Celebrity Wrestling

Jessica Alba v Kim Smith

By coach26

Well, it's clearly been a night of one-sided wins. Even the Brittney Spears – Jennifer Garner match, upon which we had counted for some drama, ended in a 15-0 whitewash for Ms Spears. Our next match, Jessica Alba against Kim Smith, doesn't appear to be much better, though Smith has come on recently. With a decided advantage in power and quickness though, Jessica is expected to win another one-sided event. In any case, this will be the last match of the fourth round of matches and will provide us a really good idea as to who the top sixteen are. It will also help us get a good gage as to how the bottom half shapes up and which wrestlers find themselves in dire straits.

In Kim Smith's dressing room, she has an unexpected guest. Victoria Silvestedt watches the closed-circuit TV and laughs at the sight of Alba, Biel and Tweeden walking down the ramp to the ring. “I knew she'd bring her down to the ring, Kim. I told you. Pride, it's the worst enemy that women like those two have. She has to show her lover some measure of dominance over you. Now, remember what I said. You have to strike quickly and get on top of her. Emotions are running that sexy body right now and the earlier you can stomp them out of her, the easier she'll be to work-over. If she gets the drop on you, though, that emotion might lead her to a darker side than she's shown before. You'll have to hope we can distract her enough with events outside the ring. You getting all this?”

Kim shook her head, “I get it. I'm actually really looking forward to teaching her a bit of a lesson. Now, we agreed, you won't hurt Biel . I want her and she needs to be healthy for the night I have in store for her.”

“You just concern yourself about the match in front of you. There's a good reason she's undefeated.”

“You're starting to sound a little less confident than you were when we started this,” Kim insists. She steps up to the full-bodied blonde and wraps her arm around her waist. Victoria 's in a loose-fitting pair of blue sweat-shorts that barely cover her tight, round ass and a pink half-shirt that says Gold's across the chest. Smith wears her wrestling attire, a dark blue bikini short combo and blue boots. She kisses Victoria and while they embrace, the door opens. Jennifer Garies and Nikki Ziering walk in. Silvestedt see them and pulls away from the brunette.

“Time to set the table,” Silvestedt says as the foursome head out the door.

In the shower, Brittney Spears slips out of her robe and starts to walk into the shower bay. Christina Aguilera, just having finished her shower, drops her things, seeing her blonde nemesis walk in. Spears cracks a wicked smile, “Well, fancy catching you here. Don't you still owe me some…well, don't you still have some debt to work off?”

Aguilera steps back, retreating from Spears. She starts to shake her head, “I paid for my loss. I paid more than I deserved to. Just leave me alone, please.”

“Now, as I recall, I was supposed to get a whole night with you. That didn't happen. I'll admit, what did happen was pretty rough, but I don't really think either of us can consider that debt paid in full. Know what I mean?”

Aguilera starts to reply, but Spears, who's managed to close the distance between the two and has her prey backed against the wall, interrupts her, “I promise it won't be the way it was last time. Besides, I just won a tough match that I didn't think would go so well for me, so I'm in a really good mood. You would do best to take advantage of my euphoric state and enjoy paying off your debt. If I exact payment another night, I may not be as sensitive to your needs.” As she tries to convince Christina, Brittney's left hand grabs her waist while the right strokes her beautiful blonde hair. “Just help me with my shower and if I like how this goes, you might actually enjoy your evening.”

“Please, Brit, I have a match tomorrow that I can win. I know I can't resist you physically and I know how bad things can be if I give in to this. Please don't cost me the rest of this tournament. I'll do what you ask, just don't hurt me.”

Christina's pathetic plea seems to further support Brittney's good mood and the blonde kisses her lips. Aguilera responds in kind and the two start to make out in the shower. After a few minutes of deep kissing, hand-probing and light grinding, Brittney reassures the scared diva, “I promise I won't do you any harm tonight. Odds are, we won't be in the ring together again, so there's no more upside in hurting you. Besides, as much as we've been at each other publicly for our entire careers, I've always wanted a chance to do this with you. I make fun of your use of sex in your music, but I have to admit…it does turn me on.” The two blondes get back to making out, eventually working their way to a shower-head where Aguilera takes care to clean her lover very thoroughly, twice bringing Spears to orgasm. Afterwards, they head to Brittney's room where the night continues for the rivals-turned-lovers.

In the ring, Jessica Alba draws a loud round of cheers from the fans. Her skin-tight, silver jogging pants and black bikini top show off her sexy form very nicely and crowd shows her their appreciation. She stops posing for the crowd, though, when she sees Victoria Silvestedt stroll down the ramp with her two watchdogs in tow. Garies and Ziering both have tight-fitting blue jeans on with pink half-shirts that match Victoria 's. Silvestedt walks straight up to Jessica Biel, who refuses to back down. They are across the ring from where the ramp comes down. Victoria says nothing, just continues to crowd Biel . Leann tries to get between them, but the two side-kicks impede her. They don't say anything, but Tweeden can tell that these two came out looking for a fight. Alba leans out of the ring, “What the hell are you doing out here?” she yells at Victoria .

“Just came out to watch you wrestle, hon,” Victoria replies. “After all, I want to get a good look at my roommate for Friday night.”

Biel turns and looks at the towering blonde, “I wouldn't go counting on anything just yet, bitch. If you think I'm going to let you pin me and take my partner home with you, you've got another thing coming.”

“Maybe we should up the stakes a little, then. I didn't realize you were so confident. I beat you, I get the sex-kitten up there and you get to entertain my friends here. You beat me, and all three of us have to wrestle you and Alba. Three matches, one of us against both of you for each match. It can even be at your apartment, in your ring with Leann, here, as the ref. What do you say?”

Before Biel can respond, she hears a loud grunt in the ring. She looks up and Kim Smith has entered the ring during the conversation and has kicked her partner square in the crotch. The ref is trying to separate the two wrestlers, but Kim has Jessica by the hair and is raining punches down on her head. “Hey, what the fuck, ref?” Biel asserts. Silvestedt laughs at her. “You're on, Blondie. We're going to bust you up real good.”

The ref finally gets Kim off of Jessica. He gets her over to her corner, then calls for the start of the match. Alba barely gets to her feet in her corner when Smith races across, lifting her right knee and slamming into the sexy brunette's chin. Alba grunts and the force of the impact slams her back into the corner, her arms flying over the top rope and her head slumped forward. Kim looks down at Victoria , “I think she's out already, Vicki. I knew this would work.” Silvestedt laughs, paying no attention to Biel who starts to yell at her. Smith grabs a handful of Alba's hair and starts to pull the dazed fighter out of the corner. To Smith's surprise, though, Alba grabs a handful of hair, too and spins the confident brunette into the corner. Before she realizes what's happening, Kim's gut feels the force of repeated punches by the angry brunette. She tries to focus enough to retaliate, realizing that Alba probably can't take too many more blows to the head, but the punches are taking their toll and she's too winded to mount her defense. The ref tries to peel Alba back off of Smith and appears to succeed. Alba, though, uses the brief separation from Kim to lift her right knee into the model's crotch. Kim's face exhibits a pained expression, but Alba launches her knee again. A third time, then a fourth and the brunette in the corner starts to collapse to the mat.

The ref is still working at getting Alba out of the corner, so she grabs Smith's hair and pulls her out of the ring. She lifts the tall brunette in the air and slams her down to the mat. Smith's body bounces to a rest in the center of the ring while Alba circles around her. Jessica grabs both of her foe's ankles, lifting her legs in the air. “You made an offer to my partner earlier. Was it this?” The angry brunette stomps Kim's pussy. The compromised brunette screams as Alba repeatedly stomps away at her. “I don't think you'll be offering this to anyone for a while, girlie. You fucked with the wrong woman.” Maliciously, Alba continues her assault. After 25 stomps, blood soaks through Kim's bikini shorts and the brunette cries, begging for the torture to stop. Alba finally relents, realizing she's probably gone too far with her assault. She turns the broken brunette and applies a Boston crab. Kim's submission comes fast and the brunette releases her.

During the break, Alba approaches the corner where Biel is. “Do you think its best that we accept terms for your match Friday out of anger?” she asks her partner. “They seemed ready for this.” The ref restarts the match and Alba turns her attention back to the ring. Kim lies on the mat in the fetal position, holding her wounded crotch. Alba steps over to her and applies a camel clutch, arching the model way back. Another swift submission ends the hold. Alba stays over her, though, and at the restart she applies a standing surfboard hold, prompting a third submission. She then returns to the corner where Biel has been joined by Silvestedt.

“Did I hear you girls talking about backing out of the bet?” the blonde asks. “I don't blame you, Biel . I mean, you don't have any hope against me. Your buddy, though, she's going to find sexual highs she's never dreamed of after I beat you. I'll be surprised if she ever comes back home to you once she sees how pathetic you really are.” Biel shoves the blonde and the two start yelling at each other. Security comes to the ring and separates them. Alba gets her attention back on the match at the ref's restart.

Smith still lies in the ring's center. Alba's anger burns hot again and she grabs the brunette's hair. She moves her into a seated position and slams her fist down onto Kim's chest. She continues the brutal assault on Kim, who starts to beg for mercy. “You got yourself involved in this, Kim,” the angry Alba says. “You put yourself in the middle of something that had nothing to do with you and now me and my partner are backed into a corner.” As she speaks, she continues to bomb away at Kim's chest and tits. “I know sex is just sex to you, but that woman over there is more than a partner or a lover to me. That's my friend and I care about her. This isn't a game to me.” Alba switches her assault to Kim's head. Blood streams from Alba's knuckles as she pounds away at the defenseless brunette. Finally, the ref calls for the bell. Kim's limp body has long-since stopped offering any defense and he's afraid he may have waited too long. Alba doesn't even argue about submission points or anything. She releases the brunette and jumps out of the ring.

Alba approaches Silvestedt and get right in her face. “I don't know what your game is and why you insist on playing it, but I won't let you come between Jess and me. I don't care what happens tomorrow, you and you hyenas leave her alone. I made a bet that those two whores forced me in to, and I'll honor it, but you leave her out of this. It's enough that she feels responsible for me now. I did that to her and I can't change that. She doesn't owe you a thing, though. She certainly doesn't owe jack shit to these two. So back the fuck off or you really won't like what happens to you Friday, win or lose your match with my partner. You getting this?”

Victoria starts to respond, but Alba places a finger over her lips. She puts her arm around Biel and the two walk off, Tweeden following. Victoria looks at her blonde friends, “Well,” she says, “I guess I just got put in my place.” The three of them share a laugh and Silvestedt looks to the ring where Kim Smith is still receiving medical assistance. “One thing's for sure, though. Jessica had it right when she told the rag-doll in there that she didn't know what she had gotten herself in to. Hope she's ok.” More laughter accompanies the three of them away from the ring.