The two women sitting at the table in the center of the room were visibly worked-up. Ginny, the captain of the Good team, wore a white sweat suit. Behind her were the team she had assembled: Michelle Williams, Cindy Crawford, Jeri Ryan, Cameron Diaz, Jennifer O'Dell, Charlize Theron, Mary Pierce, and Nikki Cox. All these women wore white cloth robes.

Where Ginny appeared nervous, Kim, the captain of the Evil team, was fidgeting impatiently. Wearing a shiny black suit, she had the utmost confidence in the murder's row of the notorious women behind her: Catherine Bell, Rose McGowan, Shannen Doherty, Denise Richards, Carmen Electra, Nicole Kidman, Elizabeth Hurley, Laetitia Casta, and Gena Lee Nolin.

The door swung open. Tia Carrere, the referee for this event on the woman on whom all were waiting strode in. Ginny began to protest about being kept waiting, but a sharp glance from Tia quieted her.

"Hear this," Tia began. "The are the rules. Follow them to the letter or I'll whup your ass myself."

"Members from the Good and Evil team will pair up and fight. All contact in permitted except in blatant attempts to maim. That will be my call." She glanced around the silent rule, obviously in control of the proceedings.

"Each fight continues until one participant verbally surrenders, is delivered unconscious, is forced to orgasm - " this was greeted with mild cries of protest from the Good team " - or is propelled out of the ring."

"Fighting will continue round after round. If a team is up a member in a round, the extra member will be allowed to join in a match of my designation."

"Any - and I mean ANY - interference in a fight by a non-combatant will result in disqualification. No warning, no questions."

Kim cowered as Tia shot her yet murderous glance.

"To the victors will go the spoils." Tia paused. "Also, there will be financial considerations. Each member of the team that has the last woman standing will receive $50,000." Murmurs swirled in the smoke. "The ultimate victor," the referee continued, "will receive one million dollars."

"Where....how....??" Kim stammered.

"The money?" Tia answered. "Simple. Each time one of those pervs who hang around your site stuff the freakin' ballot box on your little contests, a sophisticated monitoring system deducts from their bank account."

The women looked at each other bewilderedly, trying to figure out if Tia was being serious.

Before anyone could speak up, Tia resumed. "Questions? Now, MOVE!!!"

She strode out of the room. The teams filed out after her, entered the arena, and assembled on opposite sides of the ring. Tia rang the bell calling the first pair into the ring.

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FIRST ROUND (10 Matches)

Fight 1 - Michelle Williams (Good) vs. Catherine Bell (Evil)

Tia called the first two combatants into the ring. Both wore robes of their teams' colors. After the fighters glared at each other for a few moments, Tia said, "OK, let's get this on." Catherine opened her robe to reveal a tight bikini of shiny black leather. Michelle gulped at the awesome physical display that was the JAG star. The blonde actress dropped her robe. She wore a simple tight white T-shirt and white lycra shorts underneath.

Moving into the corner of the ring, Tia called for the fighting to commence. Bell motioned for Williams to make the first move. Michelle delivered a right into Bell's left breast. Cat stood completely motionless as the blonde's hand thudded into the leather. Williams uncorked a left into the brunette's other tit. Again Bell showed no reaction. Michelle was as puzzled at Bell's restraint in answering as in reacting to the blows. Michelle reared back to throw right cross into Catherine's chin. Bell quickly stepped back, spun around, and whipped her right leg through the air. Heel connected with temple and Williams crumpled to the floor before she could cry in pain. Catherine reached down and grabbed the blonde head, raised it up a few inches, and drove it down into the mat.

"No....no more." Williams was heard to whimper. Bell ignored the surrender as Ginny groaned at the fragility of her opening fighter. Catherine peeled the flimsy shirt off the youth. The blonde's shorts came off next. Bell wanted to send a message to the Good team. She dragged the wounded Williams to her feet, pinned her arms behind her, and guided her to Evil side of the ring.

"Ladies, bare your boobs," Bell said to her nine teammates. "The little bitch here has to pay tribute." The Evil team opened their black robes. Shirts, bras, and bikinis were raised. Bell shoved Williams' face towards Rose McGowan's cleavage. "Now kiss," Cat ordered the blonde.

"Screw you, I already gave ---" Michelle protested, but she stopped short as Bell wrenched her arm behind her back.

"All right, all right," Williams said, almost in tears.

She leaned over the rope and kissed Rose on one breast, then the other. Bell guided the defeated blonde to each of her teammates in turn, on whom the ritual was repeated (she couldn't kiss Denise Richards on the nipple, but did so on the exposed breast flesh). When the blonde finally delivered 'tribute' to Carmen Electra, Bell spun Michelle around. With her right hand Bell cleared the leather top from her own chest, as she grasped the back of Williams' head with her left. She clamped the blonde head to her cleavage, and fell to the mat, pinning Michelle under her. The breast smother finished the youth off within a minute. She rose, glared for several moments at the Good team, and for good measure, delivered a kick into the crotch of unconscious Williams. The tone had definitely been set.
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Fight 2- Cindy Crawford (good) vs. Rose McGowan (evil)

Crawford stepped into the ring and opened her robe, revealing a white jogbra and tight lycra shorts. McGowan entered the other corner and also disrobed. The Evil team exploded in cheers when they saw that Rose wore no shirt, only a pair of suspenders that covered only the middle of her full breasts.

The two reached the center of the ring. Rose looked scoffingly over the model's body. "Guess you must have an entire team of airbrushers," she jeered. Cindy answered with a stinging slap across the brunette's cheek. Rose's hand shot to her cheek as she took a step back. Her eyes blazed.

"Hope that was worth it, you cow...." she muttered, lashing her foot out towards Crawford's crotch.

"Ouffff," Cindy breathed.

She doubled over and brought her hands to her groin. Rose saw her opportunity and quickly circled around the model. She reached between Crawford's long legs, grabbed her hands still clutching her crotch. Rose yanked Cindy's hands through her legs. McGowan knew that she had complete control over the older woman's body. She paused, weighing a quick finish against a dramatic one. Opting for the former, she steered Crawford by her hands until her head was aimed at the turnbuckle in the corner. Cindy was bewildered and could not make out the various of warning cries voiced by her teammates.

Rose pushed forward, forcing Cindy to take a step. Increased pressure from the actress drove Cindy faster across the ring, until she was at a stumbling run. Cindy still did not realize what was going on when her head compacted with the padded turnbuckle. A pained "Ughh!" crossed Cindy's lips before she blacked out. Rose let the model's body fall to the mat, turned to acknowledge the cheers of her teammates, and shoved Cindy through the ropes with her foot. Rose returned to her cheering teammates, as Tia looked over the ropes at Crawford's body crumpled on the floor. She looked over to Ginny and shook her head. Ginny quickly looked away, embarrassed.
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Fight 3 - Natalie Portman (Good) vs. Shannen Doherty (Evil)

Murmurs of concern swept up and down the line of the Good team. They had fallen behind by 2 fights and both seemed to be no contest. Their lot did not look to improve as Natalie Portman stepped in to face Shannen Doherty. Portman's slight body was covered by a satin-y, one-piece bathing suit. Looking much more solid and stronger than her opponent, Doherty dropped her robe to reveal a tight top of a rubber-looking material hugging her ample chest.

Tia called the two to action. Shannen attempted to lock up with Natalie, but the smaller actress slipped through her grasp. She finally secured Portman in a headlock, but before she could press her advantage, she felt Natalie's hands at her chest. Portman peeled Doherty's rubbery top up, baring her breasts. Before Shannen could release her opponent, her nipples were being twisted. Shannen shrieked and shoved Portman away.

"What the hell, know that you can't go up against me in a stand up fight?" Shannen growled. She advanced on Natalie, stepping on her foot to pin her down before the lithe actress could dance away. In the next few seconds, Shannen rained punches on her foe's stomach and chest. "No fair, these aren't even any good for target practice!" Doherty said, referring to Natalie's small breasts. Shannen grabbed her by the hair and threw her across the ring toward the corner. Natalie's back impacted with the turnbuckle, knocking the air out of her. She held herself up by grasping the ropes.

"Ready for this to be over, college girl?" Doherty shouted at the prostrate-appearing actress.

She charged Natalie, leaping at her from a few paces away. Her bluff working, Portman ducked away at the last minute. A cheer went up from the Good team as Shannen's body slammed against the turnbuckle. She collapsed to the mat. Natalie leapt on top of her. She lifted the rubber top over Doherty's head and pulled it halfway down her arms. She knew this would prevent the fallen actress from doing much with her arms.

"Let's see," Portman said. "Leaving the ring, unconscious, surrender, or.....ah, yes, orgasm!"

She lifted herself up and flopped over on Shannen so her head was facing down her victim's body. She locked her knees around Doherty's head and slowly reached into Shannen's shorts. She could not see Doherty's eyes widen as her fingers slipped inside Shannen's cunt. After a few minutes of probing, Portman could hear Shannen's breath quicken. "No....no....no...." Doherty soon panted. A few moments later, the supine actress cried as a great shudder rocked her body.

Natalie stood, victorious. She flashed a smile to her team, seeing Michelle Williams had rejoined them. She strode to exit the ring, pausing near the rope. She looked over her shoulder at the shocked evil team, smacked her butt and rubbed it, underscoring her unexpected victory.
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Fight 4 - Jeri Ryan (Good) vs. Teri Hatcher (Evil)

Jeri Ryan dropped her robe, revealing the briefest white triangle top bikini clinging to her statuesque figure. Teri Hatcher attempted to ignore the grumbling of her teammates - they thought they clearly should be up 3-0. Few of the Evil team had complete confidence in Hatcher, now opening her robe to reveal a black exercise top with crimson roses on each breast. Hatcher's skill as a fighter had long been in question, although lately she had developed quite a mean streak.

Meeting Hatcher at the center of the ring, Jeri extended her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. The Good team collectively gasped as Teri answered the gesture by lashing her foot into the stomach of the unsuspecting blonde. Jeri doubled over. The brunette grasped her hair with one hand and the waistband of her bikini bottoms with another. The blonde was hurled across the ring. She almost flew clean through the middle ropes. As it was, her head and torso were through the ropes, her hips folded over the rope.

Hatcher was quick to press her advantage. Reaching Jeri, she pulled the blonde's bikini bottoms down. Half the Evil team yelled at Teri to simply push the actress the rest of the way through the ropes and end the fight. The other half called for Hatcher to dispense some torture. Confident, the brunette chose to follow the latter sentiment.

Jeri's legs pawed the mat, trying to get purchase to allow her to escape the ropes. Hatcher kicked her feet wide apart and braced them with her own. Ryan knew what was coming. Teri inserted her finger into the blonde's unprotected pussy.

"Come-on-Teri-is this--- the best ---you-can-do?" Jeri said through gritted teeth.

To both teams the fight seemed seconds from completion. However, the challenge seemed to strike a chord in Hatcher. She grabbed the blonde by the ankles and yanked. Jeri shot back through the ropes and fell to the mat, smacking her chin on the mat. Teri grabbed the thin ties of the white bikini and pulled, easily snapping them off. She flipped Jeri on her back. The blonde's large breasts wobbled from side to side until they stilled. Hatcher latched onto them, making sure to dig her nails into the soft flesh. Ryan screamed and arched her back in pain. Desperate to rally, she kicked her legs up. Fortune was with Jeri, as her ankles found Hatcher's head. The brunette's skull was soon in the vice of the blonde's legs. Jeri squeezed and lowered her legs, bending Teri over backwards.

"Tables have turned, haven't they?" Jeri shouted as she sat up.

Briefly releasing the lock on Teri's head, the blonde leaped up and sat on Hatcher's shoulders. Indeed the balance of power had completely shifted: Hatcher's form, while still clothed, was pinned under Ryan's nude body. The blonde paused to consider. She scooted forward on Hatcher, until her muff was hovering over the brunette's face.

"A facesit seems in order for you, you tramp!" Jeri cried.

She lowered herself, setting her sweaty cunt squarely onto Teri's nose. Hatcher's body thrashed but could not unseat the blonde. After a few minutes Jeri raised up.

"Had enough?"

"Yes! Yes" Hatcher sputtered.

Jeri stood and drove her heel into Teri's abs. Hatcher convulsed. Helped to her feet by Tia, she slowly made her way out of the ring, trying to avoid the glares of her Evil teammates.
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Fight 5 - Cameron Diaz (Good) vs. Denise Richards (Evil)

Cameron Diaz stepped in to the boisterous encouragement of the Good team. The women in white had completely reversed the momentum. Diaz looked splendid, if not exactly intimidating, in a sheer, almost see-through, white half-top. The Good team collectively gasped, though, as they Denise Richards opened her robe. No bra, no swimsuit, Denise simply wore black bikini bottoms, and four pieces of black electrical tape - two pieces laid over each nipple in an X.

"Very nice, I like your style," Tia said as she playfully patted Richard's nearly bare right breast.

Cameron seemed a bit stunned at her opponent's "apparel", and was late in reacting to the charge of the virtually nude girl. Instead of launching a kick or punch, Denise simply tackled the slight Diaz. Richards rose and sat her black-clad ass on Cameron's face. She leaned forward to grab the backs of her foe's thighs. Denise brought Diaz's legs toward her, completely pinning Cameron to the mat. She ground her butt in Cameron's face.

"Give?" Denise asked.

"N-No," came the muffled response.

Denise hooked her right arm around Cameron's' legs. She forced her left hand in between Diaz's legs and clawed at Cameron's cunt.

"Now?" Denise called louder.

"Denise - please...." Cameron whimpered.

Denise withdrew her hand, slipped it inside Cameron's' shorts and repeated the torture. Cameron started to scream. Her cries were muffled as Denise ground her posterior more. Denise paused.

Finally she heard between sobs, "OK, all right, I give!!"

Denise released Cameron, who curled into a defeated ball, and stood. She turned toward the Good team, placed a foot on to of Diaz, cupped her breasts, and let them bounce. She turned and walked toward her re-energized Evil teammates. Tia dragged the defeated Diaz to her feet and shoved her toward the Good ringside.
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Fight 6 - Jennifer Love Hewitt (Good) vs. Carmen Electra (Evil)

Jennifer Love Hewitt looked nervous and completely out of place in her white knit top and her white denim shorts. She was by far the least experienced fighter on either team. In stark contrast, Carmen Electra looked all business. Her black chain-mail top gave her the air of a ominous warrior.

Jennifer threw an uncertain punch at Electra. The Evil fighter caught the fist in mid-air. Cameron pulled the mousy actress toward her, stopping her dead cold with a vicious headbutt. JLH crumpled to the floor. Electra stripped the white-clad girl with precision. She dragged Jennifer's body to the Evil side of the ring. Her teammates cheered raucously. Tia started toward the center of the ring, but Electra waved her off. "Watch this, ladies," she said.

She pinched Jennifer's nipples and slapped her face until the youth sputtered back to consciousness. Before Jennifer could move, Carmen bent down and hooked her arms around her knees. Carmen stood, hauling Jennifer's legs upwards. She threw JLH's knees over the top rope and pinned the actress's body to the ropes with her own. Carmen used her hands to spread the suspended girl's legs apart.

"This is too easy," Electra remarked as she glanced to her teammates. "Boy I sure could use a vibrator," she said with a knowing wink.

Nicole Kidman smiled back and produced one. Ignoring the outraged cries of Team Good, Carmen slipped the smooth black plastic inside Jennifer. After a few minutes of Jennifer's cries and quivers, Carmen turned off and withdrew the vibrator. Jennifer quieted. Carmen suddenly reinserted the vibrator. This torturous process was repeated three more times. Carmen finally allowed Jennifer to climax and dropped her to the floor. The defeated actress laid at the feet of the jeering Evil team for several minutes before finally dragging her ravaged body back across the ring. Tia watched, nodding to herself.
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Fight 7 - Jennifer O'Dell (Good) vs. Nicole Kidman (Evil)

The swagger had definitely returned to Team Evil. They had regained the lead, delivering their opponents two humiliating defeats in the process. Cat-calls and jeers drowned out the words of support coming from the Good team as Jennifer O'Dell opened her robe. She wore a simple white cloth bandeau on her chest. The "Lost World" star tried to keep her confidence as Nicole Kidman climbed in and began bouncing around like a prize fighter. Jennifer was proud of her body, very toned and fit, but she still inwardly cowered as Nicole stripped off her robe. The Aussie's larger body was packed into a black fishnet one-piece, see-through if the light hit it right.

At the center of the ring, O'Dell raised her arms and tried to lock up with Kidman. The larger actress would have none of it. In a flash, she chopped the blonde on her sides. O'Dell dropped her arms. Even faster, Kidman wrapped her arms around Jennifer, locking her hands behind O'Dell's back. Jennifer found her arms pinned to her sides. Kidman's strength was evident as she hugged the cute blonde to her.

"Arrrrgh!" Jennifer gasped as she felt she was being crushed. She felt a pop in her back and wondered if that was one of her ribs. As she squeezed, she lifted Jennifer off the ground. The blonde could do nothing except to weakly kick her legs.

Fortunately, the Australians' strength finally ran out. She dropped Jennifer, who landed on her knees. O'Dell showed remarkable presence as she cocked her fist and drove it straight ahead into Kidman's unguarded groin.

Not having anything to cheer for during the past 2 matches, the Good team exploded in cheer as Nicole doubled over. Jennifer quickly pressed her advantage. She kicked her right leg out, smacking her foot against Nicole's temple. The redhead spun completely around, barely able to keep her feet. Jennifer executed a similar kick with her opposite leg. This time, Kidman fell to the floor.

O'Dell rode her adrenaline. She gathered two handfuls of Nicole's hair and attempted to haul her to her feet. Nicole shrieked but did not move. O'Dell yanked again, but again could not raise Kidman. Pain cleared the wooziness from the redhead's brain. Now on her knees, she grabbed Jennifer's hands. She hurled the petite blonde into the nearby corner. Kidman leapt to her feet, spun to face O'Dell, and charged.

The Good representative did her best to answer the sudden reversal of fortune. As the Aussie neared at a run, Jennifer launched another kick. The blonde had gone to this well once to often, and Nicole ducked under the kick. She caught the leg on top of her shoulder and grasped it with her hand. Jennifer's eyes grew wide as she realized her plight. She had to hop on her left foot as she could only wonder what Nicole would do next. She didn't have long to wait.

"Payback, you bitch!" Nicole yelled as she unleashed a wicked right into O'Dell's crotch. The blonde's mouth contorted soundlessly into an 'O'. Tears shot from her eyes as Kidman punched again. A third shot made the helpless blonde collapse to the mat.

"Please, please, you win." Jennifer sobbed.

"Nope, not that easy," Kidman replied. Nicole stripped Jennifer's top off. Flipping her onto her front, Kidman pinned the blonde's arms behind her back and wrapped her top around her hands. Kidman stood, grabbed the defeated blonde by the ankles, and began to drag her around the ring. The rough texture of the mat burned the soft skin of O'Dell's breasts. By the time Kidman completed one lap of the ring, O'Dell was screaming. Nicole satisfied herself after an additional two laps. She dropped O'Dell's legs and returned to the Evil side of the ring, slapping high-fives with her teammates and Kim.
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Fight 8 - Charlize Theron (Good) vs. Elizabeth Hurley (Evil)

What almost would have been laughably over-the-top in a less serious setting, the shiny leather dominatrix outfit that clung to Elizabeth Hurley slim body sounded a twinge of fear in Charlize Theron. The South African circled the Brit cautiously before shrugging off her robe. The taller woman wore a white lace top with a matching thong.

Summoned to the center of the ring by Tia, Liz sidled up to Charlize and assumed a fighting stance. Theron shrugged away meekly, keeping her hands behind her back.

"C'mon, Chuck," Liz used a bastardization of Theron's name that she knew she hated. "Let's get at this." Still, Theron would not engage, backing toward the ropes with her arms still not at the ready.

Hurley reached out and slapped Theron on the cheek. No reaction. Hurley slapped again. Charlize's eyes watered, and she bounced against the ropes, but stilled herself. The Good team was just as confused as the Evil side. Jeers and desperate exhortations swirled around the ring as Liz easily shredded the flimsy top off her opponent. Frustrated and confused, Hurley latched on to Charlize's pert nipples and pinched.

Liz did not see Theron wink at her the moment before she struck. In disrobing, the blonde had slipped the belt from her robe. She kept the tie in her hands as the robe dropped to the floor. She had circled to a neutral side of the ring as she did this, so neither team saw what she had done. Charlize had worked the plan she had developed with Ginny to perfection.

In a flash, Theron brought the tie from behind her back and lashed it around Hurley's wrists. The surprised Brit released Charlize's nipples and gasped. The gasp was cut off as Theron circled the cloth band around Liz's throat. Though they were not bound, Hurley struggled to free her wrists. Panic set in as she felt the belt around her throat tighten. She was not choking yet, but the pressure increased as Theron dragged her by the belt to the center of the ring.

Charlize kicked her preys legs out from under her. Hurley fell on her stomach, her hands driving up into her throat as she went to the mat. Charlize knelt on the Brit's back. Now in control of her opponent, Theron quickly wrapped one arm around Liz's calves. With her free hand, Charlize gripped Liz's chin. Pulling her arms up and together, the blonde bent the model into a inverted arch that made both teams wince.

"Please, I give. Let up, you fucking Yank wannabe!" Hurley cried.

Theron held on for ten seconds more, then released. Relief flooded Theron as she rose and beamed at her ecstatic teammates. The Good women could barely keep from jumping over the ropes to congratulate the victor. Back through the ropes, Charlize and Ginny hugged each other on the critical and brilliant victory.
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Fight 9 - Mary Pierce (Good) vs. Laetitia Casta (Evil)

Clad in her second-skin black body suit, Laetitia Casta danced mockingly in front of the scowling Mary Pierce. The tennis star, splendid in a satin teddy with matching shorts, saw no need to hide her contempt for the model. These two had a long history fueled by the European tabloids. Casta had numerous times had publicly implied that the muscular Pierce was a lesbian.

"Let's go, whore," Casta taunted. "Let me get you by that pigtail and I'll hog-tie you with it!" Mary fumed silently, trying to keep her composure. She let Casta get close enough for the model to slap her right breast.

Laetitia darted back, and Mary calmly dusted off her chest. "A slight breeze in here?" Mary challenged. Casta's brow furrow. She faked twice then stepped in, delivering a punch to Pierce's other tit. Mary smiled. "Jealous of these, sweetie," she laughed. "No need for implants here!"

Mary succeeded in baiting the model. The black-clod body tensed, then sprang toward the blonde. Pierce timed her right cross perfectly, connecting with Casta's chin as she closed in. The model cried, spun, and fell.

Mary casually strode around the dazed Casta. Pierce lowered herself on the prostrate body, setting one knee on Casta's throat and the other on her groin. Laetitia briefly brought her hands to Pierce's unprotected pussy. As Mary put downward pressure on her legs though, Casta had to bring both hands up in an attempt to prevent Mary from crushing her throat. Pierce periodically bounced gently, eliciting a muffled gurgle from the model. Having her hands free, the blonde easily rent the body suit, baring the gorgeous body she was perched on. Laetitia forced Pierce's knee up enough to gurgle, "Please, Mary....no more."

Mary was satisfied with the swiftness and ease of her fight. She paddled the model's breasts a few times, then rose. She left Casta, defeated and in rags, as a wreck in the middle of the ring.
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Fight 10 - Nikki Cox (Good) vs. Gena Lee Nolin (Evil)

Gena Lee Nolin's confidence was clear as she shadowboxed waiting for Nikki Cox. The blonde had already dropped her robe, revealing a tight black tank that barely stretched below her breasts. Her Good teammates parted the ropes as Cox climbed in. She tentatively opened her robe. Underneath she was clad in an extremely tight white T-shirt that looked like it was about to burst open as it strained against her large chest.

"OK, you hussy, time to put you guys away," Nolin sneered. Cox fired a telegraphed right cross, which the blonde easily ducked. The evil fighter answered with a blistering right that thudded against Cox's left tit. Nikki's entire bust shook as the nimble blonde punched her other breast. Two fists to the stomach folded Cox over. Nolin straightened her foe up, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, and pulled the shirt over her face. The busty redhead was completely blind. To all observers, the final first round fight seemed over.

Rather than trying to free herself from her shirt, Nikki barreled forward. In so doing, she caught the blonde off-guard. Cox forced her to stumble backwards. GLN fell to the mat, and Nikki tripped over the actress and fell on top of her.

Still unable to see, Nikki had few choices of how to proceed. She inched up on the blonde and plopped her chest of Nolin's face. Her ploy almost worked. Had she been able to see, she might have smothered GLN with her bountiful breasts. As it was, she did not see that she lowered her right tit directly into the blonde's mouth.

Nolin bit down. She almost winced in pain from the volume of Cox's shriek. The blonde shook her head back and forth, tearing at the firm titflesh. Gena released her grip only to torture Nikki's other breast. The redhead's hands were restrained enough by her shirt that she could not pry Nolin's head away. Loud wails and ignored cries of surrender were all that she could muster. Finally hearing enough of the noise, the blonde finished Cox off with a cracking headbutt. Nikki's head, still covered with her shirt, lolled to the side and stilled.

Before rising off the vanquished actress, Nolin paused atop Cox. She looked over to the Good team, lowered her head, and loudly slurped each of Nikki's large, teeth-mark covered tits. Nolin climbed out of the ring as Nikki struggled out of her shirt. The big-breasted redhead tried to cover her chest with her hands as she returned to the Good team with her head down.
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EPILOGUE
The door to the Evil locker room swung open. Tia strode in. The Evil teammates were in various stages of undress during the break after the first round. Those who had been defeated were showering or tending to their injuries.

"Listen up," Tia barked. "You candy-asses did pretty well, well enough to get to the second round at equal strength."

"Wait a minute," Kim sputtered. "We're up one. We won 6 of the fights!"

"Wrong, there, sweetie. There was interference in Carmen's fight."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Electra asked, storming forward.

"The vibrator," Tia answered. "I specifically said that there was to be zero interference by anybody. The vibrator that Kidman gave you lead directly to your victory. Therefore, Nicole is disqualified from further rounds. Jenny O'Dell will advance. The teams are 5-5."

Now it was Kidman's turn to advance on the referee.

"What the fuck?" the nude Aussie barked.

She and Carmen, both enraged, grabbed Carrere by a shoulder and pushed her back into the bank of lockers. Tia's right leg lashed out Electra's abs. The actress folded over. Her arm free, Tia decked Kidman with a haymaker which spun her around. A few of the Evil women started forward, but were stilled as Tia glared at them, "Better control your team there, Kim." The women froze. Tia grabbed Nicole by the hair and tossed her across the locker room. Kidman's shins smacked against one of the wooden benches. She flipped over the bench and landed with a smack on the wet floor. Tia straightened. "Anybody else?" Silence. "Good," Tia continued. "It's 5-5! I expect to be obeyed. You all know I can back it up. Now get your asses dressed and back out to the ring for round 2. You have 5 minutes." She reached the door and stopped, turned and added, "Any more trouble from any of your team, and I'm coming after YOU myself." Then she left with a cocky grin on her face. The Evil women looked around the room at each other. Their confidence in the first round results had been badly shaken. Several awkward moments passed, as seemingly no one was sure whether to attend to the fallen and disqualified Kidmanor not.