Celebrity Wrestling

Night 5, Match 2

Jessica Alba leaves Rachel Bilson's dressing room having set a schedule for her to train with Alba and her partner, Jessica Biel. As she leaves, she's still not convinced that Rachel will keep the scheduled appointments and she's a little concerned for her. Jessica buried Rachel in match one this evening (which just ended), but she knows that she held back a little. While she fears for what may happen to Rachel if she faces Jessica Simpson, Kristanna Loken or, even worse, Victoria Sivestedt, she understands that she can only do so much to help her. She's taken the first step with the offer of help. Rachel bears the burden of following through.

As Alba reaches her own dressing room, she notices the sudden rush-our like arrival of other wrestlers. Having finished off her opponent early, she's allowed the appreciative crowd an opportunity to handle-up on the business of concession-gathering and bathroom-using. She sees Brittney Spears (who's on deck for match 2) duck into her dressing room with an enormous bag. Certainly she doesn't need all of that to get ready for a match. Kelly Monaco paces the hall like she's going over information for a final exam she's crammed all night for. She feels a pair of hands gently rub her shoulders and turns to see Kim Smith behind her.

“You and that buddy of yours ready for tomorrow?” Kim asks.

Jessica doesn't move to break away from Kim as she responds, “Oh, we're more than ready. Jess told me last night that your partner wants her in the ring. I'm ok with letting her have what she wants, but maybe you should tell her to be careful what she asks for. What about you? You ready?”

“I get the idea that this will be as far as Brooke and I go as partners. Don't get me wrong, sex with her is amazing, but she doesn't have a lot of respect for me as a wrestler. I think after that first night, she decided she would look elsewhere if she needs a tag-team partner again.”

“What happened Monday?” asks Jessica, still enjoying her shoulder-rub.

“Let's just say that Jessica Simpson was pretty rough with me in the ring and it didn't stop there. Her and that Eliza chick are quite an evil little team. That Simpson, though…she is amazingly sexual. I've been with women before, but I don't think I've ever been so infatuated so quickly. She dominated me in the ring and, well, let's just say I don't mind being a little submissive sometimes.” As she speaks, Kim's hands start to work their way down the front of Jessica's body. As they creep under her one-piece (the Baywatch swimsuit she wore in her match) seeking to massage Alba's perfect breasts, Jessica gently stops them. “Are you sure you want me to stop? You don't really seem to mind what's going on here.”

Alba turns to face Kim, forcing her back a step. “Kim, I don't do that kind of thing. I appreciate your advance, but I'm hitting the showers and taking off. Besides, whatever you're feeling for me, odds are you won't feel the same after tomorrow. Good luck tonight.”

With that, Jessica Alba steps into her dressing room. Her body releases a quick shiver and she notices goose-bumps are covering her. She gathers herself and grabs her bag. She grabs her bath-robe and toiletries, placing them on the sink. As she slides out of her wrestling attire (having kicked the boots off already), she watches in the mirror as her body emerges from the outfit. She had never let herself recognize the stunning beauty of the female form, but she's starting to realize the appeal. She rubs her own breasts as she starts to think of her partner, Jessica Biel. In the deepest recesses of her mind, she figures she has always felt an attraction to her. She wishes Jessica was there with her now so she could explore the depth of those feelings. She blushes as she turns suddenly from the mirror, realizing she's letting this get to her too much. She slips her bath-robe on and glances at the TV. Still no wrestlers in the ring. She didn't realize she had dispatched Rachel so efficiently. She ties the robe in the front, the blue silk resting comfortably against her bronze body as it covers her down to mid-thigh. She grabs her shower things and heads out, wanting to get home quickly and rest up for tomorrow's tournament.

As she steps into the shower room, she hears water cascading off of another woman in the shower bay. She slides out of her robe, hanging it on a hook outside of the bay and steps in, turning on the water at the closest shower-head available. She can't see who the other woman showering is, but it doesn't matter at this point. Her focus is back to being solely on getting rested up for tomorrow. As the water finally warms, she steps under, allowing it to rain down on her, relaxing her as it does. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes and lets her face and hair feel the gentle patter of the shower water. She reaches for her soap, but her wandering hand can't locate it in the soap-dish. Before she can open her eyes to look, she feels a pair of hands begin to rub her shoulders and back with soap. Though she has no idea who has interrupted her shower, she doesn't move to stop her.

As if encourage by Jessica's lack of protest, the hands work their way to her front, lathering her belly, then making their way to her breasts. She feels the woman's body press against her from behind as the hands massage her pert breasts and the fingers start to tease her nipples, which are standing out in approval of the attention they are receiving. The left hand continues this massage as the right wonders south, neither hand holding the soap anymore. The woman behind her presses tenderly forward, forcing Jessica to put her hands against the wall as the right hand reaches its warm, wet target. Skillfully, the hand locates Alba's clitoris and begins to work it directly, bringing moans of pleasure from Jessica. Jessica's body releases in orgasmic explosion as her masseuse picks up the pace of her work, then, as if on queue, eases her through wonderful conclusion of the episode. Jessica's body weakens. She is helped back under the shower's comforting water, allowing an enjoyable rinse. It feels as though more than just the sweat and stink of the wrestling match is being rinsed. Almost like a whole level of her being is rinsing away.

As she recovers the strength to stand on her own, she feels the exquisitely soft pair of hands rub shampoo into her hair. The water is softly beating down on her heaving breasts. She reaches her hands behind her, grasping the gentle woman's shapely ass and squeezing her fingers into it. She starts to massage the woman, working her way inward and down to the thighs as the shampoo is rinsed from her hair. Feeling the fingers that had so masterfully worked her earlier running through her hair begins to turn Jessica on even more. She turns to face the woman, wrapping her arms around her as she does. Victoria Silvestedt looks down at her with a content smile as Jessica's hands rub her back. She pulls Jessica's face into her massive, magnificent chest and completes the shampoo rinse. As Victoria relaxes, allowing Jessica's head to lean back, Alba slides her tongue along the inside of her left breast, stopping at the areola and lovingly kissing the erect nipple.

“You're so lucky that I have to get ready for a match. You wouldn't feel much like wrestling tomorrow if I had the time to show you how much more I can do for you. We'll have another chance, though. I can see you're starting to realize how erotic being with a woman can be. For now, though, this will have to do. I'll stop by and see if you're still here after my match, but I'm guessing you'll be long-gone by then. If not, I hope your Partner can handle tomorrow's tournament on her own. Later”

With that, Victoria strides confidently out of the shower bay. Jessica's eyes follow the blonde amazon's body as she towels off and dons her own bath-robe. Before she turns to leave, Victoria blows Jessica kiss. With that, she exits, leaving Jessica alone in the shower to contemplate the evening's events.

In the ring, we are finally ready to start our second match. Brittney Spears dances in her corner, excitedly anticipating the start of the match. She's wearing a blue, cotton pair of jogging shorts that hug her ever so tightly across the ass, white wrestling boots and a red string-bikini top. Her outfit ably displays the wonderful shape she's gotten herself into for this tournament. Christina Aguilera stares across at Brittney with a menacing look that advertises the hate she feels for her competitor. Aguilera wears a black bustier, black thong briefs and black wrestling boots. Her mood is made fouler when Brit blows her a kiss as the ref starts the match.

Christina charges across the ring, looking to get the upper hand with a violent early assault. Brittney sees it coming, though, and as Christina approaches, she's able to grab her and quickly lock her up in a full-nelson. She uses Aguilera's own momentum and slams her into the corner buckling, maintaining the hold and driving her own body into Christina's. Brittney taunts, “It's over already and you probably don't even realize it. This is going to be the worst night of your life and I'm so glad I get to put you thorough it.” With that, she draws her right arm back, maintaining a half-nelson with the left. She drives her fist into Chris' kidneys over and over. The warnings from the ref are ignored as Brittney pounds her trapped opponent.

When the ref finally forces her off of Christina, Brittney reaches down and grabs her ankles, lifting them and pulling them out of the corner. Aguilera falls forward, her head slamming the middle and lower turn buckles as she does. She's face-down on the mat, now, with her legs held up by her hated rival. Brittney viciously kicks her groin, taking full advantage of Christina's helpless position. Aguilera cannot defend herself as Spears continues to torment her. Kicking her 7 times. 8 times. She continues the assault. 12 times. Christina is screaming in pain as Brittney refuses to relent. After the twentieth kick, Christina's screams have turned to sobs. Brittney drops her feet and steps over Christina, straddling her back. She wrenches Christina's back into a camel clutch, and as her foe screams again, she reaches around, latching on to her breasts. The submission doesn't stop the torture as the ref has to count Brittney off of her.

At the restart, Brittney drags Christina to the middle of the ring by her right ankle. When she gets there, she starts an assault on the right knee, stomping the exposed limb repeatedly. Christina's sobs have gotten louder, but she's offering no resistance to her merciless enemy. Brittney continues to hold the right ankle as she positions her self for the Indian knee lock. She drops to the mat with her foot on Christina's right knee and having locked Aguilera's foot against her thigh. As she flops to the mat, the calf is forced to the side and down to the mat, contorting the knee in a way it isn't meant to move. Again, Aguilera screams as Brittney further complicates the hold by twisting her torso off the mat and locking a modified abdominal stretch. This serves to further drive the calf down, too, actually increasing the pain in her knee as well. Before she can muster the will to submit, though, Brittney is able to reach around with her right hand and cover Christina's mouth and pinch her nose. Panic has set in as Christina realizes that Brittney means to injure her. It's bad enough that she will clearly lose the bet and suffer various indignities at the hands of her worst enemy, she's starting to fear for her very life as Brittney maniacally continues to abuse her. She finally releases the mouth, only to move her hand down to Christina's breast and cruelly squeeze. Aguilera screams another submission, and endures the holds until the ref forces the break.

“Please, Brit. You made your point. You got me. Let's just end this, ok?” Christina pleads. “Really, I get it. I don't want any more of this. Please.”

“Oh, you're gonna get it all right. You're gona get it all fucking night. Save your breath, bitch. You're mine and I'm loving this.”

The ref signals restart and a sobbing Christina gets whipped around to her back. Brittney grabs the wounded leg and again stomps it. After a good five or six stomps, she locks up a figure-four leg lock. Again, the air is pierced with the screams of a battered Christina Aguilera. The crowd is roaring its approval of the brutal assault Brittney has employed. She's soaking up the adulation as the ref counts her off of the hold. She didn't even hear the submission this time and asks the ref if she did. He confirms her 3 rd submission and Brittney releases. During the break, Spears drags Aguilera to a corner as the ref protests. Christina is beyond the point of protest as her limp body allows Brittney to position her as she will. She gets Christina's feet over to the corner as far as she can and when she lets go, the ref signals restart.

Brittney jumps out of the ring, prompting the ref to start a twenty-count. She reaches around the corner post and is easily able to grasp an ankle in each hand. Before Christina realizes her predicament, Spears yanks her ankles, slamming her pussy into the corner post. Christina's torso convulses up as Brittney continues to grind her crotch into the post. She leans back like she skiing on a lake and the screams continue. The ref's count is starting to get high, so Brittney releases and climbs into the ring only to climb right back out. She grabs the pained right leg of her opponent and slams the knee into the corner post, again drawing a screaming protest. She slams the knee again, this time keeping it pressed against the post as she continues to pull the calf. Again Christina's knee is being bent awkwardly. At the count of 15, Brittney relents, grabs the left ankle and slams Christina's crotch into the post one more time, barely getting back into the ring in time.

Christina's tears are pouring while she continues to take abuse after abuse. Brittney's assault rages on as she drags Christina back to the ring's center. She places her in a figure-four headlock, looking to further weaken her opponent and take another submission point. Christina, though, is too beaten down to surrender and before she knows it, Brittney has put her to sleep. The ref signals a ten-point victory for Brittney and forces her off of the hold. Brittney is furious that she has been cheated out of the extra submission holds, but comforts herself in the knowledge that this disappointment only adds fuel to a fire that Christina won't be able to put out. She grabs Christina's hair and drags her around the ring, showing her off to the crowd. She leaves her at the side of the ring, slides out and grabs Aguilera's thong, dragging her to the arena floor and ending her slumber. She lifts her fallen prey easily over her shoulder, bearing her tight, round ass for all to see. As she exits, she slaps Christina's ass repeatedly, even allowing some patrons to get in a whack or two.

“I'm gonna tear her up tonight, folks,” She brags as she's leaving. “Believe that. This ass is mine tonight. And I mean ALL NIGHT.”