Celebrity Wrestling
Saturday, match 5
Jennifer Garies vs Ali Landry
By Coach26

Still angry about the match they just witnessed, Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel and Josie Maran cool off in the Alba/Biel dressing room. They had been watching the match between Simpson/Dushku and Carlson/Ward from the time-keeper’s table, scouting the match. Without any help from Ward (who seemed disinterested in the match), Kelly Carlson was left to wrestle on her own. Simpson and Dushku pummeled the outnumbered blonde, repeatedly refusing to accept her submissions. An after-match confrontation between the three brunettes and Simpson/Dushku had to be broken up by security but not before a couple of punches were thrown.
“I can’t believe that bitch punched me in the face,” Biel said. “Who does she think she is? I can’t wait to get my hands on her in the ring. Jess, they don’t lose until I pin her. No submissions, no mercy. I’m going to beat her down and pin that bitch. Again.”
Josie responds, “Hey, you know, you might not even get to fight them. Me and Brittney get them next and I don’t see me letting them win that one. I know Brit starts it for us, but when I get in there, it’s all over. That blonde tramp isn’t going to just throw me around like that. We’ll see what she does when a well-conditioned competitor challenges her.”
Alba, wanting to get some control over all the steam being let off, says, “Hey, we need to relax a little. None of us can do anything about them right now.” She steps towards Biel, checking her cheek where Dushku had punched her. “Doesn’t look like you’ll even get a black eye from that little punch,” she tells her as she runs her fingers through Biel’s hair. “We have another match to concentrate on, though, and if we let Kristanna get into the ring, it could be tough. I’m getting us started in this one, though, and I’ll see to it that it’s just Sarah against us. If Loken gets in, though, keep her moving. We need to wear her down. She’s really strong, but I don’t think she’s well-conditioned enough to stay with us. Anything you can do to take the wind from her will work.” She turns to Maran and tells her, “And for you, make sure you and Brit work the tags effectively. When you have Jessica in the ring, work the right shoulder. She hurt it against me during the week. When Dushku is in, ring her bell as often as possible. She got the bad end of a fight with me last night and let’s just say that she’s probably taken all the aspirin she can today. Whatever you do, don’t let them isolate you. Keep moving and when you get chances to separate yourself from them, take advantage. Make them have to close the distance to start an offensive move. If they get you down, they’ll work really hard to keep you there.”
Maran replies, “I appreciate the advice. I’m still a little amazed at how willing you are to help.”
A little blush comes over Alba’s face, “Hey, I just don’t like to see people bully others around like that. Those two are going to get what’s coming to them.”
“After I beat them, what are we going to do if me and Brit have to fight you two?” Josie asks.
Biel answers, “We’ll just have to go out there and give the crowd the fight they want. We won’t take it easy on you and we expect you’ll try as hard as you can to beat us. That’s the name of the game. Keep it straight and we’ll see who comes out on top, right Jess?”
“Exactly,” says Alba.

Meanwhile, Simpson and Dushku are still wound up, too.
“Those annoying little bitches,” Dushku says to her partner. “I hate all three of them. I just can’t wait to tear them apart.”
Simpson nods her agreement, “I’m so glad we get the Maran girl first. She’s going to have to get into the ring with us and those other two won’t be able to help her. In fact, they’ll be right there to see us beat her down. I can’t wait to see the expression on their faces when we have her screaming in the ring. When we get them in the ring, though, we need to focus on Alba. Biel is pretty strong, but Alba’s the one we need to hurt. She’s tougher and quicker and just as strong as Biel.”
“I want Biel. That bitch stole the first match from me and I want to teach her a lesson or two,” Eliza replies.
“Don’t sweat it, girl. Once we put Alba in her place, Biel won’t know what hit her. She’s nothing without her partner.”

The competitors for our next match are in the ring, ready to go. Jennifer Garies, the 5’6 blonde beauty, bounces in her corner wearing a leopard-print bikini and black boots. Her opponent, 5’8 Ali Landry, relaxes in her corner, keeping an eye on her counterpart. Ali wears a light purple string bikini and white wrestling boots. Both women look amazing with Jennifer’s strength really apparent. Her muscular legs, while incredibly sexy, look very dangerous. In the middle of the ring, the ref has been joined by a member of the board of directors. He’s come down to the ring for an announcement before the non-tournament wrestlers get their part of the day’s events kicked off. Apparently, the ladies who aren’t part of this tournament are now going to have one of their own. At the conclusion of this tournament, another will begin with 20 women vying for the option to challenge the winner of this one for the first championship for the new league. All of these ladies had wanted to be in this tournament, but it filled up too fast. Now they’ll get a shot at their own. Already registered for the new tournament are the ladies on tonight’s card (Garies, Landry, Brooke Burke, Nikki Ziering, Kate Bosworth and Brittany Daniel). Carmen Electra and Pamela Anderson will not be involved as they will wrestle special events. Other women who are already signed up are Jordanna Brewster, Cheryl Tweedy, Jennifer Ellison, Katie Holmes and Julia Stiles. With this announcement, the women in the next tournament will be having to work with pros during the remainder of this one. It will be up to the pros as to whether each contestant will be able to participate in special-even matches from here on. Tonight’s card will be completed as planned, but next week’s is in limbo for right now.
With the announcement completed the ref checks with the wrestlers to make sure they’re ready. He gets their ok and signals the start of the match. Landry approaches the center bouncing on the balls of her feet looking more like a boxer than a wrestler. Jennifer steps towards her and looks to lock arms with her, but Ali ducks and rolls past Jennifer. Before Garies gets turned around, Landry starts a leg sweep. The blonde gets turned around just in time to be spilled to the mat. As Garies tries to get back to her feet, Ali leans into the ropes and springs off, launching into a flying drop-kick and catching Jennifer in the side of the head as she gets to a knee. Garies rolls with the kick and slides out of the ring while Ali pops back to her feet, bouncing and playing to the crowd.
Jennifer’s shows her frustration as she pounds her hands on the ring apron. She starts to get back up and into the ring, but Landry slides through the ropes, landing another drop-kick (this one more of a baseball slide) to the blonde’s head and knocking her to the concrete floor. Jennifer lands on her right shoulder and rolls into the metal divider. So far, Ali’s quickness is catching Garies off-guard. The bouncy brunette grabs a handful of blonde hair, dragging her foe to her feet. As she rises, Jennifer throws her right fist into Ali’s well-toned abs. The pain in her shoulder having sapped a lot of the strength of the punch, Jennifer’s effort doesn’t seem to affect Ali at all. She lifts the blonde in the air and slams her hard to the floor, her back making a loud smack as she hits. Jennifer arches her back, rolling to her left as Ali gets back into the ring to break the count.
Garies gets to her feet and, again, tries to get into the ring. As she gets to the apron, Ali greets her and goes for the vertical suplex. Jennifer, though, grabs the brunette by the hair and places her throat over the top rope. She jumps off the apron, forcing Ali’s throat down and then snapping her to the mat when she springs back. Larter rolls and grabs her throat as Garies finally gets back between the ropes. The brunette gets to a knee, but before she can get to her feet, Garies grabs her hair and drives her left fist into the kidney area. Ali cannot get away from the powerful blonde who continues to drive punch after punch to the kidney. After about 10 punches, Garies lifts her foe into the air and slams her across an outstretched knee in a wicked back-breaker, bouncing Ali to the mat.
As Landry hits the mat, she tries to roll to the ropes. Garies stops her, though, grabbing her bikini bottom. With Landry face down, Jennifer drives her knee into the left kidney area. She keeps this up, landing her knee on the kidney 8 times forcing pained moans from Ali each time. When she’s done, she drags Ali to her feet again, this time wrapping her arms around the tall brunette and squeezing her in a crushing bear-hug. As Ali’s legs wrap around Jennifer’s waist, the blonde rams her into the corner. She then grabs Ali’s hand and whips her out of the corner, launching her across the ring where her back slams into that corner buckle. Jennifer runs after her opponent, jumping onto her thighs and grabbing the back of her head for a monkey-flip to the center of the ring. Ali’s head droops, though, allowing Jennifer’s hands to slide off and slamming her to the mat on her shoulders and head instead.
As Jennifer lies on the mat dazed, Ali rests in the corner. She knows she need to get after the blonde, but her back is on fire. When she does get out of the corner, Jennifer is already back on her feet. She goes to lift Ali in the air, but the brunette counters, rolling her up into a small package for the pin. Jennifer gets her hand on the ropes to break the count before three, forcing Ali to break. As she breaks, Ali traps her in a front face-lock and drags Jennifer away from the ropes. Ali maintains the hold, trying to recover a little from the pounding her back took earlier. She has Jennifer’s head in her right arm as they both lay on their stomachs. Jennifer starts to get to her knees and Ali complies, leaning on the blonde and forcing her to carry the weight of both women. The hold, while not painful, is starting to wear Garies down.
Once to her knee, Jennifer feels a shift in her opponent’s hold. Ali tries to get her legs around Jennifer’s waist while maintaining the face lock. Jennifer struggles with Landry’s attempt, managing to keep her from locking her up. With all the movement going on, Garies finds an opportunity to get out of the mess she’s in and jabs a quick left to Ali’s crotch. Immediately, Ali releases the hold and covers up in the center of the ring. Jennifer seizes the momentum and drives another knee into Ali’s kidney. Landry doesn’t move her hands from her crotch until Jennifer lands a third knee to the kidney. This prompts Ali to mover her hand behind her back, allowing Jennifer to apply a hammer lock and roll her to her belly, straddling her back. She grabs the dark, sweat-soaked hair of her opponent and pulls back on her head, bending her backwards and creating pain for her in her head, back and arm all at once. Ali screams in pain as Jennifer continues to pull back on her hair, further worsening her situation before relenting after about 30-40 seconds.
Ali’s relief in being turned loose from that hold is short-lived as Jennifer presses her advantage, putting Landry in a painful camel-clutch. Ali screams again as her back has already suffered too much punishment. The ref asks if she submits drawing a brave refusal from Ali. Jennifer responds by yanking back harder on Ali’s chin, causing more pain for her back. Landry finds herself bent backwards almost at a right angle before she screams her submission. Jennifer leans close to Ali’s ear, maintaining the hold, and whispers to her, “You’re so lucky I’m in a good mood. I’ll let you off now, but if we cross paths again, no submission will save your scrawny ass.” With that, she drops Ali to the mat and accepts the victory.

Celebrity Wrestling
Saturday, match 6
Brooke Burke vs Nikki Ziering

Jennifer Garies heads towards the dressing area high-fiving fans and enjoying their support. She has just beaten Ali Landry, accepting a submission from her. Waiting for her at the top of the ramp is her partner for next week’s scheduled tag-team challenge, Nikki Ziering. The 5’9 blonde amazon embraces Garies at the top of the ramp, congratulating her on her success. Before they leave the arena, she plants a deep, passionate kiss on Jennifer, drawing a raucous approval from the crowd. They start to head back to their dressing room and see Kristanna Loken and Sarah Foster heading to theirs. Sarah is limping noticeably. When the two pass each other, Nikki laughs at them.
“I sure hope you two win the tag-team deal today,” she says, stopping Sarah in her tracks. “What a laugh it would be for you to have to fight us. You can bet that we’ll take our time. You’ll beg me to finish you off before I’m done with you.”
Kristanna steps between Nikki and Sarah, “That’s real impressive. Talk tough to the injured one, huh? We’ll win this thing and by the time we’re done with you next week…Well, let’s just see who does the begging.”
Jennifer, still pumped up after her victory jumps at the challenge. “What do you say we just figure it out right now, Bitch?” she asks. “”I don’t think it’ll take us long to beat you down and then Nikki can go on and fight her match.”
Nikki grabs her partner around the waist, keeping her from advancing on Kristanna. “Leave them alone for now,” she says to her eager friend. “They’ve got a lot of wrestling to do just to get to fight us. Besides, I kind of wanted a little ‘alone time’ before my match.” She turns to Kristanna and Sarah, “You ladies hobble along now. If you’re good enough, we’ll continue this next week.”
With that, the four blondes go their separate ways. Once they get to Jennifer’s dressing room, Garies and Ziering embrace. Nikki pins Jennifer to the door as it closes behind them, offering a little privacy. She probes the body of her partner with her right hand and presses her lips to Jennifer’s. Garies responds by wrapping her arms around Nikki’s waist, purring a little when Ziering’s hand begins to massage her left breast. Nikki slides the leopard print bikini bra off of Jennifer’s milky breasts and continues to rub the left one, focusing particular attention on the pert nipple. “That was an impressive win, doll,” she says as she moves her lips from Jennifer’s to the nipple she’s been stimulating. Garies moans in pleasure at the attention her blonde friend is giving her. “I don’t have time to do all of the things I want right now, Jen,” Nikki tells her writhing partner, “but we’ll continue this when I get back.” She starts to pull away from Jennifer’s breast, but slides her right hand down to massage her clitoris through the leopard-print bikini bottom. After a brief stimulation, she draws away from Garies, who starts to please herself. Nikki stays in front of Jennifer and removes her sweat pants and t-shirt, revealing her own leopard-print bikini. “I have to get to the ring, now, but you stay warm for me.” With that, she slides past Jennifer and opens the door, leaving her with a quick kiss.
Once into the hallway, Nikki sees Brooke Burke, her opponent in the upcoming match, leaving the dressing room next to her. What a stroke of luck that her room was next to Jennifer’s. She knocks on the door of Jennifer’s dressing room and heads after Brooke. Burke is still kissing Brooke Burns good-bye when Nikki grabs a fist full of her dark hair. “Look what we’ve got here,” Nikki says with glee. Brooke Burns comes out of the dressing room after her, but Jennifer stops her and puts her in a full-nelson. Burke is caught totally by surprise and can’t find the words to respond to their attackers. Nikki slams Burke’s head into Burns’ left tit, drawing a pained grunt from the stunning blonde. “What do you say we make a little wager on our match, Brooke?” Nikki asks, slamming her head into Burns again. “How about your girl and my girl watch the match together and the loser’s girl has to stay with the winner and her girl as a slave for the rest of the day?”
Brooke responds, “That ain’t happening. How about we just head out there and settle this in the ring? Then you go your way and we’ll go ours.”
“I don’t know. That just doesn’t have the appeal to it that I thought it might. No, instead we’ll just have Jennifer take Brooke to her dressing room and we’ll settle up after the match.”
Garies drags Brooke to her dressing room unfazed by her efforts to escape. After they get into Jennifer’s dressing room, Nikki releases Brooke and shoves her towards the ring. Brooke tries to get past her and help Burns out of Jennifer’s room, but Nikki won’t let her. She keeps shoving her towards the arena and finally gets her to the ramp. They walk down to the ring together, ready to get the match started. Burke, in her lavender string-bikini and white boots, goes to her corner, worry still etched on her face. Ziering confidently relaxes in her corner, ready to get started. The ref checks with the time-keeper, then the wrestlers and signals the start of the match.
Nikki strolls to the center of the ring watching her brunette opponent stay in her corner. She extends her hand and signals for Brooke to “come here” with her index finger. The crowd starts to cheer as Brooke complies, starting out of her corner. Nikki stands with her hands on her hips, watching the worried brunette step to her. Once she gets in range, Ziering sends a hard, quick kick into her gut, doubling her over. She grabs Brooke’s hair and drags her into a side headlock. “I knew I could make her come with my finger,” she announces to the crowd, drawing a loud roar of approval and laughter. “Now watch what else I can do to her.” With that, she starts pounding the Brunette’s head, maintaining the headlock as she does. After about 7 good blows, she changes her hold to a front face-lock. Brooke’s hands grope for Nikki’s waist. She’s totally disoriented and scared of the blonde hell-cat. She’s also scared of what the rest of the day has in store for her and her blonde lover. While all of this races through her mind, Nikki drops her in a devastating DDT.
Brooke’s body slumps on the mat in the aftermath of the move while Nikki gets up and plots her further punishment of the brunette. She grabs a handful of hair, pulling Brooke up to her feet. She turns her pliable foe around, making Brooke face away from her. From behind, Nikki wraps her arms around Burke’s waist. Before she does anything else, she slides her right hand down to the lavender bikini bottom her foe wears, still holding her up with the left arm. She rubs Brooke’s vagina through the bikini bottom and is greeted by a loud ovation from the crowd. Brooke grabs the hand, but she doesn’t force Nikki to stop. Suddenly, Nikki ends the show, locks her arms around Brooke’s waist and lifts her, slamming her down in a belly-to-back suplex. Pain shoots through Brooke’s head, neck and shoulders. Nikki doesn’t release her grip on the stunned brunette, though, she holds it. She rolls her over and lifts her and repeats the move again. She does it again. The crowd starts counting them out now as Nikki keeps the slams coming. On the tenth, she finally releases her slumped foe.
Ziering yanks Burke to her feet again, this time escorting her to the nearest corner and pushing her back into the turnbuckles. She lifts Brooke’s arms over the top ropes, leaving her unprotected and then lifts her right knee into the gut. Brooke moans as the move is repeated several times. Her head slumps forward, showing life only when Nikki slams her knee into Brooke’s gut. After a thorough working over, Ziering lifts Burke’s head so she can look her in the eyes. With her left hand, she starts massaging the beaten brunette’s right breast. “I can be this friendly with you,” she tells Brooke, “or this mean.” With that, she lifts her knee into Brooke’s crotch. The crowd roars their approval and the sensual yet brutal beating Nikki is putting Brooke through. She continues lifting her knee into Brooke’s cunt while the massaging of the breast has turned into more of a mauling. Brooke’s screams are hard to hear over the roar of the crowd. Her nipples are being twisted and tortured through her bikini top and the pain is completely unbearable.
Once she’s had enough of punishing Brooke in the corner, Nikki drags her to the center of the ring. She lifts Brooke up and drops her ribs across an outstretched knee. Brooke grunts in pain only to be lifted up and dropped over Nikki’s knee again. And again. She keeps pounding Brooke’s ribs over and over, her grunts giving way to screams. After the 12th time, Nikki lets Brooke fall to the mat. She lifts her back to her feet, though, by her hair and puts her in a constricting bear hug. Brooke’s arms hang limp, draped over Nikki’s shoulders as the brutal blonde continues to squeeze the life from the weakened brunette. After about 30 seconds of maintaining the hold, Nikki runs to the corner, driving Brooke’s body into the turnbuckles. Tears are welling up in Brooke’s eyes as Nikki grabs her hair and slings her back to the center of the ring.
Brooke’s body is slumped to the mat. Her ribs, crotch, breasts and head are all throbbing with pain. She can’t distinguish what hurts the most. Before she gets the chance to try, Nikki is on her again, lifting her to her feet by her hair. Once she gets up, Ziering traps her in an abdominal stretch. The pain in her ribs spikes again, drawing more tortured screaming from Brooke and raucous cheers from the crowd. Nikki maintains the hold and slides her free hand up to Brooke’s mammoth breasts. She starts to stroke Brooke gently. Burke’s eyes close and she can’t distinguish the pain from the pleasure. Her screams ease into soft moans of pleasure and she doesn’t even notice that Nikki’s hand has skillfully slid under her bikini top. She continues to stroke Brooke’s nipple while the crowd’s roars give way to an awed silence. “You like this, Brooke?” she asks while her hand drifts down Burke’s stomach. “You want me to keep this up?” Her hand finds its target, dipping into the lavender bikini bottom. She slides her ring and middle fingers into the beautiful brunette and begins thrusting them in and out. Brooke’s moans increase in volume in response to the blonde’s proficient handling of her. Her breathing quickens as signal to Nikki to massage the clitoris directly. Finally Brooke explodes in orgasm, right in the middle of the ring. Her body shudders uncontrollably and her knees weaken.
The crowd’s silence shatters in a thunderous ovation. They are very appreciative of Nikki’s masterful performance. Ziering releases the abdominal stretch and allows Brooke to collapse to her knees in front of her. She holds Brooke’s hair and steps in front of her, keeping the brunette’s face right at crotch-level. “My turn, Brooke,” she tells the bewildered brunette, “I want you to lick my thigh.” As punctuation for her request, Nikki flexes her beautifully muscular thigh. Brooke acquiesces to Nikki’s request, running her tongue up and down her inner thigh. She picks a spot very close to the blonde’s crotch and focuses her attention there, alternating between kissing and nibbling. Nikki raises her arms in the air, smiling and nodding to the crowd as they cheer her dominance.
After a few seconds, she grabs the brunette’s hair again dragging her to her feet. “Ok, that’s enough,” she tells her, “I’m convinced. Clearly, me and Jennifer need to show your blonde buddy how much enjoyment she could have. You suck at this.” With that, she lifts Brooke and slams her to the mat. She yanks her up again, dropping her over a knee in a tremendous back-breaker. She holds Brooke there, cruelly bending her back over her knee. She presses down on Burke’s shoulder and crotch, further intensifying the pain and drawing a screaming submission. She shakes her head at the ref, refusing Brooke’s offer and continues to torture her. The tears are back in Brooke’s eyes now, streaming as she sobs. She knows she is at the mercy of a blood-thirsty opponent.
Nikki finally releases Brooke and lets her drop to the mat. “Don’t quit anymore, Brooke,” she tells her. “It won’t do you any good and might even piss me off. I won’t put you through too much more. After all, Jennifer and Brooke are back there waiting for me. This is going to be a good day.” While taunting her prey, Nikki has gotten her back to her feet again. She lifts her off her feet, bending her back over her right shoulder and parades her around the ring. At each corner, she stops to let the crowd get a good look and punctuates the back-breaking hold with a quick hop, further torturing Brooke’s back. After she’s shown Brooke off to the crowd, she drops her to the mat in the center of the ring.
Brooke’s bikini top is still resting above her breasts, not covering them. Nikki reaches down and with a hard yank, tears the top away from Burke’s body. The tears are flowing fast from Brooke’s eyes and her will to resist is broken. Nikki gets her back to her feet, steps behind her and lifts her in a double chicken-wing, jutting her perfect tits out for all to see. She walks her around the ring again, reveling in the cheers from the crowd and the screams of her foe. Again, she dumps her to the mat in the center of the ring after the display is completed. She pumps her fist in the air as the crowd roars their appreciation. Then, turning her attention back to Brooke, she sits down and places the brunette’s head between her legs. She wraps her up in a figure four headlock, flexing those muscular yet sexy legs and cutting off the oxygen supply. Brooke’s tear-filled face turns bright red as she’s made to suffer. After about a minute, she starts to fade. After a minute and a half, she’s out. The ref lifts her arm three times only to watch it drop lifelessly to the mat each time. He signals for the bell and awards the match to Nikki.
Ziering stands, recognizing the crowd and bowing to them. The ref tries to revive Brooke, but Nikki grabs her off the mat. He tries to get her to let go of Brooke, but Nikki dumps her out of the ring. She climbs out and lifts her again, draping her limp body over the right shoulder and starts off for the dressing rooms. Before security can respond, she gets her out of the arena, the crowd still creating a deafening roar.

After posting a dominant, erotic victory over Brooke Burke, Nikki Ziering carries her back to Jennifer Garies’ dressing room where Jennifer and Brooke Burns were when Nikki and Burke left for their match. When she enters the room, she dumps Burke’s still lifeless body to the floor. Brooke is still unconscious, not yet having recovered from the figure-four head scissors with which Nikki had ended their match. Ziering sees her tag-team partner, Jennifer, sitting in one of the recliners. Brooke Burns is seated on the floor in front of her, caressing and kissing her legs. Jennifer turns her head to face Nikki and congratulates her.
“And check this out,” Garies continues, “I’ve come to a bit of an agreement with this Brooke. I helped her figure out that doing what I tell her to do is best for her.”
“Did you explain to her how jealous I can get?” Nikki inquires.
“I did. You should have heard her laughing about that. She said she wasn’t concerned about you. If you want me, you’ll have to fight her for me.”
Brooke protests, “Whoa. Wait a minute, Nikki. That’s not true. She…”
“Are you calling me a liar?” Jennifer interrupts, grabbing Brooke by the hair. “I thought I told you not to speak. You’re being a bad, bad girl.” To punctuate her disapproval, Jennifer slaps Brooke across her face.
Nikki has made it to the recliner and sees that both women are still dressed. Jennifer still has her leopard-print bikini on (matching Nikki’s) and Brooke is in her red bikini bottoms she wore in her match and a cotton, button-up shirt that is unbuttoned almost to her belly button. The shirt still covers her breasts, but just barely. Ziering grabs the shirt and rips it off of Brooke’s back.
“So, I have to fight her for you, huh?” she asks, as the scared blonde covers her tits with her arms. “I did just get finished with a fight. I might be too tired to handle her.”
Garies laughs, “Somehow, I doubt it. We watched that match. I’ve got to say, you do know how to turn a girl on. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want you right now.”
Nikki grabs Brooke’s hair. “What about her? I can think of an awful lot of things I’d like to do to her.”
“Let’s let her go. She’s too weak for what I want. We might kill her. The brunette, though, she could be some fun. What do you think, Brooke? If we let you go, can we keep your friend here with us? You know, kinda letting her cover your debt to us.”
Tears fill Brooke’s eyes as she responds. “No. You’ve done enough to her already. Just leave her alone. I’ll do whatever you want, but leave her out of this.”
Nikki jerks Brooke to her feet and runs her across the room, slamming her into the wall. She grabs Brooke’s left tit with her right hand, still holding a handful of blonde hair in her left. “You’re a brave girl, Brooke. Maybe a little stupid, too.”
Jennifer gets out of her chair and walks up behind Nikki as she taunts Brooke. She reaches around her blonde partner and begins massaging both of her breasts. She presses her lips to Nikki’s neck and starts kissing her, mixing that with some playful nibbling on her ear. “Just get her out of here, Nik,” she says. “I want you now.”
Nikki lets go of the scared blonde and turns to face her partner. Realizing her good fortune, Brooke slips away from them and hurries across the room to her partner. Burke has finally started to stir and Burns helps her to her feet. They both look as Jennifer grabs Nikki’s ass in both hands and lifts her, pinning her to the wall as they share a deep, passionate kiss. Nikki’s hands deftly work the bikini top off of Jennifer and she starts to squeeze her lover’s firm breasts. Burke puts her arm around her blonde friend’s neck and the two leave quietly, grateful for the day to be at an end for them.

In the arena, we are ready to get back to the business of crowning a tag-team champion. The first of our two semi-final matches is about ready to get underway with Sarah Foster and Kristanna Loken already in the ring, waiting for their opponents, Jessica Biel and Jessica Alba. At the time-keeper’s table, Eliza Dushku and Jessica Simpson both await the start of the match wearing cut-off blue jean shorts and oversized t-shirts. They’re scouting this match, hoping they are the team that meets the winner in the championship. In the ring, Foster has on a dark blue one-piece and white boots. She’s also sporting a knee-wrap on her left knee. Loken has on a red pair of bikini shorts and red bikini top with white boots. They both look annoyed, waiting for their opponents to make their way to the ring.
Suddenly, smoke starts to cover the entrance to the arena. Bright sparklers go off on either side of the ramp. Music blares from the house speaker system “Are y’all ready for this?” Jock Jams music gets the crowd to their feet. Through the smoke, six buxom, young ladies skip down the ramp. They are Hooters girls from the local restaurant in their white-shirt, orange-shorts uniforms. They have boxes of chicken wings and start handing them out to cheering fans, dancing and smiling as they do. After a few seconds, Alba and Biel appear at the top of the ramp, having stepped through the smoke. They wear black, hooded capes that cover their entire bodies. The six waitresses skip back up the ramp and kneel before them, three on either side of the entrance. As they do, the brunettes both dramatically throw their capes off, revealing that they are both dressed in Hooters girl outfits (black shirts on black shorts). They dance to the ring and we can see that Alba’s shorts have an “A” on the ass and Biel’s have a “B”. The crowd roars its approval of the entrance and the waitresses get back to the business of handing out snacks. They include gift-certificates for their restaurant, too. The wrestlers make it to the ring and get up on the apron, waiving to the crowd as they do. They, then, both grab the top rope and leap, clearing the ropes and landing in their corner face to face. They give each other a big hug and kiss, spurring the crowd on even more. Even though the music dies, the crowd is so loud that we can’t hear the bell ring, signaling the match’s start.
Alba confidently strides out of her corner, keeping an eye on the hobbling Foster. Sarah immediately turns and tags Kristanna. Loken starts to enter the ring, but the ref stops her. He tells her that Sarah and Jessica have to make contact before a tag can be made by either of them. Reluctantly, Sarah turns back towards Jessica and limps out to the center of the ring. As she approaches, Jessica dives and grasps Sarah’s right ankle, tripping her up. With Foster on her belly, Alba springs up and drags her by the ankle, forcing her closer to the corner where Biel waits. Once she gets there, she tags her eager partner, maintaining her grip on the right ankle. Biel hops into the ring and drops an elbow to the back of the blonde’s head. Alba continues to hold her while Biel drops another elbow to the back of her head. After the second one, Biel wraps her right arm around Sarah’s head, putting her in a front face lock as they both lie on their stomachs. With her left arm, she reaches across Sarah and grips her left wrist, jerking it up into a modified hammer lock and putting immense pressure on the shoulder and neck.
Alba releases her foe’s right ankle and leaves her partner to work her over. Sarah is trapped, unable to mount an escape from her predicament. She tries rolling out, but Biel won’t release her head and the effort only furthers the suffering in the neck and shoulders. Her strength is waning. She reaches up with her right hand and grabs a fist-full of brunette hair, pulling Biel’s head back. Jessica’s head stings with the pulling of her hair, but she maintains her holds on the blonde. After a few seconds, Sarah can’t keep her grip and her hand slips off of Biel’s head, resting on her shoulder.
Biel starts to pull her up off the mat, figuring she’s weakened Sarah enough to eliminate any real threat. She gets the blonde all the way to her feet before Foster launches a punch to the belly. Jessica’s toned abs are more than a match for the weak punch, though, and it doesn’t deter her from lifting the spunky blonde in the air and slamming her to the mat. Sarah instinctively rolls to her side, trying to alleviate the pain in her back. She’s still trapped in her enemy’s corner. Biel drags her to her feet again, lifting her and hanging her upside-down in the corner. Alba holds her hands up while Biel traps Sarah’s legs in the ropes, making sure the ref sees she’s not interfering. The ref tries to get Biel to back away from Foster so he can release her, but Jessica stomps the blonde in the stomach. She continues to stomp at her as the ref starts a count. Sarah is screaming in pain, due more to the fact that her body weight is now being supported by her knees (one of them severely wounded). At four, Biel backs away, allowing him the opportunity to try and free her. Before he can, she steps back in and starts kicking at Foster, connecting with her belly and chest. The ref has to start another count to make her stop.
When the ref finally manages to get the blonde out of her trap, Biel tags Alba back in. She gets Sarah off of the mat and puts a full-nelson on her while her black-haired partner hops into the ring. Alba fires punches into Sarah’s unprotected belly while Biel continues to hold her in place. After 9 or 10 vicious shots, Alba relents. Before Biel releases the blonde, though, Alba secures a bear hug on her. Biel leaves to the pained moans of the weakening blonde.
After a few seconds, Alba drives her foe’s body back into the corner. She makes sure that Foster’s arms are over the top ropes and starts launching her shoulder into the belly of the blonde. After five repetitions, she snaps Foster out of the corner by the hair, slamming her to her back. Foster is fairly close to the center of the ring, but Alba still has her by the hair. She walks up behind Sarah and grips her chin and the top of her head and starts to twist her. Again, the neck and shoulder of Foster are lit up with pain. Just when the blonde doesn’t think she can handle the pain anymore, Jessica releases her chin and drops her elbow on the neck where it meets the shoulder. A loud grunt from Sarah indicates the effectiveness of the move.
Now seated behind Sarah, Alba latches on to her with a sleeper hold. She can look across the ring at Kristanna and see how angry she is. Sarah cannot defend herself from the hold and is way too weak to try and drag her dark-haired tormentor to the ropes. Kristanna screams from her corner, challenging the heart of her opponents. She criticizes them for isolating an injured opponent and not taking her on. Alba laughs at her and continues to maintain the pressure on Sarah, whose body is now slumping. The ref lifts her arms twice and the third time, she manages to resist its fall. He signals that she’s not out, and Alba tells him, “You mean not out yet”. She keeps the hold on, driving every bit of energy from her doomed enemy. She emphasizes her control of Sarah by slinging her head back and forth. Sarah’s arms flop in response to Alba’s demonstration. Finally, Sarah slips off to sleep and the ref confirms it. He awards the match to Alba and Biel.
Once it’s over, Kristanna storms the ring. Biel is waving to the crowd and doesn’t see what’s happening, keeping her from being able to warn her partner who is getting to her feet. As Alba gets up, Loken grabs her black hair and drives her head into the top turnbuckle in the corner. The sound of her partner’s head slamming into the corner gets Biel’s attention. As she starts to get into the ring and help Alba, she’s dragged off the ring apron. Dushku and Simpson grab Biel and restrain her, leaving a stunned Alba to fend for herself. Loken has slammed the brunette’s head into to corner about seven times now and she’s a little wobbly on her feet as the blonde pulls her out of the corner. The ref yells at her, but Kristanna ignores him, lifting Jessica in the air and slamming her to the mat.
Biel fights wildly to get away from her captors, but they continue to hold her back. Simpson punches her in the kidney area in an effort to discourage her. Though the punch slows her, Biel still tries to get to the ring. Dushku has Biel’s right arm wrapped up with hers and has a hold of her hair with her left. Simpson has Biel’s left arm wrapped up with hers and drives another punch to the kidneys with her right. The second punch has a little more effect on the brunette, but a third puts an end to her struggling. Dushku keeps her head up, forcing her to watch Loken continue working her partner over as Simpson lands a fourth punch for good measure.
In the ring, Alba has been slammed to the mat three times by Loken and the ref is calling for security to come help him. Three guards make it to the ring as Loken drops Alba a fourth time, this time executing a back-breaker. She wickedly bends Alba over her knee as hard as she can. The guards are able to pry her away from Alba after about 15 seconds of the torture. Jessica rolls on the mat, trying to get her wits back about her and ease the pain in her back.
Outside the ring, Simpson laughs at the beating Alba is taking. She and Dushku decide to head out, not wanting the guards to have to come after them. They taunt Biel a little, making sure she knows that they intend to injure her and her partner in the championship match tonight. They also tell her that Josie is in for a serious beating in the next match and they are hoping the two brunettes stick around to see it. Before they leave her, Simpson grabs both of her arms allowing Dushku to bury her fist in Biel’s crotch a couple of times. After a third, she notices the guards have turned their attention to the happenings outside of the ring. They let Biel collapse to the floor and head out of the arena. The Hooters waitresses quickly come to Biel, trying to help her up. Alba slides out of the ring and the six girls help the brunettes back to their dressing room.

Celebrity Wrestling
Saturday, match 8
Spears/Maran vs Simpson/Dushku
By coach26

The Hooters girls had helped Jessica Alba and Jessica Biel back to their dressing room. Neither girl joyously looked back over their victory. Both were silent, still hurting from wounds inflicted after the match. What hurt most, though, was their pride. It seemed to them that every time they did something worth celebrating, Jessica Simpson and/or Eliza Dushku was there to spoil the moment for them. On top of the double-teaming that hose two had put on Jessica Biel after the match, though, was the abuse that Jessica Alba endured at the hands of an angry Kristanna Loken. Fortunately for them, they had two hours before they would have to wrestle again. Neither anticipated that they would have any ill-effects from the melee, but their pride wouldn't heal as easily. They both sat in recliners and kicked back. Neither spoke.

In Loken and Foster's dressing room, the blondes were coming to grips with the fact that they lost their match. Foster pointed out to her partner that she was happy that the brunettes had opted to leave her left knee alone, for the most part. Both agree that hey would like the opportunity to get them in the ring when all four were healthy to see how the match would go. Kristanna admits to having more than a little regret about her actions after the match. After a bit, they focus on the upcoming week. Sarah will have three matches in what could be a very demanding week for her. She starts with Jessica Biel on Monday and hopes she's better recovered from her wounded knee by then. She gets Elisha Cuthbert on Wednesday and, in a twist of fate, Kristanna on Friday. Loken's week seems a little easier starting with Brooke Burns on Monday, then Rachel Bilson on Wednesday, neither opponent looking very formidable thus far. They decide they need to help each other out as much as possible, but they'll need a better idea of the point situation before they can discuss “rigging” a winner.

Back in the Alba/Biel dressing room, Alba finally breaks the silence. “Do you think I've got time to catch a quick shower before the next match?”

Biel responds to her, “I don't see why not. There's still about 15 minutes until it starts. Do you want to go down to the ring and watch or should we watch from here?”

“I'm ok with heading to the ring,” Alba answers. “The last thing I want is for those two evil bitches to think they have us scared. Are you alright?”

“I'm feeling better, but I wouldn't say good. Jessica sure packs a hard punch. Eliza, not so much, but with her it's all about where she hit me. Maybe we should go to the ring and watch the match, then shower afterwards.”

“Good plan. It'll give us more than an hour to shower and prepare our entrance. Besides, I want to be there to support Josie. She's pretty cool. Good wrestler, too.”

After their brief conversation, the two brunettes rise from their recliners and head to the arena.

The girls take a seat at the time-keeper's table and after a short wait, they see Maran and Spears hit the ramp. Maran has on a very skimpy, blue string-bikini. Spears has her dark blue bikini shorts on and a red bikini top. Both girls wear white boots and both are strolling to the ring confidently. Once they get up on the ring apron, their opponents start towards the ring. Dushku and Simpson are both wearing red one-pieces (very Baywatch ) and white boots. Dushku whispers something to Simpson while pointing at Biel and they both share a good laugh while the approach the ring. They hop up on the apron and Simpson steps through the ropes. She will be getting this match started against Brittney Spears, who waits for her inside the ring. The ref signals the start of the match, and we're off.

The two blondes circle each other, looking for an opening. They lock arms with both of them facing neutral corners. The crowd cheers the sight of the two sexy, muscular blondes locked up with each other, looking for an advantage. After a few seconds, Brittney's leg strength starts to overmatch Jessica. She starts to force her back into the corner. Suddenly, though, Simpson drops to the mat, sticking her right boot into Brittney's gut and flipping her into the corner. Spears lands hard on her back and slides into the corner with her legs falling outside of the ring on either side of the corner buckles. Simpson hops back up and charges Josie in her corner, landing a hard elbow to the chin of the unsuspecting brunette. Josie flies back, off the ring apron. When she crashes to the mat, Simpson taunts her from inside the ring. She starts to head out, but the ref stops her.

While the ref struggles to regain order in the corner, Eliza has sneaks around the outside of the ring. Brittney isn't hurt bad, but she takes the opportunity to rest, knowing she'll be able to tell when Jessica's attention turns back to her. All of a sudden, though, Eliza grasps both of her ankles. Before Spears can react, Dushku yanks her and pounds her crotch into the ring post. Brittney reaches for the sore area and Dushku retreats to her corner before the ref can see what she did.

The ref finally gets Simpson away from Maran's corner. Jessica heads over to Brittney (still in the corner holding herself) and stomps her forehead. Spears tries to roll away and slide out of the ring, but Jessica latches on to her hair and pulls her to her feet. She shoves the beautiful blonde into the corner and lifts her knee into her already sore crotch. Spears starts to collapse to the mat but her fall is interrupted by another knee-lift to the same spot. Brittney's mouth falls open, but she doesn't make a sound. The crowd roars their approval of the brutal tactics employed so far.

Simpson drags her pained opponent out of the corner and lifts her in the air. She carries Spears to the center of the ring and drops her over an outstretched knee in a back-breaker. She grabs Spears by the throat and crotch and bends her back. Spears can't breathe to scream, but the pain in her battered pussy is immense. The ref counts trying to get Jessica to break the hold and at 4, she drops Spears to the mat. She gets up and heads to her corner to discuss strategy with Eliza as Brittney writhes on the mat in pain. Dushku and Simpson take their time discussing their plans, though, and this allows Spears the opportunity to head towards her corner. Simpson has her back to her opponents as Maran tags in, hoping to get her team back on top in the match.

Trying to take advantage of Simpson's lack of attention on what's happening in the ring, Maran strides quickly after her. She grabs Simpson's right arm and drags her away from the corner, but Jessica tags Eliza while Josie locks in an arm bar. Josie doesn't see Eliza stepping into the ring as she works Jessica's right arm over. Dushku steps up behind Josie and pounds a hard punch into her kidney area. Before Maran can react, Dushku applies a full-nelson and slams her into the corner. Jessica steps out of the ring and makes sure the ref notes that they didn't double-team her. While he confirms that, Eliza begins driving her right elbow into Josie's right kidney over and over. The ref instructs her to get the action out of the corner, but Dushku continues to punish the helpless brunette. He eventually counts her off of Josie after 12 such shots to the kidney.

Eliza drags Josie from the corner and lifts her in the air. Once up, Josie manages to shift her weight enough to slide over Dushku's shoulder and come down behind her. Stunned, Eliza doesn't resist while Josie twists her around and drops her in a DDT. Both brunettes lie on the mat in the Simpson Dushku corner. Eliza starts to try and get to her partner at about the same time that Josie begins getting up. Josie's back is on fire and she knows she needs to get away from the corner, but Eliza manages to get her hand high enough to allow Jessica in.

Simpson hops into the ring as Maran gets to her feet. She grabs the brunette and traps her in a side headlock, keeping her in the corner area. Dushku slides out of the ring. Simpson maintains her grip around Maran's head, securing the hold with her right arm. She flips Josie over her hip, dropping her hard to her back and keeping the hold locked. Josie, still with some fight in her, struggles to get them both back up off the mat. While both women get to their knees, Josie grabs the wrist that locks her head in place and forces it out enough to slip her head out. She keeps her grip on the right wrist of her blonde attacker and forces her face down to the mat in a hammer lock. Pain shots through Jessica's right shoulder, a reminder of her earlier match with Alba. Josie lifts her lower body in the air and drops her knee right on the sore right shoulder of Simpson. She repeats the move again, trying to keep her down long enough to get the chance to head to her corner and tag out. Both wrestlers are still very close to Dushku in the corner and if Josie intends to make it all the way across the ring, she needs to be sure Jessica won't be able to chase her down. She lifts again to drive the knee into Jessica's shoulder and as she slams the knee down a third time, Dushku reaches into the ring, tagging Jessica's calf. The ref signals that the tag is legal and Dushku enters the ring.

Josie, thinking she has Jessica subdued enough to get to her corner, gets to her feet. Before she can start across the ring, though, Dushku tackles her. In the center of the ring, Eliza has Maran face-down on the mat. Josie tries to struggle away, but Dushku mounts her and wrestles her into a camel-clutch hold. Pain throbs in Josie's already sore back and she starts to scream. Dushku wickedly torques back as hard and as far as she can, wracking Maran's back with more pain than she can bear. After about 30 seconds, Dushku relents enough to reposition her hands. She covers Josie's mouth with one hand and pinches her nose with the other, suffocating her. Panic races through Josie, who realizes she is trapped. After about another 30 seconds of the hold, Dushku drops Josie to the mat.

“You're pretty spunky, I'll give you that,” she taunts her prey. “I don't think you realize how bad things are going to get for you, though.”

Josie cannot respond to her tormentor. She's trying to catch her breath while Dushku pulls her to her feet again and shoves her back into the corner. Eliza begins to slam her shoulder into the brunette's belly as Simpson looks on. Again, the ref tries to get Eliza to get the action out of the corner and as his count hits 4, she pulls back. Josie is too worn down to try and get out of the corner, so Eliza steps in a lifts her knee into Maran's crotch. The ref starts to admonish her, but Eliza tags Simpson back in. The blonde hops in and they both drag Maran from the corner. Each latches on to an arm and they start to alternate knee-lifts into her mid-section. Each knee seems to lift Josie from the mat as they continue to punish her. After the 30 second clock expires, Dushku releases her and exits the ring.

Now alone in the ring with Simpson, Maran collapses to a knee. She's still trapped in the enemy corner and it looks like they might have kicked the life right out of her. Jessica grabs a handful of hair and holds the brunette's head in place as she drives her fist into her forehead. Josie cannot even raise her hands in self-defense while the blonde continues to beat her. Spears yells from the corner that they shouldn't be punching her in the face, but the ref just shakes his head. There are no rules against this and Jessica isn't punching her face, just her forehead. After ten blasts, a trickle of blood starts to weave its way down Josie's face. This doesn't draw her any mercy, though, as Simpson batters her five more times.

When she does relent, we can see what looks to be a dime-sized open wound on the brunette's forehead. Her eyes are glazed a little and she is wobbly. All that keeps her from collapsing to the mat is the wad of her hair that Jessica still holds. Simpson drags her to her feet, using that wad of hair, and presses her neck over the top rope, strangling her. Josie's body hangs limp as Simpson keeps the pressure on the choke through a four count before pulling her off. She keeps a hold of the hair and walks the staggering beauty over to the side of the ring from where Alba and Biel look on. She looks at the two brunettes with an evil smile and informs them that she wants them to get a good look at their friend as she tries to submit to end her suffering. She wraps her arms under Josie's and locks up a full nelson, then drops her to her ass, landing herself in a seated position right behind her. She wraps her strong, sexy legs around Maran's waist and squeezes like a python. Tears well in Josie's eyes, knowing she can't escape from the blonde. After a full minute, Jessica lets out a wicked laugh.

“This doesn't put any kind of a strain on me at all, Josie,” she taunts and squeezes even harder. “Tell your friends that you quit. Tell them now. I want them to see the look of defeat in your eyes. I want them to know what they're in for later today.”

Josie relents and issues a submission. Jessica quickly refuses to accept the submission, but releases the hold. She laughs at Josie as she drags her by her hair back to the corner where Dushku awaits. Josie is unable to get to her feet. Once she's close enough to the corner, Jessica locks a figure-four headlock on to Josie, again squeezing her with those powerful legs. She reaches to her partner and tags Eliza in. Dushku slips into the ring and grabs the legs of the ever-weakening brunette. She stomps down on Maran's crotch repeatedly as Simpson maintains her hold. The intense pain in her pussy keeps the figure-four from putting her all the way to sleep. Dushku is able to slam her foot down on the delicate area 14 times before the ref finally instructs Simpson to release her. Simpson relents and slides out of the ring while her partner drives another heel to her victim's snatch.

Dushku drags Josie by her ankle over to where her friends are looking on. Once she gets to where Alba and Biel can get a good look at the torture, she stomps down on the inside of her right knee. She keeps this up, getting no interference from her battered foe. After she works the knee over a bit, she drops to the mat and applies a figure-four leg lock, drawing another scream from Josie. The tormented wrestler submits again, unable to handle the pain, but her submission is refused again. Dushku continues to torture Maran who submits again as tears stream from her eyes. Eliza laughs and maintains the hold, disinterested in her desire to stop the fight.

After a minute and a half, Dushku releases the hold, still laughing. She tells Maran that the end of her suffering is near and gets her to her feet again. Maran can't put any weight on her wounded leg. The crowd has long since, stopped cheering. They are not happy with the level of brutality being displayed. They love the submissions, but don't approve of the refusal to accept them. They start to express their displeasure, booing Eliza as she lifts Josie for what appears to be a suplex. Instead, though, Dushku drops Maran straight down, landing her on her head and executing a perfect brain-buster. Josie lies motionless in the ring. Eliza rolls her foe up and allows the ref to count her out, ending the match. Brittney rushes into the ring, screaming at Josie and expressing disdain for her inability to get a tag, but Maran isn't responding. Eliza and Jessica, after having braced for a fight with Brittney, laugh and start out of the ring. Brittney finishes verbally abusing her partner and leaves, too. Alba and Biel slide into the ring to attend to their friend, who is still out.

Celebrity Wrestling
Saturday, match 9
Brittney Daniel vs Kate Bosworth
By coach26

Josie Maran lies on the trainer’s table in the dressing room of Jessica Alba and Jessica Biel, trying to recover from the beating she just took at the hands of Jessica Simpson and Eliza Dushku. She’s still woozy from all of the punches to her head, but the bleeding has stopped. Alba and Biel have agreed that one of them should stay with her while the other showers, then they can switch. They do, however, have a championship match to prepare for. Alba takes off for the showers first, leaving Biel to comfort their new friend. Biel hovers over Josie, wiping her forehead and face with a wet rag and talks softly to the battered beauty.
As Josie regains more of her faculties, she asks Biel, “Don’t you have more important things to do? You and Jess need to get yourselves ready for your match with them. Don’t let me keep you from getting ready. I want you to hurt those two.”
“Don’t worry, Josie,” Biel assures her, “we are ready for them. Right now, you just need to relax. That was a pretty one-sided affair.”

In the Dushku/Simpson dressing room, both wrestlers are still very wound up. The excitement of having brutally beaten Josie Maran hasn’t waned at all. That their next opponents had a front-row seat for it just ices the cake a little more. They discuss their plan of attack for the sexy brunettes. Simpson’s right shoulder stings with pain and Dushku got her bell rung. Both ailments accentuated pre-existing injuries for both wrestlers. They couldn’t really decide on which Jessica they wanted in the ring, but they knew that it was imperative to get a quick double-team and try to wear her down. They each made their cases as to which they should choose to start against them. The rules for the championship match stated that the opponents would choose the starter for the other team. Simpson still seethed over an earlier loss to Alba. Dushku had the same motivation to get Biel in the ring. In the end, they settled on Alba, figuring her to be the leader of that team. They want to crush her while her partner looks on and demonstrate to Biel how hopeless it is to fight them.

In the ring, we are ready for the next match. In order to give the tag-teams a break, we are back to non-tournament wrestlers. These two gorgeous girls will be participating in Celebrity Wrestling Tournament II, but tonight they’ll face off in an “exhibition”. Kate Bosworth relaxes in her corner after going over the rules at the ref’s meeting. The 23 year-old, 5’7 blonde wears a lime green string bikini and white boots in the ring. Her opponent (equal in height but 7 years her senior), jogs in place in her corner. Brittany Daniel’s firm, sexy body is well displayed in her deep blue bikini and white boots.
The ref signals the start of the match and the two blonde beauties head to the center if the ring. Immediately they lock arms, each trying to force the other back. Kate slips the hold, sliding to the left and lifting her knee into the taught belly of her foe. The quick move caught Brittany off guard and the air shoots out of her lungs. Kate grabs the stunned woman and lifts her only to slam her to the mat. Daniels tries to roll away but Bosworth is a little to quick and is able to get a hold of her again. She gets Brittany to her feet and whips her into the corner. The blonde slams hard into the corner buckles but is able to slide out of the ring, killing Kate’s opportunity to follow up the move with some more punishment.
Brittany takes a few moments to catch her breath as her younger opponent stalks around the ring. The ref’s count gets into the teens and she hops up on the ring apron only to get hit with a flying drop kick. She crashes to the mat, landing on her right shoulder and rolling to the metal crowd divider. Daniels attempts to get to her feet, unaware that Bosworth has followed her out of the ring. When she gets to her knees, Kate grabs a handful of hair tugging her the rest of the way up. She whips Brittany back towards the ring and the blonde’s back slams into the ring apron. Daniels grunts from the pain and starts to drop to the floor only to be held up by Kate. Bosworth grabs her hair again, this time leading her over to the metal ring post. She slams Brittany’s forehead into the metal post, sending a loud smacking sound throughout the arena and drawing “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. After a second smack, Bosworth realizes that the ref is very close to twenty and hops back in the ring to stop the count.
Daniels lies on the floor, stunned and dazed. She can barely hear the cheering crowd over the ringing pain in her head. She realizes that the ref is closing in on his twenty-count and starts the climb back into the ring. Kate rushes to the ropes when Brittany gets her knees on the apron. She reaches over the top rope and grabs her blonde hair again, forcing her to her feet. She grabs the blue bikini bottoms of her foe and tries a vertical suplex to get her back in. Brittany manages to keep her from getting the move started, though, and drives her fist into Kate’s left rib cage. Bosworth tries the move again and gets another shot to the ribs for her effort. She starts to release Brittany, but the sly blonde already set her next move up. She grabs Kate’s head and jerks it down on the top rope as she steps off the ring apron. The weight of Brittany yanking Kate’s head towards the arena floor forces the ropes to sling her back, dropping her on her shoulders and the back of her head. The choking action created its own little bit of pain as well, causing Kate to writhe around on the mat.
Brittany, still a little stung by the attack Kate put on her early, finally manages to get back into the ring unmolested. Bosworth gets to her knees just as Daniels gets in. Before she can move to avoid her, Kate’s head is trapped in a front-face lock. Tightening her grip on the hold with her left arm, Brittany begins to slam her right fist into Kate’s back. Three hard shots force the blonde to a knee and take away Brittany’s ability to keep the punches up. However, Kate’s oxygen is cut off by the face lock. Her face turns a bright shade of red and she struggles to loosen herself from her foe’s grip. For her part, Daniels steps closer to Bosworth, making the choking action on the hold far more pronounced.
After forty-five seconds, Daniels looses the grip on her hold and Bosworth collapses to the mat. She’s on her hands and knees, trying to get her wind back. Brittany, though, steps to her side and launches a firm kick to the left rib-cage. Kate flips to her back. She realizes she is within arm’s reach of the ropes and grabs for them. Daniels grabs her left wrist and yanks her back out closer to the middle. Keeping her grip on the wrist, she repeatedly stomps the left rib-cage of her opponent. Five times she lands powerful stomps to the ribs, avoiding Kate’s feeble attempts to block her with her right hand. She then reaches down and grabs Kate’s hair pulling her to her feet.
Understanding the predicament she’s in, Kate quickly flips her fingers into Brittany’s eyes. Daniels releases her and stumbles away, trying to clear her vision. Kate, in no condition to give chase, rests against the ropes. She’s still struggling to get her wind back. Both wrestlers keep their distance, happy that the other isn’t taking the fight to them. Bosworth hops out of the ring after a few seconds, fearful that Daniels would be back after her pretty quickly.
Hearing the ref’s count start, Brittany figures her rival got out of the ring. She walks over to where she knew Kate was supposed to be. Her vision is just starting to get better. She sees Kate resting her head on the ring apron, but realizes too late that the blonde is reaching for her ankles. Kate grips Brittany’s ankles and pulls them towards her causing the busty blonde to slam to the mat on her back. She continues pulling the ankles, dragging Daniels out of the ring until her hips are even with the edge of the ring apron. She then drops her elbow right into Brittany’s unprotected gut. She then steps between the blonde’s muscular legs, interlocks her hands and starts driving two-hand slams into her stomach. Brittany’s taught belly is starting to buckle to the pain as Kate keeps the punishment going. The ref is yelling at both ladies to get the action back in the ring, but Kate maintains her attack. She’s pounded about 17 shots to Brittany’s belly.
Daniels, starting to get desperate to end the abuse, wraps her strong legs around Kate’s waist. She locks her ankles and, with all her remaining strength, squeezes the scissors tight. Kate is surprised by how quickly and forcefully Brittany applied her hold. Her ribs burn with pain, particularly her already weakened left side. She tries to continue her pounding on Brittany’s mid-section, but cannot. The ref continues to instruct the women to get back into the ring. After about 30 seconds, Kate grabs for Brittany’s crotch. She digs both thumbs into the blue bikini bottom of her foe and is rewarded with a howling scream. Daniels’ legs loosen from around Kate’s waist and she drops to the floor. Brittany pulls herself back into the ring, rubbing herself and trying to massage the pain away.
The ref starts a count now that just one woman is out of the ring. The crowd is frenzied, appreciative of the way both women have battled thus far. Bosworth gets to her feet and starts to climb back into the ring. Brittany, back on her feet now, walks up to her and grabs her hair. She gets Kate to her feet and slams her fist into the blonde’s forehead. Kate grabs for Brittany’s hair with her left hand as another fist slams into her forehead. Kate retaliates this time, driving a punch into Brittany’s forehead. The two blondes go toe to toe, holding each other’s hair with their left and punching away with their right. After she lands her fifth punch to Brittany’s head, Kate sees blood starting to stream from her foe’s head. Brittany’s punches are losing their effectiveness and she’s starting to see double. Kate doesn’t let up, continuing to batter Brittany even after the return punches stop. After 12 hard punches, Kate turns and flips Daniels by her hair all the way to the concrete arena floor, slamming her on her ass with a dull thud. Brittany falls back and rests against the side of the ring.
Kate steps into the ring, forcing the ref to start a new count. She then darts out of the ring, causing him to start again. Once she hits the floor, she yanks her barely-conscious enemy to her feet by her hair. She lifts Brittany, holding her sideways and charges over to the corner post. She slams the small of Daniels’ back into the post, eliciting a roar from the crowd that drowns out the loud grunt of her foe. She backs up and rams her into the post again. And again. A fourth time draws her very close to the twenty-count, so she turns and slams Brittany to the floor. She then hops back into the ring, starting the ref on a new count. As he counts, she parades around the ring, soaking up the adulation of the crowd. The ref nears twenty with no sign of Brittany, so she hops back out of the ring to break the count again.
Brittany is still crumpled on the floor, her once beautifully blonde hair matted with sweat and blood. Her eyes are opened, but they lack focus. Kate drags her to her feet, ready to continue the beating. Daniels takes a wild swing at Bosworth that completely misses her. In response, Kate pounds Brittany’s head on the ring apron. She then lifts and rolls her into the ring. Daniels tries to roll across the ring, but she only makes it to the center before her progress is halted by Kate. Bosworth lifts her in the air, displaying the beaten body of her foe to the whole crowd as they cheer. After the parade, she cruelly drops Brittany over her outstretched knee and allows her to roll to the mat.
Kate, showing no interest in bringing the match to an end, again drags Brittany to her feet. She leads her to the nearest corner and slams her forehead into the top turnbuckle. She then turns her, resting her back in the corner and draping her lifeless arms over the top ropes. Like a boxer working a bag she pounds fist after fist into the ribs and gut of her foe. The ref tries to break it up, but Kate stays right after her. After 20-25 thunderous punches, she relents.
She grabs the matted hair of the defeated diva and walks her to the center of the ring. She lifts Brittany into a torture-rack hold, again working on her pained back. It doesn’t take but about 10 seconds before Brittany screams her submission. Kate keeps the hold on as the ref asks if she accepts the submission. There is a wicked smile on her face, seeming to signal joy at the second submission Daniels screams. She tells Brittany to beg her to accept her submission and the broken blonde complies. Still screaming, she pleads for her tormentor to let her go. Kate reluctantly accepts her submission and drops her to the mat with a thud. The ref awards her the match and Kate hops out of the ring, celebrating with the crowd as she heads to the back. It takes a good five minutes, but Brittany eventually rolls out of the ring and staggers to the back, too.

Celebrity Wrestling
Saturday, match 10
Tag-Team Championship
By coach26

It's been a heck of a day so far, and we now we head into our double main event. First up, we have our tag-team championship match pitting Jessica Alba and Jessica Biel against Eliza Dushku and Jessica Simpson. These two teams have developed quite a hate for each other during the course of the week and it's been on display at points today. At 5'7 and 5'8, Alba and Biel will enjoy a distinct height advantage over the 5'3 and 5'5 Simpson and Dushku. Biel boasts the most physical strength of the four with Alba and Simpson both being incredibly strong as well. Dushku makes up for her lack of strength by being a superb technical wrestler. This will truly be a matter of which team can force the action because if any of these women find themselves in a bind, it could very likely be “lights out”. Both teams have displayed a calculating knowledge of the rules and great teamwork in the corners when they get an opponent down. It will be interesting to see which wrestlers are chosen to start, as those two may very well decide the outcome of the match.

The ref is in the ring and the time has come for the introduction of our wrestlers. The team of Dushku and Simpson will march down the ramp first. The announcer's voice finds itself suddenly drowned out as Toby Keith's Angry American blares through the arena. In come Jessica and Eliza, both wearing camouflage bikini shorts and bikini tops with black wrestling boots. They proudly wave American Flags as they enter, stirring the crowd. They circle the ring, waving the flags to a thunderous ovation. As they get to their corner, they signal to someone in the crowd. There are four American Servicemen in the front row representing the different branches of the military. The Airman steps up to Jessica Simpson and she kisses him. He then kisses Eliza and takes her flag to his seat. This routine is repeated three more times for each serviceman until they are all four seated again and in possession of both flags. The two lovely wrestlers jump into the ring and the crowd again roars its approval of their entrance.

The music dies and the announcer starts to introduce their opponents when, once again, he is interrupted by loud music. This time, ZZ Top's Legs is the song and smoke fills the entryway to the arena. After a slight pause, two huge muscle-bound men walk through the smoke. They are both bare-chested and wearing skin-tight, black spandex pants. Behind them, two more equally huge men charge through. These two are carrying Jessica Alba and Jessica Biel to the ring on their shoulders. They are each perched on the outside shoulder of their carrier in a side-saddle seating, waving to the crowd. The gentlemen carry them around the ring, stopping at their corner and letting them off onto the ring apron. Both ladies are wearing trench coats which cover them from head-to-toe. The crowd stands in awed silence waiting to see how these wrestlers chose to adorn themselves for this match while two of the men hop into the ring. They each stand behind one of the brunette beauties and start unbuttoning their coats while the ladies dance. Once unbuttoned, the coats slide off, revealing the wrestling attire they chose and bringing a loud roar from the crowd. Alba and Biel have on micro-mesh, very see-through black body suits under which the wear black, thong bikinis. The bikinis cover just enough of them to be legal and the outfits cling to them, displaying their sexy, muscular forms better than if they were nude. They are also both wearing knee-high black leather boots. The crowd goes wild while the two wrestler dance to the end of the song, their two guards still in the ring creating a barrier between them and their upcoming opponents.

Once the music ends, the ref instructs the behemoth men to leave the ring. Alba and Biel step through the ropes and quickly head to the center of the ring. Simpson and Dushku aren't so quick to get there and Alba invites them, sarcastically, with her finger. The ref asks them to come out to the center and they respond to his request, trying to exhibit a distinction between his request and Alba's. Once they arrive, the ref starts to go over the rules and the brunettes stand as close to Simpson and Dushku as possible in an effort to intimidate. Biel is directly in front of Dushku, staring down at her and Alba does the same with Simpson. The shorter women, to their credit refuse to back down. You can see the hate these teams have for each other. Neither team hears the ref, his instructions becoming just a droning back-drop.

The ref tries to get Simpson or Dushku to pick the other team's starter, but he's interrupted by Alba. “We both know you're no match for me in the ring. Without the opportunity to sneak up on me or double-team me, you got no chance in here.” She punctuates her statement with a poke to the blonde's chest.

“Keep your fucking finger off me, bitch, or I'll break it,” replies the blonde. “This isn't about wrestling. I'm gonna beat you till you beg me stop. Then I'm gonna make you watch me beat your little friend. You won't ever want to get in a ring again when I'm done with you.” With that, Simpson shoves Alba back. Alba responds with a wild swing towards Simpson's face, but Dushku grabs her arm and stops the punch. This leaves an opening on Eliza, though, and Biel slams her fist into the brunette's gut. At the same time, Simpson launches a punch at Alba's head, but she backs out of the way, causing her to miss.

Dushku is doubled over with Biel in front of her. Jessica grabs a handful of hair starts landing punches to Eliza's head. After three, Dushku drops to a knee, her head spinning and throbbing in pain. Meanwhile, Simpson and Alba have locked hands, each trying to demonstrate a strength advantage. Though fairly even, strength-wise, Alba's height gives her a tremendous advantage and she starts to drive the blonde back. Simpson responds with a quick kick to the gut, but Alba is ready for that and the damage is minimal. Simpson realizes that she is losing the battle, here, and sends another hard kick to Alba's stomach. Even though she sees it coming, Alba's gut feels this one. She starts to step back, but her hands are still locked with Simpson's and she can't avoid a third kick to the belly. She drops to a knee and Simpson steps closer to her. “It's time for the beginning of the end, doll,” she says as she readies another kick.

Before she can launch her next kick, Biel lands a powerful kidney punch on the blonde. “Right you are, bitch,” Biel taunts as she applies a full nelson. Her partner gets back to her feet and begins driving her fists into Simpson's gut and breasts. The helpless blonde screams in pain as the brunettes continue their assault. The ref still tries to gain some sort of order to the proceedings, but no one is listening to him. Eliza is collapsed on the mat about 10 feet away from the action. She's holding her head and moaning while the two powerful brunettes are pounding away on her partner. The ref escorts her to her corner, trying to at least get one wrestler out of the ring. She doesn't resist as he guides her out. He then comes back to the center and declares loudly that Alba has a five-count to get out of the ring. Before he can even start his count, she retreats to her corner leaving Biel and Simpson in the ring together.

Simpson, still trapped in the full-nelson, groans in pain while Biel walks her to the corner with Alba. Biel presses Simpson into the corner and releases the full-nelson, moving to a hammer lock on the right arm instead. The worn-down blonde cannot resist her powerful foe and once the hold is secured, Biel drives her elbow into Simpson's shoulder. She repeats this several times, ignoring the ref's instructions to get her out of the corner. Finally adhering to his demands, though, Biel turns the blonde around. She turns her back to her and ducks down, pulling Simpson down over Biel's left shoulder. She lifts the beaten blonde and extends her right arm. She walks her to the center of the ring and drops her down, wickedly landing her right shoulder on an outstretched knee. Simpson bounces off her knee and flops to the mat, grasping her shoulder and writhing.

Biel drags her foe up by her hair. She drives a couple of hard punches into her forehead. Afterwards, she takes the blonde's head and traps it between her powerful legs. She grabs both of Simpson's arms and leaps, executing a devastating pedigree right in the middle of the ring. Simpson lies motionless under the brunette battler. Biel stays over her foe, though, stretching her right arm out again. She lifts her left knee in the air and pounds it down on Simpson's already wounded shoulder. Simpson's body convulses in pain while Biel continues this punishment.

After her fifth knee-drop to the shoulder, Biel slides her right leg under Simpson's chest. She traps her in a leg-scissors hold going under the right arm and over the left shoulder, isolating the head and right arm of her opponent. She then grips Simpson's right wrist and applies a torturous arm bar, pressing the twisted arm into the mat at the shoulder. Simpson howls in pain as Biel keeps the hold on, clearly and effectively working to disable the limb. The ref asks Simpson if she submits, but the blonde spitfire refuses. Her screams get louder, though, as Biel continues to twist and torture the trapped arm. If not for the searing pain in her arm, Simpson would be hurting enough due to the crushing force being applied to her chest by Biel's legs. The ref again offers her the opportunity to quit. Simpson still refuses, but hasn't exhibited any hope of deterring her foe from continuing to wear her down.

After a full 90seconds, Biel releases the leg-scissors and pulls the diva to her feet. She takes her to the corner where Alba waits and pounds her head into the top turnbuckle. She tags her partner, then applies a half nelson to the left arm of the blonde and a hammer lock on the right. Pain courses through Simpson's shoulder. Alba steps up to her, smiling, and lifts her right knee into the blonde's pussy. She places her hands on Simpson's shoulders to maintain her balance and repeats the knee-lift 12 more times until the ref instructs them that the double-team time is done. Biel releases her holds and Simpson's wobbly legs fail her, forcing her to drop to her knees in front of her enemy.

Alba steps behind Simpson and grabs her ankles. She pulls up and out on them, effectively dragging the blonde away from the corner on her tits. Before she gets to the center of the ring, Alba stops and fires a kick into Simpson's groin. Simpson's body quivers with the effects of Alba repeating the move several times. She then folds Simpson's legs back, one over the other, and sits on them. She grabs Simpson's wrists and leans back, applying a surfboard hold. The pain in Jessica's back is tremendous, but it pales in comparison to the renewed assault on her right shoulder. The limb is in no condition to suffer this hold and Simpson knows it. Tears start to well in her eyes in response to the suffering. The ref again asks her to submit and Jessica, this time, give no reply. Her pride won't let her sob while Alba punishes her, but she wouldn't be able to speak otherwise. Alba continues the hold for more than a minute and then taunts her foe, “You're just too stupid to have known what you were getting into. Sad, too, because you're a talented wrestler. When we're done with you, though, you'll need too much recovery time to be effective in the rest of the tournament. This is just the beginning for you tonight.”

Finally having punished her long enough, Alba releases the blonde's arms. She stands and gets Simpson to her feet, too. As the blonde gets yanked to her feet, she fires a quick shot with her left fist into Alba's gut. The brunette laughs and releases Simpson. She steps back and allows her feisty foe to gather her balance. The two warriors are facing each other with their backs to the opposition's corner. “Didn't think you'd have anything left, shorty,” Alba says. “Whatcha got for me? Think you can make it to your partner over there?” She points towards Simpson's corner where Eliza is on her knees, leaning into the ropes and holding her head in both hands. “I doubt it'll do you any good if you do, but I'm willing to let you try.” Simpson offers no response, standing flat-footed and facing her enemy. She has her left hand drawn up in a defensive posture, but her right arm dangles to her side. She can see her partner on the other side of Alba and begins to realize that any hope of victory in this match rests with her. She watches Alba dance back and forth in front of her, trying to find a good time to strike at her, but the brunette is clearly aware of her advantage and doesn't offer any opening.

Finally tired of watching Simpson grasp the desperation of her situation, Alba strikes, landing a spinning back-kick to the right side of the blonde's head. Simpson's reflex-reaction of trying to block the kick with her right arm fails her and the heel of Alba's boot catches her square on the temple. Simpson spins to the mat on her stomach. Alba steps over the groggy Simpson and applies a camel-clutch. Once the hold is secured, she covers Simpson's mouth and pinches her nose, creating instant panic in her trapped foe. After about 45 seconds of suffocation, Alba releases the mouth and nose but latches both hands onto the pert breasts of her suffering victim. Simpson tries to scream, but she's still short on wind. The ref asks again for her submission but Alba insists that he's wasting his time. After a full minute of torturing Simpson's tits (not to mention, her back), Alba relents. She slams a sobbing Simpson to the mat and drags her to the corner where Biel awaits.

“I think we can work the back a bit now, but I really want to do the move we worked on for her, now. Is that ok?” Alba asks Biel when she gets to the corner.

“I think so. I'll work her back after that, but now is as good a time as any.”

With that, Alba tags her eager partner and each grab an ankle and wrist of the battered blonde. They sit at her sides, Alba on her right and Biel to her left, placing their feet against her ribcage and holding her arms and legs in the air. Then, with wicked suddenness, they both lie back, forcing Simpson's legs apart and down. While the blonde screams in agony, Alba and Biel press her ankles towards the mat with all their might, attempting to make a “V” with her legs. The inside of Simpson's thighs burn with pain and her muscles are being stretched well beyond their capacity. For the full thirty seconds, the two brunettes continue to torture Simpson's legs in this manner, ignoring her sobs and screams and soaking up the roar of the appreciative crowd. Once the time is up, Alba releases and springs to her feet, waving to the crowd as Biel grabs a handful of blonde locks, ready to continue the beating.

Biel drags the blonde to her feet, ignoring her tearful pleas for mercy. She lifts Simpson up and walks her across the ring, where Dushku is now on her feet. She drops her over a knee in a powerful back-breaker and holds her there, bending her back in an upside-down “U” over her knee. As Simpson screams in pain, Biel takes the opportunity to taunt Dushku. “Aren't you glad we chose her? We could easily have picked you, but Simpson is obviously the bitch in charge when it comes to your pathetic team. After I take a little time and work at breaking her back, you want me to give you the opportunity to end her suffering? I'll let her tag you in. Tell you what. You don't even have to answer. I'm going to take her to the middle of the ring and hurt her some more. When I come back, if you're still here, tag in. If you don't want any, leave while I'm crushing your partner. We'll all understand. No one wants what Jess and I have in store for you, whichever one of you is in the ring to take it. Think about it and I'll be right back.”

With that, Biel unceremoniously dumps the blonde to the mat, ending her screaming for the moment. She then jerks Simpson to her feet and flips her up over Biel's right shoulder. Biel secures her grip, wrapping her arms around Simpson's chest, under her arms. Biel's shoulder is well positioned, directly under the small of the blonde's back. She allows Simpson's legs to dangle behind her and once again, Simpson's back bends brutally backward. Biel walks to the center of the ring, facing her partner. Once she reaches the center, she jumps. The snapping motion further pains Simpson's back and she screams. In fact, she screams five times, each in response to another vicious leap by Biel. Biel the drops the blonde o the mat, satisfied with her work thus far. She looks back to the enemy corner and sees Dushku jump from the apron and slowly walk away, leaving her partner at the mercy of the brunettes.

Biel forces Simpson to a seated position on her knees allowing her to watch as her partner abandons her. She laughs at Simpson's predicament, knowing that she needn't say anything at this point to further the blonde's desperation. After Simpson sees her partner disappear to the back, Biel secures a dragon-sleeper hold on her. The hold painfully contorts her back again and Simpson's screams are once more filling the arena. Biel grabs a handful of breast-filled cammo bikini-top and twists cruelly. “Isn't this what you did to my partner the other day? Doesn't feel good, does it?” After about 30 seconds, she releases her prey.

Biel looks over to her partner as she gets to her feet, smiling at her. She blows her a kiss and starts dragging Simpson to her feet. Once she's got her upright, Biel wraps her powerful arms around the blonde and applies a crushing bear hug. Simpson lifts her legs, trying to find a grip on Biel's torso to alleviate some of the tremendous pain. Her left arm wraps around Biel's head while her right still dangles at her side. She grunts in pain, unable to make any significant difference with her efforts. She is shocked at the ease with which Biel maintains her hold and even more so at the power she is able to exert. “Please. No more,” Simpson pleads. Biel's only response is to tighten her grip even further, something Simpson didn't imagine she could do. Biel then runs across the ring to her partner's corner, slamming Simpson's back into the corner upon their arrival. She releases the bear hug and allows Simpson to slump to the mat. She then kicks her out of the ring and tags Alba in.

Alba springs into the ring as Biel ducks out. Biel jumps down to the arena floor and lifts Simpson in the air, holding the blonde across her body. She rams Simpson's back into the metal ring-post drawing a loud grunt of pain as she does. The ref is counting trying to get Biel to release the blonde, but three more times she pounds her into the ring-post before she holds her there on the last one. The ref is almost to ten, though, so Biel will have to stop torturing Simpson. Alba reaches through the ropes, though, gripping Simpson by her right wrist and left ankle. Alba is in a seated position with her feet firmly planted against the ring-post. She lies back as far as she can, bending the screaming blonde back and using the post as a wedge. Biel releases her hold of Simpson in time to avoid a disqualification and the ref now turns his attention towards Alba. He admonishes her and instructs her to break the hold. Alba leans further back in response, maximizing the torture her foe's back suffers. The ref starts another count, trying to get the brunette to release Simpson and with each count, Biel drives a fist into Simpson. Her belly, breasts, ribs and crotch each suffer devastating punches from the muscular brunette while her back feels as though it's about to snap. Before the ref finishes his count, though, the brunette's relent, allowing Simpson to fall to the arena floor. Biel picks her lifeless body up off the floor and rolls her back into the ring.

Alba grabs a handful of Simpson's hair and brings her to her feet again. She lifts the blonde, holding her across her body like Biel had done a minute ago. She maintains her grip and drops the blonde across her knee, crushing the right rib cage. She lifts her foe again and repeats the move. In fact, in quite a display of strength, Alba repeats the move seven times, drawing grunts of pain with each. After the seventh, she allows the blonde to drop to the floor with a thud. “What do you think, Jess,” Alba inquires of her partner, “should we go ahead and end this now? I think she probably got the point.” Biel nods with a wicked smile.

Alba gets the blonde to her feet again and, facing Biel, applies an abdominal stretch, bending Simpson over and exposing the right ribcage. Pain courses through Simpson's right shoulder again, but it pales in comparison to what she feels as Alba starts driving her fist into the exposed ribcage. After three powerful punches, Simpson screams a submission which is quickly refused by Alba. After a tenth punch, Alba drops the blonde to the mat, arranging her so that she lies on her back with her feet towards the corner where Biel looks on. Alba then steps over her fallen foe and walks up to her partner. She grabs a handful of Biel's jet-black hair and plants a deep, passionate kiss on her. The crowd roars, loving every second of the sexy embrace. Afterwards, Alba tags her partner in and turns her attention to the blonde, who hasn't moved an inch. While Biel enters the ring, Alba struts over to Simpson and steps over her, straddling her and facing her feet. She grabs Simpson's wrists and manages to pull her shoulders up enough to slide her calves underneath. She looks up at her incredibly beautiful partner from her knees as Biel lifts Simpson's ankles in the air. She runs her hands down Biel's body, starting at the breasts and working all the way down to her hips as she wiggles her voluptuous ass down onto Simpson's face. Biel kneels down, placing her knee directly on Simpson's twat and keeping her legs in the air. She kisses her partner again as Alba starts to grind herself on Simpson's face, suffocating the blonde. The ref, though every bit as stunned as the audibly-silent audience, manages to lift Simpson's arm once….twice….then a third time with no sign of life. He calls for the bell and announces the sensual brunettes as the winners by KO.

At the sound of the bell, Alba and Biel rise, releasing their foe and embrace. They jump for joy as the crowd, recovered from their awe, cheers them on. After a good five minutes of playing to the adoring crowd, Alba and Biel slide out of the ring and race up the ramp offering high-fives along the way. Simpson doesn't move a bit until the medical staff gets into the ring. Smelling salt brings her around and her body shivers until she realizes that the brunettes are no longer in the ring. She is placed on a gurney and carried to the back.