By Vincent T.

Seeing an opportunity, Dawn Marie grabbed the bikini thong suit she had requested and began changing as she ran down the hall towards the studio ring. Ivory was still semi-conscious in the ring where Jazz had left her.

Vince was barely through officially announcing the next match when Dawn Marie came bursting through the curtain, slipping her red bikini top on.

She rolled into the ring and immediately grabbed at Ivory’s thong. If she could remove it before Ivory came to, she would be declared the winner.

Just as she had it down to Ivory’s knees, Ivory came to and rolled away from Dawn. Unfortunately for her, she rolled into the ropes, trapping herself.

Dawn followed up and continued to pull down the thong. Ivory quickly garnished what energy she had left and swung her feet at Dawn’s head, knocking her off balance and to the center of the ring. Ivory quickly rolled out of the ring. But with her thong around her ankles, she was unable to make a soft landing. Instead she landed on her side and shoulder. She did however have enough sense to reach down and pull her thong bikini back up and on.

Ivory struggled around the sides of the ring, trying to get her wits back. She was so confused that when she saw the announcing table she stopped and asked what was happening. Vince laughed and told her she was in a stripper match with Dawn Marie.

When Ivory’s face showed more confusion, Stacy removed her headset and went to her side, supported her to stand, and informed her of the shady drawing. And quickly told her that the first girl naked would be the loser. About that time, Dawn had come back around in the ring and crawled out of the ring to continue her assault.

“Watch out Ivory!” Stacy called out as she saw Dawn coming behind Ivory. Ivory heard and ducked to the side, but Dawn heard Stacy’s call and kept charging. She ended up spearing Stacy back against the announcer’s table, sprawling her out on the top. Stacy lay in a dazed position as Vince stood, backing up, and admired Dawn’s handy work.

Vince winked at Dawn, pointed at Stacy and whispered, “I’ll double your purse if you can strip her too!”

Dawn smiled from ear to ear, and nodded her agreement. She looked at Ivory, who was now staggering away from Dawn and the announcer’s table. She deduced that if she attacked Stacy now, Ivory could turn and come after her. So, with only a few seconds to spare before Ivory recovered, Dawn grabbed Stacy’s chair, and after rolling Stacy over onto her stomach, she waited for Stacy to try and lift her head. Once she did, Dawn brought the chair down on her head, knocking her unconscious.

Dawn then looked for Ivory. She would find her doubled over on the other side of the ring. Once there, Dawn used the same chair to hit Ivory across her exposed back and knock her down to the floor.

Seeing no further use for the chair, Dawn lifted Ivory by the hair and flung her wobbly body into the ring. Again she tried to remove Ivory’s thong, but was thwarted again by Ivory’s determination not to lose.

Ivory pushed the stronger woman away, hoping to get a break and relief for the pain in her back. But when she crawled to a corner, Dawn followed her. Ivory tried to climb the ropes, to a standing position, but the pain in her back slowed her, and this was compounded by Dawn Marie’s foot stomping her square in the back. Dawn continued to stomp at Ivory’s back, hoping to weaken the former champion into a submission. Maybe even force her to remove her own thong. Complete humiliation.

When Ivory slumped back into the corner, Dawn grabbed the bikini top Ivory had used during the previous match, and tied Ivory’s right wrist to one side of the top turnbuckle. Dawn then removed her own bikini top and tied Ivory’s left wrist to the other side of the corner, securing her there, with her back to the ring.

Dawn then began punching Ivory in the kidneys, well-aimed shots with knuckle hits. Ivory cried out from the pain, several times falling to her knees. But each time she rested there, Dawn would violently lift her back up by her long hair. When Ivory began to slump into the corner, Dawn lifted Ivory’s right leg and draped it over the middle ropes, hanging outside the ring. Dawn then draped Ivory’s left leg over the opposite middle rope. Ivory was an easy target. Dawn stepped back and brought her right foot up place-kicker style, directly into Ivory’s open crotch. If Ivory was close to passing out, this brought her back too.

Three kicks later and Ivory had tears streaming down her face. Dawn looked to the crowd, they screamed for more.

Dawn could barely make out Trish’s body still draped over a table. But the crowd was hers now. All except for one Asian woman. She was sitting on Trish’s prone body. Rubbing her breasts, touching her face. Slowly rocking her crotch over Trish’s belly. Trish was out. But this woman was enjoying her time with her anyhow.

This gave Dawn an idea. After slamming Ivory’s bobbling head against the corner turnbuckle three times, she released her hands and watched as she fell to the floor backwards, landing on her head as her feet were still hanging over the middle ropes.

Dawn planted one foot in Ivory’s crotch, and lifted herself up using the top ropes. Dawn bounced up and down with her foot placed right in Ivory’s crotch, adding more injury to insult. Upside down, Ivory was unable to defend herself. Before Dawn hopped down, she lifted herself again, and brought her knee down crashing into Ivory’s pubic mound. Dawn stepped down and resumed her plan.

Dawn pulled Ivory’s legs loose, and then crawled out of the ring. She dragged Ivory’s lifeless body from the ring, and then lifted her up in a body slam pose.

“Who wants her?!” Dawn yelled to the crowd.

The same women, who devoured Trish only moments ago, were now screaming for fresh meat.

Smiling, Dawn carried Ivory around the barrier and slammed her onto a table, and then backed up as the female crowd surged in like vultures.

“All I want is her thong!” Dawn announced. Seconds later, it was handed to her and the match was officially over.

Dawn pranced back to the announcer’s table, Ivory’s thong bikini hanging from her teeth, just as Stacy began to stir. Dawn saws this and quickly grabbed the clipboard that Stacy was toting around before. Dawn breaks the clipboard over Stacy’s head, and drags her wobbly body to the ring. Within seconds, Dawn had Stacy down to her white bra and thong panties.

All of Stacy’s clothes were thrown into the screaming crowd except for her black suit coat she had worn with her black mini skirt. Dawn removed Stacy’s white thong first. Held it up to her face and breathed in a full breathe. She smiled at Vince, as he returned the grin.

She then pulled Stacy up to her feet from behind, and pushed her to the side of the ring with the loudest women. She hung Stacy’s arms over the top rope and teased the crowd by rubbing up against the back of Stacy’s nude body, running her fingers through her hair, then rubbing her hands over Stacy breasts that were still hiding behind the strapless white bra, running her hands down her sides, over her hips and along her thighs.

After stirring the crowd to a frenzy, Dawn gave them what they wanted. She ripped Stacy’s bra apart and revealed to an audience something that had never been seen by the public eye, Stacy’s naked breasts. The women in the studio audience went nuts.

Seeing their pleasure, Dawn tied Stacy’s wrists together behind her back and pushed her from the ring. She followed her out and lifted her up, displaying her before the loud crowd. She held Stacy up and within inches of the outstretched fingers of the roaring audience.

Women leaned as far as they could, stretching their hands out trying to touch the breasts of the tall blond being dangled before them. After torturing them long enough, Dawn relented and pushed Stacy into the arms of the crown who quickly pulled her naked body over the security wall and dragged her to a table liked a carcass for dinner.

Dawn Marie watched with sadistic delight as Stacy was dragged away. She then retrieved Stacy’s suit coat and put it on her topless torso, made her way to the announcing table where Vince greeted her with a hug, kiss, and an invite to fill Stacy’s seat as his co-announcer, to which she readily agreed.

“Well, I guess we’d call that match over, and declare Dawn Marie the winner by far! So, for out next match, let’s see what it will be…………..why, it’s a survivor match! Oh my. The ladies involved will be…. well, I guess they will be all the DIVA’s we have left. They will come out one at a time, and then fight till only one is left in the ring!”

“Wow, Mr. Vince,” Dawn chimed in, “that sounds very exciting!”

“Why yes it does, Dawn Marie, good observation. And since it was so good, why don’t you select the first two DIVAs to participate.”

“Oh, thank you Mr. Vince, well I can’t wait to see Torrie Wilson get in the ring, but there are so many other great Diva’s, I just can’t pick just one.”

“I agree,” Vince added, “so instead of one more to start, would it be easier if you picked two?”

“Why yes it would Vince.”

“Okay Marie, which two DIVAs would you like to see join Torrie in the ring to start our last match?”

As Dawn Marie was contemplating opponents for Torrie, Ms. Wilson came out to the ring, past the whistling female audience. Wearing a yellow thong bikini, Torrie made quite an attractive distraction. Torrie did notice Trish still under an Asian woman on a table, and also saw her friend Stacy being smothered by several women as they held her down on another table.

Once in the ring, Torrie walked to the announcer’s side and glared at the woman deciding her immediate fate.

With a smile, Dawn announced, “I think it would be very entertaining tonight if the next two DIVAs out were Victoria and Gail Kim!”

“You heard her Sable, sent out Gail and Victoria!”

to be continued…………