I have always been a bit of a fan of the TV series Big Brother (UK one). Something appeals to the voyeur in me about it and particularly so when they try to have at least 2 or 3 reasonable good looking women in it every year. The other big appeal to me is that in that contained pressure cooker atmosphere that is created, human nature being what it is, conflict is created, enemies (whether temporary or lasting) are made and feuds born. What would be more natural then, for a pervert like myself at least, to imagine what if things were taken one step further, what if these women were allowed to settle their differences on one night of catfight mayhem. So that’s what this is, if you don’t know the characters involved and my descriptions aren’t good enough let me know and I could forward you pictures of the participants, if you do I’m sure you’ll know this is a total work of fiction and none of them would ever participate or act in this manner (although with some maybe not!). I’m a fan of pro wrestling so this has been constructed like a PPV extravaganza card with real, grudge battles and extreme stipulations!
By the way if you are not a fan of the show or don’t know these girls drop me a line and I can forward you pics of them.
Jade Goody v Kate Lawler
Cage match- loser becomes winners maid/slave
Two alumni of BB3. Other than their aching desire to be famous and be ‘somebody’ these two are polar opposites. Where Jade is overweight, stupid, illiterate, loud, brash and the very definition of cheap and nasty, Kate is slim (perhaps too skinny even), athletic, laid back and very pretty. Not to say Jade doesn’t have a certain prettiness to her but it was mostly hidden by her chubby chops and pig-like façade. During the show Jade had, time and again, proved what a attention hound she was and in the same process just how thick she was and in the end it was Kate that won the contest overall. Throughout there had been a simmering hatred between them and it only exploded in the press after the show. Jade hated that all the boys flocked to Kate, that she got all the modelling contracts that year while Kate hated that through careful media manipulation and playing up to her stereotype Jade was able to make a fortune and stay in the public eye long after it had strayed away from Kate. Jealously, desperation, hate all mixed together to lead to this showdown.
There’s a rabid crowd in attendance for tonight’s event and unlike at the weekly eviction nights it is mostly filled with men rather than screaming girls. The lights darken and the spotlights centre on the ring at the centre of the arena and above as a fifteen foot high, steel cage descends to be swiftly connected to the ring. An announcer shouts out the stipulations and once again assures everyone that all stipulations have been signed and must be carried out by the losers tonight. There is a loud cheer to that and an even louder on as he prepares to announce the first participant in the opening contest.
Jade come to the ring in her trademark pink tracksuit, tacky and classless, it suits her down to the ground. Since the show she had dyed her hair a shitty brown colour and it appears she is still a couple of pounds too heavy. She smiles vacantly at the crowd and waves, does this dumb bitch even know what she’s doing here?
As Jade enters the cage the announcer introduces Kate and she emerges from behind the curtain to a huge roar. She’s a definite fan favourite. And no wonder what a cutie! She smiles sweetly and waves to her adoring audience, they have forgotten what a fresh faced babe she was. Kate blows a couple of kisses to the crowd, wearing a white athletic bra and a matching tight pair of shorts - she is supremely confident of success she is fit as fuck and had even been on Celebrity Wrestling last year, Jade was out of shape and unfit.
But Jade had no qualms about getting a head start and as Kate bends to come through the ropes Jade charged across the ring and body checked right into her. Kate was off balance and taken by surprise she couldn’t use her hands to protect herself at all as her head and side clanged against the cage before her body tumbled out of the cage to the floor.
The crowd booed loudly but Jade just flipped them off as she slid from the cage herself and picked her foe up by her blonde ponytail and before Kate could come to her senses Jade rammed Kate’s forehead against the gleaming bars of the cage six vicious times, and as Kate slides down the bars to her knees we can see a small line of blood across her pretty forehead. The only rule in this cage match is pinfall or submission and the bell hasn’t even rung yet so there is nothing stopping Jade going to ringside, picking up a folding steel chair and measuring a hard chair shot to Kate’s back as the pretty blonde tries to pull herself to her feet.
The camera focus’s on Jades grin as it pans in and only now are we starting to realise how deranged and maniacal she really is, it looks like Kate is in a whole heap of trouble. Jade stands back to wave her opponent up with her hand, goading her and mocking her until Kate is able, just, to get steady on her knees and lift her head up to face Jade. All she sees is that steel chair swinging down towards her unprotected head and it smashes solidly onto her skull, knocking her flat on her back, unmoving.
The referee calls Jade back into the cage so he can ring the bell but she is having nothing of it and drops her chair to busy herself tearing off Kate’s white - and slightly blood stained - clothing. Once she had her stripped naked, Jade threw her clothes into the angry crowd and finally rolled into the cage and ring with a huge self satisfied smile on her face. By now the ref is outside trying to help Kate to her feet, she manages just and somehow climbs up the metal steps and into the cage on her belly. Her determination no doubt because of her fear of failure and the awful stipulation she had agreed to (when sure of victory!).
Inside the cage and Kate is face first on the canvas, leaving a small trail of blood on the pristine mat, but Jade is giving her a chance to rise up and Kate pulls herself to her knees yet again before the lumbering Jade runs across the ring and smashes her knee right into Kate’s beautiful face with a sickening thud.
Jade sneers and bends to pick her opponent up by her long (and now blood tinged) blonde hair, goading her as she lifts her head and surveys the damage she has wrought. Oh boy, her model looks are fucked now, Kate Lawler’s nose looks to have been busted and is splattered across her face.
“Not so fucking pretty now are you!” goads Jade.
Which is bad enough but when Jade follows it up with a series of knees to Kate’s chest and face her complete dominance in the fight is established. Really, it’s little more than a bloody massacre at the moment, as Jade kneels over her foe and delivers punch and slap after punch and slap to Kate’s battered face. By the time Jade tires Kate’s head is almost bouncing about of it’s own accord. Jade casually gets up, takes a moment to catch her breath and then drags her foes carcass to the centre of the ring and, with a triumphant smile on her lips, she places her foot on Kate’s chest and puts her arms in the air in a cocky pose of victory as she tells the referee to count.
1.…….2.……
From somewhere in her subconscious Kate flips her shoulder up and breaks the count! Jade should have made a better cover than that and surely she could have won there and then! Maddened, the larger girl does make a proper cover this time but the result is the same, somehow Kate Lawler is still in this fight. Snarling, Jade wants to finish it now, she’s tired from all this effort expended, angered because she thought she had won and also a little scared. What if she can’t pin Kate? So she drags Kate to the door and kicks her out of the cage again, it’s hardly doing it’s job of encasing them is it? But Jade sees it as a weapon and follows Kate out, positions her so that Kate’s head is level with the canvas and her body propped against the rings side and grabs the swinging steel door and pulls it right back, what on earth is the lunatic bitch up to?
And then it all becomes scarily clear. Jade intends to slam the cage door forward with a mighty swing, with Kate’s head trapped there it will trapped between ring and cage and surely do all kinds of damage. The referee pleads with her, the crowd boo her even louder but she just flips them off and with a vile look in her eyes swings the door with all her weight behind it.
Sheer good fortune saw Kate’s body slip down at the last moment and the cage door missed it’s target, hit it’s moorings and slammed backwards and although it had lost much of it’s momentum, it still caught Jade flush on her jaw, sending her back onto her fat ass!
That winners heart of Kate’s forced her to open her eyes, ignore the blood dripping from her face and push herself groggily to her feet. She reached Jade just as she was getting up and in one fluid movement, grabbed her head and smashed it into the hollow metal stairs at the corner of the cage. Now it was Jade that was reeling and Kate finally getting some offence in. A punch right into Jade’s belly doubled her over and from there Kate rolled the bitch into the cage to the cheers of her adoring fans. Now it was Kate in control and slowly her blows were starting to retain some of their sting, she had trained real hard all her life and that was kicking in as she stamped her foot into Jade’s flabby gut and then kicked her ribs, kicking her to the centre of the ring.
Kate took a moment to wipe the sweat and blood from her brow with the back of her hand before bending to lift Jade and use her wrestling experience to body slam her on the hard canvas, she did that again and a third time but although it was hurting Jade it was also really tiring Kate out with all that weight so she knelt down and hooked in a rear naked choke on her opponent. This had a few things going for it as it allowed Kate to catch her breath somewhat, cut off the oxygen to Jade’s brain (like that was going to do anything!) and allow Kate to try and think what she could do next. As a couple of trickles of blood coursed down her forehead and she blinked it from her eyes she realised that the fat slag had stripped her naked and embarrassed her in front of this audience, well no way was she going to win the fight.
Jade meanwhile, was realising that her consciousness was fading fast and summoned all her strength to pushed herself onto her haunches and with Kate holding on tight she powered her thunder thighs to scramble to her feet unsteadily. Still Kate held on, trying to force Jade back down and then go for the choke out submission but no luck, Jade was still up and she charged across the ring with an intention to throw Kate over the ropes and into the steel bars. Kate saw it coming though, and released her hold, slipped off Jade’s back and shoved her from behind, propelling her face right through the ropes and clanging into the steel.
The camera outside the cage zoomed in on Jade’s stunned face perfectly to catch the first sight of a cut forming on her forehead as she was splayed over the middle rope. Kate smiled, turned and bounced off the opposing rope to get momentum and charged at Jade’s back to plant her knee right into the back of Jade’s spine. Jade slumped off the rope and fell to the canvas where Kate fell on her and covered her.
1.……2.……..3!
As the referees palm slapped the mat for the third time Kate jumped to her feet and raised her arms aloft, OK her face was a bloody mess but she had won. Or had she? The referee hadn’t raised her hand yet and indeed he was staring at Jade, with her hand on the bottom rope. With the crowd cheering and Kate elated he struggled to shout to the bell keeper that to wave off the pinfall and restart the match. Finally, Kate realised that something was up and as she turned to argue with the ref, Jade found herself staring up at her foe beneath her legs. As the bell rung and the announcer declared that the match must continue, Jade ignored the pain in her back, pulled herself up and hammered a vicious punch right up and into Kate Lawler’s cunt!
She dropped in slow motion to her knees, grabbing her injured crotch as the crowd gave off a sympathetic ‘ooooooh’. Adrenaline kicked in for Jade and from somewhere she found the strength to lift Kate up by her hair and lay in some more punches until Kate fell back, like a gassed out boxer against the ropes, her arms draped around them. They were perfectly positioned for Jade to force them around and for the top and middle rope to wrap themselves tightly around Kate’s biceps. She was effectively tied in the ropes!
Leaning in close Jade sneered at Kate as she scraped her nails over Kate’s cut forehead.
“You’re finished now Barbie doll! I’m gonna enjoy having you as my slave, all the bad things I’m gonna do to you!”
She finished her taunt by twisting Kate’s nipples nastily then driving her knee up between Kate’s thighs and again into Kate’s damaged crotch. With Kate helpless and Jade not wanting to take any risks this time she followed that up with a further six knees to Kate’s crotch until Kate was virtually out in the ropes and sobbing. But Jade had no mercy and her next move was to retrieve the steel chair she had used earlier to take back into the cage. As she took up position in front of Kate she lifted her head so that she could see Jade as she goaded her with the steel chair, then without warning Jade slammed it on Kate’s forehead. It was the first of seven brutal chair shots to Kate’s head and as the crowd sat silent as their heroine was battered, Kate’s arms went limp and unravelled from the ropes and she fell limply to the mat. This time as Jade replicated her nonchalant cover of earlier there was to be no kick out.
1.………..2.……..3
The crowd hurled their disapproval at that but it mattered not a jot. Jade was the winner and as Kate was helped from the cage she must have known that as per her contract the next day she would become her hated rival’s slave for the month. The watching TV audience would catch up on that forfeit in the update a week after this card.
Sam Heuston v Lesley
Chained together, fans can fuck loser
Of all the females in the BB houses these are probably the two with the most antagonism towards each other and it was probably the closest they came to two actual girls coming to blows. Again jealousy and envy seemed to be at the heart of it but this time it was nearly all one way. Sam was a cute, slim brunette with beautiful looks (even though she lacked in any charisma), who had obviously enjoyed a privileged upbringing, gone to university and enjoyed the high life. She was in no way jealous of Lesley. The same could not be said of Lesley, who behaved like a schoolyard bully for the duration of her stay. She was loudmouthed and opinionated and downright nasty to most of her housemates but Sam (a couple of years older than her at 23) was her main target. Maybe it was Sam’s looks in comparison, after all Lesley despite a cracking big pair of tits was a bit overweight and had a face reminiscent of a dog that had run into a wall at full pelt.
It started off with name calling and degenerated from there, mostly apparently because Lesley took an immediate dislike to Sam. Almost every time Sam went passed (usually, to be fair, flaunting her terrific figure in a skimpy bikini) there was some catty, vicious comment made – and made loud enough that Sam was sure to hear. The enclosed nature of the house meant it couldn’t be reasonably ignored for long abut Sam chose not to fully confront her tormentor on TV. But here and now, with the time to train for a proper confrontation, she was ready to enter the ring and stand toe to toe with her to prove a point. Lesley, for her part was more than happy to meet the challenge, totally confident she would demolish her smaller opponent.
The assigned referee for the match appeared in the ring and over his shoulder was fifteen feet of shining, silver, steel chain and as he dropped it and laid it out the viewing audience could see the matching leather collars attached to the chain at both ends. The solid thud as it dropped to the canvas left no one in the audience in any doubt as to its authenticity. Lesley is in a red bikini that struggles to cover her big tits and Sam is in a very tiny white number that is little more than string. They are standing at either end of the chain with metal collars around their necks, a ring at the front that the referee will attach both ends of the chain to before we start this next war.
The referee chose to connect Sam up first, clipping the heavy chain to her collar but sneaky Lesley, with the ref blocking Sam’s view wrapped her length of the chain around her right fist and charged. As the official moved Sam lifted her head to find her foe inches from her and swinging a chain assisted haymaker. It connected perfectly with Sam’s jaw, sending spittle flying and the pretty girl onto her back on the canvas. Lesley wasted no time, and paid no attention to the referee as she lifted Sam and, after wrapping the unattached end of the chain over the corner turnbuckle, slipped her body over the top rope, neatly hanging her with the chain and the collar.
Lesley, to a chorus of boos at her underhanded tactics, took her sweet time exiting through the ropes and standing before Sam. Sam had somewhat regained her senses, and realising her tenuous predicament was gripping the metal collar trying to relieve some of the pressure on her neck while kicking her feet (that were a clear foot from the ground) and thrashing desperately. Lesley had been ultra confident of victory before they started and this was hardly likely to change her opinion, with her opponent struggling like a live punch bag she derived great pleasure in using her just like one, pistoning punches and slaps into Sam’s exposed stomach. This had started pretty disastrously for poor Sam.
Finally, the referee, who had struggled with it for at least a minute, worked the loose end of the chain loose and lowered Sam to her feet. Not that she stayed on them though as Lesley charged at her and shoulder charged her flat on her back. But as she moved in to do more damage she found herself pulled back by the referee who wouldn’t let her go until he had attached the lose end of the collar to her own collar. With all her complaints and arguing it took a few seconds too long to get it attached and by the time it was on Sam was no where to be seen!
Now unfortunately, Lesley was not too bright a girl, and it didn’t dawn on her to just haul at the chain to find out where her opponent was. Instead she moved up to the corner and looked about for her. Meanwhile, Sam, dazed (and bloodied from a bust lip from that first chain assisted punch) had crawled under the ring and across to the other side of the ringpost that Lesley now stood next to. Sam gathered her strength and wits before squirting out from under the ring, standing up and in one fluid motion hauling with all her might on her end of the chain. It was almost comic as Lesley, off balance and unsuspecting was jerked towards the metal ring post. The clang as the side of her head smacked into the metal was not so comic however, nor was it on the six further times Sam allowed the chain to go slack before heaving it towards her again.
Lesley was rocked, but before she could slump to her ass she was suddenly in a heap more trouble. Sam got on her knees and quickly scuttled back under the ring and out by Lesley, wasting not time to say of do anything more Sam wrapped the chain nearest Lesley’s collar around the ring post and then scurried around it (going into then out of the ring under the bottom rope) then did the same again so that twice the chain was around the post and Lesley’s neck. From there it was easy for Sam to take a second to catch her breath again before bracing her foot up against the post, taking the chain in her hands and tugging beck on it like in a tug of war. As it tightened the links clashed with the post and both winds of chain dug right into Lesley’s neck just above her collar.
Sam hauled at the chain with all her might, cursing that she was not heavier and able to tighten it to the point that Lesley would be choked out, still the fat bitch’s face was changing colour from Sam’s exertions. Taking a break, with her hands sore from pulling on the metal chain, Sam stood to the side of Lesley (who surely would slump to her ass if it wasn’t for the chain links holding her up underneath her fat double chin), picked up a folding metal chair from the timekeepers position raised it over head and crashed it down on Lesley’s exposed face. Taking it back and holding it at stomach level she then jabbed it into her opponents blubbery gut six or seven times. By now Lesley was in dream land and the ref was yelling at Sam now to unwind the chain and get the hell back in the ring because she couldn’t win out here. Reluctantly Sam did just that and with some considerable effort rolled Lesley back into the ring. But she wasn’t going to pin her yet.
She took her time wrapping several lengths of the chain around her fist and knelt over Lesley’s dazed form before hammering punches into Lesley’s face. She delivered ten and the crowd counted each one in and when she finally paused to take a break she pulled Lesley’s head up to show to the camera, it was busted wide open and a thick flow of blood was coming down her forehead and over her lower face. Not that Sam had any mercy as she undid the chain from her fist and wrapped it several times, tightly, around Lesley’s face and pulled it again, the camera zooming in on the chain links digging into her face and the blood being squeezed out over them.
Lesley was in big trouble now and she opened her mouth to squeal only for the chain to slip from her lip and between her teeth and be pulled tight in there too. Sam had got behind Lesley to pour on the pressure and it seemed only a matter of time before things were too much for her foe and she either passed out or tapped out. Lesley was aware of it too and desperately sought a way out, she was trapped in her position on the mat and it seemed hopeless. Then an idea crept into her head, as her head was squeezed like an orange, she gathered a six foot length of the remaining loose chain in her hand and managed to loop it into almost a skipping rope style shape and aware that before very long she would fade out she began to desperately whip it backwards over her shoulder . She struck rapidly six or seven times and her aim was good nearly all of them lashing hard against Sam’s shoulder and the last cracking viciously against the cheek, opening a nasty cut.
Sam was dazed and at last the intense pressure on Lesley’s face was lessened and as Sam rolled clear Lesley pulled the chains from her hurting face. So both were bleeding and although Sam was the fresher, Lesley still made it unsteadily to her feet at the same time as her opponent and after a frozen moment when they glared at each other, they charged and both girls hooked their fingers into the others hair and started tearing and ripping. For the moment the chain was forgotten as a weapon and they tore into each other like hellcats, ripping out clumps of hair and raking their sharp nails over each others faces and bodies, oh, there were some evil shots from both girls. Still, despite taking more damage up to that part Lesley was getting an advantage, her weight and bulk being used to her advantage as she bulled the smaller Sam into a corner, trapped her and fired in some unanswered punches to Sam’s face. Sam tried to cover up, defending now rather than striking back, trying to soak up this flurry, both arms up to protect her face. But having both arms up there left her open and Lesley saw it and snatched it driving her knee up nastily into Sam’s crotch.
Sam crumpled and slid down in the corner where she fell prey to a frenzy of hard stamps by Lesley to her chest and head. Stopping for a moment the larger girl carefully measured a hard knee to Sam’s damaged face. Sam was slumped now, was this too much for her, certainly she did nothing as Lesley stood back and wrapped the chain around her foot several times before raising her foot and continuing her stamping attack.
This was brutal. Lesley must have lashed her weighted foot in there at least twenty five times before letting up and when she did withdraw her foot Sam’s pretty face was a bloody mess. She had additional cuts to her lips, her nose and over both eyebrows now and all were bleeding as she slumped to the canvas. Lesley had her for sure and confidently pulled her to her feet and slowly wrapped the chain this time around her fist and measured a few hard punches to Sam’s face that saw her out on her feet and only held up by the ropes. She was easy prey then to be slammed to the mat and covered.
1.…..2.…….3
Lesley was the winner and Sam was left a bloody mess lying motionless on the mat. After her collar was undone Lesley threw it onto Sam’s prone body and spat at her.
“I’m gonna fucking enjoy your forfeit bitch!” and stormed out of the ring.
Saskia v Orlaith MacAllister
Falls count anywhere – loser shaved bald, has to eat dog food
Saskia Howard-Clarke and Orlaith McAllister hardly spent much time in each others company but for the couple of weeks they were there together they managed to create quite the antagonistic atmosphere between them. These two determined, single-minded young women had very little in common during their stay in the House in BB6 except that both had an uncommon amount of attention focussed on their breasts. Saskia was a tall brunette who was certainly not shy or lacking any self confidence, she was sure she was the prettiest and most dominant female in the house and was not slow in letting her sharp tongue sort out those that dared cross her. It was a strategy that alienated her eventually and by the time stunning blonde, Orlaith, entered half way through the competition, Saskia was just really speaking to her little gang of lap dog like boys. Where Saskia was soft and fleshy (but still sexy), Orlaith was thin and tall, with long blonde hair and surgically enhanced tits that she wasted no time at all getting out and speaking about. Really they were natural rivals and it was a real shame they weren’t able to clash in the house longer than they did. With animosity on both sides after they left the house and both scoring photo shoots in lads magazines their rivalry only continued to grow. When they were approached regarding this card of grudge fights both were more than happy to sign up to do battle.
The stipulations set forth were designed for complete humiliation in all the fights but especially this one. Both girls obviously had ideas above their station and wanted to be celebs so the perils of losing were especially high as not only would the loser have to get down on hands and knees and eat dog food from a dog bowl but they would then be shaved completely bald on national TV. For both, losing just was not an option. The fight was to take place inside the actual BB house and pinfalls were to count anywhere. The only other person in the locked house was a neutral referee who was only there to count the pinfall, other than that anything went, the multitude of hidden cameras capturing all the vicious action from every conceivable angle.
Both girls were also asked, and readily agreed, to fight in their skimpy bikinis no doubt to please the watching TV audience, Saskia’s a stretched black one and Orlaith’s a thin white one. Saskia entered first, walking down the steps and entering the hollow shell of a house, the atmosphere strange and empty. The busty, long haired brunette took up a challenging stance (her hands on hips and lip snarled) just inside the entrance door and waited for her foe to descend. That was to prove a mistake however, as like the actual show itself, Orlaith entered through a hidden door behind Saskia and with bare feet on the soft carpet she was able to creep up right behind her. Indeed, the cameras were able to capture a triumphant smirk on the tall blondes face before she drew back her right fist and hammered a punch right into Saskia’s unsuspecting kidneys. The big brunette howled in agony and dropped to her knees
The statuesque blonde did not hesitate and her next move was to smash the sole of her foot onto Saskia’s lower back, causing her to splat against the carpet, then with no resistance Orlaith ripped off Saskia’s bikini top, she was topless already! Orlaith did not throw the string bikini top away though, oh no, she had other plans for it and she wound it around between her hands and pulled it over the front of her foes face and hooked it into her throat and sat on her back and started to choke her out with it.
Saskia was by no means out of it but as her body recovered from the vicious blow to her lower back she spluttered and struggled to catch her breath, she felt the fabric of the bra dig nastily into her throat and could already feel herself go light headed. But she wasn’t going down this early and she determinedly dragged herself to her feet and reversed into a wall, managing to dislodge her lighter foe from her back and break the choke.
Orlaith recovered first and charged at Saskia but Saskia had enough wits about her to sidestep and trip the blonde and send her sprawling face first onto the wooden decking just outside the open glass door to the famed garden. The Irish blonde dragged her face up from the wood, feeling the scrapes on her cheeks but knowing if she lay there she was in big trouble, but she was too late Saskia had picked up one of the garden gnomes that decorated the garden and standing over her opponent smashed it directly on Orlaith’s head. It shattered into a hundred pieces and Orlaith crashed unceremoniously onto her front again, not so quick to get up this time.
Saskia grunted in the effort and kicked Orlaith in the gut a few times until she was rolled over then jumped up and dropped, knees first, into the blondes stomach. It was funny, you could almost see the air leave her lungs and when Saskia got up the blonde was gasping and wheezing pathetically on the grass just past the decking. Saskia sunk her talon like nails into the head of her opponent and hauled her to her feet and propelled her right into the small pool in the centre of the garden.
Orlaith sunk below the water for a moment before her blonde head exploded back up then bobbed on the surface, Saskia, smiling, knelt beside the pool and caught hold of Orlaith’s head and pushed it under and held it there for about ten seconds before letting her up for a breath of air.
“Do you submit cunt?!”
Orlaith shook her head and spluttered and just had enough about herself to desperately reach out, hook her hand into Saskia’s long, dark hair and haul her into the water beside her. Once in they both ineffectually slapped and lashed out at each other for a few moments until Saskia got her bearings and tried to haul herself out of the water. Orlaith wasn’t having that and pulled her back in by her tiny thong. When Saskia tried it a second time and Orlaith did the same again the knickers tore off her and when Saskia crawled from the pool onto the wet grass she was as naked as the day she was born.
They coughed and spluttered and crawled over the grass and reached the outdoor shower area and as they sized each other up in there some watching wag switched on the water! They hardly noticed though and the two fierce women set about each other with hard slaps to their faces and bodies and eventually tumbled to the tiled floor a jumble of arms and legs. Saskia used her weight and size advantage to gain a mount position over Orlaith but she had only managed a couple of punches to the blondes face before her long fingers found both of Saskia’s nipples and nipped onto them, twisting with all her might.
Oh that got her attention all right! Saskia abandoned her punching attack to try and wriggle free of her opponents dangerous fingers but they sunk in and Saskia, as much as she didn’t want to register her pain, had little option but to cry out after some seconds of that tit torture. She tried to get up to escape but Orlaith hung on, sinking her claws in all the harder as she came up with Saskia. But that left her head badly exposed and somehow Saskia managed to get her knee up and crash it straight into Orlaith’s face, smacking into her perfect nose and sending her reeling to the floor, the back of her head cracking against the floor.
Saskia rubbed at her hurt titties, wincing from the sharp pain that was coursing through her chest and as she saw Orlaith raise her head groggily Saskia levelled a kick between her legs that wasn’t a full contact but certainly made it’s mark from Orlaith’s gasp of pain. Saskia dropped her weight across Orlaith and signalled for a count .
1.…..2.…Kick out
There was still some life in the Irish girl yet but Saskia was not about to let her back into the fight, grabbing her by her long blonde hair, leading her into the living area and hurling her across the room and sliding onto the long community table. Saskia followed her up there and hooking her head between her knees tried to knock her out with a piledriver on the hard table top. Desperate, as she realised what Saskia was trying to do, Orlaith sunk her nails into Saskia’s thighs to buy some time and as Saskia shouted at the scratch Orlaith powered up and back dropped the brunette on the table with an almighty thump. Saskia groaned and involuntarily rolled off the table with another thump and as she lay on the carpeted floor Orlaith dived off the table with her knee landing right in Saskia’s gut. Orlaith took her time recovering but still managed to cover her opponent.
1.……..2.……..Kick out
Annoyed, Orlaith slugged her foe in the gut once more and dragged her into the bedroom, hurling her on her back into her centre of the large room.
“I’ll rip those big, fat tits off you fat sow!” claimed Orlaith as she knelt either side of Saskia’s chest and set her evil fingers to work on Saskia’s nipple once again.
Saskia dug deep into her reserves though, no way would she ever lose to this stupid Irish bitch. Grunting as she tried to block out the pain or Orlaith punching and pinching at her big tits, Saskia managed to wrap her powerful thighs around Orlaith and before she could figure it out, Saskia had her in a leg scissor and was squeezing like hell.
Saskia gritted her teeth and poured on as much pressure as she could muster and it was enough for the blonde to abandon her tit attack and try to lever her body free of this vice. But it was easier said than done, Saskia was a powerful woman and lying there she was recovering her breath and trying to squeeze all the harder. As she felt her stomach muscles contract painfully Orlaith threw her arms back to scream in agony and , as she did so she felt her salvation. Her hand had brushed against an aerosol can, an air freshener and as she realised it Orlaith grabbed for it, fought off the awful pain in her stomach and chest and rose up enough to point it right into Saskia’s face and spray it for an extended burst right into the brunette’s eyes.
Saskia was blinded and immediately forgot her attack, her own hands flying to her eyes to try and wipe them but fail and stumble away temporarily blinded. Orlaith lay on her back in agony, unable to take advantage just now and watched as Saskia banged her way out of the bedroom and clumsily through the living room. As Saskia banged into the glass sliding door and felt her way out into the garden Orlaith forced herself up, realising that her enemy was headed to the pool to try and splash water into her eyes.
She made it too, crawling the last distance, her eyesight badly blurred but managing to feel the edge of the pool and cup her hands into the water to splash it into her eyes. That was better so she repeated the act but unbeknownst to her Orlaith had staggered to her feet, made it out into the garden and picking up another gnome she headed towards Saskia. It was simple really, Orlaith took careful aim and crashed the ceramic gnome onto the back of Saskia’s head. Saskia sighed and slumped on her side by the pool, still trying to raise up despite her grogginess, but Orlaith was ready for that and hurried over to get another two gnomes and one after the other destroyed them on Saskia’s battered head.
Those blows pretty much did for Saskia and she slumped onto her back on the grass, glassy eyed and unable to fight back. Not that Orlaith gave a fuck. But she was going to give the viewers a treat though as she paused and peeled off her bikini top to reveal her firm, tanned enhanced breasts. What a sight they were! But this was no pointless show off move, rather she used the top to lash Saskia’s wrists together behind her back, leaving her pretty much helpless. Taking her time, Orlaith sat down beside Saskia’s head and carefully wrapped her own powerful legs around Saskia’s big head. Hooking her left leg tightly under Saskia’s chin and then locked her right one over it in an almost unbreakable hold.
Groggy though she was Saskia just had enough about her to realise her dire prediction and at least attempt to struggle. But it was hopeless, the knot around her wrists was too well tied and with Orlaith squeezing hard with her legs Saskia’s face was already a bright red and only going to get worse. Orlaith continued the pressure until she could physically feel her bigger opponent begin to sag and then slowly unhooked herself.
“No you don’t bitch! That’s not how I’m going to finish you, this is!”
At that Orlaith sat on Saskia’s chest and pulled the dazed woman’s face right into the folds of Orlaith’s cleavage and smothered her into unconsciousness. Within seconds of that Saskia’s arms went limp and she was properly out. From there it was easy for the blonde to stand up and cockily place her foot on Saskia’s face and order the referee to count the humiliating pinfall.
1.…….2.…….3 It was over!
This was one forfeit that was to be performed on the night and Orlaith was informed over the intercom that a pair of battery powered barbers shears had been placed at the front door. With Saskia out of it Orlaith could afford to milk the moment and retrieved the shears and walked back to Saskia who was still unconscious. Orlaith took great pleasure in decimating Saskia’s usually well groomed, long, dark hair, hacking it off with the shears until it was short then shaving it right down to a tiny stubble just as the posh, bitch was starting to recover.
Before Saskia could fully grasp her predicament she was being dragged over to the decking where a nice big, full dog bowl filled with dog food awaited her. She was not even aware that she had been so brutally shorn as she was forced to chow down on the stinking dog food and only then did the full humiliation of what she was doing hit her.
Around the nation a lot of people laughed at her downfall.
Vanessa Nimmo v Michelle Bass
Streetfight – caned x 100, loser has to get a breast reduction op
These two were contrasting figures in the house and ever since as both have tried, with limited success, to carve their own niche in the minor celebrity/ soft porn model world. They didn’t really clash in the house but there always seemed to be an underlying resentment between them which when this fight was announced would be easy to build into a much bigger issue. Physically, they are well matched. Common as muck Geordie, Michelle, with a nice figure, long dark hair and newly purchased fake tits while posh South African blonde Vanessa also boasted surgically enhanced breasts as well.
Neither girl had exactly endeared themselves to the viewing audience during their raucous stay with in the house. Vanessa proving to be argumentative and conceited and her collisions with eventual popular winner Nadia (a transexual with a huge following) tipping her over the edge into the world of disliked housemate plus she was South African, while Michelle displayed some of the worst ‘bunny boiler’ behaviour imaginable with her jealousy over house boyfriend Stuart and a whiny, irritating voice. So it was strange that both came to the ramp during their entrances to a chorus of booing and catcalling. Neither seemed particularly bothered. Micelle was clad in a rather fetching camouflage outfit, her boots and combat trousers complemented by a camouflage bra and a matching baseball cap which had a long, black ponytail trailing from the back of to keep her hair out of the way. She was seconded by her close friend (but near psychopath) Emma, who was also clad in fatigues but had a coat on so as not to overshadow her friend.
Vanessa too was dressed very sexily, in combat boots, a pair of tight, high denim shorts and a white, wifebeater vest, her long blonde hair also in a ponytail. She too was accompanied by a second, her friend, slim fellow blonde Shell, dressed identically to Vanessa. Vanessa was the second to come to the ring and as she stormed down the ramp, leaving Shell in her wake, the audience stopped booing her long enough to see the long object held in her hands. It was a Singapore cane! She slid under the bottom rope and sprang up at a surprised Michelle and with Emma bailing swiftly from the ring, Vanessa swung the cane, catching Michelle right across her head with it and the streetfight was underway!
Vanessa ignored the objecting referee, who realised that what could he do it was a no rules, no DQ streetfight after all and just shrugged and signalled to ring the bell. The blonde South African stomped the downed Geordie with the sole of her boot twice then took a few wild swipes at her with the cane, some connected with her back as she curled up on the mat but she was so out of control that most of the blows were pretty ineffective. Still it gave her the initiative and she was in no mood to lose it as she hauled Michelle to her knees by her ponytail (her hat still amazingly staying on) and pulled the length of the bamboo cane hard against Michelle’s throat, choking in immediately. Seeing her girl in trouble, Emma leapt up to the apron and pointed and shouted at Vanessa, calling her all the names under the sun. The distraction worked, as Vanessa turned to see what was going on and the pressure eased significantly on Michelle’s throat, indeed as the hot-headed blonde listened to Emma’s insults she released her hold and charged across the ring to take a swipe at her and in her haste the cane went flying from her hand to the ringside area. She cursed and pointed at Emma and told her she’d get hers too.
As Michelle was left coughing on hands and knees she had slipped her hand into her trouser pocket and hauled out a small packet of powder which she hurriedly emptied into her cupped, right hand and as Vanessa stormed back over to her Michelle flung the substance up and right into Vanessa’s eyes, temporarily blinding her. Vanessa wiped at her eyes with her hands, it was only talc and was easy to wipe away but it bought Michelle enough time to crawl over to her and allow Emma to pass her something. The camera zoomed in on it to capture Michelle slipping an evil looking set of brass knuckles over her fingers. Vanessa was unaware of it though and as she wiped the worst of the powder from her face she stormed back towards her rising opponent. She walked straight into a vicious uppercut right into her stomach and crumpled like a collapsed house of cards in a strong wind.
Michelle thrust herself to her feet and stood over Vanessa and checked her injuries, there was already a big lump at the crown of her forehead where the first cane shot had connected and she could feel her lower back marked from the frenzy Vanessa had entered but altogether she was not too bad, she was a tough girl anyway. The blonde stumbled and staggered to her knees trying to figure out what the hell had slammed into her gut, she didn’t get much chance to consider it though as Michelle was already over her, adjusting the brass knuckles and letting fly with a haymaker that caught Vanessa flush on her left cheek. She flew down to the mat and as her eyes sparked open and closed she was seeing stars and hearing bells. Michelle flicked off the knucks and began to undo the thick, leather belt that was wound around camouflage trousers. She had plenty of time to do that and to then reach down and haul off Vanessa’s white vest, leaving her in just a white bra, because the blonde was still out of it.
“Right you South African slut, I’ll show you how we deal with stuck up bitches in this country!” proclaimed a triumphant Michelle.
Boy did she look impressive as she stood over her fallen opponent and drew the belt back high behind her and lashed Vanessa unmercifully about twenty times on her bare, exposed lower back until it was criss crossed with angry looking, red welts. Certainly the pain from that whipping brought Vanessa somewhat back to her senses but there was nothing she could do about it as she lay there and endured the brutal lashing. As Michelle’s arm tired she kicked Vanessa in the ribs with her boots and wound the heavy belt around her fist. She then kicked Vanessa onto her back and mounted her and threw a series of hard punches to Vanessa’s model face that was now bloodied nastily from a cut cheek. Each punch was delivered with a snarl and a look of hatred etched on her face that the camera captured perfectly. When she finally finished she grabbed the top rope and shoved Vanessa out under the bottom rope to the floor with a hard thump.
Shell scurried round to try and revive her friend before Michelle got out to her but was hardly successful as by the time she had got behind Vanessa and pulled her upright Michelle was out of the ring and approaching them both slapping the belt menacingly into the palm of her hand. Shell got the message and backed off quickly.
But her efforts were not entirely hopeless as between her frantic appeals to her friend to come round and the stinging pain across her back from the lashing, Vanessa had enough about her to see the approaching Michelle drop the belt and pick up the Singapore cane, swing it high overhead and prepare to crash it down in retribution on the blondes skull. However, before the blow could land Vanessa pushed herself up and speared herself into Michelle’s gut dropping both to the ground in the aisle in a tangle of arms and legs. Her attack may have been foiled but Michelle still had by far the best of things and as the two made it back to their feet it was her that took control and swiftly Irish whipped her opponent into and flipping over the metal crowd barrier and into the masses.
The crowd were in a frenzy by now, although they didn’t really have a favourite here they were loving this wild action and as Michelle hopped the rail to continue her assault they roared her on. She pulled Vanessa to her feet and measured a hard punch right to her jaw. Vanessa reeled away and fell over the laps of some fans but as the brunette walked over to deliver another blow Vanessa had enough wits about her to grab the guy she had landed on’s beer in a plastic glass and fling it in her pursuers face. It certainly took Michelle by surprise and she recoiled and shook herself as the beer ran down her face and into her cleavage. Vanessa seized on her respite and grabbed Michelle’s pony tail (her hat finally coming off) and rammed her head against the metal railing then dumped her over it and back to the ringside area. Still feeling all her aches and pains she clambered over the barrier and stood over her as she got up. Michelle was still in the fight though and managed to barge Vanessa back against the outside of the metal ring post. She hardly broke her stride to pull back her arm and launch another nasty looking punch at Vanessa’s head but was undone when Shell grabbed her friends hand and pulled her out of the way at the last moment and Michelle’s knuckles crunched into the unforgiving metal post. She collapsed to her knees shaking her hand and crying out while Shell urged Vanessa on.
Ignoring her lumps and bumps the South African blonde hauled herself up and swung out at Emma who was by Michelle’s side trying to get her mind off her hand and back on the fight. Vanessa was snarling like an enraged tiger now and looked positively fierce as she kicked Michelle in the back with her heavy boots then straddled her chest to slap her and haul wildly at her hair. Scrambling Michelle managed to roll onto her face but that hardly stopped the blonde as she just scratched away at the back of her head and wrenched off the bra top that Michelle wore to leave her topless. Vanessa got off her for a moment and reached to the floor and Michelle took the opportunity to try and crawl away under the ring. But that was fruitless as Vanessa caught her trousered leg and dragged her back out and we could see that she had held off the attack to retrieve the Singapore cane and now held it up and swept it down again across Michelle’s bare back. She went to do it again but as she held it overhead it met resistance and she looked around to see the ever annoying Emma had grabbed it from behind and was stopping Vanessa bringing to forward. That wasn’t too smart though as it allowed Shell to run up behind Emma, jump on her back and the two of them to catfight their way into the crowd and out into the stands. That’s the last we’ll see of them as moments later a camera catches them brawling out of the building and into the car park!
Back at ring side Vanessa returns her attention to Michelle but finds she’s again halfway under the ring.
When Vanessa hauled her back out she had something in her hands and before Vanessa could work what exactly it was Michelle had slashed the aluminium tray up and smashed it on Vanessa’s skull. it was hardly hard and did more damage to the tray than her head but it allowed Micelle to once again escape Vanessa’s grasp and scoot around the side of the ring and once again dig deep into a pocket in her combat trousers. This time when she removed the packet of white stuff from her pocket it was salt and with the bloody mess that Vanessa’s face was now from her various cuts and scrapes once it hit her it would surely sting like hell! So as Vanessa rounded the corner of the ring Michelle made to throw the salt but the blonde saw it coming and reflexes kicking in she thrust out her hands and ended up pushing the hands way up, missing the intended target and throwing much of it into her attackers own face. Michelle turned her back and winced and squealed at the salt in her eyes but Vanessa didn’t let up jumping up and driving her knee into the small of her back and sending the brunette flying forward, slamming head first into the steel ring steps. When she turned and lifted her head her face was greeted by a vicious kick right into her jaw and she slumped down, nearly out of it.
Vanessa reached under the ring to pull out a folding, long wooden table and, with her foe incapacitated, took her time unfolding it and setting it up next to the ring. Vanessa thought she had the match in the bag now, she hauled Michelle to her feet groggily and almost poured her atop the wooden table so that she lay flat along the length of it and showing little or no signs of moving. The blonde climbed up the ring steps and slowly along the apron until she stood directly over the prone brunette and started to carefully reverse her way up the ropes until she stood balanced on the middle rope facing down on her opponent. Whether she planned a splash or a dive or whatever, the audience was not to discover as while she had been doing it a figure in the same fatigues as Michelle and Emma had sneaked over the barricade and into the ring. As they stood up behind Vanessa (who was blissfully unaware of the newcomers presence) the cameras captured that it was Nadia Almada, Vanessa’s arch rival and Michelle’s friend from the series. In her hand she held a black bin bag liner that she had swiftly pulled out of a garbage can as she had run past when she had seen that Michelle was in trouble.
The referee was too busy concentrating on what Vanessa had planned to see Nadia and as the South African readied herself to leap she was suddenly plunged into darkness and toppling uncontrollable back wards. Nadia had hoisted the bag over her head and pulled on the ends, blinded and unbalanced, Vanessa took a nasty bump backwards on her head into the ring and as the referee remonstrated with her. From there Nadia choked her with all her considerable strength until Michelle made her way slowly back into the ring. When she had gathered her senses both she and Nadia stood up over Vanessa and spent about a minutes putting the boots to Vanessa. Oh boy was it uncomfortable to view as the two women were unmerciful, Vanessa at least managed to slacken the bag around her neck but that didn’t offer much comfort as two pairs of heavy boots seemed to kick every inch of her aching body. The referee finally dragged Nadia from the ring but she just smiled knowing her work was done. Michelle, meanwhile, dragged the limp Vanessa out onto the self same table she had lain on and with no signs of movement from her, the busty Geordie climbed right to the top corner turnbuckle. She paused for a moment then signalled to the crowd and them dove off, feet first, landing a solid blow both boots landing squarely in Vanessa’s stomach. Michelle took a moment to gather her senses then made a cover in the debris of the destroyed table.
1……..2………..3
It was over and as the EMT’s came out to stretcher Vanessa away Michelle could not help but peer onto the stretcher and goad Vanessa about the consequences of losing the match.
Makosi v Davina McCall
I Quit match – deportation if Makkosi loses/pose for hardcore porno if Davina loses.
A controversial match this, the Main Event of the evening, as Davina is not a BB contestant but the presenter, no less. However, there is simmering resentment between her and African Queen (in her own mind, if not in anyone else’s) Makosi. During Makosi’s eviction last series she was unmercilessly jeered and booed by the crowd for her prim donna antics in the house and she felt (with some justification) that presenter Davina had done her best to stir the crowd up against her. It might all be seen as ‘pantomime’ and a performance in front of the baying mob but it had hurt Makosi and as quickly as possible she had fired back verbally at Davina in the newspapers as she posed in various states of undress.
But Davina didn’t need the hassle, didn’t need to take this fight so it took some persuasion via, threats to her jobs (especially as her chat show proved to be such a ratings flop) and Makosi making all kinds of personal comments in the press to get her to sign up to the catfight. But sign up she did and once she was on board she was 100% focussed on victory, especially with such far reaching stipulations for both women agreed upon.
On paper it seemed to be advantage Makosi, she was nearly fifteen years younger than her rival, and was also larger (in all departments, especially with great big tits that might work against her if things got particularly violent). Davina meanwhile, had participated in making her home fitness video just last year so was in fabulous shape too.
There’s no doubt as to the crowd favourite in this main event – Davina came to the ring to a tumultuous roar from the crowd (probably helped by the fact that she was wearing an extremely revealing black bikini, just a thin strappy bra and string panties) with her beautiful dark hair behind her and her superstar presence the crowd was in love with her from the start. Makosi meanwhile was unmercifully booed from her first appearance around the entrance curtain, they hated with a vengeance, not just because she was against their favourite but also because of her stuck up, ‘Princess’ persona and her highly inflated opinion of herself.
Makosi had her hair in her big afro style wig as she sauntered down the aisle to a chorus of catcalls and boos, her stunning dark ebony figure shown to fullest effect in a white, string bikini. She’s a natural heel, smiling falsely at the crowd and taking her sweet time entering the ring, flashing a toothy, insincere smile at Davina before standing on the turnbuckle to acknowledge the non-existent acclaim and haul off her wig and toss it into the angry crowd. With the wig off we can see that she has her hair folded on her head and she shakes it loose in a long straight black pony tail that reaches down between her shoulder blades. Immediately after doing that the younger woman pounces off the turnbuckle and strides confidently to centre ring and gets right up in Davina’s face and they are aggressively nose-to-nose telling each other how badly they are going to lose.
The verbals were pretty nasty, verging on racist from Davina and even more so from Makosi, it was easy to see there was some serious bad blood between the two of them and as the referee ushered them to their corners it would seem that some of it would be spilled to add to the claret stained canvas. There’s no real gimmicks to this match just a straight out knock-down, drag-out battle to the finish and that finish can only come from one of these women saying the words, “I QUIT”, and both are fully aware of the horrors that will await them (of entirely different kinds) if they were to do so, so both are equally determined never to say them. But one will.
The bell rings and the main event of the evening is under way and both approach each other carefully, determined not to rush in and give the other an early advantage. They lock up tentatively in centre ring and it is immediately apparent that Makosi has both the size and strength advantage, and doesn’t have too much of a struggle pushing Davina back onto her ass and rolling back to look up from the canvas at her opponent. She doesn’t look worried yet, she had known Makosi would be stronger but had ideas of tiring her out and using her speed and fitness advantage (having run a famous fitness video campaign just the previous year) – of course that conveniently ignored the near 15 year age difference. Next time Davina locked up she didn’t wait to be thrown off but rather ducked behind Makosi used a leg trip and took her down and slapped the back of her head before Makosi could buck her off and the two once again stared daggers at each other, their respective tempers rising and the early skirmishes well and truly over.
When they sprang at each other again it was with their nails drawn and ready to scratch. Makosi was quicker off the mark though and Davina had to use all her strength to hold onto the black girls wrists and keep those long nails away from her face. But while the TV presenter struggled to keep those talons away from her famous face Makosi pulled her head back then threw it forward in a vicious head butt that cracked into Davina’s nose.
The crack of bone as forehead met nose was like a rifle shot and rang out through a shocked, silent arena. Davina crumpled straight away to the canvas holding her face and wailing. The camera shot immediately revealed a steady flow of blood down her chin and everyone knew she was badly hurt already. No one more so than her opponent. Makosi grabbed a hold of Davina’s hair and jerked her head up and with an uncommon viciousness she powered five knees right into her damaged face. Davina desperately tried to cover up using her hands and arms but they were no match for those powerful knees and her head rocked back with each one until Makosi paused a moment , watched Davina flop to the floor and began stomping her foot against Davina’s head. It was carnage.
Finally relenting the dark girl stooped to haul her adversary to her feet by her hair and held her up and slapped her a few times, she was a mess, her nose splattered and her eyes glazed over.
“Quit now bitch or I will make a mess of you, I am not being deported, no way!”
Davina struggled to shake her head no but all that got for her troubles was another slap to her face and then Makosi pulling her head down quickly and her own knee up to collide with another stiff blow to Davina’s face. It was a merciful relief that as she landed on the canvas she rolled out of the ring and to her knees at ring side. There was little respite for the raven haired TV star out there though, Makosi slid out after her, lifted her up to her feet and Irish whipped her, face first, into the metal security barrier. She followed her in, grabbed her head by the hair again and slammed her forehead repeatedly into the metal barrier to the audiences increasing horror.
When Makosi was done Davina was slumped over the barrier and it was becoming apparent that she wasn’t going to mount much offence unless she turned things round real quick. But there was no signs of that turnaround as the black girl easily peeled Davina’s bikini from her body and laid her out, stark naked on the floor next to the ring. Makosi took great pleasure throwing her foe head first into each of the four sets of ring steps at the corners of the ring before rolling her dead weight opponent under the bottom rope and into the ring again.
“Let’s see if you want to quit now you old cow!”
Main event or not this fight was so one-sided and it didn’t look like there was a way back. The ebony ‘princess’ got back into ring and pulled Davina’s lifeless carcass to the centre of the ring and sat on her back, she then eased Davina’s limp arms over her knees so that she was in an old fashioned camel clutch manoeuvre. But rather than lock her hands under Davina’s chin Makosi cruelly hooked her fingers into her opponents messed up nostrils and hauled back on her head from there.
What a visual image it made as the camera zoomed in on Davina’s anguished face, as Makosi’s razor sharp, talon-like nails dug into her soft flesh and hauled backwards the blood covered her face and ran from it.
“Quit you bitch! Quit!”
Whether Davina could use her mouth to say the words or not, no one knew, whatever she never quit despite being punished like that for over a minute and Makosi eventually had to release her hold and stamp on Davina’s back in frustration. Of course, she could have easily gained a pinfall on her famous opponent by now but it would count for nought as a submission was the only way the carnage would end. Still Makosi did not allow herself to be frustrated too long but merely changed her direction of attack by pulling Davina’s legs apart, allowing the brunette to gradually realise what she was about to do before stamping down right on Davina’s pussy!
If Davina had any fight left in her then that blow took it out of her, well that combined with the five more stamps the black girl delivered followed by the hard knee she dropped right between Davina’s thighs. Struggling to catch a breath, her face a bloody mess and aware she was no match for Makosi Davina somehow managed to gasp out her surrender. It had been a destruction and Makosi gloried in it, flexing her muscles over her vanquished foe. Davina lay in a foetal position crying like the weak willed, pathetic, coward that she had been proven to be.
UPDATE SHOW FROM ONE WEEK LATER TO SHOW THE FORFEITS
This TV show is screened a week after that amazing PPV show and will update on all the happenings for the winners and more particularly, the losers of the battles. The show opens with Jade Goody entering the studio in a designer evening gown that ill suits her but she doesn’t care because in her hand is a dog leash that it attached to Kate Lawler’s neck. Kate is dress in a tiny, sexy French maids outfit that is so short that her peachy bum cheeks are on full display while her tits are hanging nearly over the front. She looks a beaten woman. We’ll catch up with them later because first up is going to be South African Vanessa Nimmo’s punishment for losing her match.
Vanessa’s loss to Michelle came with the forfeit that she would be caned 100 times - not a pleasant prospect. Vanessa comes into the empty TV studio and strips naked as per her orders. The contracts are watertight so all the girls will have to adhere to them, however much they don’t want to. Once naked Vanessa is bent over a gym vaulting horse, her hands tied high above her and her ankles to the horse, making sure she stays in position for her caning. Michelle appears looking very happy with herself and takes some moments to goad Vanessa before taking the bamboo cane from the overseeing official and dishing out ten, vicious strikes to the blondes gorgeous bare backside. She stops at ten to inspect the harsh red welts across Vanessa’s arse before giving the South African some bad news.
“I’m bored by you so I’m going to let someone else dish out the last ninety for you - I think you know her, eh Nadia?”
That really wound Vanessa up and she struggled against her bonds because not only was it horrible for her hated rival to be dishing out the caning but Nadia was infinitely stronger that Michelle and from the very first of her cane strikes Vanessa was already biting her lip in agony By the time Nadia had finished Vanessa had slumped to the floor and her previously perfect ass was a red, ragged mess!
Leaving Vanessa to her misery the camera’s cut to another studio to find Sam Heuston strapped to a table, naked, her mouth, ass and pussy nice and open. As per her loss stipulations she is about to be fucked by 100 of her greatest fans. We see a scanning shot of the guys queued up and patiently waiting their turn. Her conqueror gets to introduce the guys as they come up and take their turn fucking whichever hole they like and although it can’t all be shown on the show due to time restraints we get to see plenty of highlights of the slim brunette with man meat in all her holes and before too long it becomes apparent that she is enjoying herself! What a slut!
Still Lesley gets the last laugh as she introduces Sam’s one hundredth fan, it’s an old guy with a German Shepherd. Lesley can barely conceal her glee as she speaks.
“Right slut, let’’s see if you enjoy this as much. This is Fido and he’s your biggest fan!”
And with that the door closes so we can’t see Sam’s last fan fucking her - perhaps for the best.
There follows that a swift interview with the victorious Orlaith interspersed with clips of her defeat of the hated Saskia and a full re-showing of her getting her hair shaved off and eating the dog food. The fans will definitely enjoy that.
Next up is Davina Macall and her porno. Her nose is barely fixed but that is of no consequence as she has had to contractually go through with the shoot. So she’s not looking her best as she is gang-banged by ten well-hung black guys. Each of them fuck her mouth and pussy before shooting their loads all over her famous face. To finish it off Makosi gets to star wearing an enormous strap on dildo the same colour as her skin and pulverises Davina’s virgin asshole on film. All this is shown in clip form on the show.
Which brings us back to Kate and Jade. In front of the live audience Jade demonstrates her power over Kate by ordering her to strip naked and grovel at her feet. Kate obeys totally until she is starkers, where upon Jade bends her over and spanks her dismissively. Still it’s not enough for Jade, not enough humiliation by half and she ordered Kate to get on her knees before her and start eating her out , which she does. Which would be a fitting finale in itself but Jade mixes it up a bit more by releasing a full bladder full of her own piss all over Kate’s shocked face as the closing credits roll.