TNA v. WWE

With WWE’s ratings dropping like a stone and TNA’s not moving at all it was
obvious the wrestling industry needed something to try and generate interest
in it. No surprise that T & A would be part of it. TNA (as the smaller)
company made the grandstand challenge, ‘our women versus yours, in REAL fights
with Real forfeits and stipulations or are you chicken?’. WWE could have
ignored it, brushed it off as a desperate attempt by a smaller rival to get bigger
off the back of them but Stephanie McMahon herself got behind the idea and
accepted, knowing there were feuds that needed settled and her own position as
the most dominant woman in the industry to uphold.
She brokered the deal herself and helped book the matches themselves while
Vince Russo got to make the stipulations for the TNA side, Stephanie then
trained herself into shape for what would be one explosive night of extreme
female on female wrestling action.
1. Candace Michelle v. Gail Kim (I quit match, loser goes in a barrel
with a hole to orally pleasure oppositions roster).
Talk about an extreme stipulation! Candace was first down to the ring
wearing her long black robe and showing her gold trimmed black bra and shorts below
to the crowd. She was not her usual happy self as she entered the ring, she
had been unhappy about that stipulation for the loser but Steph had insisted
the WWE Diva’s show no fear and not back down from any challenge.
Asian beauty Gail Kim sprinted to the ring next and got right in the larger
woman’s face from the off, showing she wasn’t going to be intimidated. This
would be a battle of a bigger, rougher brawler in Candace versus the smaller,
quicker, technically proficient Gail. Maybe the fact it was a submission
match gave Gail an extra advantage as she had trained in some pretty cool moves
in Mexico earlier in her career.
Once the bell rang the two long haired lovelies circled each other
cautiously looking for an opportunity before eventually locking up after 30 seconds or
so. After a brief struggle Candace easily shoved Gail back and onto her ass
and goaded her to try it again. Gail punched the mat angrily as she got up
and once again made to lock up with Candace but before they did Gail reached
higher up her opponents arm and flipped her over in a armdrag and floated over
with it wrapping both her hands around Candace’s left arm, twisting it in an
armlock and demanding her opponent submit.
A minute or so in and things were starting to seem very real for all the
women wrestlers and Diva’s competing tonight none more so than Candace whose arm
is stretching and twisting in ways it wasn’t meant to.
“Come on bitch, give up, it’s not like you won’t have sucked plenty of the
boys cocks already is it?”

Sneered Gail as she poured on more pressure. Candace grimaced but managed to
move herself up to her knees and relive a little pressure on her arm then
took Gail by surprise by flicking her leg out in a trip and dropping Gail flat
on her back. Candace covered her with a full body press but that was kinda
dumb because pinfalls didn’t count and Gail easily kicked her foe off. Both got
back to their feet and circled each other again, Candace shaking her arm to
try and ease the pain in it. Gail raised her hand up to challenge Candace to
a Greco – Roman knuckle lock and amazingly Candace looked to take her up on
it with her sore arm. How dumb was she? Not that dumb as it turned out as she
lifted her sore arm she deliberately kicked out her foot and kicked Gail in
the midsection and followed up with a forearm to Gail’s chin rocking her and
leaving her easy prey for an Irish whip into the ropes. Candace delivered a
hard clothesline that nearly turned her smaller foe inside out and left her
floundering on the canvas.
Brushing her hair from her face Candace dropped on Gail and sat on her back,
using Gail’s hair to pull her head up and slip her arms over Candace’s
shoulders and really sit back on a Camel Clutch. Boy, if Candace had actually
hurt Gail’s back earlier then this might have done the trick in getting a
submission but as it was all it was doing was wearing Gail down but after a full
minute in it even Candace realised she wasn’t going to win with it – not yet
at least!
Candace scooped Gail up and slammed her down on her back, once, twice, three
times, each time the Asian girl reached for her back and winced. Then
Candace lifted her and dropped her in a backbreaker right across her knees and held
it in place, putting her hand on Gail’s chin and pushing it back, to bow her
spine even more over her knee. Gail was hurting bad now and if Candace had
the skill to hold her like that for longer than the ten seconds she did manage
she might have got the submission there and then, But she didn’t and had to
drop her to the mat to pick her up again. This time with Gail’s head trapped
between her thighs, positioned perfectly to powerbomb the little slut all the
way down onto the hard canvas.
Gail was too near the ropes though and she reached behind herself
desperately when she realised what move Candace was going for and held on, then when
she didn’t go up for the powerbomb Gail used her momentum to back drop Candace
up and over the ropes, crashing awkwardly to the floor below. Oh and it was a
bad landing all right as Candace slammed hard onto her already injured arm.
Gail knelt in the ring for a moment breathing heavily before sliding out
under the rope and going to work. First, she picked Candace up and rammed her
injured arm into the nearby metal ringpost. Then she did that again five times,
each time Candace’s arm dropping limp by her side afterwards as she
exclaimed. From there she jerked the injured limb right up behind Candace’s back in a
chicken wing and smashed her shoulder again into the ringpost.
Somehow Gail rolled her larger opponent into the ring and as Candace lay on
the mat she put on her moves. An armbar, then and armbreaker then she pulled
Candace up onto her hands and knees, wrapped her legs around her waist and
hooked her arm in the chicken wing again before crossing her other arm around
Candace’s neck. The former Playboy Covergirl was helpless in a brutal cross
face chicken wing and as Gail squeezed with all her might with all her limbs
Candace could only hold on a matter of seconds before screaming out.
“I quit! I give! I submit!”
Winner : After 5:41 is Gail Kim.
Afterwards Candace was led to the back still unable to move her arm and
unceremoniously led to the TNA dressing room for this event where all the boys
are watching on monitors. She is pushed into a barrel and a lid put on top, the
barrel has a number of round holes in it and for the rest of the night (and
long beyond) Candace Michelle will be sucking cock. Not a good start for the
WWE.
2. Beth Phoenix v. Miss Jackie (Texas Death, streetfight match, loser
tarred and feathered properly)
Now this is a serious grudge. Ever since this match has been made both women
having been threatening the other with what they would do to the other and
race certainly seems to have become an issue (well Beth claiming she would “
lynch Jacqui like the worthless nigger she is” would kind of do that).
Both combatants come to the ring to their music wearing jeans and boots and
tied up checked shirts across their large chests. This is a NO DQ, anything
goes match where after each pinfall the loser of the fall has a ten count to
regain her feet or lose the match. Both are strong, squat women and the first
weapon either use is their fists, colliding in a tussle in the centre of the
ring throwing wild haymakers and kicks at each other. Beth got the first
advantage with a punch right into Jackie’s gut that doubled her smaller opponent
up, the blonde followed up with a knee right into her face and as Jacqui
dropped to her own knees Beth wasted no time in taking her studded belt off her
jeans and wrapping it around her knuckles.
The self styled ‘Glamazon’ wrapped her heavy, studded leather belt
deliberately around the knuckles of her right first and then reached down to pull
Miss Jackie’s face up by her long hair before raining down ten unanswered
punches to the dark girls forehead. When Beth finally relented there was blood on
her belt as Jackie’s forehead was busted wide open. Beth got a pretty weird
look on her face and bent down to bite hard on the cut as Jackie squealed and
writhed below her. Finally she got free and desperately crawled across the mat
trying to escape the ring but that allowed Beth to unfurl her belt and use
it as an impromptu whip and lash it hard against her crawling foes back, and
because she was wearing a tied up top her lower back was fully exposed to the
harsh whipping.
With her foes progress halted, Beth casually pulled the belt into a loop and
wrapped it around Jackie’s throat and quickly pulled it taut, almost like a
noose and stood with one foot on Jackie’s back and pulled back hard. Her
whole head and torso lifted of the mat and she was instantly choked by the
unforgiving leather, it also made her bleed all the harder and just a couple of
minutes into this streetfight it looked all over for the veteran. But as she
thrashed her ally from TNA, James Storm helped her out, he couldn’t get directly
involved but from his seat in the front row facing Jackie he tossed her a
bottle of beer he was just newly finished emptying and despite her plight
Jackie knew what she had to do. She grasped it in her right hand and swung it back
with all she could muster and even managed a strangulated smile as she felt
it connect solidly with Beth’s face before shattering into thousands of
pieces and then feeling the tension on the belt slacken.
By the time Miss Jackie had used the ropes to pull herself to her feet and
tug off the damned belt from her neck she turned to see the blonde still in
the opposite corner stunned and holding her face and that hand to her face had
the claret of blood seeping through her fingers. Now both women were sporting
cuts to their foreheads. The Pride of Tennessee might have been struggling
to catch her breath but seeing her hated opponent bleeding seemed to give her
new life and she charged across the ring and smashed an elbow into Beth’s
head sending her bouncing into the corner turnbuckle. She then grabbed Beth in a
headlock, held her there and fired in bare knuckle punches right to the
blondes cut before running forward and delivering a pulverising bulldog headlock
on the mat that left a nice crimson splotch where her head landed. Jackie
rolled Beth over and went for a pin but Beth kicked out at the count of two.
"Bitch!" spat Jackie as she hauled Beth to her feet only to drop to her own
knees and smash an uppercut into Beth’s pussy. That move doubled Beth up and
before she knew what was going on she was having a knee rammed into her face
and she crumpled to a heap on the canvas and this time was easily pinned for
the three count.
It was a struggle Beth but made it to her feet after a referee’s count of
seven so the match had to continue! Jackie was ready though and primed to
attack and she nailed Beth with a wicked clothesline from behind that sent Beth
sprawling along the canvas and eventually under the bottom rope to the floor.
Jackie was out after her in an instant and laid in a few heavy kicks with her
cowboy boots to Beth’s ribs before pulling her up by the arm and Irish
whipping the blonde into the metal stairs in the corner outside the ring. The noise
of shoulder on metal was tremendous and the stairs and Beth went flying. But
Jackie was on her again before she could rise and grabbed the blonde’s blood
stained hair to use it to smash her face half a dozen times against the
metal crowd barrier. When she finally relented it was easy to get a second
pinfall and a second referee count started.
1…2….3….4….5…6…7…8…9…
Beth somehow staggered to her feet just before the referee’s hand came down
a tenth time. Jackie was surprised but didn’t stop her attack and hooked her
for a suplex, lifted her up but dropped her gut first across the guard rail.
With Beth hanging over the rail like a makeshift see-saw Jackie could get a
steel chair from ring side, climb up the steps to stand on the apron and lift
the chair overhead read to jump down and smash the chair right across Beth’s
back. She did that but Beth actually tipped out of the way at the last minute
and the chair instead crashed into the rail and the vibrations hurt Jackie’s
hands. This was Beth’s chance, but after enduring a torrid last few minutes
she was hard pushed to retaliate and it was Jackie who made the first
offensive move but she missed with a punch and Beth managed to hook her head and
snap off a quick DDT on the ringside mats.
Wearily Beth covered her opponent but Jackie kicked out at two. The blonde
slapped Jackie and pushed herself to her feet and grabbed hold of the
discarded chair and waited on her foe. Jackie took a moment to recover and get up to
her knees but that was absolutely the worst place for her right then as Beth
took over her and crashed the chair down on the black girl’s skull with a
resounding thud. And this time her follow up cover gained a pinfall and an eight
count before Jackie somehow made it to her feet. Oh but that cut on her
forehead had been really opened up again and the dark red was cascading down over
her dark skin as she looked up with dazed eyes. A second vicious chair shot
to the head followed with an Irish whip the length of the ringside area into
the ringside barrier left Jackie lying almost in the entrance way. But Beth
didn’t follow up immediately, instead somewhat bizarrely the blonde started
lifting the blue ringside mat up and folding it back. For a moment no-one knew
what she was doing but when she then easily lifted her smaller foe up and
turned her round so that Jackie’s head was between her legs there was a
collective drawing of breath – she was going for a Tombstone piledriver on the
exposed concrete floor!
And oh boy did she hit it, driving Miss Jackie’s bloody head down onto the
cold, unforgiving floor and laying her spark out so that the pinfall and
subsequent ten count were nothing more than mere formality.
THE WINNER after 12:43 of action BETH PHOENIX and as per the stipulation
Beth got to work stripping an unconscious Jackie Moore of all her clothing as
she lay in the entrance way, then lifting her over to a large barrel of tar and
dropping her in it. When Jackie was finally conscious and able to clamber
out of the black mess she was covered head to toe in sticky black tar and Beth
was right there to empty a bag of chicken feathers all over leaving her
embarrassed and humiliated before the live crowd and PPV audience.
WWE 1 – 1 TNA
3. Kelly Kelly v. Miss Brooks (Stripper match, Loser shaved bald match
)
The match stipulation in this contest should be no real surprise given both
these untalented sluts are little more than strippers anyway and tend to
dress and act accordingly on their respective television shows. However, both
bimbos know that by the end of the match one of them will have been stripped
totally nude on live PPV and worse still had their beautiful long hair shaved
totally off! So plenty of incentives for them to win this match!
Miss Brooks was first to the ring in her standard attire – a cut off shirt
and cute tie, shrunken around her surgically enhanced tits, her thick framed
glasses and long, dark trousers. She was the more experienced wrestler of the
two fighters but this wasn’t likely to be much of a wrestling match anyway.
Her long dark hair was looking particularly bouncy as she squeezed herself
between the ropes into the ring, be a shame if she lost it. Kelly was next,
despite both being typical airheads they were quite the contrast too as Kelly was
much smaller endowed and as blonde as you could get. She was dressed in a
pristine white bra top and matching white cookie cutter shorts and white boots.
With the barbers chair and all it’s equipment looming on the rampway there
was a constant reminder to both girls of the consequences of losing this fight
as they circled each other looking for an opening.
They were, perhaps understandably, somewhat tentative to begin with and they
circled like that for a good half minute before any tangible blow was thrown
and that was a weak slap attempt by the blonde that Miss Brooks easily
avoided. Brooks reacted by grabbing Kelly’s wrist on her next attempt and flipping
the blonde over on to her back in a sort of arm drag. But her follow up
elbow missed the mark as Kelly rolled out of the way.
Both got to their feet and circled again before locking up and trying to
gain and advantage, it was Miss Brooks who proved stronger and she forced Kelly
to her knees and swiftly drove her foot into the blonde’s stomach and then as
Kelly tried to recover she felt her top being pulled up and off her arms and
having her pert breasts exposed on live PPV!
Kelly was no prude and hardly ashamed, after all she had a fantastic body
but the worry was that now all that stood between her and a bald head were her
shorts, panties and boots! Her peril brought her would be beau from ECW,
Balls Mahoney to ringside and he led a chant of encouragement that seemed to fire
her up and with no thought of hiding her perfect tits she launched herself
back into the fray.
Miss Brooks had spent the last few seconds whirling Kelly’s bra top above
her head and strutting around the ring. She was confident now she would be the
winner. Stupid really because she never even saw her foe spring at her and
clumsily spear her in the gut and drive her to the canvas. What a sight of the
viewers as a topless Kelly straddled Miss brooks and slapped the holy hell
out of the speccy bitch. Balls cheered her on as she ripped the stupid little
tie off and then peeled off the shrunken suit top to leave Miss Brooks in just
her big, supporting bra. She wasn’t underestimating Kelly now and rolled
like hell to get free of the feisty blonde, eventually managing but not before
getting some nasty scratches right down her tanned back.
Miss Brooks made it outside the ring and backed away from it, trying to get
as much space to recover as possible, as she backed away though she didn’t
realised Balls was standing right behind her and she backed right into him and
shrieked as he slipped his dirty hand between her legs from behind and
squeezed her pussy through her shorts! That got her back inside the ring quickly
and also brought out Robert Roode (the wrestler Miss Brooks manages) to
ringside to remonstrate over Balls’s actions.
Kelly ignored all that and stomped down on her opponents head as she got
back in the ring and grabbed her long black hair and whipped her over in a
sloppy snap mare in the centre of the ring. Then she craftily dropped to her knees
and sunk on a rear choke hold. From this position it was simple (just like
Kelly) to unsnap the latches on Miss Brooks’s mammoth bra and allow it fall
free and reveal the brunette’s massive surgically enhanced breasts.
Kelly got up and tossed the black bra to Balls before turning back towards
her topless foe. Both knew things might get messy for them from here on. Kelly
stood over Traci and again tried to lift her by her long, dark hair but this
time as she came up Miss Brooks also brought her fist up powerfully and
smashed it into the blondes completely unprotected crotch. With a pathetic squeal
Kelly released the hair hold and crumpled to the canvas pawing at her
injured crotch.
Miss Brooks struggled to her feet and with no better idea what to do grabbed
Kelly’s face and pressed it into her mountainous cleavage and began to rub
it in there, smothering her. This was a terrific move. Terrific for Miss
Brooks because young Kelly was not used to being deprived of breath like that and
panicked, expending a lot of energy thrashing about and not getting anywhere
and terrific for the viewing public as the teenage blonde looked ever so sexy
with her face stuck between the brunette’s whopping tits.
Miss Brooks could feel the strength fade from her younger foe and not even
Balls’ cheerleading at ringside could revive her. Traci allowed the blonde to
slump from her cleavage onto her knees before her and quickly repositioned
herself standing behind the slumped blonde and locked on a sleeper hold from
behind. That was it for Kelly, she did not last much longer before her head
lolled forward and it was obvious she was unconscious. All Miss Brooks had to do
was complete the strip and she would have won. She let Kelly fall to the
canvas and rolled her onto her front and tugged and hauled off Kelly’s white
shorts and her white G-string followed quickly after leaving the blonde
completely exposed on the mat. Traci kicked Kelly out of the ring under the bottom
rope and celebrated by throwing Kelly’s clothes to the crowd again and
demanded the referee call her the winner. But what a dumb slut! As the referee told
her she had to strip her opponent completely naked and Kelly was still
wearing her boots so the match actually wasn’t yet over!
Miss Brooks remonstrated and argued with the referee but quickly realised
that was pointless and when she exited the ring to finish the job it was to
find Ball’s trying to help his girl to her feet, and Miss Brooks wasn’t keen to
go near him! At that point Miss Brook’s charge, Robert Roode stormed to
ringside, looking for all the world like he was going to chase off the ECW alumni
but in an act of sheer treachery as he faced up to Balls he spun around,
grabbed his unwilling ‘manager’ by her long hair and hooked her head between
his thighs and delivered a devastating piledriver on her on the arena floor!
He got up and laughed and even Balls chased him up the rampway but now it
was Miss Brooks in dire danger as she was not moving at all and Kelly Kelly was
slowly coming around. Kelly was quite the sight, dressed as she was in
nothing but her cute white boots, her neatly trimmed pussy now on full display.
But she did not bother about that, at the referee shouting at her that the
match was continuing she stumbled over to the prone figure of her opponent and
slowly managed to haul off her trousers and then her black panties and finally
pull off her black shoes, leaving Miss Brooks, still unconscious lying on the
arena floor as the bell rang to signal her defeat.
THE WINNER after 7:17 of lame action was Kelly Kelly of the WWE. After the
match Balls returned to ringside to cover Kelly’s modesty with a towel but she
didn’t want it and waved to the crowd resplendent in her nudity. Robert
Roode returned too, to drag a slowly coming around Miss Brooks up the ramp way,
dump her in the barber chair then wrap the series of leather restraints around
her arms, legs and body so that she could not escape the chair. He kicked
the actual barber out of there and grabbed the scissors from the small table
beside the barber’s chair. Throwing a glass of water over Miss Brooks woke her
up and it was to see her charge snap the scissors before her eyes as she came
too. She shrieked as the heel began to hack at her lovely long, dark hair
with the scissors and goaded her by tossing the tufts up in the air to fall
down on her lap as she hacked away at her mane. After a few minutes of that he
got the electric shaver out and completed the job with some zeal. A bawling
Miss Brooks head was left completely bald.
WWE lead by 2-1.
4. Melina v. Christy Hemme ( Chained together, Loser eats Dog food from
a bowl)
These two diminutive minxes have fought before under the WWE banner and had
started quite the rivalry before Christy was fired to end it abruptly. They
have no love lost for each other and will be in quite the brutal contest, what
with them being connected at the neck (via two metal collars) by a 12 foot
long metal chain.
Former Playboy covergirl Christy is first to the ring, energetically
skipping to the ring looking red-hot – literally! She is wearing a scarlet bra top
and shorts, with flame insignias up the sides. Sexy Latino firebrand Melina is
next to the ring, her entrance where she does a splits under the ring, a
thing to behold. For the match she is clad in all white- a bra top, white shorts
and big white boots (with her trademark fur frills).
The referee brings both of them to the centre of the ring and they stare
daggers at each other as the collars are fitted tightly around their necks. Then
he attaches the link chain to the collars and briefly, before they back off
to their corners they are face to face. Melina used that opportunity to
summon all the saliva she can in her mouth and then spits it as hard as she can
over Christy’s shocked face. That would set the tone for a vicious, nasty,
underhanded war. Christy was incensed as she felt the saliva run down her face
and charged her opponent wildly. Melina smiled, “Too easy” , and just as
Christy reached her she raised her foot and kicked her right in the guts. That
doubled Christy up and Melina sunk her talons into her red hair and threw her
back wards, slamming on her back on the canvas.
With her opponent momentarily stunned Melina wrapped the chain three times
around the knuckles of her right hand then mounted Christy and began to fire
chain assisted punches onto the redhead’s forehead. She got three vicious
shots in before Christy desperately managed to dislodge her and roll away. But
when she made it back to her feet Melina was delighted to see a thin line of
blood coming from the corner of Christy’s mouth – first blood to her!
Christy wiped at her mouth and snarled at her foe, she was really mad now
but this time kept her distance as both women sized each other up. Melina
gathered a foot or so of the chain in her hand and began to swing it at Christy
and Christy did likewise, bringing them nearer and nearer with each swing until
eventually, with a loud clang, they came together and both dropped the chain
to latch their nails into the others hair and collapse in a bundle to the
canvas in a straight out, hair pulling, catfight.
The two hellcats spat and clawed at each other on the canvas, for the moment
the chain connecting them ignored. Melina scored with a hard slap to Christy’
s cheek but Christy fired right back with a double slap, hitting both of
Melina’s to jar her face. The Hispanic beauty reacted by digging her nails into
the redheads scalp and clawing viciously at her hair, literally tearing it
out. Christy squealed and did the exact same back to her opponent. Melina was
not for that and swiftly raked her nails down Christy’s face to break the hold
and the two rolled away from each other – but not far as the chain tensed
when they were a distance apart. This time when they got to their feet their
hair and features were much more disturbed than earlier. They snarled at each
other and charged again but this time it was Christy with the smart move as
she had wound some chain around her fist and drove it into Melina’s gut just
before their bodies collided. Melina staggered for a moment, held her gut then
dropped to her knees, winded.
Christy took a step back, steadied herself then unleashed a side kick right
to Melina’s head that knocked the WWE Diva to the canvas. She followed right
up by jumping on her prone foe and straddling her chest, her knees pinning
Melina’s arms helpless by her side. Happy with her positioning Christy
delivered a flurry of slaps with both hands to both cheeks of her opponent, leaving
them bright red by the time she tired and relented. Then she reached down to
the metal collar around Melina’s throat and grabbed the chain right at it and
pulled her head up only to forcefully slam it back down, smacking the back of
Melina’s head against the canvas.
“Not so fucking tough now, are you bitch?” sneered the enraged TNA
Knockout.
Christy then got up herself and hauled Melina with her by the collar and
once she was before her, doubled over rammed her knee into Melina’s face a
couple of times, keeping her up with the collar and chain. Then she pushed and
backed Melina right into one of the ring’s corners, wrapped some chain around
her fist and began to really punish her. The redhead fired in a brutal series
of chain assisted punches, the metal links wrapped tightly around her knuckles
doubling the impact as her fist slammed into Melina’s gut and breasts and
then a vicious uppercut that rocked the Hispanic’s head right back and saw her
slump to her butt in the corner. Even then Christy did not relent, stomping
the flat of her foot down repeatedly against her opponents head and chest.
Somehow Melina managed to curl up into a ball and roll under the bottom rope to
the apparent safety of ringside but as she staggered there Christy lined her
up and ducked under the bottom rope diagonally opposite her before giving a
sharp tug on the chain and propelling her at speed face first into the steel
corner pole on the outside! And when the cameras zoomed in on her it was to
see that her nose was bleeding!
Christy slid back into the ring and then back out again, this time on the
same side as her foe. She hauled Melina to her feet and pushed her back against
the outside of the pole and then pushed the ring announcer off his chair and
folded it up. It was a flat steel chair and in Christy’s hands a deadly
weapon. She put all her energy into the swing and boy it had hit would it have
done some damage but fortunately for Melina she just saw the metal coming
towards her and managed to duck down ant the chair clattered the pole with
shuddering effect.
Christy dropped the chair immediately and shook her hands, the violent
impact having shaken them badly. Melina crawled away and by the time her foe had
shaken her miss off and turned around was on her knees before her and punched
an uppercut into her crotch. Christy staggered back and Melina pushed herself
to her feet, grabbed Christy’s hair and banged her head back, smacking it
against the ring post, dazing her. With Christy incapacitated Melina then
started doing something strange, she slid back into the ring only to then come
back out of the ring on the other side of the ringpost, then she went around
Christy again and did the same, only then could we see what she was doing –
wrapping the chain around Christy’s neck and the ring post! Oh we can see what
she intends now and boy does she follow through, slipping around the post one
more time before hauling back hard on the chain, digging it’s links into the
trapped red head’s throat and instantly choking her against the metal on both
sides. Christy’s hands scrambled at the taut chain and tried to loosen it but
to no avail and Melina was able to haul back hard on it for nearly a minute
before tiring and letting Christy drop forward nearly unconscious.
Melina moved around the post wrapped the chain around her fist and pounded
some hard punches into her foes gut before picking up her drooping head and
nailing those punches on her forehead too, soon bringing blood from above
Christy’s left eye-brow. But she could hardly win the match from there and it was
quite the hassle to untie Christy from the pole and roll her back into the
ring. She did so though and set to stomping her foe, slamming her foot down on
her head, her stomach and her legs before hauling her up and whipping her
into the ropes and delivering a clothesline that nearly turned Christy inside
out as it flipped her right over.
Melina was relentless now and grabbed her foe up by the hair and this time
easily tossed her over the top rope and grabbed the chain halfway down so that
it left Christy dangling by the collar over the ring side, hanging there,
her feet inches from the ground. As the hard, metal collar began to bite into
Christy’s soft neck she began to realise the dangerous situation she was in
and fighting against this lynching she tried to use her incredibly flexibility
to curl her legs back and up to gain a foothold on the ring apron. Melina was
wise to that though and as she strained all her arm muscles to pull back on
the chain she used her feet to kick Christy’s swipes away, leaving her
dangling and choking. But not for long as quickly enough Melina lost her strength
and had to release the chain and Christy crashed butt first to the arena
floor.
Melina leaned over the ropes and looked down at her foe, she looked done
for, surely that mock hanging had finished off what fight the feisty red-head
had in her. Melina was left, however, with the problem of getting her back in
the ring. Because of the chain around their necks and Christy going over the
top rope it would mean Melina would have to follow suit. She couldn’t be
bothered climbing over the middle of the ropes so walked to the corner and climbed
up the turn buckle to get over there. But on the floor Christy opened her
eyes to see her foe clambering awkwardly high above her and she had just enough
wits about her to wait until Melina was standing up there before jerking
hard on the chain that connected them. It was a long, hard fall from up there
for the Hispanic WWE Diva and she flipped over in mid air to smash down on her
back right next to Christy and barely moved.
The crowd went crazy at the wild dive Melina had just plummeted from and
basically the next minute consisted of the crowd trying to raise both
competitors up to see who could finish the match. It was Christy that was first to her
feet, feeling at her injured neck and barely able to roll herself and her
opponent back in the ring. Still Melina hadn’t moved. Deliberately Christy
pulled Melina’s motionless carcass over towards one corner, then she wound the
chain around her right leg multiple times. Cut and bruised and beaten and
bettered and choked, Christy was not in great shape but somehow she was able to get
the chain wrapped and the back up onto the second turnbuckle, lift her leg
up (wrapped in chain) almost vertically then fall forward, her chain assisted
leg coming slicing down like a guillotine across Melina’s unprotected throat.
It was a devastating move and Christy followed it up with a cover and a
simple three count, in truth she could have got a fifty count. Melina was done!
Christy Hemme had won the chained together match in 13:42 and she collapsed
herself in the ring due to exhaustion. A couple of trainers entered the ring
and brought both women around and Melina, when she did had to face the
realisation of the humiliation she would face on live PPV – she would have to eat
dog food from a bowl! Christy took great pleasure in opening up a nice big can
of chunky dog food and emptying it into a super size red plastic bowl with
the word “BITCH” on the side and then got even more enjoyment from watching
her disgusted foe have to hunker down on all fours in the nude and eat it all
up like the dog she was. The look on her pretty face was worth the price of
the event on it’s own!
That made the score WWE 2 – 2 TNA. So this last match would decide which
group would win overall, and what a main event we had in store!
5.Stephanie McMahon v. Karen Angle (Kurt’s contract & Karen as a Diva v.
Steph as slave for a month on TNA TV, Kurt and HHH stand over trapdoors in the
corners with balls in a noose, losers hubby hung , Steel Cage).
Wow! What a set of stipulation there are for this match, all the marbles
really are on the line here. To kick things off the respective husbands are led
down to the cage, each looking daggers at each other and are positioned over
the trapdoors and with the nooses around their balls, with their hands tied.
Karen Angle was the first of the raven haired power-hungry beauties to come
to the ring. She was wearing a cleavage revealing black bra top and short
black shorts. She had the physical attributes to flaunt so she was more than
flaunt them. Arguably the least known of our competitors this evening Mrs. Angle
was developing quite the reputation as a pushy bitch with killer curves and
looks and she was intent on cementing that reputation tonight. The 35 year
old from Pennsylvania stood an imposing 5’10 and had a smirk on her face as she
passed her opponents husband that seemed to convey something no-one quite
knew. Stretching her long legs she eventually pulled herself inside the chicken
wire cage and waited her younger opponents entrance.
The 31 year old ‘Billion Dollar Princess’ made quite the entrance. She came
out to the runway clad in her normal business suit and tie attire but as she
milked the applause she whipped the outfit off, leaving her standing there
in black pants and sports top with just her tie around her neck. Then she
slinked her way towards the waiting cage and Karen. But we were soon to find out
the source of Karen’s confidence. For as Stephanie walked down the runway a
figure emerged from the crowd, jumped onto the runway and attacked her from
behind. As the cameras focussed on her it was quickly realised this was none
other than the former Chyna, ‘Joannie Laurer’, a woman with personal and
business grudges against the youngest McMahon. A punch from behind to either of
Stephanie’s kidneys shocked her allowing to the hook Steph’s head between her
legs and power her up into the air for a bone-shattering power bomb on the
metal runway. Then she wasted no time in tearing all Stephanie’s clothes off
bar that stupid tie.
Security was still staying out of this thinking it was part of the show as
Joannie slapped Stephanie’s huge surgically enhanced tits and stomped
viciously on her shaven pussy. Then Joannie pulled the tie tightly right into
Stephanie’s throat, choking her and ran down the ramp and used the tie to whip
Stephanie into the cage wall. Karen Angle came over inside the cage and the former
Chyna fed the tie through the wire mesh to Stephanie’s opponent and Karen
hauled it tight, pulling Stephanie’s face right into the cage while outside
Joannie was busy rubbing Steph’s face into the mesh, busting her open within
seconds. All the time Triple H could only look on helplessly as his wife was
systematically destroyed and humiliated.
And then it got a whole lot more extreme as Joannie dipped her hands inside
her trousers pocket and brought out a craft knife. It was at that point that
security realised something was wrong and moved to intervene but they weren’t
in time to prevent Joannie stabbing the point of the blade into Stephanie’s
forehead and drawing it all the way along, opening up an ugly cut the length
of Steph’s head!
By this time security unarmed Joannie and hauled her off Stephanie and
dragged her away. Karen released the tie and Stephanie dropped to the arena floor,
her face already coated in her own blood. The cameras zoomed in on the
grotesque sight, Stephanie McMahon- Helmsleys head was literally leaking blood and
Karen was obviously disgusted as she tried to pull her foe into the cage by
her blood streaked long hair. She finally pulled Stephanie into the ring and
the referees finally rang the bell to start the match.
Uuuurgh! Karen Angle nearly vomited at the sight as she pulled Stephanie’s
face up off the canvas (the now particularly blood soaked canvas), she had
known Joannie was going to jump Steph and help her out but hadn’t known the
extent her attack would go to. The Billion Dollar Princess’s face was masked in
blood and it was trickling down her fat boobs and her eyes had a totally
glazed expression. Karen just decided to finish things off quickly. She scooped
her heavier foe up and slammed her down with a bodyslam then rolled her over,
sat on her back and locked in a camel clutch move, using the tie around Steph’
s neck to crank on extra pressure.
The referee lifted the WWE head’s arm, once, twice and three times it
dropped limply to her side. As quickly as that the bout was over and the winner, in
just 1:23 was TNA’s Karen Angle.
Therefore TNA won the night 3-2 and they celebrated as the trapdoor was
dropped under Triple H and he experienced the agony of being hung by his balls
while his wife bled like a stuck pig inside the cage.
Two weeks later Stephanie McMahon started her month of humiliation on TNA
programming. First week she was led down to the ring on a dog collar and leash
by Kurt and Karen and made to kiss both their feet in the middle of the ring.
Second week she had to participate in a bikini contest with Christy Hemme in
which she was totally outshone. Week three saw her out in the Florida park
handing out comps while wearing a TNA knockouts cut off shirt and shorts. Week
four was the worst though as she spent it as Amazing Kong’s slave and
believe me by the end of the week Stephanie knew that the black monster was more
into women than men!