“Oh the times they are a changing, and so must we.”

“Stephanie, I am very proud of you and your ideas and effort. You started what turned into a cash cow for our family, a gold mine of sorts. Your ran it, you produced it, managed it, announced it, even participated to some degree……..but”

“Dammit,” Stephanie said to herself, “there’s always a ‘but’.” Stephanie was sitting at her desk in her EWA office. She was looking over the “early buys” for the next PPV, and they were decent, but not great. “Not great” according to her Daddy. The new company was well into the black, but not well enough. He was watching her little project, watching it very closely. He had allowed her to create this venture with the sole purpose of making a pocket full of money off of the flesh and beauty of his DIVAs. But what was once a cash cow a few months back, was now slow and aged and boring, according to Daddy’s email.

It continued……

“……but. No one wants to see an aged body builder beat up a slimmed down bikini model every week. They want hot bodies, beautiful faces, and T & A! My advisors are telling me to shut you down, call it a bad idea, collect the profits, and move on, but you know you are very special to me, and that I will do almost anything to help you succeed. So here is what I have in mind. I am going to send you some of my Divas, some of my newest Divas from both Raw and Smackdown. And I want you to use them. Match them up with some from your current roster, and strip them bare. Show off their best assests. Tell them not to worry, they will be well compensated.”

Stephanie minimized the email and looked over what was supposed to be the lineup for PPV12: Tag Team Extravaganza!”

Cory & Madusa vs. Inga & Vera
Sable & Trish vs. Christy & Lita
Gail & Victoria vs. Ivory & Candice
Tylene & Francine vs. Torrie & Stacey

Who was she kidding? As always, Daddy was right. Cory Everson and Madusa were yesterday’s news. She emailed them both with their release notice, and a severent’s check. Inga and Vera? Moronic muscle heads, overloaded on steroids and stupidity. Gone. At the same time, the tag champions, Jackie and Asya, gone.

Sable and Trish? No matter how old they both get, they were still hot commodities. She decided to keep them. Christy Hemmne and Lita? Hmmmm, Christy had the look and certainly the body, but her drawing power was not there yet. Not compared to Daddy’s current Diva list. So she’d keep her, but maybe as a referee for now. Lita? Wow, her ring work was great, and her body was still top form, but she was hot, years ago. Tough call, but the deciding factor was that she hated Trish right now, so Stephanie considered that one a personal choice, Lita was staying.

Gail, Victoria, Ivory, & Candice? Since Candice was already on loan from Daddy, and still on his roster, she was staying. Ivory? Past her prime, gone. Gail? Already moved to another company behind the scenes, so gone. Victoria? If she kept her, she’d have to keep Dawn, and Dawn would want the slave angle to continue. Hmmm. For now keep them both, but on the back burner.

Tylene and Francine, and Beulah for that matter? Gone. Torrie and Stacey? Same level as Trish and Sable, keepers.

So she emailed the “Goners” with their status and then the Keepers, informing them of the date and new location. An arena. Larger than the closed studio she used before, with her stacked crowd, and moved to a small arena that would seat roughly 1000. Simular to ECW’s setup.

Then she emailed the Divas on Daddy’s list with the same info. Telling them how they would be paid and also telling them that on opening night of the new EWA, they would get to choose their opponent(s). And for every article of clothing ripped off, an extra thousand would be in their next paycheck.

After weeks of overloaded promoting, the night of the PPV arrived and Stephanie came out to the packed crowd to announce the new Divas, and the new EWWA, the Erotic Women’s Wrestling Alliance!

Most of the rules were the same, still in thong bikinis, at her Daddy’s insistence, but some of the staff had changed.

Stephanie called out the remaining Divas from the original EWA and told them to enter the ring. Out came Trish, Sable, Torrie, Stacey, Lita, and Candice.

She then called out the newest additions to the EWA team: Ashley, Mickie, Beth, Jillian, Michelle, and Melina.

Stephanie introduced each Diva and as she did, asked them to pick their opponent for tonight. The new Divas walked around the outside of the ring, inspecting the current Divas as if they were cattle to be bought and slaughtered. As they did, the Divas in the ring faced out, watching each new Diva as they passed. Seizing a chance at a free shot, Lita charged at Trish who had her back to her and dropped kicked her to the ropes where she fell thru and landed on the mat outside the ring, right at the feet of Melina. Melina dropped a knee on Trish’s exposed back and listened to her cry out. She grabbed Trish under her chin with one hand, grabbed a flailing ankle with the other, and with her knee planted in Trish’s back, she pulled up at both ends. As Trish cried out in pain, Torrie and Stacey made to exit the ring to help her, but the rest of the new Divas circled Melina and her victum and stood as a wall to keep them away.

Stephanie announced one match for the evening, Melina vs. Trish!

The crowd cheered their approval.

Melina then released her hold of Trish and lifted her by her hair. Once Trish was to her feet, Melina kicked her in her stomach and then pounded both her fists into Trish’s back knocking her face first back to the arena floor. Melina placed one foot on Trish’s back and stood over her, touching her own breasts and belly as the flashbulbs went off for the picture.

Beth then raised her hand and looked towards Stephanie. She announced that she and Jillian would like a shot at Torrie and Stacey. And her request was granted.

Ashley then called out that she and Michelle wanted ago with Candice. Stephanie liked that idea but added Lita as Candice’s partner, and then said that the winner of the tag team matches would face off at the next PPV for the tag team titles which were now vacant.

This left Mickie and Sable. So Stephanie announced that the winners of the Mickie/Sable match and the Melina/Trish match would also meet next PPV for the vacant Singles title.

So the night was set. The new Divas went to the back as one group, and the older Divas exited together as well, except for Lita. She walked out alone, heading to her own room. The others helped Trish up and to the back.

The first match was called for as Beth and Jillian came to the ring dressed in black thong bikinis, covered in pink satin robes. Moments later, Stacey and Torrie came to the ring in pink thong bikinis, as well as pink satin robes. Once all the DIVAs were in the ring, Stephanie announced to the sold out crowd that this was a “No Holds Barred” match, anything goes!

Beth must have known this because she already had the belt that was around her robe wrapped around each of her fist as she charged at Stacey. Before Stacey could even disrobe, Beth had kicked her in the stomach, and once she was bent over, Beth easily wrapped the belt around Stacey’s neck and began choking her. Torrie, being the loyal partner that she is, made the mistake of forsaking Lillian and moving to help Stacey. But Lillian had the same plan as Beth and within seconds, her robe belt was around Torrie’s neck as well.

The two blonds pulled tight as their opponents gradually weakened from their attack. Stacey and Torrie both fell to their knees as they tried to loosen the nooses around their necks. Lillian and Beth assumed more profound positions as they straddled their opponents back and rode them to unconsciousness.

Once both Torrie and Stacey were on their stomachs and nearly out, Beth and Lillian released their chokes and disrobed their opponents, and then themselves. They threw the satin robes to the cheering crowd, a new tradition in the EWWA, and turned back to their opponents. Together they lifted Stacey up by her hair and arms and proceeded to push her to the ropes and thru them to the matted arena floor. She fell in a heap and laid out on the mats like a sleeping pet. Back in the ring, they then turned towards the groggy Torrie. They helped her up to her knees, holding one arm each as they stood aside her, and then took turns kneeing her in the chest as she knelt there helpless. One after the other after the other they pounded her with their knees. Torrie’s head finally rolled back, about to pass out from the pain. They decided to release her and allow her to fall to her back on the mat but not before Lillian reached down and took ahold of Torrie’s bikini top and ripped it off her frame as she fell backwards. Torrie now lay spread out on the mat, topless, in the center of the ring.

Outside the ring, Stacey was starting to move but was only moaning and trying to lift her head. Beth heard this and rolled out of the ring to the floor. She took a folded chair from the announcer’s seating area and walked around to Stacey. She lifted it up and slammed it on Stacey’s head and back, not once, but three times. She then threw the chair into the ring. Before she returned to the ring herself, she reached down and pulled Stacey’s top off and with a little more effort ripped Stacey’s thong off as well. She threw them to the cheering crowd and left Stacey on the floor as she rolled back into the ring. Stacey would not move again for the remainder of the match.

In the ring, Lillian was setting the chair up as Beth went to Torrie and pulled her up to her feet by her blonde hair. They helped her sit on the metallic chair. The cold of the metal showed on Torrie’s face as she tried to hop back up but Beth smashed her palm against the side of Torrie’s face and she sat back down. Lillian stood in front of Torrie and waited for her to move. Once she did, she stomped her heel into Torrie’s crotch, bringing a scream from the DIVA. Torrie double over but Beth was soon behind her, pulling her arms back, forcing her to sit up and as she did, Torrie inadvertently spread her legs, opening herself for another crotch kick from Lillian. And Lillian gladly oblidged two more times. Beth finally released Torrie’s wrist and she fell forward into Lillian’s arms. Lillian pulled Torrie forward, out of the chair and pushed Torrie’s head between her knees, she reached forward, grabbing Torrie around the waist and lifted her up for a pile driver. Beth quickly folded the chair and placed it below Torrie’s head. Lillian dropped, smashing Torrie’s head on the chair and she fell in a heap out of Lillian’s arms. Torrie lay motionless atop the chair, looking up to the ceiling. Lillian seductively crawled atop Torrie, in a sixty-nine position and called for the count. From the announcers table, Stephanie announced…..”1…….2……..3………4……….5!” She declared Beth and Lillian the winners and called for the next match as backstage assistance came out and carried Torrie and Stacey to the back.

Sable came out first, to the somber cheers of the crowd. But they erupted when Mickie came thru the curtain, dancing and smiling all the way to the ring. Once both DIVAs were in the ring and they had removed their robes, they stood face to face in the center of the ring. Mickie wearing a hot red bikini, Sable in her customary black bikini. Mickie smiled at the taller Sable and extended her hand claiming her admiration for Sable and all that she had done for women in wrestling, “…..for all you’ve done for women in wresting, done that is, about 20 years ago!”

As soon as Mickie said the word twenty, Sable held Mickie’s handshake as she threw her other arm across Mickie’s throat, flipping her backwards to the mat. Sable jumped down on Mickie’s back and began pounding Mickie on the back of the head and neck. Mickie rolled over so she could defend herself and strike back, but Sable’s longer arms were doing more damage. Eventually, Mickie was able to roll Sable towards the ropes and crawl out of the ring. She landed on her feet, holding her head that had just taken a beating. She turned back towards the ring and found that Sable had followed her out and was now throwing a fist to her stomach. Mickie doubled over from the hit and then felt Sable’s knee come up and cold cock her in the jaw. Mickie was now on her back on the arena floor and in trouble.

Before Sable could land a kick, Mickie was now crawling back towards the ring, when she got there, instead of pulling herself up, she crawled thru the curtain and under the ring. Sable chased her to the ring apron, but instead of crawling after her, Sable raced around to the other side and grabbed a chair, and waited for Mickie to emerge. But moments later, Sable put down the chair, disgusted that Mickie was hiding from her, and yelled at her to come out. After 3 attempts to lure her out, Sable finally knelt down and lifted the curtain to pull the redhead out, but was surprised not to see her at all. Mickie had climbed back into the ring and was now quietly crossing it to the side Sable was looking under. Mickie pulled back on the ropes and catapulted herself over the top rope and went feet first down onto Sable’s back, smashing the blonde DIVA to the arena floor. Mickie stepped off the former champion and then stomped the center of Sable’s back again and again. Sable now lay motionless on the floor as Mickie smiled at her accomplishment. She turned and found the chair Sable had meant to use on her and picked it up and turned to use it. When she turned back, Sable had rolled on to her back and was looking up at Mickie. Just as Mickie raised the chair over her head, Sable lifted her foot and kicked up into Mickie’s crotch.

Mickie cried out and dropped the chair behind herself. Sable pulled back her naked foot, and struck again. Now it was Mickie who was dropping to the arena floor in tears. Sable still could not get up because of the pain in her back, but she did roll back on to her stomach and crawled away from the moaning redhead. Sable sought safety on the other side of the ring, but it did not last long.

Mickie was soon up and walking, albeit slowly, but walking. And she was carrying the chair. Sable heard her breathing and still crying behind her, and then she heard Mickie, “you fucking bitch. Your gonna pay for that!”

Mickie lifted the chair again, just as Sable turned around, Mickie swung, but only struck the corner steps as Sable rolled off them back to the floor. Mickie’s hands stung from the hit, but she was not deterred. Sable tried to crawl away and then pull herself up as Mickie stalked her from behind. This time Mickie allowed Sable to pull herself up alongside the ring. Once Sable was standing and facing the ring, Mickie swung the chair again, but the former champion was playing possum and ducked back down just as the chair swung towards her head. Instead, it hit the bottom rope and bounced back at Mickie, colliding with her forehead, knocking her to the floor. Sable stood, still holding her sore back, but stood and stomped Mickie right on her forehead, reminding her of where the chair struck, as if she needed to know. Mickie cried out and tried to roll away, but Sable grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled her to the ring where she pushed her under the bottom rope. Once Mickie was in the ring, Sable grabbed the chair and pushed it in as well. Once Sable was back in the ring, she stalked Mickie, following her to the corner where Mickie sought a rest for her aching head. But just as Mickie stood in the corner and turned back to the center of the ring, she was met with a foot to her belly, a forearm to her chin, another kick to her stomch, followed by a knee lift uppercut that left her dangling in the corner.

Sable grabbed Mickie’s hair again and dragged her to the center of the ring. She pushed Mickie’s head between her legs and reached around her waist. She hoisted Mickie up in to what was the Sable bomb, but instead held her inverted, turned so that the chair was directly under Mickie’s head, and delvered a devastating piledriver with Mickie’s head smashing into the chair.

Mickie was out, Sable covered her easily, and the 5 count was made with Sable declared as the winner.

As she watched Mickie being carried out on a stretcher, Stephanie called out the next match.

Ashley and Michelle came out first, both wearing matching pink bikinis and waving to the cheering fans. They circled the ring slapping hands, then stepped into the ring. Moments later, Candice came down wearing a bright yellow bikini and, by herself. Lita was not out yet nor was she following. Candice stood up on the ring apron, outside the ropes, and glared at her opponents who were not glaring back at her, and whispering. Candice turned around when Lita’s music started and waited for Lita to come out, but she did not come out for several moments.

And just when she did, Ashley and Michelle charged at Candice. Michelle grabbed Candice’s hair just before Ashley kicked Candice through the ropes, right in her lower back. Michelle held Candice’s hair so she could not escape by jumping down. After Ashley kicked her back three times, Michelle pulled Candice over the top rope using her hair. Candice flipped over and eventually landed on her stomach. Ashley and Michelle proceeded to stomp Candice, kicking her sides and back. Candice cried out and tried to reach the ropes and crawl away, but Ashley and Michelle each grabbed each of her ankles and held her in the ring as they stomped on her hands and arms.

As they got Candice under control, Lita finally came out to the surprising cheers of the crowd. She touched hands with several of the fans as she took her time getting to the ring. As she did, Michelle and Ashley intensified their attack. Still near the ropes, Michelle dropped down to the mat and placed Candice in a tight headlock. Ashley grabbed each of Candice’s ankles, lifted them up and began randomly kicking her crotch with her bare foot. Candice tried to cry out but was cut off by the crushing headlock. Candice gave up trying to pry Michelle’s arms off her head and reached for the ropes. When she finally reached them, Stephanie announced that this match, like the other tag team match, was a “No Holds Barred” match. Candice felt like crying when she heard the announcement. But gained some respite when she saw Lita walking up to the side of the ring she was being attacked on. She pulled herself towards the ropes, Ashley and Michelle sliding with her, until she was nearly under them. Lita then came up and took both of Candice’s hands and pulled her further under the ropes. Ashley released Candice’s ankles and Michelle got up from her headlock position. Lita held Candice on the edge of the ring, her feet still in the ring, her chest and head hanging off the edge. She looked up at their opponents, then helped Candice roll onto her back. Candice started to try and get up from the uncomfortable postion she was in with her back dangling off the ring, but was stopped when Lita slammed her forearm down onto Candice’s chest. It knocked the wind from her, stunning her and making her an easy target for another forearm shot across her breasts. With Candice in pain and covering her chest with her hands, Lita leaned down and kissed Candice on the lips, an upside down kiss, then pushed her back in to the ring to the eager arms of Ashley and Michelle.

Ashley picked up Candice by her hair, and the two women threw Candice by her arms towards the ropes. She bounced off and came back to the blondes and endured a backflip. After slamming back to the mat, Michelle lifted Candice this time and pushed Candice back into a corner. Both DIVAs moved to Candice and they took turns kicking her in the stomach. Once satisfied she was unable to defend herself, Ashley reached out and pulled Candice’s top off. She threw it to the crowd as they cheered their approval. Michelle and Ashley then each took an arm of Candice and pulled her out, launching her towards the other corner where she slammed chest first. Candice lost her balance, stepped out of the corner backwards and collapsed to the mat. Ashley and Michelle high fived and laughed at their success. They pulled Candice towards an area that was evenly placed between two corners. They each climbed adjacent corners and stood tall as they prepared to leap at Candice together. At the same time, they jumped, and landed. Ashley’s leg landed across Candice’s throat, Michelle’s across Candice’s belly. Candice’s body pulled upwards as she screamed out, but her scream was silent due to the lack of air after that hit.

The tag partners high-fived again and went back to their corners. Candice cried as she laid on the mat, waiting to be struck again. The two DIVAs stood again and prepared to launch, Ashley flew but Michelle suddenly slipped on the turnbuckle and fell face first to the mat. Actually, it was Lita grabbing Michelle’s ankle that caused her to slip. Ashley saw this just as she leapt. Had she been looking at her target, she would have seen Candice roll away and might have adjusted her leap. But she didn’t and Candice moved just enough for Ashley to miss, and land hard on her ass.

Lita entered the ring at that time and lifted Michelle to her feet. Once Michelle was up and leaning against the ropes, Lita clothes-lined her over the top rope and watched as she fell to the mat. She then went to Ashley and lifted her ankles. She looked down at Ashley who looked up at her in surprise.

“I thought you were gonna stay out of this match?” Ashley moaned.

“I was,” Lita smiled, “but a win is a lot more money.” She finished as she lifted her foot and stomped Ashley’s belly, then lifted it again and stomped her crotch. Ashley cried out as she tried to cover her nether region. When she did, Lita stomped Ashley in her chest and released her feet. Ashley moaned in pain again and turned to crawl away. She only made it to the middle of the ring as Lita ran to the ropes, bounced off and leapt at Ashley from her blindside, dropping an elbow along Ashley’s spine. Ashley rolled over again just as Lita was lifting her by her hair, Lita held her face down, applied a rear headlock and then rolled her over in a rollover neck breaker. Ashley fell to the mat in a heap. Lita climbed the turnbuckle, stood tall, then leapt to the center of the ring where Ashley was and landed on her chest. Ashley’s body convulsed up, then laid back down nearly unconscious. Lita got up, her body hurting now as well, grabbed Candice by the arm and dragged her motionless body over to Ashley’s and covered Ashley’s body for a pin. The count was made and Lita and Candice were declared the winners. Ashley rolled out of the ring as soon as Candice rolled off her body. Candice was in shock, not sure how all of it happened, it seemed to go so fast, and started to pull herself up in a corner. Just as she got to her feet, Lita delivered a dropkick to her spine, smashing her into the corner. Candice chest smashed into the corner and her head snapped back and then forward on to the turnbuckle. Lita ripped off Candice’s bikini bottom and then exited the ring alone as Candice had to be carried out on a stretcher.

Stephanie called for the final match of the night, the second qualifier for the Women’s Singles Championship. Melina and Trish!

Melina was the first to come out wearing a hot black bikini. She sauntered right to the ring, did her famous leg split crawl into the ring and stood to accept all the cheers from the crowd. Moments later, Trish came running out, wearing a t-shirt and bikini bottoms. The crowd booed her, not sure if it was her or the fact that she was hiding her bikini top with the shirt. But she dove under the bottom rope and made to attack Melina for the earlier attack as quickly as she could. Melina heard her coming and went to stomp her head as she rolled in. But Trish was prepared and she grabbed Melina’s foot from a kneeling position and twisted it quickly and violently, causing Melina to twist to the mat and cry out in pain from the ankle lock. Melina screamed out and began clawing at the mat to try and get to a rope. Trish was hoping this was another “No-Holds Barred” match so if Melina did make the ropes, Trish could hold the submission hold as long as she wanted.

Melina finally gave up on the ropes and began kicking at Trish with her free foot. But each time she did, Trish would lean another way to avoid her and then roll her again, applying even more pressure. Trish finally tired of Melina’s kicks and stood up, still holding the painful ankle lock, and stepped on Melina’s free foot. Melina now cried out even more. She had almost no chance of escaping this hold. Whether she reached the ropes or not, Trish had her compeletly dominated from the opening moments and she had not even landed a shot against her.

Melina finally began to crawl again. Pulling herself to the ropes, painful inch by painful inch. Once Trish allowed her to grab the bottom rope, Melina struggled to pull herself outside the ring and finally enough over the edge of the ring apron that Trish released her or risked falling thru as well. Melina fell to the mats on the arena floor in a heap, crying and holding her ankle. Trish stood in the ring, standing by the ropes, watching Melina, and smiling. Trish eventually stepped thru the ropes and climbed down, stalking her opponent. Just as Melina was getting to her knees, Trish came up behind her, reached around her front and pulled Melina’s bikini top up and around her throat. Melina’s eyes went wide as she was now being choked from behind. She scratched and clawed at Trish’s arms but the fire in Trish’s eyes revealed that she was out for revenge from Melina’s earlier attack.

Trish held Melina in this dominating position for sometime until Melina seemed to be fading from the lack of air. Just as Trish was about to release the choke and finish her in the ring, something heavy and metal slammed across Trish’s back. It was a chair, and it was being held by Victoria, who was still wearing a leash held by Dawn Marie. Dawn was smiling, Victoria was teary eyed, and Stephanie was laughing.

“Hit her again!” Stephanie demanded.

Dawn yanked on the leash and Victoria unwillingly lifted the chair.

“On her back again!” Stephanie ordered.

Dawn yanked on the leash, and the chair came slamming down on Trish’s back. Trish was now laid out on the arena floor, Melina was coughing and choking to her side as she pulled the bikini strap from around her throat. Trish was breathing, and moving, albeit slightly, but she was not escaping.

“Once more, “ Stephanie called out, “on her head.”

When Victoria failed to respond to Stephanie’s orders fast enough, Dawn hit Victoria on her back with a strap she was carrying in her other hand. Tears now trailed down Victoria’s face as she lifted the chair once more, the leash pulled taut against her neck, Dawn laughing, and the chair now falling towards Trish’s slightly lifted head. It slammed down with the sound of metal hitting bone, Trish fell face first to the floor, blood now trickling from the spot of contact.

Stephanie applauded Dawn’s initiative and told Victoria to put Trish in the ring. Melina finally got to her feet as Trish was pushed under the bottom rope and followed her in, rolling under the bottom rope as well. Trish was dead weight as Melina took one of her lifeless arms and drug her to an area about 10 feet form a corner. Melina straddled Trish’s back and reached down and ripped off the t-shirt Trish had worn to the ring. The crowd cheered. Melina then pulled Trish’s bikini top off and then her bottoms. All the clothing went to the crowd and Melina was 3K richer. She knelt over Trish, lifted Trish’s arms and pulled them back over her knees. Melina then locked her fingers under Trish’s chin and sat back in a camel clutch. Melina held it long enough for the fans to take loads of pictures of the topless DIVA, then released her. During that submission hold, Trish never made a sound. Melina rolled Trish over onto her back and climbed the corner turnbuckle closest to Trish’s body. Melina stood tall, took in the applause of the crowd, and then leapt towards Trish, landing in a seated position with her ass landing atop Trish’s breasts. Trish’s body convulsed up and then laid back down, unmoving.

Melina rolled onto her, seductively across her body and waited for the five count. Five seconds later and she was the second finalist for the EWA Single’s Championship. Sable’s opponent for the next PPV.

Stephanie stood and applauded Melina’s accomplishment and walked into the ring. Bringing a microphone with her, she announced the next PPV would be in exactly 4 weeks, and we would have a new EWA Champion, and new Tag Team Champions.

As the closing credits began to roll, Melina pulled off her own thong and sat atop Trish’s face, straddling her, posing with her arms raised in a muscle pose as the flashbulbs went off.

(Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve submitted a story. But busy times lead to less writing. Hopefully I’m at another slow period. Thanks for all the supporting email, greatly appreciated. I also went thru an overhaul with this storyline, as you might have noticed. Even I was getting bored. So I hope the new direction is more interesting. Let me know if you have any suggestions, requests, or a DIVA I’ve missed. I’m a crowd pleaser! V.T.)