Celebrity Wrestling

Night 5, Match 3

By Coach26

Jessica Biel casually strolls into the building using the competitors' entrance. She doesn't have a match tonight, but she made the decision at the apartment to come out and check to see how her partner, Jessica Alba, had done in her match. She also wanted to get a good rub-down from the training staff to help relax her for the Saturday tournament. She is wearing a very short pair of blue sweat-shorts (cut-offs, actually) and a red t-shirt with an American flag across the chest. As she heads down the hallway looking for Alba's dressing room, she sees Brittney Spears charging towards her. She's carrying someone over her shoulder and looks very much in a hurry. So much so, Brittney doesn't even notice Jessica and accidentally bumps her as she blows by. Jessica gets a good look at the body draped over Brittney's shoulder and realizes its Christina Aguilera. Christina is just dangling lifelessly as Spears hurries towards her dressing room. Jessica jogs after them to see what's up, fearing Christina may have gotten jumped by raucous fans or something.

“Hey!” she calls as Spears gets her door opened. “Is she all right? Do we need to call somebody?”

Spears replies, “Just mind your own business. I've got this all under control. This bitch has a debt to pay. And pay, and pay and pay. If you've got a problem with that, you can help her pay her debt off. You want some of this?”

Instinctively, Jessica is ready to respond in the positive and teach Brittney a thing or two. She thinks better of it, though, before the matter can escalate and stops well short of Brittney's room. She sees Spears launch Aguilera's body into her room and turn to make sure Alba wasn't continuing after her. A wicked smile emerges on Brittney's face as she realizes that Jessica has lost interest in her pursuit. Jessica watches as Brittney ducks into her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She turns and heads back towards her partner's room, still not very sure what to make of what she saw.

She knocks at Alba's door and from inside she hears, “Go away and just leave me alone.”

“Jess, it's me, your partner. Are you ok? Can I come in?” Biel replies. She's starting to regret making her way to the arena, but she's curious what's going on with Alba. Jessica quickly opens the door, peeking out. She sees Jessica Biel and pulls her quickly into the room. Alba is wearing only a pair of cotton panties.

“Oh, wow. You are a sight for sore eyes. Get in here.” Jessica Alba seems a little nervous. “I am so glad you're here.”

“What's going on?” Biel inquires.

“This has just been a weird night. Seems like everyone is just going crazy around here. I'm just happy you came. What's up with you?”

Biel, still curious, let's Alba know she just wanted to check on her and see the trainers. She can't help but notice that Alba is covered in goose-bumps. “What's happened with you, Jess? You won your match, right?”

Alba responds, “Oh, yes. Can you believe that Rachel actually tried to punch me? It was pretty funny, really. I played to the crowd a lot, though, trying to make sure we get a lot of support tomorrow. Oh, and after the match, I offered Rachel the opportunity to train with us a little. I do feel bad for her. I didn't think you'd mind.”

“No, that's ok,” says Biel. “Even if I have to wrestle her later in the tournament, I doubt she'll get to our level before then. Soft as she is, I don't see her even coming to the training.”

Alba has slipped on a white t-shirt and is pulling a pair of jeans up as she responds, “I was thinking the same thing after I talked to her about it. She's going to run into some one, though, that's really going to try and injure her. I just hope she shows and we can help her with some defensive maneuvers and try to keep her healthy.”

Jessica Biel still doesn't hear anything that explains the goose-bumps or nervousness. She starts investigating, “So, is that what's got you so worked up? I mean, you were really nervous when I got here. Scared even. Your body is covered with goose-bumps. What's going on?”

“Oh, it's just been weird here tonight. After I talked to Rachel, Kim Smith and I had a little talk. She kinda made a pass at me. I told her I wasn't interested but she started telling me about how she likes sex with women and stuff. It just wasn't a conversation I would have expected to have. I told her we'd likely start you against her partner tomorrow, though. I know how much you want to get your hands on her. Any way, after that, I watched the end of Brittney's match. She pounded Christina and carried her out of the ring. She was saying stuff that makes me think those two are more intimate than I might have thought. I just want to go home.”

“Just relax,” Biel says as she steps towards Alba. She wraps her arms around her and says, “Hey, it's all right. You go on home and I'll get with the trainers and be right behind you. We both need a good night's rest tonight, anyway.”

Alba nods her head and hugs Biel back. As she pulls her partner close, Alba rubs her back. She works her hands downward on Biel's back and as she reaches the small of her back, she pulls her hands away, grasping her hips. As they release the hug, she holds Biel's hips a little longer, pressing their pelvises together as she does. She looks into her partner's dark eyes and says, “Thank you so much. I'll see you at home.” With that, she releases and heads out the door. Biel's body shivers a little as Alba exits. She's never felt so awkward and she's trying to get a grasp on what just happened. The embrace with Alba was supposed to supportive but it ended up feeling rather sensual. She shakes off the thoughts of her and Alba and calls the trainer before she realizes that Alba left her bag. She figures she can just take it with her when she leaves and give it to her at home.

Alba strolls towards the exit, wondering what Biel thought about the embrace. She had never felt any kind of urge to be sexually involved with another woman, but she was finding herself more and more attracted to Jessica all the time. The encounters with Victoria didn't help matters as she was really opening Alba's eyes to the possibility of that kind of relationship. Victoria's magnificent body just captivated Alba and she knew she would need to keep her distance. As she approached the door, Eliza Dushku came into the building. She giggled as she crossed paths with Alba. Jessica turned to face her.

“Something strike you as funny, Dushku?” Jessica asked. She was unaware that Jessica Simpson was standing at the door (glass door) ready to enter as well.

“Sure enough,” Eliza replied. “It is really funny how easily you get yourself into the worst predicaments without even trying. I mean, look, there you are, walking around with those lovely tits perked up just lost in thought and what happens? You walk right into an ass-kicking.”

“I'm just heading home,” Jessica replies as Simpson comes in the door behind her. “You can't…” Her response is interrupted by a stiff punch to her kidneys. The wind rushes out of her and she drops to a knee, still not fully aware of what's happening. Jessica Simpson traps Alba in a full nelson, locking it in before Alba can move to defend herself.

“Fancy running into you, here, pretty girl. Were you and Eliza having a private conversation, or can I join?” Simpson says to Alba, taunting her. She gets Alba up off of her knee, maintaining the full nelson and Eliza steps in and launches punch after punch into her stomach and tits. Alba is helpless and with the wind being driven out of her, she can't call for help. Dushku works her like a champion boxer, jabbing the breasts and upper-cutting the belly and ribs. Left to the tit. Right to the ribs. Left to the ribs. There is no escape for Alba and Eliza is continuing her merciless assault. She steps closer to Alba and grabs her by the hair, lifting her head to make eye contact.

She starts to taunt her some more when she feels a sharp pain in her crotch. Her cockiness had gotten the better of her as Alba was able to lift her knee into Eliza's groin. The light blue miniskirt she's wearing offers no protection for Dushku and she drops to the floor on her knees in front of Alba. Before Simpson realizes what's happened, Alba wraps her long sexy legs around Dushku's head. She has her trapped in a powerful head-scissors and is squeezing for all she's worth. Simpson sees the perilous situation her partner's in and releases the full nelson. She starts to drive her fist into Alba's kidney again, but her arm is grabbed from behind.

Jennifer Garner has entered through the same door and stopped Simpson's attempt to help her friend. She tosses Jessica Simpson to the floor and steps between her and the two battlers. Dushku's head is dark red and looks as though it might pop right off her shoulders any minute now. Alba finally releases her and while Eliza gasps for air, she's dragged to her feet. Alba locks on a front-face lock and before Eliza realizes what kind of trouble she's in, Alba drops her to the tile floor in a vicious DDT. Dushku is out.

“Jessica,” Alba says to Simpson as she gets back to her feet, “I've had enough of you and your little friend. Tomorrow, please make it to the finals in that tournament. I want you. I'm gonna end this little thing and I'm not going to leave any doubt. You're lucky that I'm not gonna beat you down right now. I have too much respect for Jennifer for that. She'll bust you up in the ring, then I'll finish you tomorrow. Later, bitch.”

With that, Alba leaves and Garner heads to her dressing room laughing. Simpson rushes to Eliza and checks on her. She is out cold, not moving at all apart from breathing.

In the ring, Kim Smith and Kelly Carlson are done with the ref's meeting and ready to go. Kelly Carlson looks beaten already in her corner. She's 4 inches shorter and 7 years older than her tall, sexy opponent. She's already experienced beatings at the hands of Eliza Dushku and Ali Larter (who was since badly beaten by another wrestler). She's staring at Kim, wishing she could be that young again. Wishing she could ever be that tall. She couldn't help but wonder how many times she'd been turned down for jobs in favor of women who look like Kim. She glanced down at herself, amazingly sexy in her own right wearing a white thong and bikini top with white boots. But she never looked like Kim.

For her part, Kim recognizes Kelly's awe. She's seen women before, sexy women, who knew they weren't even in her league. Not something she usually looks to capitalize on, she relishes the mental advantage she enjoys here. Her dark blue string bikini and white boots cover very little of her and she knows this is very intimidating to her foe. As Kelly continues to stare, Kim bends over to stretch her hamstring muscles. She's turned herself so that Kelly is staring at her beautiful, heart-shaped ass. She runs her hands up her legs as she straightens back out, emphasizing their length and shape. Kelly is frustrated as she notices the ref hasn't started the match yet because he's staring, too. She completes her stretch and he comes to his senses, starting the match.

Kim and Kelly meet in the center of the ring and lock arms. It doesn't take long for Kim to start driving Kelly back into her corner. Kelly cannot overcome the leverage advantage Kim has. As she forces Kelly into the corner, Kim presses their bodies together, sensually trapping her blonde opponent.

“You like my body, don't you?” Kim asks, tauntingly. She's rubbing her perfect breasts against Kelly's and working them up towards her face. I can tell you want me right now. If I told you I'd let you pleasure me all night, you'd let me pin you right now. I've dealt with women like you before. Pretty enough, but just not me. Well, I like your look, even if you are old. After this beating, look me up and I'll let you have your way. For now, though…”

Kim ends the taunting with a knee to Kelly's groin. Kelly's eyes close. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't make a sound. Kim steps back to the center of the ring after placing Kelly's arms over the top ropes. She rushes the corner and as she approaches, she lifts her knee, driving into Kelly's chin. Her head snaps back like a beaten boxer's and light flashes across her eyes in a spark. Then all is black. Kelly drops to the floor slamming down on her chest and face without so much as twitch to protect herself. Kim latches on to her blonde hair and drags her lifeless body to the center of the ring. She rolls Kelly over, and pins her, ending the match. She waves to the crowd as she exits the ring. Oddly, her thoughts are still wandering back to the encounter she had with Jessica Alba. It was weird to her that Jessica had been able to resist her advance. She considered the idea of giving it another go.

Meanwhile, in Brittney Spears' dressing room, things are not going so well for Christina Aguilera. After she threw Christina into her room, Brittney had stripped her down. She had demanded that Aguilera bring her to orgasm prior to the end of the next match. Christina tried to object and beg her way out, but she was quickly beaten into the realization that her tormentor would have no talk of mercy or forgiveness. Christina couldn't do anything right as she started trying to massage Brittney's womanhood. Brittney slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor. She instructed Christina that she didn't want to orgasm in her wrestling attire. First Christina tried to remove the clothes too slow, then too fast. This was how it went as Christina found herself literally thrown around the room in one rebuke after the next. She had finally been allowed the opportunity to fulfill her responsibility as the Smith/Carlson match started. She had been with women before, so she knew how to orally please, but the match was so quick, she just didn't have the time to bring Brittney to orgasm.

Brittney's back was against the wall and she had her left leg perched on Christina's right shoulder as her slave went about her duty from a kneeling position in front of her. She hadn't even started breathing heavily when the match concluded. She allowed her victim to continue trying after the match's end, realizing Christina couldn't know it was already over. She then, abruptly ended Aguilera's feeble effort.

Grasping Christina by the hair, she yanked her head back and slapped her stiffly across the face. Maintaining the grip on her hair, she dragged Aguilera over to the trainer's table, where she'd left her bag. Christina started sobbing, realizing she was at the mercy of a deranged woman. The sobs started to increase as Brittney produced a pair of handcuffs from the bag and cuffed Christina's hands in front of her. At this point, she had the bleached beauty on her knees, facing away from her. She drew another item from the bag. This time, it was a ball-gag which she tightly applied, ending any hope Christina had of calling for help.

Christina was terrified as her rival prepared her for a long night of torture. Brittney forced her up and draped her over the trainer's table. The table's height was adjustable and Brittney made sure that her sex-slave was at exactly the right height, ass in the air and perfectly waist high. She then grabbed ankle shackles from the bag. Christina tried to resist as they were locked on her ankles, but Brittney started punching her thighs and torturing the knee she'd wounded in the match, gaining compliance. After she shackled her feet, Brittney grabbed a short rope and tied the shackles to the handcuffs, locking Christina in place. She reached into the bag again, grabbing a strap-on dildo. She made sure Christina could see the enormous sex-tool as she put it on. Aguilera, realizing the gravity of her situation, started trying to scream. Tears poured from her eyes. She understood all too late how Brittney intended to devastate her. Once the strap-on was in place, Brittney teased her victim cruelly, rubbing it on her vagina and ass, tickling her. Terror gripped Christina's body, not knowing exactly where Brittney planned to put the monster tool. Thankfully, she chose Christina's pussy as her target, plunging into her and working it back and forth with the grace of a jack-hammer. She gripped Christina's hair in her left hand and began slapping her ass with the right. Beaten, humiliated and tortured, Christina's body fell limp as Brittney joyfully tormented her.