It began as just another stupid publicity stunt. The Federation needed another bout for its upcoming pay-per-view card and hastily invented a storyline to get celebrities to take part in one of the undercard match-ups. A tabloid feud was currently brewing between Cameron Diaz and Lucy Lu. Supposedly the two were arguing over the amount of screen time each received in the upcoming “Charlie’s Angels” sequel that they both star in. The feud was mostly publicity in its own right in an effort to promote the movie. When the two eventually engaged a small pushing match at the movie’s opening in Los Angeles, that was conveniently captured by the paparazzi, The Federation had exactly what it needed to create the match.

Cameron and Lucy, however, weren’t entirely stupid. As much as their agents and the Federation’s promoters pushed, they knew that they weren’t fighters and true wrestling fans wouldn’t tolerate two actresses, with no fighting skills what so ever rolling around on the mat uselessly. So in addition to a crash course in the basics of wrestling, the Federation decided that Lucy and Cameron would be teamed up with established wrestlers in a mixed tag-team match. The rules of such encounter prohibited the men from any physical contact with the women during the match but allowed them to increase the quality of the match by taking on eachother. In the meantime, Cameron and Lucy would do battle and the wrestlers would be given specific instructions, no matter what, to allow the ladies to finish the match. The wrestling was, of course, real, but this way, the risk of the actresses actually getting hurt was greatly diminished.

Enter the wrestlers. Since most wrestlers found these types of “matches” degrading and disrespectful to their profession, none of them wanted to be a part of it. Most of the Federation’s established stars had clauses in their contracts allowing them to veto specific storylines so the Federation was forced to use some of their up and coming talent. Chris “The Midnight Mauler” Kerr was such a talent. He was a very aggressive wrestler that was building a rather modest fan base along with a very impressive win-loss record. At six foot three and 265 pounds he had a strength that alone could make him a champion. But Chris was also incredibly agile for a big man and often used high-risk ariel maneuvers that awed the crowds and left his opponents looking up at the lights while they were being counted out. He had been in the business for 5 years, had worked hard and worked his way up through a series of undercards to establish himself. He was on the cusp of becoming one of the Federation’s elite superstars. As a result, the Federation had him right where they needed him; able to make or break him depending upon his willingness to be “a team player”.

Scott “White Lightning” Colbalt was another story. At six foot 6 and 315 pounds, he had the size and strength to be something great. His statuesque physique and long flowing gold locks gave him the look too. Unfortunately, he wasn’t willing to work at it. He had only been wrestling for a little more than 2 years so he lacked the abilities that only experience can provide and he was always looking for a shortcut to the top. This, was right up his alley.

Chris was to be teamed up with Lucy while Scott was tagged with Cameron. As the weeks leading up to the pay-per-view winded down, the ladies learned how to perform basic holds and take falls while Scott continued to suck up to Federation Management and Chris fumed at the thought of being nothing more than a sideshow clown. He chose to allow his pent up rage to fuel his already intense workouts. With just a few days to go before the event, the girls were finally introduced to their “partners”. Cameron and Scott immediately struck up a bond, laughing about how much fun this was going to be. To Lucy’s credit, she was much more serious about the situation. Chris however, didn’t care and when Lucy approached him about going over any strategy for the match, Chris left no doubt to her about how he felt.

“Listen little girl!” Chris shouted. “This might be all fun and games for you and your little girlfriend, but to me, this is my chosen profession and I don’t plan on having my career screwed up by you or your Barbie doll friend over there. You’re supposed to end the match so I’ll hold up my end of the deal, you just make sure you pin that peroxide bimbo and we’ll get along just fine!”

It was the last undercard match before the big Main Event and was hyped in the weeks beforehand as the “Heavenly Battle of the Angels”. Scott and Cameron played it to the hilt entering dressed in flowing all white robes with gold halos and wings while Aerosmith’s “Angel” blared over the sound system. Once in the ring, Scott removed Cameron’s wings and slowly pealed the robe off his partner’s shoulders, letting it seductively fall to the mat. The disrobing revealed Cameron’s gorgeous body dressed in a solid white one piece, very high cut showing lots of leg and spaghetti straps that held the low cut top and came over her shoulders, crossing across her bare back. The ensemble complemented her thin frame nicely accentuating all of Cameron’s best features.

Chris and Lucy came to the ring with much less pomp and circumstance although Lucy did play to the crowd during the entrance. Wearing a black, sleeveless one piece that came up into a collar around her supple neck, black fishnet stockings, matching wrestling boots and black angel wings, Lucy was in stark contrast to Cameron. Chris, not wanting any part of the showiness of the event wore his usual black briefs and boots and his traditional black cowl that covered his face from the tip of his nose up. While Lucy briefly acknowledged the fans at ringside, Chris remained focused, ignored Lucy, and the fans, and strode, almost defiantly, toward the ring. Chris wanted nothing more than to compete. On the day of a match, he was almost single-minded in his objective to defeat his opponent, regardless of whoever it happened to be. Today, this match, was no different to him.

As the match finally got underway, Chris and Scott started things off, as mandated by the Federation Management. Chris rushed Scott, drove a boot to his mid-section and dropped him with a clothesline. Chris was very intense in the ring as always and had a reputation of non-stop aggressiveness. Picking Scott up to his feet by the hair, Chris immediately applied a front bearhug and with a quick snap of his hips, flung Scott over his head in a perfectly executed belly-to-belly suplex. Not letting up, Chris next irish-whipped Scott into the corner, followed him in with a running body splash and then stomped a mudhole in the center of his chest until he was on the mat and propped up only by the bottom turnbuckle. For over five minutes, Chris continued his merciless assault on Scott and several times prevented him from tagging in Cameron, much to the dismay of Federation officials and fans who wanted to see the two woman go at it. With a signal from the back, the referee finally worked his way in between the two male combatants giving Scott the opportunity he needed to get to his corner and end his abuse.

Cameron happily accepted the tag and stepped between the ropes, much to the delight of the crowd. If she had only known Chris’ state of mind, she might not have been so enthusiastic. As Cameron waived for Lucy to come in, Chris starred a hole straight through her while Lucy screamed for the tag. Chris continued his glare for several moments before shaking his head and apparently rattling himself out of his war-like trance. As Chris slowly backed toward his corner, Lucy tagged herself in by slapping him on the back and charged in.

It took only a moment to determine the better wrestler of the two women. A series of well-executed martial arts kicks and throws quickly had Lucy in the dominant position over her blonde adversary. In less than two minutes, Lucy had Cameron writhing in pain on the mat and looking for a tag as she held her in a painful surfboard hold. With a well-placed knee in Cameron’s back and her arms pulled taut behind her, Lucy was in complete control. After a few moments, Lucy removed her knee from Cameron’s back and, still holding her arms behind her, allowed her to get to her feet. Once both ladies reached a vertical base, Lucy pulled Cameron in close from behind and slapped on a quick full nelson. Then lifting Cameron in the hold, threw the blonde down to the mat. The back of Cameron’s head bounced off the canvas as her body folded in half on impact before finally landing the blonde spread eagle on her back.

It should have been over. Lucy went in for the pin and Cameron was too dazed to kick out. Lucy even hooked the leg on the pinfall. The referee was in position and began the count. ONE…TWO…Then it happened. Finally regaining his senses enough to realize that his team was about to be defeated, Scott reached under the ropes and pulled Lucy’s leg, dragging her to the outside and off his partner, thus interrupting the count and preventing the pinfall. Chris went ballistic. Racing across the ring, Chris reached over the ropes and grabbed Scott by the hair, pulling him up to the ring apron. Then, pulling him forward Chris brought Scott back into the ring the hard way, flipping him over the top rope where he landed on his back inside the ring. Chris then proceeded to stomp the living hell out of Scott. Meanwhile, Cameron slowly shook the cobwebs out enough to get to her feet and see what was happening. She then did the second stupidest thing she ever did in her life. Rushing to save her partner, Cameron stepped in front of Chris and tried desperately to push him back away from her partner, but to no avail. She then did the absolute stupidest thing she ever did in her life and slapped him. Chris’ eyes grew wild, his muscles tensed and his entire body literally shook with anger. Cameron, suddenly realizing that her last move may have been a big mistake was terrified, but before she could run away, it was too late. In an absolute furry, Chris used both hands to grab a hold of the golden locks in front of him and with a thunderous roar, threw Cameron into the corner. The crowd booed him emphatically as he quickly followed her into the corner and delivered a series of knee lifts to her taut mid-driff. Cameron howled in pain and then had her head snapped back again and again by a series of elbows delivered straight to her jaw. Blood began to trickle from her mouth and nose as Chris continued his assault with hard right hands to her pretty little face. Then a knife-edge chop across her chest that garnered a high-pitched groan from Cameron’s lips. Her abs ached, bruises were beginning to form on her once model like features and her chest now felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down her face as Cameron pleaded for mercy. But Chris was in a blind rage and Cameron cried loudly as Chris pulled her out of the corner. Just then, Lucy had climbed back into the ring and upon seeing what was happening, forgot about the intricacies of the match and ran to protect her fellow actress. Chris picked up Cameron for a body slam but Lucy jumped on his back causing him to drop her in a heap. Like a cowgirl trying to bring down a bull, Lucy wrapped her arms around Chris’ head in a desperate attempt to inflict some semblance of damage. Chris flipped Lucy over his shoulder where she landed directly onto of Cameron.

Scott was finally beginning to come around, but could do nothing but watch in horror with everyone else in attendance at what happened next. Lifting both girls to their feet, Chris put them both in a front face lock and with a single jerk flipped them both up simultaneously onto each of his shoulders in a double backbreaker. The display of strength was awesome and even drew a few “awwwws” from the crowd between the “boooos” as he bounced each of the girls on his shoulders increasing the pain inflicted by the hold. After several moments of both girls screaming in agony, their cries began to dissipate and the limbs of both began to drop as the pain slowly overcame both of them and force them into unconsciousness. Before they could go out fully however, Chris completed the move by leaping into the air and landing on his knees generating a final agonizing scream from each and causing the backs of both girls to violently bend in a way that the human back in not supposed to bend. Out cold, both girls fell from Chris’ shoulders and lay lifelessly in a heap on the canvas. The referee immediately called for EMTs to come to ringside to tend to the injured ladies while security escorted Chris back to the locker room.

Cameron suffered a broken jaw and both girls sustained back injuries; Cameron a bruised spinal cord and Lucy, a cracked vertebra. Both would fully recover, but the outrage of their fellow actresses in the entertainment industry was enormous. Many exchanged heated words with Federation Officials who were reveling in the publicity and saw it as their opportunity to boost their own ratings.

Chris was conflicted by his feelings over the incident. He hadn’t wanted to injure Cameron or Lucy, but as far as he was concerned, they were opponents and nothing more. He was in this profession to win championships and anyone who wasn’t in it for the same reason had no business being in the ring. Man or woman, an opponent was someone that stood in his way of him accomplishing that goal and they should be prepared for whatever consequences await them should they choose to crawl between the rope with him. Still, a small part of him regretted the incident but he was glad that he had done what the Federation had wanted and that it was now over. Or so he thought.

Lawsuits were filed against the Federation and Chris on behalf of the injured actresses whom the Federation settled with out of court. This gave them leverage over Chris to continue with their plan to use the publicity to their advantage. Also it fueled the ire of other female entertainers who didn’t see this as enough of a punishment for what was done. As a result, Federation officials issued a challenge to any female celebrity who had a taste for vengeance, and wanted to see justice done, to take Chris on in the ring at the next pay-per-view and get it for themselves. And, to make it fair, they would allow teams of upto 4 compete against him at one time.

Within days, despite the obvious mismatches that would be created, dozens of female celebrities were calling Federation offices to take part. Management immediately decided that they could make it an ongoing feud between Chris and these beautiful celebrities. Chris wasn’t as enthusiastic and straight out told the Federation that if he were forced to do this, he would walk. Informed however that if he did so, he would be in violation of his contract and the agreements the Federation established for him to settle the lawsuits would be null and void. In addition, he would have to then face these lawsuits on his own without the Federation attorneys behind him. But Chris had one more card to play. He threatened to simply throw the matches. Cameron and Lucy would be vindicated and this could all end. Management responded by telling him that if he didn’t win, and win decisively, every match, he would never wrestle again. At that, Chris was forced to relent to Management wishes. He did so however, with the threat that if he was “forced to wrestle these…girls, he would treat them just like any other opponent.” And he promised that he would hold nothing back and that these girls were going to get seriously hurt. As he stormed out of the offices, the Management team could only smile.

In the weeks that followed, Federation officials negotiated with as many prospective celebrity opponents as they could in order to secure future contracts for pay-per-view events. They signed agreements with over two dozen female celebrities from all walks of the entertainment industry and in one of the weekly televised shows, had Chris pull the names of his first opponents out of a hat in what they called the “Fatal Selection”. At the next pay-per-view extravangaza, Chris “the Midnight Mauler” Kerr would face the team of…actress Melissa Joan Hart and her best friend, pop sensation Britney Spears!

As the date for the next pay-per-view approached, Britney and Melissa trained feverishly in one of Downtown Los Angeles’ elite gymnasiums and toured the talk show circuit promoting the match. Chris, desperate to end all of this, unwittingly fueled the fire even further by announcing to the media that he planned to injure Britney and Melissa so badly during their match that no starlet would ever dare step into the ring with him again. He planned to make examples of both Melissa and Britney and wanted the public outcry of his destruction of the two to be so great that the Federation would be forced to end these meaningless matches.

On the day of the event, both Melissa and Britney believed that they were ready. They had trained hard in wrestling and various forms of martial arts and honed their wrestling skills with many of the top trainers of the day. They even took part in some “closed doors” catfights with some of the local professional catfighters in the Los Angeles area. They were executing complex moves perfectly and had a strategy to take Chris down. They had even requested a no-holds-barred match in an effort to take full advantage of all of their skills they had acquired. It was a request that Federation Management was all too happy to oblige.

The arena was jam-packed with millions more having paid to view the spectacle on TV. The Match was obviously the main event of the evening. Chris came to the ring first in usual black briefs and boots and black cowl. He entered without music or pyrotechnics, not that they could have been heard anyway over the raucous boos and catcalls made by the 25,000+ in attendance. They were so loud, his introduction wasn’t even audible over the stadium’s sound system. He walked determined and with a purpose and it was obvious to see that he planned on making good on his earlier threats to seriously hurt both girls.

As Chris stood in the ring waiting, Britney and Melissa appeared in the entrance way to the arena to multitude of pyrotechnics and the blaring music of Britney’s “Fight Me”, a booming rock/pop combination that she had composed specifically for this event. The 5’4”, 21 year old, 113 pound Britney was dressed in a gold bikini with see through gold glittered pants covering her legs and gold glitter sprinkled on her well toned and tanned body. Melissa, 26, was dressed in a black, strapless bikini with a cutout heart in the middle of her chest and another just above her ass in the back. Melissa’s body was extremely firm and it was obvious to all that both women were athletically in the best shape of their lives. Both wore their hair down, but unlike Britney, who was wearing gold, low cut wrestling boots, Melissa chose to go barefoot.

Entering the ring to a thunderous ovation, both girls made a few poses for the crowd and cameras but quickly turned their attention to their opponent, who was simply waiting patiently for the match to begin. Since this was “no-holds-barred” Melissa and Britney could work together against Chris and as the bell sounded to start the encounter, the girls quickly scurried to opposite sides of the ring in an effort to keep Chris off-balance with a two-sided attack strategy. Chris turned back and forth quickly in an attempt to keep an eye on both girls while Britney and Melissa each fained lunges toward him.

Suddenly, Chris turned and rushed a stunned Britney. The move was lightning quick and before the Princess of Pop could even react, Chris drilled her with a hard clothesline that caught her around the throat and upper chest. The force of the blow knocked Britney clean off her feet sending her crashing to the mat on the back of her head. Momentum flipped her legs up over her head, completing a complete backward roll before coming to rest face down on the canvas. Melissa immediately rushed in from the far side and was met with a sidekick that caught her just below her breasts and sent her flying back in the opposite direction. Turning his attention back to Britney, Chris reached into his boot and pulled out a set of steel handcuffs; all perfectly legal in a no-holds-barred match. Grabbing Britney by the hair, he dragged the dazed beauty to her feet and secured her with the cuffs, locking her right wrist to the top rope.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Britney as she came to her senses again.

“Shut up, Bitch!” demanded Chris as he backhanded her across the mouth causing a small trickle of blood to drip from the corner of her luscious lips.

Chris gave an evil smile and then turned his attention to Melissa, who was just once again getting to her feet and allowed Britney to struggle futilely against her bond. Britney screamed for Melissa in an attempt to warn her, but Chris had every intention of allowing her to face him on even footing.

“C’mon, little girl,” Chris beckoned, motioning Melissa to come forward. “Just you and me now, and when I’m finished tearing you apart, I’ll take care of you’re little friend.”

Terror was etched across Melissa’s face. The strategy she and Britney had devised, relied on both of them being able to attack their much larger opponent simultaneously. With Britney handcuffed to the ropes, she knew that she was now on her own and she also knew that if she didn’t take Chris down, her friend would be helpless to defend herself against him if she failed.

With every ounce of courage she could muster within her 5’4”, 118-pound frame, the young blonde lunged to lock up with her opponent who was a full foot taller over twice her own weight. Meeting in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up, Chris allowed Melissa to struggle against him momentarily before tossing her onto her back in a gross display of mismatched strength.

Melissa got up quickly, fearing that this behemoth would follow up his advantage. For the moment, however, Chris was content to simply flex his muscles at the young actress, much to the displeasure of the crowd, while Britney continued to struggle with the cuffs and yell instructions and encouragement to her partner.

“C’mon Melissa! Use your speed! Remember what we learned at the gym!”

Melissa knew that this was a case of David versus Goliath. She only hoped that this encounter would have a similar outcome. She summoned her resolve once again and one more time, lunged at her opponent ducking under a forearm shiver thrown by her adversary and slipping in behind him. Chris turned quickly only to be met with a series of left and right roundhouse kicks Melissa was firing off in rapid succession into his ribs that appeared to have at least some effectiveness against the big man. The crowd cheered Melissa incessantly and rose to their feet as Melissa connected on a spinning back hook kick that landed flush on the jaw of her opponent, backing him up several steps. She followed her advantage with a spear directly into Chris’ gut that backed him up even further. Chris was reeling a bit, but still the blows did not take him off his feet. Melissa felt a small twinge of pain herself in her shoulder where she had driven it into Chris’ rock hard abs.

“This guy is a fucking mountain,” she thought.

Before Chris could react, Melissa stuck again, this time with a solid dropkick that hit squarely in the middle of Chris’ pectoral muscles. He struggled to maintain his balance and in a flash, Melissa delivered a second one, landing flush on his jaw and finally dropping Chris to the canvas.

“Pin him! Pin Him!” cried Britney from her corner prison.

The roof nearly came off the arena as the crowd roared its approval and Melissa quickly went for the cover.

“ONE…TWO…THR…” It was a quick count from a referee that was trying to give Melissa every advantage, but Chris still kicked out, and with authority. Even from his back, Chris was still able to throw Melissa off of him a good three feet into the air and nearly ten feet across the ring. Melissa got up quickly, faster than Chris did, so as not give up on her advantage. Again she went for the roundhouse kicks to his abs as he attempted to get to his feet. Again they seemed to show at least some effectiveness as she backed Chris into the corner. Melissa threw everything she has at him, rocking his head back with punches and delivering various martial arts style kicks to his body. The crowd continued to cheer her on as Melissa climbed the ropes, straddling her opponent in the corner. The crowd enthusiastically counted along in unison as Melissa rained down punch after punch onto Chris’ head.

“ONE!….TWO!….THREE!…FOUR!….FIVE!….SIX!….”

And as quick as that, Melissa’s advantage was over. Chris reached up and grabbed Melissa at the hips and ran forward. Melissa screamed in horror and tried desperately to grab onto anything she could as Chris raced 2/3rds of the way across the ring, leapt up and drove Melissa to the canvas in a thunderous powerbomb. The crowd “ohhhh’d” as the impact shook the ring and left the blonde beauty spread eagled on her back at the feet of her shocked partner. Melissa’s body convulsed as Britney screamed in horror and with renewed vigor vainly attempted to break free of her bind.

Chris laughed sadistically as he grabbed a hold of Melissa’s legs and turned her over onto her stomach. Melissa moaned softly as her arms flopped over above her head. Chris mounted Melissa’s prone form and pulling her arms back, placed them helplessly over his muscular thighs and then reached for her chin, pulling Melissa’s head back into a camel clutch. Melissa howled in agony as Chris made sure to pull her head back far enough so that Britney could look directly into the tortured face of her friend. Melissa’s body was soaked with perspiration and her blonde main became matted to her face, perfectly framing the pained expression etched upon it. Chris rocked back on the hold several times, painfully arching Melissa’s back to the breaking point and eliciting high-pitched screams from her lips has he taunted Britney to do something about it.

Britney kicked and flailed against her bond, desperately trying to break free and reach her friend whom was just out of her reach.

“You fucking son of a bitch! I’ll kill you, I swear it!” shouted Britney whose tears of rage were quickly filling her baby blues.

Chris stood up to face Britney, dropping Melissa from the hold and allowing her head to bounce off the canvas. He further taunted her by staying just out of reach as Britney wildly flailed away with her legs and one free arm. Britney continued to scream vulgarities at Chris as he stared at her and slowly reached down to grab a handful of hair from Melissa who was still face down in the ring. Melissa was all but out of it as Chris lifted her to her feet on rubbery legs and pulled her a few steps toward the center of the ring to allow himself the room he needed to continue his destruction of the young girl. Placing the helpless beauty in a front face lock, Chris slowly rolled Melissa’s body over so that the two were back-to-back and Melissa’s head was pulled back over his shoulder. It was the perfect setup for a neckbreaker. However Chris wanted to torture the his victim further and instead stood erect, lifting Melissa off her feet and hanging the whimpering girl’s neck over his massive shoulder.

Tears streamed down Melissa’s pain etched face as she felt that her head would soon be torn from her body. Chris held her in the hold for a few moments, bouncing lightly and causing Melissa’s extremities to shake in pain as she hung helplessly. Chris turned to face Britney, winked and dropped to his knees executing the violent maneuver. Melissa’s head snapped over Chris’ shoulder and as he released the hold her body jerked forward where she once again found herself face down on the canvas.

Turning and looking up at Britney from his knees after the move, Chris laughed. Britney spit at him and Chris responded by snapping Britney’ s head backward with a lightning fast right uppercut as he rose that caught the young songstress directly under the jaw, snapping her head back. Had it not been for the handcuffs, Britney would have been on her ass.

As Britney held her aching jaw, Chris returned his attention to the fallen Melissa. Again lifting her by the hair, Chris pulled her to her feet and wrapped a single muscular arm around her waist from behind to keep her upright. Again he turned her to face Britney. Melissa’s arms and legs were like jelly and her head flopped around like sock puppet in Chris’ grip. Had he removed his hand from around her tiny waist, she would have fallen to the mat like a sack of wet noodles. Reaching around her with his free hand, Chris grabbed a hold of the cutout heart on Melissa’s bikini top and with a single clean jerk tore the fabric from her body. Many of the male attendees at the event howled as Melissa’s breasts jiggled when they were released from the confinement of her top. She was so out of it, she had no idea she was now topless in front of thousands.

Chris seductively licked Melissa’s bare neck, which drew more vulgarities from Britney.

“Time to finish this,” Chris whispered. Then with his free arm reached up and over Melissa’s shoulder and down between her dangling tits. With his other, he reached upward, between her legs and clasped his hands tightly in the middle of her breastbone.

Melissa lets out a single pitiful moan as Chris cinched the hold in tight and lifted her body off the mat and pressed it tightly to his own. The move was multi-fold. His arms, positioned as they were, over her shoulder and between her legs, crushed her collar and pubic bones. Clasping his hand between her breasts and squeezing successfully compacted her entire torso and made it difficult for her to breathe. The arm over her shoulder was pressed against her carotid artery in her neck and was slowly cutting off the supply of blood to Melissa’s brain. Her head, arms, legs and breast uselessly flopped around as Chris violently shook her body back and forth in the hold. Melissa looked like a ragdoll in the hold and sobbed uncontrollably. After several moments, the cries from her mascara stained face ceased entirely.

Chris immediately called for the referee to check on his victim and upon letting Melissa’s arm fall lifelessly to her side three times dumped her unconscious form onto her back in the center of the ring.

“You’re next!” Chris threatened; pointing his finger at Britney then stalked around to the feet of the fallen Melissa. Chris grabbed Melissa’s legs that were spread out before him and dragged her body around so that Britney would have a clear advantage of what he was going to do next. Allowing Melissa’s right leg to fall limply to the mat, Chris quickly stepped over her left leg, spinning as he did so to be sure and face Britney while twisting the unconscious beauty’s gam over his muscular thigh. Then coldly, Chris gave one violent jerk on the leg, bending it awkwardly. The disgusting crack of bones was heard in every corner of the arena. Luckily, some would say, Melissa was unconscious for the move, thus saving her from feeling the pain of her leg being snapped like a twig.

Immediately he turned his attention to Britney, whose furious rage at Chris’ manhandling of her friend had suddenly turned into absolute horror at the realization of her predicament.

“Your turn now, bitch!” Chris growled.

Britney desperately attempted to flee, running up and down the length of the ropes. But the handcuffs would allow her to go no further and Chris callously continued to stalk his prey. Britney huddled in the corner and tried vainly to protect herself anyway she could as she pleaded for mercy from Chris who was now towering above her in the corner.

“Please don’t hurt me’” Britney cried and then squealed in terror as Chris grabbed a hold of her blonde trusses. Britney doubled over in pain as Chris drove a hard knee straight into her lower abdomen. Britney was caught unprepared for the move and her normally firm abdominal muscles caved in to the powerful force of the blow driving the air from her body.

While Britney coughed and sputtered in an attempt to regain her expelled air, Chris reached into his boot and calmly unlocked the Cuffs with the key he removed from it. Backing away, Chris allowed Britney to come to her feet.

“I’ll give you the same opportunity I gave your friend,” Chris stated. “Let’s see if you can do any better.”

Britney literally shook with fear. She had considered Melissa the better of fighters between the two of them and after watching her be dismantled by this monster in front of her she was terrified to the point of almost being unable to even move.

‘C’mon you slut!” Chris screamed. “Let’s go!”

Like Melissa, Britney summoned all of the resolve she had within her and with a deep breath lunged at Chris, engaging him in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up.

“Oh please,” Chris yawned as he effortlessly threw Britney back into the corner. “Didn’t you learn anything watching me destroy your bimbo friend?”

For a brief instant, Britney’s eyes flared. She screamed and lunged for Chris again only to be stopped in her tracks by another knee to her gut. Britney doubled over and Chris tossed her back into the corner where he followed up his advantage a series of hard elbow smashes in to Britney’s face. Blood once again trickled from her mouth and nose and Chris grabbed a hold of her face and pushed her head back over the top rope, jutting Britney’s breasts up and outward before him. Four quick knife-edge chops across her breasts garnered loud groans of pain from Britney and loud “oooooooo’s from the audience at ringside who could almost feel the shock waves of the blows. Large red welts began to form on Britney’s upper chest as she crossed her arms in a futile effort to protect herself and relieve some of the burning pain that was now racing through her torso. Grabbing one of Britney’s arms, Chris whipped her across the ring where her back slammed hard up against the opposite turnbuckle. Chris quickly followed her in and leapt up, delivering a thunderous dropkick square into the center of Britney’s chest. Trapped in the corner, Britney’s body had nowhere to escape the force of the impact was viciously crushed against the turnbuckles. Britney fell forward on the mat, screaming in agony and wrapping her arms around her aching chest as if to try and hold everything inside.

Like a machine, preprogrammed for destruction, Chris meticulously continued his assault, grabbing Britney’s legs and dragging her to the center of the ring and rolled the Pop Princess onto her back.

Britney, still clutching her aching chest, sobbed loudly and begged Chris for an end to her torment. Chris grinned as her held Britney's gorgeous legs up and apart and dropped down suddenly, driving his knee into her exposed crotch. Britney’s back arched when she threw her head back and screamed as Chris’ knee plowed into her pubic bone with a sickening crunch. Britney howled and rolled on the mat, now clutching her throbbing womanhood in extreme pain. Britney’s ass rose into the air as she attempted to curl into a ball while lying face down on the canvas. Chris took advantage of the situation by grabbing her by the waistline of her glittered pants and bikini briefs and tearing them off her much like he had done earlier with Melissa’s bikini top. Britney’s tear stained face blushed in embarrassment as the catcalls were heard from many of the men in attendance. She was too concerned however with covering the pain-ravaged parts of her anatomy to attempt to conceal her nudity.

I guess you won’t be needing this either,” Chris stated as he reached down and untied Britney’s top, removing Britney’s last remaining article of clothing, with the exception of her gold wrestling boots, then wrapped the garment around her throat and throttled her with it. Britney gagged and coughed as Chris cut off her air. Her hands rose to her throat desperately trying to clutch at the article of clothing now choking the life out of her, but to no avail. Chris shook her back and forth a few times forcing Britney to vigorously pound the mat in a traditional wrestling submission. Chris however would have no of it as the referee attempted to intervene on her behalf. Chris pushed him away, dropping Britney as she clutched her throat and, in a panic, quickly attempted to take in as much air as her ravaged body would allow. Even though she was out of the hold, she could still feel the constriction of her windpipe and was now having tremendous difficulty breathing deeply.

Chris quickly rolled the now naked beauty onto her back and slapped a vicious claw hold onto Britney’s left breast. Britney moaned loudly as she brought her hands up in an attempt to remove the painful hold. She would have screamed but her inability to take in mass amounts of air only allowed the moan. She kicked at the mat in pain as the claw hold began to, almost visually, tear the fibers of the fleshy orb from her pectoral muscle. Releasing the hold, Chris quickly delivered a double axe handle blow into Britney's lower abs, directly blow her navel that once again curled her up in pain.

Chris was in a trance-like state now, completely oblivious to whom his opponent even was. She was an opponent, an enemy, and needed to be destroyed.

Lifting Britney to her feet once again by the hair, Chris turned her to face him. Sweat gleamed off Britney's battered body and tears soaked her beautiful face. She whimpered softly as her eyes pleaded with him to end this punishment. Chris let out a low growl and dropped down to deliver a hard uppercut directly between Britney’s slightly spread legs. Again there was a sickening crack as Chris’ knuckles connected with Britney’s sex.

With another deep moan, Britney feel to her knees clutching her cunt. As Britney massaged her aching cunt in an effort to relieve some of the pain, Chris ran back, slingshotting himself off the ropes. As he barreled down on Britney, he leapt up onto her shoulders, wrapping his legs around either sides of her head. The force of the impact drove Britney’s upper body backward where she landed on her back the canvas with her calves pinned beneath her and Chris’ massive weight directly on top of her chest.

Britney’s knees popped and cracked and ribcage collapsed forcing all of the remaining air from her body. Chris moved his body forward, into a schoolboy pin, covering Britney’s mouth and nose with his crotch. Her legs still pinned, Britney’s arms flailed wildly for a brief time before Britney blacked out from the lack of air.

Chris stood up and, still straddling Britney’s head, reached down and slapped her back into consciousness. As the devastated beauty slowly began to stir, Chris again lifted her to her feet by her hair. The fiery pain in her scalp brought her around even further as she was pulled up. The damage to her knees made it impossible for her to stand as Chris reached between her legs and lifted her into an inverted bearhug, positioning her naked body so as to clamp her head between knees. He marched her around to all sides of the ring, much to the displeasure of Britney’s fans at ringside. A gaggle of pre-teen girls shouted teary-eyed pleas of mercy on their pop idol’s behalf.

The light jostling of her body as she was paraded around the ring for all to see awakened Britney’s senses once again. She became fully aware of her fate as Chris stopped directly above Melissa who was still unconscious and prone in the center of the ring. Chris slowly moved into place, positioning Britney’s head over the head of an unconscious Melissa.

“Oh God, pleeeese don’t,” whimpered Britney as tears streamed from her beautiful face. “You’ll kill us.”

Sadistically, Chris only laughed as an evil sneer crossed his face. Then, viciously dropping to his knees, executing a devastating tombstone piledriver of Britney directly onto the forehead of a prone Melissa, driving the top of Britney’s head directly into Melissa’s like a railroad spike. Melissa’s body stiffened like a board and the impact created an indentation of the back of Melissa’s head on the canvas. The sickening crack of Britney’s skull being driven into that of her friend’s reverberated throughout the stunned arena. Blood poured from the head of each of the young beauties as Britney’s nude body crumpled lifelessly alongside Melissa’s.

The referee worried that the girls may have been seriously injured, or worse, by the vicious assault quickly scurried to check on the girls before being run off by Chris. They were alive. That was the good news, but he knew they needed immediate medical attention and signaled to the back for EMTs.

Before they could make their way to ringside however, Chris positioned his two nude victims side-by-side on the canvas and made his way to the top turnbuckle. Before the referee could position himself between Chris and the girls, not that it would have mattered, he leapt off the ropes and executed a full body splash on top of both girls’ chests. Their ribcages collapsed amidst the crush of Chris’ full 265-pound frame crashing down across their breasts. Their legs and heads bounced involuntarily several times before coming to rest. Melissa’s body convulsed involuntarily. Britney’s remained still. As officials and EMTs finally made their way to the ring, Chris kept them at bay, refusing to remove himself from across the girl’s bodies until the referee counted the double pinfall. Fearing the worst if Melissa and Britney did not receive immediate medical attention, the frightened referee fell to the mat and made what is possibly the fastest three-count in the history of wrestling. As Chris maliciously climbed off the girls, he struck a few victory poses with his boot on each of the fallen girl’s heaving chests, as debris rained in from the angry crowd, before stomping off and allowing EMTs to attend to his victims.

The injuries to both of the girls were extensive. Melissa suffered a fractured skull along with a grade 3 concussion. She was unconscious for nearly 48 hours. The laceration on her forehead required 33 stitches to close and extensive reconstructive surgery to hide the scar. She also suffered a ruptured disk in her lower back, three broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, and a broken leg. Britney regained conscious after a few hours but also suffered a grade 3 concussion and a series of micro stress fractures in her skull. She also required intensive physical therapy and surgery to repair torn ligaments and cartilage in both knees and well as a cracked breastbone, a fractured pubic bone and torn muscle tissue in her breast.

Upon watching the destruction of Britney and Melissa, outrage from their fellow celebrities increased ten fold, though most that has signed contracts to battle Chris in the near future now wanted no part of it. Chris had succeeded in accomplishing what he set out to do. Federation Management however, not wanting to lose what was possibly the largest grossing storyline they ever created, immediately went to court with claims of “iron clad” contracts forcing them to compete in future events. Some paid millions to buy-out their contracts and back out of the events, exactly how Chris had intended. Unfortunately for him, others relented and agreed to compete. As a result, so to would he.

One week after the event, while Britney and Melissa were still recuperating in a hospital bed in Los Angeles. The Federation conducted, much to Chris’ dismay, its second “Fatal Selection”. In two weeks, at the next pay-per-view, Chris, the newly named “Celebrity Mauler” Kerr would face a new team of…

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