The next televised match of the 2005 International All-Star Celebrity Wrestling Tournament comes from the Mandalay Bay Events Center, at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas. The sell-out crowd of 12,000 awaits the night's two matches. The first pits Shannon Elizabeth, the tournament’s #16 seed, against Natasha Henstridge seeded 17th. The next match, one-half hour after the conclusion of this one, will feature sectional top seed Jaime Pressly (4th out of 32 in the tournament field) against Faith Hill, the 29th seed. Pressly's number four seed sent this sectional to Las Vegas where she resides with a casino owner. The winners of the two first round matches will meet two nights from now in this same arena.

Also seated ringside, each on a separate side of the ring with her own entourage, are the other ladies in the sectional who will be fighting here tomorrow night; Jenny McCarthy, Charisma Carpenter, Anna Falchi and Denise Richards.

The spotlight shines on center-ring where the famous Michael Buffer calls out with his trademark spiel: "Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get ready to RUMBBBBLLLLLE!! Approaching the ring at this time, hailing from Newfoundland, Canada and standing an impressive 5' 10" tall....at 30 years of age she is the star of the "Species" films and the TV series "She Spies" let's hear it for Naaaa...taaaa....shaaa HENNNNNSS-triiidge!"

The pounding introductory strains of AC/DC's 'Live Wire' thunder from the sound system as Natasha enters the ring area looking stunningly beautiful and regal in a simple black one-piece swimsuit that looks like it was painted on. Taking long deliberate strides she wears an arrogant smile of confidence. A slight underdog in the match, her reputation is that she has a mean streak and if she gets the advantage, Shannon would be in a world of pain as in her previous matches Natasha has shown no mercy to her opponents. Many in the audience aren't clear why Shannon is rated higher, especially after seeing Natasha looking so cocky. But as the 16th and 17th seeds, they can't be ranked any closer - by definition it's theoretically as close to an even match as the tournament officials could set up, and the odds betting line reflects that at ‘even’.

Michael Buffer resumes his introductions with, "And now entering the arena from Houston, Texas; the popular actress best remembered for her iconic roles in the 'American Pie' films; standing in at 5'9"; all of 28 years old, she is the luscious Miss SHAAAAAAANONNNNN EEE-LIIIIIIZZ-a-beth!"

The sound system pumps out 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool as Shannon enters in a leopard-print bikini that leaves very little of her curvaceous body to the imagination, perfectly displaying her hourglass figure and sleek, slender waist. She slowly sashays into the arena, sultry and smiling, seductively blowing kisses to her fans; stopping every now and then to bend over and playfully rub her large breasts in the face of an excited fan. She continues her prolonged entrance routine, like some teasing dancer at one of the local Vegas strip clubs.

The buzz among the city's cabbies and valet parking attendants is that, the night before, Shannon and her fiancé went to one of the strip clubs and she got up on stage to dance, topless, then later gave her fiancé a lap dance like no one had ever seen - the kind if it were from a regular dancer would have cost someone 500 bucks in the VIP lounge of the club. But in actuality, the management would never have permitted one of their dancers to do THAT kind of lap dance anywhere on the premises due to legal concerns - but since Shannon was a celebrity customer and not an employee, they did nothing to stop it!

A few in the audience managed to tear their eyes from the incredibly hot, sexual performance to see how Henstridge was reacting to all this and they saw her standing in her corner, arms spread out over the ropes, one knee slightly bent, staring at her opponent with a stony expression and flat, dark eyes like a shark's.

Shannon climbed into the ring, and pranced around in her corner, arms raised high absorbing the wild cheers. The referee called them to the center to shake hands. As she approached the ring center, Shannon untied her bikini top and tossed it into the cheering audience.

Shaking Natasha's hand Shannon challenged her, "Will you do the same?"

Natasha sneeringly replied, "I'm not a cheap slut like you!"

Shannon just shrugged, smiled, turned to the audience said, "Well, I’ll just have to TAKE it off later!"

The crowd - by now firmly in Shannon’s corner - cheered wildly as the girls returned to their corners, then turned around to face each other as they waited for the bell and the match to began. DING! DING! DING!

They approach each other at center ring and Shannon grins, "Oh boy; it's wrasslin' time!" She lunges out and pulls Natasha into a tight side headlock. Shannon starts walking around the ring, pulling Natasha in the crook of her right arm and smashing Natasha's already flushed face into her right boob. "You like my boob?" Shannon asks.

For her reply, Natasha starts clawing Shannon's arm trying to pry it loose. Finally, Natasha realizes this crazy talk by her opponent is distracting her from proper wrestling technique and she stops clawing to lift Shannon up and over in a belly-to-back suplex. But just at that moment, Shannon releases the head lock and slips away. Natasha is determined to establish her control and psychological edge in this match and to let this ‘idiot’ know whose the boss, so she raises her arms for a test of strength.

"Oh I know this game," says Shannon. "I used to play it with the neighbor boys."

They entwine fingers and start pushing, each trying to overpower the other. Natasha rises up to her full height and begins pressing down but finds it tough going. Shannon is unyielding and in fact the slightly shorter Shannon begins to force Natasha's arms lower and lower. A sick feeling begins to enter Natasha's stomach as she realizes Shannon is stronger!. When her head is down almost to Shannon's chest, Shannon bends down and plants a big wet kiss on Natasha's mouth.

She angrily tears her hands away, spits out the taste of the kiss, and - eyes flashing with hatred - screams, "I'll kill you for that!" Then she swings and drives a solid punch right into Shannon's belly. It hits square in the center of Shannons stomach and, more surprised than hurt, she falls back a few steps before righting herself.

"Oh, I know THIS game!” Shannon cheerfully proclaims. “It's a belly-punching contest!" With that she unleashes a mighty punch that digs deep into Natasha's stomach and causes her to bend over in pain, her butt thrust out as she backpedals several steps in obvious pain. "Your turn!" Shannon calls out merrily.

With murder in her eyes, Natasha approaches, pulls back her fist and slams it with all her might into Shannon's stomach. But this time Shannon is expecting it and has braced her legs and tightened up her abs. She doesn't even make a step back.

"My turn!" Shannon says and Natasha fearfully stands there, letting Shannon draw back and blast another punch into her already reddening belly. Natasha doubles over moaning in pain, then slowly drops to one knee. "Your turn!" Shannon smirks cockily.

But Natasha holds up her hands, shaking her head and murmuring, "No...no more..."

"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you too much," Shannon says. "I'm wanting you to enjoy this as much as I am." She cocks her hip, plants her elbow on it and settles her chin in her palm as she pretends to think for a moment. "I KNOW…” she bubbles excitedly. “…something that would be even MORE fun for you!" She bends down and lifts Natasha onto her back and spins her around in an airplane spin. "Wheeeeeee….! I betcha THIS is FUN, right?"

Shannon ends the airplane spin by letting Natasha go in mid-whirl, sending her body pinwheeling across the ring where….by luck or design… Natasha's head slams full force into the corner ringpost, stunning her and leaving her crumpled in a heap on the canvas n a semi-conscious daze. Shannon runs over and drags Natasha back out into the middle of the ring, then she cartwheels back over to the corner, climbs to the third rope, poses prettily, then springs into the air and comes crashing down with her full weight onto Natasha's chest. Natasha's lower body painfully jackknifes upward as the crushing impact knocks every ounce of air from her lungs! Sitting up and swinging her legs around to straddle Natasha’s chest, Shannon leans forward and pins Natasha's limp arms in a classic schoolboy pin.

"Hooray! I've pinned ya!" she cries as she pumps her fist in the air. But then as the as the referee kneels to count, Shannon suddenly looks out into the crowd and shouts, "Say, Y’ALL AREN’T ready for this to end yet - ARE YA?"

"NO!" they roar in unison.

Shannon lifts the barely conscious Natasha’s shoulders off the mat just before the ref slaps his hand the third time. "Let's see, what should we do next? Ohhhhh…I know!" She slips her hands under Natasha's armpits and heaves her to her feet, holding her upright as Natasha’s knees buckle and she slumps against Shannon’s chest. "You need a big hug!"

Shannon wraps her arms tight around Natasha, who is only just beginning to catch her breath, trapping Natasha's arms at her sides; then she begins to squeeze. As Shannon’s surprisingly powerful arms constrict her body, Natasha throws back her head and moans in obvious pain.

"Something's not right," Shannon says. "Oh yes, of course; I know what!"

She releases her bear hug, then holding Natasha up with a handful of hair, she proceeds to peel the black one-piece swimsuit down Natasha’s limp, unresisting body. After pulling it out from under Natasha’s feet, even ordering the compliant Natasha to ‘lift up’ and step out of the suit one foot at a time, Shannon with a sweep of her arm, flings it out into the crowd where a scuffle ensues for the ‘prize.’ The audience gasps as they study in appreciative wonderment the now-naked but still magnificent body of the statuesque Canadian - which has been on the wrong end of what amounted to a surprisingly one-sided, and somewhat unorthodox, domination match.

"Now where were we? Ah yes, the hug!" Shannon says as she wraps her arms around Natasha again, clasping her hands just at the top of Natasha’s ass crack, pulling their two bodies tightly together. Shannon looks down and sees that her own large breasts have easily pushed back, flattened and then molded themselves around Natasha’s enveloping them completely. Showing off, Shannon lifts Natasha’s feet off the mat, then after giving her a final big squeeze, drops her back to her feet where Natasha wobbles slowly back and forth, her bare breasts rapidly rising and falling as her lungs struggle to replace the oxygen forced from them by Shannon’s ‘bare hug.’

"You know," Shannon muses thoughtfully. "That airplane spin was so much fun - I want you to give ME one. You're taller than me, so it should be great." Natasha, exhausted and still trying to catch her breath, shakes her head ‘no’ as she backs away. But Shannon grabs Natasha’s arm, takes her hand and pulls her stumbling over to the corner where she climbs to the top rope. "See, I'll even make it easy for you,” Shannon explains as the crowd scratches their heads in wonderment. “I'll get on your back myself; you won't even have to lift me."

Shannon eases herself down over Natasha's shoulders, crosses her legs across Natasha’s chest and tucks her feet under the Canadian beauty’s arms. Then she mutters, “Giddyup!” Natasha can only take one step before she falters, then collapses in a heap under the weight. "Well, she-yooot!" says the disappointed Shannon. "I guess you're all tuckered out and can't stand up much nomore - I’m sympathetic to you older women’s problems, so let's do something laying down."

She lays out Natasha's body on her back, surprisingly the fans note that Natasha’s nipples have grown hard and are erect on her up-turned breasts. Shannon gets down to the mat, laying beside her and scissors Natasha's legs with hers. She gathers up Natasha's unresisting arms, which along with the rest of her body are by now weak and useless, and holds them immobile using just her left hand over Natasha’s crossed wrists. Then Shannon leans over and plants an aggressive French kiss on Natasha, grinding her lips hard as she forces Natasha’s tongue back down her throat with her own. As she’s forcefully kissing her, Shannon’s free hand slowly reaches down between Natasha's legs, her spread fingers combing the neatly trimmed but dense growth of golden hairs.

"NO!" Natasha gasps. "Nuh…n…not like this….don't do this….don't humiliate me,” she whines.

"Silly girl. This isn’t to humiliate you…I'm just going to give you some pleasure," lies Shannon with a smirking leer.

Her right hand begins to slowly massage Natasha’s mound, her first and fourth fingers spreading the labia wide so her two middle fingers can easily slide into the opening created. As two fingers begin to stroke Natasha’s budding clitoris, Natasha briefly struggles to break free, but Shannon easily overpowers her with a firm squeeze on her pussy and another grinding, smothering French kiss that takes not only Natasha’s breath, but her will to resist..

As Shannon lifts her head from the kiss and continues her hand-work, she looks over to make eye contact with Denise Richards, seated a few feet away in the first row. Shannon gives her a big lewd wink, opens her mouth and licks her lips lasciviously. Denise is taken aback, but she blushes as she smiles self-consciously and nods ever-so-slightly

Despite her best attempts to hold back, her body can’t help itself and Natasha finally yields to the inevitable thanks to Shannon's highly skilled and well-practiced ministrations. As Natasha’s body nears the ‘breaking point’ she digs her feet into the mat, clenches her fists and arches her back, pressing her groin up against Shannon’s stroking fingers as she let's loose with a loud scream and a shuddering orgasm….her body shivers for a while, then she falls still, her breathing rapid and shallow as a brilliant red blush works its way slowly down her entire body from her cheeks.

"OK, you got yours! Now it's MY TURN!" Shannon says merrily as she rolls Natasha over onto her stomach and mounts Natasha's bottom, straddling it as she presses down on it with her own erogenous spot and begins to wildly hump the Canadian’s ass as she lays with her arms crossed under her head, her blushing face buried as she quietly sobs in abject humiliation. Shannon quickly achieves a screaming orgasm of her own, by which time Natasha has passed out from the whole ordeal.

"WOW! That was great!" Shannon proclaims, lifting Natasha’s head by the hair. "I need to do this more often! Oh...I see you've gone to sleep. OK, well, I guess I can pin you now."

Shannon flips Natasha's unyielding body onto its back, straddles her in a schoolboy pin, holding her hands pinned above her head, her breasts pressed to Natasha’s face as the ref completes the three-count ending the match. Of course, he could've counted to a hundred or a thousand and it wouldn’t have made any difference. Shannon leaps to her feet, looking even more refreshed than before the match as Michael Buffer re-enters the ring.

"The winner of the match - by pinfall - SHAAAAAAANONNNNN Eee- LIIIIIIZZzz-a-beth!!"

He raises her hand in victory, then Shannon walks over to Natasha, drags her up with her hands under her armpits and her fists clamped on Natasha’s defeated breasts, turns her around and drapes her limp body over her right shoulder in a fireman's carry. As she is carrying Natasha from the ring, she is met by the television crew and ESPN's fight analyst Al Bernstein.

"Shannon that was really something! First, uh..., do you need to put her down?" he asks, pointing to Natasha's ass which is pointed toward the camera.

Shannon grins, glances at Natasha’s pale cheeks and gives her ass a playful spank SMACK! "Oh, this old thing? Hell no, it’s OK. I’m taking this back to my dressing room to finish what I started out here."

"Um, yeah, well....uh," Al stammers, trying to get his train of thought back on track. "I, er, don't think any of us have seen a wrestling match QUITE like that before; very different! You, um, seemed to really be ENJOYING yourself...looks like you barely broke a sweat."

"Jeez Al," Shannon giggles. "I've been wrasslin' since I was a kid and it's basically still a kid's game. You gotta try an have some FUN with it."

Al nods, unsure where to go with his next question. "Most of us thought this match would be a lot closer, Shannon. How do you account for the ease with which you were able to put on such a one-sided domination of a woman normally considered to be rather formidable in Henstridge?"

Shannon just shrugged, "Dunno...maybe she shoulda relaxed a little more; not taken the whole thing so seriously - she might be wound a little too tight! But don’t feel too bad for her, I’m a gonna loosen ‘er up in just a few minutes!"

Al checks his notes, then asks, "Speaking of a few minutes, the next match will be in a few minutes between Jaime Pressly and Faith Hill; then you'll face the winner back here in this same ring in two nights. Any preference as to which you'd rather face."

"Oh I'd love to mix it up with either of them," she says, rubbing her hands gleefully. "For shur! Nope, no preference a'tall!"

"OK Shannon, guess I better let you....and Natasha there...get back to your dressing room. There you have it folks - stay tuned because in less than a half hour we'll have tonight's second match featuring the top sectional seed, actress Jaime Pressly against country singer Faith Hill!"

POSTSCRIPT:

After tossing Natasha's limp body on the couch in her dressing room one of Shannon's aides came bursting in and handed her a 'priority' e-mail she'd just printed out. It was from the Tournament Office and it explained she was being moved to a different sectional and directed her to take the next flight to Stockholm where, instead of facing the Pressly-Hill winner, she would now be going face to face with the winner of the Victoria Silvstedt-Sharon Stone match (which she was certain would be number one seed Victoria!)

Shannon's sunny disposition immediately soured. She didn't like it at all! She'd been looking forward to several more nights in Las Vegas, then grappling with either Jaime Pressly or Faith Hill. Now she was being told she'd have to face a long plane ride to Sweden, and after arriving with her body clock all out of whack and jet-lagged, she'd almost certainly face the local bully, Victoria Silvstedt. It didn't sound fun and it smacked of some political maneuvering on someone's part. She told her aide to get the Tournament Director on the phone.

"Mr. Chris? Shannon Elizabeth here! What's this bullshit about me going to Stockholm?" (Shannon listed to Mr. Chris; her aide could only hear Shannon's end of the conversation) After a few moments, she mutters, "Don't hand me that! What's the real reason?" (Another pause as she listened to Mr. Chris for a while). "You've gotta be kidding? This is Las Vegas for God's sake!" (She listened a while more to the Tournament Director before she spoke again). "Uh-huh. OK, well, I guess I'm going to Sweden then. Bye... and thanks for nothing!"

The aide asked "What was that all about?"

Shannon said, "Get this!. The FCC wants to get me and my next match out of the country and off the American airwaves. Even though this was Pay Per View, they're still all jittery after the 2004 Superbowl half-time show and the Janet Jackson's breast thing. They thought I went, as Mr. Chris delicately put it, "…a little too far…". Shifting to LA wasn't an option, and Rome wouldn't have me either. Sweden was the only country whose organizers didn't seem bothered by my style - plus it seems Queen Charlize Theron thought things were a bit too cool in Stockholm…or maybe Silvstedt was making them too hot. Whatever……."

Also it seems the blue-noses that run Clark County weren't thrilled by my visit to the strip club last night and now they have their own reasons for wanting to see me gone. Mr. Chris said either I accept the deal and head for Stockholm or they replace me with Cindy Crawford for God's sake! I got no choice, so look out Sweden; here I come!"