Kim raises the microphone and says, “Hey! Quiet down!” She waited a moment until the crowd noise settled down a little. “I want to welcome everyone to this Celebrity Tournament Consolation Match and I want to get us started by going ahead with the introductions.” After a smattering of applause, Kim continues, “First, this Southern babe was born in Kinston, North Carolina, she stands 5’5” tall and weighs 118 pounds. – folks, I can’t even remember when I weighed 118…” Kim interjected this as she is a big-boned 5’7” who probably weighs 20 pounds more than Jaime. “Here she is, JAIME ‘The Carolina Hellcat’ PRESSSSSSSSSLY!!”

As Marilyn Manson's “Beautiful People” blasts from the sound system, Jaime Pressly enters the arena. The toned, golden-haired actress wears a white bikini as she strides toward the ring, her sultry face unsmiling – all business. Walking a few steps behind her is actress Brittany Daniel, Jaime’s second for the match. Brittany wears a silk halter-top and tight-fitting designer blue-jeans. As fit as Jaime - if not more so - Brittany’s bare midriff displays a rippling six-pack of well-toned abs. In the ring, Jaime does some exercises, stretching her legs, looking every inch the professional gymnast she was for many years.

Kim Director continues. “Introducing next, her opponent, standing 5’8” tall, weighing 128 pounds, the woman against whom ‘Resistance is Futile’ the former Miss Illinois herself, JERRRRRI RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

To her theme music of AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck,” the shapely blonde enters wearing a bikini of a metallic-silver color. Her world-famous breasts never better as they fill her bikini top to overflowing. Jeri wears a coy smile of confidence as she’s followed to the ring by actress Paula Trickey, her second this evening.

The fight between these two superstars of the ring has been eagerly anticipated. Both blonde, Jeri is clearly bigger than Jaime in every sense – height, weight, certainly bust (Jeri’s 36D’s dwarf Jaime’s size 35C’s). But having said that, nearly all of Jaime’s victories, most of them one-sided, have come against opponents taller and heavier than her. One clear difference between the two: Jeri is fully nine years older than Jaime. That is a fairly significant age difference. On the one hand, it could benefit the younger fighter, especially in a grueling 3 of 5 fall match. On the other hand, Jeri has that much more ring experience and savvy than Jaime. At the end of the day, the oddsmakers decided it was an even-up affair – there is no favorite.

In the tournament Jeri defeated Jamie Luner easily, then Britney Spears with difficulty, followed by a hard-fought upset win over Monica Bellucci – some call it a “lucky” victory. Meanwhile, Jaime enjoyed one-sided domination matches against Faith Hill and Neve Campbell, then surprised many when she bested Charlize Theron. Of course, both had lost their recent outings in the semifinals. To get their confidence back, both had picked fights with a famous celebrity to prove to themselves – and, with the inevitable resulting publicity, to demonstrate to their opponent of tonight that they hadn’t lost their touch.

Jaime provoked a catfight with Jennifer Garner at a health spa and viciously took apart the “Alias” star in shockingly dominating style. Jeri had set her sights somewhat lower, starting a catfight with Julia Roberts at a dance club and then making mincemeat of the Oscar winner (who many say has a deserved reputation of “not being a fighter”). Jeri brutally destroyed the overmatched actress, showing Julia no mercy. While the one-sided wins helped put both Jaime and Jeri in better spirits, neither had the hoped-for intimidation impact on the other they’d wanted.

But back to the fight. Mistress of Ceremonies Kim Director resumes speaking. “Tonight’s referee is the lovely actress Dina Meyer!” Applause and wolf whistles emanate from the audience. “Dina, explain the rules,” Kim snapped as she handed Dina the microphone and quickly left the ring.

The sexy, athletic Dina is another actress that the audience wouldn’t mind seeing in a celebrity fight some day. Dina informs the audience, “This is a three out of five fall match. One of the falls must be by knockout, another by submission and a third by forcing an orgasm on you opponent. They can be in any order, but the match doesn’t end until one of you wins three such falls. Only then will I declare a winner. Now, let the fun begin!”

DING! DING! DING!

As the two women emerge from their corners and begin circling, Jeri starts the insults, “On that TV show you play trailer trash with amazing skill. Gee, I wonder how you could have learned to do that so well?”

Unfazed, Jaime replied, “Keep up the talking grandma, it gives me that much more of a publicly-acceptable excuse to beat you to a pulp.”

She runs full speed to the ropes on her right, throws her back into them to bend them out and then springboards back out like a bullet so that, as soon as Jeri turned toward her, an airborne Jaime nailed her with a devastating clothesline that hit with such force that Jeri’s body did a complete flip and landed hard to the mat, stomach down.

Jaime then loped to the nearest turnbuckle and bounded to the top rope. She turned around and dove down administering a double-fisted ax-handle to Jeri’s upper back area just as Jeri was trying to raise herself off the mat. The move sent the taller blonde crashing back down to her stomach.

Though it felt like a roof-beam had collapsed onto her, the tough Jeri fought to regain her breath and her focus, and she managed to raise herself onto hands and knees again only to be greeted by Jaime diving from the top rope again, jumping high in the air, and coming down with elbow cocked, slamming the point of the elbow between Jeri’s shoulder blades. The flying elbow drop sent Jeri crashing down to the mat again, crying out from the severe stabbing pain in her back.

After this second blow from the top rope, Jeri could only just lay there on her stomach moaning in agony, unable to even try to raise herself up.

Jaime sauntered over to her downed opponent. She hopped into the air and came down with both knees onto Jeri’s already-brutalized back. Then she stood and positioned herself looking down on Jeri’s head, and dragged her up by her hair, placing the taller blonde’s head between her strong gymnast’s thighs. Jaime reached out and wrapped her arms around Jeri’s middle and hoisted her high into the air before powerbombing her victim to the mat. Jeri’s body impacted with a big THUD and then she simply lay on her back staring upward, wiped out, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The Carolina Hellcat came to Jeri’s side and knelt next to her, reached to her side and grabbed both of Jeri’s ankles. Encountering no resistance, Jaime folded the tall blond into a tight matchbook then laid her own body across the back of Jeri’s knees. Jaime’s weight forced the two halves of Jeri’s body to be squeezed tight against each other, which at the same time, rolled Jeri’s ass up off of the mat. Grinning, Jaime reached over with one hand and plunged it roughly down into Jeri’s bikini bottom.

Jaime had made it clear in her pre-match comments that she didn’t like the requirement that a fall had to be by forcing an orgasm on the opponent, repeating several times she was only interested in “crippling” her opponents and “breaking their spirit” and that to give any opponent sexual stimulation or pleasure was alien to The Carolina Hellcat’s preference.

But once she realized she wasn’t going to convince organizers to drop the requirement, she decided to get the pointless exercise out of the way right at the start so she could then enjoy herself for the rest of the match by taking Jeri Ryan apart, bit by bit and piece by piece. So Jaime began to slowly finger Jeri’s womanhood.

To get better access, she stopped and pulled Jeri’s bikini bottom down over her thighs, then with skillful efficiency - one born of months of practice on several partners including Brittany, Jaime expertly manipulated Jeri’s responsive clitoris. Jeri – feeling beaten-up and exhausted – had no willpower to resist the incredibly pleasurable sensation and her nervous system automatically pumped into her brain. Soon, despite her attempts to resist, her body began to respond to Jaime’s firm, insistent, ministrations, and the pre-orgasmic stiffening of her muscles began.

Jaime, still stretched crosswise over Jeri’s matchbooked legs, felt Jeri’s body tense and continued her erotic manipulation with one hand while she clamped the other flat over Jeri’s mouth and nostrils, pressing down firmly to completely cut off her air supply - a very effective version of “erotic asphyxiation.”

Jaime sighed and told Jeri, “I’ve heard suffocation can intensify the climax. You be sure and tell me if that’s true.”

Jeri’s eyes widened in panic and muffled sounds could be heard under Jaime’s hand. Jaime enjoyed seeing this display of Jeri’s fear. She slightly increased the tempo of her fingering of Jeri, and soon Jeri’s body inevitably exploded into the unwanted orgasm. Jaime immediately got up and referee Dina Meyer came over to check on Jeri by plunging her fingers into the gaping hole Jaime’s bunched fingers had created.

After studying the sticky residue on her fingertips, Dina grinned and announced, “The winner of the first fall, by orgasm, JAIME PRESSLY!”

Jaime didn’t know what brain-dead promoter thought up the forced orgasm scheme, probably that asshole Mr. Chris, but she was glad it was over and done with. Now she could have some REAL fun. She went to her corner and sat on a stool provided by Brittany Daniel to sip from her bottled water. Jaime actually looked fresh as a daisy without a hair out of place. She hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Unfortunately for Jeri Ryan, the same wasn’t true of her! With hair bedraggled, a tear-streaked face and aching back, not to mention the shame of a forced climax – she was physically and psychologically drained. For a woman of her sterling record of achievement in celebrity fights to be one-sidedly destroyed and sexually humiliated in just a few minutes - not to mention it being by a bantamweight like Jaime Pressly - was unheard of.

But Jeri’s second, Paula Trickey, was an accomplished celebrity fighter herself in addition to being one of the best ‘cornermen’ in the business. She went to work righting the ship, ministering to both Jeri’s physical and psychological needs as she expertly massaged Jeri’s back to ease her pain. And she could be seen speaking at length in Jeri’s ear providing advice and trying to minimize the psychological damage done.

The ref, Dina Meyer, approached to check on Jeri’s status. “Can she continue, Paula? I gotta start the second fall.”

“Just have a few minutes more?” Paula begged. “She’s pretty banged up.”

“Well,” Dina replied, “I really can’t…..”

But Dina was interrupted by Jaime who shouted from her stool, “Go ahead, ref, give the old lady a little extra. Let’s face it, you could give her two hours extra rest and it wouldn’t make a bit of difference in what’s going to happen.”

A little extra time is granted, and in a few moments Paula tellsJeri, “You know what you have to do; go do it!” And Dina calls for the bell to begin the second fall.

DING! DING! DING!

Jaime picks up right where she left off as she runs toward Jeri and then launches into a flying drop kick to Jeri’s boobs that slams Jeri back into her corner. Jaime approaches her stunned victim and rips off Jeri’s bikini top. As Jaime examines Jeri’s glorious bare boobs, she muses out loud, “Hmm, a little bruised, but they can withstand more, I think I’ll --- AAAAGH!!!”

Jaime let out a shriek when Jeri slammed her knee into the Hellcat’s cunt. The overly-cocky Jaime grabbed her pussy, her eyes growing wide from the shock and her mouth gaping. Jeri followed up with a vicious eye rake across Jaime’s eyes that caused the smaller woman to stumble back, screaming again. Then Jeri raised a leg and propelled a kick square into Jaime’s rock hard abs that propelled the feisty blonde off her feet and sent her sprawling halfway across the ring.

Jeri was seething with fury, with only one thought on her mind: Payback. Big time! She said in a quiet, but frightening tone of voice, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you up REAL bad!”

Jeri reached down, grabbed Jaime’s white bikini top and began to pull her upright with it but the fabric ripped and Jaime’s top came away in Jeri’s hand as Jaime fell backward to the mat. Jeri looked down at Jaime’s bared breasts and experienced a moment of surprise…they were bigger and rounder than Jeri had expected - and although, nowhere close to the size of Jeri’s own, still an image of “tit-ular” perfection.

Whether out of jealousy or simply a desire to dole out pain, Jeri raises a leg and stomps down on Jaime’s chest, squashing the lovely tit-tissue flat underfoot. Jeri lifts her foot and stomps again, then gives several more stomps to Jaime’s breasts as she is unable to roll away. Then Jeri drops both knees onto Jaime’s taut belly which makes Jaime’s body spasmodically jackknife upward with her feet and shoulders. Jeri straddled Jaime’s stomach, then began raining punches down onto the smaller blondes face. Jaime tried to ward them off, but Jeri landed a good ten punches to her face before Jeri paused to survey the damage.

Although Jaime really felt the blows, and had her bell rung, she pretended to be undaunted and told Jeri, “Is that the best you can do? I know 10-year-olds who hit harder than you.”

Her sassy talk earned Jaime a rough slap on the cheek as Jeri snarled, “You haven’t BEGUN to see what I’m gonna do to you!” She scooted up to Jaime’s neck where she squeezed the young blonde’s head tight between her strong thighs. Then Jeri put her hands on her hips and just glared down at Jaime’s slowly reddening face as she crushed her. The constriction was having its effect as Jaime grimaced as her body twisted and squirmed trying to escape. Jeri grabbed Jaime’s hair in one hand while she used the other to pinch her nose shut while covering her mouth with her palm.

“Let’s see how YOU like this,” laughed Jeri. “Does it increase the pleasure of getting your ass kicked?”

As Jaime struggled to breathe, she thrashed and kicked up with her legs. Jeri had scooted so far forward the limber Jaime was able to bring her legs up and wrap them around Jeri’s neck. With a quick thrust, she used her strong legs to flip the big blonde off of her.

Jaime got to her feet first and, before Jeri was fully upright and pulled her into a side headlock. The Carolina Hellcat made her bent-over opponent follow her around the ring while holding her trapped in the headlock. Jaime paused several times in her circuit to crank up the pressure but even more important, the headlock gave her time to rest and recover after the punishment Jeri had meted out.

Not until she felt re-energized and ready to go on to a different move did the smaller blonde toss Jeri over her hip to the mat. She got down beside Jeri and slid her right leg under Jeri’s back, then swung her left leg over Jeri and locked her ankles to complete the body scissors. Though they weren’t ‘thunder thighs’ like Beyonce or Ashley Judd, Jaime’s thighs are far more powerful than one would think thanks to years of gymnastics. The taut muscles of her thighs expanded as she applied crushing force to Jeri’s waist and soon Star Trek’s ‘Lucky Number Seven’ was having trouble breathing.

Every time Jeri exhaled, Jaime tightened the scissors a little more. Jeri struggled mightily to escape the vise-like grip lest she slip into unconsciousness and lose a second fall. Unable to budge Jaime’s legs, Jeri resorted to using her fingernails to rake and claw Jaime’s thighs. At first Jaime ignored the scratches, but Jeri’s fingernails - fueled by desperation - soon drew blood and furrowed divots of flesh from Jaime’s skin.

The tough young blonde had no choice but to release the scissors. She had been straining her legs so hard, at first she wasn’t able to get up from the mat - certainly not as quickly as Jeri who got up first, in rough shape and sucking in deep breaths while massaging and stretching her stomach and back.

Jeri set upon Jaime even before she had risen to her feet, smashing a right cross to the top of her head, then a sharp left uppercut that straightened out Jaime to her full height, followed by an overhand right that went crashing down into Jaime and lastly another huge right uppercut that nearly KO’d her. Jaime’s legs to gave out as she collapsed forward into Jeri’s arms as Jeri wrapped her arms around under Jaime’s, clamping them tightly about the smaller woman’s waist.

“The bear hug is one of my main finishing moves – I wasn’t planning on using it just now, but you ‘fell into it’ so to speak.” Jeri frowned maliciously as she gave a mighty squeeze that caused Jaime to gasp in pain.

As Jeri attempts to crush Jaime’s ribcage, both women look down between then and Jaime’s heart sinks as she watches Jeri’s bigger breasts slowly pushing hers back and flattening them against her chest. But Jaime’s arms are free and like a wildcat she starts swinging and clawing Jeri’s head. Jeri dodges, bobbing her head, but many land and she has to release her bearhug, raising her arms up and spreading them, then slamming them together once more - only this time she has Jaime’s arms pinned against her sides. Jeri lets out a roar as she tightens her grip, crushing her slender foe in her powerful embrace.

Jaime is wildly wriggling like an eel in Jeri’s grip, slowly squirming down until Jeri’s bearhug only controls her upper arms. Now with most of her arms freed, Jaime reaches out and takes Jeri in a bearhug of her own. In mutual bearhugs, Jaime constricts her sinewy arms with as much crushing force as she can bring and Jeri lets out a gasp.

“God, this bitch is strong,” Jeri thinks as it feels like steel cables are tightening around her.

But Jeri also continues to pour on the pressure and Jaime’s face grimaces in pain as she feels as squeezed as Jeri. The mutual bear hug is maintained a long time as they struggle. But Jaime’s bearhug is lower than Jeri’s and she is able to bend her knees and, with an audible grunt, lifts Jeri off her feet in spite of the three-inch height difference. The blonde hellcat squeezes with renewed vigor and Jeri cries out and has to release her own bearhug. Jeri begins swinging her fists at the hateful face of her tormentress, compelling Jaime to relinquish her own hug. She roughly throws Jeri to the mat and retreats a few steps, her chest heaving and rubbing her ribs.

Jeri is psychologically confused by this turn of events as she considers herself one of the best bearhuggers around and had assumed one advantage she had in the match was her superior upper body strength. “Did Jaime Pressly just out bearhug me?” Doubts began to enter her mind.

But the astute Paula Trickey noticed and shouted to her, “You ARE stronger! She just had better position, that’s all.”

This sounded convincing to Jeri, and eased her mind, but Jaime also heard Paula’s encouragement and sensed an opportunity to really crush Jeri’s ego, the Carolina Hellcat raises her arms, inviting Jeri to a test of strength, “Let’s see how strong you really are…grandma!”

To Jeri, a beautiful sex-goddess in her mid-thirties, the “grandma” remarks are starting to get irritating, additional motivation to break Jaime in half. So Jeri lifts her hands and the two blondes intertwine fingers as they begin the test of strength. Jaime and Jeri pour all their considerable power into the contest. Jeri’s jaw is set in grim determination, Jaime tries to maintain a cocky smile, but it’s obvious the smaller blonde is sweating and straining as much if not more than Jeri. For about ten seconds neither is able to move the other’s arms, then Jeri’s arms begin to tremble as Jaime begins to slowly power her arms down.

Jaime smirks, “Looks like I really AM stronger.”

Jeri resists with all her might and Paula calls out, “Come on Jer, you can beat the bitch. You know you’re stronger!”

Jeri gets a surge of adrenaline and begins to push back against Jaime, bowing her back and putting her whole body into the effort. The cocky smile abruptly vanishes from Jaime’s lips as her arms are slowly pushed back up to the starting point. Then Jeri raises to her full height as she begins to win the test of strength, forcing Jaime’s arms down until the smaller blonde’s knees begin to buckle.

Just as Jeri starts to smile at her victory, Jaime drops on her ass, thrusts her feet up and drives them into Jeri’s midriff as she monkey flips the tall blonde. Jeri, her hands still held by Jaime, crashes to the mat flat on her back, unable to break her fall. Jaime springs up and shakes her arms at her sides while Jeri lies supine, the breath temporarily knocked out of her. Jaime grabs Jeri’s hair, hauls her up and pulls her into a front headlock. With Jeri bent over in front of her, Jaime drives a kneelift into her hulking chest that lifts Jeri’s feet off the mat. After two more hard kneelifts, Jaime again falls backward, this time brutally DDTing Jeri’s skull into the mat.

Jeri is nearly knocked out by the DDT but Jaime yanks her up off the mat again, draws back her fist and WHAM pounds a brutal uppercut to Jeri’s jaw that unhinges the big blonde’s legs and Jeri’s body swoons forward into Jaime’s waiting arms. The Hellcat dumped a dazed Jeri over her shoulder in a Fireman’s Carry, then walked to the corner turnbuckle where she climbed to the top rope with Jeri still dangling over her shoulder. Once her feet were firmly planted in the top turnbuckle, Jaime slid Jeri off her shoulder, held her across her chest in front of her as if for a sidebreaker – with one arm wrapped around Jeri’s thighs and the other under her shoulders with Jeri’s back to Jaime and her face to the audience. Jaime was also facing out toward the audience as she stood holding Jeri.

Everyone was puzzled as to what she’d do next and Brittany Daniel yells out, “Jaime, you don’t need to do this, you’ve got her beat anyway!”

If Jaime heard Brittany she ignored her advice because she bent her knees, closed her eyes tight in concentration, took a deep breath…then leaped into the air holding Jeri in her grasp. Jaime made an arcing backflip and began plummeting down to the mat with Jeri’s body in front of her. They hit the mat with a tremendous impact that shook the ring to its foundations. Both bodies bounced a foot into the air, then came to rest in a small cloud of rosin dust!

The crowd is going wild in shocked admiration for the incredible move, with “Holy Shit!” and “Good Lord!” being the most frequently heard comments.

Both women lay still for several seconds, Jaime on top of Jeri who was flattened facedown on the mat between Jaime’s hardbody and the canvas. Then Jaime slowly gets up on wobbly legs with a dazed look on her face. Referee Dina Meyer quickly checks on Jeri and finds her completely unconscious. She immediately waves the fall to an end.

“The second fall is won by Jaime Pressly, by knockout! She leads the match two falls to none!”

As Jaime returns on shaky feet to her corner, Paula Trickey rushes out to Jeri. She doesn’t even bother trying to get Jeri back to her corner, she simply ministers to her needs right there at center ring. Miraculously the well-conditioned Ryan shows no signs of broken bones and her only marks are the bruises on her face, chest and knees. Jeri finally begins to rouse herself from her unconscious state, moaning in pain as Paula carefully helps her up and guides her somewhat unsteadily back to her corner.

Meanwhile, Jaime has collapsed on her stool where Brittany scolds her, “Look at you! That move took a hell of a lot out of you! What were you thinking?”

“I pulled it off, didn’t I?” the visibly drained Jaime sighs.

“Yes, but at what cost?” asks Brittany. “Ryan is no Jennifer Walcott,” Brittany says, referring to the match some months before between Jaime and the strong little Playmate. It was a wild back and forth affair and whenever Jaime got an advantage she was never able to pin, knockout or gain a submission from the feisty athletic brunette. It was then that Jaime resorted to the Moonsault Slam, the only other time she’d used the move until now. But Brittany’s point was that Jeri is much bigger than the 105-pound Jennifer Walcott and it took a lot more strength and effort to do the maneuver.

Brittany continues, “You don’t need to prove anything. Ryan knows how strong and tough you are by now. You have to pace yourself.”

But Jaime is only partly listening. “Just one more fall. And this one’ll be my favorite, ‘cuz I get to make this fat-titted bitch cry out her submission.”

Paula has Jeri in her corner and sitting on her stool and Jeri mumbles, “So, coach, how’re we doing?”

Paul replies in a chirpy, upbeat manner, “Well, we’re down two to nothin’ and she’s proved she can stand up to you and then some. Right now you do need to rally from that devastating Moonsault Slam…but, hey, other than that, things are great!”

Jeri turned to her and stared at Paula with cynical incredulity, “Reminds me of the old gag, ‘Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?’”

“Oh c’mon now Jer, you’ve come out on top in worse situations than this. Why, just a few weeks back Monica Bellucci was kicking your ass, then you turned the tables and beat her handily.”

Staring vacantly ahead, Jeri quietly says, “Some said that was a lucky break.”

Paula shook her head adamently, “Hey, you MAKE your luck!”

“Yeah, yeah, OK,” Jeri says. The veteran warrior rotates her neck and hunches her shoulders, “At least I think I can go out there and keep this thing going.”

“That’s the spirit!” says Paula.

DING! DING! DING!

The two women leave their corners for the third fall and each looks like she hasn’t fully recovered from the hard impact that ended the last fall as they lean into a collar and elbow lock-up. In desultory fashion they push each other around like a rugby scrum and each makes a few meek attempts to kneelift the other, but each time their foe swerved to block the moves. The audience begins booing and shouting for some action.

Jaime falls back to attempt another Monkey Flip Jeri, but the maneuver goes awry and Jeri ends up falling on top of Jaime. Taking advantage of her good fortune, Jeri straddles Jaime’s torso and plunges her talons into the bare breasts of the smaller blonde. Jaime lets out a screech like a wounded catamount and grabs Jeri’s wrists to pry them away as she twists and bucks her lithe body desperately seeking escape. With an evil sneer, Jeri clamps down and twists the tit-flesh in a crushing grip as if she’s trying to burst the inner glands.

Jaime frantically tries to pull Jeri’s hands off of her tortured tits but it’s impossible. Suddenly, Jeri wrenches her hands from the mangled breasts and grabs the smaller woman’s arms, jamming them down and pinning them with her knees. With unimpeded access to Jaime’s breasts - Jeri begins to hammer them with rapid, pistoning fist punches and Jaime cries out with each SPLAT as her body involuntarily bounces and shakes under the pummeling blows.

“Shut up, you!” yells Jeri. WHACK she slugs Jaime right in the jaw. Jeri pauses to admire her handiwork as she gazes at Jaime’s brutalized boobs. Jaime is delirious with pain when Jeri extends herself full length on top of Jaime’s nubile body, using her long legs to Grapevine’s the smaller woman’s. Jeri pins Jaime’s wrists to the mat above her head, then the busty big blond Borg lady lowers her amazing breasts down until they cover Jaime’s nose and mouth, pressing firmly down – hard enough to keep Jaime from biting and definitely hard enough to smother her!

Jeri mocks, “Take a look at some REAL breasts you flat-chested, trailer trash tramp.”

Jaime wriggles and squirms with strength born of desperation and against all odds is able to push upward with her arms just enough to get some breathing space. She sucks in the life-giving oxygen and then instantly bites down, sinking her teeth in the inviting breast tissue! Jeri lets out a shrill scream as she jumps up off the blonde wildcat, her hands massaging her bitten breasts.

But Jaime is in a world of pain. Her chest feels like it’s on fire, but she‘s is one of the grittiest fighters on the circuit and without missing a beat she pivots on one foot and snaps a powerful savate kick straight into Jeri’s womanhood. Jeri lets out a shriek and gasps, “Oh my god in heaven!” as she collapses to her knees.

Jaime follows up with a rising kick to the tip of Jeri’s chin that sends the bigger woman flailing over backward. She wearily approaches Jeri and hairhauls up, then punches Jeri in the face with a right so powerful she goes spinning around and falles facefirst into the ropes. Jaime grabs Jeri’s wrist, pulls her out of the ropes and Irish Whips across the ring to the opposite ropes. As Jeri comes stumbling off them back into the middle of the ring Jaime catches her and lifts her up to bodyslam her. WHAM! Jeri moans as she writhes holding her back with both hands. Jeri struggles to rise, to find Jaime has climbed to the third rope while she was down. Now, Jaime comes flying through the air with her arm crooked, planting a “Shooting Star” elbow drop right between Jeri’s hulking hooters! Jeri’s eyes bug out as she gasps and sits down hard, almost losing consciousness as she rolls onto her back with her knees drawn up to her throbbing chest.

“We can’t have you knocked out!” lectures Jaime. “This is your submission fall, remember?”

Once more she drags Jeri up and whips her into the ropes. This time Jaime athletically leaps in the air to bring Jeri down with a Hurricanrana as she wraps her legs over Jeri’s shoulders and around her neck. But something goes wrong! Instead of bringing the taller blonde crashing down to the mat, Jeri grabs Jaime’s body, lifts her up in a sitting position on her shoulder, then backs into a corner and sits backward, smashing Jaime’s face on the top turnbuckle - the old Overhead Facefirst Powerbomb onto the turnbuckle! Jeri rises while at her feet Jaime is moaning and slowly rolling around on the mat; checking her face to ensure that move hadn ‘t obliterated them. Jeri bends down, grabs Jaime under her armpits and lifts her to prop her up in the corner.

Jeri raises her fists and with an evil smile says, “Put up your dukes!”

Still-dazed, Jaime instinctively but weakly raises her hands to defend herself. What happens next is ugly - at least for Jaime’s fans - as Jeri proceeds to use her fists to brutally and systematically punch the hell out of the petite blonde. She begins at the bottom, slamming four hard right-left combinations to soften up Jaime’s taut abdomen. Then she snaps three rapid-fire left jabs to Jaime’s face, followed by a big right cross that spins Jaime completely around.

After Jaime slumps facefirst into the ropes with her arms draped over the top strand and her back to the bigger blonde, Jaime’s back and kidneys are subjected to a vicious pummeling by the evil Star Trek star as Jeri pounds at least ten consecutive blows to Jaime’s vulnerable back area. In a sight rarely seen in celebrity circles, Jaime begins crying as her body slowly slides down and collapses on the mat.

“Get up! I’m not finished with you!” snarls Jeri as she drags Jaime up by the hair with her left hand and smashed her right fist repeatedly into the unprotected face of the Carolina Hellcat.

Jaime’s legs buckled but Jeri shoved her left arm under Jaime’s right armpit to hold her up as she began smashing powerful right hands into Jaime’s now softened up belly. The audience counted aloud as Jeri reeled off 12 savage punches, leaving Jaime’s proud belly black and blue. It was all Jaime could do to keep from vomiting and drool was streaming from her gaping mouth when Jeri stepped back and let her collapse in a broken heap. It was all Jaime could do to hang onto consciousness as she attempted to move.

The cruel, older blonde kicked Jaime, knocking her flat on her stomach, then Jeri hopped down, slamming her right knee down onto Jaime’s spine. The smaller blonde let our a croak of agony as Jeri, keeping her knee in Jaime’s back, leaned way forward and reached her right arm around the front of Jaime’s head from the left using the back of her upper right arm to trap Jaime’s head in a headlock associated with the Dragon Sleeper.

But Jeri wasn’t interested in putting Jaime to sleep; she wanted to cripple her. So she used the Dragon Sleeper Headlock to pull back on Jaime’s head and neck – while pressuring her knee in Jaime’s back – showing every intention of snapping Jaime’s backbone like a toothpick. Jaime struggled as much as she could and it was quite a sight!

Jeri Ryan, her right knee planted firmly in the middle of Jaime Pressly’s back, her left leg bent with her foot flat on the floor to push for leverage and her strong right arm hauling back on Jaime until the smaller blonde’s face – pulled back behind Jeri’s armpit – was looking straight up at the ceiling. As Jaime squirmed, it looked like Jeri was wrestling an alligator.

There was a maniacal look in Jeri’s eyes as she yanked back with the hold. Finding escape impossible, and knowing that Ryan was just nuts enough to actually kill her, Jaime gasped, “I submit!” So absorbed was Jeri with the near-orgasmic pleasure of breaking Pressly, that what she said didn’t immediately register. Jeri had almost forgotten this was a match with falls, etc., and she continued to pull on Jaime’s head and shoulders. Jaime cried louder, “I SUBMIT!!” and this time Jeri understand - but she just smiled evilly and kept bending the smaller woman’s spine to an impossible angle.

Finally, referee Dina Meyer screamed, “SHE SUBMITTED, GET OFF HER!”

“Fuck off, ref!” growls Jeri as she continues to increase the pressure. Jaime is screaming in terrified agony.

“God damn you!” shouts Dina, “I said get OFF!” Dina grabs Jeri, yanks her off of Jaime and flings the busty blonde to the mat.

In a rage, Jeri gets in Dina’s face, “I’ll KILL you if you ever do that again!”

“I’ll do WHAT I want to you, WHEN I want!” responds referee Meyer.

“Fine, you just made my list,” threatens Jeri.

“I’d knock you six ways from Sunday if you ever try anything with me, you fucking pansy-ass punk!” says the athletic Dina Meyer who is an inch shorter than Ryan but several pounds heavier. It looks like they’re about to go at it when Paula Trickey rushes into the ring. Physically bigger than either, Paula wedges herself between them facing Jeri and firmly pushes her partner back to her corner. As Jeri continue to glare at her long distance, Dina raises the mic and says, “Winner of the third fall by submission…Jeri Ryan. With three falls needed to win, the match stands two to one in favor of Pressly!”

During the fracas between Jeri and the ref, Brittany Daniel had gone out to get Jaime and gingerly lifted her, then carried her to their corner, seating Jaime on her stool. Across the ring, Paula massages Jeri’s back as she sits in her corner staring at Jaime and Brittany.

“Hey Pressly!” Jeri yells out. “I’ll give you some extra time before the next fall, it looks like you need it.”

Brittany Daniel yells back, “Fuck you Ryan! She doesn’t need extra time…and she’s not done kicking your ass!”

Jeri laughs in genuine amusement but Paula Trickey tells her, “Jeri, keep your eye on the ball here, you’re still down two falls to one; don’t get cocky.”

But Jeri confidently tells her partner, “Her ass is grass. Look at her; she’s got nothing left in the tank. It’s time for me to have some fun with the little bitch before putting her away.”

DING! DING! DING!

When the bell rings to start the fourth fall, Jeri strides confidently to the center of the ring, spreads her legs, plants her feet firmly and stands at her full height with hands on her hips as she squares her shoulders and takes a big breath, then brazenly thrusts forward her impressively huge, naked breasts. Jeri is glaring down at Jaime in an intimidating, powerful posture as Jaime shuffles slowly out of her corner. She approaches Jeri with a wary, almost scared, look in her eye while Jeri wears an evil smirk; chuckling and shaking her head in pity.

But then Jaime suddenly pivots on her left foot and with her right leg unleashes a savage kick with dead-on accuracy right into Jeri’s cunt. Jeri’s eyes immediately pop wide as saucers, her mouth gaping in a silent scream as she clutches both hands to her womanhood and slowly sinks to her knees. Jaime places both hands onto Jeri’s head, then WHAM, slams it down hard into her fast-rising knee.

“Aahhhgh…” Jeri cries as her body goes flying backward from the powerful kneelift.

The Carolina Hellcat approaches her downed foe with grim determination, grabs Jeri’s ankles, lifts her legs and spreads them and proceeds to stomp the already aching cunt of the taller blonde. The crowd chants, “One…two…three…four…” as each stomp brings a sob of agony from the big-boobed actress. Jaime gave her three more stomps, maintaining her grip on Jeri’s ankles before she spins around, flipping Jeri over onto her stomach then leans back into a Boston Crab.

Jeri beats her fists on the mat in pain and in frustration at the unexpected turn of events. Jeri slowly drags herself toward the ropes and Jaime is forced to move with her - uncertain what Jeri is doing since grabbing the ropes won’t force her to release the Boston Crab under match rules. Although her back is aching painfully, Jeri is ultimately able to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Through sheer force of will and strength, the big blonde stretches out her arm to grasp the second rope which she uses to begin to pull herself up. When she grabs the third rope, she uses all her strength to haul her upper body up off the mat. At this point, Jaime’s Boston Crab is untenable and she releases Jeri in disgust.

Jeri pulls herself to her feet and Jaime attacks. But Jeri adeptly slides to the side and wraps her right arm around Jaime’s neck, putting her in a side headlock. Jeri locks it on good and tight, bending Jaime’s body over and forcing her head into Jeri’s robust, naked bosom. Jeri walks around holding Jaime in the headlockm then uses the thumb of her left hand to stab into Jaime’s throat. She releases the gagging Jaime who collapses to the mat holding her throat and the audience lets out a loud “BOOOOOO!” The cruel Star Trek actress approaches Jaime as she rises from the mat with her back to her tormentress as she tries to get her bearings.

Jaime hears Jeri from behind her say, “Oh, does your throat hurt?”

Jeri grabs Jaime by the neck from behind and - in an amazing show of her strength - lifts Jaime completely off the mat by the neck and then slams her facefirst onto the turnbuckle. The brutal move almost knocks Jaime out and would have given Jeri her second fall; but the lithe blond wildcat somehow hangs on to consciousness while Jeri parades around the ring with her hands raised in triumph, savoring the turn in the tide of events - and getting as many boo’s as cheers from the Los Angeles audience. While Jeri struts, Jaime is pulling herself back to her feet, barely able to speak from the throat strike and her head ringing from the turnbuckle smash.

Jeri, who relishes using her fists to beat her opponents to a pulp. approaches Jaime and raises her fists, “Time to take you to the woodshed again!”

But Jaime can box with the best of them, and when Jeri confidently moves within her range, the smaller blonde punches her in the stomach! The surprise of the blow, and its power, combined to make Jeri suddenly feel nauseous. Reacting angrily, Jeri tried to punch Jaime in the face but her swing missed and Jaime punched herin the mouth which sent a sharp pain through Jeri’s teeth. Then Jaime punched Jeri in the nose, and next in the right eye, which temporarily made everything go black for the Voyager star, throwing her off balance.

Jaime hit Jeri three times in the ribs, each blow to the same exact spot. Then - to the surprise of her fans - the tough Jeri Ryan couldn’t take it any more and broke down sobbing as she slumped to the mat. Jaime goes over to her and hauls her up by her golden hair, then socks her in the jaw with a haymaker so powerful it send Jeris spinning into the ropes, then bouncing back to Jaime who reaches her hand through Jeri’s legs, hooks her neck and hoists her off the mat for a body slam. But instead of body slamming her, Jaime brings Jeri’s shoulder straight down onto her raised knee with a loud CRACK that suggested she’d broken Jeri’s shoulder.

Jeri squirmed on the mat, her body in a world of hurt. Jeri somehow is able to regain her feet, massaging her shoulder and hoping it isn’t broken. She sees Jaime in a corner of the ring beckoning her to “come” but Jeri is just barely running on fumes and she knows it. Still, she staggers toward Jaime to resume the struggle and as soon as Jeri comes within range, Jaime grabs the corner ropes, lifts her body up horizontal and lashes out her legs to put a head scissors on Jeri’s neck. Then, in an amazing display of wrestling acrobatics, Jaime does a midair reverse somersault, slamming Jeri facefirst into the turnbuckle. She falls backward to the mat, crashing down like a fallen tree.

Jeri’s movements are slow and uncoordinated as Jaime approaches and kicks her in the side, rolling her over onto her stomach. Then Jaime lays down on Jeri in an unusual back-to-back position; the back of her head just above the back of Jeri’s head; her body stretched down the length of Jeri’s body. Jaime raised her arms and reached back behind her head, cupping her hands under Jeri’s chin and interlacing her fingers. As she starts to pull up on Jeri’s jaw, fans gasp as they recognize the “Campbell Clutch!” Jaime’s variation of the Camel Clutch she first unveiled as her finisher in the one-sided destruction of Neve Campbell in Round Two of this tournament.

With the 'Campbell Clutch' locked in, Jaime used her powerful abs to sit up. Only someone with abs as strong as Jaime could pull off this move and her muscular six-pack stood out in clear relief on her washboard stomach as she wrenched Jeri’s head up and back. It was a hold every bit as painful as the Camel Clutch - if not more so and Jeri began to cry in agony as her back was bent into an unnatural curve by Jaime’s powerful Sit-up Clutch. As Jeri’s body was bent into a scary looking arc of her spine, her massive breasts swayed and jiggled in front of her rapidly heaving chest. Jeri could feel the tendons in her back giving out as Jaime gave another brutal yank, causing a popping sound in Jeri’s back. At that point, Jerry Ryan screamed out her submission!

At first, Jaime acted as though she heard nothing and continued to ramp up the pressure of the hold, intent on permanently crippling Ryan. But Dina Meyer, the ref who had saved Jaime from having her back broken in the previous fall, once again intervened as she grabbed Jaime and dragged her off of Jeri. Standing Jaime up on her feet, Dina held her arm in the air as the ring announcer stated the obvious, “The winner of the fourth fall by submission - and winner of the match three falls to one - JAIME PRESSLY!!”

Jaime unsmiling basked in the accolades of the audience as camera flashes recorded her moment of triumph. But the Carolina Hellcat wasn’t content to leave the matter at that and she pulled away from Dina and returned to Jeri, who was slowly moving and trying to get to her hands and knees, sniffling as tears streamed down her ruddy cheeks.

Jaime extended a hand to her defeated opponent and offered, “Here lemme hep y’all up!”

Although suspicious, Jeri held out her hand. Jaime took it and yanked Jeri to her feet…then immediately Jaime spun Jeri around and slapped a sleeperhold on her neck. With Jeri’s neck wedged tight in the crook of Jaime’s right bicep and Jaime’s left forearm pressing down from the back, it was a classic hold that cut off blood flow to the brain and it short-circuited Jeri’s brain in a few seconds.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime, Grandma?” purred Jaime as she strutted around the ring still holding Jeri’s limp body in the sleeper, dragging her at her side as Jeri’s long legs stumbled and staggered uselessly. Jaime displayed her captive - whose consciousness was slowly being squeezed out of her - in all four corners. She would lift Jeri clear off her feet with the sleeper and then shake her body like a rag doll. “OK, time to sleep!” Jaime finally says. With a crushing constriction of the sleeper, she knocks Jeri out completely. Jaime readjusts her sleeper hold, puts one hand behind Jeri’s back and the other under her knees and lifts up the big blonde in a Cradle Carry, walks over to Paula Trickey at ringside with Jeri draped in her arms like a sleeping baby.

At the edge of the ring, Jaime yells at Paula, "I believe this piece of garbage belongs to you!" She releases Jeri and her body drops like dead weight toward the floor. Paula lunges in time to catch Jeri in midair - but her weight knocks Paula down on her ass in the process. Jeri Ryan lay limp across Paula’s thighs long after the count of ten!