EWA – PPV3

By Vincent T.

It was a month to the day when the advertisements began appearing on the television.

Coming Soon! EWA presents, it's 3 rd PPV: “Bringing on the Pain”.

“And bring on the pain it will be as the Women's Heavyweight title is on the line when Sable and Torrie face off as the main event. But a special stipulation has been added where one of these ladies will have to prove herself worthy of being in the title match. A string of matches, Gauntlet style, will determine if this “lucky” DIVA is championship material. Stephanie herself will draw the name from a hat. Good luck ladies!

The second main event will be for the Women's Heavyweight Tag Team titles as the final two teams of our tag team tournament meet. Victoria and Dawn Marie take on Lita and Trish Stratus. Winners take all!

Due to events in the previous PPV, Vincent was given the opportunity to create three matches of his desire. The first was the Gauntlet addition to the Heavyweight Championship match! The second is a revenge match where Jazz and her sister, Zira, will team together to take on Kimberly Page and Ivory. Jazz is seeking revenge for what she claims was bad officiating by Kimberly. The third match Vincent created was for another former employee, and newest member of EWA, Madusa. She will be in a handicap match taking on Asya, Tori, and Jackie Gayda. Four big women in the ring at the same time, what a contest!”

(What the advertisement failed to mention was that during the last PPV, Vincent decided that Stephanie would also participate in this event, but Vincent decided to save her forced participation for another PPV. He felt it would be wasted at this particular event.)

Stephanie was unable to contest the lineup. The two title matches were pretty much according to company policy, whereas the titles would in some way or form be defended at each PPV. And Vincent had full control over the other three matches. She could only sit and watch, and hope that none of her friends were seriously injured.

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SHOWTIME!

Once again, Vincent welcomed the viewing audience and the all female studio crowd to the latest PPV of the new EWA. He promised some spectacular matches tonight, and that this evening would live up to it's billing as “Bringing on the Pain.”

Vince introduced Sunny as his guest announcer and Debra and former Nitro dancer Chae as his referee's for tonight. He then announced that it was time to get it on!

Stephanie came out and per Vince's instructions, reached into a hat that contained slips of paper with either one of two names. Either Sable or Torrie Wilson. Stephanie reached in and slowly pulled out a name. She looked at it before handing it to Vincent and cringed at the name.

“No! Oh no……Torrie I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!” Stephanie cried into the camera that was sending a feed into the dressing rooms.

“Well, as Stephanie just made clear to everyone, the DIVA who will have to prove her value as a Champion is Torrie. Torrie please come out so you can learn the rules of the gauntlet,” Vince announced.

Moments later, Torrie came through the curtain dressed in a pink silk robe that came midway down her thighs. Once in front of Vincent, he declared the rules for the gauntlet:

Rule 1: That the winner of each gauntlet match would continue on towards a title match with Sable.

Rule 2: That each match would be a no DQ/Falls count anywhere match.

Rule 3: That the opponents for Torrie would be up to Vince.

Vincent also declared that the main reason for these matches was to determine the worth of the three DIVAs that Torrie would be facing………… and for Vincent's enjoyment.

Torrie had no choice but to enter the ring and await her first opponent. Shaniqua came through the curtain to a cascade of cheers. She also wore a silk robe to her thighs, but hers was black. Once in the ring, Shaniqua pulled off her robe revealing that she was barefoot and naked underneath. (No boots or shoes was Vincent's new rule.)

Torrie's face showed a sign of disgust as she contemplated colliding with this black naked Amazon. Torrie dropped her robe to reveal a pink thong bikini, matching the ponytail holder in her hair. When Torrie turned to toss her robe over the rope and down to a chair, Shaniqua attacked.

A punch to the back of her head sent Torrie over the top ropes where she landed on her back, near where her robe landed. Shaniqua followed her out and quickly grabbed the chair Torrie had aimed her robe for. Shaniqua slammed the chair on Torrie's back as she attempted to get up. Torrie cried out as Shaniqua slammed the chair a second time. Lifting her back up by the hair, Shaniqua rolled Torrie under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Once there, Torrie rose slowly and turned to defend herself. Shaniqua locked up with Torrie and secured her in a headlock. She then hip-tossed her to the mat, tightening the painful headlock even more. Debra asked Torrie if she wanted to quit, but got no response. Minutes later Shaniqua finally got up and whipped Torrie into the ropes, when Torrie came off Shaniqua attempted to kick Torrie in the stomach but the blond caught her foot, and quickly drove her elbow into the top area of Shaniqua's muscular thigh. Both women crashed to the mat with Torrie landing on Shaniqua's leg, adding to her pain. Shaniqua cried out in agony but quickly tried to recover by grabbing a handful of blond hair. But Torrie had already applied an arm lock around Shaniqua's right leg and was now pulling added pressure against it. Shaniqua released Torrie's hair, but smacked her on the back of the head to try and break the old. Torrie refused to release her leg, and pulled back even harder to try and keep the taller woman on the mat.

Finally seeing her way out, Shaniqua reached backwards and found out that she was a foot from the ropes. With all the strength she had, she stretched and stretched, but she was still inches from release.

Shaniqua then looked at Debra with a pleading face. Debra walked behind Shaniqua and, out of Torrie's view, pulled Shaniqua's hand to the bottom rope.

Shaniqua cried for release, and Debra went around to order it, but Torrie was ready, “No! This is a no disqualification match!”

Debra had no response because he knew that Torrie was right.

But Debra started counting. Torrie pulled back as hard as she could, garnishing loud cries from Shaniqua, but released her thigh just as Debra reached a 5 count.

“If your not going to let me win then tell me now!” Torrie yelled at Debra.

Debra just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Meanwhile, Shaniqua had rolled out of the ring to get a breather. But Torrie saw she was fighting a loosing cause, so she wanted to keep her advantage. She followed Shaniqua out and chased her down planting her heel into the crux of the same leg she was bending just a moment ago in the ring.

Shaniqua fell to the floor. Torrie rolled her over and lifted her injured leg by the heel. Torrie kicked it twice before Shaniqua could finally pull away.

Shaniqua quickly tried to get to her feet and took a wild swing at Torrie's head, but she ducked and kicked her in the stomach and knocked her back down again. Torrie then stomped her knee again and lifted it for another kick. Moments later Torrie lifted Shaniqua up and rolled her back into the ring.

Shaniqua kept rolling and finally pulled herself up in a corner. She sat back on the middle turnbuckle and as Torrie approached, she begged for mercy.

Torrie shook her head no, knowing that this was most likely a ploy. Torrie reared back to take a swing at Shaniqua, but her wrist was grabbed from behind.

Torrie looked back to see Debra holding her wrist and saying, “You shouldn't hit someone injured in a corner, it's just not lady like.”

But Torrie knew what was happening. She looked back to see Shaniqua now standing, smiling, and preparing to strike. With her one free hand, Torrie held it up to defend herself, but Shaniqua was already moving, a fist to Torrie's stomach, and a foot up into Torrie's exposed crotch.

Torrie dropped to her knees, moaning in pain. Shaniqua used her right foot to push Torrie onto her back yet still clutching her crotch with both hands. Shaniqua limped around to Torrie's head and grabbed two handfuls of hair, then dragged her to the center of the ring.

Once there, Shaniqua sat on Torrie's chest and began punching Torrie in the face. After several uncontested shots, Shaniqua rolled off and prepared for her next move. Lifting Torrie's lifeless body by the hair, she whipped her into the ropes and waited for her return. Torrie bounced off the ropes and came back into Shaniqua's waiting arms and was soon locked in a bear hug.

Shaniqua's face revealed the pressure she was applying to Torrie's ribs. And Torrie's cries revealed her pain. Torrie shook and kicked to try and break free. Shaniqua walked around with Torrie's struggle, and revealed by her limp that Torrie's work on her leg had taken its toll. After long moments of pain, Torrie finally dropped her arms to her side and appeared to be done. Shaniqua smiled her joy and dropped the champion to the mat. Shaniqua then went to pin Torrie.

Debra slapped the mat twice before Shaniqua lifted Torrie by the hair and said, “Oh no blondie, you tried to break by leg, so now, I'm gonna break yours.”

“Just pin her you dumbass,” Debra chided her, but Shaniqua had another plan.

Torrie appeared to be asleep so Shaniqua had no trouble dragging Torrie to the ropes and laying her leg across the bottom rope. Shaniqua then went to the corner and climbed up to the top. But along the way, she was forced to favor her injured right leg, causing her extra time to climb. This time was what Torrie needed to get out of her position and crawled up behind Shaniqua. When Shaniqua finally turned around as she stood on the top rope, Torrie grabbed her right ankle and yanked it forward, causing Shaniqua to crash down in the corner, all the way to the mat with her injured leg collapsing underneath.

Shaniqua cried out in pain as Torrie dragged her by her inured leg to the middle of the ring. Torrie then quickly wrapped Shaniqua's leg around her own and dropped down in a figure-four leg lock.

Shaniqua's cries turned into screams. The former fitness model was torturing the stronger woman into submission. Shaniqua tried to tap out, she called to Debra to submit, but Debra only looked to Vincent for his approval to end the match. After minutes of pain and tears, Vincent finally nodded and Debra accepted Shaniqua's cry of submission.

Torrie released Shaniqua's legs and crawled out of the ring to the safety of a dressing room.

Vincent was not happy. He fully expected the stronger Shaniqua to wipe the floor with the Champ, but it was not going to happen tonight. Shaniqua had to be helped from the ring as she limped to the back area.

Match number two was called for as Zira and Jazz came out to the ring wearing matching black thong bikinis. Moments later, Kimberly Page and Ivory came out. Ivory wore her purple thong while Kimberly wore an orange thong.

Once in the ring, Jazz confronted Kimberly and told her that this match would be nothing but pain for her. Ivory stepped between them and told Jazz that this was a tag match, not a singles, and that she would have to go through her first.

The women finally realized that they had no referee and looked to Vincent and Debra for instructions. Debra grabbed a microphone and announced that this was a Rumble style match where the last women left in the ring, that hasn't been thrown over the tope rope and touched the floor, would be the winner or winners.

Kimberly looked puzzled as she took in these new rules, but Jazz and Zira seemed prepared as they both attacked Ivory at the same time. They punched and kicked her down to the mat until she was trapped between them both.

Once Kimberly realized her partner was in trouble, she attacked Zira from behind with a punch to her back. But Zira was much stronger than Kimberly and more absorbing to a punch. Zira turned and slapped Kimberly across the right cheek, knocking her back into a corner. Once there, Zira rammed her shoulder into Kimberly's abs, knocking the former dancer back into a seated position.

Zira turned to check on Jazz who was now lying behind Ivory with her thighs wrapped around Ivory's waist, and her arms wrapped around Ivory's head in a painful vice. Ivory was unable to reach back and free herself because of the pain on her waist, she was forced to endure what she could in hopes of an assisted release.

Seeing her partner's success, Zira returned back to her prey. She quickly ripped off Kimberly's orange top, and wrapped it around her neck and began choking the brunette. Kimberly kicked about trying to free herself, but found no success against the stronger opponent. Zira pushed Kimberly's head back so that she was staring at the ceiling, and tied the bikini top around the top turnbuckle. Kimberly cried out from the pain her back was now enduring as it remained arched back.

Zira then turned to help her sister. Jazz released Ivory and stood over her aching opponent. Ivory coiled on the mat, holding her stomach that had been stretched and squeezed, and her head that was just squeezed by Jazz's muscular arms.

The duo lifted Ivory up by her arms and simultaneously delivered kicks to her stomach. They pushed her back against the ropes and whipped her to the other side. They joined hands and charged the rebounding Ivory to clothesline her. But as Ivory approached she ducked as all three women bounced off opposite ropes. Ivory returned and delivered a dropkick where each foot struck each opponent. All three women fell to the mat.

But Ivory was still holding her stomach as she tried to get up. Jazz got up first and cursed at Ivory for striking them.

“Your gonna pay for that bitch!” She informed Ivory.

Ivory looked up to see Jazz's foot coming at her stomach again. Ivory fell back to the mat and was soon mounted by Zira who unloaded a barrage of punches to Ivory's face and head.

“Sit on her face and hold her down!” Jazz ordered her sister.

Zira grabbed Ivory's hands that were trying to cover her face and pushed them above Ivory's head, Zira then slid her thonged ass onto Ivory's face and held her down as Jazz made her move. When Ivory tried to buck Zira off, her ankles were immediately grabbed by Jazz who held them up and struck Ivory's unprotected crotch with her heel.

Ivory's scream was muffled by Zira ass as Jazz set Ivory up to do it again, and again, and again. After the fourth kick, Ivory's hands were limp in Zira's grasp.

Once Jazz released Ivory's ankles Zira stood up. The partners lifted the lifeless body of Ivory up and threw her over the top rope. Ivory didn't hit anything until the floor mats broke her fall.

Once satisfied with the destruction of Ivory, the sisterly duo turned to find their remaining opponent. Across the ring, Kimberly was still tied in the corner, unable to free herself, only now, Debra was standing in front of her, fondling her breasts. Kimberly had no idea who was touching her since she was looking at the ceiling. She tried to push the hands away, but every time she grabbed for them, they would pinch her nipples and pull.

“Having fun?” Jazz asked Debra as they walked up beside her.

“You know it.” She replied.

“Well, let us know when you're done so we can finish this bitch off too.” Zira offered.

“I'll let you know.” Debra answered as she climbed the corner, positioning herself over Kimberly so that she could see who was attacking her.

Once Debra was standing on the second ropes, the crowd erupted. Debra noticed, smiled at the female fans and began a seductive dance over her bound prey. Kimberly tried to push Debra off when she saw it was her, but Zira and Jazz each grabbed a wrist and held them to the side, allowing Debra free reign.

Debra slowly pulled her short coat off to the excitement of the crowd, and then threw it to the announcing table, then she removed her referee bikini top and threw it to the crowd, stirring them into even more of a frenzy. She then taunted Kimberly by showing her how much bigger and firmer her own breasts were. She massaged her orbs, licking her own nipples as she eyed Kimberly.

“I know you wish you had these, wishing yours were this big, this luscious. Well, you can't own mine, but I'm gonna give them to you, right where you want them!” After this, Debra bent over and placed her breasts directly on top of Kimberly's nose and mouth. Kimberly kicked and tried to fight her off, but a punch from Zira to her stomach, followed by a kick from Jazz to her crotch, slowed down that effort.

After moments of smothering, Debra finally lifted her breasts up, revealing Kimberly's lifeless face. She stepped down and sauntered around the ring to the adulation of the crowd. Zira untied Kimberly from the corner turnbuckle and dragged her to the center of the ring. Jazz forced her head between her thighs, and with Zira's help, they lifted Kimberly up into a piledriver, dropping her right in the middle of the ring.

Jazz then hoisted Kimberly's topless frame above her head and dropped her back-first across her knee, bringing her back to reality. But held her there as Zira came flying off the top turnbuckle with a legdrop across Kimberly's neck, catapulting her backwards, back to the center of the ring and face down.

Kimberly was barely moving when Zira went behind her and grabbed her left ankle and wrapped it in an ankle lock. Kimberly began crying out for help but got none since Ivory was already out of the match, barely moving on the outside herself. But as she flailed about, Jazz seized her right arm and locked in a crippler crossface. With both submission moves being applied at once, Kimberly was unable to fight either off, forced to endure the pain as long as these two women kept it coming. Kimberly tried tapping out with her one free limb, but was reminded by a laughing Debra that this was an over the top rope match, not a pin or submission match.

Tears began tracing down Kimberly's cheeks as the pain became too much for her to bear. Once Jazz felt her body go limp, she released her hold and ordered Zira to do the same. Just to make sure she was done, Zira intertwined their legs in a figure four leglock. With her legs in an excruciating position, Kimberly just lay on the mat; face up, not fighting or moving at all.

For final pain infliction, Jazz sat on Kimberly's stomach, and punched her face until she bled from her nose and lip before getting up and helping her sister toss Kimberly's lifeless body over the top rope.

Debra raised their hands as the winners and Vincent announced that they were the number one contenders for the tag team titles and guaranteed a spot in the next tag title match at the next PPV.

Zira and Jazz both hugged Debra before they exited the ring, but they weren't done. Zira lifted Kimberly and carried her to the crowd. She stopped just short of their reach and asked, “Who wants her?” The entire group erupted but Zira eyed a group of women to the far side on the announcers and delivered her prize to them. Three women reached out, grabbing Kimberly's arms and hair and dragged her behind the security wall. The three women were soon joined by many more as they laid Kimberly across an empty table and circled her for their late night snack.

Meanwhile, Jazz had kicked Ivory back to the floor, ripped of her bikini top and was now tying it around her throat.

“What you gonna do with her sis?” Zira asked.

“I think I'll keep her around tonight for a pet, what do you think?” Jazz replied.

“Sounds great to me.” Zira concurred as they led Ivory out through the curtain on her new leash.

“Whew! How fun was that?” Vincent asked to no one in particular.

A backstage camera came on and it showed Sunny knocking on Torrie's dressing room door. No answer caused Sunny to open the door and walk through the room, instructing the camera to follow her to the bathroom. Sunny and the camera found Torrie still showering after her match with Shaniqua.

Torrie noticed the crowd outside her shower and asked what they wanted.

Sunny informed her that the second stage of her gauntlet match was about to begin.

“Let me finish my shower please, and I'll be out in a few minutes!” She asked.

Sunny opened the shower door and said, “Well, Vincent thought that you would say that, so he said that since it is a falls count anywhere match, that I was to come back here and start the match.”

Under the running water, Torrie asked, “Start the match? Who's my opponent?”

Sunny replied with a right cross to Torrie's left cheek, knocking the current champion down to the floor of the shower stall.

“Why, it's me Torrie honey. Your opponent for stage 2 of your gauntlet is none other than the legendary DIVA, Sunny!'

Sunny turned and winked at the camera, “this is gonna be fun.”