Legends Of Wrestling


In the very near future a man will make billions of dollars when his rich father dies and he inherits the lot. That man is of low moral fibre, his favourite things in life being :wrestling, catfights, porn and sexy surgically enhanced women.


Being a long time fan of wrestling he is now able to try and set up exactly the type of womens wrestling he always longed to see – real, sexy, nasty matches with wicked outcomes. All he needs to do is throw cash at the women involved and eventually they will all agree to it. Everyone has their price as The Million Dollar Man used to say.


Months of negotiation brought his dream to fruition. All the women had to be paid off before hand and with massive winners purses also offered to seal the deal. It had to be thus, after all these women wrestlers were going to have to compete in some of the most dangerous types if matches for real. Almost without exception the women had initially turned down the offer but in the end all signed up, mostly for the money but there was also the fact they missed the spotlight. None were in the big leagues any more and celebrity can be a hell of an incentive.


They all had to sign waivers and insurance documents covering the company in the case of injuries and personal damage. The card takes place on a pacific island so he doesn’t need to worry about any state commissions or authorities, just pays the government enough to make everything OK. The event will be recorded and sold online as a DVD.


The event will take the form of an eight woman, single elimination tournament, each match w ill have stipulations both as to the style of the match and the forfeit for losing. To be paid, all stipulations must be adhered to and as they progress the money they are earning will increase exponentially. As they are all under contract no current WWE Diva’s or TNA Knock Outs are able to enter the event but that is of no concern as the owners tastes are from a decade or so earlier.


QUARTER FINALS


1. Sunny w/ Missy Hyatt v. Dawn Marie – FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE, LOSER EATS DOG FOOD.


The first of the quarter final match ups sees a clash of two women who fell out of favour with the WWE and actually feuded in the old ECW. First to the ring is the real thing, Tammy Lynn Sytch aka Sunny. Ok she’s not the hottie she was in the mid 90’s but she still an attractive blonde, especially in a white robe that covers little more than a two piece, string bikini. It looks like she’s got a bit of a buzz on too, she’s dancing and shaking as she comes to the ring and looking pretty happy with her life. Her expression darkens though when Dawn Marie slinks through the curtain, her dark20hair framing her smug face. Dawn’s wearing a dark red bra top and skirt with panties underneath.


Both girls are getting $100,000 to participate and the winner will get a $50,000 bonus. Given both women desperately need the cash in real life you can expect this to be a hell of a hard fought battle.


As Dawn stands on the apron posing and showing her curvy ass off to the crowd (tickets went for a healthy price for this e vent!) Sunny charges across the ring and collides with her opponent. Dawn shrieks and takes a hard tumble off the apron to the unforgiving floor (oh sorry forgot to mention, there are no pretty protective mats around this ring just cold, hard concrete floor) and lands with a hard thud. In the ring Sunny can’t get out of her robe quick enough and tosses it into a corner and slides out and flips Dawn over and covers her. The referee count to two before Dawn gets her arm up. ‘Shit!’ curses Sunny she was hoping for a quick victory and a good rest before a semi final. She gives a groaning Dawn a kick in the ribs before hauling her to her feet by her hair and whipping her into the metal crowd barrier. Dawn’s back slams hard against the top of the barrier and she lays against it moaning.


Sunny stalks over to her hung up opponent and dishes out three hard knife edge chops in succession, each eliciting a squeal from Dawn. Then Sunn y moves back and picks up a folding chair and charges at Dawn, intending to ram it into her exposed mid riff. Fortunately Dawn saw the charge coming and moves out of the way while flipping Sunny up and over the rail. It’s a hard landing for Sunny on her back just in front of the first row of fans. If Dawn was quicker she could definitely get a three count but the brunette is still hurting and it takes her a good few seconds to get over the barrier and cover her blonde opponent for a near fall.


Dawn gives her opponent a kick where she lays then grabs her by the hair and lifts her up sharply and rams Sunny’s head into the metal barrier three times before draping her arms over said metal crowd barrier and picking up the folding metal chair. She swings it overhead and brings it crashing down but misses Sunny’s skull by inches when the blonde half falls out of its way. The resulting impact o f metal chair on metal barrier hurts Dawn’s hands and she yelps and drops the chair. Her opponent is still pretty stunned though, so with her hands out of commission the brunette commences a series of hard stamps with her wrestling boots all over Sunny’s prone body. Stamp! The side of her head. Stamp! Her shoulder. Stamp! Into her ribs. Stamp! Stamp! Her hip and thigh. Then finally she uses her boot to roll Sunny over so that her head is right next to the bottom bar of the metal barrier.


Dawn Marie gets an insane look in her eyes as she lines her foe up, with Sunny’s head right against hard steel if she connects with a Randy Orton style punt then it will surely be all over.


But she doesn’t! Instead Dawn’s foot absolutely rattled against the thick bar of metal along the bottom of the divider and she collapsed in a heap screaming out and grabbing for her ankle. This was the break Sunny needed though she was hardly in a position to take full advantage right then. In fact both women made it to their feet almost simultaneously though Dawn was limping heavily a fact Sunny took advantage of by delivering a swift ankle trip to her opponent that sent the brunette slamming onto her back again. The back of her head took a real smack against the hard floor and by the time she was trying to recover Sunny had that chair in her hand and was driving it’s edge down hard right on Dawn’s injured foot.


Dawn screamed and was near in tears now as Sunny rammed the chair again and again into the foot. Then she dragged Dawn by her long hair over to the entrance way and measured a brutally hard, unprotected chair shot right to Dawn’s skull. The noise echoed through the arena and Dawn simply collapsed onto her side, her eyes closed. The blonde then just placed her foot on Dawn, rolled her over with it then posed with her foot on Dawn’s chest as the referee easily counted the three count for the victory.


WINNER: SUNNY in 6:33 seconds.


After Sunny departed the scene, as much as she wished to watch Dawn fulfil her forfeit she had a semi-final to get ready for. An aide brought out a red plastic pet food bowl, opened a tin of dog food into it and the applied smelling salts to Dawn. All the women knew the score. They had signed water tight contracts and not only would they not get a single penny of their fee if they did not live up to the forfeit for their match but they would be sued for damages for breach of contract. Dawn was in floods of tears as she crawled towards the bowl and slowly began to eat the dog food from it. It would not be the last or the worst humiliation of the night but it was an appropriate start that a bitch like Dawn Marie ate like that and a sight everyone in the arena really enjoyed.


2. Sable V. Kimberley Page – I QUIT, LOSER SHAVED BALD


One of the most intriguing first round matches this will see a former Playboy Playmate shaved completely bald. He’s had to shell out big time for this stipulation. $500,000 each was what it took to get the contract signed. There is no winners bonus here, just getting to keep their locks will be bonus enough.


Both women look fantastic for their age. Sable is first to the ring, wearing a trademark black leather catsuit that shows plenty of her ample cleavage she is strutting and really showing off for the fans. Brunette Kimberley is wearing matching purple, velvet shorts and bra top which, once she whips off her blue cloak, we can see are pretty revealing too. Both women are wearing their hair down nice and long as if daring fate to make them lose. Besides both women are ultra confident before the bout, they cannot envisage anything making them say ‘I Quit’ knowing it will mean they are then shaved bald. But someone must.


Neither women is particularly skilled in the ring but that doesn’t really matter, after all this is a real fight, not a choreographed one. The bell rings and they both lunge at each other their hands going straight to the others hair and pulling and tugging at it. They go to the canvas still locked together and roll around, gasping, grunting and ripping at the other. Sable proves to be the naturally stronger of the pair and after much struggling managed to get a mount position, straddling Kimberley and slaps and punches the brunette in rapid succession. Kimberley takes quite a few strikes before being able to grab the blondes wrists and hold her hands at bay.


God they looking fucking good there, the two of them in their tight tops with their massive tits straining towards one another. Sable gets the better of this test of strength and inexorably her hands are getting nearer and nearer to Kim’s face again when suddenly Kimberley drops all her pressure on Sable’s wrist, as a result Sables face and torso plunges down quickly and Kimberley is able to jerk her head up and catch Sable flush on the jaw with her own forehead!


The blow rocks Sable and she rolls off Kimberley holding her chin and groaning. The brunette, meantime, scrambles to her feet gets in behind her opponent and hooks her forearm around Sables neck and tightens what is a version of a real naked choke hold. Sables eyes open wide immediately once the pressure is applied to her throat and her air is restricted and she is horrified when the referee places a microphone at her mouth and asks if she want to say “I Quit”. She grunts , tries to shake her head and tries to get up but Kimberley is on her feet leaning down to choke her and has all the leverage advantage and just squeezes her arm harder.


This is really freaking Sable out and she frantically claws with her nails at Kimberley’s forearm but the brunette ignores the scratches and squeezes her arm all the tighter. Somehow Sable was able to get her legs under and push herself up about an inch or so, not a lot but enough. Enough to give a quick push up then drop down, hoping that the top of her head would catch Kimberley as it did, right on her chin and force her to release her hold.

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Both women staggered apart, Sable holding her throat and Kimberley nursing her jaw, which had taken a fair rattle. Kimberley saw red as she felt her tongue and it came up bloody, she had bitten her own tongue in the collision. She charged at Sable, tackled her and they both tumbled through the ropes rather unceremoniously.


It was a rough ride with a hard landing, both babes crashing on their sides while tangled together on the unforgiving hard floor. Ignoring their bumps they both got up together again, Sable swung a haymaker at=2 0Kimberley, she ducked it, hooked Sables arm and went to whip her into the outside of the corner post, Sable reversed it and instead it was Kimberley Page’s spine that smacked solidly into the steel pole. She winced and slid to her rump, holding her back all the way. Sable saw the opening and stamped five times with her boots at Kim’s gut before finishing off with a kick to her head. She had a big advantage now and was determined to build on it, she had got a real fright when she was being choked out earlier and it spurred her on. She grabbed Kim by the head then bashed it back against the metal pole. She did it again, a twisted, angry look ruining her face as she did it.


“Fucking bitch!” she cursed as she raked her fingernails down Kim’s skin where her cleavage showed.


That got Kim squealing and she lashed out with her feet pretty ineffectually. Sable laughed and dragged her to her feet by her hair and pushed her back in the ring. Kimberley was holding her back and Sable decided she should try a Sablebomb. Of course, Rena Mero wasn’t quite as strong as she liked to think and it took her three efforts to get Kimberley up and then once she was up Sable couldn’t hold her and dropped the former Diamond Doll horribly on her head!


There was a sharp intake of breath from the crowd. My God that botched move could have broken Kimberley’s neck! Sable showed a moment’s concern before realising what a huge break she had just got, thinking nothing of her opponents health and safety she turned Kimberley over onto her face, straddled her and cupped her hands under her chin in a sort of camel clutch manoeuvre. The referee looked aghast as she wrenched back in the hold.


“Ask the bitch! Ask her!” demanded a rabid Sable.


He put the microphone to Kimberley’s quivering lips and she managed to stammer out weakly , “I quit” before Sable dropped her hold and stood up triumphantly and posed to a chorus of boos. Nobody could believe her actions. The crowd hated the way she had won and let her know it, garbage even got thrown in the ring at her. This just angered the vain woman even more and she flipped all four sides of the arena the middle finger before slipping out of the ring and grabbing the electric clippers from ringside.


The booing just intensified, surely she couldn’t go through with the stipulation, her opponent was legitimately injured and obviously needed medical attention. Sable could care less, she got back in=2 0the ring and knelt by Kimberley Page's unmoving head and cruelly began to shave her thick, beautiful, brunette locks from her head. The worst thing was Kimberley was totally aware of what was going on but she had suffered a stinger, which had caused a temporary paralysis, and she could do nothing at all to stop her ultimate pubic humiliation. The crowd’s booing was at a crescendo by now and the ref tried to pull Sable away and tend to the downed fighter but got a nasty surprise himself as the blonde rose and sharply kneed him in the nuts sending him crying to the mat as she bent to finish her haircutting duties. By the time she was done and the medics made it into the ring Kimberley was as bald as a coot and Sable had clearly established herself as the most hated woman in this tournament by a long way.


WINNER in 5:21 is SABLE.


3. Torrie Wilson w/ Stacy Kiebler v. Francine w/ Beulah – CAGE MATCH, LOSER (S) CANED X 100 times


This was really a clash of the Big Leagues versus the Bush Leagues. Torrie had been a famous fitness model then a s tar in both WCW and WWE while although Francine had been in WWE’s bastardised version of ECW herself but her history was strictly in much smaller leagues. Since leaving WWE Torrie has put on a little (badly needed) weight and is in curvaceous form while Francine seems even skinnier than when she was on TV at her anorexic worst. The only big things on Francine were her mouth and her plastic tits. Physically wise this should be easy for Torrie but Francine has a toughness and hardness about her that is difficult to imagine and has been in plenty of scrapes before.


Torrie is first to enter the cage (it’s not the typical WWE cage but rather an old style one with chicken wire, mesh walls) and in her bright blue bra top and shorts is looking very well indeed. She is escorted to ringside by her great friend Stacy Kiebler, who while not competing is to get $25,000 just for being there and supporting Torrie in th e tournament. Francine comes to ringside wearing a skanky white one piece and seconded by Theresa Hayes, the former Beulah McGillicuddy from ECW, she’s getting just $2500 for her appearance. A similar financial disparity exists between the competitors as Torrie is on $125,000 for taking part and Francine just $20,000. And it’s something Francine hates. The winner will bag an additional $25,000.


They don’t want to lose this match though as the ominous Singapore Cane that sits at ringside reminds them, 100 shots with that from the winner will do a hell of a lot of damage. Francine comes to the cage door and shockingly, instead of entering the cage slams it shut and holds it in place. Torrie is baffled at these actions until Beulah comes up behind Stacy, grabs her by the hair and smacks her forehead hard against the cage wall outside. She then proceeds to stamp all over the do wned starlet. Torrie rushes to the door to try and help but is caught out badly as Francine lets her half way through it before pulling it all the way open and slamming it full force on her, smacking her in the head and sending her flying back into the cage.


On the floor Stacy is dazed and has a trickle of bright red blood right in the centre of her forehead. Francine helps Beulah pull Stacy to her feet and holds her long enough to let her second produce a pair of handcuffs which she snaps on Stacy’s wrist and the other end to the cage. It’s far enough away from the door to effectively mean Stacy is powerless to help her friend. Not that Stacy is worrying about that just now, Beulah has just ripped her top off, leaving her topless by ringside and has wrapped the remains of the top in her hands around her throat and is choking her out from behind.


Francine, meanwhile, had re-entered the cage and finally the referee can start this chaotic quarter-final!


Torrie was on her back trying to shake away the cobwebs when the bell rang but skinny Francine was in no mood to give her opponent a chance to recover. She stormed over to the downed blonde and stamped her wrestling boot down on her crotch! Torrie groaned and curled up protecting herself as Francine leaned over her and spat down a torrent of abuse against her bimbo foe.


Meanwhile outside the ring Stacy Kiebler was in a bad way, Beulah had choked her into almost unconsciousness only to release her choke to rub the tall blonde’s face repeatedly across the wire mesh. She was busted open in the forehead and it was just getting worse with every rub across that unforgiving wire, it looked like she would be a non factor in the match now, especially cuffed to the cage.


In the ring Francine dragged Torrie to her feet and pushed her against the ring ropes before unleashing a vicious knife edge chop to her chest that echoed throughout the arena. Francine lashed in a second chop, then a third and a forth. Each bringing Torrie’s chest up redder and redder. Francine then grabbed her opponents hair and ran across the cage to slam Torrie’s forehead into the steel mesh. Torrie groaned and sunk to her knee’s her head over the bottom rope. The former Queen of Extreme did not relent her attack, she deliberately stood on Torrie’s back and pressed her throat into the rope, choking her, bouncing up and down in that position. She finally halted and reached down to grab the blonde up by her hair, Torrie came up but only to her knees and Francine took the opportunity to pose for the fans while Torrie knelt before her. It was an error, Torrie had enough about her to fire a punch right up and into Francine’s crotch.


It wasn’t a great punch but it certainly slowed Francine down a bit. She immediately let go of Torrie’s hair and stumbled back while Torrie forced herself to her feet. Francine saw that her advantage was disappearing and charged at Torrie but came to a shuddering halt as the blonde lifted her foot and drove it into the brunette’s gut, knocking the wind from her. As she stood there, leaning over Torrie came off the ropes and dropped Francine with a sloppy bulldog headlock that smacked her foes face right into the canvas. Torrie rolled her opponent over and got a two count. Just then Beulah started shouting at Torrie, getting her attention. She had Stacy’s bloody face pressed right into the mesh and her blood was visibly running down the wire. Torrie was distracted enough for Francine to recover and charge at her opponent. Torrie heard her coming and side stepped, grabbed Francine’s long hair on the way past and added her own momentum to fling Francine over the top rope and crashing face first into the cage wall.


Torrie pulled Francine up to find a small cut over Francine’s eye that was not helped when Torrie knelt beside her and unloaded a barrage of knuckle punches to it and Francine’s eye started to swell up too. She did not let up now she had the advantage, she hauled Francine to her feet only to drop her on her head with a fast DDT that garnered and other long two count. Torrie slapped the mat in frustration and picked her up for a repeat of the manoeuvre when she was stopped in her tracks by a loud smashing noise. She turned to see Beulah standing at the side of the cage wielding a steel chair and lining it up at Stacy’s head. The first one had been against the steel to get Torrie’s attention. Beulah grinned and measured her swing as Torrie lunged to the corner of the ring and clambered up the ropes and started to climb the cage.


Beulah knew Torrie could win by escaping the cage and dropped her chair to climb that corner from the outside and eventually the two made it to the top at roughly the same time. Torrie blocked a Beulah punch and hit her with one of her own as the two battled daringly atop the high cage.


This was giving Francine all the time necessary to get her head together and she scrambled up the cage behind Torrie and smashed and uppercut low blow to the unsuspecting blonde from below. Beulah followed up with a punch to Torrie’s face and stunned Torrie lost her footing and fell straight down her legs straddling either side of the bolt that held the ring’s corner turnbuckle to the ringpost. It looked and was excruciating and Torrie was in so much pain to her pussy that her mouth was open but she just flapped like a fish.


Francine could have climbed out but instead she deliberated climbed back inside the cage to take full advantage of her foes predicament. Torrie was in tears, stuck as she was in such a painful position on the wire. Francine held onto the cage and stood on the top rope and casually kicked Torrie a few times to the side of her head before dropping to the canvas. She grabbed Torrie by the hair and pulled her backwards towards her until she was bent backwards before burying an elbow right to the top of Torrie’s crotch. Torrie howled in agony again. Francine repeated that elbow strike three times each more deliberate and violent than the last. Then she stood on the middle rope beside Torrie, hauled her head back up and took glee repeatedly slamming it forehead first into the cage until eventually she drew blood. This delighted Francine and she loved how the crowd took a collective gasp as she leaned in and took a bite of the cut with her sharp teeth, ripping Torrie’s forehead further. Finally, she peeled Torrie from the corner and let her collapse to the mat.


Francine spoke to Beulah for a few moments, allowing Torrie to rise up on her arms and the camera to get a good shot of the bloody, ragged cut that decorated her forehead before Francine stamped harshly on her back, flattening her on the canvas. Then she dragged Torrie by the hair over to where Beulah held Stacy’s face against the outside of the cage and pushed the two friend’s bloody foreheads together with the wire cage between pressed into their foreheads hard.


Francine held both women ‘s head in place by pulling Stacy’s long, blonde hair through the cage and pulling it against Torries. Beulah then picked up her steel chair, swung it back and smashed it into the back of Stacy’s head, causing it to smash into Torrie’s and knocking both blondes unconscious with the one move. From there is was child’s play for Francine to slowly ascend then descend the cage and be announced the winner in 10.51.


Afterwards Francine and Beulah got back in the cage and took great pleasure in handcuffing both Torrie and Stacy to the ring ropes facing out to the crowd. Both then took up Singapore canes and laid in a brutal beat down with the canes to the babes. Really it was carnage, Torrie took multiple shots to her bare ass and back and legs as did Stacy until both had lots of cuts and welts showing. Eventually the canes snapped with20the power of the blows but that didn’t stop the punishment as they then jabbed the jagged broken ends into both Torrie and Stacy’s forehead and left their faces coated in their own crimson blood.


4. Trish Stratus v. Chyna – LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH, WINNER GETS TO FUCK LOSER CENTRE RING WITH HUGE STRAP ON.


The last of the Quarter Finals is also one of the most intriguing. Two of the biggest ever female stars of the WWE in a match renowned for being one of the hardest and energy sapping. On paper it looks like Joannie Lauer is a heavy favourite to advance. She is taller, heavier and much more powerful than her blonde opponent. However, since leaving the WWE Chyna has staggered from one personal disaster to another and her mind is pretty fucked up so the smaller, quicker, smarter Trish may yet have a chance.


Trish is the highest paid of the female stars, having arguably the biggest name and most recent fame from WWE. She’s getting $600,000 for being here while Chyna’s only getting $100,000. There’s a win bonus on the match of $50,000. Chyna co mes to the ring first in black leather boots, shorts and bra top. Her hair’s back to being dyed jet black and it looks like she’s got some of her muscles back in preparation for this evening. Perky blonde Trish has a white top and black trousers and she’s leery coming to the ring but her opponent doesn’t make a move, standing in the far corner to allow Trish access to the ring.


The ring bell goes after the announcements and these two female gladiators circle each other cautiously. There’s no trash talk as yet, both are pretty respectful of the other, despite the size disparity. Chyna holds her right hand up in a challenge to Trish for a Greco Roman knuckle lock and although the blonde doesn’t really want to accept she also knows it would be a sign of weakness so early in the match, so she locks her fingers into Chyna’s.


She knows it is a big mistake immediately. Chyna’s power is immense compared to her and in less than two seconds Trish has been forced to her knees and her fingers feel like they are breaking. There is also a big, sneering smile on Chyna’s face as she looks down at her kneeling foe before she drives the point of her boot into Trish’s gut and winds her. Chyna moves quickly, breaking her fierce finger lock and while Trish’s head is bowed Chyna leans over her, grabs her around the midsection and hoists Trish up before slamming her down in a powerful powerbomb! The referee starts a count and even though it is early in the match Chyna nearly gets the win as Trish only pulls herself up at the count of 8.


Trish is stunned and as she pulls herself up by the rope is grateful for the corner turnbuckle for keeping her upright, not for long though as Chyna is on her in a flash, throwing forearms and punches in the corner that the blonde struggles to avoid. It’s all Chyna at this point and after about fifteen unanswered forearms she picks Trish up, presses her overhead , walks to the other side of the ring and simply drops Trish over the ropes and crashing face first on the hard, unforgiving floor.


Chyna and the ref slid out of the ring and the referee started his slow count again, somehow Trish pulled herself up at eight again but she was pretty dazed and Chyna was easily able to hit her with a sh ort clothesline that rocked the pretty blonde back down on her ass. The ref started to count again but Chyna stopped him and instead fiddles with his trousers, jerking off his leather belt from around his trousers. She then slips it over Trish’s head and around her neck before pulling up on it and hanging Trish with it!


This is where we really see Chyna’s strength as she is able to lift Trish off the ground by the belt with her two arms. All the time the petite blonde is kicking and struggling but she’s in a lot of distress. She catches a break though as the heel of her wrestling boot flails back desperately and smashes into her opponents knee, taking Chyna by surprise and making her drop Trish and release the belt. A slight limp is all that caused though and the Amazon is soon on her feet again and grabbing Trish up and setting her up for a powerbomb on the concrete floor. Trish tries to flip her bigger opponent over her back b ut it’s too much and after a struggle it’s the blonde that’s hoisted in the air. However, she’s got the belt off her neck by now and wrapped it around her fist and drives three straight punches into Chyna’s forehead that finally makes her drop Trish and drop to her knees herself.


Trish got to her feet first and throws a series of forearm shots followed by a drop kick to the Amazon before asking the referee to count.


The referee gets to four before Chyna is back on her feet and glaring at Trish for having the cheek to ask for a count this early. That got her really steamed up and she charges at the blonde, which Trish had hoped for because she evades the charge, drops down and trips Chyna up sending her face first into the metal corner steps with a hell of a clang! Trish is right on Chyna here, grabbing her by her hair and repeatedly bashing the larger woman’s forehead against the steps as the crowd count along. After ten shots Trish tells the ref to start the count again as she busies herself lift clearing some debris from ringside


This time Chyna staggers to her feet at seven and still looks a bit groggy and this time Trish is able to hook her foes head between her legs and flip her up and execute a pretty sloppy piledriver on the concrete floor. Leaving both women in a tangle of limbs on the ground. The referee starts counting20them both down but of course Trish is up pretty quickly, not so Chyna who only manages to her feet at eight before dropping back to her knees having just broken the count.


Trish wasn’t too disheartened though and instead climbed up the outside of the nearest ringpost and waited for her opponent to get back to her feet and turn around. When she did Trish leapt off with a cross body block but in an amazing show of strength Chyna caught Trish and stayed up, holding her. With an aggressive grunt Chyna turned the blonde in her arms into almost a bear hug before running at the ringpost and ramming Trish’s back into the pole. Trish shrieked at the pain in her back and arched it as she slumped to her knees as her stronger foe let her drop. Chyna wrenched her up by her hair and rolled her into the ring, following straight behind before easily lifting her up only to slam her down in a vicious backbreaker across her outstretched knee. Chyna held=2 0her there for nearly a minute, pressing Trish’s head backwards the whole time, bending her spine to a horrible angle in the process before finally letting her drop to the canvas.


“Count her!” demanded Chyna.


Trish struggled to her feet at a count of nine, much to Chyna’s annoyance – the blonde was proving far more resilient than she had anticipated. Chyna advanced on Trish as she wheezed and gasped for her breathe and kicked her in the gut, then spun her around and Irish whipped her hard into the corner, then followed her in immediately with a clothesline in the corner that led almost seamlessly into a bulldog, one of Trish’s own signature moves. Another count and this time the blonde struggled up at eight. Chyna seethed.


The Amazon whipped her opponent into the ropes before delivering a killer clothesline that physically turned Trish upside down and she crashed onto her head uncomfortably. Chyna didn’t even wait for the ref to start his count before sliding out of the ring and hauling a wooden table from beneath the ring and setting it up in the entranceway next to the ring. Trish was up at nine again, using the ropes to haul her up, her brain refusing to let her quit yet. As she half stood, half knelt there, holding onto the ropes Chyna re-entered the ring and easily flipped Trish’s head between her legs and flipped her up and round for another powerbomb attempt. This time though she walked, with Trish hung up there on her arms, over to the ropes and took aim at the table on the floor!


The crowd gasped once they saw Chyna’s intention, surely a powerbomb from the ring through a ringside table would finish this Last Woman Standing match there and then. They weren’t to find out though as Trish somehow managed to wriggle her arms free and get her legs around Chyna’s head and with her off balance was able to flip both of them over the ropes, almost in a hurricanrana and send both through the table!


The table disintegrated on contact and they crashed through it and both lay sprawled in it as the ref started his count. Chyna had taken the worst of the fall, landing flat on her back on the table and beyond. But Trish was hardly in good condition either, not with the beating she’d endured. As the count got to seven both women showed sign of life and had somehow clawed their way to their feet just after the referee had counted to nine. Trish staggered away from the crash site with her opponent not long behind her and as Trish turned around in the entrance way Chyna charged at her determined to hit another powerful clothesline. Working on instinct Trish ducked her head and pushed up, flipping Chyna over her back and making her slam hard on her back on the unforgiving floor again.


Trish drop ped to her knees and pounded punch after punch to Chyna’s forehead, finishing up by hauling her up, hooking her head and nailing a DDT on the concrete floor. Incredibly the masculine brunette pulled herself up via the crowd separator at a count of nine, my god she was like a cartoon horror monster that would just not stay down! Trish tried not to let it effect her though and bounded towards her foe, jumped up, caught her head and bulldogged her through a table set up just to the side of the entrance way ramp. Then she got a steel chair and set it out so that the low bar between it’s legs was right across Chyna’s throat and she sat down.


“Count it!” she demanded of the referee.


He did so and despite a flurry of arms and legs from Chyna at the count of 8 she was not able to shift Trish or get to her feet, meaning that Trish Status was announced the winner in 12.42.


Trish got up immediately the call was made that she had won but unfortunately for her so did Chyna – and she was mad! She grabbed the chair that had been across her throat and unleashead a wicked, unprotected chair shot to Trish’s skull knocking her to the ground instantly.


Chyna had a furious look etched on her face as she leaned down and grabbed Trish by her long, blonde hair and dragged her lifeless body back to the ring, stopping on the way to pick up the strap on dildo that was at the announcers desk for the forfeit. Of course it should have been Chyna on the receiving end of that but the winner wasn’t in much of a state to do anything about Chyna stepping into the harness and tightening the dildo at her own crotch. She rolled Trish into the ring and hauled down her trousers and pants to reveal her sexy ass to the watching world before getting down on her own knees and without further ado plunging the monster dildo at Trish’s tight asshole.


Chyna dry fucked Trish Stratus up her ass for a good couple of minutes before security got to the ring and managed to get the Amazon off the blonde. Even then they could barely prize the strap on from Trish’s asshole so deep had she been fucked. As Chyna was led away to a chorus of boos and garbage being thrown at her Trish lay in centre ring in floods of tears and everyone wondering is she would be able to continue in the tournament or not.


1. Sunny v. Sable – CHAINED TOGETHER, LOSER TO BECOME WINNERS SLAVE FOR A MONTH.


There is genuine bad feelings between these two semi-finalist stemming from various incidents when they were vying for top spot in the WWE in the late 90’s so this will be a real nasty fight with both women determined to win big.


Both women had come through their first round encounters relatively unscathed, though Sunny had taken more damage but had also had longer to recover. Sable was first to the ring and as she waited impatiently on her opponent the referee attached o ne of the steel collars to her neck and linked the steel chain into it. The rules of this fight were different than the majority of chained together matches in that here there was no touching of corners just a pin fall only finish. The chain was just there to prevent anyone running away and for use as an offensive weapon. Sunny came down and compared to the hostile greeting the crowd had given Sable, she was most popular. She stared daggers at her rival as she slid under the rope carefully and allowed the ref to chain her up too. For the fight Sable was still in her black PVC catsuit and Sunny was clad in a outfit like a cheerleader, with pink and white colours.


The referee signalled for the bell and the first semi final was under way!


To start both women tried a tug of war style challenge, each pulling hard on their end of the chain while cursing the other.


“Junkie bitch! I’ll beat the drugs out of you!” threatened the vile Sable.


“Yeah? Well I’ll knock all that cum you been sucking out of all the boys in the UFC, right outta your mouth you old cunt!”
retorted Sunny.


Both women were enraged by the taunts and broke off tugging on the chain to charge their rival. With an almighty thump they clotheslines each other and collapsed in a heap in the centre of the ring. The crowd cheered for Sunny and she responded by being first to her feet and hauling Sable up roughly by her hair. Sunny whipped sable into a corner and ran in afterwards driving her shoulder into the older woman’s gut, winding her. She then wound the chain a few times around her right forearm before hitting Sable wi th repeated European style uppercuts , all boosted by the chain. Sable was holing the ropes to stay upright but the fifth blow staggered her and she dropped to her knees. Snarling Sunny looped the chain over her opponents head and round her throat and began to choke her with it.


Sable struggled but Sunny pulled the chain harder and hissed at her foe.


“I can’t wait until you’re my slave bitch, I’ll make you sorry you were born!”


The reminder of what awaited the loser spurred Sable to action. She planted her feet under her and pushed herself to almost standing, Sunny held on though still trying to choke her foe from behind and now on her back as they rose up. Sable nearly made it upright before she charged across the ring (it was not quite a charge with Sunny on her back) and dove between the top and middle ropes. Turning on her way down meant that Sunny’s back took the full brunt of the impact while hers was neatly cushioned by her opponents.


Sable was first to her feet and attacked her opponent in a flurry. She kicked her and stamped on her before dropping to her knees beside Sunny, wrapping some chain around her right fist and punching Sunny repeatedly in he forehead eventually cutting her and drawing a thin streak of blood. It hurt her own fist so she stopped with the punches and let the chain fall off her hand before spitting on Sunny’s face and standing up again. As Sunny groaned and rolled onto her front and crawled away, Sable looped a longer length of chain in her hand and carefully whipped it against the small of her opponent’s back. The steel against back gained a shout of agony from Sunny and Sable took the chance to taunt her in return.


“Me? Your slave? That will never happen bitch. Believe me very shortly you will be my slave and20I’ve already sorted your role for me – toilet slave! You’ll be by own personal kimode!”


This diatribe was accompanied by Sable lashing the chain down time after time on Sunny’s back until she was begging for her to stop. She did but only to drag Sunny to her feet and whip her into the outside of the ringpost, her side slamming into the metal and crumpling to the floor. Sable strolled over to her downed foe, mocking and taunting the crowd as she walked. Sunny was in desperate straits, she was aching all over and knew that if the beating continued she would soon be too far gone to fight back, it was time to fight dirty! Keeping her body between her and Sable she reached into her top and took out a plastic packet of salt and emptied it into her hand and when Sable eventually reached her and gripped her hair and wrenched her to her feet Sunny threw the salt into Sable’s eyes, partially blinding her.


As Sable screamed Sunny dropped to her knees and thrust a hard uppercut up between her rival’s legs that folded Sable up like a cheap table. This bought Sunny the time she so desperately needed and wiping the trickle of blood from her face she forced herself to her feet and bitch slapped Sable across the cheek with a vengeance. Then she got behind Sable, grabbed the top of her head and jumped down, driving Sable’s surgically enhanced face into the hard floor. She rolled her over and covered her but the referee refused to count as all pinfalls had to be in the ring in this match. Sunny cursed and pulled Sable up and rolled her back into the ring.


And now it was Sunny’s turn to whip her opponent indiscriminately with the chain, slashing it down on her writhing in pain foe. The blows, though, would have been much more effective if it wasn’t for Sable’s damn outfit. In a rage Sunny grabbed at it and ripped it down Sables chest and arms, exposing her large tits and trapping her arms by her side, a perfect situation for her enemy. Sunny wrapped the chain around her elbow and dropped it right between those big, silicone filled breasts of Sable. Sable howled, the crowd cheered and Sunny clambered on top of her opponent and wrapping the chain around both her hands she started to punch chain assisted left and rights to Sable’s head. The crowd counted each punch all the way up to twenty before Sunny tired and got up to a huge ovation. The cameras zoomed in on Sables face to show how bruised, cut and marked it was – there was little sympathy for her though.


Sunny then ripped the catsuit all the way off Sable’s body, leaving her laying in centre ring in nothing more than a black G-string. The sight of it gave Sunny another idea. She hauled Sable to her feet and tucked her head between Sunnys thighs into a set up for either a powerbomb or piledriver. Smiling at a cameraman she walked her fingers down the centre of Sable’s back and hooked them into the waistband of the G-string and hauled it viciously towards her, digging it right into Sable’s pussy. Then she hooked her hands around Sable’s hips and tried to lift her for a piledriver, a problem quickly became apparent, Sable to was too heavy for the smaller woman to get up! And Sunny’s mind was set. She tried again and again but couldn’t get her fellow blonde up, wasting energy with every attempt. Finally, she had to give up and released Sable to the mat frustrated in her efforts and having to find another way to finish the bout.


With her opponent on hr knees Sunny wrapped the chain around Sables face two times and pulled hard, digging the links into Sable’s cheeks and forehead. Sable screamed much to the crowd’s approval and Sunny gave a little bow before wrapping some chain around her fist and punching the chain wrapped face before her.


Then she punched it again, and again and again. Sunny reigned blows down on that steel encased face, relishing every clang of metal and wince and squeal from her hated opponent. Sable was cut at the lip when the barrage finally ended. But she was not defeated and Sunny was more than a little frustrated. Unwrapping the chain from Sables face she whipped her into the ropes and went to deliver a clothesline but missed when Sable insti nctively ducked. Her follow through saw her hit the ropes and she flung herself into Sunny and the two of them crashed into the far ropes. There was a tangle of arms and legs and chains but the end result was that Sable got tangled in the ropes on the inside of the ring while Sunny went over the top rope and ended up being almost hung over the rope by the chain around her neck.


As Sunny dangled and tried to get her feet on the canvas as the way the chain was tangled she didn’t have enough for her feet to reach the floor Sable realised the situation and swiftly wrapped the chain tight to her arm and repeatedly kicked her opponents legs away whenever it looked like they were getting any purchase. The crowd booed as the metal collar dug into Sunny’s neck and her face went red as she struggled became more desperate. Sable meantime, pulled hard on the chain to choke her harder and also used a length of the chain to lash down over the ropes and smash Sunny on the head three or four times. Finally Sunny’s struggles paid off and enough chain came loose for her body to crash to the floor but she was in a bad way as she slammed onto the concrete.


It took Sable a moment to negotiate getting out past the ropes but once she was she stood outside the ring over her foe and carefully dropped her knee from that height right into Sunny’s unprotected gut. That was a hell of a blow and all the wind rushed out of her and it was easy for Sable to drag her up and roll her back into the ring. Once in the ring Sable crawled on top of Sunny and pressed Sunny’s face in between her mammoth cleavage. Sable had her fingers and hands linked behind Sunny’s head and that, along with the angle they were at, made it near impossible for Sunny to break free from this hold.


As she pressed Sunny’s face between her tits and smothered her nose and mouth she looked at the nearest camera and beamed a wide smile. This was the perfect way to finish off her rival, between Sable’s big, fat tits – how humiliating for Sunny. And it was a minute later, with Sunny’s limbs went lifeless Sable let her go and easily stood up, placed her foot on her foe’s chest and got a three count.


WINNER in 10:07 Sable and as a result Sunny will have to become her personal slave for a month .


2. Francine v. Trish – EXTREME RULES, LOSER DOES GANG BANG PORN TAPE.


There was a rumour sweeping the stadium that, after the beating she had endured after her quarter final victory over Chyna, that Trish would forfeit the semi-final to Francine. The crowd (and the promoter) certainly hoped that would not be the case.


Francine was first out, again accompanied by her friend Beulah. Francine was dressed in the same skimpy outfit and was swinging her Singapore cane in her hand as she strutted confidently to the ring. Then Trish’s music hit and all eyes turned to the entrance way. There was the longest pause as every neck turned to watch anxiously before eventually the black curtain went back and out limped the blonde ex-Diva. Trish was not walking well at all, that dildo rammed up her ass forcibly by her first round opponent had done plenty damage, as had the beating she had taken. But Trish is a brave and determined woman and she wasn’t for quitting but with the cost of failure so high in terms of forfeit this represents a hell of a risk.


By the time Trish had limped to the ring and pulled herself up the steps Francine was impatient to get started. Beulah grabs for Trish’s ankle as she enters the ring and with the blonde distracted Francine swings the cane and cracks it right off her opponent’s skull! The bells rings and this anything goes, extreme rules match is underway.


The blow had staggered Trish and she had lost her footing and plunged to the hard floor. While the referee remonstrated with Beulah, Francine d ucked out of the ring with her cane and began to lash the downed blonde with her cane with shot after shot. Trish instinctively covered up but her shoulders, sides and back still took a number of lashing blows before the cane actually snapped in half. But if Trish Stratus thought that was a lucky break she was to be sorely mistaken. Mad at her weapon snapping Francine held the snapped half in her hand and sunk to her knees, slapped Trish’s hands away from her face and jammed the snapped, jagged end into the blondes forehead and viciously dragged it back and forth on her forehead.


It cut Trish’s forehead up in an instant. Literally one second it was clear the next it was a mess of bleeding cuts. A close up from a camera brought a loud gasp from the crowd as the claret started to pour from her head. Francine was in a frenzy and hauled all of Trish’s clothes20off as she lay on the ground, the “Queen of Extreme” wanted maximum humiliation for Trish in this bout.


Trish was stark naked, lying on her front, her forehead a bloody mess on the arena floor and Francine just sat on her back and cupped her hands under the blonde’s chin and pulled back in almost a Camel Clutch type move. This made for quite the visual as Francine poured on the pressure complete with streams of bright red blood pouring down Trish’s face and over Francine’s hands.


Beulah came around the ring to kneel in front of Trish and goad her, wagging her finger at her then spitting in her face. The crowd was hating this and from the front row a full cup of beer exploded on the side of Beulah’s face. Beulah was mad and charged at the barrier to confront the thrower only to get punched on the chin and knocked cold to the floor. The puncher? None other than bodybuilder Nicole Bass, a former member of the XPW a rival, knock off group to the old ECW!


Francine got off Trish immediately and went to jaw with Nicole, as Beulah lay at her feet. In the crowd too was Lizzy Borden, co-owner of XPW and noted porn performer. Francine spat at her as they argued. The crowd at ringside was wild with all this confusion and Francine didn’t see a third figure, porn star Kristi Myst, sneak through the c rowd to the front at the left of Francine and then spray her full in the face with a aerosol. It was pepper spray and Francine dropped to her knees clawing at her face instantly.


Security was out by now as the match descending into chaos, Trish on her face a bloody mess and Francine on her knees frantically feeling at her face. As Security tended to the downed Beulah and ushered the interlopers in the crowd back the match was back in the melting pot. Francine was in a better state but couldn’t see and as she got up and tried to find her way over to Trish the crowd shouted for the blonde to get up. And she did, aghast at the sticky sensation across her head and the fact her hand came away bright red when she wiped it, she was nonetheless able to see Francine staggering towards her, apparently blinded. Trish didn’t know how or what had happened but certainly took advantage of it, waiting until Francine was nearer before delivering a hard20uppercut right between Francine’s legs!


The crowd made an “oooh” sound and Francine dropped to her knees winded and in pain. Trish caught sight of herself on the big screen and was amazed that her face was such a bloody mess and enraged she grabbed a steel chair from ringside and swung it overhead before smashing it down on Francine’s unprotected head. Francine toppled down and looked out before she hit the concrete but Trish still hit her prone body with at least six more chair shots as it lay on the floor before covering her and getting a three count.


THE WINNER in 3:17 is TRISH STRATUS.


In the aftermath Trish is helped to the back to be patched up, she’s dripping blood all the way to the back. Francine meantime, comes to and is informed that the Director for the porn video she is now going to have to participate in will be none other than Lizzy Borden and that Lizzy intends to see exactly how “Extreme” Francine can be. Francine is shocked everybody knows that Lizzy and her husband’s porn studio is the nastiest, most hardcore stuff in the business and the thought of starring in one of her films is a daunting, scary, horrific prospect.


To give both Trish and Sable time to recover before the final a series of films show on the big screen of previous bouts this promoter has put together in the past.


There’s the mud fight between Sensational Sherri and Miss Elizabeth which ended with the demure Elizabeth stark naked in the mud. There is also extended highlight clips of Missy Hyatt versus Medusa in a steel cage, a brutal match that saw Medusa very nearly end Missy’s life in that cage. The fans love the look backs and before they know it, it’s time for the main event!


1. Sable v. Trish – BARBED WIRE, STEEL CAGE – a blood bath of epic proportions. At finish Sable takes strand of wire and hangs Trish from the cage with it.


There is a sharp intake of breath from the fans when the cage descends to encircle the ring. The normal ring ropes had already been removed and replaced with three tight strands of viciously sharp looking barbed wire. The top of the cage is also surrounded by strand after strand of circled razor wire.


Sable was first to enter this fiendish contraption. She was in a new black, PVC catsuit and was not sporting too many visible injuries from before. She looked extremely confident and cocky as she stepped through the cage door though the close up sight of the barbed wire did send a shiver through her body. The crowd were hating Sable by this point in the evening and were not slow to shower her with boos, catcalls and abuse. Ever the show off she just shook her ass sexily at them as they continued the booing.


Trish Stratus makes her final entrance of the night to a rapturous ovation. She is limping, bandaged up and looks like absolute hell but she is still coming to the ring to try and prove her warrior spirit and win the massive prize money. She is back in her pink top and black trousers and as she tentatively steps into the cage the door is soundly closed and locked behind her and the final bell of the night is rung.


Ordinarily Trish would be the favourite with her being younger, fitter and stronger but over the course of tonight the Canadian has taken a hell of beating compared to Sable so all bet s are off!


The two blondes circled each other cautiously, hands out to spar away the others until they eventually locked up and they pushed hard against each other looking for an early advantage. Sable took the low road first to no great surprise, raising her knee and hitting Trish’s inside thigh. With her adrenaline pumping Trish ignored the blow, jumped up while still holding Sable’s hands and neatly monkey flipped her halfway across the ring, nearly into he barbed wire ropes. Sable scrambled away from them and got to her feet with Trish poised on the other side of the ring, smiling. They lock up again, Trish powering herself into a headlock on Sable, really grinding it in. it’s a slow start but after the night these two have had and the stakes here could it be anything different?


Things fire up a bit as Sable, rather than escape the hold, tried to run and push Trish into the dangerous ropes. At the last second Trish realised what she was doing and sunk to her knees to draw the brake son but it allowed Sable'’ head to pop free and be in prime position right behind Trish'’ back. And she knew it. On her knees also she gripped Trish’s hair and shoved her face towards the bottom, wire rope. Trish got her hands out and grabbed the rope, ignoring the pain as the barbs jabbed into both of her palms just concentrating on keeping it away from her face, which was just inches away. This struggle last a good forty seconds before Sable gave up, released her hold only to drive the point of her elbow onto the top of her opponents skull.


The blow stunned Trish and she momentarily lost her grip on the wire. Sable took advantage of the moment instantly, digging her fingers into the Canadian’s blonde hair and powering her patched up forehead right onto a barb and viciously dragging it along it several times. When Sable finally relented and released her opponents hair it was already turning from bright blonde to pink, Trish Status’s forehead cut had been re-opened and how! Her forehead was completely scarlet and her face was well on the way to matching it.


A camera zoomed right in on Trish’s face to fully capture the horror of her wounds and seeing the thin dribbles of blood dripping from her head certainly did that. It a lso captured the impact of her opponents next move which was to take a step back then deliver a full force kick with her right boot square into Trish’s jaw!


The crowd gasped as a tooth could be seen clearly flying from the Canadian model’s mouth and blood now start to stream from there too. Trish was pretty much out of it, her eyes nearly rolled up into her head so it was easy for Sable to stand over her and strip her stark naked, throwing Trish’s clothes over the top of the cage, her trousers getting caught in the wire at the top. Sable even had time for a celebratory grind dance over her opponent, she was confident of victory now, being nude in a barbed wire match was not a good thing at all. She casually reached down and pulled Trish to her knees by her blood soaked hair and flipped her into position for a Sable-bomb but just at the top of the cycle instinct kicked in for Trish hooked her thighs around Sable’s head20and turned her over in a hurancanrana type manoeuvre that flipped both of them, in a jumble, into the barbed wire ropes.


There was a loud clang as one of Sable’s legs hit the cage but after there was a hushed silence as both blondes lay, motionless in the deadly wire. Sable started to move first after about a half minute of immobility from both, her hair was caught in two barbs, her arm one and her leg onee too and as she tried to move her head she felt her hair start to come out at the scalp so she stopped. Trish was in a world of hurt but she could see Sable was tentative in her efforts and realised this might be her only chance to turn things around. She forced herself up and out of the wire, ignoring the rips across one buttock and her right boob as she forced her body apart from the wire to stand in the centre of the ring. The cuts just added to the crimson coating that covered Trish, in fact by now between the red mess her face and torso was in it was about fifty fifty if there was more skin with or without blood on Trish. She gritted her teeth and took in Sable’s position before stepping forward and delivering a hard, high kick to Sable’s exposed face. It was a good shot and knocked Sable even more into a barbed wire tangle.

Trish had the advantage now and she ignored her own condition to reach into the wire and pull Sable’s hair free of it, tearing out a couple of chunks right from the scalp complete with ear piercing scream from the former two time Playboy covergirl. Trish also managed to tug down Sable’s top to expose both her large plastic boobs and managed to rake a loose strand of wire across them twice before trying to wrap it around her left tit. That was a mistake as Trish had to lean her head down to do it and Sable, desperately, leaned forward and bit Trish’s cut forehead.


Trish screamed and pulled back but Sable’s teeth held on and tore thin slice of skin of Trish’s forehead, opening it up even more, the blood on her face almost blinding her now. Wiping the blood away Trish came again, grabbing Sable by her hair and literally dragging her opponent from the sharp wire and into the centre of the ring. Once there she dropped her with a DDT and slowly dropped to cover her. She got a two count before Sable forced her shoulder up. Trish had the ascendancy now but knew she couldn’t last long, not with the blood she was losing so she fell back on her wrestling experience. She stood side on to Sabel after dragging her to her feet, wrapped her arm around her head and ran for the rope to plant her feet on them then deliver a Stratusfaction bulldog. Only one problem for Trish was that she partly misjudged the jump and Sable gave her a lift and push once she was off her feet. It was enough to see Trish, rather than bounce off the barbed wire to go up then down straddling it!


What a bad landing for the bloody Canadian, a barb sticking right into her naked pussy. Trish howled while Sable took a moment to recover before punching Trish then climbing up the nearby corner to the turnbuckle, evil in mind. She was tottering precariously and if she slipped she could end up crotched like Trish but she got a good foothold before reaching down for Trish’s hair and pulling up on it. This lifted Trish up off the barb only for Sable to drop her down again, right on her naked cunt. Sable did this repeatedly until blood was coming from Trish’s inner thighs and she was now more crimson than any other colour. She was in a world of hurt. When her arm hurt Sable took a break and saw a loose stand of wire above her coming from the top of the cage. She carefully unwound it and found it would be long enough for what she had in mind.


Using all her strength and balance she managed to drag Trish up onto the corner beside her and as quickly as she could she wrapped the loose wire around Trish’s neck four times. The other end was connected to the top of the cage. Only now could everyone see the devilish plan Sable was about to unleash. Trish was nearly out of it but she was trying to get her fingers at the wire around her neck when Sable casually kicked Trish’s feet from under her and left her dangling from the wire, her feet about a foot short of the canvas, hanging from a barbed wire noose!


That was it for Trish and as the referee tried to help her by freeing her she managed to quit – Sable was the winner of the tournament! The ref was struggling to free Trish though and now she was bleeding from the neck as well Trish was covered head to toe in her own blood and by the time she was freed she collapsed to the canvas like a red sculpture.


Sable meantime was out of the cage and being given the briefcase with the prize money and couldn’t of cared less about her opponent or the crowd roundly booing her. She was the Winner!