By Vincent T.

Vince was tired. He was tired of loosing money. He was tired of over-inflated egos, he was tired of the bad ratings, and he was tired of trying to please people. But most of all, he was tired of loosing money!

So what was the Chairman of the WWE to do?

Whatever the hell he wanted!

It was his money and it was his company. If it was going to go down the financial tubes, he would go down doing it the way he wanted.

Vince called all the wrestlers together, both male and female, and read them this statement.

“The next pay-per-view will be an all DIVA promotion. The only employees participating will be DIVAs. It will be rated “R”, and there will be nudity. However, there will also be big payoffs to those who agree to participate. No DIVA will be forced to participate; only those that volunteer will be put on the program. After the purse is counted for revenue, the fate of the company will then be taken into consideration and the future of the company plotted. All DIVAs wishing to partake in this highly profitable venture should come forward and signup. That is all.”

Dozens of male wrestlers left the room confused. Even Vince’s son-in-law, HHH. He hadn’t been invited to this planning meeting, mostly because there wasn’t one. This was Vince’s idea, and Vince’s decision alone.

Each DIVA asked the same question as they approached.

“How much nudity?”

To each Vince’s reply was, “Enough to make us all very rich.”

Vince left the podium to chat with his lawyer, who was waiting to the side of the room, and the DIVAs chatted amongst each other, some signing, and some choosing not too.

In the middle was Vince’s number one girl, Sable. She made sure that her signature was at the top of the list. Then she went through the crowd of DIVAs and pushed the idea of an all DIVA PPV to each woman. Vince noticed her work, and made a mental note to thank her later.

Once the room was empty, Vince and his lawyer walked to the list and scanned their prospects.

After Sable elaborate signature, the following names were signed: Ivory, Torrie Wilson, Victoria, Jackie Gayda, Jacqueline, Terri Runnels, Shaniqua Wilson, Jazz, Dawn Marie, Molly, Gail Kim, and Lita. And to Vince’s surprise, the last name signed also had a note beside it. It was the name Trish Stratus, and the side note said “no nudity.”

Vince smirked at the blonde’s request, and said sadistically to his lawyer, “No nudity? Oh, I think Miss Stratus will enjoy the most nudity. Nobody, and I mean nobody tells Vince McMahon how to run his company.”

Each DIVA was sent a letter telling them when and where to come for the live PPV. The telecast would come form a small studio, reminiscent of the old wrestling shows where they wrestled in a ring surrounded by dozens of close-seated fans. None of them were told whom they would be wrestling. Also sent a letter was Stacey Keibler. Although her name wasn’t on the list, he knew that if her name was at least on the program, it might get another million viewers. Stacey agreed to come but only on the agreement that she would provide color commentary alongside Vince.

The night of the PPV, all the women were shown to a group dressing room, and each was given a choice of what they could wear: a bikini, or nothing! The bikini colors were pink, black, light blue, red, orange, yellow, white, or tan.

Several of the DIVAs barked at this stipulation, claiming that was not agreed upon. But after some coaxing from Sable, and being reminded of how much money they stood to gain, a little skin was worth it. Trish was the last to be convinced, but when Sable showed her the skimpy thong bikinis, she assured her that with help, the suit could be tied so that it wouldn’t come off. Trish finally admitted that she didn’t mind the suit; she just didn’t want to be stripped.

“These aren’t going to be ‘1st DIVA stripped matches’, their wrestling matches. I’m sure she other girls won’t mind losing their tops.” She finished with a smile.

Minutes later, a television monitor came to life in the dressing room and on the screen was Vince welcoming everyone the 1st “DIVA Delight PPV. All DIVAs, All Night!”

Vince then went on to explain how the night would work. He read off the list of DIVAs participating and explained that he would call on each DIVA to participate in a variety of match styles. Each match would be decided by whatever slip of paper he pulled from a bowl. He then had a bowl with all the names of the DIVAs.

He then said, “Just sit back watch, this is how it works.”

The first slip he pulled out was a “Special Guest Referee Match”.

“Alright, we have our first match style. Now I’ll reach into the bowl of DIVAs and find out who are participants are………the first DIVA will be…Trish Stratus. The second DIVA will be…the current Woman’s Champion, Molly. Wow, what an opening match. And now I’ll reach into the bowl and find out which DIVA will act as the special referee………………it will be Gail Kim! Ladies, you have five minutes to get out to the ring!”

As the live feed cut to promos for DIVA items for sale, Vince came back onto the screen that was live in the dressing room and informed all the DIVAs that the contract they signed stipulated that if the DIVAs failed to show up for their match, they would be fined $100,000 and fired from the WWE company.

“That’s not fair that I have to wrestle Molly with Gail in the ring!” Trish shot back. But Gail walked up beside Trish and said, “it’s okay Trish, that bad blood between us was back on RAW, this is a new show, a clean slate for all of us.”

Trish’s look revealed that she still didn’t trust the rookie, but saw that she didn’t have much of a choice. She walked over to select her bikini, chose a royal blue thong set and went to the restroom area to change. As she went in, Molly came out wearing a white thong bikini. Trish smirked at the thought of Molly wearing white, to which Molly replied, “The queen of wrestling should be in white.” Molly continued on out into the studio.

Gail walked over to the bikinis and searched for one. But Sable informed her that the referees had special suits. She pulled out a black and white striped thong bikini and handed it to Gail.

Out in the studio, Molly was shaking hands with whatever fans would reach out. But the room erupted when Trish came out. But to Trish’s surprise, the entire studio was filled with women. Ladies ranging from ages 17 to their late 40’s. Trish seemed confused that Vince would fill the room with all women, but seemed friendly enough as most every one of them extended their hands to shake hers. Minutes later Gail came out to a chorus of boos. To which she flipped them off and crawled into the ring.

At ringside, Vince picked up a PA mike and announced that there was extra incentive for the winner. Each match would take an even percentage of the PPV revenue. And with the matches, the winners got 60% of that amount, the house would take 25%, the referee would get 14%, and the loser, 1%.

Molly and Gail exchanged a wink as Trish threw a shocked look at Mr. McMahon.

But as she did, Molly attacked the blonde from behind, clubbing her back, forcing her to fall face first to the mat. Molly then sat on her back and began punching the back of Trish’s head.

Minutes after Molly’s attack, Gail finally pointed to Stacey Keibler, who was sitting by Vince, and told her to ring the bell.
Back in the ring, Molly was still sitting on Trish’s back, but now she had her fingers entrenched in Trish’s hair, and was slamming Trish’s face against the mat. Trish cried out and tried to reach around to get Molly off her back, but was weak from the first attack.

Molly then pushed Trish’s face against the mat, trying to mar her face with mat burns. Trish then made a stronger effort to get up but was unable to as Gail stepped up to ask her if she wanted to quit. Because when Gail got close to the action, she stepped on either side of Trish’s head, whereby stepping on her blond hair and keeping her trapped to the mat.

“Do you want to quit Trish? Just say it and it’ll be over.”

“Say it whore!” Molly demanded, “Say it, or there will be a lot more pain than this!”

Trish just cried out from the pain of her hair being pulled out as she tried to get up. Molly got up to her feet using the closest ropes, then jumped down and smashed her ass on Trish’s back. Molly got up again and dropped down two more times before she got up and walked to the middle of the ring. It was at this time that Gail stepped off Trish’s hair and stood nearer to Molly.

The conspirators exchanged a low five and laughed at their accomplishment thus far. Trish got up to her elbows, but fell back on her face because of the pain now shooting through her back. Molly then went to Trish and lifted her up by the hair. Trish screamed from the pain in her head, and the continued pain in her back.

With a spin and a toss, Molly flung Trish across the ting by her hair, causing Trish to land spread eagle into a corner. Another hair lift and another toss and Trish was in the opposite corner. But the third lift and toss was purposefully done too close to the corner and Trish crashed into the corner with her feet tangle in the middle ropes, her head against the mat. Seeing an opportunity, Molly charged at the dazed blonde and lifted her dangling legs up and wrapped her ankles around the top ropes.

The crowd had been cheering at most every move Molly had done; now they just seemed to be cheering for more violence.

With Trish trapped upside down in the corner, Molly leaned into her opponent, looked over the top turnbuckle and spoke to the all female crowd.

“You girls want to see if she’s a real blond?”

“Hell yeah!” Some replied, most others were just screams of support.

With delight on her face, Molly went about ripping Trish thong off her waist. Trish’s hands came up to protest, but Molly grabbed each of them, strong armed them back to the mat, stepped on them with each foot, and went back to stripping Trish.

Once the strip was removed, Molly held it up and then threw it to the loudest section of cheering women. Trish cried out in protest but was drowned out by the cheering hoard.

When Molly heard Trish’s cries, she returned to dominating her opponent. Molly began chopping Trish’s naked crotch. Several right hands connected and brought tears to Trish’s eyes. Once it was evident the pain Trish was in, Molly mockingly began rubbing Trish’s crotch, trying to ease Trish’s pain, but once Trish went quiet, Molly began chopping again. More cries from Trish finally brought referee Gail to the corner.

“Alright, alright, let’s give Trish a chance here.”

Trish sensing a chance for a reprieve was glad for Gail’s intrusion. But when Gail failed to released Trish’s trapped ankle from the top turnbuckle, she protested again.

“Hey………Gail, I’m trapped, help me…………please, help me.”

Trish pawed at Gail’s ankles, but received no help. But she was shocked when she felt something warm run along her crotch. When she came out from her upside down haze, she realized that Gail was licking her crotch. Exactly where she had felt chopping pains moments ago, she was feeling erotic strokes from the referee.

Molly just stood back, taking a breather and smiling as the “bias” referee took advantage of the situation.

“No…………no…” Trish begged, “please stop……………please.”

But her begging was overcome by her bodily urges from inside. An orgasmic event was brewing from her nether region and in her current state; she was physically unable to control it. Within minutes, Trish’s body shivered and convulsed as an orgasmic flow overtook her form and she shook from the affects.

Once her body seemed to be coming down from it’s internal explosion, and as she still hung upside down in the corner, Molly pulled Gail away from her opponent, and planted a well aimed foot into Trish’s exposed stomach.

An immediate jolt of pain brought Trish back to reality and back into the match. She immediately reached out and grabbed both of Molly’s ankles, trying to pull them towards her in an effort to bring her down to the mat, but was stopped as Molly grabbed a handful of Trish’s crotch hair, and yanked. Another scream from Trish, this one the loudest yet caused her to release Molly’s ankles. But Molly was now free to resume her attack.

After two more kicks to Trish’s stomach, Molly knelt down and began ripping Trish’s top off. It wasn’t hard with the former fitness model in a painful daze. One she had her bikini top off, and Trish’s massive orbs leaned to the mat because of gravity, Molly crawled out of the ring and positioned herself behind the ring-post, behind Trish.

Once there, Molly used the bikini top and wrapped it around Trish’s neck as a choker. She pulled it back towards her bending Trish head back, further stretching her body and neck with her feet still under the top turnbuckle.

Trish’s naked frame now hung upside down in the corner, Molly pulling her in a noose-like grip from behind, choking her with all that she had. Trish’s weak arms went to the noose, trying to loosen the hold, but Molly had positioning and strength.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Gail saw an opportunity for a little “return of service”.
She walked towards the trapped Stratus, and climbed the ropes. She stepped with her right leg over Trish’s exposed crotch, and straddled her with her own. She slid her referee bikini bottom strap to one side and sat her crotch down on top of Trish’s. Gail began riding Trish to an orgasm of her own. Holding the ropes for leverage, she rode Trish for several minutes before succumbing to an orgasm of her own.

When she composed herself and finally climbed off, she noticed Trish hanging still but no Molly. When she looked for Trish’s opponent, she saw her being attacked by Lita.

Backstage: the monitor was on and Lita had seen all she could take of her friend being double-teamed. Seconds later, she was into the studio and attacking Molly. She and Molly were trading punches when Gail saw them and immediately disqualified Trish for outside interference.

Vince called for security to come out and break Lita and Molly up. Several female security guards, all rather attractive for guards came up and held the two women apart. Seconds later Molly broke free and landed two punches to Lita’s face before she was restrained. Lita had to be helped to the back, whereas Molly left under her own strength as Gail walked with her raising her hand as the winner.

Vince was reeling with excitement over the first match as he turned to the wheel of decision to find out what the next match would be.

“A handicap match! A three on one match” Vince announced.

“Oh no……” Stacey chimed in, “the poor girl who has to do that will be in trouble.”

“And let’s see who that poor girl will be facing……the first member of the three-DIVA team is Jacqueline……the second is Shaniqua……the third is Jazz! And the woman facing this terrible threesome is……Ivory!”

To be continued………………………………