The WWE is holding it's own interactive PPV soon, entitled "Taboo Tuesday", where the viewers vote to decide the matches and their stipulations. This got me thinking as to the matches I would like to see and you'll find descriptions of them below. This is of course total fantasy.

1) MOLLY HOLLY & GAIL KIM V. LITA & NIDIA
A DOUBLE DOG COLLAR , CHAIN MATCH. THE TWO MEMBERS OF THE LOSING TEAM WILL HAVE  TO MAKE A HARDCORE LESBIAN PORN MOVIE FOR PUBLIC RELEASE..

First to the ring are Molly and Nidia, wearing their normal ring attire (Molly her white top and black trousers, Gail in scarlet bra top and tight shorts) they already have their leather collars around their necks, the eight foot steel chain connecting to the two empty collars. Lita enters the arena to her music, dressed in baggy pants and a vest top, and gets in the ring. Gail begins to bad mouth her and as Lita is distracted, Molly sneaks behind her and smashes her chain covered fist into Lita's back. Gail then quickly attaches the collar around the downed Lita's slim neck and in one movement hoists her up and over the ring ropes, her fees some distance from the floor so she is being choked.

Nidia runs out to try and save her partner but before she can reach the ring she is confronted by Molly on the rampway, swinging the metal chain backward and forwards in front of her, meaning that to get past she would surely be struck by it. By now Gail has got one foot against the tope rope and is hauling the chain back with all the strength her wiry body can manage as Lita desperately claws at the collar with her hands, trying unsuccessfully to get some relief.

Seeing her partner's plight Nidia decided she had to go for it and plunged down the ramp towards the ring trying to avoid Molly's swing with the chain. She nearly made it but the chain just caught her on the back of her head. The blow hurt like hell and worse it caused Nidia to overbalance and topple forward face first onto the end of the metallic ramp.

Molly was on her downed foe in a flash, driving a hard knee to Nidia's back before wrapping the chain around her throat and pulling back as hard as she could. As both faces struggled the referees remonstrated with the heels but there was little they could do as the rules were such that there could be no disqualifications.

Molly hauls Nidia to her feet by her curly hair and then proceeds to Irish whip her into the metal ring steps shoulder first which give a loud metallic crash as she connects. With her opponent down Molly turns and grabs the struggling Lita's legs which dangle just behind her. With Gail wrenching back viciously from behind and Molly pulling down on her legs the flame haired Lita's frame was stretched cruelly over the side of the ring and she was seconds from passing out. However, Molly's grip was so tight on Lita's baggy trousers that they came away in her hands and slid the rest of the way off her legs, leaving her long legs dangling over the edge of the ring clad in only a bright red thong.

Molly seems happy with this extra humiliation and throws the trousers into the crowd to her left. She is so busy doing that she fails to see Nidia rise up and run at her from behind, collide with her and send her headfirst into the outside of the ring post. Seeing her partner's plight Nidia reached up and supported her feet, relieving the pressure from the collar around her neck and getting Lita's feet onto the mat. Gail tried to kick Nidia through the ropes but Nidia catches her foot, knocks her off balance then pulls both her ankles to crotch the young Korean on the bottom rope. Nidia asks if Lita's OK but Lita just waves her on telling her to get Molly hooked up. So as Lita gingerly makes her way over the top rope Nidia stoops over the grounded Molly and attaches the collar around her neck.

Lita lifts Gail to her feet then nails her with a chain assisted clothesline before whipping her into the far corner, straddling the middle rope and, with the crowd counting each blow, delivering ten punches with her chain covered knuckles. When she dismounts, Gail slips weakly to her backside in the corner, clearly dazed.

Meantime Nidia has picked Molly up and has got her head between her legs and is trying to get her up and deliver a standard piledriver on the mats at ringside. Nidia had misjudged though because Molly is that bit heavier than Nidia can lift and after three blocked efforts, Molly on the fourth manages to power Nidia up and over her back landing with a slam on the floor. Acting quickly, Molly then hooked Nidia's head under her arm and delivers a DDT on the mats, knocking Nidia silly.
Seeing her partner go down Lita slides under the bottom rope to kick Molly from behind and deliver five or six hard chops. Gail, however, also slips from the ring on the adjacent side of it and when she tugs with all her might on the chain Lita's head is jerked back fiercely and smacks solidly into the ring post. Gail holds her there as Molly pays her back with a series of hard slaps, chops and punches. Then Gail smartly comes round the post, into the ring and around again, ringing the chain around Lita's already injured throat under the leather collar.

By now Nidia is coming round but Molly is ready for that and grabbing a folding metal chair from ringside, she flattens it and smashes it over her rising opponent's skull. Then Molly rolls back the blue ringside mats she hoists her lifeless foe up and delivers a tombstone piledriver on the concrete. Jarring Nidia's helpless body. It is then just a formality for Molly to pin Nidia on the floor as a helpless and choking Lita looks on, chained by the neck to the post.

TIME OF THE MATCH: 4:24
WINNERS: MOLLY HOLLY AND GAIL KIM
LOSER'S FORFEIT: As a consequence of their defeat Lita and Nidia have to make a hardcore lesbian porno movie. However, rather than with each other four bull dykes are hired for the film to strap on and take the two diva's roughly on film. A best seller is guaranteed.

2) STACY KIEBLER V. JAZZ
STEEL CAGE MATCH.
LOSER IS WINNER'S SLAVE FOR A WEEK

The tough Afro-American, Jazz, is first to enter the 15 foot high cage, her entrance slow and measured and a sick smile for all the ringsiders who shout at her from the crowd. She looks very confident of victory. She is wearing her gold skirt and gold bra top that show up so well against her dark skin. She tests the cages strength by pulling on the bars from the outside before strutting her way up the steps and waiting, hands on hips for her opponent.

Stacy's music kicks in and she makes her way down the rampway. She is wearing a black T-shirt and cookie-cutter shorts to show off her incredible, long legs. However, one look at her face shows a worried young woman. She can't believe she has been so unlucky as to get this fight. Everybody knows how tough Jazz is and everybody knows that Stacy is no fighter. Well tough luck Stacy, because the fan has voted for this!

She approaches the cage with apprehension, that isn't helped when Jazz leans down to the bars and snarls like a mean dog at Stacy, snapping her jaws together menacingly. So Stacy pauses and moves further around the cage, putting off entering it. Jazz follows her round inside the cage, trying to intimidate her. They eventually reach the door where once more Jazz leans forward and snarls at her foe. Only this time Stacy reaches up, grabs the door and slams it into Jazz's face sending her shorter foe sprawling to the mat.

Stacy scampered into the cage, nearly falling in her rush and quickly attempted a pin. Jazz just kicked out at two and a half, shaking her head to clear it. Stacy was disheartened that her plan hadn't worked but nonetheless laid in some kicks with her boots. Jazz shook them off and from a crouching position exploded into a tackle and a double leg takedown on her opponent and once she had her down, straddled her and let fly with a number of punches that Stacy tried to block but wasn't hugely successful at doing.

Jazz was mad at being fooled so easily and got up then hauled her foe up by her long, blonde hair.

"You sneaky, skank you're for it now" she threatened as she flung Stacy across the ring and into the cage, her forehead smacking into a steel bar with a thud.

Jazz followed that up by running behind Stacy and driving her knee into the small of the blonde's back and as Stacy slumped over the second rope Jazz stood atop her shoulders, gripped onto the top rope and pushed her down forcefully onto the middle rope. She then jumped up and came crashing down onto Stacy's back, eliciting a squeal of pain. Jazz again lifted Stacy by the hair and this time slammed her face repeatedly into the bars of the cage until Stacy looked out of it. Then Jazz tucked Stacy's head between her thick thighs and lifted her up and delivered a wicked powerbomb in the centre of the ring. She covered her comtemptuously with one foot, and as quickly as that it was over.

TIME OF MATCH: 2:13
WINNER: JAZZ
FORFEIT: As the referee raises Jazz's hand in victory her husband enters the cage and the two of them dress the helpless Stacy in tiny French maid's outfit and lead her from the ring. They have some real kinky ideas as to how Stacy can 'serve' them in the coming week.


3) CARMELLA v. CHRISTY
EVENING GOWN TO NUDITY, BAR-FIGHT, LOSER TIED TO POOL TABLE FOR REST OF NIGHT

These two RAW diva contestants have a real animosity towards each other and they collide in this high stakes match on my card. The winner of that contest, Christy enters the bar first. The lithe redhead is dressed in a beautiful scarlet evening gown that sparkles and red shoes. She struts over to the bar to await her enemy. It is clearly a dive of a bar, the atmosphere is dark and smoky and the patrons are none to welcoming as they glower at this interloper and wait to glimpse the next slut.

Carmella comes cockily through the front door and takes in her surroundings with distaste before spying Christy and tottering over to her on high heels, clad in a tight black evening dress. On her way she lifts a half empty beer glass from a table and before Christy even sees it in her hand throws it's into her face. Carmella smirks at this and both launch themselves at each other and fall to the floor in heap. Christy has a handful of Carmella's long, dark luscious hair and is tugging frantically at it while Carmella is trying to wrap her fingers around Christy's neck to strangle her. The men and women in the bar look on at these two sexy hellcats as they roll around on the dusty floor.

Carmella gets an advantage through sheer luck when they roll by the foot rest and she finds herself ontop of Christy, keeping her hands around Christy's neck she manages to bang her opponent's head off the metal rail and temporarily daze her. That's enough time for Carmella to get to her feet and pull Christy's dress up with her, hauling it roughly up and over her head, leaving her kneeling there in heels, bra and panties ( all in bright red).

The spunky Christy looked up with anger blazing in her eyes and set upon her standing foe with renewed vigour. Jumping on her front and clawing at Carmella's face forced her to cover up, whereupon Christy hooked her hands into the front of Carmella's dress and tore it down the middle, leaving it hanging like a cape from either side of her pencil thin body, but crucially still on.

Carmella struck back with a slap to Christy's face which only elicited one in return and the two again locked up and spun around the bar, knocking over stools and tables as they went. Christy got an upper hand when she drove a knee into Carmella's midsection, doubling her over a wooden table and the following up by griping her hair and slamming her face onto the table top repeatedly until the brunette sprawled groggily over the table edge. Christy took advantage of this by whipping off the dregs of Carmella's dress and as her hands were there anyway peeling off the skimpy black panties that Carmella was wearing, leaving her with only her lacy bra to keep her alive in the contest ( both girls heels having gone flying in the preceding struggle).

Christy hooked Carmella's bra and tried to snap it off but a survival instinct brought Carmella to her senses enough for her to roll off the table and kick out, catching her opponent flush on the knee and sending her spinning backward into the jukebox, by the time she was on her feet Carmella had made it to her feet and taken up a wooden stool which she smashed on onto Christy's unprotected head.

Only then did Carmella seem to realise fully her state of undress and in a fury she bludgeoned the rapidly disintegrating stool over her slumped foe, connecting with Christy's head, shoulders, arms and torso until the stool simply fell into it's separate parts. Carmella pulled Christy up by her red hair and flung her head-first into the side of the pool table. The collision knocked her silly and she was rapidly losing it but gamely tried to get to her feet, but Carmella was in full, vicious flow now and strutted over, bare except her skimpy bra, lifted an empty beer bottle from a table and brought it crashing down on her opponents unprotected forehead, knocking her spark out.

Carmella then hauled the dead weight of Christy face first onto the pool table ( ontop of the broken bits of the bottle on the baize ) and first unclipped her bra and threw it off before peeling Chrity's skimpy panties off and being declared the victor.

TIME OF MATCH : 5:16
WINNER : CARMELLA
FORFEIT: As Christy lays out for the count on the baize, a small trickle of blood coming from a cut on her forehead, the bars bouncers appear with a length of rope that they attach to one of her wrists, then loop under the pool table and onto her other wrist. Carmella, meanwhile had got dressed somewhat and delights in throwing a glass of water in her foe's face the revive her, let her see her situation, let her see the locals hovering around the pool table waiting for the WWE guys to leave and finally ram the butt end of a pool cue up her exposed asshole before leaving.

4)WWE WOMENS TITLE MATCH
TRISH STRATUS V. VICTORIA
IN A NO-ROPE BARBED-WIRE, LADDER MATCH,  WITH A BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT AT THE ANNOUNCERS DESK TO BE USED BY EITHER.
LOSER TO BE SHAVED BALD.

The raven haired Victoria is the first to enter the ring and, wearing a hot pink outfit, carefully slides under the bottom strand of wire. She looks concerned, and so she should with the stipulations and the stakes. Trish enters with a nasty look on her face, looking extra hot in a white top and her standard black trousers. She shows the belt to Victoria and hands it to the referee who attaches it to the wire from the ceiling and sees it hoisted high into the arena, leaving the two pretty divas face to face badmouthing each other as the ring bell sounds.

Trish fires first with a hard slap to Victoria and grabs a hold of her hair and tries to shove her face into the wire ropes. The challenger digs her heels into the mat and reaches round with her hands for Trish's blond locks and soon the two are in a hair pulling contest right next to the dangerous ropes. They overbalance and, fortunately for them fall inwards to the centre of the ring and continue their struggles in the ring. Victoria is by far the stronger of the two and shows that by using her brute strength to get a mount position on top of the prone blonde and delivering a series of stinging slaps before pulling her to her feet and Irish whipping her into the ropes. But Trish uses her momentum to reverse the move and sends the taller woman back first into the taut barbed wire that has replaced the ring ropes, causing a series of sharp barbs to dig into the exposed skin of Victoria's shoulders.

Victoria gasps with the sudden pain but that is only exacerbated when Trish lands a standing dropkick to her torso that drives the barbs still further in and now her left arm ends up tangled and jabbed by the wire also. Trish follows up with a punch to Victoria's gut and rolls to the outside to collect the baseball bat wrapped in more wire. Victoria can see what she is doing and frantically tries to pull free but is too late as Trish rolls back in and delivers a home run shot into her midriff, leaving the weapon there and grinding it into Victoria.

Wanting to finish this before she suffers any harm, Trish rolls from the ring and collects the ladder that stands in the aisle and slides it back into the ring. She has time to position it under her belt and begin to climb before a desperate Victoria tears herself off the wire and topples the ladder over, Trish crashing to the mat from the fourth rung. Victoria stumbles over, blood coming from a cut on her arm and delivers a hard kick to Trish's ribs before picking up the bat and standing over her foe. She  shows no mercy by bringing down over Trish's forehead hard, then when Trish slumps to the mats Victoria takes a camel clutch position over her pulling the jagged bat into Trish's face. When finally, Victoria stands it is quite apparent that Trish has been busted open badly from the forehead, several streaks of blood flowing over her face and her white top is already badly stained from them.

Victoria picks her up then delivers a fast DDT onto the bat and sets about righting the ladder for herself to ascend. It takes a few seconds but soon she is climbing the rungs, her eyes on the gold above her. Trish hears her steps and looking through a crimson mask sees what is about to happen and reaches up for the bottom rung and shakes it just as Victoria is within reaching distance of the belt. Victoria grips the ladder to try and steady it but feels it topple and can only freeze as she goes over and crashes chest first, from a height onto the top strand of the wire. Enraged and flicking the blood soaked fringe of her hair from her eyes Trish lifts the bat and smashes it three violent times onto Victoria's exposed back and in an act of real cruelty peels off Victoria's pink shorts then picks her up for a back suplex but deposits her legs apart onto the top strand again.

Victoria squeals and tries desperately to free her impaled crotch and as she does that Trish picks up the downed ladder and holding it like a battering ram smashes it into Victoria's head, toppling her over so she hangs on the outside of the ring, her legs stuck in the wire ropes. Trish smiles now and slides out of the ring with the bat, peels off Victoria's pink top so she hangs upside down and totally nude before blasting her breasts with the bat. One more blast with the bat and Victoria falls to the floor and a supremely confident Trish stands over her.

Trish gets back in the ring and starts to try and straighten the ladder to prepare to ascend and collect her belt. She carefully positions the ladder and starts to climb, but although Victoria is aching all over and lots of pain, she is by no means out of it and as she gets to her knees outside she sees Trish climbing and picks up a folding metal chair and with unerring accuracy throws it smacking into Trish's ribs and toppling her from the ladder.

Victoria slid back into the ring in time for Trish to make it back to her knees. She was groggy from the chair shot and the subsequent fall and could not register her opponent walking over to her and picking up the chair from the blood soaked mat by Trish. Victoria held the chair aloft and just as the blonde looked up, Victoria brought the chair crashing down onto her unprotected skull, driving her to the mat. Victoria dragged the out of it Trish to her feet and tore off her white top to reveal her ample, surgically enhanced tits. Remembering her vicious treatment at her opponent's hands, Victoria whipped Trish first chest first then back first into a side of the ring ropes, the barbed wire leaving angry scratches all over her torso.

Victoria finished off by winding the now sagging wire of the rope around Trish's arms and leaving her hanging limp in the wire as she collected the ladder and slowly made her way to the top where she unhooked the belt to become new Women's Champion.

WINNER : VICTORIA

TIME OF MATCH : 9:26

AFTERMATCH: BOTH COMPETITORS ARE FREED FROM THE RING AND WASHED OFF AND CLEANED OFF, THEIR SUPERFICIAL CUTS BEING BANDAGED. TRISH IS THEN LED TO THE BARBERS CHAIR WHICH STANDS AT THE ENTRANCE WAY, SHE SITS DOWN AND VICTORIA ENTHUSIASTICALLY FIRES UP THE ELECTRIC SHAVER AND DRAGS IT DOWN THE FRONT OF HER BLOND HAIR, THROWING A HANDFUL OF CUT HAIR INTO THE AIR. HOWEVER, TRISH'S BODYGUARD TYSON TOMKO COMES OUT, NAILS THE WATCHING REFEREE, GRABS THE BASEBALL BAT AND SMASHES IT OVER VICTORIA'S TURNED BACK. HE AND TRISH THEN STRAP VICTORIA INTO THE BARBER'S CHAIR AND AS HE STANDS GUARD WITH THE WEAPON, TRISH BUSIES HERSELF WITH THE SHAVER AND A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND LEAVES VICTORIA COMPLETELY BALD.