Kelly out of the ring. After she's gone, the ref allows Eliza to exit. She's still angry and still worked up in a blood-thirsty frenzy.

As she enters her dressing room, Jessica Simpson congratulates her on her win. She asks about the situation with the knock-out and agrees that Eliza got robbed. She's glad, though, that they found that out. She didn't know about the knock-out rule, either. Having barely worked up a sweat, Eliza slides on a pair of grey sweat-shorts that are cut very, very short. She tosses s shirt into her gym bag and her and Jessica start out of the room. Jessica has on a pair of jean shorts (Daisy Dukes) and a tight, white t-shirt through which you can still make out her American Flag bikini top. She's wearing Jessica Alba's red bikini top as a necklace. As they head to the exit that leads to the parking lot, they see Alba standing by the door, rifling through her gym bag.

“You looking for your bikini top, hon?” Jessica taunts as they approach. “You won't find it in there, but if you think you've got what it takes, come get it.”

Jessica, wearing grey jogging shorts folded out at the waist and a blue half-shirt, looks up at her antagonist. “Don't you two have anything better to do? You want my bikini top, you can have it. Would you like me to sign it for you, or would you prefer I just write 15-0 on there?”

Simpson laughs and replies “Didn't think you'd be up for it. You know how it'll end up if you try me again. I'll bust up that pretty little face of yours and then where will you be? Of course, you're still talking about points as if they matter. I don't care about scores, I just want to mess you up. Why don't you show me how you got those points? Come here and teach me a thing or two. I'm dying to learn from the master.” Her sarcasm was easily detected.

“Look, I'm just trying to find my keys and get home. I'm really not interested in you or what you want.”

Eliza moves around Alba as Simpson approaches her. “You're not understanding me very well. You'd better start getting interested in what I want because it affects you. I want to beat you down again and make you beg me to stop. I want you to fear me every time you walk into this building. I want you to know that if I'm just having a bad day and want to take it out on some one, you can't stop me from taking it out on you. Matter of fact, how ‘bout I just beat your ass again and drag you back to my place? You still think it doesn't matter to you what I want?” As she finishes, she get right up into Alba's face. Poking her in the chest, Simpson continues, “Am I getting through to you, dingbat?”

Alba grabs for Simpson's finger and as she does, Dushku grabs her hand and yanks it behind her back in a hammer lock. Simpson slams a fist straight into Alba's gut causing her to groan. As she tries to fall, Dushku holds her up. “Uh oh,” Simpson says. “Looks like some one bit off more than she can chew again”

As she drives another fist into Alba's gut, another voice calls out. “Hey! What's going on?”

Simpson turns to the new player in this little game and sees Victoria Silvestedt heading towards them. Victoria is wearing a skimpy, white t-shirt that has to be about three sizes too small to cling to her curvy figure the way it does. Her enormous, beautiful breasts look as though they could break through the material at any moment. In fact, as obvious as it is that there isn't a bra helping those magnificent tits defy gravity, it looks as though they are trying to cut their way out. She's also wearing black jogging shorts that look painted on. Victoria has long been proud of her amazing body and she certainly hasn't gone out of her way to try to hide it this evening.

“Jessica and I were just discussing her opinion of the things that I want,” Simpson replies as she punches Alba in the gut again. “Weren't we, Jessica?”

Alba's only response is to gasp for breath. Victoria finally makes it to the group as Simpson's 4 th punch buries itself in Alba's gut. “Well, I think the discussion's over,” Victoria tells her. “I highly recommend that you let her go.”

Simpson turns to Victoria, who towers above her. As she's about to respond, a couple of security folks start making there way towards the foursome. They have a good distance to go to get to them, but clearly Simpson and Dushku are done with their fun for the evening. “All-right, robo-Vicki. Settle down. I don't want you to pop a silicone pack or anything. We'll leave the little bitch alone for now.” She turns toward Alba and says, “She knows what I want by now, I think. See you soon, girly.”

With that, Dushku releases Alba and she falls into Victoria's arms as they leave. Alba leans heavily on Victoria, not able to support herself. Her head rests on Victoria's comforting breasts and her arms are wrapped around her, resting on her tight ass. Victoria holds Jessica up with her arms under her shoulders. “You ok, Jessica?” she asks as Alba starts to get her breath back.

Alba steps in closer to her savior, getting her balance back as her breath returns. “I'm better because of you. I don't know what the deal is with those two, but they've got a taste for violence. Thanks for helping me out.” Her head is still resting comfortably on Victoria's breasts and her arms are still around her waist.

Victoria, realizing that Jessica can stand on her own power now, runs her fingers through her hair. “Hey, you know I'd do anything for you.” As she completes her sweep through Alba's hair, Jessica looks up into those piecing blue eyes. She closes her eyes and moves in for a kiss. As she does, Victoria separates from her. “I'm just glad I was here to help. Nice match tonight. Take care, beautiful.” And with that, she slips out of the building and heads to her car.