“Ivory?” Vince said out loud. “No, I kind of like Ivory. I don’t want Ivory going up against the African bitches. No I’ll consider Ivory as the guest referee. I think I’ll draw another name for this match up.”

In the back, Ivory had just reluctantly picked her bikini. She was now breathing a huge sigh of relief and being handed a black and white bikini. The other three, Jazz, Shaniqua, and Jacqueline were already on they’re way to the ring. All wearing matching black bikinis. Handpicked by Sable.

Pulling a slip from the DIVA bowl, Vince announces that the opponent for the 3 on 1 handicap match is ………Lita!

The look on Stacey’s face was shock. Lita was still near ringside trying to help Trish up when her name was announced. Stacey asked to see the slip but Vince had already balled it up and tossed it in a convenient shredder next to his chair.

Lita, with Trish’s naked body dangling next to her with one arm over her shoulder looked at Vince with disgust. Knowing that she was being setup. She was being punished for helping Trish.

But before she could help Trish out of the studio, Shaniqua and Jazz attacked her from behind. Jackie rolled into the ring and waited for her partners and Lita to enter.

Ivory wasn’t even out to the ring yet but Shaniqua was holding Lita in a full nelson as Jazz unloaded a barrage of punches and kicks to Lita’s stomach and face. They then took turns whipping her into the ringside support. Causing great pain to her side and back.

Minutes later, Ivory came running down and ordered them to stop and allow Lita to enter the ring.

Not wanting to get disqualified, and lose out financially, Shaniqua picked up Lita over her head, and tossed her over the top rope to the waiting Jackie.

Shaniqua then went to the nearest corner and waited to enter the match. But Jazz saw something else that caught her attention.

Lying naked on the floor, trying to crawl away was Trish. Her former nemesis in the old WWE. A sadistic grin crossed her face as evils deeds passed through her mind.

A sadistic grin was also forming on Vince’s face, as he watched his plan unfold even further.

Jazz lifted Trish to her knees by her blond hair. Trish’s lifeless arms dangled to her side as her eyes stayed closed in a drunken stupor. Jazz shook her head at the position she was in, her enemy Trish Stratus, lifeless, nearly unconscious, naked, and kneeling before her. It was almost too easy.

Jazz was then distracted by the screaming fans closest to her. They were actually yelling for her to inflict more pain, more torture on the helpless blond. Jazz was shocked by their comments. She was usually the aim of their fury, but this crowd wanted more, they wanted violence, and they wanted Jazz to inflict it. Jazz liked the turn of events. She liked the idea of pleasing a crowd by beating this helpless DIVA.

In the ring, Jackie had Lita on the mat in an arm bar/body scissors. Lita’s right arm was stretched out while her ribs were being crushed between Jackie’s muscular thighs. Ivory continued to ask the tired Lita if she wanted to quit, but Lita would have none of it. It was at this time that Ivory noticed that Jazz was not on the ring apron, not in her corner. She spotted her on the floor, and didn’t like what she saw.

Jazz had gotten Trish up, and had carried her to the closest table of fans. Jazz reached around Trish’s arms, locked in a reverse nelson and lifted Trish up off the ground. Instinctively Trish’s legs wrapped around Jazz's waist to try and relieve some of the pain to her shoulders. Trish’s naked frame was now facing the crowd, and just a few feet from them. Jazz slowly walked towards the screaming women, slowly inching closer to their outstretched hands. Once within reach of one particularly loud table, Jazz stopped and told the women to have a touch if they like. Of the 4 woman seated, two, a brunette and a blond, reached up and began stroking Trish’s naked stomach and chest. They took turns pinching her nipples, watching them go to states of arousal, then softening. Jazz finally told the brunette to stand and give her a hand. The excited fan rose and gladly offered her assistance. Jazz turned Trish towards the fan and gave her instructions. The brunette held Trish up in a full nelson as Jazz pummeled her stomach and naked chest. The fan towered over Trish; she was nearly 4 inches taller.

When Ivory came up behind Jazz, she ordered her to stop her attack against Trish, and get to her corner. Jazz immediately turned and got right up into Ivory’s face.

Standing toe to toe, Jazz was 2 inches taller than Ivory, and about 20 pounds stronger. Ivory stood her ground, and reiterated her order for Jazz to get to the ring.

Meanwhile, once Ivory stepped out of the ring, Shaniqua stepped in. She went to Lita’s side and began kicking her in her exposed ribs.

“I don’t need you!” Jackie yelled. “I can do this myself.”

Shaniqua looked shocked. “I’m just trying to get this over with ya stupid bitch!”

“What did you call me?” Jackie asked as she released Lita and stood up to face Shaniqua. Another height mismatch. Shaniqua stood all of 6 feet tall, while Jackie was 5’6”. But what Jackie lacked in height, she made up for in smarts and courage.

Shaniqua respected the veteran and backed off. “Alright, alright, fine, do it your way.”

But as Jackie turned back to Lita, she was struck from behind by a reverse clothesline. She hit the mat face first, and then felt herself lifted and thrown through the ring ropes where she landed on the ground mats. She wouldn’t move for several minutes.

Shaniqua went back to stomping Lita. But after her third kick, her foot was caught between Lita’s right arm and side. Rolling quickly to her side, Lita twisted and brought the tall Amazon down to the mat with her. Shaniqua hit the mat face first and was stunned from Lita’s counter. Lita used what strength she had left and crawled on top of Shaniqua and applied a half-hearted crippler cross face.

Back outside the ring, Jazz and Ivory stood toe to toe.

Jazz snarled down at the shorter Ivory, “If you didn’t have that referee top on, I’d chew you up and spit you out.”

“Well I do,” Ivory retorted, “so you’ll just have to get back in that ring and leave Trish out of this.”

Jazz stared at Ivory, turning to the ring she suddenly drew back her fist and did a check swing at Ivory. Out of reflex, Ivory ducked and covered her face. Jazz laughed at Ivory’s cowering. She finally complied with Ivory’s order and ceased her attack on Trish. Jazz turned to the fans, ignoring Ivory’s presence and called out, “I’m done with her for now, you bitches can play with her if you want.” She finished with a laugh.

The face of the brunette holding Trish lit up, and she turned towards the table she had been sitting at and threw Trish across it.

Immediately the women at the table stood and surrounded the fallen DIVA as she laid across the table like a naked buffet. Within seconds, the two tables nearest the table adorned with Trish, emptied as well and suddenly a dozen women surrounded Trish. Her naked body was no longer visible to the camera.

Back in the ring, Jazz had come in and made the save for Shaniqua. Jazz immediately began pounding Lita’s back and took control of the red head, putting her through a series of painful maneuvers. An over the shoulder torture rack, an abdominal stretch, and her finishing submission move where she locks her hands under Lita’s chin, and pulls her legs backwards with her own, bringing great pain to Lita’s back.

Ivory got close to Lita’s face and practically begged her to submit. After the third submission hold, Lita passed out from the pain and Ivory was forced to declare her the loser.

Ivory called for the bell and declared Jazz’s team the winners. Ivory did what she could to help Lita’s lifeless body from the ring before the winning trio could do anymore damage.

Outside the ring, one of the ringside cameras was now panning the crowd, looking for the table where Trish was. A flock of women still surrounded the table but there was now a woman sitting atop the table. And upon further examination, she was riding Trish’s face with her naked ass. Another stepped up on the table and was removing her panties saying that she was next in line. Meanwhile, at the other end of the circular table, several women were teasing Trish’s crotch. Fingering it, then kissing in it. Looking for responses. But none would come since Trish’s arms hung limp over the sides of the table, and the woman’s ass smothered her face.

Once Lita was finally on a stretcher next to the ring, and the EMTs were taking her out, Ivory shook her head in disgust at the carnage. But her thoughts were interrupted when a hand from behind grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her back into the ring. Shaniqua’s muscular grip catapulted Ivory over the top ropes and threw her down to the mat. Jazz was on her in a flash, stripping her referee bikini top off.

“There, you ain’t no ref no more, and we’ve already won. So I can do whatever I want now!” Jazz taunted her.

From behind, Shaniqua lifted Ivory again by her hair, bringing her to her feet, and threw her backwards into the corner. Before Ivory could catch her breath and open her eyes, Jazz came charging into the corner and buried her shoulder into Ivory’s belly. Shaiqua followed behind once Jazz had moved and repeated the attack. The duo landed this shoulder block several more times before they stopped. The blows hit Ivory so hard; her ass nearly hit the corner post causing her to be in a seated position in the corner.

Jazz stood up, admired her work, and began punching Ivory in the face and chest. When Ivory finally tried to stand and defend herself, Shaniqua’s big foot came in and planted itself against Ivory’s neck, pushing her back into the corner and making her body defenseless. Jazz fired at will, hitting any and all targets she aimed for. Once Ivory’s arms hung lifeless down her sides, Jazz stopped and told Shaniqua to release her. Ivory collapsed to the floor.

With Trish on a table being raped and fondled, Lita being carried out on a stretcher, and Ivory now lifeless in the ring, Jazz declared it a good day. She high-fived Shaniqua and a few fans on her way out.

Vince was nearly speechless at the carnage form this match. But his smile never left his face. Stacy wasn’t smiling though.

“Well,” he finally said, “looks like we’re ready for the next match. Let me draw out a match type and see what it will be. Oh boy! My favorite! This will be a first for any company of mine, but this will be a first stripped match. That’s right, first stripped. The first DIVA to be totally naked will be the loser. And lets see who the DIVA will be. First DIVA is, Dawn Marie, hot dam! The second DIVA is………oh my, Ivory!”

“What?” Stacy complained, “she can’t be in there, she’s already out in the ring!”

“Oh well, rules are rules. Anytime Dawn Marie is ready Sable, send her out.”

To be continued……………………..