Chris Kerr sat in his private locker room, a luxury normally only reserved for champions or legendary wrestling VIP’s. He had once dreamed of making it to that level. He had busted his ass over 200 days a year for the last five years, paying his dues and waiting for his shot to make that dream a reality. He competed with injuries, broken bones & muscle pulls. He had even wrestled in, and won, a battle royal match after driving himself 520 miles with a fever of 102 just to get to the arena after his flight was snowed in at a show he did the night before. He did it willingly and without regret because he knew that one day he would get his shot at the brass ring. He would have done anything, but he could have never imagined this.

It had been three weeks since the last pay-per-view in Los Angeles where he destroyed Britney Spears and Melissa Joan Hart in the first Celebrity Challenge Match. Both were still in the hospital recovering. He hadn’t wanted to hurt them. Christ, they didn’t even belong in the ring; not with him or anyone else for that matter. But in the ring, Chris was an entirely different animal than he was outside of it.

Chris called every other day to check on their condition, having secretly paid a hospital intern to keep him apprised. He sent fresh flowers, anonymously, to their rooms each day. He had prayed that he would never have to compete in such a match again. He had hoped that by inflicting the injuries he did to Britney and Melissa that the Federation would discontinue this most heinous of storylines. They didn’t. In fact, it served to do almost the exact opposite.

Federation Officials, encouraged by the dramatic, unprecedented rise in ratings and advertising revenue continued to market the storyline. They fueled the ire of Hollywood starlets hell bent on revenge and they legally blackmailed Chris into continuing with it.

It was a Catch-22 for Chris. He was forced into a gimmick match involving Cameron Diaz and Lucy Lu. When he did his job, they sued him and the Federation who then legally protected Chris but forced him to compete against Britney and Melissa. It was compete or be sued, win or be fired. If he threw the match he would not only be out of work, but the Federation would sue him for breech of contract. They literally held his entire future, both privately and professionally, by a thread; and holding that thread was Carol Walters, Senior Creative Coordinator for the Federation in charge of plot development.

Carol was a young executive in the Federation hierarchy whose corporate assets were best displayed in the bedroom not the boardroom. Not that anyone could truly blame her for using the gifts that the good Lord granted her since it was probably the only way that a woman was going to move up the male dominated corporate ladder at Federation Headquarters. Still, she had quality about her that was as evil as she was gorgeous. Five foot three, approximately 115 pounds, 35-22-33 figure wrapped in a light mocha skin with eyes of green, hair of black…and a soul to match.

Chris had once thought that she could help him and tried to appeal to her feminine sense of outrage at the Federation allowing these women to be sent to slaughter against him. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any. She got some sort of sick, twisted orgasmic rush from watch Chris dismantle Britney and Melissa and was eager to see more.

Chris first met her in the locker room after the Los Angeles pay-per-view, Carol entered as Chris was stepping out of the shower. She congratulated Chris on the highest ratings that the Federation has ever had for a pay-per-view. Chris remembered pleading for her to help him put an end to this stating that he would do anything if the Federation would put a stop to this storyline.

“Really?” she asked. “Anything?”

She licked her lips and ran her finger seductively down the center of his chest to the towel wrapped around his waist. Chris’ stomach sank. Her actions made him feel worse than any opponent ever could in the ring. Her eyes followed the path of her finger as it ran inside the top edge of the towel before gazing back up into his eyes once again.

“Too bad you’re just a wrestler,” Carol whispered. “There’s no advantage for me being with you. And besides, if I wanted you, I could have you anyway. We own you. So I guess you’ll just have to be a good little boy and do what you’re told.”

“And if I refuse?” Chris remembered asking.

“You won’t honey,” mocked Carol. “Because if you don’t wrestle, we both know what will happen. And don’t get any ideas of throwing the match either. If you don’t win…and win decisively, I seriously doubt that the Federation would have any use for a professional wrestler that can’t even beat a couple of little Hollywood tramps. And, without a contract, our lawyers won’t be so inclined to protect you from these lawsuits you’re piling up with these matches either.”

Carol then pulled down on the towel, stripping it from Chris’ hips and leaving him naked before her. Chris stood unwavering, though he felt like he was going to be sick.

“Too bad, indeed.” She cooed looking down Chris’ form one more time. She then tossed the towel over her shoulder before turning with a grin and exiting the room.

Back in the present, Chris was shaken from his stupor by a knock on the door and security personnel telling him that it was “time”. Chris slipped on his trademark black cowl and was escorted down the corridors to the deepest recesses of the arena. Since his obliteration of Britney and Melissa, Chris had been under constant security. Vandalism of his home and car by irate fans had been reported and the death threats came into Federation Headquarters by the truckload. Consequently, this new entrance was required.

For security, the ring was lowered beneath the arena floor after the last undercard and Chris stepped between the ropes without having to present himself as a target to the angry masses by walking the isle. Without any flash or pageantry, as was custom during Chris’ entrances, the ring was then raised back to the crowd level where Chris would await the appearance of his opponents. He didn’t much care for the new security measures but, as always, did what he was instructed.

As the ring crested above the floor, the crowd began to see their first glimpse of the night of the black cowled, six foot four inch, 265 pound behemoth standing center stage, glaring, unwavering, toward the entrance ramp for his intended victims; the proverbial lion awaiting the entrance of the Christians. The hatred that spewed from the throng of 25,000 plus in attendance at the sold-out arena was louder and more vile than anything that had ever been witnessed before in the sport and from a skybox high atop the madness, Federation Officials, including Carol Walters, beamed at the sight of their creation.

In an instant, the capacity crowd went from vile disgust to absolute euphoria as music began blaring over the stadium’s sound system. The crowd erupted in delight as the first few notes of the “Charmed” theme song were recognized. The decibel level of the arena intensified ten fold as Alyssa Milano, Rose McGowan and Holly-Marie Combs, danced their way out from behind the black veil of the curtain at the top of the entrance ramp.

The trio looked stunning as they paraded their way to the ring where Chris stood, unmoving and uncaring of his opponents’ antics. Milano was the leader of the pack. At only five foot two inches tall and 110 pounds, the 31 year old Alyssa could present a formidable challenge to most competitors, her size. Her extensive martial arts background with training in Taekwondo, Tae Chi and Jujitsu, not to mention a few rumored Hollywood catfights, easily made her the most dangerous of the three. Her metallic gold bikini top, matching bicycle shorts and leather wrestling boots glittered under the arena lights and left very little to the imagination but accentuated her perfectly tanned and well sculpted features beautifully.

By contrast, Rose McGowan’s floral print bikini and bare feet highlighted her creamy white skin and displayed her flat abdominals and long, well toned legs. Her cherry red finger and toe nail polish and matching lipstick gave her just the right amount of rouge to complement her china doll complexion and blazon hair. Her fighting experience was far more limited that that of Alyssa’s and could be traced back to her roll in the, less than spectacular feature film, “Ready to Rumble”. Rose spent a great deal of time with many of the top wrestlers who appeared in the film, learning much of the basics of the sport and when she agreed to participate in this event, renewed her acquaintances with many of them for some much needed intensive training.

At Five foot two, 120 pounds, the 32 year old Holly-Marie Combs was more conservative in her ring attire than was her teammates. A three quarter sleeve red half-top clung to her perky breasts and fully exposed her taut mid-driff and pierced navel. Long, black PVC pants hugged her gorgeous hips and ran down her thighs before flaring out into a bell cut at half calf, concealing a pair of black wrestling boots. The sides were cut open, holding the front and back halves together with nylon laces that exposed the smooth skin on her outer legs. She was, by far, the least experienced of the three. Though she had some training in basic self-defense, she had no tangible fighting experience to speak of. She was however, the strategist of the group. In interviews leading up to the match, she had stated that what she lacked in experience she more than made up for in cunning and preparedness. She hinted numerous times that some major surprises were in store for Chris “The Celebrity Mauler” Kerr.

Conspicuous by her absence was Shannon Daugherty. Daugherty would have been just the type of competitor that her former “Charmed” co-stars needed. The “90210” hellcat had extensive hand to hand combat experience in the martial arts, wrestling and boxing. In addition she had participated in numerous underground catfights in her day and her many Hollywood brawls were all well documented in the tabloids. She had begged the promoters to allow her to compete, but as legendary as her many brawls was her chronic back problems that was actually the cause for her leaving the hit TV show to begin with. Shannon’s condition actually prevents her from going more than just a few hours at a time without the use of a rather cumbersome back brace that relieves much of the day-to-day pain the actress experiences on a regular basis. Even Federation Officials, as greedy and uncaring as they were, would not give clearance for Shannon to compete. As a result, Shannon reserved herself to assisting her fellow actresses in training and preparation for the bout.

Chris stood unfazed by either the pomp and circumstance or the exquisite beauty of his opponents. He tensed as the girls entered the ring, turning his head to crack the joints in his neck and shoulders. As it was in the previous celebrity match versus Britney Spears and Melissa Joan Hart, this was a no-holds barred contest that allowed all three women to attack Chris simultaneously. However, as the introductions concluded, Rose and Alyssa positioned themselves outside the ropes on the ring apron, in traditional tag-team manner, and Holly-Marie Combs stepped in to face Chris one-on-one.

As the two combatants made one complete circle of each other in the ring, Chris contemplated his strategy. He had planned not to allow himself to lose control as he had against Britney and Melissa. He really didn’t want to injure any of these women. Holly-Marie was smaller, weaker and with no ring experience. A quick suplex, a roll-up and it was all over and the girls would only have to suffer a bruise to her ego. The fans would be irate, the Federation Officials too, but Chris didn’t care about them. He was ordered to “win decisively” which he rationalized to be an objective term. Two moves, thirty seconds tops, what could be more decisive than that.

Chris prepared to make his move. His muscled tensed, set to spring onto Holly-Marie. She wouldn’t even know what hit her. As she circled around in front of her own corner once again, Chris leaned in, set to uncoil. But just as he did, Holly-Marie stopped dead in her tracks and extended her right arm for a hand shake. Chris was taken aback. She looked at him calmly, nonchalantly. Her face had a peaceful, almost angelic look and he was totally mesmerized out of his war-like trance by the gesture.

He expected a ruse. Someone would hit him from behind. He quickly glanced over his shoulder for the attacker he thought for sure was there. No one. He turned his attention back to Holly-Marie. Unwavering she stood, head tilted slightly to the left, her hand still extended. Chris cautiously moved forward, extending his own hand to meet hers. If this was genuine, Chris thought, combined with a quick, painless win, I could show everyone I’m not the monster they make me out to be.

They shook. The crowd gave polite applause at the show of sportsmanship. Chris even managed a small grin. Both combatants stepped back and circled again. It was obvious that Chris was thrown from his normal approach to a match by the unexpected start to this one. As they circled one another again, he seemed more tentative to attack. His mind did not possess the raw, animalistic rage that normally accompanied him to the ring. He saw his opponent, for the first time, not just as an enemy, but as a human being and he was not totally entranced with the single-mindedness of destroying his opponent as he had done so often before.

Had the women known the thoughts that raced through the suddenly confused mind of their opponent, their next method of proceeding may have been drastically different. However, they had a carefully thought out a plan of attack they intended on executing to their fullest advantage.

Chris tried to refocus. Two quick moves and it would be over; that was it. But as he moved in for a collar and elbow tie up Holly-Marie stepped back and extended her arms. A sudden burst of light seemed to shoot out from her hands. It was a special effect Holly-Marie had used while filming “Charmed” and brought with her to the ring. It blinded Chris instantly. He had looked directly into the flash, dilating his pupils. He could now see only blurred images of shadow and light that would take several moments to clear. Instinctively, Chris howled as if he had been wounded though the “effect’ caused no physical discomfort and was only visual. Still, he staggered about the ring rapidly blinking and rubbing his eyes in a desperate attempt to refocus his vision. The crowd roared its approval further limiting his remaining senses.

The distraction had worked and the all three women entered the ring to take full advantage of the situation. Alyssa raced to the opposite corner and hurriedly climbed the ropes. Holly-Marie dropped to all fours behind the big man and Rose delivered a drop kick into the middle of his chest. Chris staggered back, falling over the hunched Holly-Marie to his backside. Immediately she rolled up his massive legs as Alyssa leapt from her lofty perch atop the ropes kicking her legs out in front of her in mid air and landing, ass first, squarely in the middle of Chris’ huge pectoral muscles. A small “ooof” was all that was generated from Chris as all of Alyssa’s 110 pounds crashed into his chest. Still they had the big man down and Rose leaned on Holly-Marie to give her more leverage in keeping Chris rolled up and pinned. The referee fell into position and began to count what everyone believed to be a huge upset.

ONE…TWO…THR…

A fraction of an inch, a heartbeat away, it was that close. But with a massive roar, Chris kicked out at the last possible moment and flung Alyssa off his chest and back into the corner. Holly-Marie and Rose were thrown by the power of his legs clear across the ring into the other. Chris rolled back and kicked his legs again, instantly springing to his feet in an upright position. His vision was still not clear, though he could now make out and identify larger shadows. He knew he had thrown two of his opponents toward the opposite corner, though he wasn’t sure which two, and he lunged in that direction attacking the large shadows he saw rising before him. Holly-Marie and Rose were just getting to their feet as Chris barreled in on their position catching both with a two armed clothes line and knocking them to the mat once again.

The anger was building in Chris again. The mix-match of thoughts and emotions he had felt only moments before were now being buried beneath his adrenaline fueled rage. The desire to destroy consumed him and the young women in the ring were nothing more than enemies once again.

Chris turned, again trying to identify shadows, only to be met with a spear from Alyssa who had come rushing out of the corner. Diving into him, Alyssa buried her shoulder into Chris’ rock solid abdominals and like Melissa Joan Hart the match before found them to be immovable.

Still unable to focus clearly, Chris reached for the blur of a person in front of him, but Alyssa was just able to roll away. Chris spun around, again looking for the image as Alyssa delivered a solid roundhouse kick to his head, staggering him again. Another roundhouse to the head followed by a back kick that connected just under his chin rocked Chris back again.

Rose and Holly-Marie had gotten back to their feet and with a single glance from Alyssa, each leapt up and delivered a drop kick to their opponent. The crowd screamed their approval as the maneuver caught him in the center of chest back and shoulder. Chris staggered but still did not go down. Worse, for the “Charmed Ones”, his vision was improving and he was now able to distinguish specific images…including each of the girls.

Desperate to inflict some semblance of damage before their advantage entirely dissipated, Holly-Marie grabbed a hold of one of Chris’s huge arms and screamed for Rose to do the same to the other. Doing as she was instructed, Rose pulled on Chris’ left arm while Holly-Marie pulled on the right. Alyssa took advantage of the opening and delivered a crushing front snap kick directly between Chris’ slightly spread legs. The crowd oooohed as brief, deep groan escaped Chris’ lips, but that was all.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Alyssa as Chris’ eyes grew wide and every muscle in his massive form vibrated in an adrenaline induced surge of raw power. With a tug of each of his arms, Chris pulled Rose and Holly-Marie together before him. Their bodies and heads smashed together with such impact that both women were propelled backward several feet by the force of the blow. Rose fell to the side in a heap, a purplish bruise already beginning to form under her left eye while Holly-Marie bounced and then rolled, dazed, beneath the bottom rope to the arena floor.

A terrified Alyssa could only scream in horror as Chris quickly reached out, grabbing two large fistfuls of her fabulously coiffed mane. In a modified snap-mare, Chris flipped Alyssa to the side where she tumbled onto her back onto the canvas. Not relinquishing his hold on her hair, Chris lifted Alyssa to her feet again and snap-mared her once more. Alyssa screamed in agony. Her scalp felt like it was on fire as Chris lifted and snap-mared her several more times before whipping her across the ring. Inertia carried the gorgeous actress to the other side of the ring where she turned her body in toward the ring allowing her momentum to carry her back first into the ropes. As she did, her only vision was that of Chris barreling in on her. With an athletic prowess that is often lacking in most men his size, Chris leapt over the top rope catching two handfuls of hair from the top of Alyssa’s head in the process. As he fell to the arena floor, Chris arched Alyssa’s back violently over the top rope until her feet lifted up off the canvas almost bending her body into an inverted “U” and flipping her backward outside the ring. Instead, at that moment, Chris released the young beauty’s hair causing the taut rope to snap back and hurl Alyssa’s body back into the ring where she crashed face first into the center of the ring.

Chris quickly slid back into the ring beneath the bottom rope, but not before stomping a single boot into the side of Holly-Marie Combs who was attempting to get back to her feet on the outside.

Alyssa was slowly pushing herself up when Chris dropped a powerful elbow into her lower back causing her to grunt and crash back to the mat. Straddling her back, Chris quickly untied the bikini top of Alyssa, removing it from her torso and wrapping it around her throat, pulling her into a modified camel clutch position. Alyssa’s firm breasts, now freed from their confinement, swayed beneath her as she gasped for air and pounded at the mat in agony. Her spine felt as if it would snap in two at any moment.

Rose had finally gotten back to her feet in the ring as Chris choked the life out of Alyssa. Rushing to save her partner, Rose dove across the ring driving a double sledgehammer blow to the back of Chris’ head. Chris barely flinched, but it did get his attention. Dropping his current prey, Alyssa immediately curled into a ball like state, clutching her throat and gasping for any small bit of air she could gather into her body. Chris stood to face Rose and as he did, Rose reared back with her right hand and delivered a punch to Chris’ head with every ounce of strength she could muster. Unfortunately for her however, Chris caught her punch in mid air. Rose’s small fist was engulfed in Chris’s massive paws and she screamed in torment as the bones in her hand snapped and popped when Chris tightened his vise-like grip. He then effortlessly flung Rose aside to return his attention back on Alyssa.

While Chris grinned at Rose clutching her broken hand, Alyssa managed to roll on to her back between Chris’s legs and raise her legs to deliver a double kick into his groin. The powerful blow actually lifted Chris off the mat and doubled him over. Again however, he did not fall and before Alyssa could maneuver out of the way, Chris dropped to one knee and drove a straight right hand deep into her lower abdomen, just below the navel. Alyssa clutched at her mid-section as Chris dug his fist deep into her tortured muscles. Alyssa’s upper body rocked up above the mat as she was unable to recapture any of the expelled air from the initial blow.

With his free hand, Chris again grabbed a fistful of Alyssa’s hair and dragged her to her feet where he quickly scooped the helpless beauty into the air above his head in a military press. Rose did everything she could to get to her friend in time but to no avail. With an unparalleled display of strength and power, Chris used ever muscle in his enormous physique to launch Alyssa toward the corner. Alyssa tumbled and twisted in air for about five feet before she crashed, upside down with her head and shoulder smashing into the top turnbuckle. She slammed in to the corner with such incredible force that the eye bolt attaching the turnbuckle to the corner post actually snapped, causing the top rope on one side of the squared circle to collapse. As a result, Alyssa’s “flight” was unimpeded and she flew out of the ring, crashing down hard, beyond the mats around the ring and onto the concrete floor of the arena, just missing the announce table where she lay in a lifeless heap on the ground.

EMTs rushed from the back to check on the fallen star. Little were they aware that they would soon have other matters to attend to as well.

Meanwhile, Rose couldn’t get to Chris fast enough to save Alyssa, but responded by attacking Chris from behind with a well placed dropkick, low to the back of his knees, that dropped his 6’4” frame down to her level. Chris was slow in standing, the kicks to his groin possibly having had more effect that it originally appeared. Before Chris could get upright again, Rose quickly followed up on her advantage with a beautiful insaguri kick that caught her opponent squarely on the side of his head, dropping him to the mat. The crowd went wild for Rose, having finally taken the big man off his feet but the moves actually did little, if any, real damage as Chris rolled up into a three-point stance and pounded the mat in anger. Rage coursed through his veins as he sprang out of his stance with the roar of a wounded lion and charged at Rose, who was now clear across the ring.

To the surprise of almost everyone, Rose dropped down at the last moment and caught Chris charging in with a perfectly executed drop toe hold that caused the big man to fall forward bouncing his head into the top turnbuckle. As Chris grabbed the top rope and tried to shake the cobwebs out of his noggin, Rose sprung to her feet, not wanting to let up on her advantage. The crowd cheered this surprising turn of events as Rose took her opponent by his wrist and quickly draped her foes’ massive right arm around the top rope trapping his wrist under her armpit and cupping his elbow with both hands to hold him in place. If the difference in strength between Chris and herself wasn’t so great Rose may have been able to inflict some semblance of damage on Chris’ elbow by tearing at the ligaments in his arm from this position. However, Chris was immeasurably stronger and Rose was using every ounce of her strength just to hold him in place.

Chris first attempted to simply pull himself free but to no avail. He then sent a left forearm shiver into Rose’s chest. Because of the awkward angle he threw it from, it didn’t have the full impact of his entire strength. Still the heavy thump and smack of flesh rocked Rose’s body and caused her to let out a deep groan of pain. Again and again, almost to the point of desperation, Chris slammed forearms into Rose who was able to lean back just far enough to avoid a blow to her head that surly would have knocked her senseless. Instead she was able to maintain the hold despite the pain cause by the tremendous shots that were crashing into her upper chest and breasts. He tore at the fabric of her bikini top, ripping it from her body and exposing her milky white breasts. The crowd roared it approval, not only for the gratuitous nudity, but also for Rose’s continued determination to maintain the hold.

Chris continued to pummel Rose with hard elbows and knife hand chops that produced heavy groans from Rose and formed large welts and bruises on her exposed breasts. Chris attempted to pull free after each thunderous blow but still Rose, unbelievably, continued to maintain the hold keeping Chris in place. She even went so far as to wrap one of her long legs around the bottom rope to ensure not to be dragged from the corner.

The crowd ooh’d and ahh’d with each massive blow Chris delivered to Rose’s chest and many even screamed for Rose to release the hold and end her abuse. Tears welled in Rose’s eyes, still she inconceivably held on until for all that she was worth suddenly the crowd erupted into cheers of approval. They filled the arena in an instant and Chris immediately knew that something, unbeknownst to him, had changed.

With Rose’s seemingly desperate attempt to hold him in place and the sudden change in the crowd’s reaction, Chris knew that something was afoot. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he knew that he was being set up. His sixth sense, which could only be obtained with ring experience, told him that someone was behind him and knowing that Alyssa was still out cold on the floor outside the ring and Rose was in front of him, he knew that it was either Holly-Marie or someone else. As he finally spun away from Rose, instinct told him to duck. As he did, a sudden burst of flame shot out from the hands of Holly-Marie Combs. It was another special effect she had learned from her time on the set of “Charmed” and brought with her to use in the match. Unfortunately, Chris’ skill and ring presence allowed him to dodge the ball of flame heading toward him. Miss McGowan wasn’t as fortunate. The flames singed the top of Chris’ cowl as he barely ducked beneath the streaming ball of fire as it hurled past, and it left Rose directly in the path of the oncoming burst.

Rose’s screams could be heard even outside the jam-packed arena as she immediately covered her face with her hands and fell to the canvas kicking and wailing in agony. Horror spread across the face of everyone present, especially Holly-Marie who quickly rushed toward her badly injured co-star. However, she never made it to help poor Rose as Chris quickly stepped forward and caught Holly-Marie with a vicious lariat clothesline around her throat and upper chest. Holly-Marie’s head snapped back like a rubber band with her hair streaming out in front of her pretty face, taking her off her feet and sending her crashing to the mat. The force of the impact caused her shapely legs to fold up, nearly causing her to make a complete flip onto her stomach, and hung her body, momentarily, in a matchbook position, before falling back to the mat. Holly-Marie’s head rolled from side to side as her body came to rest spread-eagle on the canvas.

Chris once again turned his attention to Rose, who was still covering her face and screaming face down on the mat. Leaping in the air above Rose, Chris turned his body a full 180 degrees, crashing down and dropping his massive thigh across the back of young redhead’s skull. The force of the booming impact caused Rose’s lower body to involuntary rise high off the canvas as her face was crushed into the mat, shattering her petite nose and upper jaw bones. Blood trickled onto the mat from beneath the sweat soaked strains of red hair that concealed Rose’s charred features from those in attendance. Mercifully, some would say, the maneuver ended the young starlets torment by driving her into the peaceful dark slumber of unconsciousness.

Some of the EMTs, who had come down to ringside to assist Alyssa now raced over to the opposite side of the ring in an attempt to aide Rose as Chris once more turned his attention to Holly-Marie who was still struggling to regain her senses on the canvas.

As Holly-Marie moaned and slowly pushed herself up enough to lean on her elbows, Chris again leapt into the air, this time with his legs spread out to either side of Holly-Marie’s head and crashing his full 265 pounds down across her upper chest, once again driving the air out of the young beauty and pancaking her to the canvas. As he rose, Holly-Marie writhed and moaned on the canvas, crossing her arms around her chest in an effort to protect her battered body from further assaults. Chris responded by stomping his boot into the lower abdomen of the defenseless beauty causing her to instantly curl up into a fetal position on the canvas, coughing and gagging at the sudden expulsion of air from her body.

With Rose unconscious and Alyssa still lying on the arena floor outside the ring, Holly-Marie was in serious trouble. Chris reached down and sunk his fingers deep into the thick strands of Holly-Marie’s hair, now mangled and dripping with her own sweat, and forced the young woman to her feet before him. Holly-Marie was on rubbery legs but still managed to swing a weak right hand that slapped across the side of Chris face. Though it caused no damage, the crowd cheered Holly-Marie’s brief display of competitive fire before Chris responded by driving a hard knee into his opponent’s cunt. There was a sickening crack of Holly-Marie’s pubic bone. Her legs buckled as a high pitched wail of pain escaped her lips. She remained standing only because of the grip her attacker still had on her sweat soaked mane. She again coughed and sputtered as small spittles of blood began to trickle from her mouth and her body involuntarily convulsed from the pain.

Taking his victim by the arm, Chris pulled Holly-Marie across his body, Irish-whipping her across the ring. She screamed as she felt like her arm would be torn from its socket. Her rubbery legs barely managed to keep up with the force of the momentum generated until she slammed, back first, into the turnbuckles on the opposite side of the ring. Her spine felt as if it had imploded as she hit and she could feel every bone and organ in her body try to explode out of her chest at the sudden stop of her momentum. Wincing upon impact, Holly-Marie was unable to refocus before Chris followed her into the corner and crashed full force into her battered 120 pound frame. Those in attendance claimed that the already damaged ring literally jerked several inches in the direction of the impact of Chris’ massive frame crashing into Holly-Marie.

Holly-Marie slowly slumped in the corner only to be grabbed by the front of her top and yanked to her feet once again. Propped up in the corner, Holly-Marie was like a rag doll, unable to even raise her arms in defense, as Chris used both hands to tear open the front of her top and pull it from her body, leaving only the sleeves on her arms and exposing her beautiful breasts to all present. Having been released from their confinement, the plentiful orbs jiggled seductively as Holly-Marie whimpered softly and pleaded with her attacker to finally finish her off. Chris responded by cinching an iron claw hold onto each voluptuous breast, mashing them both in his powerful hands. Chris mauled and crushed her soft orbs as Holly-Marie howled in agony, her tender tit flesh torn apart and bloodied in the vise-like grip. Chris continued the destruction of his opponent’s ravaged breasts unimpeded by any defense from Holly-Marie, for several moments. Blood ran from several newly opened wounds on fleshy orbs, dripping from the nipples and areolas of a sobbing Holly-Marie as he pulled at the bloody tits, dragging her out from the corner.

As her breasts were finally released, Holly-Marie’s body literally collapsed from pain and exhaustion only to be held upright as Chris caught her sagging body underneath her limp arms. Holly-Marie was out on her feet as Chris raised her right arm and held it on top of her head. Her eyes rolled as Chris reached back with his right hand and drove a straight right fist squarely between her battered tits. The crunch of knuckles to bone could be heard ten rows back as Holly-Marie’s entire torso caved in around the devastating heart punch. The blow caused her heart to skip a beat and an electric pulse of pain flooded her entire body. Her entire central nervous system momentarily shut down causing the destroyed beauty’s body to collapse onto the canvas like nothing more than a garbage bag full of Jell-o. The move was paralyzing. It would take several moments before Holly-Marie would even be able to wiggle her fingers, but it was not a knockout blow. As a result, Holly-Marie was completely helpless, but fully conscious and able to feel all of the pain she had experienced…and all of the pain she was about to experience.

Alyssa was finally coming to on the arena floor, but was still several moments away for being able to reenter the match. Rose had been destroyed and EMT’s had dragged her still unconscious body to the ring apron and were in the process of bandaging her broken and burned face. That left Holly-Marie, conscious and totally defenseless at the mercy of the monster now towering above her. Chris’ eyes had long since glazed over with the rush of battle and in a dramatic moment strained the muscles in his massive outstretched arms and roared at the heavens before returning his attention back to Holly-Marie who was still struggling to regain any movement in her extremities. Her eyes widened in sheer panic as Chris once again reached down and hauled her to her feet by the throat. Tossing her arm over his massive shoulder, Chris set Holly-Marie up for a choke slam but suddenly had his attention diverted by something crashing across his back.

A figure, dress in black, had come from the crowd and delivered a thunderous blow across Chris’s back with a metal folding chair. It happened so quickly that the majority of the crowd was momentarily unable to distinguish that the figure who had just saved Holly-Marie Combs was her former Charmed co-star, Shannon Daugherty. She had hit Chris with everything she had. The chair bent and contorted around her massive target, but had almost no physical effect on the big man. It did, however, garner his attention. Chris dropped Holly-Marie in a heap and slowly stood erect. His body shook with absolute rage and Shannon’s eyes grew wide in stunned panic as he slowly began to turn around to face her. To her credit however, she didn’t run, although she probably should have. Instead, as Chris slowly made his menacing turn, Shannon raised the chair again and screamed for Chris to come and get her.

“Com’on you bastard!” Shannon shrilled. “Bring it on you mother fucking son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”

As Chris made his full turn to face her, Shannon delivered a Mark McGwire like baseball swing with the chair that found its mark solidly on the side of the head of her intended target. The clang of the metal bouncing off Chris’ skull echoed throughout the arena as the crowd was brought to its feet, roaring its approval at the sudden surprise appearance of a heroine. Shannon’s hands tingled from the reverberation of the chair. Chris’ trademark cowl tore open from the chair shot, exposing half of his now bloodied face, but still he did not fall. He staggered, but did not go down. Shaking his head, Chris regained his balance and Shannon raised the chair again for another swing. This time however, she missed as Chris dove at her, low, spearing Shannon as her swing wizzed by just inches above his head. The chair flew in one direction as Chris drove Shannon to the mat in the other.

Chris slowly climbed off Shannon’s body, shaking his head, obviously still feeling the effects from the chair to the head while Shannon coughed and convulsed in a ball on the canvas. Grabbing a firm hold of her raven locks, Chris pulled Shannon, still clutching her aching abdominals, to her feet. Reaching between Shannon’s legs, Chris scooped her into the air, cradling her against his massive chest. Shannon flailed wildly with her arms and legs but was unable break free as Chris heaved and with one single, fluid motion, jerked Shannon’s body up over his head before turning her over and dropping her down violently over his out stretched knee. Shannon screamed in torment as her body bent awkwardly over the powerful thigh. With an amazing display of strength, Chris lifted the 5’5” 135 pound beauty again, and slammed her across his knee a second time. Then a third …and a fourth…and a fifth. Chris took full advantage of Shannon’s well documented back problems. With each slam across his knee Shannon’s screams, as well as her body, became weaker until her arms and legs hung limp and useless at her side and her screams were nothing more than pathetic, whimpers of pain.

After the fifth backbreaker, Chris dumped Shannon back onto the canvas in a heap. Try as she might, Shannon couldn’t move. Tears streamed down her pain etched face and it was worried that permanent damage may have been done to her spinal column.

Chris surveyed the carnage he created. Shannon had been neutralized, sobbing at his feet. Rose was still unconscious and being tended to by EMTs on the ring apron. Alyssa was now on her feet outside the ring and attempting to break free from ring officials and reenter the match and a battered Holly-Marie was now crawling to the ropes on the far side of the ring. As wrestlers say, it was “time to go home”; it was time, to end it.

Chris ran toward the broken corner and slid beneath the bottom rope catching Alyssa squarely between the breasts with a perfectly executed baseball slide that propelled her back five feet into the safety rail that separates the ring area from the crowd. Alyssa grunted as her bare back crashed into the retaining wall with a resounding slap of sweat soaked skin against it. Chris then proceeded to the ring announcers table where he effortlessly flung aside several ring officials and grabbed the ring bell from the table. Turning the corner, he charged toward the side of the ring where Holly-Marie was pulling herself up by the ropes, in the ring. Holly-Marie had just pulled herself to her knees when Chris reached her and swung the bell for all he was worth. The crowd gasped in horror. The loud, echoing ping of the brass bell crashing into bone was almost deafening. An explosion of crimson shot outward from the point of impact as Holly-Marie’s head was rocked back with enough force to throw her entire body three-quarters of the way back into the ring. She came to rest flat on her back with her arms flung lifelessly above her head, her hair a mangled mess and blood, pouring from the open wound, covering half of her angelic face.

Chris climbed back into the ring amid a shower of debris raining down from every side of the arena. Shannon was just beginning to move. With great pain the young actress was able to arch her back slightly and attempt to massage the pain from her spine. From the corner of his eye, Chris could see a valiant Alyssa once again returning to her feet. With two fistfuls of her locks, Chris hauled Shannon to her feet once again. Still in too much pain to defend herself, Shannon was helpless as Chris drove a knee up into her crotch, doubling her over. Shannon could only moan as Chris positioned her head between his thighs and with a single jerk flipped her high onto his shoulders into a perfect set-up for a powerbomb.

“Noooooo! Oh God Please, Noooooooo!” Cried Shannon as Chris paraded her around the ring toward the broken corner.

With Shannon still held aloft, Chris glared at Alyssa who was just preparing to climb back into the ring. She pleaded with Chris not to do what she knew he was going to. Chris sneered and then threw Shannon like a two-handed shot put out of the ring. Shannon screamed in panic as she flew through the air toward the announce table. Alyssa reacted quickly, rushing to get herself between the table and her friend. Whether she thought she could catch Shannon or was simply attempting to sacrifice herself in a futile effort to save her was unapparent as Shannon’s momentum crashed into her sending both actresses through the table that shattered around them. Both lay unconscious amidst the rubble of broken wood and television monitors. From its awkward position it was possible that Shannon’s left leg had been broken, and Alyssa’ left arm had definitely been broken, not to mention other injuries that weren’t as visible. But Shannon’s back was the major concern for the EMT’s that now rushed to the two broken competitors.

All that remained for Chris now was the pinfall. Stepping across the chest of the lifeless Combs, Chris picked up the remains of the steel chair that Shannon had used earlier and headed to the corner. With chair in hand, Chris climbed to the top turnbuckle. It wobbled beneath him due to the damage of the other corner, but he maintained his balance. Holy-Marie remained motionless on the canvas. Chris then leapt from the top rope in his trademark frog-splash placing the chair in front of his own chest, in mid-air, and landing it, and his full 265 pounds, squarely across the chest of the 120 pound Holly-Marie Combs. Her extremities flopped around like a fish out of water as Chris bounced several times on her chest before coming to rest and demanding a pinfall. The referee climbed into the ring and quickly pounded out a three count as Holly-Marie’s body convulsed uncontrollably beneath Chris’ form. Debris again rained in from all sides. The carnage was extensive as even more EMT’s raced in from the back to assist the injured girls.

Rose McGowan suffered second and third degree burns to her face as well as a shattered nose, upper jaw and orbital bones that would require extensive plastic surgery to repair. In addition, she also suffered several broken bones in her right hand and a grade three concussion as well as a rupture of the third vertebra that would mildly, but permanently, limit the range of motion in her neck.

By contrast, Alyssa Milano got off easy incurring a broken left arm, a scalp laceration requiring 35 stitches and a grade two concussion culmination in post concussion syndrome.

Shannon Daugherty required 16 hours of surgery to repair four broken vertebra in two separate locations of her spine that would require her to be placed in a full body cast for 5 months, a broken left leg and a grade two concussion.

Holly-Marie Combs, by far, suffered the most extensive injuries of the foursome. She had, apparently, stopped breathing, momentarily, after Chris landed the frog-splash at the end of the match that required EMT’s to perform CPR. She also suffered 9 broken or cracked ribs, a punctured lung, several deep lacerations to her breasts that required over 100 stitches and extensive reconstructive surgery to repair, a bruised heart muscle, a grade three concussion that kept her unconscious for nearly a week and a deep gash on her head requiring 76 stitches to close and more surgery to hide the scar. As a result of her injuries, Holly-Marie also permanently lost 33% of the peripheral vision in her left eye.

Police and security lined the entrance ramp to the ring as Chris exited the ring, not waiting for it to be lowered back below the arena floor and made his way back to the locker-room area. Fans continued to boo and throw everything that wasn’t nailed down to express their contempt of Chris’ dismantling of these women. Chris paid them no heed as he, almost oblivious to the madness surrounding him, continued to march up the ramp to the exit. As he marched through the curtain at the top of the ramp, he was met by a half dozen Federation officials, all of whom quietly applauded his performance and congratulated him on his victory. Chris ignored them entirely, except for a brief, contemptuous look in the direction of Carol Walters, and continued to his dressing room locking the door behind him. There he sat, quietly and alone for several moments before he was able to bring himself out of his war-like frame of mind. As he calmed, he turned on the monitor that had been left for him.

The image on the screen was horrific, to say the least. The final moments of the pay-per-view broadcast showed the total devastation he had created. It continually played various images of his destruction of these poor women. He had never viewed one of his matches in this way before. In the ring it was simply business. He had never seen his “work” from this side before, and it made him sick. The final image broadcast was of EMT’s performing CPR on Holly-Marie Combs in the middle of the ring. Chris had to rush into the restroom before he spewed his cookies all over the locker-room floor.

“Oh my God,” Chris said to himself. “What the hell have I become?”

TO BE CONTINUED…