“Queen Of The Beach”

Story by The Amateur

Featuring:

Karen McDougal

Born: March 23, 1971 , Merrillville , Indiana

Height: 5'8”; Weight: 130 lbs. ( 34-24-34)

vs.

Stacy Keibler

Born: October 14, 1979 , Baltimore , Maryland

Height 5'11”; Weight: 130 lbs. (34-24-35)

It had been several months in setting up, but at last the much talked about fight between Karen McDougal and Stacy Keibler was at hand and Muscle Beach was teeming with those who wanted to witness it. This huge interest was not really surprising. Ever since Karen's victory over WWE Diva Torrie Wilson and the subsequent challenge by Stacy, there had been much speculation about the potential battle between the hard-bodied Playmate and the leggy former wrestler. Karen's conquering of Torrie – difficult as it had been – had established the brunette's position as the undisputed queen of the sand and everybody wanted to see if Stacy could do something about that after her brash sword-rattling following the McDougal – Wilson scrap. Some (led by Stacy herself) believed that she could and freely claimed that she had already “beaten” Karen and had even “toyed” with the brunette the last time the they had met. Others (Karen included) maintained that she could not, and dismissed the last brief encounter between the two citing the fact that Karen had been too spent from her battle against Torrie to be able to fight, and that Stacy had merely taken advantage of the Playmate's exhausted state. The debate had raged on for quite some time and the longer it had continued the more it had seemed like the question would remain unanswered as the much anticipated showdown kept on getting postponed for various reasons. This had only added fuel to the fire; each time one woman would back out of the fight, the other's supporters would term this a show of fear and an admission of their favorite's superiority. They were wrong. Neither Karen nor Stacy felt any fear of the other and their reasons for putting off their clash were of entirely different nature. They knew they would meet eventually, but each one wanted this to happen on her terms and at a time when she would be best prepared for it.

Not that they had been sitting idly during the days leading up to their “Big Fight”; each had been involved in a spat of her own. At a party at the Playboy Mansion , Karen had tangled with fellow PMOY Jenny McCarthy and had overcome some spirited resistance by the crafty blonde to finally make the latter submit. For her part, Stacy had made another appearance – her second one – on the wildly popular show “Fighting With The Stars”, in which she had taken on Catherine Bell and after a fierce battle had managed to subdue and conquer the buxom brunette with a brutal Head Scissors/Crotch Claw combination.

But that was all in the past as far as Karen and Stacy were concerned. Now that they had finally found themselves standing face to face on the beach, the only thing that mattered to each woman was the total destruction of the other. Each had her reasons for wanting to beat her opponent today, and at least for one of them those reasons went beyond bragging rights and Muscle Beach dominance – something that a victory in this fight would guarantee. Even though it had been a good few years, Karen had not forgotten her ill-fated attempt at joining the WWE back in 2004. She had entered the Diva Search with confidence, easily winning the local try out in Los Angeles and moving onto the elimination stages. There, she had quickly become one of the favorites and had been heavily tipped to win. Surprisingly, though, she had not made it through the third and final round to become eligible for TV voting and the honors of being chosen the overall winner had eventually gone to Christy Hemme. Many had found her elimination downright inexplicable, but not Karen herself. There was no mystery as far as she was concerned; she knew exactly what had happened and how. Almost from the very first day of the search she had somehow managed to run afoul of then current Divas Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, and although little had been said or done, she just knew that it had been those two that had ultimately screwed her over. She had no doubts that they had perceived her as a clear threat to their status as resident bombshells and had acted quickly, using their considerable sexual “clout” on the company Chairman to have her ousted form the competition. And even though she felt that things had worked out just fine for her without the WWE job, such a dirty play by a couple of blonde bitches was something Karen could not easily forget or forgive. She had finally succeeded in exacting her revenge on Torrie by defeating and humiliating the Idaho-born fitness queen in their Muscle Beach fight, but this was never going to be enough. She wanted Stacy. She was certain the former Nitro Girl had been the mastermind behind her being ousted from the search. Torrie, in her opinion, was much too dumb to act on her own even in something as simple as offering sexual favors to gain an end and had been most likely used as a tool by the Keibler bitch. Her convictions strengthened by the face that Stacy herself had never even bothered to deny the accusations, Karen had the leggy Baltimore native pegged as the main culprit and the main target of her wrath. And matters had certainly not been helped by Stacy showing up on the beach and mocking Karen after the latter's fight with Torrie. Not only that, but she had actually had the nerve to get physical and make the most of the Playmate's battle fatigue to take her down and pin her in the most demeaning fashion, thus ruining Karen's moment of triumph. Now Karen wanted vengeance and she wanted it badly. She could still remember the sensation of being pinned flat on her back under Stacy, the blonde bitch's near burning-hot ass on her chest, crushing her breasts, and the feeling of utter helplessness and humiliation this caused her. Now, she intended to make Stacy pay for everything. She promised herself she would not let the former WWE Diva off the beach before she had thoroughly beaten and humiliated her and made her apologize in front of everyone.

Stacy on the other hand really wanted to see Karen finally put in her place. She had felt instant animosity towards the Playmate from the very moment the latter had shown up to try for the WWE job and that animosity had just grown from there. By now she simply could not stand the sight of Karen and was absolutely fed up with seeing her lording it over the beach like she owned the place or something. She had watched Karen notch up victory after victory, thus cementing her place as the Alpha Female on Muscle Beach, and had become more and more resentful of the fit, sexy brunette with each win. Already jealous of Karen in the way that every attractive woman is jealous of every other attractive woman, Stacy was really irked by the brunette's seemingly endless string of fighting successes on the beach and wanted to see it end – even if she had to end it herself. She had a highly competitive side to her, and with that side having been brought to the fore by Karen's continuous display of dominance, she was burning to prove that she was better than the Playmate. That was the main reason she had stepped up to issue her challenge after Karen's fight with Torrie. She had simply been unable to bare watching Karen gloat over yet another defeated foe and had felt the overwhelming desire to wipe the superior smirk off her face. And once she had confronted Karen (somewhat rashly, even in her own opinion), that had been pretty much that. There was just no turning back from there. She had too much pride to ever back out of a fight, no matter whom she had to face. And it was not like she wanted to back out of this one either. Karen's impressive record on the beach did not worry her any, nor did the brunette's recent victory over Torrie. Stacy had had her share of fights and victories, plus she too had beaten Torrie and on more than one occasion to boot. She was sure she could take Karen, and was in fact looking forward to finally giving her a richly deserved hiding.

Standing face to face a few yards apart, the two sexy rivals stared hard at each other ready to do battle. Apart from their quickened breathing and heartbeats – something perfectly understandable given the circumstances – both appeared very calm and supremely confident. Still, even though each was certain she would win, neither was even thinking of underestimating her opponent, and they both opted to sit back initially, each waiting for the other to make a wrong move.

“C'mon, Keibler!” Karen said suddenly, looking to goad her foe into some hasty actions “I thought you were up for fightin' me! Wassamatter, lil' Miss Legs afraid she'll get her ass kicked?” Twisting her lips in a derisive little smile, the brunette adjusted the top of her bright red bikini, her eyes never leaving the other woman for a moment.

“Wrong.” The tall blonde clad in a sky-blue bikini replied, also watching her rival carefully. “Kickin' is usually done with the legs, and, as you've correctly noted yourself, I've got more than what it takes in that department – much more!” Here Stacy ran her fingers teasingly up and down her long, shapely thighs, smiling contentedly as whistles and catcalls abounded all around.

“Hmmm…” Karen leaned back from the waist, at the same time tilting her head to one side and running her eyes up and down Stacy's lower body. “Your legs are kinda good, true, but there seems to be somethin' wrong with them…” She frowned, then her face cleared. “Got it! They're upside down is what it is! But don't worry, sweetie; we'll soon fix that lil' problem. If you'll kindly scream and squirm for me, I promise I'll rip ‘em off and shove ‘em up your scrawny ass, feet first!”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in that annoyin' bat-like squeak you call a voice?” Stacy asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Am I jealous?” Karen frowned again, her pretty face a picture of concentration. “I'm sorry, you lost me there. Jealous of what? Your legs? Or maybe your ass?” She laughed. “Please! According to the latest surveys, a hundred percent of…umm, let's see… EVERYBODY, EVERYWHERE, think my ass is ten times better than yours! And as for those stilts you move around on and are so dam' proud of – I already told you what will happen to them! No one will think your legs are all that great when you aren't able to walk on them – which you won't be, once I'm through with you!”

“Well, at least you got one thing right: I won't be able to walk when this is over.” Stacy said. “That'll be pretty much impossible to do while I'm sittin' on your face! That way you'll finally get to see who owns the best ass around here!”

The hoots and laughs which had gotten progressively louder with each statement made by the two women had barely begun to die down when Stacy suddenly stepped up and lashed out with her right leg in a thrust-kick, her heel slamming into Karen's belly. It happened so fast that Karen was almost caught off guard. She did manage to tighten her well-developed abs at the last moment, but the kick was so powerful that she still got hurt and backed off with a low groan, bending forward a little. Stacy quickly moved to follow up, but checked herself in mid-stride and then stepped back, seeing that Karen had already recovered. Circling to the left, the blonde kicked again, her right leg slashing the air in a wide, sweeping arc, her foot smacking resoundingly off the outside of Karen's left thigh. Karen sucked in her breath with the sharp, stinging pain, seemed to want to attack, but then hesitated and received another kick on the exact same spot.

“What's wrong, Karen?” Stacy asked smugly. “Wait, I can answer that one! You're way too old, way too slow, and way too scared to fight me! Take my advise and give up now! We both know you're gonna lose; at least have the brains to get this over with quickly and save yourself some embarrassment and plenty of pain!”

“I'll show you old and slow, you uppity lil' bitch!” Karen growled as she sprang forward.

Stacy tried to kick her charging foe in the stomach, missed, and ended up flat on her back underneath Karen, who had slammed into her at full tilt. She did not lose her composure, though, and almost instantly heaved upwards, rolling over and getting on top of Karen. Not to be outdone, the powerful brunette instantly rolled over in turn, regaining the top position. She then tried to straddle the squirming blonde, but got her eyes rakes by the latter's sharp claws and flinched with a squeal. The next moment Stacy bucked wildly and unseated the Playmate, causing her to topple over onto her side.

Getting to their feet, the woman squared off and began circling each other near the edge of the surf. They were breathing even quicker now, their chests heaving rapidly up and down, their toned bodies glistening with sweat and shaking with tension. Both were as determined to fight as ever, though, their initial tangle having settled some of their pre-fight nerves and given each one a much clearer idea of just what she was up against. Neither was particularly shocked by what she had found out. Each was certain she would win.

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Karen was perhaps the slightly more surprised of the two after those first few seconds of the fight. She had never even thought of underestimating Stacy; she could see the former Diva was in excellent physical shape and she was well aware of the latter's impressive catfighting record which included victories over many a formidable foe. Plus she could still remember the time when, as part of the Diva Search, she (and all the other contestants, of course) had had to climb into the ring during rehearsals for the show, just “to be shown the ropes”. It had been none other than Stacy who had done the showing, and Karen's memories from the experience were far from being fond. So, even though she would never admit this to anyone, she knew Stacy could be a very dangerous opponent and she thought that all those who dismissed the tall blonde as nothing more than a decent pair of legs ought to be strapped in chairs and beaten with hammers by the Stupidity Police. But even so, she had still learned something from that opening clash that had made her estimate of her rival go up several notches. The bitch was strong – not freakishly so, but certainly a lot stronger than her slim build would suggest – and she could move surprisingly quickly for someone of her height. She seemed very resolute too, and that, combined with her experience and the balance, coordination and flexibility one might expect from a former dancer, made her someone not to be trifled with. And Karen certainly had no intentions of trifling with Stacy. She intended to simply beat the tall blonde slut. She knew it would not be easy, but she also knew she would do it.

Stacy too was convinced she would prevail in this battle. So far she had encountered nothing she had not expected to encounter. Karen was just as strong as her sculpted, well-muscled frame said she was. Stacy also knew the Playmate could fight – it had been clearly proven time after time over the past decade or so. None of that worried her too much. She was younger, she felt she was in the best shape of her life and she was positive she had what was needed to tame the chiseled brunette. And she really believed that her rival herself was aware of that too. Just like Karen, she remembered their previous meeting in the ring during the Diva Search. Of course she was far from thinking that this brief encounter limited to only Professional Wrestling moves (which her “opponent” had had no knowledge of or experience in), was really indicative of anything, but she thought it still gave her a psychological edge over the other woman.

Now Stacy tried to kick Karen again, but this time the Playmate managed to catch the former Nitro Girl's foot in mid-air and twisted it sharply, bringing the blonde crashing down. Instantly, Karen pounced on her downed foe, whaling away with both hands. Groaning and squirming, Stacy tried to fight back by slashing at Karen's face with her claws. The brunette avoided the attack via a quick shift of her head, got hold of Stacy's wrists and pinned her arms to the ground above her head.

“Whatcha gonna do now, bitch?” The Playmate asked, sitting firmly atop her writhing opponent, holding her down. “You give? Or do you want me to really kick your ass?”

“Fuck you, you Playboy slut!” Stacy yelled, bucking and kicking. She was unable to throw Karen off of her, but what she was able to do was to wrench one of her arms free, and the next moment her slim fingers sank deep into the brunette's left breast. Karen screamed and slapped Stacy's face, then drove a fist in it. The blonde's response was to squeeze the brunette's tit even harder, twisting and pulling the sizable mound of flesh and silicone in all directions. Screeching, Karen grabbed hold of Stacy's wrist with both hands and succeeded in pushing the hand away from her breast, but now Stacy's other hand was free and she used it to scratch the brunette's face. As Karen shrieked and turned her head away to protect her eyes, Stacy once again reached for the Playmate's substantial bust, pulling the flimsy bikini top down to expose both luscious, quivering orbs and then digging her manicured fingernails into the tender flesh.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!! LEGGO OF MY TITS, BITCH!” Karen screamed, grabbing two handfuls of blonde hair and repeatedly slamming the back of Stacy's head into the sand.

Even though the wet sand at the edge of the surf was more tightly compacted and harder than the sand that covered the rest of the beach, Stacy still was not too badly hurt by Karen's attack, but she wanted to put a stop to it anyway. She let go of one of Karen's breasts and her claws struck into the front of the brunette's thong. Karen yelped and literally jumped up in the air, making it easy for Stacy to throw her off completely with a sudden heave.

They got up almost simultaneously and it was Stacy who attacked first with a kick aimed at the other woman's belly. Karen blocked the kick with her hands and backed off. Noticing her top was now well below her breasts, she tried to pull it back up in place, but in doing so she took her eyes off of her opponent and got slapped in the face. Moving forward, Stacy reached for the other woman's top with her left hand and started pulling, at the same time delivering slap after slap to the side of Karen's head with her other hand. Initially, Karen seemed more intent on keeping her top on rather than avoiding the slaps; she just held on to Stacy's left wrist with both hands to prevent the tearing of her flimsy garment and let the blonde do pretty much whatever she wanted with her right hand. She soon saw her error, though, a few hefty slaps to her face quickly making her rethink her strategy. She let go of Stacy's wrist, abandoning the top to its fate, and punched the blonde in the face sending her staggering backwards. Stacy recovered her balance almost instantly and briskly moved to the right in a wide circle. Having hung on to Karen's top to yank it right off the Playmate's body, the tall blonde now threw the tattered remains aside and grinned at the topless Indiana native, who glared at her in return.

“And that's only the beginnin', hon,” Stacy said breezily. “First I rip your bikini up, then I rip YOU up – that's how this it gonna go!”

“Yeah?” Karen growled through clenched teeth. “Why don't you try it, bitch?”

Before Stacy could respond, Karen lunged at the blonde and drove a shoulder in her midriff, doubling her over and taking her down. On her back, Stacy quickly tried to wrap her legs around her rival's waist for a Body Scissors. Karen knew better than to let herself get caught between the dancer's shapely gams, though, and slammed a fist straight into the blonde's breastbone. The blow, delivered with all of Karen's strength and most of her weight behind it, was powerful enough to drive some air of Stacy's lungs and make her cough. Sitting on Stacy's stomach, Karen got hold of the blonde's light blue top, and did not have too many troubles in ripping it off, much to the delight of the crowd. Stacy let out an indignant squeal and suddenly kicked up with both legs, spreading them wide. Crossing Her ankles right in front of Karen's face, the blonde pushed mightily with her lags and the surprised brunette toppled over backwards.

“Bitch!” Stacy snarled as she rose up on her knees and pounced on Karen as the latter was trying to get up.

Shoving the Playmate down, Stacy hit her a few times, then tried to mount her. Snatching her own torn top from the ground, the blonde quickly wrapped it around the brunette's neck, choking her. Her face red, mouth agape, Karen gurgled and kicked as she desperately tried to get hold of the improvised noose that sank deeper and deeper into her vulnerable throat, constricting her windpipe. Seeing that she could not get her fingers under the thinly stretched fabric embedded in her soft skin, she grabbed Stacy's wrists in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Stacy just snarled and continued throttling her foe, yanking hard on the top, trying to tighten it as much as she could around the brunette's neck. Sensing the other woman's strength and purpose, Karen was beginning to panic and struggled violently, her hands scrabbling at Stacy's forearms.

“Quit scratchin' you fuckin' bitch!” Stacy panted out and suddenly got to her feet and started walking backwards, still hanging on to the top, now literally hauling the writhing Playmate over the sand.

Both hurt and frightened, Karen fought with all she had, desperation lending her the ability to twist her sculpted body in almost impossible positions. Stacy tried to avoid her opponent's wildly flailing legs and maintain her advantage at the same time, but Karen still managed to score a few random kicks which made the blonde let go and back off. Up in a flash and seemingly not the worse for wear, Karen tackled Stacy and took her down, whaling away at her. Stacy groaned and squirmed, but was unable to prevent the other woman from straddling her. Sitting firmly on top, Karen smacked the writhing dancer in the face a few times, drawing loud yelps of pain.

“Want some more, bitch?” Karen asked menacingly and went on without bothering to wait for an answer. “Doesn't matter! You're gonna get it anyway!” Grabbing hold of Stacy's wrists, Karen pinned the blonde's arms above her head and held them there. Stacy, grunted and squirmed, arching her back and kicking out her legs, but could not budge the hard-bodied Playmate, who now leaned forward and snarled:

“I've been waitin' for this a long time, Keibler! Now I finally have your sorry, skinny ass right where I want it, and in case you haven figured it out yet – this is goin' to hurt!” Karen smiled wolfishly, right in Stacy's effort-reddened face: “You cost me the WWE job you bitch! You and your slut of a friend Torrie Wilson! The two of you blew me out of the Diva search – literally! You knew that if I got in I was goin' straight to the top and you were gonna get left behind in the dirt, so the two of you decided to take care of things, didn't you? You sucked that McMahon lech till he's too weak to walk and them set him against me! Well, guess what Miss Legs: It's payback time and as you'll soon find out, payback's a real bitch! I already took care of that whore Torrie, and now it's your turn!”

Sitting up, Karen positioned herself on Stacy's stomach and slapped the blonde a few more times. Groaning, Stacy reached up with both hands and started mauling the Playmate's luscious, naked breasts. Karen screamed in pain and rage and slammed her fist into Stacy's jaw, stunning the blonde somewhat. Still feeling the burn in her neck where the thinly stretched fabric of Stacy's top had bitten into the skin, as well as the effects of the choking, Karen now decided to exact her revenge on the former WWE Diva. She looked around, saw Stacy's top lying in the sand and tried to grab it, but found it to be just out of reach. Not wanting to abandon her favorable position, she gave up on the idea of using the top, choosing to go with her bare hands instead.

Stacy's eyes bulged as Karen's thumbs dug into her windpipe, cutting off her air. Squirming furiously beneath the Playmate, she grabbed hold of the latter's wrists and tried to prize the hands loose from her throat, but could not. Karen was both strong and determined and she continued to choke her foe mercilessly, her lips drawn off her teeth in a vicious grimace.

“You like that, bitch?” Karen yelled, shaking Stacy back and forth, slamming the back of her head in the sand. “You like bein' choked? I bet you don't! I bet you wish you had never come here mouthin' off, actin' all tough and jumpin' me when I was too tired to fight!”

At this point it was unclear whether Stacy wished that she had or had not come here. What was abundantly clear, though, was that she wished to breathe. Bucking and twisting, the tall blonde frantically tugged at Karen's wrists, her knees repeatedly thudding into the Playmate's tapering, well-muscled back. Karen just snarled and tightened her grip, intent on ending the fight right there and then. Unable to detach the other woman's strong hands from her throat, Stacy tried to rake Karen's eyes with right hand, but the brunette shook her head, thwarting the blonde's attempts. It was then that Stacy's left hand snuck into Karen's thong and the sharp claws went to work on the tender flesh. Letting out a howl of pain, the surprised Karen jumped clean off her rival and rolled away from her.

Lying on her back, Stacy wheezed and coughed, gently massaging her sore throat as she tried to replenish her oxygen supply. She was still busy doing that when Karen rose up on her feet and approached with bad things on her mind.

“Bitch!” Karen said, stomping hard on Stacy's flat belly.

Stacy groaned and drew her knees up. Karen followed with a vicious kick to the head, which made the blonde scream and go limp for a moment.

“C'mon, Keibler!” Karen shouted. “That all you got? Get up and fight you weak-ass slut!”

Moaning, Stacy dazedly rolled over on her belly and pushed herself up on her hands and knees, trying to crawl away from her attacker. Karen snarled and kicked again, the upper part of her right foot slamming straight into Stacy's right breast, producing a loud smack and flattening the small, firm mound against the ribs. Stacy screamed and fell down again, clutching at her breast.

“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?” Karen growled and stomped on her rival again.

Although hurt, Stacy tried to get up, but just as she was doing so, Karen slammed into her at full tilt and the two fell down to the sand in a tangle of limbs. Screaming and cursing, they rolled back and forth, vying for the top position. Perhaps surprisingly, they seemed to be more or less evenly matched. Karen had an edge in pure physical strength, but Stacy was able to negate this by fighting smart. Instead of trying to go head to head in a test of strength against Karen, the tall blonde simply focused to keep her hands free and use them (in combination with her teeth) to attack the vulnerable spots in the brunette's well-honed body. While Karen tried to pin her foe down, Stacy bit savagely at the Playmate's neck and breasts and clawed at the brunette's belly and crotch, occasionally aiming her manicured fingernails at the face as well, searching for the eyes. This went on for a while with each woman giving it her all and neither appearing capable of conquering the other outright. Karen had the strength, Stacy had the instincts to fight dirty (and efficiently) – it was a real see-saw battle, with both women showing signs of wear and tear, but neither appearing willing to disengage. That is, until Karen tried to clamp a Headlock on Stacy in a rather clumsy fashion and her right nipple popped straight into the mouth of the blonde who chomped down on it in an instant. Screeching, Karen yanked on Stacy's hair with one hair and, for the first time, showed signs that she too was not above using some dirty tactics by sending her claws down to attack the blonde's crotch. Stacy screamed, flinched and tried to gouge Karen's eyes, forcing the brunette to let go.

The two separated and got to their feet, breathing heavily. They were both shaken by the ferocity of the battle, but at the same time they were both equally determined to continue fighting to the bitter end. Victory was important to both of them and each was intent on getting it to prove her superiority over her rival once and for all.

They circled around for a few moments, each looking grim and focused. After the exchange of a few taunts, Stacy decided to make a move by stepping forward and kicking Karen on the side of her thigh with her left foot. She then tried the same thing again, but this time Karen caught her foot in mid air and heaved up, sending the taller woman sprawling. Still holding on to Stacy's foot with both hands, Karen now twisted it some more, forcing the blonde onto her belly and then took a few quick steps back, dragging the Baltimore beauty along the ground. Stacy shrieked as her naked chest scraped over the sand, but Karen was unmoved and continued to drag her rival around, snarling angrily. Finally coming to a standstill, Karen now planted a knee into the small of Stacy's back, then grabbed the blonde's ankle and yanked on it hard, pulling her leg back.

“Ooh, flexible!” Karen grinned, while Stacy screamed and writhed. “Let's see just how far you can bend before you break, bitch!”

Lying face down, Stacy howled in pain, beating the sand with her fists. As flexible as the former dancer was, she was finding the torment positively unbearable. Karen was a strong woman and she was not fooling around. She kept pulling and wrenching Stacy's shapely leg mightily, bending it further and further back until the foot was nearly touching the back of the blonde's head. Crazed by the pain, the former Nitro Girl writhed and twisted, screaming at the top of her lungs, digging her fingers into the beach, her free leg kicking wildly.

“Give, you bitch!” Karen demanded, not letting up for a second. “Give, or I'll rip your fuckin' leg off!”

“NNNOOOOOO!” Stacy bellowed, burying her fingers in her own hair and tearing at it, shaking her head, her entire body consumed by agony.

“Suit yourself!” The brunette said. “I can keep this up all day! The question is how much can you –”

She never finished. Spurred on by pain and desperation, Stacy suddenly kicked backwards with her right leg, her lithe body bending even further, although it hardly seemed possible. Her heel struck Karen in the head – not too hard, but enough to make the surprised Playmate flinch instinctively and let go of the blonde's ankle.

Moaning, her left leg all but numb with pain, Stacy now tried to get up, but was not allowed to. Karen pounced and wrestled the younger woman down, getting on top of her. As Stacy bucked and kicked in attempts to throw Karen off, the Playmate quickly slithered up her rival's body and dropped her large, glistening breasts right onto the blonde's face. Wrapping her arms around Stacy's head, Karen squeezed hard, pulling her victim's face even deeper into her ample cleavage, wet supple flesh molding around and sealing off breathing passages. Suddenly deprived of air, Stacy kicked and bucked furiously, slapping and clawing at Karen's slick, heaving torso. Staying on top, weighing her foe down, the Indiana-born beauty just growled and tightened her grip even more, mashing her sweat-soaked tits into the Maryland woman's pretty features, smothering her into oblivion. Desperate for air, Stacy fought with everything she had, arching her back and twisting her lithe frame from side to side in attempts to escape the Playmate's suffocating embrace, but to no avail. She tried pulling on Karen's hair and when that did not work, she grabbed the back of the brunette's thong, yanking it furiously. That did not work either. True, Karen gasped in pain as her bikini bottom sawed painfully into her crotch, but instead of releasing her quarry, she just squeezed harder, intent on finishing off the blonde. Sensing that time was running out, Stacy pulled with even more vigor, stretching Karen's tiny thong to its limits…and then some more. As the overtaxed fabric finally snapped, Stacy, now moments away from passing out, suddenly dug her claws into the tender flesh between Karen's legs, making the Playmate writhe and howl in agony on top of her. Knowing that she was on the verge of winning, Karen tried to fight the pain and hold on, but then Stacy's slim fingers went in deep, the sharp claws scratching and mangling, threatening to do some real damage. Hit by more pain than she could handle, the brunette abandoned the Breast-Smother and rolled over to the side, allowing her opponent to breathe at last.

Stacy's relief proved only temporally, though. While the beleaguered blonde was lying on her back, sucking air, Karen, now completely naked, rose up on her knees and once again got on top, this time in a Reverse Straddle.

“Time to clear things up once and for all!” Karen breathed as Stacy kicked and squirmed beneath her. “Seein' how you seem to be under the wrong impression that your ass is anywhere near as good as mine, I think a little demonstration is in order! Let me show you the best ass around and show it to you REAL close!”

With that Karen slid backward and planted her shapely, naked backside firmly onto Stacy's face in a Reverse Facesit, once again cutting off the blonde's air. Flat on her back, Stacy twisted and thrashed, slapping furiously at Karen's flanks and buttocks and digging her fingernails in the soft, glistening skin. Unperturbed, Karen kept her perch, riding her foe's face hard, grinding her taut, perfectly rounded derriere into it, smothering the struggling Baltimore beauty.

“Like that, Keibler?” Karen shouted, humping away energetically. “Huh? You like havin' my ass all over your face? You like me dominatin' you completely, you scrawny lil' bitch?” Reaching forward, the brunette now snatched the front of Stacy's thong and pulled mightily, treating the pinned blonde to a very painful and embarrassing frontal “wedgie”. The thong, not designed to withstand such tension soon tore apart, but that did little to help Stacy's plight. Still trapped, still unable to draw precious air into her aching lungs, the former WWE Diva knew that she was on the verge of losing to her hated foe and she fought furiously to escape her tortuous and undignified position. Her hands scrabbling at Karen's wet, heaving torso, Stacy suddenly grasped the Playmate's large breasts and sank her claws in them, squeezing and twisting. Karen squealed and got hold of her opponent's wrists to push her hands away, but could not. Stacy held on to the brunette's juicy juggs, burying her hands deeper and deeper in the pliant flesh as she yanked mightily to the side. Unable to resist the blonde's desperation-fuelled burst of strength, Karen toppled over into the sand, moaning and holding her savaged breasts.

Lying just at the edge of the surf, the two warring naked beauties took several moments to recover, but eventually made it to their feet, both looking every bit as resolute as they had been in the beginning of the fight.

Feeling that she had the advantage and intent on keeping her momentum, Karen now moved forward, but walked straight into a thrust-kick which made her gasp and step back, clutching at her belly. Stacy immediately followed up with another kick – this time to the side of her opponent's thigh. Hissing with pain and malice, Karen tried to close in again, this time mindful of the other woman's dangerous legs. In paying her opponent's lower body too much attention, however, she seemed to neglect Stacy's arms and the blonde quickly proved she was quite adept at using those. Punched in the face quite hard, Karen groaned and staggered backwards, arms windmilling as she sought to keep her balance. Stacy kicked again, this time high, her foot slamming in Karen's left breast, flattening it and causing the Playmate to yelp in pain. Snarling with fury, Karen put everything she had in a huge haymaker which would have taken Stacy's head clean off had it connected. It did not. Stacy leaned back, avoiding Karen's fist and then quickly stepped up and threw a punch of her own. With her body twisted to the right by the momentum of her missed blow, Karen's right kidney area was left exposed and it took the impact. Karen mewled and dropped to one knee, holding the hurt place, her face contorted in pain. She was up again within moments, though, and rushed forward with an angry scream. Stacy nimbly stepped aside and suddenly spun gracefully to the right, her right leg raised high and fully extended. The blonde's heel struck the blindly charging brunette right on the forehead with a loud “THUMP!” and the next moment Karen was sprawled on her back, her feet having suddenly skidded from under her. Keeping her balance throughout the perfectly executed Spinning Kick, Stacy now backed off and patiently waited for her dazed foe to rise. Karen did so, even though she was still trying to shake the cobwebs from her head and was moving more on instinct than anything else.

Her pretty face a picture of concentration, Stacy approached the wobbly Playmate and fired two hard punches into her head. Karen reeled and spun around, but somehow managed to stay on her feet.

“Alright.” Stacy said calmly. “Let's try this one, then!”

Closing in on her rival from behind, Stacy turned around and pressed her pert ass against Karen's, at the same time reaching upwards and backwards with both hands and lacing her fingers under Karen's jaw. Then she simply leaned forward, lifting her opponent off the ground in a Hangman Hold. Draped down Stacy's back, suspended in the blonde's brutal grip, her entire weight now falling on her twisted neck, Karen twisted and kicked weakly. She quickly grabbed onto Stacy's forearms to relieve some of the pressure on her neck, but even so, her situation remained unenviable. Hanging down like a wet rag, her body molding to that of her rival, her spine and neck bent painfully, big, wet breasts thrusting skywards and quivering, she moaned and choked as she tried to reach the ground with her feet.

“Enjoyin' yourself back there, bitch?” Stacy asked tersely, her brightly shining eyes showing her own joy from hearing the other woman's pained groans. Standing tall, long, sexy legs braced, the blonde Baltimore bombshell held her gagging Indiana rival aloft, her taut, lithe frame straining to support Karen's weight, conditioned muscles dancing beneath the tanned, glistening skin.

“You're done, slut!” The former Nitro Girl hissed, “Just give it up!”

“N-noh!” Karen croaked, her whole body shaking. She was in utter agony, but she was still unwilling to concede, unable to bare the thought of losing to her leggy rival.

“Fine!” Stacy panted. “Then I guess I'm just gonna have t-UUUUNGH!”

The blonde was rudely interrupted when, in a desperate move, Karen simply bent her right leg at the knee and jerked it upwards and back, more hoping for than counting on a result. Any result. As luck would have it, the Playmate's heel slammed right between Stacy's legs, which were spread wide for better balance. As Stacy groaned and crumpled to the sand, releasing her opponent in the process, Karen instantly pounced on the downed woman, sore neck and all. Screaming and grunting, the two naked beauties rolled around in a tangle for several moments, then came to a standstill, lying in opposite directions with Stacy flat on her back underneath Karen. The brunette had her legs around the blonde's head and her ankles locked and was squeezing hard. Moaning loudly, Stacy writhed and bucked, her face contorted in pain and turning crimson from the pressure put on her head by the Playmate's muscular thighs.

“What now, bitch?” Karen growled as she tightened her Head Scissors more and more, making her trapped opponent yelp. “Ooooh, the irony!” The brunette drawled, raising her upper body and propping herself on her braced arms with hands on either side of Stacy's squirming body. “High-and-mighty Miss Legs beaten at her own game – and by a lowly Playmate! That's gotta hurt in all sorts of ways!”

“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Stacy said at length, acknowledging that it did indeed hurt a lot in at least one way.

“That's right, slut, scream!” Karen panted, now feeling in complete control. “Maybe that'll teach you to drag your bony lil' ass down here and shoot off your big mouth! Like I said to the Wilson tramp last time I beat the silicone out of her: This is my beach! I don't let anyone come here and mess with me! Especially fake wrestlin' bitches who think they're tough just because they get to prance around a ring pretendin' to fight!”

“And speakin' of wrestlin', here's a little somethin' of what I owe you for screwin' me over in the Diva Search! And that's just the beginning, mind you! There's a lot more to come!”

With that, Karen bunched her right fist and drove it into Stacy's heaving belly. Stacy moaned and dug her fingernails deep in the taut flesh of the other woman's beautifully rounded buttocks, which were only inches from her face. Karen just growled and squeezed harder with her legs, intent on breaking her trapped blonde foe. Stacy was equally intent on escaping her dire situation, though, and struggled, twisting back and forth and clawing and slapping Karen's ass and thighs.

“Just give it up, you stupid bitch!” Karen demanded, punching Stacy in the belly again. “You're not goin' anywhere! I gotcha now!”

Just as Karen was saying the words, Stacy suddenly kicked up with both legs and managed to snake them around the brunette's head in a Scissors of her own.

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“Yeah?” The Maryland native said breathlessly, squeezing hard. “We'll see now who's got whom!”

Groaning and grunting in pain and effort, the two warring beauties withed in the sand, locked in the mutual Head Scissors, both hurting, but neither willing to let go, each hell-bent on prevailing in both the squeeze-off and the fight. At the moment, it looked like Stacy had the better chances. This was her turf, her kind of fight. Her legs developed by countless hours of dancing and workouts were not only long and shapely but extremely powerful as well, and now all of that power was focused into squeezing her opponent's head. And she was enjoying a fair measure of success in this endeavor if Karen's pained cries were anything to judge by. The Playmate was trying hard to match her rival's Scissors in strength, but was finding it difficult. Now Stacy suddenly began twisting her lower body from side to side, while still squeezing with all her might and Karen howled. Her neck already having suffered some damage in the Hangman Hold from a while ago, the Playmate was now in absolute agony.

“Whatcha think of lil' Miss Legs now, bitch?” Stacy snarled and put everything she had into her Scissors, striving to crush her foe into submission.

A sudden pulse of Stacy's thighs combined with a sharp twist had Karen yelp, the Playmate's Scissors suddenly loosening – not much, but enough for Stacy to pull her head free. Karen tried to reapply her grip, but then Stacy squeezed again, even harder and the brunette's body practically went limp for a moment, overwhelmed by the agonizing pain. “Gotcha, tramp!” Stacy panted, really pouring on the pressure now, her sculpted thighs squeezing, flexing, squashing. Groaning loudly, Karen had to focus entirely on dealing with the excruciating pain she was subjected to and could do little by way of mounting any offence – or defense for that matter. All she could do was moan and squirm in the devastating vice of the former dancer's legs, scarcely able to believe the strength the slender blonde possessed in her lower body. Another paralyzing long squeeze of Stacy's thighs and the blonde was able to roll on top practically without any resistance from the dark-haired beauty. Pushing herself up, Stacy quickly slid into a Reverse Facesit, her firm, sexy ass engulfing Karen's mouth and nose and sealing them off.

“Now, if I remember correctly we were talking about asses and having a real close look at those…” The younger woman said, settling down more comfortably onto her bucking foe. “How do you like THIS view?”

Karen did not answer. She was too busy trying to get some oxygen into her system – a task made profoundly difficult by her rival's naked, shapely backside plastered all over her face. Kicking and twisting she slapped, punched and pushed at Stacy's glistening glutes and sides in attempts to force the blonde off, but it was no use. The Maryland native just sat there, keeping a perfect balance as she mashed her taut buttocks into Karen's visage, depriving the Indiana babe of vital air. Realizing fully well that she was losing and frantic to turn things around, Karen writhed and heaved furiously, clawing Stacy's wet torso. In desperation she even borrowed a leaf from her rival's book and tried to drag the blonde off of her by her breasts, but soon had to abandon the idea. The blonde's small, firm tits did not offer a good hand-hold even under the most favorable conditions. As it was, the perky mounds, slick with sweat and seawater were practically impossible to get a proper grip on, and Karen soon found that out at the cost of a few more precious seconds lost.

“Quit it!” Stacy ordered breathlessly, grabbing Karen's wrists and pushing her hands away. “Get yourself a girlfriend!”

Karen arched her back, twisting her lower body from side to side trying to squirm free and breathe, but could not do it. Her slim body erect, Stacy adjusted, staying focused, riding Karen, constantly wriggling her hips to keep her derriere right on the Playmate's face and continue smothering her. She knew this was her chance and had no intention of missing it.

“You're done, bitch!” The Baltimore bombshell said, panting and gasping. “You're all mine now!”

The next moment Stacy grinned broadly, her eyes sparkling with triumph. She felt her thrashing foe's struggles flagging and knew it was over. Already weakened by heavy punishment Karen's oxygen-starved body was beginning to shut down. The last vestiges of energy draining out of her within moments, soon the powerfully-built Playmate was all but unconscious, the movements of her chiseled, curvy frame reduced to mere convulsive twitching.

Suddenly, Stacy leaned forward and lifted her ass from her rival's face. She was not interested in knocking the other woman out. Even though she knew she had practically won, she still wanted to hear Karen admit defeat. She knelt beside the gasping, wheezing brunette, and rolled her over onto her belly. Grabbing Karen's ankles, she crossed them, bent the Playmate's legs back from the knees and then sat on them, folding them in half. She then got hold of Karen's wrists and yanked on her arms, pulling the brunette's entire upper body off the ground.

“You give, bitch?” The blonde growled, putting more and more pressure on her opponent's arched body.

Suddenly snapped out of her dazed state by the excruciating pain, the proud Indiana beauty replied with a series of screams and curses, refusing to surrender to her hated rival despite the absolute agony she was in. As far as she was concerned, this was her beach and she was not about to give it up to anybody – especially not the loathsome Keibler slut. But Stacy wanted the victory too, and at the moment she appeared to be much closer to it than the other woman was. Without changing her position, she now let go of her foe's arms and locked her hands under Karen's chin, pulling hard.

“How about now, McDougal?” The tall Baltimore babe shouted, bending Karen's body agonizingly backwards. “You give up now? Huh? You ready to submit to me?”

“F-f-fuck you!” Karen managed to squeeze out of her badly twisted windpipe, her toned, glistening frame shaking under the tremendous strain it was subjected to.

Stacy just smiled mirthlessly and cranked up the pressure.

Karen let out a tortured moan, beating the sand with one hand while using the other to support her body and relieve at least some of the pressure in her already injured neck. She was practically at the end of her rope now. She did not have the strength to break her opponent's brutal hold and she was suffering terribly, her neck, back and legs stretched to their very limits.

“AAAAAAARRRGH! L-LEGHO!” The 1998 Playmate of the Year croaked.

The blonde's only reply was to pull even harder and that settled it. Ravaged by pain, all her strength gone, her neck and spine creaking suspiciously, perhaps moments away from snapping, Karen panicked, her resolve wavered, then crumbled completely.

“I G-GIVE! LEMMEGO! I GIVE UP!” The brunette wailed, suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by the other woman.

Neither Karen's admission of defeat, nor the shocked gasp of the crowd at witnessing the seemingly unthinkable happen made any impression on Stacy, who stubbornly refused to release her hold.

“Who's the best now, bitch?” The Maryland beauty shouted, feeling both angry and dominant.

“AAARGH! You are!” Karen groaned, unable to stand the pain.

“‘You are'?” Stacy shook her head and poured on even more pressure, apparently not at all concerned with her rival's health. “Who the fuck is ‘You are'? I don't know anyone called ‘You are'! Again: Who's the queen here, huh? Who's the best? Who's your mistress? I have a name, bitch! Say my fuckin' name!”

“S-stacy!” Karen rasped throatily, vaguely wondering what idiot started the whole ‘One's entire life flashing before one's eyes' nonsense. She was not seeing any lives flashing before her eyes, even though she knew she was dying. At least she felt like she was.

“Stacy Keibler… is… the…oooww…the best!” Karen selected in the end, her tongue flatly refusing to budge for either of the other two options she had been given. Even so, it hurt like hell having to utter the admission (even if she did not really mean it), but she was a realist and knew that not saying the words would hurt even worse.

“Why, thank you, Karen! That's awfully nice of you to say! !” Stacy grinned and finally released her victim.

Karen's taut frame uncoiled like a loaded spring and the defeated Indiana bombshell lay spread-eagled in the sand, completely still, save for her labored breathing.

“Well, so much for the great, unbeatable Karen McDougal, I guess!” Stacy said, virtually aglow with the light of victory. “And just to make sure everyone gets the point…”

Kneeling between Karen's splayed legs, the blonde snaked her arms around the brunette's wais and pulled her lower body up and back. Karen moaned, but did not make any attempts to resist. She just buried her face in her folded arms and remained like that – on her knees, head down, bare ass jutting up in the air, legs apart. Smiling contentedly, Stacy ran her eyes over the other woman's glistening, perfectly shaped backside and then groped a firm, wet cheek in a proprietary fashion, following this up with an insolent smack that made the flesh jiggle.

“Wow, that IS a nice ass!” Stacy admitted almost coyly. “Almost as good as mine… Wait… This one IS mine too now! So I suppose it's safe to say now that I do own the best ass around, don't you agree?”

It was unclear whether Karen agreed or not – she said or did nothing – but the crowd certainly voiced some assent – even those who had initially been in Karen's camp. And the hoots and cheers got even louder as Stacy now pressed the front of her pelvis against Karen's upturned derriere and started gyrating her hips slowly, her hands resting lightly on Karen's hips.

“You feel this, McDougal?” The former Nitro Girl asked, pushing herself harder against her conquered foe, rubbing grinding, mashing. “This is what total defeat feels like! And get ready to feel a lot more of it if you plan on messin' with me ever again!”

Karen did not respond in any way. The beautiful Indiana native was still in shock. She could not believe what had just happened. She realized fully well that she was being humiliated and on the very beach she considered her own, but she simply did not have the strength – physical, or (more importantly) mental to do anything. Almost in a stupor, she just knelt there, the only thing stopping her from crying being her near-irresistible desire to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. “How the Hell did I lose to HER?!” was the question that was most prominent in her mind and she could not find any proper answer to it. Then, she just seemed to disconnect completely, all coherent thought suddenly gone as she just kept saying to herself: “She beat me! The bitch beat me!” over and over again, while behind her Stacy continued her demeaning little show of dominance.

Humping away, Stacy finished her “Victory Grind” with her arms raised triumphantly and then pushed Karen all the way down, forcing her to lie on her belly. Stretching atop her rival, plastering her wet, lithe frame against the brunette's equally sweaty one, Stacy spoke softly in Karen's ear:

“Well, Your Majesty, seems like this is my beach now, huh?”

“Leave me alone!” Karen whispered brokenly, fighting what to her seemed a losing battle against the deluge of tears that kept welling up.

“Relax, babe!” The blonde said cheerfully. “You can keep your little sandbox; I want nothin' to do with it! As a matter of fact this beach is exactly where your problems come from! You're not that bad, but you've been hangin' around all these muscleheads here for so long that you've started to become one of them! I suggest you get out of here before you've completely forgotten how to fight against a real woman!

“Leave me alone!” Karen repeated, painfully stung by the statement which she realized had a lot of truth in it.

“Don't worry, I will!” Stacy purred. “Now that I've kicked your ass, I don't have any more use for it. I proved my point; I showed you and everyone else who the better woman is! I beat you; I made you quit and I sat on your face – just like I told you I would! That's all I wanted from you!”

“Just one more thing! I had nothin' to do with your bein' dropped from that Diva Search. I admit I tried – that is I got the idea and had that scatterbrain Torrie take care of the “executive” side of things – but it turned out it wasn't necessary. Someone had already seen to it. And if you wanna know who, you just need to answer this question: Who won that particular ‘competition' and got the contract?”

“So long, Plaything, see you around!”

Twirling the tip of her tongue briefly around Karen's left ear, Stacy finally stood up and placed a foot on the prone brunette's ass, raising her arms in triumph to the cheers of the crowd. She held the pose for several seconds, then moved away looking for her bikini. She found it soon enough, but she also found it to be completely destroyed. This did not worry her any; she had come prepared. Spotting the beach bag she had brought along she made straight for it, looking pointedly unconcerned about the tall blonde clad in a black bikini standing between her and the bag.

“Wanna move your ass aside, Theron?” She asked when she finally reached the blonde. “And what are you doin' here anyway? Takin' pointers?”

“Pointers?” Charlize threw her head back and laughed. “On what? What not to do in a fight? No thanks! Just came down to see how the other half lives… Maybe have a laugh or two about it…”

“Well, in case you haven't noticed this from your high horse, you happen to be in my way, so go have your laughs somewhere else!” Stacy said. “Although, how can anybody with the amount of body fat you have wear a bikini and still laugh at others is beyond me!” She finished with a catty smile.

“Don't sweat it, girl, plenty of things are beyond you.” Charlize quipped, not bothering to contest the monstrously untrue accusation. “Like a career in Showbiz, for one. And – AAAAARGH!”

Stacy had been aware that this was moving inevitably towards a physical confrontation since she had no intention of backing down from any verbal insults or threats and she was certain Charlize was not about to either. So, not feeling up for another prolonged fight after her grueling battle against Karen, she had decided to force the issue and count on the element of surprise to get an advantage on the formidable South African beauty. The knee to her groin definitely did catch Charlize by surprise and she dropped down to her knees, clutching at herself, her legs suddenly having turned to jelly. Stacy quickly took a step back and slammed a foot into the other blonde's face, sending her sprawling on her back. Wasting no time, the Baltimore babe threw herself down and immediately unleashed her most potent weapon upon her foe. Scissoring Charlize's neck between her shapely legs, Stacy locked her ankles and squeezed, her left leg traversing the South African's throat and effectively strangling her. Charlize tried to fight, but it was more an instinctive reaction than anything else. Practically crippled by the terrible pain in her nether regions and dazed by the kick to the face, the Oscar-winning actress never stood a chance. She thrashed around for a while, gurgling, pawing ineffectually at Stacy's steely legs, then her lithe, sexy body went limp as she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Yes!” Stacy shouted, giddy with excitement. Releasing her Scissors, she stood up and looked down triumphantly at her vanquished foe, panting and shaking all over. Then she smiled maliciously as a sudden idea popped into her head. She knelt down, took Charlize's black bikini off of the actress' unmoving body, then stood up and put it on, smiling again as she found it to be a perfect fit. Not wanting to have to deal with the garment's irate owner once the latter had come to, she quickly gathered her own bikini as well as Karen's. They may have been too damaged to wear, but they were definitely not too damaged to be used to restrain someone with. It did not take too long before Charlize's wrists were tightly bound together behind her back. Next, her ankles were secured and then fastened to her wrists, leaving the slumbering South African hog-tied and lying on her belly.

“This should do it for now!” The Maryland native said with a smug smile. She knew very well that this was by no means the end of it. Charlize was known for being one who neither forgot nor forgave easily, and Stacy was aware that she would eventually have to face the fiery-tempered actress' wrath for what she had just done. She did not mind that in the slightest; she just did not want it to happen today.

While all of this was going on, everyone was predictably focused on watching it and nobody was paying any attention to Karen, who was still lying face down at the edge of the surf. Nobody but one woman, who slowly approached the Playmate, knelt in front of her, grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Wincing in pain, Karen found herself looking at the leering face of Cori Nadine just inches from hers and she groaned inwardly, wondering when this nightmare of a day would finally end.

“Go ahead, bitch, have your fun!” The battered, exhausted Playmate said through clenched teeth, realizing fully well that she was in no condition to fight Cori (or anyone) at the moment, but still keeping her composure. “Just make sure you have as much of it as you can ‘cause this is the last time you'll get the chance!”

“Aw, don't look so scared, McDougal!” Cori smiled. “No need to cry for your mommy just yet! I'll definitely be kickin' your ass soon, but not here and not today. I'll do it where I want and when I want ! Right now I'm just gonna do somethin' I promised myself I'd do some day!”

With that, Cori laughed in Karen's face – a prolonged nasty cackle, which would have wounded the pride of even a mollusk and which had the utterly spent Indiana native nearly choking with helpless rage as she swore to break Cori's back at her earliest convenience.

Not too far away from there, Stacy was just finishing putting on the bikini she had claimed form the now trussed up Charlize. Giving herself a good looking over, she nodded her satisfaction, picked up her beach bag, took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Hi, this is Stacy Keibler,” she said, walking away. “I'm good, thank you! About this shoot you guys have been pesterin' me all this time… Yeah, I think we can do this if you still want to… Great… No, we'll work out the details later, but I'm thinkin' the beach. I just got myself a lovely little black number and I'd really like to see how I'd look in it, and I think your readers would like that too… Yeah, you can call the spread ‘Queen Of The Beach'! In fact, I INSIST on it!”

photo from Stacy's shoot: http://img147.imageshack.us/my.php?image=kmsk38gm3.jpg

NOTE:

I'm aware the story has a “rushed” feel to it. That's because it was rushed. It was something I needed to get out of my system and I didn't have a lot of time to do it. Apologies to those who expected to get something out of reading it! Also, a big, fat, heartfelt, pre-emptive “SUCK IT!” to everyone from the “I don't agree with the outcome/ending” and “This could never happen” sections of the crowd.