EWA – PPV3 (continued)

Sunny reached down and grabbed Torrie by her left ankle and dragged her naked, wet body out of the private shower. When Torrie's head knocked against the 3-inch water wall, she came back to. She immediately cried out in pain, and then tried kicking out of Sunny's grip on her ankle. But to no avail.

Once out on the carpet, Sunny dropped her ankle, and kicked her in her stomach. Torrie curled up for protection, but was kicked again on her back, then on her side, and finally once on her head. Torrie finally rolled away and tried to stand, but a quick kick to her chest sent her falling back to a seated position against a wall. Torrie's head bounced off the wall, leaving her in a dazed state.

Sunny sat down on Torrie's lap and wrapped her hands around Torrie's throat. Torrie's hands immediately came up and tried to pull Sunny's off, but she was too weak and tired. Moments later, Sunny stood, lifting Torrie up by her neck as she did. She reared back and flung Torrie across the room. Torrie landed on the carpet with two new burns to prove it. Naked and face down, Torrie was in no shape to defend herself. Nor was she able to stop Sunny from pulling her arms behind her back, and handcuffing her wrists together. Sunny laughed at her accomplishments.

“Damn this is just too easy!” Sunny proclaimed as she turned to the camera, “If I had known if would be this much fun, I might have invited some friends to come and watch! But then again, the cameraperson is a good friend, aren't you?”

The camera bobbed up and down, revealing an answer.

“Or should I say camera woman?” Sunny finished with a sadistic smile. Again, the camera nodded.

Sunny lifted Torrie up by the hair, to a kneeling position. A slap across her face brought another cry. A backhanded slap across the other cheek, another moan. Torrie slumped so that her ass was now resting on her feet. Sunny shook her head at her defeated opponent, then pressed her foot against Torrie's naked chest, and pushed her back down to a lying position.

Sunny lifted both Torrie's ankles for the next obvious attack.

“No, please don't!” Torrie begged. Sunny smiled, and stomped Torrie's crotch. Another scream from Torrie.

“I'm not sure if that was a scream of pain, or of enjoyment.” Sunny asked herself. “Let's try it again and see.”

Another stomp, another scream. After the third stomp to the unprotected crotch, Torrie fell silent, passing out from the pain.

“Why, I do believe she's passed out on me.” Sunny mocked in her southern belle accent.

Sunny looked at the camera and said, “I guess I'll just have to wake her up.”

Sunny lifted Torrie by her feet and dragged her back into the shower. Once there, Sunny stood over Torrie as she adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature. Sunny then turned and faced the camera so that the viewing audience could see her take an erotic shower, pulling her wet clothes off as she drenched herself in the sudsy water.

After posing, stripping, and rinsing for everyone's viewing pleasure, she bent over and lifted Torrie by her hair, and pushed her back first against the wall where there was a towel rack, just above their heads. The cameraperson gave Sunny a key and she unlocked one of the handcuffs. Sunny ran it behind and over the towel bar. Then refastened it to Torrie's free hand. Torrie came to about a second too late as she began to struggle once her hands were trapped above her head.

Sunny laughed at her accomplishments. She then went about using Torrie's exposed stomach as a punching bag. Delivering blow after blow to the tanned midsection of the former fitness model. Torrie finally began to slump against the wall, only being held up by her wrist in cuffs. Once satisfied with her fists workout, Sunny stepped out of the shower and cutoff the hot water. She redirected the shower head right at Torrie's chest and watched as the cold water brought the blonde back to reality.

Sunny took delight in describing to the camera how erect Torrie's nipples were getting under the spray of the icy water, flicking them casually. But once Torrie's scream s began to drown out Sunny's commentary, Sunny turned off the water and walked behind the camera, telling Torrie she had a special surprise for her.

Shaking the dripping water from her face, Torrie looked at the cameraman and demanded to know why she was filming this.

“What are you doing in here? You shouldn't be in here?” Torrie complained.

But when Torrie spotted Sunny walking back to the shower stall, she cried out, begging and pleading.

“Oh please no, please don't……no, don't, you can't!” Torrie cried as she tried to back away only to be held in place by the handcuffs holding her to the towel rack.

When Sunny walked back in front of the camera, from the back it appeared she was wearing a black leather thong. But once she stood in front of Torrie, her profile revealed an extra long tan dildo.

“Oh but yes I can.” Sunny mocked. “And I must. The fans want it, the ratings want it, and,” Sunny whispered as she got close to Torrie's ear, “I know you want it.”

“No!” Torrie fought back. She kicked out at Sunny and connected twice before Sunny was able to grab Torrie's knees in each hand. She pulled them apart and stepped in closer to her target. Torrie twisted and tried to resist, but was soon penetrated by Sunny's extended strap-on. Torrie's head fell back as Sunny forced the extra long penis into Torrie's crotch. Sunny pushed in until there was nothing left to push. Torrie amazingly took it in without a cry, only a physical moan as a response.

Sunny pulled Torrie closer as she pumped her artificial appendage in and out of her helpless victim's privates. It was obvious that Torrie was enduring this much better than the beating she had been taking moments ago.

As Sunny continued to thrust herself at Torrie, the camera adjusted slightly, moved, then set stationary as if on a tripod. Then, hands appeared behind Sunny. Obvious female hands. They reached in, so as to keep the person's identity hidden, grabbed both of Torrie's ankles, then handcuffed them behind Sunny's back. Torrie was now trapped by her hands and her feet.

Sunny watched as her assistant secured Torrie, continuing to pump away as Torrie seemed no wiser to her predicament.

Sunny slowed her movements, as the cameraperson appeared to be retaking the camera and then telling her something. As if on cue, Sunny turned her attention to Torrie's breasts. Her hands no longer holding up Torrie's legs, she fondled and kissed Torrie's orbs, bring the nipples back to their cold-water height. Still, Torrie's head remained back as she appeared to be enjoying this “attack”.

Sunny continued kissing Torrie's upper body as she gradually worked her way to Torrie neck and shoulders, then, she grabbed Torrie by the head, pulled her face up and forced her tongue into Torrie's open mouth.

Torrie had no choice but to take what Sunny was giving. Sunny continued to tongue wrestle Torrie until she heard, “that's enough,” from behind the camera.

Sunny released her lip-lock, and pulled her dildo out of Torrie's now throbbing crotch. Torrie let out a long moan as it became obvious that she experienced a climax possibly more than once. But when Torrie brought her head up and opened her eyes, she realized her situation and began to tussle about.

“What is this!” She cried out.

Sunny looked her in the eyes, shook her head side to side, and said, “the end.” With that, Sunny stepped forward again and pressed her breast over Torrie's mouth and nose, cutting off all air to the current Champion. It only took a few moments and Torrie was unconscious.

The camera faded out as Torrie's head fell back again, and Sunny stepped out from amongst the tied up hands and feet.

The camera view remained fuzzy but with sound. Two women talking softly, one most likely Sunny, could barely be heard, but noise and action was definitely ensuing.

Minutes later when the camera view became clear, Sunny was lying face up, smiling at the camera, with Torrie lying on top of her, still asleep.

“I quit,” Sunny smiles to the camera, “I've had enough.” As the studio bell is rung announcing the end of stage 2 of the gauntlet, Sunny pushed Torrie's body off of her and stood up.

“Just so you know I could have beaten you, here's something to remember me by.” With that, Sunny lifted Torrie by the hair, and threw her head first into the makeup table mirror. Torrie crashed and the mirror shattered around her. She didn't move from her position atop the makeup table.

Sunny stepped in closer and the cameraperson followed her.

She announced to what was left of the mirror that, “I could have finished you for good, but it wasn't my turn. We've got much more planned for you.”

As she finished, the identity of the cameraperson was visible in the shards of the broken mirror. The blond hair and smile were clearly identifiable as one half of the final stage of the gauntlet matches, Sable.

Debra entered the ring and announced that Torrie Wilson had won the second gauntlet match by submission when Sunny had quit.

She then announced the next match to take place, the handicap match featuring Asya, Jackie, and Tori against EWA's newest DIVA, Madusa.

As the three-member team came out to the cheers of the fans, it was obvious that Jackie and Tori did not plan on breaking a sweat. They were each wearing short cutoff jeans and tight tank tops, both white. Asya was wearing a black silk robe.

It almost seemed as though Asya was the fighter and the other two were her trainers. Debra whispered something to Jackie, but she smiled and responded that Asya is going to tear Madusa to shreds. If she needs any help, they'll be there, but she and Tori doubted that Asya would require assistance.

Madusa came through the curtain wearing a denim jacket over a royal blue thong bikini. She stood outside the ring and studied her opponents. Tori and Jackie stood against the ropes, directly in front of Madusa, prodding her to come in. But when Madusa motioned for them to back up, they each sat on the middle ropes and lifted the top rope so as to give Madusa easy access. Madusa trotted to a different side and rolled in before her two greeters could stop her.

As Madusa and Asya removed their robes, Debra announced that this would be a tornado style match where all participants would be in the ring at the same time, and it was a no disqualification match. Win is by pin or submission. But for Madusa to win, she would have to pin or force to submit all three of her opponents.

Madusa took offense to this obvious bias, but wasn't given much of a chance to complain. Asya charged across the ring and tackled Madusa to the mat. But being the veteran that she is, Madusa rolled with the tackle and brought herself on top of the surprised bodybuilder. Madusa was able to land two punches to Asya's face before the stronger woman pushed her off. Madusa scrambled to her feet just as Asya did. Both women stared each other down, sizing up their next move. Madusa had decades of experience on the bodybuilder. But she didn't have two partners in the ring with her, waiting to help their teammate.

Madusa circled Asya as she did the same, trying not to lose track of Jackie and Tori. Both women lunged and engaged in a front-face lockup, with Asya finally coming out with Madusa in a headlock. Jackie applauded her teammates success and ran up behind Madusa and patted her on the ass. Madusa swung a hand back but missed as Asya reapplied more pressure to her headlock. Jackie laughed at Madusa's weak attempt to stop her and grabbed Madusa's ass with both hands. This time Madusa kicked backwards and connected with Jackie knee, knocking the tall DIVA to the mat holding her leg.

Asya saw the hit and released Madusa from the headlock, but held on to her hair and held her up, then violently clotheslined her to the mat. Jackie then crawled over and climbed on top of Madusa, grabbing her by the hair and slamming the back of her head against the mat. After numerous slams, Jackie finally got up to allow Asya to continue.

Asya rolled the stunned Madusa over onto her stomach and straddled her. She then reached below Madusa's chin and lifted her up as she sat on her back in a Steiner Recliner. Jackie walked to the front of Madusa and knelt down to confront her face to face.

“Not so tough now are ya Dusa!” Jackie laughed. Tori stood back against the ropes, watching her partners have their way with their opponent.

Jackie then reached down and ripped Madusa's top off.

“Oh my, you have seen a specialist haven't you?” Jackie mocked. Knowing full well that one of the last efforts Madusa made to stay with the former WCW was to get a breast enlargement. Even though most backstage new, they had no desire to keep her around.

Jackie pranced around the ring swinging Madusa's top and bringing the crowd to their feet. She tossed the souvenir to a cheering mass and returned to her kneeling position in front of Madusa. Tears were now coming down Madusa's cheeks as Asya sat back even further on her back, applying more pressure under her chin.

Jackie reached out and felt Madusa's breasts, one in each hand.

“Mmm, good work. Too bad they are such big targets.” She finished with a smile.

Jackie began punching Madusa's exposed orbs. With each punch a grimace and moan would come from Madusa. Jackie appeared to be taking great pleasure in turning Madusa's tanned breasts into red mounds.

When Asya felt Madusa's body go limp in her clutches, she released her beaten foe. Jackie then climbed on Madusa's back and slid into a crippler crossface. Again Madusa began moaning and crying out, but being in a 3 on 1 match left her with no help. Asya walked around the ring and approached Tori.

“So what torture are you planning for our friend here?” She asked.

“I think she's ready to be pinned.” Tori said as she watched more tears flow down Madusa's cheeks.

“Oh really,” Asya retorted, “is that so Miss Tori?”

“Don't you think she's had enough? I mean if you break her, Vince won't be able to use her next time.”

Asya looked down at Jackie, who was sadistically laughing as she continued to apply pressure and pain to Madusa.

“I guess your right Tori, I'd hate to damage the merchandise. Hey Jackie, finish up so we can pin her and get this done.”

Jackie looked up, and appeared disappointed. “You mean we're done, isn't Tori going to get her shots in too?”

“No, Tori has a good point about not breaking the merchandise. We'll just let Tori pin her.”

“Alright,” Jackie reluctantly said, “but let me do one more thing first.”

Jackie stood up and rolled the nearly unconscious Madusa onto her back. She sat back down on Madusa's stomach and removed her white tank top. The crowd cheered at the anticipated action. After smiling and waving at the cheers, Jackie pulled Madusa'a face into her own breasts for a smother. Madusa feebly flailed about, trying to break the smother but was too weak to break the hold.

Once Madusa's hands fell to the mat, Tori told Jackie to let her go, that she was done. Jackie didn't release her hold but looked at Tori somewhat confused.

“What's up with you, is she your girlfriend?” Jackie whined.

“No, I just want this to be done. She's out, let's just pin her and be done.”

Jackie looked at Asya who nodded her agreement. Jackie released Madusa's face and her head slammed back against the mat. Jackie got up and bumped Tori as she walked by her. Tori stepped up to cover Madusa and end the match. But before she bent down to finish it, Tori was clotheslined from behind by Asya.

Jackie cheered at her partner's decision to attack the “weak-minded” Tori. Before Tori could get up, Asya was in the air and landing on her back, feet first. Asya then stomped Tori from ass to head as she crawled on her stomach.

Jackie went back to Madusa, stripped her thong off, and lifted her heels. A heel to Madusa's crotch brought the former WCW Champion back to reality. Jackie followed that kick with another, then another. Medusa rolled to her side, her hands covering her

crotch.

When Jackie looked to see what Asya was doing to Tori, she saw right away that Tori was topless and being choked from behind by her own white tank top. Asya was following her around the ring as Tori choked and tried to get away. Jackie stepped in front of Tori and punched her in her naked breasts. Unable to defend herself or stand, Tori fell to her knees between her two partners. Asya cinched her chokehold even tighter as Jackie kneed Tori in the face and chest. Once Tori appeared to be fading, Asya lifted her by her noose and dragged her to a corner. Jackie went outside the ring and used the tank top to tie Tori into the corner face first. Tori was too weak to fight it off and just weakly stood there as Asya exited the ring and grabbed two folding chairs. Jackie finished tying her in and crawled back into the ring. Asya came back into the ring and handed one chair to Jackie.

Both women stood back and smiled at their target, Tori's tan back. Jackie swung first, bringing her chair down hard on Tori's naked back. Tori stumbled, but didn't fall to her knees. Asya struck next so hard on Tori's head that Tori went down like a nail. Unfortunately for her, her neck was still tied to the corner. Tori dangled from the corner her knees just inches away from the mat and slight relief.

Jackie then rammed the end of the chair into Tori's back again. Asya was preparing to swing again when she felt a hand on her ankle. She looked down to see Madusa weakly grabbing at her foot and trying to pull her away. Asya lifted the chair, and slammed it down on Madusa's head. Blood came form Madusa's forehead as she fell back to the mat, unconscious. Asya stepped over Madusa putting her body between Asya's feet. Asya stomped Madusa's stomach causing her body to jerk up and her head to be up in position for another chair strike. Asya quickly lifted the chair for another blow when she was suddenly speared from behind.

Asya landed at Jackie's feet, rolling into her and knocking her down as well. Both women stumbled up to turn and see Chyna standing there with one of the chairs. Asya was first to get a strike across her head, Jackie tried to run away but Chyna flung the chair like a Frisbee and watched it perfectly strike Jackie's back, knocking her to the mat. Chyna lifted Asya by the hair, and body pressed her above her head. While lifting Asya, the bandages around Chyna's ribs were visible, reminding the viewers of the injuries she sustained at the hands of Asya and Tori.

Chyna dropped Asya and then stomped her from head to ass. China then lifted Asya, kicked her in the stomach, pushed her head between her legs and secured her arms behind her back. Chyna then dropped Asya in a pedigree, coincidently right on top of a dropped chair. Asya's face slammed into the chair and her lights went out. Chyna dragged Madusa's lifeless body on top of Asya's and waited as Debra counted to three.

Chyna them went to Jackie and found her begging on her knees.

“Give up.” Chyna offered.

“Huh?” Jackie asked.

Chyna threw a right across Jackie's cheek. Jackie fell to the mat and threw her hands up in defense again, begging.

“Give up!” Chyna demanded.

“I give, I give!” Jackie pleaded, then rolled out of the ring and ran through the curtain.

Chyna then looked to Madusa's last opponent. Tori was struggling to try and stand, not with much success. Chyna came up form behind, untied her tank top, and turned her around in the corner.

“I saw how you tried to end the match early. How you didn't want to hurt my friend here anymore than necessary.” Chyna then got close to Tori's face, “But I also remember the pain you caused my ribs and body last time.”

Tori's face fell to a grimace of pain as she new what was coming. As she hung groggily in the corner, supported by her arms over the top ropes, Chyna backed up, got a twenty-foot distance, then charged at Tori, spearing her into the corner. Tori fell to the mat in a heap. As she was falling Madusa, bloody face and all, was crawling on top of her and waiting for Debra's count.

Debra hesitated. She looked at Vincent, who frowned, then nodded his okay to end the match. Debra counted to three and announced Madusa as the winner.

Chyna helped Madusa to her feet and carried her out of the ring. As Chyna reached to part the curtain, a chair came through the gap and connected with Chyna's head.

Chyna and Madusa fell back to the concrete floor. Chyna's head connected with the floor and she fell to the side, out. Madusa tried to get up but a kick to her face from the chair wielding Jackie knocked her back down.

“Fuck you Dusa. I gave up to Chyna, not you!” Vincent smiled from ear to ear and made a mental note to reward Jackie for her creative thinking, and ordered Debra to restart the match.

Jackie opened the chair and sat it over Madusa's body, placing the lowest support bar directly over Madusa's throat.

Jackie leaned forward in the chair crushing Madusa's windpipe and informed her, “I'll sit here all night till you give up bitch!”

Moments later, with blood spitting from her mouth, Madusa gave up. Debra announced Jackie, Asya, and Tori as the winners of the match.

Stephanie, Trish, and Lita came through the curtain and helped Chyna and Madusa through the opening and to their dressing rooms to recover.

Jackie crawled back into the ring with her chair and waved it above her head in victory, to the loud ovation from the studio audience. Jackie then straddled her partner, Tori, and positioned the chair over her body just as she had done Madusa's.

Vincent stood and applauded along with the crowd as Debra announced the next match, part 3 of the Gauntlet match.

“Let's go to our camera backstage to check on Torrie and see who her third opponent will be………………” Debra purred.