*** I wrote this story after being inspired by MixedWrestler’s story “Celebrity Challenge”. It is a sequel of sorts. Although I am not the original writer, I hoped to have kept it in the same spirit as the original. I would suggest going to Mixed Wrestler’s portion of this site and reading his story “Celebrity Challenge” before reading this one. Enjoy!***

Dangerous David Dicks
i_am_ddd@yahoo.com

Celebrity Challenge part II:

Three days after Chris Kerr had completely dominated the team of Melissa Joan Hart and Britney Spears The Federation Management brought him into their head office for a conference. Chris knew that Melissa had only just gained consciousness and Britney was going in for her fourth surgery in two days. He naturally assumed they were bringing him in to inform him that no other female celebrities were willing to wrestle him and that he wouldn’t be doing those type of matches anymore.

Chris entered a room full of executives. He felt out of place in this type of environment. A tall dark haired man in a very expensive suit was the first to speak. “Chris, we brought you in here to inform you of your opponents for your next match, Fatal Selection II”.

Chris was in shook. “Are you fucking kidding me! Another pair of women are going to get in the ring with me?” He sat down and shook his head in confusion.

“Yes Chris. As a matter of fact, they can’t wait to get you in the ring.” The man with the expensive suit was apparently in charge.

“I can’t believe it?” Chris said quietly.

“Believe it Chris. It looks like you’ve made yourself a number of enemies among Hollywood’s elite women.”

“Did they see how badly I destroyed those other two?… Hell, that actress bitch wasn’t even conscious until last night! … And teams of surgeons are still trying to put Spears back together!”

“Yes Chris. We wanted to talk to you about that.” The voice came from the only female in the room. She stood up from behind a table in the back. She was wearing a gray business suit and far too much make-up. Otherwise she was quite attractive. “Now Chris, we know you take your work very seriously.” She said as she walked over to the powerfully built wrestler.

”Yes, I do.”

”Right, but the thing you need to understand is this feud between you and these beautiful celebrities…”

Chris interrupted the pretty executive. “There is no feud! I don’t have anything against them.”

”I know.” She continued. “The feud makes a lot of money and brings a lot of interest to The Federation. So we want to keep it going. Therefore what we need from you is to win decisively, but don’t hospitalize them anymore.”

“I don’t hold back in the ring.”

”Nobody’s asking you to. But Chris, you have to look at this from our perspective. If you keep on destroying these starlets none of them will want wrestle you. Then what will happen to the story line we’ve worked so hard to create?”

Chris couldn’t believe it. There was no use arguing. They held him over a barrel. “Who are they?” He asked in a level voice.

The man with the expensive suit piped back in. “The team will be Alyssa Milano and Jaime Pressly.”

“Aren’t those both girls from 1-800-COLLECT commercials?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, and a number of television shows and movies.” The female executive added.

The man with the expensive suit looked at her as if to announce that he was going to be taking over again. “Remember Chris, win decisively. Make it look good. But don’t seriously hurt them. We have only a small number of starlets left who didn’t buy their way out of the contracts, and we don’t want to lose them.”

As Chris left the room he silently vowed to himself that although he hated to do it, and although he’d be disobeying a direct order, he would completely obliterate the team of Alyssa Milano and Jaime Pressly. As he rode off to the gym two phrases played over and over in his mind. “If you keep on destroying these starlets none of them will want wrestle you.” “We have only a small number of starlets left who didn’t buy their way out of the contracts.” He knew what he had to do. If he was ever going to get out of this story line, he was going to have to take the pair of sexy actresses apart.

As the weeks past and the date for the next pay-per-view rapidly approached, Alyssa and Jaime trained like never before. The two had met each other during the work they had done in the "Poison Ivy" series of films. In addition, Jaime had taken over for Alyssa's Eva Save-A-Lot character in the 1-800-Collect commercials. They were both in great shape. Alyssa had been taken martial arts lessons most of her career, even as far back as when she was a child actress working with people like Arnold Schwartzenegger in the film “Commando” she studied martial arts. In addition, she was in sensational shape. She does most of her own stunts and is extremely athletic to begin with. Of course Jaime Pressly's dedication to staying in shape was almost legendary around some Hollywood circles. She studied dance from the age of 4. Her tone body could be used as a cutting board. She got her start working as a body double for much of her early career. The flexibility she gained as a dancer and her dedication to fitness allowed her to quickly learn the complex martial arts and wrestling moves that she planned to use in the ring. The pair of starlets grew close as the match approached. They spent as much time working on strategy as they did working their bodies.

Chris, on the other hand, couldn't wait for the day of the match. His life had become a living Hell. While Alyssa and Jaime toured the talk shows and were heralded as the savior to their gender, Chris was ridiculed and booed mercilessly. It extended far beyond the ring. He received death threats at home, and so much hate mail that it became impossible to deliver it all to his house. He desperately wanted to end all of this. He knew the public outcry from his match with Brtiney and Melissa nearly ended the Federation's commitment to this storyline. His only hope was to fuel the fire. He told reporter after reporter that he planned to hurt Alyssa and Jaime even worse than Britney and Melissa. He said that these matches were meaningless, and that women had no business competing with men and he would prove it. Chris had no idea that he was playing right into The Federation's hands. During a time when Anika Sorenstam was trying to compete with the elite men of her sport, Chris was cast as a barbarian, or a dinosaur women hater. The publicity around "Fatal Selection II" grew at a fever pitch. In the weeks before the match Chris got very little sleep. His only salvation was found in the gym. He could lock himself in there away from the world and train. Some days he felt as though he spent nearly all of it training.

When the day of the match finally arrived, Alyssa and Jaime played a bold card. They spoke to the Federation and had the rules of the match changed to "No Disqualification, Pinfall Only" match. They had worked out a plan to surprise Chris and needed a no disqualification match to pull it off. They also knew that it would take a lot of work, but they didn't want Chris to leave the ring without at least one broken bone. They didn't want the man to submit and ruin their plan. Of course The Federation was perfectly willing to honor the starlets request.

Once again the arena was packed to the gills. A standing room only crowd paid exuberant prices to fill the 25,000+ seat event center. Millions more viewers bought the pay-per-view. Finally Chris heard them announce his name. Knowing that the crowd would boo him as soon as he appeared Chris stayed behind the curtain until they finished his introduction.

"Introducing first! ..." The crowd popped with excitement. "Standing six foot, six inches tall! ... Weighing in at over three hundred pounds!..." Chris listened from behind the curtain. He knew he was only about 6'3" and maybe 270, but he also knew he was being portrayed as a monster and a little exaggeration in this business was considered the norm. "He is the woman hater!..." Chris cringed at that term. "Chris, the Celebrity Mauler, Kerrrrrrrrrr!" The crowd blasted Chris with boos as he stepped through the curtain. Of course, he came to the ring in his usual black briefs, boots and black cowl. The crowd cursed and threw trash at him as he made his way to the ring. He walked with determination and purpose. Everyone knew that what he was capable of and it looked like Chris had every intention of making good on his promise once again.

As Chris waited in the ring they announced his opponents. “Introducing his opponents tonight!” This time the crowd went insane with excitement. “At 5 foot 5 inches tall, and 117 pounds from Kinston, North Carolina, you know her from her roles in Joe Dirt, Not Another Teen Movie, and Can’t Hardly Wait!… She is Jaime Pressly!” The crowd roared again as the massive Trinitron screen showed clips of Jaime in some of her movies. Then the crowd took it up another level of excitement as the 25-year-old blonde sexpot stepped through the curtain.

She looked incredible, showing up for the match wearing what looked like her costume from the 1-800-COLLECT commercials. She didn't have on wings, but it was otherwise the same. The arena lights shone magnificently off her white silk blouse. Her butt and thighs looked sensational in her tightly fitted silky white pants. Her outfit was completed with a pair of white wrestling shoes. Her blonde hair hung straight and appeared radiant under the bright arena lights. She waved merrily to the crowd showing her admiration and appreciation for their overwhelming support.

The crowd was electric as Jaime waited at the top of the ramp for Alyssa's introduction. “Her partner tonight stands in at 5 foot, 2 inches tall, weighing 110 pounds from Brooklyn, New York, you know her from Who's the boss, Melrose Place, and the hit show Charmed!… She is Alyssa Milano!” Once again a short montage of clips from Alyssa’s acting career primed the crowd. Of course, they went crazy again as the beautiful, 30-year-old brunette star stepped through the curtain and into the arena.

Building on the theme, Alyssa came to the fight basically dressed in her Eva Save-a-lot costume. She wore black leather pants that fit like a second skin, a black leather vest that buttoned up the front, and a pair of black leather motorcycle style boots. Her brunette hair hung straight and looked great just off her shoulders. Alyssa looked sensational, and every bit of her seemed ready to fight.

The two girls high fived and hugged each other before making their way down toward the ring area. To his credit, Chris was extremely patient allowing the two beauties to absorb as much fan admiration as possible as they approached the ring. The pair winked at each other and entered the ring together, while keeping a close eye on Chris.

The bell sounded and the girls quickly raced to surround Chris, each choosing a different side of the ring. Chris spun back and forth carefully watching both girls while they circled around him. The girls lapped around Chris over and over trying to find an opening. He remained patient in the center of the ring. Jaime was the first to finally make a move. She lunged hard at Chris’s legs, wrapping herself around one of his muscular knees. Chris grabbed two handfuls of the blonde’s hair, when suddenly Alyssa ran in and emptied a small container of pepper spray into his eyes. Chris immediately released his grip on Jaime’s hair and spun away covering his eyes.

As Chris stood in the corner of the ring trying to regain his vision, Alyssa and Jaime each pulled up a pant leg and pulled a pair of brass knuckles from their sock. The pair of starlets ran at Chris and started raining loaded punches into his ribs before he could even turn around. Neither Alyssa nor Jaime had enough weight to make any single blow very damaging, the combination of shots over and over into the blinded wrestler’s ribs finally dropped him to his knees. The jubilant crowd was ecstatic with the way the match began. Chris could hear them cheer as he huddled in the corner, facing the turnbuckles trying to protect himself from the constant onslaught of loaded punches.

Finally, the girls slowed down. They actually started to grow arm weary from the barrage of punches they were throwing at their opponent. The two beauties stepped back to the center of the ring to celebrate their effective sneak attack. They had the upper hand and were proud of it. “Not so tough now, are you big boy?” Alyssa said then high fived her partner. The crowd was euphoric as they showered the starlets with cheers.

Chris worked his way to his feet by dragging himself up the turnbuckles in the corner. He ached all over. The majority of his upper body was covered with red splotches where he’d been hit. His vision was still blurred but he could see well enough that he decided to turn himself around in the corner. Just as he did Alyssa charged in and dropped him once more with a knee to his groin. “Ahh!” Cried the big man as he fell like a stone to all fours. “Crack!” Still wearing the brass knuckles, Alyssa unloaded a right hook that caught Chris in the jaw. His head was knocked to the side and his body followed him into the ropes and then face down on the canvas.

Through watering eyes Chris raised his head to see Alyssa and Jaime slapping high fives and bumping hips in celebration of their eminent victory. “I am woman hear me roar!” Alyssa screamed to the throngs of screaming fans. She threw he hands up and absorbed their applause. Jaime decided that it was her turn to lay into the big man. She tapped Alyssa on the shoulder. “Watch this.” She said turning her attention to Chris.

Chris lay on his belly in the corner and watched as the blurry figure clad in white charged toward him. “Not this time.” He said out load as he ignored his pain and sprang to feet. He charged his attacker and leveled Jaime an awe-inspiring spear. The crowd’s cheers instantly stopped and the room fell deathly silent at impact. “Oh-ho!” Cried Jaime as her forward momentum was immediately changed to backward momentum. All of her wind was taken from her as Chris’s powerful shoulder buried deep into her belly. He drove straight through and planted her on the mat before popping to his feet and pointing at Alyssa. “Who’s roaring now, bitch?” Reaching down Chris tore the brass knuckles from Jaime’s fingers. He slipped the weapon on his left hand.

Alyssa’s expression of glee was turned into shock as Chris charged full speed at her. Keeping her wits she through a brass knuckled-haymaker targeted at her big foe. Chris caught the punch easily and pulled her arm around by the wrist. Alyssa cried out. “Ah-ha!” Her arm was bent behind her forcing her to turn her back to Chris. He pushed her into the corner. She spun around in an attempt to defend herself, but she only succeeded in catching a huge forehand slap across the face. “Oooo!” The crowd echoed as Alyssa’s head snapped around and she fell back in the corner. She had been lucky Chris hit her with the right hand, the hand that was NOT wearing brass knuckles. The brunette sexpot caught herself with the ropes and pulled herself out of the corner. Again Chris raised his right hand and delivered a forehand slap that stung the beauty across the face and knocked her nearly the canvas. She landed with her butt on the bottom middle turnbuckle. “Kick me in the balls, huh?” Chris said with rage in his eyes as he flattened the beauty with another hard slap across the face. This time it knocked Alyssa all the way to her ass in the corner. “I’ll teach you!” Shouted Chris. Alyssa was clearly dazed. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up in the corner. Raising his right hand once again he knocked her to her ass once more with a tremendous slap to the face. The crowd gasped each time as Chris’s intensity rose. He was slapping the beauty so hard her head was being knocked around sending her hair in every direction and Alyssa to her ass in the corner. He only hit her with an open right hand… so far. Twice more he dragged Alyssa to her feet by the hair before slapping her back down.

Alyssa sat in the corner looking like she had no idea where she was, nothing less what she was doing here. Chris took her right hand and tore the brass knuckles from her. He slipped them on his right hand. “Let’s see how YOU like being peppered with these!” Chris said to Alyssa holding his brass-knuckled fists in her face.

The Celebrity Mauler fired off a right hook that landed hard just beneath Alyssa’s left breast. “Owww!” She cried and wrapped her arms around her ribcage. Chris pulled her arm up and fired another punch into the actress’s ribs. “Aweeee!” Alyssa cried as she could hear her own ribs cracking under the power of this brute’s loaded punch. Chris kept the pressure on. Every time Alyssa would wrap up and cover some portion of her ribs. He would find another location to drive a hard punch with the brass knuckles. After about a half dozen shots, Alyssa was unable to stand on her own. The next punch dropped her to her knees, leaving her hyperventilating and clutching her ribcage. Chris took each of Alyssa’s wrists and pulled her arms away from her body. He leaned in and drove his knee into Alyssa’s breastbone with a thud that could be heard in the fifteenth row. “Agh!” More air left Alyssa as Chris drove another knee into her chest. She slumped to her butt in the corner. Chris didn’t stop. As Alyssa slid farther and farther down in the corner he switched from driving his knee into her breastbone to stomping away with his heal into her chest. For all intents and purposes, Alyssa was out of it. She lay with her arms dangling over the bottom ropes, her head resting on the bottom turnbuckle in the corner as Chris continued to stomp on her near lifeless body. The referee counted for Chris to let Alyssa out of the corner, but this was mostly out of habit. The rules of this match left him powerless to do anything if Chris chose not to listen to him.

Finally, Chris stopped stomping on her, and dragged Alyssa up by the hair again. He bent her over and double-hooked his arms deep under hers. Alyssa was defenseless. It looked like she was being set up for a pedigree. Instead, Chris pulled her out of the corner and spun around so that his back was to the ropes. With a quick heave he pulled the black leather clad beauty up over his shoulder and tossed her right out of the ring. Alyssa’s feet just caught the apron before she tumbled face first to the arena floor. Alyssa wound up spread eagle and face down lying on the thin layer of padding outside the ring.

With Alyssa out of the ring Chris could turn his attention back to Jaime Pressly. The starlet was on her knees clutching her stomach with both arms; still hyperventilating from the brutal spear she took minutes before. Chris worked himself around behind the blonde beauty. He knelt behind the dazed and unsuspecting actress. With his right hand Chris took Jaime’s left wrist and pulled it across her neck. He then wedged his left arm under Jaime’s armpit and grasped her shoulder. It was a modified dragon sleeper, and he had Jaime locked tight. “Let’s take some of the fight out of you, shall we?” Chris said through clenched teeth.

Even though she was still in a stupor, Jaime knew she was in trouble. Chris’s huge arms could easily crush her slender neck. Reaching back with her free had she grabbed for Chris’s head or hair or any way to escape the hold. There was no part of Chris’s body that could be reached with Jaime’s free hand. She looked almost comical as she desperately waved her hand searching for an escape. Jaime eyes raced back and forth as a look of panic washed over her face. She was trapped and she knew it. She scanned the ring area desperately trying to find her partner.

Ultimately, her free hand waved more slowly as her world started to grow dark. Chris cinched up the hold tighter and tighter, Jaime’s eyelids became nearly too heavy to keep open. To her it looked like somebody was slowly dimming the lights in the arena. Jaime could feel the referee raise her hand in the air, she didn’t have the strength or wear-with-all to stop it from falling back into her lap. The pretty blonde’s windpipe was shut off. The cheers and screams of he audience started to fade in her mind. She closed her eyes, just to rest them for a moment. Jaime felt the referee raise her hand a second time. Again it fell straight back to her side. Chris was now standing over her, leaning down, putting all of his weight down onto her slumped form. Jaime was now dead weight in Chris’s arms. She never knew the referee raised her hand once more. It fell to the mat with no resistance.

The referee started to slap Chris on the back, signifying a request to release the hold. Jaime's eyelids were open a little more than slits showing the whites of her eyes, which had rolled back into her head. Her mouth was partially open as drool hung from her bottom lip, her face reddened from lack of circulation. Chris maintained the hold, cinching it even tighter on his totally unconscious opponent. Chris vigorously shook the out cold blonde just to be certain. Jaime showed no signs of life. Her free arm flapped uselessly. Chris rose to his feet, maintaining the hold and lifting Jaime all the way off the mat. She dangled briefly in his arms before he finally swung her lifeless legs out in front of her and released the hold. The girl fall lifelessly first to her butt then flopped to her back near the corner of the ring. Jaime Pressly was completely unconscious.

The crowd was showering Chris with boos, screaming obscenities, and displaying hatred for the “Celebrity Mauler”. Chris didn’t care. His eyes were still tearing from the pepper spray. He reached down and tore the front of Jaime’s blouse open. For the first time, he received cheers from the crowd. His fanfare, however, was likely to be short lived. He rolled Jaime over and ripped the blouse from her lifeless body. He used the garment to wipe the tears and the rest of the pepper spray from his eyes before discarding it into the crowd.

The fans were now egging him on as he knelt next to the prone blonde and flipped her over. Jaime’s beautiful young chest heaved, constrained in her feminine white lace bra. The massive wrestler then unbuttoned and unzipped the starlet’s silky white pants. Standing up and working his way around to her feet he lifted her legs to pull off each of her shoes and throw them into the audience. Some of the spectators were nearly riotous as he grasped the cuffs of her pants and started to slide them off her lovely hips. Pulling the cuffs of her pants he had to jiggle her sexy form in order to shake her out of the skin-tight garment. As Jaime’s bare legs fell lifelessly to the canvas, Chris threw her pants into the fifteenth row of the auditorium.

Jaime was stripped to her white lacey bra and panty set, and a pair of little white socks. The fickle crowd started cheering for Chris to strip her naked. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair and violently yanked her head up off the mat, pulling Jaime into a seated position. She sat on her pert butt and dangled from his grasp, her mouth gaped open. She was still completely out of it.

Chris’s attention was suddenly diverted when he saw Alyssa Milano slowly pulling herself up the ring apron. She was trying to get back into the fight. Chris was having none of that. He dropped the unconscious blonde allowing Jaime to flop back to the mat on her side. Without a second thought he raced toward Alyssa and smashed into her chest with a baseball slide under the bottom rope. “Uhgh!” Melissa cried as she was taken completely unaware and knocked all the way back into the steel guardrail that separates the ring area from the crowd. Alyssa had several cracked or broken ribs from the trouncing she took earlier in the match was simply struggling to breath, nothing less mount an offense.

Reaching down Chris wrapped his huge hand around Alyssa’s neck. The brunette beauty desperately grasped Chris’s forearm, trying to relieve the pressure in her neck. Chris lifted her straight up off the floor and violently choke slammed her across the top of the steel guardrail. “Oh-ah-ye!” The small of Alyssa’s back crashed down across the steel railing and she hung face up at the lights. Her back bend freakishly as she hung like a sacrifice draped over the rail. Chris calmly pushed down on her thigh and dumped the debilitated brunette off the railing. He reached down and wrapped one of his powerful hands around her chin and the other in her hair. He pulled the girl to her feet by the head. Chris dragged Alyssa over to one of the pay-per-view cameras and displayed her face to the camera.

Tears streamed down Alyssa’s pretty face, her teeth reddened with choked up blood, as Chris held her only inches from the camera lens. “You see, this!” Chris shouted, showing Alyssa off like a trophy. “This is what will happen to any bitches dumb enough to get into the ring with me.”

Chris shifted Alyssa’s head so that it was tucked under his arm something like a football. The starlet’s chin rested on Chris’s powerful forearm. Her legs were numb and rubbery, her arms dangling uselessly as she hung from Chris is grasp. “How smart do you think she fells now!” Chris shouted. “Not to smart, I’ll bet!” Alyssa squinted into the pain, both the physical and the humiliation. “None of you women better challenge me again!” He announced before spinning Alyssa around and scooping her into body slam position.

Alyssa’s weary arms and legs dangled as Chris held her across the front of his body. Then he stepped back, set himself and charged at the steel ring post. “Ooohhh!” Alyssa cried out as the small of her back was rammed into the solid steel ring post. Chris stepped back and lined Alyssa up again. “Ah-ha!” Alyssa’s lower lumbar area was crushed once again against the unforgiving ring post. Once again Chris stepped back, this time to adjust his grip on the struggling actress. He dragged her up on his shoulder before throwing her lower back down across the edge of the ring apron. Alyssa’s low back crashed hard against the side of the apron, she then fell with the back of her head and neck ramming against the hard floor, before tumbling over gawkily on the ground at Chris’s feet.

The referee warned Chris to get Alyssa back into the ring. But again because of the rules of the match they both knew that there was nothing he could do. Looking down at Alyssa it didn’t seem to matter. She was done for anyway. The sexy brunette writhed on the ground. Chris took her by the leather vest, grasping the back of her collar. He yanked her off the floor, being certain to smack the back of her head off the underside on the ring as he ripped her to her feet. Alyssa stammered in his grasp as he controlled her like a marionette. Deciding to finish her in the ring, Chris rolled the punch-drunk beauty back in the ring under the ropes.

Once inside the ring Alyssa saw her debilitated partner lying unconscious and stripped to her bra and panties and was overtaken by emotion. She began to cry uncontrollably shaking as she whispered to Jaime in desperation. “Jaime, get up, please.” Alyssa begged of her partner. “Help me, Jaime.” Her soft voice was shaking with pain and fear.

“No, please no more.” Alyssa begged in little more than a whisper when she felt Chris’s powerful hand grasp her by the back of the neck.

Alyssa was drug to her feet and whipped to the ropes. She rebounded and stumbled toward Chris. She was met by Chris’s boot in the chest. “Bwah!” She cried out as blood, spittle and air escaped her, the powerful blow taking her completely off guard. The actress was driven to the mat, arms and legs flying in every direction, only to end up with Chris standing with one foot on her chest.

The referee tried to do Alyssa a favor and fell to his belly to quickly count the girl out, but Chris was not done yet. He reached down and ripped Alyssa off the canvas by the hair. Once more she was sent stammering to the ropes. This time Chris caught her with one hand scooping up under her crotch and the other wrapped over her shoulder. Using Alyssa’s momentum he leapt in the air and flipped over with his catch. The two bodies crashed to the mat, Alyssa taking the full force of a vicious power-slam. The ring shook as Chris and Alyssa bounce on the mat. Chris was actually able to land on his feet they popped up so high. Alyssa’s ribs had been crushed, all of the oxygen taken from her. She tried to cry out, but no sound escaped her lungs. Her ribs were badly damaged. Her back felt like there was a thousand knifes stabbing her in the spine. She hung on the edge of consciousness.

Chris strut a circle around the fallen actress. He took Alyssa by the hair, pulling the barely conscious brunette’s head up off the canvas. He held Alyssa in a seated position by the hair on top of her head and motioned to the crowd. Then while standing behind her, Chris pulled Alyssa’s black leather vest off up over her head. He didn’t even bother to unbutton it. Instead he just pulled and yanked on it until it was free. Alyssa was like a rag doll and her arms flopped back down as the black leather vest was pulled from her body leaving her totally topless.

Alyssa fell to her back as Chris released her. The audience was unsure if they should favor this degradation by Chris. Some applauded Alyssa Milano’s full breasts and dark nipples, others booed feeling Chris had well proven his point and should end this beating. Even as devastated as she was, Alyssa could tell what was happening to her, but she was completely powerless to stop it. She was drug by the ankles to the center of the ring, where Chris removed her ankle high black motorcycle style boots, and her black leather belt.

Next Chris flipped Alyssa over onto her belly, then started yanking down her leather pants and pulling those off her hips. Chris had to roll the material off Alyssa’s incredible ass and hips, as it were so tight fitting, they almost looked painted on. He pulled them down and off her ankles, allowing Alyssa’s tone legs to fall to the mat as he flung a souvenir to a lucky fan in the crowd.

Chris took Alyssa by the wrist and dragged the brunette, who was now reduced to little more than a pair of thong panties, off the canvas. He pulled the beauty into a front face lock, and held her while the crowd appreciated her thong-covered ass. He spun her around several times in the center of the ring, to be certain everyone got a good look at his dominance. Then he slapped the pretty actress in the back and drove her head into the canvas with violent DDT. The force of the maneuver stood Alyssa on her head briefly before her body crumbled to the canvas. The move left Alyssa spread eagle and face down in the center of the ring.

The unconscious actress stripped to her gray cotton thong panties lay lifeless at Chris’s feet. He was still far from finished with her. In Chris’s powerful hands he held Alyssa’s discarded belt and was about to put it to use. The crowd gasped as he opened up with the belt. The first blow smacked loudly, leaving a red welt that immediately started to rise across the actress’s back. Alyssa merely shuttered, the second time the leather lash slapped her naked back she moaned slightly, coming out of her unconsciousness. After the leather strap cracked across her back a few more times the brutalized actress was in tears again, screaming in pain.

With a blazing hatred in his eyes Chris raised Alyssa’s belt, and again swung it in a fast arch smacking the leather across the bound actress’s back with a loud “thwack!” Through tightly clenched teeth Chris beat Alyssa like a rented mule. The poor girl shrieked in pain, rolling and trying to get up. Only to be kicked to the canvas and whipped again. Each time Chris whipped the defenseless actress the smacks grew louder and raised darker and darker welts across her back, ass and legs. With each blow he struck he wet his own bloodlust. He didn’t hate Alyssa Milano, but he hated the situation she put him in. That hatred grew with every loud smack from the leather. Alyssa was near exhaustion, battered and beaten; her mind was clouded with pain. She cried unashamed each time the leather jumped across her back, tensing all the muscles in her sexy body each time the weapon found it’s mark. Finally, Chris dropped the belt on the canvas and Alyssa relaxed her tense body, exhausted from the pain and covered in sweat from continually tensing her muscles, she laid her head down with her sweaty hair matted to her face. The crowd could see numerous colors across Alyssa’s back. The red stripes, welts and lacerations where the leather had slashed her tan skin, did little to hide the purple splotches were her ribs had been cracked and broken.

Alyssa just lay near the ropes in a fetal ball. Completely shattered she quivered gently, silently crying. Suddenly Chris’s attention turned to Jaime Pressly, who started staggering toward him. She had finally awakened and was gamely trying to get back into the match. Although she was conscious, the ringing in her ears, and pain in her head from the sleeper hold left her all but defenseless. She probably still hadn’t realized she’d been stripped to her bra and panties. Chris charged at her. She never even flinched before getting mowed down by a running clothesline. His sturdy arm caught her around the throat and nearly removed her head from her shoulders. The incredible force behind the blow sent Jaime head over heels in a hurry. The back of her pretty blonde head was sent crashing to the mat with a “Thwack!” Upon landing her momentum flipped her legs up over her head, leaving her lying briefly in a matchbook position before tumbling over on her side. The blonde wrapped her arms around her head and neck as if worried they might roll away from her shoulders if she didn’t hang on.

Chris quickly yanked the dizzy blonde off the canvas by a handful of hair. Jaime stammered on rubbery legs until Chris took her by the wrist and pulled her toward him. The muscle-bound grappler pulled his unsuspecting adversary into another powerful clothesline. Once more the crook of his right arm caught the actress across the throat and laid her out horizontal before driving the back of her head to the mat.

Jaime was flat on her back staring up at the lights circling around her. She was barely aware of what was happening to her when Chris hauled her off the canvas once again. This time he pushed her into the corner. Jaime stammered in the corner holding herself up in the ropes, her eyes raced about the arena, her head bobbing from side to side. Chris must have been licking his lips. It was almost too easy. He charged wildly at his dazed opponent. Jaime didn’t even move as the rage driven wrestler nailed her hard into the turnbuckle with a perfectly executed spear, driving his shoulder hard into Jaime’s tone midsection. As Chris backed up Jaime fell to her knees in the corner. She held her midsection, gasping for breath. Chris gave her no time to rest. He grabbed Jaime by the hair on either side of her head and yanked her hard to her feet. Leaning over and grabbing the middle rope on either side of Jaime, Chris started driving shoulder after crushing shoulder into the young actress’s midriff. Jaime’s wonderful ass smashed into the middle turnbuckle with each blow. The crowd booed the big man feverishly as he pounded away. Each blow shook the ring more violently then the one before. After nearly twenty powerful shoulders to the midsection Chris stepped back to admire his work. The crowd suddenly stopped booing and gave a collective gasp. “AAAGGHH!” Jaime hugging the top rope turned her head outside the ring and jettisoned the contents of her stomach all over the place. Most of the vomit flew completely out of the ring, but some splashed off the ring post, a little bit hit the ring apron.

Chris stepped back a bit from his trapped foe, Jaime collapsed in the corner. She was all but completely out of it, her little round butt resting on the middle turnbuckle. Jaime’s eyes were little more than slits, her mouth hung open, with bits of vomit still dripping from her lower lip. Some of her vomit dripped off her chin onto her chest.

The punch-drunk starlet sat on her ass looking like a marionette with her strings cut as Chris ripped the lacey bra off her chest. She had wonderfully perky round breasts with pink nipples. Holding Jaime upright by the hair, Chris used her bra to wipe the puke remains off his victim. Reduced to nothing more than her lacey panties and little white socks, Jaime offered no resistance as Chris took her left thigh and pulled her leg out over the middle rope. Then he took her right thigh and hung it as on the middle rope as well. After Chris wrapped her arms over the top rope Jaime was helplessly hung “spread-eagle” in the corner.

With two fingers under her chin, Chris pulled Jaime’s head up. She was all but out of it; her eyes were half-rolled back in her head. Chris released her and her head lulled forward on her chest. Stepping back away from the dazed blonde it looked like Chris was setting Jaime up for the “Shatter Dreams” crotch kick. Instead, he grabbed a handful of Alyssa Milano’s hair and yanked her nearly lifeless body off the mat. With the other hand Chris had a fistful of the waistband of her thong panties. Alyssa’s toes dragged on the canvas, her hands dangling only inches off the mat, as Chris started to whirl her around in a windmill. Faster and faster the powerful man spun the little beauty around, until finally taking a quick hop and step toward Jaime, he threw Alyssa headlong into Jaime’s crotch.

“Thud!” The collision was incredible as the top of Alyssa’s head crashed into Jaime’s trapped pubic bone. Alyssa fell to the canvas, laid out and lifeless. Jaime cried out with pain. “Ooooh!” As partner collided headlong into her womanhood. She remained with her calves hanging outside the middle rope, but reached one arm forward to attempt to gently rub the pain out of her crotch.

Chris kicked and rolled Alyssa over near the ropes and out of the way. He took both of Jaime’s wrists and pulled them up and outward, leaving her defenseless. “Arrghh!” Cried the battered blonde as Chris drove his knee into her mound. “Wham! … Wham! … Wham! … Wham! … Wham! …” Chris held Jaime’s arms out to the sides as he drove knee after knee into her tender genitalia. Jaime was helpless. Her lace panties did little to protect her prize flower as she shuddered and cried after each blow.

Finally Chris took the sobbing beauty’s arm and wrapped it around his own neck. Then with one of his powerful arms around her neck and the other hand around the waistband of her lace panties, he lifted her right off the turnbuckle and into suplex position. He held her inverted for several seconds, parading her around the ring like the Stanley Cup. Finally he swung the inverted beauty down forward and dropped to his knee. Chris nailed the starlet with an atomic drop swung all the way from the suplex position. “Crack!” The sound of Jaime’s pubic bone crashing across Chris’s powerful knee echoed through the arena. Jaime tried to scream, but no sound came out as she slowly fell over onto her side on the mat. She immediately curled into a fetal ball. She was coughing up blood and trying not to dry heave.

Jaime was barely conscious hardly able to move. Blood and drool crept from the corner of her mouth. Chris reached down and wrapped one hand around the battered blonde’s throat, just under her chin. With the other hand he took a fist full of blonde hair. In one motion he pulled the beaten actress off the canvas and stood her up to a standing position. Of course Jaime couldn’t stand at this point, her rubbery legs dangled beneath her as she hung from Chris’s awesome grasp. For a moment, Chris paused. He thought that perhaps Jaime had taken enough. Then he remembered his silent promise to himself. With one hand on her throat, Chris reached his free hand down between Jaime's beautiful tanned thighs and grabbed her by her wrecked crotch. Chris took in a deep breath just before dipping down a bit then pressing Jaime straight up over his head. He military pressed her body up and down a few times just to be certain everyone was aware of his dominance. Few people in the crowd could believe the brutality. Some of them were fans of either Jaime Pressly or Alyssa Milano and they certainly didn’t want to see the actress treated this way. Chris showed no concern. He knew he had to dominate. He had to destroy. He pressed Jaime overhead and paraded the battered girl around the ring. Jaime's arms and legs dangled lifelessly above him.

Even Jaime’s fans had to admit Chris was impressive. He held her easily above his head. His powerful physique was impressive. It was flexed but barely straining at the load as he walked from one side of the ring to the other, holding Jaime by the throat and crotch.

Having properly shown his dominance, Chris rolled Jaime’s body forward, spinning it on its axis as it fell. Then, Chris dropped to his knee out just in time to catch Jaime in a brutal overhead press back-breaker. Jaime squealed loudly as her body looked like it would break in half, her shoulders and feet slapping the mat simultaneously, while her middle arched over Chris’s knee. The crowd gasped in unison at the power and brutality Chris showed in delivering such a move. Jaime, however, could do little more than groan as her spine and ribs took the full impact of the blow. Chris rolled her body to the mat, dumping it off his knee like a sack of wet flour.

Jaime lay motionless face down on the mat. Her body was spread eagle as a small pool of blood puddled under her chin. Slowly one hand reached for the small of her back, shots of pain raced through her body as her hand came in contact with what must have been at least a pair of broken ribs. Chris grabbed Jaime’s ankles and dragged her face down to the center of the ring. A small trail of crimson followed from where her face, now too battered and exhausted to even lift off the mat, dragged on the canvas.

Chris rolled Jaime over so she was face up then he wrapped one of Jaime’s lovely legs around his own. Next he crossed her opposite leg over and stepped over her forcing her to roll back on to her stomach. Lacing his fingers across Jaime’s knee, he leaned back and locked in a sharpshooter submission hold. At first, he got no reaction from the unconscious blonde. He used the opportunity to adjust the hold and lock it in even firmer. The pain started to shoot through Jaime’s lovely body and her eyes popped open. At first, Jaime had no idea what was happening to her. She awoke in a cloud of confusion and pain. Slowly the aching in her legs and back started to clear her head. She struggled to move and discovered she couldn’t. Then her confusion turned to fear, which changed to panic. She moaned and struggled but she was trapped in the painful hold. Chris leaned deeper into the sharpshooter and the blonde actresses moans grew in intensity.

Jaime started slapping the mat, she wanted to submit, but the rules of this match didn’t allow it. She started hyperventilating again. “Ple… ple… please… I give up.” She whispered through her tears. Chris responded by leaning back and tightening the hold. “Ahhh!” Jaime was helpless and slapped the mat again and again. The referee just looked at her with pity, but was helpless to end her suffering.

Chris could feel Jaime’s legs start to spasm and he knew she wouldn’t last long. He leaned back and felt her weakening. The girl passed out completely only moments before Chris heard something pop. He didn’t know if he’d dislocated her back, or tore ligaments in her thigh, but he was certain that she would be spending time in a hospital. He dropped the blonde heartthrob in a heap on the mat below him. The crowd had done nothing but boo for the last several minutes. “Don’t you think it’s time to end this?” The ref asked, truly concerned about the girl’s safety.

The crowd looked like they were on the verge of a riot and Chris was certain he’d made his point. The only thing left to do was put the exclamation point on it. He grabbed Alyssa Milano, who was still totally out of it and dragged her by the hair and one wrist to the center of the ring. He positioned her face up exactly where he wanted her. After taking a moment to point at her and exclaim, “This is what will happen to any woman who gets in the ring with me in one of these bullshit matches!” He tore her thong underwear from her battered body, taking the girl’s last fragment of dignity with them.

From there Chris turned his attention back to Jaime Pressly. He rolled the beaten blonde over onto her back. The actress moaned softly as even that slight movement caused her great pain. As she moaned Chris stuffed Alyssa Milano’s panties into her mouth; pushing them in deep with his index finger until he got a gag reflex out of Jaime.

Then he tore her lace panties off as well. It was no surprise that he shoved those deep into Alyssa Milano’s mouth. Chris set the women up by stacking them in the center of the ring. He left Alyssa face up and flopped Jaime face down on top of her. He positioned Alyssa’s head so that it was between Jaime’s legs, buried in her crotch, and visa-versa. The referee looked scared, but unsure what to do as Chris quickly climbed the ropes to the top turnbuckle. It is unlikely that either Alyssa or Jaime ever saw Chris coming but he leapt in the air came down on the stacked up beauties with an incredible frog splash. His momentum was incredible. Jaime and Alyssa’s naked bodies slapped together as the three grapplers bounced in the center of the ring.

Chris got up and put his foot in the center of Jaime’s incredible ass. He pushed down driving Jaime’s crotch into Alyssa’s face. At first the referee was stunned, but then quickly fell to the mat and counted the starlets out. Chris just stood in the ring breathing heavy and looking intense pressing his boot down on Jaime’s ass. He looked to be in a trance as he stood atop the beaten actresses. The referee raised his hand and tried to lead him away from the small pile of broken bodies. Both women needed medical attention and the EMT’s were not about to enter the ring with Chris looking crazed and standing over his opponents.

The referee put his hands on Chris and tried to steer him to a corner of the ring. Chris wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed the referee’s wrist and whipped him out of the ring. He snatched Alyssa and Jaime up off the canvas by the hair and pulled them to their knees. Each girl was completely out cold and they hung like corpses from his grasp. The crowd booed him, showering him with garbage. In Chris’s eyes you could see the man’s rage.

Suddenly two figures entered the ring and there was a loud crash, as one of them hit Chris in the head with a steel chair. Chris dropped the unconscious women and stumbled to the ropes. “CLANG!” The other figure hit Chris in the head with a chair. “CLANG!… CLANG!” Each of the people who attacked Chris hit him again with the steel chairs. The last shot knocked Chris through the ropes and out to the arena floor.

The crowd was slightly stunned but quickly realized that the two people in black standing in the ring with dented chairs were none other than Jessica Alba and Jennifer Garner. The sexy stars of movies as well as TV’s “Dark Angel” and “Alias” had come to avenge the actresses who were lying completely destroyed in the center of the ring. They decided to take matters into their own hands.

The pair of action stars slid out of the ring and continued their attack on Chris. The big male grappler was just getting to his feet; he had very little idea what happened to him. Before he could get his wits about him, Jennifer Garner smashed him in the head with her steel chair. “CLANG!” Chris fell to his knees. Jessica Alba followed up with another vicious chair shot to Chris’s head. “CLANG!” The big man flopped over onto his back. It was difficult to tell if he was conscious. Blood started to pool up under his cowl and some of it leaked out, making him look almost demonic.

Together the pair of female action stars dragged Chris off the floor and rolled his nearly lifeless body onto the ring side announce table. Jennifer Garner jumped up on the table and pulled Chris up and positioned his head between her thighs. She smiled and waved to the now ecstatic crowd before bending over to grasp Chris around the waist. Then she lifted the big man into a pile driver position. With the crowd cheering her on, she drove Chris head first through the table with a tombstone pile driver.

The two of them wound up in a pile of table splinters as the announce table crumbled beneath the power of the maneuver. Jessica grabbed Chris by the wrist and the back of the cowl. She dragged his unconscious form over to the guardrail. It wasn’t easy, but she slumped him over the steel guardrail. Then scurrying under the ring she produced a duffle bag.

Jessica opened the bag and pulled out a couple of pair of handcuffs. The two women collaborated to handcuff Chris’s wrists to the bottom of the guardrail and his ankles to the bottom of the other side of railing. He was now doubled over the guardrail and unconscious. Even if he was conscious with the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles he was completely helpless to move. Jessica Alba pulled open the duffle bag and produced a pair of wooden paddles. While she did that, Jennifer Garner smiled to the crowd grabbed the waistband of Chris’s briefs. As the crowd cheered her on, Jennifer pulled Chris’s briefs down to his knees.

Alba took the first shot “THWACK!” she smacked Chris’s naked muscular backside with the wooden paddle. Jennifer followed suit. “THWACK!” Suddenly Chris’s head popped up a bit. Although bound he was now awake and screaming that he’d kill the two women who were now humiliating him in front of a packed house and a massive television audience.

Jennifer and Jessica were far too caught up in the moment to take Chris’s threats seriously. “THWACK!”… “THWACK!” … “THWACK!” …“THWACK!”… “THWACK!” … “THWACK!” The beautiful starlets pounded away on Chris’s ass for several minutes as the cameras rolled. The entire time, rage built within Chris. He screamed threats of brutality against anyone who was trying to humiliate him. It was several minutes before the spanking was over. Jessica Alba and Jennifer Garner high fived each other and left the arena to a standing ovation. Chris was unlocked and released only a few minutes later. He was humiliated, and suffering from a terrible headache as well as a nasty cut across his forehead, but for the most part unhurt. He actually didn’t find out until the next day that it was Jessica Alba and Jennifer Garner that attacked him. He vowed revenge.

During Chris’s spanking, the EMT’s were finally able to cart Jaime Pressly and Alyssa Milano away on gurneys. Each girl suffered a grade three concussion. Alyssa Milano suffered several broken and a few cracked ribs, one of which punctured a lung. She also received two fractured vertebrae that would confine her to a wheelchair for at least six months after her rib cage healed. It would require months of cosmetic surgery for the numerous lacerations across her back.

Jaime Pressly didn’t get off any easier; in addition to the nasty concussion she received a blood clot in her head that required special surgery to remove. She had two broken ribs, a dislocated back, a shattered pubic bone that would require a team of surgeons to rebuild, a broken femur, and torn ligaments in her right knee and hip. Both women ended up having to take eighteen months off from working and canceling all public appearances for at least a year.