The night for PPV-11 arrived and on orders from the boss, Stephanie, all the DIVAs were in their dressing rooms, waiting to hear the announcement of the final card. After reading the line-up to a live television audience, Stephanie made her way to the announcer’s booth with Debra and Sunny in tow and called for the matches to begin.
Match One: Beulah, Francine, & Tylene vs. Stacey, Torrie, & Candice (Referee, Christy Hemmne)
The first match was a rematch of sorts between Dawn’s “stable of friends” and the friends of Victoria. A stipulation match where a pin or submission by any DIVA would decide the match. Whichever team won, they would pick their slave for the weekend from the losing team.
All six women were in the ring wearing their company required thong bikinis and guest referee Christy called for the bell for the match to start. Stacey and Francine, the two tallest DIVAs, would start.
“I’m gonna kick your pretty little ass tonight.” Francine announced.
“Good luck.” Stacey replied.
“Then I’m gonna break one of your pretty long legs.”
“Not a chance.” Stacey retorted.
“And I’m gonna enjoy doing …………” was all Francine got out when Stacey launched her foot into Francine’s stomach.
Francine doubled over allowing Stacey to lift her leg again and bring it down hard on the back of Francine’s head. Francine crashed to the mat as Stacey towered above her and began raining down stomps to Francine’s stomach and chest. Francine finally got her wits back and grabbed Stacey’s right ankle, twisted it hard and brought Stacey down to the mat beside her. Francine rolled atop Stacey and began scratching and clawing at her face. Stacey kicked her off after two scratching blows crossed her face and rolled away from her opponent.
Francine stood up opposite Stacey and they began to circle each other. They lunged at each other locking arms and shoulders. But Francine acted first by grabbing two handfuls of Stacey’s long hair and pulled her backwards towards Francine’s corner. Once close enough, Tylene and Beulah reached out and seized Stacey’s arms, pulling them backwards and holding her in their corner. Francine released Stacey’s hair and buried her fist deep into Stacey’s belly. She reared back and landed two more punches. Francine turned to look at Torrie and Candice, blowing them kisses and smiling with arrogance. When Francine turned back around, Beulah and Tylene were still holding Stacey in their corner by her arms. Suddenly Stacey’s right leg shot out and landed in Francine’s crotch. Francine reached for her womanhood and fell to the mat in a heap. Francine’s partners were shocked and failed to hold Stacey’s arms as she yanked them free and nailed Beulah to the side of the head with an elbow then did the same to Tylene. Beulah fell to the studio floor, but Tylene held onto the ropes for support. Stacey backed up, measured Tylene’s head, then launched a kick to the side of her head and watched as she fell like a sack of potatoes to the studio floor near Beulah.
Francine then stumbled to her feet, had her hair grabbed by Stacey and was led to her opponent’s corner on the opposite side of the ring. Stacey tagged in an eager Torrie who climbed atop the top turnbuckle and waited as Stacey body slammed Francine near their corner. Torrie leapt off the corner and landed a leg drop across Francine’s chest. Torrie rolled off and stood to resume her attack. Francine coughed and tried to roll under the ropes to escape but was blocked by Candice’s legs. Torrie grabbed Francine by her hair and lifted her to her feet. She grabbed her arm and threw her into her own team’s corner. Unfortunately for Francine, she had no teammates to tag in. Francine looked over the ropes for her partners but found none. She suddenly got a spear from Torrie as she was trapped in her corner. Francine collapsed to the canvas under her opponent. Torrie stomped Francine on her chest three times, until Francine was flat on her back. Torrie then lifted Francine by her ankles and dragged her out into the middle of the ring.
Torrie reached back and tagged in Candice. Candice climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and leapt across the ring, landing a head-butt to Francine’s crotch. Francine grabbed at her crotch again and tried to roll away. Candice lifted Francine by her hair and pushed her into her own corner again. Candice climbed the ropes and began punching Francine on her head as she held it by her hair with the other hand. After 7 punches, she turned and looked across the ring for Stacey’s and Torrie approval.
“Three more!” Stacey and Torrie called out.
Candice finished her assault with three more hits. Francine collapsed in her corner but didn’t fall as her arms were draped over the top ropes. But suddenly Candice was pulled down to the mat by her ankles as Tylene yanked at her feet from outside the ring. Candice’s head slammed against the mat hard, and she rolled around their corner holding the back of her head. Tylene then climbed up on the apron and reached into the ring to tag Francine. As Tylene climbed through the ropes, Beulah, who had also just gotten up and pulled Francine out, was pulling Candice into their corner, straddling her legs around the corner post. Beulah held each ankle as Tylene blew Torrie and Stacey a kiss and turned back to stomp Candice’s face and chest. Candice tried to cover up. After stomping Candice 10 times, she grabbed Candice’s wrists and pulled her away from the corner, but once she got two feet away, Beulah yanked back on Candice’s ankles and pulled her crotch against the ring post. Candice cried out in pain. Tylene and Beulah shared a laugh at Candice’s expense.
Stacey stepped into the ring to help her partner, but was stopped by Christy about midway across.
Stacey complained that they were double-teaming and she wanted to help her friend. But Christy reminded her that the only DIVAs allowed in the ring were the two legal wrestlers. Hearing this, Torrie leapt down and ran around the ring towards Beulah, but as she got close, Beulah released Candice’s legs and ran in the opposite direction.
Torrie helped Candice out of the ring and tried to help her stand. But when she turned her back on Beulah to help Candice, Beulah grabbed a cord from the announcer’s booth and wrapped it around Torrie’s throat. They struggled to the ground, as Candice stood wobbly by the ring, holding her crotch. Candice started to move to help Torrie but was suddenly lifted by her hair into the ring by Tylene. Stacey was just getting out of the ring as Christy continued to reprimand her.
As Tylene got Candice’s feet off the floor, Francine was now up and standing before Candice. Francine buried her fist into Candice’s belly as Tylene held her aloft by the hair. Candice was grabbing at Tylene's claws as she pulled at Candice’s roots, which left her belly open for several punches from Francine. Once Francine had landed ten hits, Tylene lifted Candice up and into the ring where she laid on the mat holding her head and belly.
Tylene sat down on Candice’s thighs and applied a belly claw to Candice’s sore midriff, digging her nails into her flesh. Candice screamed out for help as she flailed at Tylene, having little affect since Tylene was sitting so low on Candice’s legs. Stacey finally came in seeing the match was not in their control and kicked Tylene in the side of the head. Christy then grabbed Stacey by her arms and dragged her back to her own corner. As she did, Francine came in under the ropes and began punching Candice in the face while sitting atop Candice, pinning her arms under her knees. But right before Stacey climbed out, she saw Francine coming in. She pushed past Christy and almost got to Francine, but Christy, tiring of Stacey’s interfering, grabbed Stacey by her long blond hair and flung her back into her own corner. Stacey slammed back first into the turnbuckles, and her face displayed her shock at Christy’s actions. She retaliated by swinging her palm at Christy face, which caught her off guard as it connected with Christy’s cheek. Christy swung back by swinging her own right hand at Stacey’s face, but Stacey blocked it and buried her foot into Christy’s belly.
Christy dropped to her knees at Stacey’s feet, holding her stomach and leaning against Stacey’s long legs.. Stacey grabbed her by the hair and held her face up.
“We all know who you work for. So you might as well lose this referee top, and throw on a thong, cause your time in this ring is coming.”
Given the opportunity to rest, Christy threw her arm up and rammed her fist into Stacey’s crotch. Stacey screamed and her mouth flew open as the pain shot up through her spine. It was Stacey who was now down on her knees in front of Christy. Stacey’s hands were holding her womanhood as Christy grabbed two handfuls of Stacey’s hair and spoke into her face.
“No matter who I work for, who I fuck, or which match I oversee, your ass will always belong to me!” Christy followed her statement with a head-butt to the taller blond. Christy then stood and gave her a knee lift to her forehead, knocking the blonde backwards and onto her ass, nearly unconscious.
Christy stood up and towered over the blonde beauty. She reached down and ripped off Stacey’s top and threw it to the outside of the ring. She then ripped Stacey’s thong off the hard way. Stacey moaned from the strip going up her ass, but otherwise, did not fight back due to her state. Christy threw the thong out of the ring as well. She then pushed Stacey under the ring ropes with her foot and watched as she fell to the studio floor naked.
Beulah had Torrie now trapped under her own body as she held the microphone cord tightly around Torrie’s neck, choking her to unconsciousness. Once Torrie stopped moving, Beulah released the cord and moved towards the ring. She entered to find Francine with her fingers wrapped around Candice’s throat. She helped Francine lift Candice to her feet; they wrapped the cord around Candice’s neck and pushed her over the top rope. Candice dangled beside the ring, her feet at least 2 feet off the ground, with the only thing holding her up being the microphone cord around her neck, choking her. Christy approached Francine and Beulah and told them that Tylene was the official Diva in the match right now so they had to get out. Francine held the cord dangling Candice as Beulah helped Tylene up. Tylene took over holding the cord as Francine and Beulah exited the ring. But both Divas went down to the studio floor and stood before Candice. With Candice’s hands busy trying to relieve some of the pressure around her neck; Francine and Beulah were free to rip off Candice’s top and thong. Seconds later Candice was naked and two fans had souvenirs.
Once Candice’s arms and legs went limp, Francine and Beulah lifted her up and pushed her through the ropes and into the ring. Tylene smiled at her teammates and at their pending victory. Christy waited for Tylene to roll Candice over for the pin, but just before she did, Christy felt a tap on her shoulder. But when she turned around, she saw a foot coming at her head. Stacey had gotten up and was swinging her long leg at Christy’s head. Christy tried to move but failed to get clear and took a heel to the side of her head. She fell to the mat and rolled under the bottom rope to the studio floor.
Stacey then kicked Tylene in her side just as she was standing. Tylene fell to the mat and Stacey leapt atop her and began pounding her in the face. With the referee out, Beulah and Francine climbed into the ring. Beulah grabbed the cord previously used to hang Candice and wrapped it around Stacey’s neck before she could defend herself. Francine grabbed her hands so she could not strike. Both women stood around her as she was still on her knees atop Tylene. Beulah held the cord tight as Stacey gradually lost air and with Francine holding her hands, Stacey was unable to defend herself. Tylene crawled out from under Stacey as Beulah and Francine forced Stacey onto her back until she passed out. Moments later, she was out. As they released Stacey’s lifeless body, Candice came to and was getting to her knees. Beulah and Francine attacked her the same as they had Stacey. They choked her to the mat as Tylene pushed her down and pinned her. Christy crawled back in and made the count, as all three friends of Victoria were unconscious in the studio. Torrie was still out on the ground floor; Stacey’s naked frame lay in the ring and Candice laid under Tylene as the bell rang and Tylene, Francine, and Beulah were declared the winners.
Francine immediately stood over Stacey’s naked frame and announced that Stacey would be her slave for the weekend, Tylene stood by Candice and announced that she would be her slave, which left Beulah and Torrie as a pair for the weekend.
The winners celebrated with hugs and kisses as they left the arena. Paramedics came in and tended to Candice and Torrie, but when they went to Stacey, Christy pushed them away. The only ones in the ring now were Christy and Stacey. Christy squatted down, with her ass directly above Stacey’s chest and grabbed her by the hair. She shook her head to wake her and slammed the back of her head on the mat several times. Once Stacey came to, Christy lifted her to her feet, punched her in her naked belly, and pushed her head between her legs. Christy lifted her around the waist and pull her so hard that Stacey’s legs went over Christy’s shoulders so that Stacey’s crotch was right in Christy’s face. Christy smiled for the cameras as they got a close-up, then dropped down in a pile driver in the center of the ring. Stacey flopped to the mat like a rag doll. Christy lifted her lifeless body, and repeated the devastating maneuver. Christy then removed her referee’s thong and squatted over Stacey’s face and covered Stacey’s mouth with her pussy. Christy grinded herself to an orgasm then stood to admire her handiwork, spat at Stacey, and left the ring.
Stephanie came into the ring and announced how excited she was that the 1st match went the way it did. And after watching Christy exact revenge for Stacey attacking her earlier, the theme for tonight will be:
“The loser, or losers, of each match, will have to sexually please the referee after the match, if the referee desires it.”
She then called for the next match.
Sisters Jazz and Zira vs. the Champions, Jackie and Asya (Referee, Terri Runnels)
Asya and Jackie entered the ring first, wearing their matching royal blue thong bikinis. Jazz and Zira followed then in wearing their matching black bikinis. The match began with Asya inside and the sisters trying to decided who would face her first. Asya finally tired of waiting on them and approached them both to tell them to decide already. But when she was close enough, the sisters grabbed forearms and charged at the body builder. They close-lined Asya across the neck. The only problem was, Asya did not fall, instead, her neck actually separated their arms as they stumbled sideways. But the blow did catch Asya off guard and stunned her for a moment. Zira moved first and threw a dropkick into Asya’s back. But when Asya failed to fall into their corner face first, Jazz followed her and speared her in the back, forcing her to crash in their corner. Asya crashed chest first but felt little affect since her chest was mostly muscle. When Jazz and Zira came up behind her, they were shocked to receive an elbow from each side. Zira fell backwards from hers while Jazz stumbled back holding the ropes. Asya stepped out of their corner shaking her head to get her senses back and moved towards Jazz. As Jazz held onto the ropes, Asya grabbed her by her hair to hold her up and buried her fist into Jazz’s belly three times, then close-lined her over the top rope where she landed on the studio floor. Asya then sought out Zira. She lifted her to her feet by her hair and close-lined her right in the center of the ring. With Jazz on the floor, Zira had no help anywhere, so Asya left her and tagged in Jackie. Terri then declared that Zira was the official DIVA in the match for their team.
Jackie ran at Zira and leapt in the air dropping her thigh across Zira’s chest. Jackie quickly rolled her up and went for a quick pin. But Terri only counted two when Zira lifted her shoulder. Jackie slapped the mat and lifted Zira to her feet again. She pushed Zira against the ropes and went to throw her towards the opposite side. But Zira reversed the throw sending Jackie to the opposite rope where she bounded off and came back to Zira who lifted her knee into Jackie’s belly and flipped her over and down to the mat.
Jazz was now getting to her feet and climbing up to her corner. Zira then covered Jackie for a quick pin but only got a 1. Jackie pushed Zira off and began crawling to Asya. But Zira grabbed Jackie by her hair and held her in the center of the ring. Zira then began to crawl to Jazz while dragging Jackie with her. But it was Jackie who swung her long leg around and kicked Zira in the side of the head. Zira released Jackie’s hair and laid on the mat holding her head. Now it was Jackie who grabbed Zira’s ankles and dragged her to her own corner where Asya was waiting. Asya tagged in and grabbed zira by the hair and lifted her to her feet. She then picked her all the way up and body slammed her in the center of the ring. She lifted Zira again and threw a hard punch to the side of her head. Zira tumbled to the mat like a doll. Asya grabbed Zira by her ankles and pulled her to the center of the ring. She lifted both of Zira’s ankles and held her so that Asya was looking straight at Jazz. Asya smiled at Jazz and then buried her heel into Zira’s crotch. Zira screamed out as both her hands went to her crotch for protection. Asya then lifted her up again and dropped her for a bodyslam. But instead of throwing her to the mat, she dropped Zira across her own knee. Zira cried out again. But Asya lifted Zira from her kneeling position and dropped her again across her knee. Asya repeated this move 3 more times until Zira was nearly out from the pain.
Asya then rolled Zira off her knee and stood over her body as she glared at Jazz.
“I’m the only strong bitch in this company. Not you, and not your cunt of a little sister either.”
“Fuck you!” Jazz retorted.
“No, but I’m gonna fuck her.” Asya replied as she pointed at Zira.
Asya ripped Zira’s thong off with one tug, and then stuffed it in her mouth. Zira was too exhausted and in too much pain to fight back at the moment. Asya then ripped off Zira’s bikini top with one tug as well and rolled Zira onto her stomach. She pulled Zira’s hands behind her back and tied them together with the top. Asya then tagged in Jackie and whispered her instructions.
Asya crawled out of the ring while Jackie came in with a smile on her face. Jackie lifted Zira’s ankles so that her legs came off the mat but her body mostly rested on her chest and face since her hands were tied behind her back. Jackie then threw her foot up at Zira kicking her in her exposed belly. Two more kicks later, Jackie switched it to Zira’s crotch. Zira finally came to enough to cry out and beg her to stop. But with the gag in her mouth, nothing was understood and just then Asya called for a tag and when Jackie tagged her in, Jazz saw that Asya had gotten off the ring apron to put a strap-on dildo around her waist.
Jackie got out of the ring, dropping Zira’s legs back to the mat as Asya came in. Asya pushed Zira’s feet apart and knelt down behind her ass. She then lifted Zira’s ass off the mat so that her legs rested on her knees. Then while staring at Jazz, Asya forced her extra long dildo into Zira’s ass. Zira cried out again but was unable to be understood with her thong in her mouth. Asya pounded away on Jazz’s sister as Jazz looked on with a scared look on her face. Finally admitting that her sister was in a no-win situation and had no chance of coming back, Jazz threw a garment into the ring announcing their retirement from the match. Terri called for the bell signaling Asya and Jackie as the winners. But when Jazz came into the ring to get Asya off her sister, Jackie came across as well and struck Jazz across the face with brass knuckles she had retrieved from the same bag as the dildo. Jazz tumbled to the mat in a heap. Jackie pushed Jazz out of the ring with her feet as Asya continued to pound Zira’s ass from behind. With the crowd cheering them on, Asya rode Zira for another five minutes before finally backing out and standing with Jackie to have their hands raised as the champions.
Jackie and Asya left and Terri opted not to accept sexual pleasure from the losers. Once Jazz and Zira were helped to the back by medics, Stephanie called for the next match.
Dawn Marie vs. Victoria in a standard match, “Loser becomes slave match.” (Referee = Sunny)
The camera in the back came on as Victoria was exiting her room. Outside her room on a stool was a bottled drink. It was a sports drink and under it a card that Victoria read to the camera.
“Dear Vicky, we hope this drink gives you an extra boost to kick Dawn’s ass all over the ring. We’ll celebrate later tonight. Love, Torrie, Candice, Stacey and Kimberly.”
Victoria smiled at the thought of her friends rooting for her. She popped the top and drank the energy drink in one downing, then threw the bottle in the trash and headed for the ring. Moments later, Francine and Beulah walked to the trash can, picked up the discarded bottle, and laughed together.
Victoria soon came out into the ring and rolled in wearing a purple thong bikini. After her came the special referee, Sunny. Dawn eventually came out into the ring wearing a black leather thong bikini with knee high spiked heel boots, and lace coverings over her shoulders, head, and around her waist.
When she entered the ring, Victoria called out to her, “What’s with all that shit, get it off so I can kick your ass.”
Dawn walked over to Victoria and responded. “Do you like my outfit, it’s my wedding gown. Cause tonight, after I win, we are going to get married, and then you’ll be my slave wife for as long as I desire. And then, you can take it off me before we ……… come together!” Dawn grinned as she finished.
“Your one crazy bitch.” Victoria laughed. She lunged at Dawn but missed as Dawn turned to walk to the other side. Victoria shook her head in disbelief that she missed Dawn, but began bouncing in her corner as Dawn began undressing in her own corner. Dawn informed Sunny that her top seemed to be knotted, and asked her to help her get out of it. Sunny agreed and began trying to unknot Dawn’s lace top.
Meanwhile, Victoria continued to stretch and shake her arms out to prepare for a fight. Suddenly, Victoria slipped and fell to the mat. Sunny and Dawn came over to ask if she was okay and she said yes she was, just a little dizzy. Dawn and Sunny went back to trying to undress Dawn but the knot was tougher than they thought. Suddenly Victoria slipped again and fell to the mat. She got to her elbows but could not get her senses together to stand again. She began to crawl to the center of the ring but kept slipping off her hands as she did and finally collapsed in the center of the ring.
Dawn told Sunny not to worry about her top and just ring the bell, this wouldn’t take long. Sunny called for the bell as Dawn approached the laid out Victoria in the middle of the ring. Victoria was on her back looking up towards the ceiling with her eyes rolling around in her sockets. Dawn knelt beside her and began stroking her forehead. Every few seconds dawn would kiss Victoria on her forehead or mouth. Victoria made no sounds or gave any rebute as she lay motionless on the mat. Dawn then removed Victoria’s top and began rubbing her breasts. She smiled when Victoria’s nipples went erect and began rubbing on her own breast as well. Dawn then leaned over and began sucking both of Victoria’s breast as she continued to control her opponent. Dawn finally sat back up and wiped her mouth and smiled. Dawn then crawled atop Victoria, body part for body part, breast on breast, and told Sunny to count. As Sunny began to slap the mat, Dawn forced her tongue into Victoria’s mouth and kissed her hard as Victoria’s eyes closed and she lay completely still. Once Sunny reached 3, the bell rung and Dawn was declared the winner. Francine, Beulah, and Tylene came out and congratulated their friend on her victory. Tylene rolled out of the ring and pushed a wheel chair to the side of the ring. Francine and Beulah dragged Victoria to the side of the ring by the chair. The three friends of Dawn placed Victoria in the wheel chair and strapped her hands to the sides and her feet in the holders. Victoria’s head drooped back as she sat unconscious while Tylene pushed her through the curtain behind Victoria’s new master, Dawn Marie.
Stephanie called for the main event, Sable defending her title against Trish with special referee, Christy.
Christy entered the ring first in her referee thong bikini, followed by Sable. Once in the ring, Sable walked right up to Christy and stood within inches of her face and said, “Keep your fat ass out of this match or I will put you out of this business.” Sable inched even closer to Christy, so close they could feel each other’s breaths. “Got it?” Sable asked.
Christy responded by extending her tongue and running it across Sable’s lips. Sable didn’t flinch, she kept her eyes locked on Christy’s.
“You just win the match sugar lips, or my fat ass will be smothering your face when this night is over.” Christy finally said.
Trish entered the ring shortly there after and crossed to her side of the ring. Christy approached Trish and began her “pat down”. Trish stood in the corner and held each of the top ropes as Christy ran her hands down Trish’s body, feeling her way down. When Trish realized the “pat down” was taking longer than usual, she asked, “You looking for something red?”
Christy stood up and grabbed each of Trish’s hands on top of the top ropes and held them there as her body pressed Trish’s into the corner and she replied, “No, just getting an idea of what this body will feel like under mine tonight after sugar lips over there kicks your ass.”
“She’s not kicking my ass tonight, so you just focus on calling a fair match.”
Christy put her mouth to Trish’s ear and whispered, “No problem.” And then licked Trish’s ear as she began to pull away. Christy walked to the middle of the ring and called for the bell.
Trish and Sable approached each other and locked up over arms and shoulders. Sable finally worked Trish into a headlock and walked her around the ring. Trish forced her into a corner and Christy called for the break. Sable was facing the corner, she released Trish and Trish backed away. They locked up again, and this time Trish got Sable in a headlock. Sable tried to push Trish to a corner, but Trish leaned back into Sable and kept her in the middle. Trish suddenly flipped Sable over her side and landed on the mat still holding Sable in her headlock. Sable pounded the mat in pain and began trying to get to her feet. Once up on her feet again, Trish quickly flipped Sable again. Sable finally rolled with Trish and got close enough to the ropes forcing Christy to call for a break. But when Trish released Sale, Sable threw her forearm into Trish’s back, knocking her against the ropes. Trish bounded off and Sable rolled under her for a reverse pin and held her tight. Christy hopped down and counted but only got to one as Trish kicked out.
The two blondes circled again and went to lunge at each other when Trish ducked and drover her shoulder into Sable’s belly, tackling her to the mat. Once there, Trish slapped Sable across the face and head. Sable tried to cover up but was taken back by the first hit. Trish landed 5 more shots before Sable bucked and kicked her off.
Trish rolled off but quickly got back on top of Sable and wrestled her to the mat trying to regain her advantage. But Sable was pushing up as well and both women were soon on their knees, holding each other in bear-hugs, trying to shake the other senseless. It was Sable who seemed to be fading first, which is why she suddenly thrust her head forward and head butted Trish on the forehead, knocking her back and loosening her hands. Sable continued to hold her hug and squeezed tighter since Trish released hers. Trish leaned back from the blow and reached for her head and the pain inside. She was now moaning from the hug Sable was delivering. Moments later, unable to take more pain, Trish slammed both her arms on the side of Sable’s head, bashing her ears. Sable released the hold and fell back holding her own head. Trish fell to the side, under the ropes and teetered on the edge of the ring.
Christy edged over to Trish, checked to see if Sable was watching, then used her foot to nudge Trish off the ring apron where she landed on her back on the studio floor. Trish landed with a thud and rolled over holding her back in great pain. Sable was crawling to the other side of the ring and pulling herself up on the ropes. Sable turned, expecting to see Trish coming, but saw nothing but Christ peering over the ropes to the floor. Sable stumbled over to the ropes, holding her head to stop the ringing in her ears and looked where Christy was looking.
Sable looked at Christy, “Did you do that?”
Christy smiled, “Just a little gift from me to you. Your getting kind of slow in your old age, I thought you might need a little nudge.”
Sable looked down at Trish, then suddenly threw her hand at Christy and slapped her across the face. Christy stumbled backwards, but caught herself from falling.
“Don’t touch her, or me again!” Sable ordered.
Christy held her cheek and kept her distance from Sable. Sable turned back towards Trish who was just now crawling up to a knee. With her attention on Trish, Sable failed to notice that Christy had gotten behind her and was now winding up and delivering a double fisted slam to Sable’s spine. Sable stiffened up in shock, then collapsed on the ropes. Christy reached over the top rope and grabbed the middle rope from the outside, then pulled it up and over Sable’s head and placed it on the back of Sable’s neck to apply a rope assisted choke hold. Sable’s feet started to kick but she could not reach anywhere to gain any leverage. Once Sable’s finally stopped kicking, Christy released her chokehold and turned Sable around to lean on the ropes and face the ring. She pushed Sable’s arms over the top rope and reached over to pull up the middle rope again, pulling it up and over Sable’s arms, trapping them in the ropes. Sable was helpless as the referee was now in full control.
Stephanie announced to the viewers that she felt this match was getting too dangerous for the referee and that she may need a second referee for her protection. She also said that she knew just who to call.
Moments later, as Trish was finally getting off her knees and to her feet while still holding her back, and Christy is pounding away at Sable’s belly with her fist, Lita comes through the curtain wearing a referee bikini top and black thong bottom. She immediately goes around the ring to where Trish is and as Trish is reaching for the ropes to climb in, Lita smashes her fists into Trish’s back. Trish cringes at the new pain and can only lean over the apron as she recoils from the hit. Trish then reached for the bottom ropes for support, and as she did, Lita rammed her knee up into Trish’s ass. Christy stopped her assault on the champ to watch her redheaded partner take car of the other DIVA. Christy smiled and Lita returned the look.
Christy then went to Sable’s ankles, lifted them off the mat and slammed her heel into Sable’s crotch. Sable screamed out in pain. Christy repeated the move two more times as Sable drifted closer to unconciousness. On the floor, Lita now has Trish’s top off and was tieing her hands behind her back with it. She then walked Trish to a corner post and pushed her back first against it. Trish’s tied up hands softened the blow, but it still hurt her aching back. Lita reached up and grabbed a leftover tag team rope from an earlier match and used it to tie Trish’s neck to the corner post. Trish stood there topless and bound and unable to do anything but watch what special referee Lita was about to do. Lita retrieved the small board that the ring bell sat on and brought it back to Trish. She showed Trish the board, then swung it like a bat at Trish’s left breast, connecting and sending the flesh smacking sound across the studio, as well as Trish’s scream. Lita continued to slam the board on Trish’s chest, quickly turning both her breasts into red blobs.
Inside the ring, Sable was now lying on the mat, face down while Christy sat on her back. She reached under Sable’s chin, and pulled back, placing her in a modified camel clutch, keep herself seated on Sable’s lower back. She pulled Sable’s chin back so far that Sable was looking at the ceiling while her torso was still on the mat. Once Lita was satisfied that Trish’s chest could take no more punishment without bursting her boobs, she released Trish’s noose, untied her hands, and pushed her under the bottom rope and into the ring. Lita followed her and drug her so that she was face down, head to head with Sable. Lita copied Christy by sitting atop Trish’s back, grabbing her under the chin and pulling back on Trish’s neck forcing her to look upwards as well. Trish cried out from the continued pain to her back as Sable now had tears coming down her cheeks from the pain as well.
Moments later, Trish and Sable stopped moaning and moving. Christy and Lita released their holds and both blonds fell to the mat face first, both knocked out from the pain. Christy walked to the side of the ring and began a count. She reached 20 and neither Trish nor Sable got up. Christy called for the bell and declared a double knockout, calling a no contest and saying that there was no winner.
“And if there is no winner,” Christy continued as she winked at Lita, “then these two are losers, and since we are the referees.” Christy let her words trail off as an agreeing Lita began to smile.
Stephanie called an end to the PPV and announced that there would be special matches aligned for the next PPV. She then entered the ring with Debra and watched as Christy and Lita removed their thong bottoms and sat down on Trish and Sable’s faces. Both women began grinding and riding their respective loser as they neared their orgasms. The credits began to roll as Stephanie thanked everyone for watching and told them to be ready for PPV 12.