It was a chilly dreary night. It had been drizzling all day. Just one of those annoying drizzles that’s not hard enough to be able to set the your intermittent windshield wipers correctly, yet hard enough that it soaks you to the bone if you go outside for more than thirty minutes. The night sky was alive with bright flashes of light and rolling bellows of thunder. Although it wasn’t raining at the moment, the violent sky above told all that any moment it would open up and soak the landscape with a vigorous downpour.

Somewhere in the American West there was an old steel girder bridge that spanned a deep rocky gorge. Although less than five cars had probably crossed that bridge in the last ten years, tonight it was the location of a much anticipated event. At each end of the nameless bridge in the middle of nowhere more than thirty SUV’s and luxury cars had gathered. None of the cars actually drove onto the bridge; they had all stopped; as if guarding the bridge, protecting it from something unknown. The shined their headlights on it, illuminating the paved surface. This was the site The Overlord had chosen for the first deathfight. Although nobody spoke of it, certainly The Overlord was here somewhere, watching, overseeing.

It was a perfect battleground. It was in the center of a deserted wasteland, it was almost never used, and certainly not on a night like this one. The luxury cars and SUV’s isolated the fighters from the land, yet lit the field of battle, while affording the one hundred or so extremely exclusive audience members an incredible view of the combat. If either fighter should fall from the bridge, they would certainly parish in the rocky gorge that, in the blackness of the overcast evening, appeared to be so far below.

Lightening crackled across the sky and for an instant the road across the bridge was lit as bright as it would be at high noon. At the north end of the bridge, wearing a long black leather coat, which whipped behind her in the wind, stood Gena Lee Nolin. Gena’s blonde hair was also blowing behind her with her coat. She wore shiny black leather pants, which fit so tightly on her hips and thighs that you couldn’t tell if they were made out of leather or rubber. Although they flared out enough at the lower-leg that she was able to wear them over her black calf-high leather boots with silver buckles. On top, she wore a long sleeve black cotton half shirt that fit her as tightly as her pants, showing off her incredible breasts and well-defined mid-section. The chilly night wind that blew in her face caused her nipples to stand at attention, letting the world know that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Gena had answered the Overlord’s challenge and entered the tournament when the rumors that her show “Sheena” would not be picked up for next season reached her. The busty blonde actress had left the show Baywatch disgruntled with its producers and with the intent of moving on to bigger and better things. She now desperately wanted to win this tournament to collect on The Overlord’s promise of guaranteed success in entertainment. Even Gena had to find it strangely ironic that burning her bridges with the producers of Baywatch had lead her to being on this bridge tonight. Gena squinted into the wind at her opponent standing on the other side of the bridge.

Facing Gena, leaning against a Range Rover SUV, on the other side of the bridge with the wind at her back was the American supermodel, Carmen Electra. She had different reasons for fighting here tonight. Her motives were simple; she wanted the money. One hundred million in cash will do strange things to a person and Carmen was no exception.

Carmen wore a classic khaki trench coat, which clung to her back in the windy night air, but under that she was dressed entirely in white. The sexy model wanted to able to move. She wore a pair of her white spandex workout tights, a white spandex sports-bra and even white athletic shoes. Carmen supposed that she was ready for pretty much anything the blond Baywatch Babe could throw at her, and stepped forward away from the SUV. Knowing the rules about bringing weapons to the fight, she took off her trench coat and dropped it on the ground as she slowly started to walk toward her opponent and the center of the bridge.

Seeing her opponent step forward Gena followed suit. She too, slipped her coat off her shoulders and started walking forward into the wind. The two beautiful blonde women walked toward each other watchfully, neither girl even lowing her eyes to notice the deep puddles that they plodded through in route to each other. They both knew what was at stake, neither of them wanted to be… eliminated. Each girl assumed she’d be the first victor in the tournament and move on to the next round.

The two incredible blond women met in the center of the old iron bridge. They began slowly circling each other, neither one certain of how exactly to begin the battle. As they circled, the white spandex material of Carmen’s pants and sports-bra became semi-transparent as the heavy mist of moisture in the air soaked it straight through. Meanwhile beads of water formed and ran off the black leather that covered most of Gena Lee’s lower body.

Suddenly the silence was broken by an incredible spider web of lightning that crashed across the dark horizon, thunder boomed as the bridge was illuminated by the powerful act of nature. As if it were their cue to begin their mortal combat the two women leapt at each other, both girl’s wrapping their hands into the other’s hair. The pair started spinning around locked in a bizarre dance, each woman trying desperately to be the first take the other off her feet.

Suddenly the skies opened up. Giant raindrops fell from the skies, sending those people in attendance that were not sitting inside their vehicles to scurry to the cover of their vehicles or quickly pop open their umbrellas. Both of the beautiful combatants started to become soaked in the downpour. Gena Lee Nolen suddenly stepped forward and lifted her knee fiercely into Carmen’s unsuspecting crotch. The model was forced to release her grip on Gena’s hair and double over half out of breath. Taking advantage of the situation the beautiful blond actress stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Carmen’s waist. She hoisted the mid-section of the model into the air, lifting the girl all the way up-side-down, before tossing her over onto her back with a huge splash in a deep puddle of water.

Carmen rolled to her side and pushed herself up off the soaking wet road, just before she worked her way to her feet however, Gena stepped into her with a straight forward kick that smashed into her mouth, knocking her head back and flipping her over onto her back with a splash.

As Carmen scrambled backward, half crab-crawling, half scooting on her butt, she could taste the blood against her teeth. The beautiful model got to her feet a few steps away from the now very aggressive actress, her white spandex was now complete soaked through and offered no defense against the chilly wind that almost seemed to blow through her.

Gena charged her driving her shoulder into the model’s waist and wrapping her arms around Carmen’s midsection. The actress drove the sexy blonde backward, until she fell backward, taking Gena with her. So, while Carmen landed on her back on the hard asphalt, Gena landed even harder on her head. The sexy actress was stunned and rolled to her side on the wet pavement. Carmen rolled the other way, away from her. In the insatiable downpour the two beauties worked their way to their feet. They had both now tasting the bitter sting of the battle and were a bit more cautious moving in on each other.

Once again it was Gena Lee that was the aggressor. She stepped forward and hit Carmen across the face with a right hook. The punch caught the model perfectly and snapped her head to the side, water spraying off her soaked hair. Gena sensed her advantage, reloaded and stepped into a second right hook. This punch also landed hard, tagging Carmen in the mouth. The force of the second straight punch spun Carmen around as she fell and landed face down in the wet street.

The model’s face stung and she could taste even more blood in her pooling inside her mouth. As Gena stood over her rubbing the sting out of the knuckles of her right hand, she couldn’t help but notice that the model’s clothing was now completely transparent. It was soaked straight through and Gena paused briefly to see Carmen’s backside tense and release as she struggled to get back to her feet.

Breaking from her temporary trance, Gena jumped onto the downed model’s back, she wrapped her fingers in the girl’s soaking wet blonde hair and pulled her face up off the asphalt. Lightning again split the sky and the actress threw Carmen’s head down, slamming it off the wet road. Carmen’s head thumped hard on the pavement and Gena decided to repeat the process. Several more times she pulled Carmen’s head up off the road only to slam it back down again with a vicious thud and a splash on the soaked surface.

While Gena Lee was clearly in control she wasn’t doing as much damage as she could have been. Carmen’s arms were free and she was able to at least partially block her face from slamming into the road. That was until she reached back and took hold of Gena’s wrists. She then rolled to her side and tugged Gena along with her, pulling the brutal blond off her back and rolling them both in the road again.

The soaking wet Carmen was able to gain control of the watery wrestling match and climb on top of Gena Lee Nolen’s belly. Then as Gena struggled to wiggle out from under her, it was Carmen’s turn to take Gena by the hair and pull her head up off the road. Only this time, Gena was lying on her back, so she had no defense as Carmen slammed the back of her head on the hard wet pavement.

Gena’s head smacked against the road with a sickening thud and watery splash. Carmen saw the pain in Gena’s eyes. Still tasting her own blood Carmen fell into a rage and yanked Gena’s head up off the pavement again. Time and time again she slammed the back of Gena’s head on the asphalt. Gena’s blond hair formed a perfect arch in the air, spraying water against the grain of the downpour, as her head was slammed down over and over. Gena’s eyes began to fade, her head clouded with pain as she lashed out for anything she could grab onto.

The left hand of the sexy blond actress grasped hold of Carmen’s right breast. The model screamed in pain and Gena squeezed harder, driving her fingernails into the soft titflesh of the world famous super model. Carmen’s breast started to bleed and she quivered in pain. As the fight or flight reflex raced in her veins, she kicked at Gena, her foot striking the actress in the chin and knocking her back.

Gena splashed on her back in a deep puddle and Carmen rolled to her side, curling into the fetal position and gently cupping her damaged breast. Both blond warriors were lying on the bridge under the pouring rain. The actress in black was the first to drag her tired body to her feet. She took hold of the back or Carmen’s sports-bra and started dragging the beautiful model toward the side of the bridge. Gena pulled with both hands, leaning back dragging Carmen with all she had.

Carmen was under extreme pain, her damaged breast was being badly distorted and crushed by the pressure that arose from being dragged by the back of her sports-bra. She also knew that she didn’t really want to be dragged over to the edge of the bridge. Thinking quickly the blond model rolled her shoulders over and slipped out of her soaked white sports-bra. Gena Lee fell backward onto her butt, ending up splashing backward into a huge puddle, holding on to nothing but a piece of dripping spandex. In anger Gena popped to her feet and flung the wet article of clothing over the side of the bridge. She charged over to her foe.

As Gena rose and quickly raced over to her struggling foe, Carmen recognized her opportunity. With breasts still exposed and with a body that was racked with pain, Carmen balled up her right hand into a fist so tight her knuckles turned ivory. The cover girl put every ounce of energy she had into one punch landing it right in Gena’s crotch just as the actress came within range. The shot was perfect it connected so hard Gena’s eyes started to water as she dropped to all fours then down to her side and grasped her private region.

Carmen rose to her feet with fire in her eyes. With her breasts brazen and nipples that stood at attention in the cold wet rain, Carmen took two hands full of Gena’s hair and yanked the blonde actress to her feet. She mumbled some profanity that was hard to hear in the driving rain and punted her foot forward into Gena Lee’s lower abdomen. Gena grunted loudly and doubled over. The next shot was a double axe hand smash into the middle of Gena Lee’s back. Gena fell face down in the wet road and Carmen decided it was time to step up her attack. With her exposed breasts bouncing in the rain, she stomped away at the prone actress, driving her heal into any part of the girl that wasn’t covered up. She nailed Gena in the back of the head, in the neck, in the small of the back.

At first Gena tried to crawl away, but the blows from Carmen simply came faster and faster, finally the actress curled into a ball and tried to cover up, protecting as many of her vital parts as she could.

Carmen stepped back from the curled up blonde lying in the wet road and stepped into a vicious kick that uncurled Gena, striking her hard in the lower back. She stepped back again and ran into a kick with all she had, this time tagging Gena Lee in the back of the head. Gena’s body jerked freakishly and tumbled over landing awkwardly, lying on her hip with her shoulders flat against the road.

Carmen stood over the now unconscious body of Gena Lee Nolen. Her chest was heaving from the effort she exerted, her shin actually hurt from the powerful kick that cold-cocked the pretty Baywatch Babe. The supermodel ran her hand up through her hair, pulling the dripping wet mass away from her face. She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist then watched the rain wash the blood off her forearm.

Looking down at Gena’s body lying on the wet road Carmen knew she had her right where she wanted her. She cupped her right breast and allowed the pain she felt to fuel her anger even deeper. Looking at the beads of water running off the skin tight shinny leather of Gena’s pants and seeing the water soak her black shirt, Carmen decided it was time for a measure of revenge.

While Gena was still out cold she picked up each of the beautiful actress’s feet, unbuckled and removed the girl’s black shoes. She threw both shoes over the side of the bridge. Gena Lee was still completely out of it, so Carmen decided to pull off the actress’s socks. She took hold of the toes of Gena’s socks and yanked on them. She had to chuckle just a bit as the soaked stocking started to stretch. As she pulled on Gena’s socks she started to drag the beautiful blond along the road. Her socks stretching until finally coming off leaving Gena still out cold but now barefoot. Carmen wadded up the stretched out socks and tossed those into the dark abyss. Rolling Gena’s body over so that she lay on her back, Carmen took a seat across Gena’s chest.

Carmen looked down into Gena’s glazed over eyes. She watched the water drops land and run off Gena’s face, the actress was completely out of it. Carmen pushed Gena’s hair away from her face as spoke to the actress. “Too bad somebody had to lose, hmm babe?”

“I guess it’s better you than me, eh?” Carmen said “Besides, who’s going to miss you?’ She added, spinning herself around on Gena’s body. She sat back on Gena’s face, feeling the actress’s nose in her own ass crack, pushing and distorting her soaked through white spandex pants. Carmen unbuttoned and unzipped Gena’s pants before standing up and taking hold of the pant legs. Again she pulled and dragged Gena while pulling the shin tight shinny leather off her incredible hips and thighs. Gena’s legs flopped down into a puddle just before her pants followed the rest of her clothing, flying into the darkness off the bridge.

The actress started to stir just a bit as Carmen grabbed the back of her cotton half-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Gena was now nearly naked. All that remained was her black silk thong panties, as Carmen took her by the hair and dragged her to her feet.

The actress stammered and Carmen knew she’d fall to the ground in a heap if she let her go. Taking her by the arm she swung the girl around, Gena was forced to step into a run to keep up and then was flung headlong into a steel support girder of the bridge. “Clang!” Gena’s head caromed off the beam, her body twitched and paused for a moment then fell again to her back in a puddle of water.

Gena laid on her back for a moment the sky dumping rain down on her as she watched it spinning above her. She was all but naked and dizzied by the blow to the head. Her eyes were glazed over and she moaned softly as Carmen pulled her back to her feet.

Now it was time for Carmen’s revenge, she held Gena up by the hair and pulled the actress’s silken thong panties down off her hips, revealing a neatly shaved small patch of blond public hair. When she got the panties down around Gena’s knees, she worked to position the actress in a full nelson. She turned and displayed Gena Lee Nolen’s naked body to the cars, SUV’s and people standing under umbrellas at one end of the bridge. Gena, whose soaked panties were still around her knees, was being shown off like a small child might show off a piece of artwork she made in school. “Take a good look, people!” Carmen shouted over the sounds of the horrible storm, shaking Gena’s body before an appreciative audience. Some of the people who stood under umbrellas clapped and made catcalls. (Obviously being wealthy doesn’t remove the most base of instincts from the human male.) Others, who sat in their vehicles, honked their horns in a positive reception to the beautiful blond that Carmen made an exhibition of before them.

Through the fog of pain Gena could barely feel the cold rain and wind stinging her completely naked body. She wallowed in confusion, but could somehow make out that her toes were cold as her naked feet splashed in puddles of water. The only other feeling that Gena could recognize for certain other than pain was the humiliation of being displayed like a trophy or fisherman’s catch of the day.

Suddenly the ringing in the blond actress’s head doubled as she was once again ran into a steel support girder of the bridge. Once more her head snapped back with a disturbing clang as her hair flipped and sprayed water back onto the bridge. The naked blond tumbled down onto the wet road.

As Carmen remove Gena’s panties the rest of the way, she was somewhat surprised that the actress’s head hadn’t been busted open. Judging by the starry, faraway look in her eyes that didn’t seem to be able to focus, she was certain she had at least given Gena a fierce concussion.

Carmen rolled the defenseless blond over and rapped Gena’s own soaking wet silk panties around her neck. Gena convulsed and gagged as the silken material was tightened around her throat. Still wearing her now completely sheer tights and soaked athletic shoes, Carmen was able to drag the totally helpless blond actress over to the side of the bridge. She struggled to get her over the railing, but somehow managed to hang the actress from her panties. Gena Lee Nolin hung by her throat over the side of the bridge. She was precariously close to falling to her certain death in the rocky gorge so far below. Gena’s naked body twitched, and gagged as she dangled over the side of the bridge. A huge web of lightning crackled across the sky as Carmen clenched her teeth, her knuckles turning white, she held on to the silk choke-line with all her strength and rage. After a few minutes Gena’s movements started to slow. She was gagging and twitching less and less. Then she stopped moving all together.

For some reason, Carmen struggled and pulled Gena Lee Nolen’s naked body up over the guardrail and back onto the bridge. She tossed her foe face down into a deep puddle with a splash and stood over her. The rain once again increased in intensity certainly eclipsing the view of the fighters from at least the spectators at the far end of the bridge. Carmen could see the gentle slow rise and fall of Gena’s back and knew the actress was still alive. She enjoyed watching the water ran off Gena’s tan shoulder blades. She liked the way the large beads would collect together then run off the small of her back or perhaps off her ass or thighs. Carmen couldn’t help notice just how beautiful the naked and soaked body of her opponent is.

”Overlord! ... Overlord!” Carmen shouted. “It’s over! … I’m not going to kill her!” She shouted toward the end of the bridge. Carmen waited a moment, Gena still wasn’t moving except for the gentle rise and fall of her forced breathing. “Do you hear me? I’m not going to kill her! She fought hard. Surely she doesn’t’ deserve to die!” She shouted again as bolts of lightning once again lit the sky.

Slowly the small group of people holding umbrellas parted and five figures approached Carmen and her fallen foe. In the center was a huge man wearing a long black hooded cloak that made him impossible to identify. Behind him was a well-muscled black man with long black hair holding an umbrella over the cloaked figures head. From the respect the other figures were showing him, Carmen assumed the cloaked figure in the center to be The Overlord. Flanking each side of The Overlord, were two nearly as massive, muscle-bound men, one with long blond hair the other with hair as black as coal. Each of The Overlord’s minions wore a medium length black leather coat and sunglasses. Wait a moment. As Carmen looked again, squinting into the falling rain and wind, she realized that the men who surrounded the cloaked Overlord were not men at all. They were the most muscle-bound WOMEN that Carmen had ever seen. She knew some of their faces from somewhere. Could it be? Yes, it was Joanie Laurer or Chyna of WWF fame and Nicole Bass. The overload had apparently hired them along with several other oversized females to be his servants and bodyguards.

The Overlord and his female minions stopped just in front of Carmen and the still motionless Gena Lee Nolen. Not being able to see The Overlord’s face under the hooded cloak, Carmen’s eyes raced from the face of one muscular woman to the next for some sign of emotion. There was none. After a moment, Carmen broke the pause. “I have beaten her, but I won’t kill her.” She gestured to the naked actress lying on the street between them.

The Overlord said nothing, but appeared to be contemplating. Again, Carmen couldn’t stand the silence and broke in. “Why should I kill her anyway? I’ve proven I’m the better fighter. Let me have her as my slave.”

Suddenly The Overlord spoke in a deep booming voice. “YOU DO NOT MAKE THE RULES FOR MY TOUNAMNENT!” Lightning crashed across the sky appearing to add to the violent intensity of The Overlord’s statement. Carmen quivered in fear and nearly cried.

”In that case. I quit your tournament. Let Gena Lee fight the next round for me.” Carmen answered in a quivering voice that had strong conviction.

The Overlord only appeared to take a half of a step toward her, but was able to wrap his hand around Carmen’s slender throat and lift her in the air almost effortlessly. “Is this your final decision?” The Overlord requested of the topless blond tangling from his grasp.

Carmen could barely breath, she tried to break The Overlord’s grasp, but could do little more than grasp his powerful wrist with both hands. Through a nearly choked off windpipe Carmen squeezed out the word. “Y… ye … yes.”

The overlord dropped her and she fell trembling at his feet. “So be it.” He said, and turned his back to walk away. “Take the actress to hospital. She must be ready to fight in the second round.” He said walking away.

At that moment Carmen felt as proud of her self as she had ever felt. She had faced her fears and stood up to the all-powerful Overlord. But then she heard the next words he would speak, the last words she would hear.

“Kill the model! The only way out of my tournament is DEATH!”

”What!” She screamed.

Just then Chyna, almost in a trance, grabbed a handful of Carmen’s soaking wet blond hair and pulled her head up. Never in her life had Carmen felt a punch anything like the uppercut that The Overlord’s muscle bound minion hit her with. She flew backward and landed hard on her ass, blood sprayed from her nose as the punch crushed cartilage and broke bone. Carmen tumbled all the way over backward before coming to rest face down on her belly.

What Carmen didn’t realize is that these two oversized females were part of The Overlord’s elite guard. They were pure fighting machines. The Overlord recruited them, trained them. He juiced them up on incredible amounts of steroids and mind control drugs to make them more dangerous. Each of them were sworn to carry out the wishes of The Overlord. Each member of the elite guard wore brass knuckles under their gloves; they had steel toes boots and titanium shin and forearm guards under their clothes. An elite guard member could move through an airport metal detector about as subtly as a shark moves through a school of guppies.

In a daze Carmen blundered to get to her backside. She sat on her ass in a deep puddle from which the water ran off the side of the bridge. She was leaning against the guardrail holding her broken nose with both hands as chunky dark blood squeezed between her fingers. The blood was then thinned by the pouring rain and ran down her forearms, or splashed down on her naked chest, which heaved with panic and fear.

She tried to talk the elite guard out of following through with The Overlord’s commands. “Ple… Please… Nicole?… Chyna? … Don’t do this… I’m the winner… I … I’m … The winner.” Her voice was clogged with sobs of fear, and sounded nasal due to her shatter nose.

The huge women said nothing. Nicole Bass simply smiled and thrust her foot forward, burying her steel toe boot into Carmen’s completely unprotected crotch. Carmen screamed out in insufferable anguish and wrapped herself around the sentinel’s leg. The pain and fear was too much for the pretty model to take. She babbled incoherently and clutched the big woman’s leg with all her remaining strength.

The cries and pleas of the decimated cover girl fell on deaf ears. The mind control drugs made the elite guard loyal to The Overlord first and foremost. They rarely showed an emotion other than anger and never granted mercy. The giant Amazon kicked Carmen off of her leg. She sent Carmen sliding backward against the guardrail. She then yanked off one of Carmen’s shoes and tossed it off the bridge, as she pulled off the other she looked at the decrepit blonde leaning against the guardrail in front of her. Thick blood still oozed from Carmen’s nose. Blood, which thinned by the rain, had run all over her lower face, chin, neck, and chest. It had seemingly died the skin of her upper body red.

A new red splotch started to spread outward from Carmen’s crotch. The blood was staining her white spandex pants red in a growing circular pattern originating at her pussy. Her sex had been completely destroyed by the vicious steel-toed boot to her womanhood.

After removing Carmen’s shoes the tremendous Amazon set to work rolling down Carmen’s waterlogged and now bloodstained spandex tights. The tights clung to their wearer like a long lost friend. The muscle bound bitch had to roll the soaking wet Lycra down off the sexy supermodel’s hips and then yank it off her calves. Carmen rolled to her side and curled into the fetal position, continuing to mumble complaints about winning the fight.

The large steroid freak took hold of Carmen’s white cotton thong panties from behind her. As Joanie watched Nicole pulled the panties down off the supermodel’s hips then tore them away as soon as she got them down to Carmen’s knees. The bloody and rain soaked material tore easily, and Nicole flung them over the bridge as if grossed out simply by the appearance of them. Carmen lied on the pavement near the guardrail trembling in fear, crying, and demanding that she won the fight. It was, however, obvious to anyone that Carmen was the loser here today. Blood continued to run from the devastated supermodel’s crotch, nose, and mouth. Carmen babbled about everything from apologies, to demands, to pleading for forgiveness as her blood ran from where she lay. The unrelenting rain quickly washed it away.

“Shut Up!” Nicole shouted and drove her steel-toed boot into Carmen’s tender midsection. “Gawk!” Carmen spit blood into the night air. Two more sharp boots from the oversized Amazon would crack her ribcage and puncture her lung.

The huge woman reached down grasping the wrist of the distroyed girl, yanking her like a rag doll to her feet. The Amazon grabbed the beauty with the other hand up under the chin by the throat. Lifting Carmen up off her feet with one hand, Nicole choked away at what was left of the gorgeous supermodel. Carmen’s eyes fluttered open and closed as she hung on the edge of consciousness. Then pressed tightly closed, her mouth wide open as the pain from the powerful warrior holding her up by the throat became nearly too much for her to bare. Small bits of spittle mixed with blood escaped the worn out blonde’s lips as she coughed and gagged from the assault.

Carmen moaned in pain when the impressive Amazon reached her free hand down between her beautiful tanned thighs and grabbed her by the bloody crotch. The huge woman dipped down a bit then pressed Carmen straight up over her head with ease. The massive bitch calmly walked the beat up, naked, supermodel over to the side of the bridge, basically using Carmen as a makeshift umbrella. Carmen was in excruciating pain and the fear of dying sent waves of panic through her body. The powerful Amazon felt the girl’s fear when warm liquid began to displace the cold rainwater that had soaked through the glove of the hand she had up in Carmen’s crotch. Carmen had given up all hope of living, and now even given up control over her bladder. Realizing it was urine that was running down her arm the powerful elite guardswoman looked up at her battered plaything. She caught Carmen’s eye, and the broken supermodel looked back at her with a look of anguish and exhaustion. She mouthed the words “I’m sorry”. She was too beaten to actually speak.

Finally, the muscle bound woman came with in a few feet of the guardrail. Lightning pierced the sky and the sound of thunder rumbled across the high bridge just as Nicole Bass pitched Carmen’s body forward like a bag of garbage, and tossed her off the bridge into the darkness.

The beast woman watched as Carmen’s body tumbled away into the darkness and toward the awaiting rocky gorge below. She would just be able to see Carmen land and explode against the rocks as another bolt of lightning lit up the sky.

The big woman turned her attention back to her fellow guardswoman and walked over to join Joanie Laurer. “That worthless bitch peed on me.” She said in a voice that sounded both man-like and trance-like at the same time.

Chyna responded in a voice that was just as man-like from the steroids she had used. “Eh, let the rain wash it off. … Take an arm.” She gestured to Gena Lee Nolin’s still unconscious naked body lying in the rain.

Each of the giant Amazons took one of Gena’s arms they drug the unconscious blond off the bridge to an awaiting ambulance. She would wake up two days later to find out she is moving on to the second round of the tournament.

As for Carmen Electra, what was left of the beautiful blond supermodel was smeared over the rocks at bottom of the deep gorge. Her body would never be recovered. It was left there undetected by the rare individuals who cross the old steel bridge. Her remains would end up being eaten by the wild life that lived deep in the gorge, or flew over it.

She would not be forgotten however. Every woman in this tournament would eventually hear about what happened to her. They understand completely that The Overlord runs this tournament. They now knew for sure that there was no way out of the tournament and that they had to fight to the death or their fate would be no better than the beautiful supermodel who died in the middle of nowhere at the bottom of a rocky gorge in horrible weather here tonight.