Story by The Amateur

Featuring:

Karen McDougal (1998 Playmate of the Year)

Born: March 23, 1971, Merrillville, Indiana

Height: 5’8”; Weight: 125 lbs. (34C-24-34)

“…I do work out every day. I think strength is important to a woman. It's energizing. It gives you the self-confidence you need to succeed.”

“…I don't go for bulk. My best in the squat is 140 pounds.”

vs.

Torrie Wilson (WWE Diva)

Born: July 24, 1975, Boise, Idaho
Height: 5’9”; Weight: 133 lbs. (36C-25-36)
“…The other day I got into a big fight with a woman because I wouldn’t take her crap!”

Sometime in 2007…

The clash had been coming for a while and everybody knew it. Both women were powerful and skilled catfighters and each had had her share of successes at the beach. Now it was time to determine who really was the best; who would be queen of Muscle Beach and who would have to submit to the other’s rule.

Currently the honor of being the Alpha bitch was Karen’s. The 1998 Playmate of the Year had established herself as the dominant force on the sand by defeating all who dared to challenge her and had just recently cemented her position with a hard-fought victory over her main rival, Californian fitness model Cori Nadine. The very same day Karen had beaten Cori, Torrie had challenged the victorious Playmate to a fight for the Muscle Beach crown, and Karen had readily accepted. However, Fate had decided that the two should face each other even before their highly anticipated battle on the beach, albeit not
alone. They had met in a wrestling ring for a tag-team “WWE vs. Muscle Beach” challenge match, which had pitted the pair of Torrie and fellow Wrestling Diva Victoria against Karen and another Muscle Beach figurehead, Hawaiian fitness model Kiana Tom.

Much to everyone’s surprise, and to the wrestlers’ infinite chagrin, it had been Karen and Kiana who had emerged victorious in the hotly contested match, edging out the heavily favored Divas. True, the success had been a team effort and many (especially Torrie) would even say that it had been Kiana who had done the bulk of the work to see the Muscle Beach duo to victory, but this had not bothered Karen any. A win is a win and that’s that, the Indiana native maintained, not missing a single opportunity to gloat over Torrie and proclaim herself superior to the blonde. Obviously, this had incensed Torrie, who had suggested that Karen back her claims of supremacy by finally facing her in a one-on-one, “woman-to-woman” fight on Muscle Beach, the challenge for which had been standing for so long. Karen had not thought twice.

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“So, you decided to show up, huh, bitch?” Karen smiled a little, looking Torrie up and down with a scornful expression. “Why am I not surprised? It figures that a blonde bimbo like you wouldn’t know when she’s in way over her empty head and would insist on gettin’ another beatin’! Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to be the obliging kind and seein’ how badly you want it…” The brunette left it hanging.

“You couldn’t figure how a shoelace works, Plaything!” Torrie shot back. “And as for ’ – I guarantee you you’ll get to know all about that before we’re through here!”

“Oh, you’ve finally learned some new words!” Karen said. “Because the last time you and I met in the ring, all you had was: ‘Please, Karen! Stop, Karen! You’re hurtin’ me, Karen! I give up, Karen! Please no more, Karen!’” The brunette gave a nasty little chuckle.

“Laugh it up, slut!” Torrie said through gritted teeth, her face flushing with barely suppressed anger. “You won’t think it’s so funny when I’m done with your sorry ass! You may’ve had some luck last time, but we’ll see now how you do alone, without the Hawaiian bitch fightin’ your fights for you! And speakin’ of, you can tell her she’ll be getting’ hers real soon – as soon as I can get my hands on her when she’s by herself!”

“Yeees, we will see.” Karen purred, a dreamy look in her blue eyes. “I’m kinda curious myself as to what you’d do when that other big-ass wrestling ditz isn’t here to take a share of the beatin’ and I heap it all on you! I’m guessin’ you’ll cry and beg, but I’m willin’ to give you the benefit of the doubt. You just might surprise everyone and manage to turn it around: Beg and cry!” This brought some laughter and shouts of approval from the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight and caused Torrie’s flush to deepen.

“Oh YOU will definitely be surprised, bitch. “The blonde growled. “I know you’re expectin’ to get your ass kicked, but you’ll be absolutely astonished by just how much it’ll hurt! ESPECIALLY now, when that ‘big-ass wrestlin’ ditz’ you mentioned isn’t here, getting’ in my way and holdin’ me back!”

“You know, I’m startin’ to get really curious as to what excuse you’re gonna come up with this time when I beat you like a big blonde piñata again and make you cry.” Karen smiled again.

“Yeah? Why don’t you try it, bitch?” Torrie snarled.

The two were standing several yards apart on the beach, just beyond the surf. Both were willing and ready to fight and looked to be in fantastic shape, each having worked hard to prepare for this clash. Their shapely, toned bodies glistened under the bright sun clad only in skimpy thong bikinis: Karen in red and Torrie in black. There were several calls from the onlookers now, urging the two to get it on. Not that Karen and Torrie needed any urging. They both wanted this and wanted it badly. Each was convinced that she was superior to the other and was dead set on demonstrating that superiority. Each knew that she had to defeat the other in order to reign supreme on Muscle Beach and each was certain she could do it.

Their ample chests rising and falling with their rapid breathing, the two fit, athletic beauties watched each other closely, each waiting for an opening. Suddenly, they hurled themselves at one another almost in the same instant, their hard bodies colliding with a loud smack. Grunting and puffing in effort, they staggered about violently, each straining to take the other down. Then as suddenly as they had come together, the two separated via a mighty shove from Torrie that forced Karen to take a few quick steps back. Torrie smirked. Karen answered with a derisive little smile. Standing face to face, neither woman seemed impressed with her competition after their initial clash. Fit and sexy, they both stood proudly, exuding arrogance, each extremely confident in her finely honed body, thrusting her large, glistening breasts out at her rival in a silent challenge.

“C’mon, McDougal!” Torrie taunted after a few moments. “Wassamatter, quittin’ already?”

Karen’s reply came in the form of a thrust-kick from her right leg, her heel slamming into her opponent’s stomach. Torrie’s rock-hard abs absorbed the impact, but the force of the blow was such that the blonde was forced to back off a step. Karen quickly went for another kick, but this time Torrie was ready. The blonde twisted to one side, avoiding Karen’s foot, and them moved forward, hooking her arm under Karen’s knee and lifting the brunette’s leg higher and at the same time swept Karen’s other leg with one of her own. Karen hit the ground with a groan, her rival all over her. Wrapping a strong arm around Karen’s head, Torrie forced the brunette onto her back and clamped down on the headlock, lying on her side and keeping partially on top of the Indiana beauty.

“You give, bitch? Huh? You give?” Torrie shouted, putting more and more pressure on the trapped head of the brunette, while the latter groaned and squirmed in the sand, struggling to break free.

“Fuck you, skank; get offa me!” Karen yelled.

Writhing furiously, the Playmate twisted her body into a better position and her knee thudded repeatedly into Torrie’s shapely buttocks, making the two firm spheres jiggle and shake. Torrie gritted her teeth and tried to put even more pressure on Karen’s skull, but just then the brunette suddenly sank her teeth in one of the blonde’s breasts, which was right in front of her face.

Screeching, Torrie released the headlock and rolled away from her foe. The two got up on their knees simultaneously and flew at each other, slamming their ample chests together and falling to the ground in a writhing, gasping knot of well-muscled limbs. Straining mightily, they rolled back and forth in the sand, pulling hair and punching and clawing. Karen managed to get Torrie on her back and straddle her, but the powerful blonde refused to be pinned and bucked and heaved with all her might. Karen tried to ride her foe’s struggles out and even managed to get in a few good blows to Torrie’s head, but then the blonde suddenly reached up and grabbed the brunette’s breasts, squeezing and twisting, her strong hands mangling the supple flesh. Karen screamed and got hold of Torrie’s wrists to push the clawing hands away, and managed to do so in the very instant in which the blonde heaved upwards violently, throwing the Playmate clean off.

The two scrambled to their feet and faced off, panting and shaking. Stepping up, Karen jabbed at her opponent’s face with her right fist and then quickly moved forward slamming a knee high into the side of Torrie’s body. Torrie grunted and leaned sideways, holding her ribs with her hand, allowing her rival a clean shot at her head. Karen took the shot and Torrie staggered backwards with a groan. Almost instantly the blonde – obviously unhurt – straightened up and charged, barreling into Karen and taking her down to the sand. They wrestled again, but this time Torrie managed to make use of her size and weight advantage and get on top. Forcing Karen to lie face down, the blonde trapped her in a Full Nelson and cranked up the pressure. Karen moaned and wriggled, straining her arms and shoulders against the tight hold, but could not break free.

“How’s that feel, bitch?” Torrie growled in Karen’s ear, her laced hands pushing hard at the back of the Playmate’s head. “Ready to quit?”

“Get bent!” A furiously writhing Karen replied angrily, but it was clear that she was hurting; Torrie was a strong woman and her strength was applied with purpose.

Torrie responded to the invitation by scooting up her rival’s body and sitting firmly on Karen’s taut, glistening buttocks. Panting, the big blonde put even more pressure onto Karen’s shoulders and neck, grinning savagely as she shoved the Playmate’s face deep into the beach. Karen let out a muffled moan and bent her arms at the elbows, filling her hands with strands of Torrie’s long, blonde hair and pulling mightily. Torrie groaned, but did not relinquish her grip and continued to push hard on the back of Karen’s head, riding the squirming Indiana native, weighing her down.

“AAARRGH! GET OFFA ME, YOU BITCH!” Karen yelled, her voice tight with the strain she was under. Drawing her knees under her body, the athletic brunette dug her feet into the sand and suddenly pushed with her toned, shapely legs, her strong body exploding in a single burst of energy which caused her to flip forward with her foe still clinging tightly to her. Torrie squealed in surprise and then grunted in pain as she landed on her back in the sand with Karen’s entire weight falling on her. Although slightly winded, the blonde quickly tried to wrap her legs around her rival from behind for a Body Scissors, but the unexpected heavy impact had caused her to loosen her Nelson somewhat and now Karen was able to break the hold completely by abruptly bringing her arms down. Just as Torrie’s legs were closing around her waist, Karen twisted sharply to one side and was able to turn over getting face to face with the blonde while lying on top of the latter. Tightening her legs around Karen’s midsection, Torrie reached to grab the brunette’s hair and pull her head back, but was too late. Karen head-butted Torrie in the face, causing the blonde to scream and loosen her Scissors.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” Karen snarled, twisting her lithe body free of the other woman’s encircling legs and quickly scrambling atop the blonde, straddling her and pinning her down. As Torrie squealed an squirmed, Karen hammered away at her head with both hands.
Bucking and kicking, the pinned Idaho beauty did her best to try to ward off the blows with her hands, but most of them still got through, hurting her. She quickly realized that she would not last very long if this continued and, in a repeat performance of the move she had used the last time she had been pinned by her rival, she suddenly reached up with both hands, sinking her claws into the brunette’s luscious breasts. Karen screeched and instantly responded by latching onto the blonde’s own massive orbs, mauling them savagely. Within seconds, the women’s flimsy bikini tops were shredded, leaving each pair of breasts exposed to both sight and attack. And attacked they were as four small, strong hands with manicured fingernails squeezed, twisted, pinched and clawed the supple flesh, eliciting shrieks of pain and fury from both sides.

“AAAAAIIIIIEEEE! LET GO YOU FUCKIN’ CUNT! LET GO!!” Karen howled, repeatedly smacking Torrie across the face with her right hand, while using her left to tear at the blonde’s right tit, yanking it to and fro and twisting it viciously.

Screaming under the assault, Torrie was fighting back with all she had, pulling Karen’s shapely orbs in all directions, digging her sharp claws deep into them. Moments later, Karen let go of her rival’s breast and suddenly grabbed her by the throat with both hands, squeezing as hard as she could. Flat on her back beneath the Playmate, Torrie thrashed and gurgled, her eyes bulging and her face turning red from the lack of oxygen. She grabbed Karen’s wrists and tried to push her hands away, but could not. Her normally angelic features twisted in a vicious grimace, the sexy Indiana native snarled as she shook the Idaho fitness queen back and forth like a rag doll, repeatedly slamming the back of Torrie’s head into the sand while digging her thumbs into the blonde’s windpipe.

“I’ll kill you, you fuckin’ bitch!” Karen screamed, her blue eyes blazing with fury as she choked Torrie mercilessly “I’ll fuckin’ – AAAAAIIEEEEEE!”

Karen’s agonized wail came courtesy of Torrie’s fingernails, which the frightened and desperate blonde had suddenly raked across the Playmate’s eyes. In the next instant Torrie’s powerful body surged upwards and to the right, and Karen toppled over into the sand, covering her face with her hands.

Both women needed a moment and they took it: Torrie – to draw some precious air in her lungs and bring her breathing back under control, while Karen used the time to blink the tears out of her eyes and clear her vision.

Rising up, the two now topless beauties squared off again and began to circle each other breathing heavily, their bodies speckled with sand and gleaming in the sun.

After a few abortive attempts to close in and take her opponent down, Torrie finally succeeded in getting a good grip on Karen and yank her off balance. Clinging to each other, the two hit the deck at the edge of the water, waves washing over them as they rolled back and forth, each striving to overcome her foe. Karen managed to trap Torrie in a frontal Body Scissors and clamped down hard, her strong legs constricting the blonde’s sides.

Her face turning red from the pressure put on her ribcage by the brunette’s steely thighs, Torrie winced as she squirmed in Karen’s grip. Grunting in effort, the big blonde somehow powered Karen onto her back, getting on top of her.

“Let go!” Torrie growled, hitting Karen in the head with both hands.

The brunette tried to avoid or block the blows, but some of them still found their mark and, even though Torrie’s cramped position was not the best for striking, Karen was still hurt. The Playmate quickly threw her arms around her rival’s neck pulling Torrie closer to her to prevent the blonde from hitting her. Huffing and puffing, Torrie showed her strength by planting her hands and feet firmly in the sand and straightening her legs, pushing herself up and lifting her opponent’s lower body off the ground. Her ankles still locked behind Torrie’s back, Karen now literally hung from the blonde’s body, only the back of her head and shoulders touching the ground.

“I SAID LET GO, BITCH!” The enraged Wrestling Diva roared and reared up suddenly and violently, lifting Karen clean off the sand and then slamming her back down.

Karen gave a low moan, her body shuddering as it bore the combined impact of the hard sand underneath and Torrie’s hard frame on top. Torrie felt her opponent’s Scissors loosening and wriggled energetically, ultimately managing to break free. Getting on top of the struggling Playmate, the blonde fired a few shots down into Karen’s face, making the brunette squeal and cover up. She then tried to pin Karen’s arms to the sand with her knees, but the strong Indiana native bucked violently and managed to throw the blonde off.

Another fast and furious wrestling match followed, the two fit, hard bodies twisting and straining against each other as they vied for supremacy. This time it was Torrie who succeeded in clamping a tight Body Scissors on her rival and the blonde was quick to take advantage of the situation, squeezing mightily, her powerful legs crushing Karen’s midsection. Karen moaned and writhed but could not escape the vice of the wrestler’s legs. Torrie now quickly threw her arms around Karen’s head and pulled it in close, looking to add a Breast-Smother to the Scissors. The Playmate had other ideas, though, and sank her teeth into the blonde’s left breast before the Smother could be applied. Torrie shrieked and flinched, forgetting all about her Scissors and thus allowing Karen to escape the hold. Almost immediately, Karen was on top of Torrie, straddling her and pinning her down. As Torrie squealed and squirmed, Karen delivered a fusillade of heavy slaps to the blonde’s face. Grabbing two handfuls of Torrie’s long locks, the Playmate now began slamming the back of the former Miss Galaxy’s head against the tightly compacted sand. This did not do any significant damage to Torrie, but it still hurt her and she had no intentions of allowing it to continue. Timing her attempt well, the Wrestling Diva swiftly raised both her legs, spreading them and placing the back of her calves against Karen’s shoulders. One mighty push and Karen toppled over landing on her back. Continuing her momentum, Torrie sat up and pounced on her downed foe.

Rolling around, the two snarled, groaned and hissed as each pulled hair, slapped and scratched in a bid to overcome the other. Torrie appeared the more aggressive of the two in this melee, the bigger blonde constantly attempting to scissor and hug her rival, looking to overwhelm the Playmate with her strength. Much to Torrie’s frustration, though, Karen’s toned, flexible body was not an easy one to overwhelm – especially when backed by steely determination and purposeful viciousness, such as those of the Indiana-born beauty. Fighting fiercely, Karen thwarted all of her foe’s moves and responded with attacks of her own, using every opportunity to assail every exposed inch of the blonde wrestler’s body with her fists, claws and teeth, and often succeeding, as was evident by Torrie’s pained groans. Still, as spirited a fight Karen was putting up, Torrie’s bulk and sheer raw power eventually told, and the Idaho native was able to put her rival down on her back and stay on top of her.

They continued to strain against each other on the wet sand, grunting and gasping. With Torrie on top, the two strong bodies heaved and twisted – Karen trying to buck her rival off, while the blonde strove to keep the brunette down. Their legs kicked and thrashed about wildly for a while, then they stopped. Torrie’s thicker, more heavily muscled stems had wrapped themselves around Karen’s, forcing them shut and getting them under control. Karen moaned and squirmed as she tried to free her trapped limbs, but it was no good; Torrie’s legs were more powerful and they squeezed mightily, encircling Karen’s bronzed thighs and keeping them pressed tightly together. Grinning triumphantly, Torrie elevated her body above that of her downed foe, grasped Karen’s right wrist with her left hand and pinned it to the sand above the brunette’s head. Karen moaned and writhed, but seemed powerless against the blonde’s weight and strength.

“Give it up, bitch!” Torrie panted, her face almost touching that of the pinned Playmate. “You’re way too weak for me!”

Karen responded by repeatedly slapping and punching the blonde’s heaving torso with her free hand before grabbing a handful of hair at the top of Torrie’s head and yanking mightily. As her neck was twisted backwards, Torrie cried out and her face contorted in pain. But despite her obvious discomfort, the Idaho beauty refused to relinquish her position on top and fought back by placing her right forearm across Karen’s throat and pressing down hard, choking the Playmate. Wheezing, a red-faced Karen tugged on the other woman’s hair even harder, but all she achieved was an increase of the pressure on her already constricted windpipe.

“Let go, cunt!” Torrie growled, grinding her forearm against the Indiana woman’s soft, vulnerable throat.

Finding it almost impossible to breathe, Karen bucked and twisted furiously beneath her foe. She managed to wrench her right wrist free of Torrie’s grasp and immediately clawed at the blonde’s face. As Torrie squealed and flinched, Karen surged up powerfully, rolling the blonde over and getting on top of her. Extricating her legs from the other woman’s, Karen now pushed herself up and straddled Torrie.

“Who’s weak now, slut? Huh? Who’s the weak bitch now?” Karen shouted, aiming slap after slap at Torrie’s face while the pinned blonde moaned and squirmed beneath her. Torrie was kicking and twisting, trying to buck Karen off of her, but the Indiana native rode her Idaho foe well, staying on top of the blonde and continuing to hit her.

“I’ll show you weak, you fat-assed tramp!” Karen hissed. Grabbing her opponent’s left wrist with both hands she used the combination of strength and weight to force Torrie’s arm to the ground and pin it with her knee, despite the Wrestling Diva’s furious resistance. Torrie screamed in both anger and fear and writhed wildly, her knees smacking into Karen’s heaving, glistening back. Undaunted, the Playmate kept her mount and attempted to get hold of Torrie’s other arm and pin it as well. Desperate to avoid being pinned down and rendered helpless, Torrie struggled with all her might, arching her back violently, her free arm flailing around, hooked fingers slashing at Karen’s eyes. Sitting on top, Karen easily avoided her rival’s claws via quick shifts of her head and upper body, almost laughing the blonde’s futile struggles off.

Suddenly, Karen reached behind her with one hand, grabbed the front of Torrie’s thong and started pulling upwards. The thinly-stretched fabric sawed in Torrie’s crotch and the blonde screeched in pain, squirming with more intensity than ever. Karen snarled and pulled even harder, until the overtaxed thong was ripped apart and Torrie was left completely naked. The Playmate then delivered two quick slaps to her rival’s face and suddenly grabbed Torrie by the throat, digging her thumbs in. Flat on her back, the powerfully-built Wrestling Diva gurgled and thrashed, her eyes bulging and her face turning crimson from lack of air.

“See how YOU like bein’ choked, bitch!” Karen growled, baring her teeth in a vicious grimace as she squeezed the pinned woman’s throat harder and harder.

In dire need of air, Torrie reached up with her free hand and latched onto Karen’s left breast, yanking and twisting, her strong fingers crushing the pliant flesh, sharp claws sinking deep into soft skin. Karen yowled in pain and grabbed Torrie’s wrists with both hands. Pushing the blonde’s hand away from her breast and down to the ground, the Playmate now tried to pin her foe’s arm with her knee – just as she had done with Torrie’s other arm. Torrie had other ideas, though. Fearful of becoming completely defenseless with the strong and vicious brunette on top of her, the sexy Idaho native struggled fiercely and succeeded in freeing her left arm from underneath Karen’s’ knee. She then used her hand to maul Karen’s right breast while the Playmate was still focusing on trying to pin her other arm down. Karen screamed and started hitting Torrie haphazardly in the head, forcing the blonde to place her hands in front of her face to protect it. Twisting a little to one side to get a good look behind her, the Indiana beauty bunched her right fist and smashed it down straight onto the shaven mound of her foe, sending Torrie’s bucking hips straight back down to the sand. She then repeated the move several more times, her fist smacking into Torrie’s smooth skin, causing the blonde to howl in agony.

“Had enough, slut? Karen hissed and, without waiting for a reply, brought her open palm down on Torrie’s mound, producing a loud smack. “This is MY beach, you fuckin’ cunt! I rule here; I OWN the place!” Feeling angrier and more dominant than ever, the gorgeous brunette once again slapped her pinned rival’s crotch, bringing forth another cry of pain from the pinned fitness queen. “NO bitch comes around here tryin’ to act like she’s all that – especially not some bleach-headed Baywatch reject! This is a place for REAL women – not for big, dumb fake blonde cows and their fake bullshit wrestlin’!!”

Another blistering slap to her tender womanhood had Torrie squealing louder then ever. Breathing heavily through clenched teeth, Karen slapped the blonde’s face, twice, and then grabbed two handfuls of hair, slamming the back of Torrie’s head against the sand. Even though the sand at the edge of the surf where the two were was wet and harder than the rest of the beach, Torrie was not particularly hurt, but at the same time she knew she was in trouble and she had to do something if she wanted to win. Sensing the fight slipping away from her and Karen beginning to overwhelm her, Torrie summoned all the energy she had, hell-bent on turning the tide and defeating this uppity bitch of a Playmate. Reaching up, the blonde grabbed Karen’s hair with one hand and her left breast with the other and started pulling downwards and sideways, bucking with all her strength in attempts to throw the brunette off. Karen screamed with the pain from the dual attack on her scalp and chest, but stubbornly refused to abandon her mounted position. She knew she was getting the better of her blonde foe and was determined to use her momentum to weigh the big bitch down and ride her into defeat.

“Stay down, you cunt! STAY DOWN!!” The Playmate yelled, slapping Torrie’s face repeatedly while constantly adjusting her hips and shifting her center of gravity to negate the Wrestling Diva’s violent bucking and stay on top of her.

Torrie did not stay down and continued to struggle, yanking Karen’s hair and mangling her breast, completely ignoring the brunette’s slaps. The furious battle went on for quite some time with each woman giving as good as she got, but in the end Torrie’s desperation-enhanced strength proved too much for Karen’s rather average weight and the Indiana beauty toppled over into the sand.

The two rose up on their knees and wasted no time trying to get all the way up. Torrie threw a wild haymaker which was intended to take Karen’s head off. The agile brunette managed to duck under the blow just in time, though, and then fired a short, powerful jab into Torrie’s kidney area which had been left exposed due to the blonde’s own momentum from the missed punch twisting her body sideways. Torrie cried out and clutched at the place of impact, giving her rival the opportunity to attack. Moving forward, Karen shoved the blonde down onto her belly and straddled her back, hammering at her head and neck with both fists. Groaning, the Wrestling Diva squirmed and twisted beneath her tormentor, but Karen was unperturbed and continued her assault, grabbing Torrie’s hair and leaning on the back of the blonde’s head, shoving her face into the hard, wet sand.

“It’s no use tryin’ to fight me, you dumb broad!” Karen shouted. “You can’t beat me and you know it, so why dontcha just admit I’m the best and kiss my ass like a good little bitch, and maybe I won’t hurt you too much!” The sexy Indiana native grinned savagely as she pulled her rival’s head from side to side, grinding the Idaho beauty’s face into the sand and loving every second of it.

Torrie admitted nothing and continued to struggle wildly, desperate to extract her aching visage from the sand and breathe. She managed to pull her knees under her body and remained like that for couple of seconds, face down, taut, glistening ass jutting out and quivering as she gathered strength for one mighty surge, which launched Karen forward and down onto the sand, tits first.

Almost instantly, Karen was up on her feet and spinning around to face her foe, only to spent the next few seconds wishing that she had not done it.

Crouching low down, Torrie’s powerful body seemed to launch itself up from the sand as the blonde took a short run and literally speared the other woman, the top of her head ramming into Karen’s stomach with all of her weight behind it. The impact nearly folded the Playmate in two. It also drove most of the air out of her lungs and knocked her down on her back. Now positively seeing red, Torrie was up and kicking within a heartbeat, her bare feet slamming hard into Karen’s supine form, making the brunette squeal and squirm.

“I’ll show you who’s the best and who’ll be kissin’ ass here today, you cheap whore!” The Wrestling Diva hissed as she stomped on Karen’s belly.

Karen groaned and curled up on her side, still struggling for air. Torrie kicked the brunette in the back and then stomped on her again, forcing her to roll onto her belly.

“C’mon, Playbitch, get up!” The blonde growled. Bending down, she grabbed the back of Karen’s thong and started tugging, eager to assist the brunette to her feet.

Not enjoying the “wedgie” at all, Karen shrieked in pain and protest, involuntarily raising her pelvis off the sand, her wet, perfectly-shaped derriere sticking up in the air invitingly as she sought to relieve the searing pain caused by the thinly-stretched fabric cutting into her nether regions. Torrie bared her white teeth into a wolfish smile and pulled even harder, putting even more strain on Karen’s crotch as well as on the Playmate’s vocal cords, which were struggling to cope with the demand. Fortunately for Karen, this added tension was not something that the brunette’s thong could withstand for very long, and it soon gave up the ghost, simply falling apart in Torrie’s hand. Throwing the destroyed garment aside with disdain, Torrie stomped down on Karen’s firm ass and then hauled the completely naked Playmate up to her feet via a handful of dark tresses. A heavy blow to the stomach doubled Karen up, before a meaty forearm clobbered her across the back, dropping her to her knees. She got up again and almost immediately howled as Torrie’s fist smashed into the small of her back. Closing in from behind, Torrie punched her opponent in the left kidney and, out of sheer spite, drove her right knee straight in the middle of Karen’s right buttock, drawing a pained moan from the brunette.

“Fake wrestling bullshit, huh?” Torrie panted out. “Let’s see just how fake it is, shall we?”

Standing close to the other woman, Torrie suddenly slipped her arms around Karen’s waist and locked them together in front of the Playmate’s belly, squeezing tight. Karen mewled and tried to push the constricting arms apart, but they were too strong and continued to compress her midsection.

“Ready, bitch?” Torrie asked ominously. Then her knees bent, her taut ass dipped slightly, her sculpted body tensed… The next moment Karen was up in the air and sailing over a falling-backwards Torrie, the back of the Playmate’s head and shoulders slamming down onto the hard sand, her arms splaying uselessly aside – all the direct result of a near-perfectly executed German Suplex. Her arms remaining locked around her foe, Torrie rolled over, rolling Karen with her and then climbed to her feet with the brunette hanging almost limp in her embrace. Too dazed by the heavy impact Karen was unable to prevent the second devastating Suplex, which left her in worse a shape than she could remember ever having been in. She was soon to revise that estimate, though, as Torrie rolled over again, still clinging tightly to her rival. Panting, her chin digging in Karen’s back, the sturdy blonde got to her feet again, dragging the unresisting Playmate with her.

“Third time’s the charm, baby!” Torrie rasped, her wet, glinting torso expanding and contracting with her heavy breathing.

Summoning all her strength, the Idaho bombshell set herself up again, her powerful body heaved and Karen was airborne once more, squealing as she lived (barely, it must be said) through a third Suplex. This time, however, Torrie chose to release her victim before falling down, the blonde’s considerable strength propelling Karen through the air, sending the brunette crashing down a good few feet behind her. Karen hit the deck hard and groaned loudly, her arms and legs flung out like a rag doll’s, her large, glistening breasts jiggling violently with the heavy impact, bouncing and rolling all over her chest.

Rising up, Torrie literally strutted over to her fallen foe, her hips swaying provocatively, her proud breasts heaving up and down as she looked at the supine Playmate with glee.

“How’s that for fake wresting bullshit, bitch?” The blonde asked smugly, using her right foot to prod one of Karen’s breasts, while the wheezing, moaning Indiana native was busy blinking the bright spots dancing before her eyes away and clearing the cobwebs from her head, not to mention trying to draw in a breath or two. “Maybe next time you’ll try to actually think before you start runnin’ your mouth! Then again, let’s not expect too much…” Torrie shrugged her shoulders and kicked Karen in the side.

Karen, groaned, rolled over, grabbed Torrie’s ankles and pulled. Torrie squealed in surprise and sprawled on the sand. Karen was on top of her foe instantly, but the powerful blonde heaved and bucked, rolling the Playmate off of her. The two naked, fit bodies thrashed in the sand, wrestling for control, pounding fists and palms smacking off taut flesh an sharp claws raking smooth, tanned skin. It seemed evenly balanced for a while, with each beauty giving as good as she got, but in time Torrie’s weight and strength advantage began to make a difference and the blonde started to gain the upper hand. Both women felt this and while Karen groaned in despair and strained to the limit in an attempt to counter her rival’s overwhelming might, Torrie growled triumphantly, now in full-on attacking mode. Gradually, the blonde Idaho beauty began to assert herself, getting on top of Karen and staying there, keeping the writhing, wriggling Indiana native down. Karen fought wildly, but she just could not match the Wrestling Diva for sheer muscle.

“You’re mine now, bitch! And so is this beach!” Torrie crowed, her green eyes glittering, staring deep into Karen’s blue ones.

Breathing heavily, her face inches from that of her foe, the bigger blonde swarmed the brunette, overpowering her, pinning her down .

“Get offa me, you fuckin’ whore!” Karen half-yelled, half-moaned as she struggled against the other woman’s powerful body on top of her.

Torrie’s only response was a nasty laugh. Pushing into her rival’s taut, chiseled frame, the Wrestling Diva weighed the Playmate down, her stony abs mashing aggressively against Karen’s equally hard ones, her larger breasts pushing into the brunette’s firm pair looking to crush and flatten them. Stiff pink nipples poked and stabbed bigger, darker ones and Karen moaned in discomfort.

Torrie laughed again. She finally felt she was establishing her dominance over the other woman and she fully intended to make the most of it. Grabbing hold of Karen’s right wrist she bent the arm at the elbow, expertly trapping it in a nasty Paintbrush Lock.

“Here’s some more fake wrestlin’ bullshit for you, cunt!” The blonde panted as the brunette gasped and squirmed beneath her.

“OOOOWWWW! MY ARM, BITCH! LET GO!!” Karen howled, using her free hand to pull Torrie’s hair.

Ignoring the hairpulling, Torrie repositioned her body until her head was about level with the other woman’s chest and grinned, breathing heavily into Karen’s heaving breasts. Karen saw this and shrieked in fear, tugging desperately at Torrie’s long locks, her eyes wide and panicky as she knew what was to follow. She was wrong. Despite all of the brunette’s efforts to stop her, Torrie managed to lower her head and she did indeed use her mouth on her foe’s right breast, but instead of biting it, she simply licked its underside before twirling her tongue around the nipple and then briefly sucking on the hard brown nub.

“Hmmmm, that’s not too impressive, I’m afraid” The blonde purred, laughing off the Playmate’s indignant squeal, as wave after wave continued to wash over the two women struggling at the edge of the surf. “And a Playmate of the Year too! How sad!”
Clicking her tongue, the sexy Idaho native slithered up Karen’s body, intent on continuing her domination of the brunette. “Now let me show you what a real woman’s breasts look like, and more importantly – what they FEEL like!”

Karen gave another cry of fear and this time she was right in her assumption: Torrie was going for a Breast-Smother. Seeing the Wrestling Diva’s large, wet orbs jiggle and shake directly above her face, Karen fought desperately to escape, writhing and squirming and pulling Torrie’s hair with all her might. For a moment it looked like she might succeed in throwing the other woman off of her, but then a well-rounded knee slammed into her crotch, causing her to scream and stiffen convulsively and effectively putting an end to her resistance. The next moment Torrie’s breasts plopped down on Karen’s face, engulfing it. Instantly, the blonde wrapped her arms around her rival’s head, securing it in place and the Smother was complete.

Unable to breathe, Karen twisted and kicked wildly, her lungs burning from the lack of much needed air. But no matter how much the Playmate struggled, she could not escape her foe’s suffocating embrace. Torrie was a mistress of the Breast-Smother, having perfected the hold through years of practice on both the fitness and wrestling circuits where many fitness models and fellow-wrestlers had fallen victim to the sexy Idaho native’s massive mounds of flesh and silicone. Now Karen looked like she would join that long list of victims as she squirmed and twisted ineffectually beneath the blonde, her face still covered by the latter’s copious charms and her breathing passages sealed off.

“Say goodnight, bitch!” Torrie panted, clinging to her rival, mashing her chest into Karen’s face, smothering the Indiana beauty into oblivion. “Make sure you remember to get your sorry ass off MY beach when you wake up!”

Planting her feet on the sand, Karen started arching her back, twisting her hips back and froth in attempts to roll Torrie off, but it was no good. Torrie knew she was on the verge of winning and she hung on tenaciously, using her weight to keep the thrashing brunette down where her breasts could do their work and finish the latter off. Bucking, twisting, her long, shapely legs kicking wildly in the air, Karen sensed the fight going away from her, and she went berserk, clawing at Torrie’s back and hammering the blonde’s sides with her fists. Her head swimming, empty lungs feeling like they would collapse any second, she realized that she was only moments away from losing consciousness and the battle. Panting harshly, her powerful torso expanding and contracting with her rapid breathing, Torrie ignored all of her opponent’s struggles and continued to smother the Playmate, focused solely on claiming victory with Muscle Beach as the prize.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Torrie threw her head back and screamed, and then just continued screaming, writhing wildly atop the other woman. Having reached the end of her rope, Karen had slid her hand down Torrie’s back and ass and her strong fingers had embedded themselves in the tender flesh between the blonde’s legs, her sharp claws raking it brutally. Knowing she was on the verge of winning, Torrie tried to fight the pain and maintain her hold, certain that her rival would be out in a matter of seconds, but in the end, she just could not cope with the agony in her nether regions and the thought of any lasting damage being done by the brunette’s talons. With a cry of both pain and frustration, the blonde released the Smother and rolled off of her rival.

Lying flat on her back, Karen wheezed and coughed, struggling to get as much air into her lungs as possible, while several feet away, a moaning, curled up Torrie gently massaged her abused womanhood. The blonde was much quicker to her feet, though,
and she stepped towards her gasping foe, determined to continue where she had left off.

“Come here, you fuckin’…” Torrie hissed, her lips drawn of her teeth as she approached the supine Playmate.

Still on her back, Karen raised her right leg and thrust out, her heel slamming low in Torrie’s belly, forcing the blonde to grunt and double over, holding the hurt area. The brunette then lashed out with her right foot, kicking Torrie in the head and knocking her down.

Almost a full minute went by with warring beauties staying down, taking some time to recover, but once they got to their feet, neither one showed any signs of even the slightest desire to quit. They were both hurt and exhausted, their bodies shaking with the strain, their breathing coming in loud, harsh gasps, but for all this, their resolve to fight remained unchanged. Each woman wanted the win, which she knew would not only prove her supremacy over her opponent, but would secure her place as the queen of Muscle Beach, the Alpha bitch, superior to all others.

Having won the crown in her last battle against Cori Nadine, Karen was determined to keep it at any cost. She had no intention of letting that big blonde slut just waltz in and take her place – no matter how strong she was. Torrie had other ideas, though. The lovely Idaho native wanted the beach for herself; she wanted Karen’s position and she intended to take it form the brunette. She also had had a string of fighting successes on the beach, defeating some pretty formidable opponents and gaining confidence and experience along the way to add to her physical prowess. Karen was the last hurdle in her way – one which she was sure she would overcome. She was aware the brunette was tough, but nowhere near tough enough for her. This was her time to shine, Torrie felt. She was younger, bigger and stronger then her rival and was ready to take her rightful place as the dominant force on the sand. As far as she was concerned, Karen’s reign was over. The Playboy bitch was going down, no matter what.

Closing in, Torrie threw a fist at Karen’s head, but the brunette easily ducked out of the way and slammed a short punch into the blonde’s thick torso. Torrie grunted, but did not seem hurt at all and quickly wrapped the Playmate in a Bear Hug, squeezing tight. Karen gasped, squirming in the blonde’s strong arms which constricted her middle making breathing difficult. Lifting Karen up in the air, Torrie shook the Indiana native back and forth and suddenly slammed her down on the hard sand, landing on top of her. Karen was hurt, but she was not about to quit. She ached her back, then suddenly heaved upwards and sideways, rolling Torrie over and getting on top of her. The powerful blonde instantly bucked and managed to reverse the positions once again emerging on top. They rolled back and forth for several moments, grunting and groaning with effort as they struggled for the upper hand, their fit, athletic bodies straining against each other, determination and will to win driving each woman on even with her energy depleting. Karen somehow managed to wriggle on top of Torrie and stay there long enough to send a couple of fists down into the thrashing blonde’s face. Torrie moaned and her struggles seemed to weaken for a moment.

“Bitch!” Karen snarled, baring her teeth in a vicious grimace, and suddenly plastered her soft hands over Torrie’s face, sealing off the blonde’s mouth and nose, smothering her.

Torrie’s green eyes went wide, the fear quite evident in them as she found herself being denied the air which she so badly needed – especially now, in the heat of the battle. Writhing frantically beneath her foe, the blonde grabbed Karen’s wrists and started pushing. Karen groaned and strained to keep her hands over her rival’s face, but could not. Torrie’s effort, fueled by fear, proved too great for the brunette and her hands slowly lifted off Torrie’s visage, allowing the blonde to breathe. Her Hand-Smother attempt having failed, Karen now quickly shifted tactics and, wrenching her arms free of her foe’s grasp, started hitting Torrie in the face, determined to gain control of the latter and keep it. The pinned Wrestling Diva bellowed in pain and anger and heaved and kicked with all her might, eventually throwing Karen off via a sudden arching of her strong back.

Rising up on their knees, the two came together again, still as determined as ever. They were very heavily fatigued at this point, the brutal, grueling battle having taken its toll on both of them, and they just leaned into each other more than anything else, pulling hair and slapping weakly. Falling onto the sand they rolled over a few times, the two tanned, glistening bodies tied together in a tangle of shapely limbs. Unable to bear the thought of being defeated by what she considered a vastly inferior woman, and the humiliation such a loss would bring, each beauty continued to dig deep into her last reserves of strength, desperately trying to find a way to overcome her foe and rule the beach unchallenged. Torrie’s greater size and weight once again helped the blonde pin her slightly slimmer opponent down and she began hitting Karen with both hands, trying to batter her into submission. Groaning, Karen managed to roll Torrie off with a sudden twist of her lithe body, but the blonde was back on her in an instant, harrying her, bullying her. Forcing Karen to lie on her belly, Torrie now stretched on top of the Playmate and trapped her in a Full Nelson. Karen moaned and struggled, but seemed unable to break the hold. Panting heavily, plastering her hot, wet body all over Karen’s Torrie tightened her grip, weighing the brunette down, putting pressure on her neck and shoving her face into the sand at the same time.

“You’re finished bitch!” Torrie growled in Karen’s ear, sensing the Playmate’s struggles weakening further and further. “I own your ass now! You’re no match for me and if you weren’t so fuckin’ dumb you’d know that! You’re way too lame to try and compete with me! And way too weak! All those fitness magazines you were in – that’s all crap! You’re a fake weak little bitch and you don’t belong in fitness. So I suggest that once I’m done beatin’ on you here, you go back to what you do best: Pose naked for men’s magazines. Leave the fitness modeling to those who have the bodies to do it!”

Punctuating her words with a few quick, powerful and highly suggestive thrusts of her hips against the prone Playmate’s perfectly-shaped, naked backside, Torrie released her squirming victim and stood up.

“C’mon, bitch, on your feet!” The Idaho native ordered, dragging her rival up via a handful of hair.

Karen moaned with the searing pain in her scalp and suddenly drove a fist in Torrie’s belly.

The blonde, who had expected something like this, managed to tighten her abs just in time, and Karen’s punch did not do any great damage – unlike Torrie’s retaliatory blow which caught the brunette unprepared and sank deep into her heaving belly. As Karen grunted and doubled over, Torrie steadied the Playmate by grabbing her hair with both hands, and then drove her knee up into Karen’s chest.

“Now, bitch,” Torrie panted, still holding the gasping, coughing brunette by the hair, “let me show you what real fitness and fake bullshit wrestlin’ is all about!”

Moving beside Karen, Torrie dipped her knees, one arm going low down between the Playmate’s legs, the other snaking around her neck, and before Karen could react she was already going up. In an impressive show of strength, especially at this late stage of the fight, the former Miss Galaxy scooped Karen up and stretched her across her shoulders in a classic Torture Rack. Suspended in her fore’s brutal hold, her back arched to breaking point, Karen screamed, the pressure on her spine unbearable.

Standing up straight, strong legs braced, her chest heaving rapidly as toned muscles rippled all over her sculpted, glistening body, the naked Idaho beauty proudly displayed her equally naked and lovely Indiana rival. All Karen could do was squeal ands squirm, long brown hair hanging loose, shapely arms and legs flailing weakly, large, sweaty breasts thrusting skywards, rocking and shaking.

“How do you like this little bit of fake bullshit wrestlin’, bitch?” Torrie asked tensely, thick arms flexing, pulling down on Karen’s neck and leg, bending the brunette’s back towards the perfect U shape. Determined to finish this right there and then, the blonde now amazingly somehow found the strength to actually bounce up and down, making her captured prey howl in utter anguish.

Lost in a sea of pain, feeling like her back would break at any moment, Karen’s only coherent thought was that she had to put an end to the torment. Now. She could not take one more second of this. She had to either quit, or…

Exhausted, weakened and hurt, the Playmate reached with a trembling hand and in a desperation move clawed at her tormentor’s eyes. Torrie screeched and instantly released her victim, letting her drop limply to the sand. Spent by the effort she had put into the Torture Rack and temporarily blinded by her rival’s sharp claws, the big blonde stumbled around on unsteady legs, holding her hands over her eyes, knees sagging. Then she tripped over the other woman’s prone body and went over, landing on her back and remaining there moaning and rubbing her watering eyes.

As tired and battered as she was, Karen was up on her knees within moments, seeing her chance and intent on taking it. Gasping and panting, she scrambled over to her foe and drove the point of her elbow right in Torrie’s navel with a short, loud scream. This time the blonde did not expect the attack and did not manage to tighten her abs in time. As a result, Karen’s elbow went in deep, spearing Torrie’s belly and making the Wrestling Diva pull her knees up to her chest with a groan.

“Fuckin’ slut!” Karen hissed and pushed at her rival’s folded legs, rolling Torrie over on her side. She then straddled the blonde and hammered away at her head with both fists, determined to keep her momentum up. Groaning under the assault, Torrie fought back, eventually succeeding in toppling Karen over. Pulling hair and slapping and clawing, the two rolled back and forth a couple of times before Karen managed to snake her legs around Torrie’s waist, trapping her in a Body Scissors. Wedged sideways between her rival’s strong legs, the Idaho beauty moaned and squirmed, her hands pawing at the smooth, shapely stems that held her captive, but to no avail. Karen had her sights set on victory and she pressed her advantage on, flexing her powerful thighs, crushing the other woman’s midsection. Torrie was really feeling the pain now, despite her torso being quite sturdy and well-muscled. The Playmate’s legs were immensely strong and they put incredible pressure on the Wrestling Diva’s body. Groaning, her beautiful face red with the strain and contorted in agony, Torrie squirmed and writhed between Karen’s scissoring legs, her own powerful, muscular legs kicking uselessly in the air and plowing the sand while her hands scrabbled at the brunette’s silky thighs to no avail.

Panting harshly, looking more determined than ever, Karen began to take control, her crushing legs punishing her bigger foe, squeezing the life out of the blonde. Still, Torrie fought on, determined to free herself of the scissors and win the fight. Her powerful body heaving and twisting, the sexy Idaho native struggled with all her might against the encircling limbs, slapping and clawing them furiously, sparing no effort to break the hold. She knew she was stronger and she knew she would defeat her foe. All she had to do was to escape the scissors and pound the Playboy slut to a pulp, which was only a matter of time.

But Karen herself wanted the win just as badly. This was her beach and she had no intentions of giving it up to some bleached wrestling tramp. She had the advantage now and she was dead set on keeping it. Snarling, she rolled the struggling blonde around, her legs still clamped down on Torrie’s midsection. She forced Torrie onto her back and suddenly twisted on top of her, facing the Wrestling Diva’s feet. Stretching out, the Indiana beauty shot her legs backwards and snapped her thighs shut around her rival’s head in a Reverse Head Scissors. Then she squeezed.

“AAAAAHHHHH! LET GO, YOU BITCH!” Torrie groaned, squirming beneath her captor, her face, framed by the Playmate’s shapely, tanned thighs, darkening from the pressure put on her head. Hurt and desperate, she slapped and scratched at said thighs as well as at the Indiana beauty’s firm, perfectly-rounded ass-cheeks which glistened and flexed just inches from her face.

“How’s that feel, Wilson?” Karen growled, squeezing harder and harder, drawing pained moans from the suffering Wrestling Diva. “Ready to quit yet? Huh?

Torrie responded by trying to apply a Head Scissors of her own on her foe, her muscular legs kicking up, spreading and closing in attempts to trap Karen’s head. The brunette avoided her rival’s flailing limbs and managed to push them down to the sand by placing her palms on the thighs. Propping herself on braced arms, Karen arched her back leaning onto Torrie’s thighs, pinning the legs to the sand. Trapped and in pain, her powerful, sturdy frame outperformed, ensnared and overwhelmed by the other woman’s slightly slimmer, more agile body, Torrie screamed in frustration and suddenly jerked her head to the left, filling her mouth with a good portion of Karen’s inner thigh and chomping down on it. The brunette howled and instantly released her foe, rolling away from her.

As Torrie tried to rise up, Karen flung herself at the blonde, wrestling her down to the sand and trapping her in another Head Scissors – this time from behind. Bellowing with rage and pain, Torrie struggled fiercely pounding Karen’s thighs with her fists. Lying on her side, Karen snatched a handful of hair at the top of the blonde’s head and started pulling, while squeezing as hard as she could with her legs, the muscles on her thighs standing out like steel cables. Thrashing wildly around, Torrie gasped and gurgled, her face beginning to take on a crimson hue as her head was being squashed like a grape in the vice of the Playmate’s sexy thighs.

Karen could almost taste victory now and she went all-out in an effort to finally break and subjugate the big blonde. Pulling her foe’s hair with one hand, she used the other to slap Torrie’s face and body and maul the trapped Wrestling Diva’s naked, quivering breasts. Torrie was screaming in pain, but continued to struggle, her desire to be queen of the beach much too great for her to submit to her dark-haired rival. Karen was just as determined to rule the sand, though, and at the moment she was in a much better position to achieve this. Snarling savagely, calling on all her strength, the Indiana beauty forced her rival onto her belly and quickly spun around, straddling Torrie’s head and simply sitting on the back of it, shoving the blonde’s face deep into the tightly compressed, wet sand. Facing Torrie’s feet, Karen now stretched out and applied a Reverse Head Scissors from behind. Feeling completely outclassed and outmaneuvered – and even toyed with – Torrie howled with fury and struggled with all her fading might, but seemed helpless against the lithe Playmate’s sinewy strength.

“Give it up, bitch, you’re finished!!” Karen shouted.

Straining to keep the squirming blonde under control, the brunette now raised her upper body by aching her back and propping herself with one hand on the ground. She then used her free hand to unleash a flurry of blows to her rival’s body, snarling viciously as she fired shot after shot into Torrie’s ribs and kidney area. Opening and closing her hand, alternating between punching and slapping, the strong Indiana native hammered away with all her might, panting, her beautiful face twisted in a vicious grimace as she tried to inflict maximum pain and damage to her downed foe, her palm and fist smacking and thudding into Torrie’s exposed flesh. Getting absolutely pulverized, the powerfully-built Idaho beauty was now mewling pathetically, her sturdy body ravaged by pain, shuddering and quaking convulsively with each blow, her shapely, well-developed legs twitching and trembling, feet pushing weakly at the sand.

“Had enough yet, bitch? Huh? Ready to admit I’m the better woman?” Karen growled, still pounding away at her trapped opponent while relentlessly squeezing the blonde’s head with her legs, feeling in complete command.

“No-oh, you fuckin’ cunt!” Torrie yelled, still struggling, despite her disadvantageous position, her fit body rebelling at being controlled by another. “You can’t beat me! I’ll never lose to some pathetic Playboy weakling!”

Gritting her teeth, Torrie pulled her legs under her body and began heaving and pushing with screams of effort and anger, trying to rear up and throw her tormentor off. Struggling to cope with her rival’s unexpected massive burst of strength, Karen was still unwilling to relinquish her tight grip on the blonde and now simply stood up, allowing the latter to make it up to her knees. Her legs still scissoring Torrie’s head, ankles crossed, Karen now squeezed with all her might.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH! LET GO OF ME, YOU SLUT!” Torrie groaned, jerking her body backwards and twisting it from side to side in attempts to pull free of the Scissors.

“DOWN, BITCH! DOWN!!” Karen roared, whaling away, her fists striking Torrie’s heaving, glistening torso with meaty thuds. Torrie refused to oblige. A sudden lurch from the big blonde had the Playmate momentarily losing her balance and nearly pitching forward. Saving herself from falling over by bending almost double at the waist and propping herself with her hands on the ground, Karen had no time to react when Torrie surged upwards. Placing one foot on the sand, the Idaho fitness queen powered up from one knee, the muscles in her strong legs straining and flexing.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Karen squealed, pounding and slapping the other woman’s firm, glistening ass frantically, her eyes wide and full of despair as she was lifted up in the air when Torrie slowly and steadily rose to her feet, despite all her efforts to weigh the blonde down.

Gasping for air through clenched teeth, the sexy Wrestling Diva made it all the way up, her reddened face a picture of grim determination, her large green eyes shining resolutely even as her straining body shook with exertion. Carrying the shrieking Indiana beauty draped upside down over her back, Torrie wrapped her arms around Karen’s legs, which the Playmate was desperately and unsuccessfully trying to choke her with, and set herself, taking a deep breath. Then, with one short, loud grunt of effort, she leaned abruptly forward.

The thought to wrap her arms around Torrie’s waist and thus save herself from what was coming occurred to Karen a fraction of a second too late. The Playmate was whipped through the air with tremendous force, which sent her crashing down onto the beach, the back of her head and shoulders hitting hard. The impact virtually folded the brunette in half, her feet touching the ground above her head before her body slowly uncoiled and lay limp. Eyes blinking, mouth agape and sucking air, the lovely Indiana native looked up at the powerful blonde standing above her and the expression she saw in the blazing green eyes sent cold shivers down her aching spine.

“I’ve had enough of you, you Goddam’ slut!” Torrie panted out, staring venomously at Karen, her sole ambition in life right now being to hurt her loathsome rival. “I’m gonna break every bone in your body before I make you my bitch! Then I’m gonna give myself the pleasure of smotherin’ you out with my tits, and I’m gonna do it real slow so you have the time to realize what it means to fight me!!” The blonde let out a short, breathless laugh, her big, wet breasts quivering as they swayed lazily on her broad chest.

Feeling back in control, the Wrestling Diva now moved to finish her fallen foe, and as she did so, she suddenly realized just how exhausted she was. She had difficulties catching her breath and she could barely stay on her feet, her entire body hurting and feeling like it would collapse any moment. The Playmate had proven a lot stronger and tougher than she had ever expected and fighting the bitch had certainly taken a heavy toll on her. She knew she had to end this quickly.

Just as Torrie was lowering herself to straddle her, Karen unexpectedly shot out her legs and snapped them shut around the blonde’s torso in a Body Scissors. Torrie squealed and jerked backwards, but it was too late. Reaching with both hands, Karen snatched a few locks of long blonde hair and yanked mightily, pulling Torrie down on top of her.

“Now we’ll see who’ll be breakin’ what!” Karen growled menacingly. Scissoring her rival’s midsection tight, the Playmate flexed her legs and Torrie gasped in shock as her ribcage was put under tremendous pressure.

“And while we’re on the subject of smothering with our tits…” Karen’s eyes glittered as she wrapped her arms around Torrie’s head, pulling the Idaho native’s face into her deep cleavage, her large, sweat-and-sea-water-soaked breasts molding over the blonde’s features, sealing off her mouth and nose.

Trapped and deprived of life-giving air, Torrie began to struggle desperately, squirming atop her foe, trying to pull back and extract her face from its hot, fleshy prison. But Karen would have none of it. The Indiana beauty knew she had her rival now and she was not about to be denied what she felt was a certain and most deserved victory.

“It’s no use, bitch! I got you now!” The Playmate breathed out, her toned body straining to its limits, her shapely, glistening limbs holding the struggling blonde captive while her breasts continued to cut off the latter’s air supply: “You’re mine…This beach is mine…No one can beat me…”

Writhing and heaving, Torrie reached up blindly, her claws searching for her rival’s eyes. Karen snarled and shook her head violently, avoiding the other woman’s fingernails.

“No fuckin’ way, you fuckin’ cunt! I told you – your ass is mine now!” The brunette snarled and suddenly rolled over, getting on top of Torrie and pinning the blonde on her back, her arms still wrapped around the latter’s head, her breasts still smothering.

Sensing that the end was near, Torrie fought like mad, her sturdy body heaving and bucking, powerful legs thrashing around, her hands slapping and clawing at Karen’s tapering, rippling back. Then, in total desperation, the former Miss Galaxy borrowed a leaf from her opponent’s book and reached down with both hands, her fingers ripping and tearing at Karen’s exposed womanhood. Karen screeched in agony, but just like Torrie had done before, she refused to release her hold and fought the pain, fully aware that she was only moment from suffocating her rival into defeat. In the end, though, no matter how much she wanted, she just could not do it. Torrie’s desperation in combination with the blonde’s strong hands, sharp claws and the sensitivity of the extremely vulnerable area that was under attack simply made the pain too much for Karen to withstand. With victory so agonizingly close the sexy Indiana native gave one howl of agony and despair, released her Smother and rolled away from her foe to get her maltreated sex away from those terrible clawing hands.

The end was now in sight for both women. Each one was aware that she was on the verge of collapsing and that she needed to finish her foe off before she had reached a state of total exhaustion. Taking a moment to rest was not an option. Each woman knew that if she allowed herself to relax and stayed down to rest now she would not be able to get up for a long time.
Adrenaline coursing through their bodies, the two fit beauties rose up on their knees simultaneously, panting, gasping, sweating. They still wanted this win, each one of them, and each still believed she would get it. Eyes blazing, teeth bared, they tore into each other with unrelenting fury. Falling to the sand, they fought savagely: Karen – determined to keep her momentum up and follow through on her advantage from the last few minutes to take the fight; Torrie – looking to make the most of the lease on life she had just gotten for herself by escaping her rival’s Breast-Smother. Both threw everything they had in a frenzy of punching, slapping and clawing their screams of rage and pain echoing around the beach as their chiseled, naked bodies strained against each other with everything they had left.

It took several long moments of fierce attacking and even more fierce resistance on both sides, but Karen gradually gained the upper hand. The Playmate managed to get in a few good shots which hurt the big blonde and really slowed her down. Taking heart from the fact, Karen now mounted a furious all-out assault, digging deep inside to find strength she did not even know she had left. Her well-developed arms shooting out like pistons, the sexy Indiana native battered her Idaho rival’s sturdy frame, her small fists slamming again and again into Torrie’s taut, tanned flesh, smacking off rapidly softening belly, pummeling big, quivering breasts mercilessly. Moaning loudly, Torrie was trying to fight back, but simply could not. Her thicker, stronger-looking limbs now felt heavy and limp and she could barely move them. Karen pressed on, rolling the squealing Wrestling Diva around, slapping her all over and pulling her hair viciously. Her powerful body spent, Torrie could do nothing to counter the Playmate’s determined charge. She tried to gather some strength and rally, but it soon became apparent that she would not be able to do it. The lengthy battle, and especially the punishment she had taken during the last few minutes, had really taken a lot out of her. The final Breast-Smother in particular had had an utterly devastating effect. Those several seconds she had spent without getting any air into her oxygen-starved system and the titanic effort she had put into the struggle to break free had severely depleted her and she had practically nothing left – certainly not enough to match the lithe, ultra-fit brunette, who was now all over her. More struggling than fighting at this point, the former Miss Galaxy was simply wilting in the fierce heat of her foe’s rage-fuelled aggression, the last of her strength ebbing away fast. Both women could feel this and they both knew exactly what it meant. Torrie’s cry of despair was drowned by Karen’s triumphant roar as the Playmate now took complete control, forcing the blonde onto her back and getting on top of her.

“Who’s your queen, slut? Huh? Who rules the beach?” Karen asked hoarsely, breathing heavily in Torrie’s face.

Grabbing her rival’s wrists, Karen pinned Torrie’s arms above her head and held them there despite all of the blonde’s attempts to free them. Torrie kept trying to fight, squirming and arching her back, but simply did not have the strength to force her 125-pound rival off of her, and her struggles were becoming weaker and weaker.

“Noooo, let go of me, you bitch!” The pinned blonde groaned, trying unsuccessfully to bridge up.

“Make me!” The brunette answered tersely.

Stretched atop her foe, the 1998 Playmate of the Year was now utterly dominating the hapless Wrestling Diva, weighing her down, mashing her belly and chest into the blonde’s. Karen’s luscious, thrusting breasts speared Torrie’s bigger but battered, softened tits, flattening them, causing them to spread out. Her precious orbs crushed and mushrooming around her Indiana rival’s apparently superior pair, the proud Idaho beauty screamed, in despair her humiliation knowing no bounds. Then she screamed again as her pink nipples were bent and pushed back by Karen’s larger, darker nubs and shoved deep into her own defeated boobs. Staring into the weakly struggling, mortified blonde’s eyes, Karen continued her domination, her strong, shapely legs pushing Torrie’s thicker and more muscular – now almost completely limp – legs apart, spreading them wide.
Gasping and panting, absolutely reveling in her mastery of her powerful foe, the brunette kept driving her sexy, glistening body against Torrie’s, weighing it down, pressing hard against it.

“You like that, you tramp? Huh? You like me beatin’ you and makin’ you my bitch?” Karen yelled. Turned on to no end by her dominance and the intoxicating taste of victory, the brunette humped her pinned, spread-out foe with wild abandon. Her taut,
perfectly-shaped buttocks clenching and unclenching, her curvy hips thrusting, the Indiana native ground her neatly trimmed mound against the helpless Idaho fitness queen’s smooth, hairless one, mashing it down, flattening Torrie’s ass against the sand. Torrie howled with embarrassment and anger, but there was nothing she could do except squirm feebly beneath her rival, unable to stop Karen from having her way with her completely.

“Big bitch!” Karen crooned, her face almost touching Torrie’s. “Big, tough muscle bitch! Comin’ here thinkin’ she’s special; thinkin’ she can actually be somebody’ on this beach! Well, like I said before, slut, this is MY beach! I own it, and now I own YOU!” The brunette’s humping slowed down, her legs moving on the outside of the other woman’s in a loose straddle, her mouth hovering above Torrie’s, widely-parted lips brushing widely-parted lips. Then a quick flick of a tongue, followed by a long, hard possessive lick along the side of the blonde’s face. Utterly spent, the humiliated fitness queen just moaned in protest, having to suffer through the indignity of being conquered by a woman she had believed to be physically inferior to her, and on the very beach she had thought she could own.

“Who’s the weak one now, bitch?” Karen whispered, really rubbing it in, her lissom, sculpted body completely controlling and dominating the pinned blonde’s once-powerful frame. “Tell me, huh? Who’s the pathetic weakling? Who’s the fake bitch that doesn’t belong in fitness?”

Goaded by the Indiana hardbody’s scalding scorn, Torrie still tried to struggle, but is was an entirely pitiable attempt by the former Miss Galaxy and her groans of effort soon turned to feeble mewls of despair as she felt how much stronger her rival was at this stage compared to her. It was a crushing blow to the fitness model’s ego and it nearly made her weep as she saw years and years of hard workouts amount to nothing, her fully-drained muscles refusing to obey her and leaving her helpless beneath her obviously fitter, stronger rival. Karen on the other hand was all smug smiles, despite being almost completely worn-out herself. Stretching on top of Torrie, her wet, naked frame covering the blonde’s, the Playmate rounded off her show of dominance over the beautiful wrestler by holding the latter pinned down for what had become her customary ten count. She counted very slowly, her gaze never leaving the other woman’s, her sparkling blue eyes drilling into Torrie’s panic-filled green ones, her full, firm breasts squashing the blonde’s weaker tits flat. Torrie quit her futile struggles somewhere at “eight” and just lay limp, gasping for air and almost sobbing with fatigue and humiliation, realizing all too well that it was over and she had lost.

Karen slowly pushed herself up and sat on the Idaho beauty, looking down at her dejected face. She felt exhausted but absolutely ecstatic. She had done it! It had taken her all, every ounce of strength and will she had, every weapon in her arsenal to conquer the big blonde bitch, but she had finally done it! It was all over and Muscle Beach was still hers and hers alone.

“Had enough, slut?” The brunette asked, delivering a couple of stinging slaps to her rival’s unprotected face, just to make sure.

“Yes!” The defeated Wrestling Diva bleated, not having any strength or will-power to resist and suddenly feeling overwhelmed by fear. “Stop it, please! I give up, you win! Just please, no more! I give up!”

“That’s right you fake blonde tramp!” Karen growled. “I win! Again! I told you I can beat you any time, anywhere, and if you had an ounce of brains in that bleached head of yours, you should’ve listened to me and stayed home, or in that pseudo-wrestlin’ ring of yours where you can’t get hurt! Especially after Kiana and I whipped you and your big dumb-ass friend last time! But noooo, you had to come here again and act like you belong on this beach; like you’re sexy, or strong, or tough, or somethin’! And where did that get you? You got your big, fat, soft ass kicked and you ended up flat on your back and beggin’ for mercy! Which really suits you by the way! It really is you: Absolutely pathetic all over!”

“Now I’m gonna let you go,” Karen continued, “but I want you to get one thing into your thick skull: This is my beach, understand? You don’t ever come here without my permission! And if you ever try to mess with me again, I will beat that lump of lard that serves you as an ass until it bleeds, got it, bitch?”

“Yes, yes, I get it!” Torrie said meekly, seeing Karen’s right hand being raised for another slap. Badly beaten and completely broken, the Wrestling Diva was terrified of Karen, knowing that she was no match for the Playmate. She had thrown absolutely everything she had had in her bid to take over the beach and had still lost, and now, having really felt the sexy brunette’s superiority, she was ready to do just about anything to avoid further punishment at the hands of her conqueror.

“Do you?” Karen growled. “Let’s see just how much of it you got! Who’s the better woman?”

“You are!” Torrie answered immediately, unable to deny the obvious.

SMACK!

“Who am I, you dumb slut! I have a name! Say my name bitch!” Karen shouted, firing one more slap into Torrie’s face at point-blank.

“Karen!” The blonde squealed. “Karen is the better woman!!”

“And who’s beach is this?” The brunette demanded. “Who’s the queen?”

“K-K-Karen!” Torrie stammered. “Karen is the queen; it’s her beach!”

“Yeah?” Karen said tensely. Suddenly feeling turned on to no end by her domination of her powerful foe, the Indiana native slid forward stretching her legs and spreading them wide into her signature straddle split, her hot, wet crotch coming down right on Torrie’s face.

“Prove it, bitch!” The brunette ordered, her voice hoarse with lust. “Prove you know your place, you big, blonde whore!!”

Even though she knew exactly what Karen wanted, Torrie seemed somewhat reluctant to oblige, feeling perhaps that her crushing defeat at the hands of a Playmate of all people was humiliating enough as it was. But Karen would not be denied. She had fought hard and gone through a lot to achieve her victory, and she intended to savor her moment of triumph in full, and at the same make a point to all who might consider opposing her rule. Grabbing Torrie’s hair with one hand, the brunette began yanking and twisting. At the same time she used her other hand to hit Torrie’s face, while mashing her spread, sopping-wet womanhood in the blonde’s beautiful features forcefully, hurling insult after insult at the pinned Diva, taunting, threatening, demanding satisfaction. Torrie tried to resist, but not for long. Feeling completely overwhelmed and helpless, the Idaho fitness queen quickly broke down, and began using her skilled tongue to give her new mistress what she wanted. Thrusting her curvy hips forward with purpose, driving her steaming center onto Torrie’s wriggling tongue, Karen soon reached her coveted orgasm, screaming as she climaxed on her blonde conquest’s face, her body shuddering violently, back aching, large, firm breasts pointing up. Finally, she simply collapsed forward on the sand and lay there gasping, utterly spent.

It took a while for Karen to regain at least some of her strength, but when she did so, she was quick to push herself up and take her seat atop her fallen foe again.

“Oh, you’re good!” The Playmate said in a low, husky voice, still trembling, still struggling for breath. Practice makes perfect, huh? You should really consider do this for a livin’! You may not be good at anythin’ else, but that tongue of yours is worth somethin’!” Looking down at Torrie and seeing the tears of humiliation welling up in the blonde’s eyes, Karen just laughed. She felt no pity for her defeated rival. The bitch had had the audacity to challenge her and had gotten exactly what she deserved.

“Oh, cheer up, hon!” The brunette smiled, always eager to point out the bright side. “It’s not all that bad! Sure, you’re not cut out for this beach – any beach for that matter – but all is not lost; you can always find your rightful place in some high-school, or an eatin’ disorder clinic, where you’ll be able to mix I up with all the anorexic little girls. I mean you’ll still lose, but at least there you could maybe put up a bit more of a fight before you go down! Get it? Go DOWN? Argh, forget it!” Karen waved a dismissive hand amid the merry howls of the appreciative crowd, which had spent most of the fight cheering for one woman or the other, depending on who had appeared to be winning. Now, of course, nearly all were with the victorious brunette, who continued: “All a dumb broad like you will ever get is a face full of dick. Or, as may be the case – ass.”

With that, Karen spun around, planting her naked, glistening backside on Torrie’s face in a Reverse Facesit. Her air completely cut of by the Playmate’s firm, perfectly-shaped buns, Torrie arched her back, twisting back and forth weakly, but it was no use.

“Just remember, bitch,” Karen panted, grinding her derriere hard into the bucking blonde’s face, “My beach! Anyone who tries to take it ends up on her back and under my ass!”

Squirming and kicking feebly for a few moments, the exhausted Idaho beauty was smothered unconscious by her rival’s sculpted derriere relatively quickly and her toned body went limp beneath the brunette. Staying seated on her unmoving foe’s face for several more seconds to ensure the blonde was well and truly out, Karen slowly rose up, her dominance on the beach reasserted. She now displayed that dominance, by standing on the vanquished pretender to her crown with both feet: One on Torrie’s chest and the other – low on the blonde’s belly, near her shaven mound. Her finely honed, shapely body glistening under the sun, the triumphant Indiana native raised her arms and stood there, bright-eyed and with the unmistakable glow of victory about her, body erect, arms and legs straight, heaving breasts thrusting proudly forward. Casting around a look that was both a statement and a challenge, she twisted her lips in a smug little smile of superiority.

“Anyone else here wants to be queen?” The threat in Karen’s voice was unmistakable. “Come on now, don’t be shy!” She urged when she received no answer. “There must be some other big, bad bitches like this one down here.” She pointed at the blonde beneath her feet. “I’m sure some of them would like a shot! No, not you, Nadine; you already showed just how much you’re worth last time!”

Karen looked at the blue-bikini-wearing, muscular brunette standing in the front row and smiled scornfully. Cori gnashed her teeth, two bright red spots appearing high on her cheeks. Still, she said nothing and averted her eyes towards the ocean. “Some day, bitch…” She muttered under her breath

“What, nobody?” Karen arched her eyebrows in mock surprise. “Now there’s a shocker for you! Well, I still say some of you should give it a go. It’s a big enough beach – plenty of room for all of you to lie next to this blonde piece of trash!”

No one said anything and the Playmate laughed harshly, basking in her glory, radiating pure conceit.

At that moment, there abruptly came the sound of hands clapping. Just two of them.

“Bravo!” The tall blonde clad in a striped bikini said, still clapping, a mocking smile on her face. “Very entertaining and very impressive! Maybe now you can make your lovely assistant disappear or turn into a pigeon. Saw her in half? Pull things out of a hat? Or perhaps a bit of dancin’ or singin’? Playing the flute – or was it the clarinet? No? Pity, I was so startin’ to enjoy your little performance there!”

“Well, well!” Karen’s initial scowl now turned into a leer. “Speakin’ of blonde pieces of trash, here’s one from the very bottom of the can. Which one of you idiots tossed her out here? Last time I checked we still had laws against litterin’ in this country!”

“Oh, that’s real funny!” The blonde said. “Almost as funny as that pained, frightened look on your face when Shrek here,” she nodded towards the unconscious Torrie, “was whalin’ on ya all over the beach!”

“I don’t know, I must’ve missed that one.” Karen replied calmly. “The way I remember it your big, stupid friend here was wailin’ AT me, beggin’ me for mercy. And I’m surprised you have the nerve to open your mouth after seein’ what I did to her! I guess you’re even dumber than you look… which is really no big surprise. After all, you are blonde enough!”

“Do you Playboy sluts ever get anythin’ right?” The blonde asked after giving a loud deprecatory sniff. “First, she’s not my friend – I choose carefully whom I associate with. And two, I must be really blonde, ‘cause I fail to see your reasonin’ here. What, you barely managed to beat HER and that’s supposed to scare me? Puh-lease! I used to kick that bitch’s sorry ass for fun, but then it got so easy I became bored! Fightin’ her was no longer a challenge!”

This was not exactly a lie. She had indeed defeated Torrie in several fights in the past. It had never been as easy as she now claimed it had, but the victories were a fact. Karen herself could tell instinctively that the blonde was not lying, but she was not worried in the slightest.

“Oh, so it’s a challenge you’re after, is it?” The Playmate inquired. “Careful, Keibler; you know what they say: Seek and you shall find!”

“One day, perhaps.” Stacy said. “But not today and not on this beach! All I can find here are lame, big-headed, big-mouthed sluts who have gotten lucky in a few fights against some even lamer sluts and now think they’re somethin’ else!”

“I know you’re too stupid to realize it, so I’ll explain it to you, Olive Oyl!” Karen said icily, finally stepping down from her perch atop Torrie’s limp, beaten body and walking right up to the blonde, almost pushing into her. “Joke’s over! Form here on, things get real serious, so I suggest you shut your mouth and haul your scrawny little ass off my beach before you get a foot or two in it. Don’t push your luck! You know how much I hate you and how much I’d love to pound the stuffin’ out of you!

“Yes,” Stacy agreed, “I know you’d love to, but the question is: Can you?”

“Keep it up, bitch and you’ll find out pretty soon!” Karen growled in the other woman’s face, her eyes hard and cold.

Standing chest to chest, the two practically leaned into one another, faces almost touching, eyes staring, challenging, nostrils flaring. Then, just like that, it was on.

The fight (for lack of a better word) was a brief one. Despite her slim build, Stacy was an athletic woman who always kept herself in excellent shape, plus right now she was fully rested and fresh, while Karen was so tired from her battle against Torrie that she could barely move. Within seconds, the brunette was flat on her back with the blonde on top of her. Straddling Karen, Stacy easily pinned her by sitting on her chest. She made no attempt to hurt her opponent, but merely used her weight to keep the snarling, bucking, kicking Indiana beauty down, her shapely thighs framing Karen’s reddened, grimacing face. Howling with fury, cursing and threatening, Karen used the last meager vestiges of her strength to struggle in vain against the 130-odd pounds on her chest until she became totally exhausted. In one final act of pointless defiance, the helpless Playmate spat right on the front of Stacy’s thong, which was inches away from her mouth, and then just lay there, gasping and staring hatefully up at her captor. Completely unfazed, the blonde just smiled condescendingly as she sat and watched the saliva seep into the fabric of her bikini bottom. She held the pin for a few more seconds and then abruptly stood up and backed off. It was over – for now. No surrender was offered, nor was one asked for. The two looked at each other for a while, their eyes speaking volumes, then Stacy turned around and walked away.

“We’re not done, bitch!” Karen yelled after her foe. Struggling for breath, the 1998 Playmate of the Year sounded very much like Darth Vader suffering an asthma attack in an elevator shaft, but she took no pity on her tortured lungs, still having things to say: “It’s you and me, Keibler – right here on this beach! I should’ve done this a long time ago, but I kept puttin’ it off. Now your luck just ran out! I promise you, the second I get my hands on you in a fair fight, I’ll tear that pathetic stick figure you call a body limb from limb, you fuckin’ slut!” Swallowing tears of humiliation and impotent rage, the brunette scooped up a handful of wet sand and threw it clumsily in the blonde’s direction, her weakened, trembling arm achieving a distance of about a yard.

Upon hearing Karen’s words, Stacy suddenly broke into a run, which she slowed down after a few long, graceful strides, coming to a standstill.

“I’m sorry you all had to see this embarrassing moment of weakness!” She said with a rueful smile, her eyes twinkling. “I was just overcome by sheer terror right there; I didn’t know what to do, so I panicked and ran!”

There were some laughs and hoots from the crowd as Stacy now started walking again, accompanied by some entourage she appeared to have picked up after her show of defiance to the exhausted, battered queen of Muscle Beach.

“See you around, McDougal!” Stacy called out over her shoulder. “You just keep lyin’ there; enjoy you little rest while it lasts! I showed you a glimpse of the future now, and that future is comin’ faster than you think! Much faster!”

“I can hardly wait!” Karen said through clenched teeth, and she meant it.

“You can hardly do anythin’, babe!” Stacy quipped. “I’m surprised you managed to learn to walk and talk! But I’ll take care of that next time we meet! After I’m done with you, you’ll become a real expert in kissin’ ass and then in runnin’ and hidin’!”

“So long, your Majesty! I’ll be back for your crown real soon! Make sure you keep my throne – that’d be your face – nice and soft for me!”

Waving her fingers at the supine Playmate, the leggy blonde walked off leisurely with a slow, insolent roll of her taut, shapely backside.

Her mind a dark, swirling ocean of terrible thoughts, the Indiana beauty took Stacy’s advice to stay down for the time being – not because she wanted to but because her fatigued body left her with no choice – and just lay there, silently swearing all sorts of vengeance on the little blonde bitch. The crowd around her started to leave now, realizing the show was over. Soon, everyone was gone and the beach was deserted, save for the exhausted, helpless Karen and the still slumbering Torrie. Left alone victor and vanquished lay next to each other on the sandy battlefield, the end of the brutal war between them marking the end of another chapter in the history of Muscle Beach and at the same time ushering in the beginning of a new one.