Still checking herself out in the mirror, she stifled a laugh. She resembled an entirely different person from the characters in her past couple of movies. Her clothes were tight and comfortable, caressing every delectable curve of her body. It wasn't something she'd wear normally, but for the purposes of putting on a show here she was more than happy to make an exception. While filming her most recent movie in New York City she found herself attracted to the underground club scene where she had heard about Hollywood Hellcats through an acquaintance she met at one nightclub who would become her manager. It was then she decided to give celebrity wrestling a try and devise a stage persona that was strikingly different from any movie role she'd done before. Putting on her best face to match her provocative ensemble when a stagehand knocked on her door and told her it was time to make an appearance, instructing her that the other person she was slated to introduce would be waiting in the wings, she picked up one small prop before she headed to the door that led out into the hall, meeting up with the man who would introduce himself as the second part of the team.

A hush settled over the crowd gathered outside like a shroud, as every overhead house light suddenly shut off completely, enveloping everyone in complete blackness. The dark was utter pitch; no one could see even a foot ahead. Virtually all of those attending had not seen this intro before. Hidden in the darkness, all of the pyrotechnics were ready to be revealed to the audience. Time deliberately passed with nothing changing; a certain tension had surfaced inside the auditorium as people began to wonder what was to happen next. That question was to be answered right about...NOW! Like a surreal, dreamlike beacon, a single red spotlight suddenly pierced its way through the pitch darkness, cutting it like a red-hot knife slicing clean through butter. The beam emanated from the rear of the auditorium and found its way to the center of the arena, beckoning everyone present to gaze into the empty squared circle. The spotlight held its position from the rear for several moments. Then, as suddenly as that appeared, it was joined by another spotlight, this one originating from the opposite side of the hall and shining on another section of ringside. The glow cast by the first spotlight was added to by the second, making the lit area a little brighter, but not by much. At intermittent moments, the two spotlights were joined by a third light, then a fourth, then a fifth, and so on. The display seemed to add to the steadily rising tension of the audience as they awaited the appearance of the two fighters.

As this was happening, smoke from a dry ice machine was released from the ceiling, wafting lazily downward from above and filling the lightly illuminated ringside area, then the first few rows of seating arrangements surrounding it.... eventually it would reach far into most of the ground level of the arena as the smoke continued wafting down from the ceiling high up over everyone's heads. As more crimson spotlights were activated one after the other, bathing the arena in a profoundly hellish atmosphere as the smoke was illuminated by the red spotlights, Type O Negative's "Glass Walls of Limbo" began to resound throughout the hall via the sophisticated sound system. As the song became more pronounced, it was joined by a series of harsh industrial sounds that seemed to lurch through the ambiance with inopportune staccato. As these sounds progressed, however, it became more obvious to those present that there was a pattern in them.

The audience sat utterly transfixed as more spotlights lit the darkness, hypnotized by the odd musical ensemble growing around them…. when with startling suddenness, it happened, and was received with a mixed reaction of shock, awe and rising excitement. Without prior warning, the arena entrance erupted in searing red-hot flame, startling everyone from their induced hypnosis. From all four turnbuckles, the arena entrance, and several places along both sides of the walkway leading to ringside ejaculated the bright columns of flame, originating from the canisters placed in their various locations and reaching twenty feet into the air above them.

SURGE!!!!!!!!!

The sight was profoundly breathtaking and seemed to suggest that same erotic thrill as the first spotlight had, multiplied by at least a hundred. This display had its desired effect upon the gathered audience, who collectively gasped with a sound audible enough for the television cameras to pick up. When enough spotlights cast enough of a glow in the arena, the intro song for the first actress to appear began resounding throughout the arena. When the song started, a large section of the audience - from both sides of the fence as to who they were hoping to see emerge the victor of the match - greeted the start of the show with wild applause and a gratuitously loud amount of cheering, even as the last of the red spotlights were activated to bathe the arena and the crowd in its hellish glow. This sustained itself for a few long, drawn out moments as the intro song was recognized as "Creeping Death" by Metallica.

Then.... SURGE!!!!!!!!!

Two more columns of that bright reddish - orange flame shoots far upward from either side of the gaping hall entrance as the song crashes into electric guitars and pounding percussion, reaching toward the same heights as they had the first time they went off, again startling the gathered audience. Under the surreal light cast by the special effects, a lone female figure could be seen silhouetted in the entranceway itself. As just about every head turned to see who it was, the shadowy figure stepped with deliberate slowness into the glow cast by the crimson spotlights. The woman paused just at the end, revealing herself to the audience as none other than...... Reese Witherspoon!

With a sense of utmost confidence, Reese surveyed the scene before her as the song pounded on relentlessly, gazing out into the arena as if she was a barbarian queen making an appearance for some fantastic death match. Reese was clad in a tight-fitting black bikini and a matching, equally tight semi see through black bodysuit that hugged her voluptuous body like a snakeskin. Her flowing blonde hair cascaded lazily downward over the smooth material. There was a cat o nine tails in her hand as she looked out into the vast auditorium. The effect was breathtaking and quite appealing sexually as she resembled a dominatrix as opposed to a sorority queen or a Southern belle. Slowly stepping from her position just above the entrance ramp, Reese carried herself with poise and confidence as she made her way to ringside, her shiny black vinyl boots clicking audibly on the floor. More canisters placed spaciously on either side of the catwalk ejaculated that brilliant flame twenty feet in the air, one after the next, as "Creeping Death" pounded on through the PA system.

SURGE!

SURGE!!

SURGE!!!

SURGE!!!!

SURGE!!!!!

After the last ejaculation of flame from the catwalk, Reese made it to ringside and climbed in the ring. As she did this, the red flames ejaculated from the turnbuckles. The spotlights lighting the darkness progressively became brighter as Reese passed through the ropes in full view of everyone present. Quite a few spotlights were fixed solely on the ring where the blonde vixen was, while many others shone on the fans. Standing directly inside the center of the ring now, Reese began to writhe and undulate seductively to Metallica's heavy, grinding music. Her body squirmed like that of a snake in heat. Her sensual liquid movements steadily began to incite the fans; seeing she had a captive audience, Reese immediately increased the intensity of her dancing, mesmerizing the audience with her fluid motions. As the intensity rose to a fever pitch, Reese suddenly grabbed the front of her see through bodysuit, and in an animalistic, provocative motion she tore the thin material from her chest, revealing her ample assets and black vinyl bikini as the audience roared their approval.

Peeling the material from her arms, Reese turned her sexy dance into a sexy semi-striptease, her voluptuous body still fervently squirming like a boa constrictor hypnotized by some mad snake charmer. As the highly erotic display continued in its course and "Creeping Death" ground onward, Reese had completely removed the bodysuit from her gorgeous frame, twirling the ripped material in one hand like an overhead fan as if asking who wanted it as a souvenir. Seeing people reaching up for it, she hurled the catsuit into the audience as far as her reach would allow, watching as one lucky fan caught it. The brightened spotlights cast that surreal glow on Reese's ample tresses and her half-naked body, which was now clad in a tight-fitting black vinyl bikini. Climbing deftly up to the top rope, Reese raised a fist triumphantly over her head, inciting the audience to chant one single word along with her as the song's chorus kicked in again, mouthing one word at the end to substitute it for the original lyric:

"DIE!

DIE!!

DIE!!!

DIE!!!!"

Then Reese jumped back into the ring and continued her seductive writhing as the song pounded it's way to the end, building the rising excitement of the crowd farther and farther still as her movements became steadily more pronounced with each and every passing second. Amazingly, Reese seemed to be showing no visible sign of getting tired. In fact, she could feel more charged and energized by the crowd's reaction to her seductive display. As the song finally concluded with a resounding chord, the house lights finally came up again as a seemingly endless series of fireworks and M-80's were detonated high overhead, signaling the end of the first introduction Reese lifted her arms triumphantly over her head as the audience howled its approval as if they were attending a Metallica show. Soon after the furor stopped, Reese politely borrowed a microphone from the ring announcer, stood out into the center of the ring and addressed the audience in a loud, clear voice.

"I got another one just like it backstage," she announced, referring to the shredded bodysuit she tossed into the audience. Wiping a thin film of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, she narrowed her eyes a little, her face hardening with the determination to make a good first impression during her introductory match as she had done with her entrance.

Her legs planted a foot or so apart, the effect of her stance strikingly sexy, she gripped the microphone tightly and spoke again. "Hopefully, I shouldn't have a problem with the censors, because this is all you're getting tonight," she went on, indicating her almost completely unclothed body as the fans gawked. "Hope you all had a good holiday," the sexy blonde knockout intoned slowly, feeling the heat of the regular house lights warming her skin, "and I'm gonna keep this short and sweet before I give you all another Christmas present, albeit a little belatedly. Though I can tell from the looks of a few of you out there that you were already given one," she added as an afterthought, peering out into the first few rows as she noticed those whose eyes were crawling all over her bare skin.

"You all seem glad to see me here," she joked about the stares her bikini and boots earned her, "and I wanted you all to know that I gave you this much because I'm glad to show you what I got. If you've seen me in my recent movies, you might think me a bit of an enigma from the way I'm dressed here as opposed to how I dress in my films, besides the fact that I won't be here to talk for very long, but I can guarantee you I have a few surprises in store for you as time goes on." Her face breaking out into a wicked smile, she added, "I think you're gonna like them. Until then… BRING IT, GELLAR!"

The crowd, blown away by Reese's entrance, sits in their respective seats, buzzing about what they just experienced and wondering what her opponent might do for her own entrance. With Reese waiting expectantly in the ring, staring at the entryway where her opponent would be entering, the house lights dimmed with an almost agonizing slowness. As the arena slowly crept back into darkness, the crowd's chattering quieted down a bit, a slight rustling in the hall. As one, they waited for the second girl's entrance. The crowd began to wonder what was going on. As heads turned, confused fans trying to see in the pitch-black arena, looking at the ceiling, the aisle and everywhere at once, a soft murmur began.

Suddenly, every spotlight in the arena flared back to life, this time casting the glow of black lights all around the arena, along with simultaneous explosions of more M-80's, cherry bombs and another assortment of fireworks going off all around the arena, more dry ice smoke wafting down from the ceiling to the audience below. At that exact moment, the PA system sprang to life as Marilyn Manson's "Disposable Teens" exploded from the speakers. Stunned by the simultaneous sensory explosion, the crowd was craning every which way to try to assimilate it all. At the strains of the intro, Manson's voice rasped out, "And I'm a black rainbow and I'm an ape of god, I got a face that's made for doing violence upon...."

The crowd was suddenly assaulted by a new sound - the unmistakable thunder of a motorcycle being revved at full throttle. After a few chest rattling revs to get people's attention - as if she didn't have it already - Sarah Michelle Gellar burst through the entrance astride a gleaming black and purple bike done up to resemble a hellish creature from one's worst nightmare, her appearance accompanied on either side of the entryway by the thunderous detonations of explosives. Through this whirling kaleidoscope of dark light and sound Sarah appeared as if as if she had become Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her bike was a conquered beast, popping a wheelie at the top of the ramp and cruising down the broad entrance ramp toward the ring area, a huge sinister looking smile crossing her face. The black lights glistened off of her shiny black leather catsuit, her brown hair flying in the breeze behind her. Raised above the seat, her lithe, leather clad ass and hips hovered over the leather and metal, her powerful, sexy thighs flexed, virtually caressing the shiny steel beast between them. Finished off in mid-calf height leather boots, she was a vision to be sure.

As she approached the ring, she paused on the footrests, then dismounted the bike and walked the circumference of the ring, insinuating her way closer and closer to the ring, smiling malevolently up at her opponent as she strutted sexily by. One lucky fan was pulled up and dipped backwards over his seat with a long, wet French kiss, much to his pleasant surprise. As she reached the end of the ramp again, she stopped, her long brown hair spilling over her face, obscuring her evil smile momentarily, allowing her the opportunity to sensually fling it back over her head, her tresses cascading down her across her shoulders and back, the crowd loving every moment of it. After a few moments of crowd interaction, Sarah bounded over to the ring steps, her lithe body hidden underneath the skintight leather catsuit, as she strutted to the treads, ascending them in two bounds. As the extended version of the song blared, she entered the ring and walked confidently to one of the turnbuckles, mounting the second rope and raising her left arm in exhilaration. Yelling at the top of her lungs along with Manson, Sarah sang, "You said you wanted evolution, the ape was a great big hit/You say you want a revolution, man, and I say that you're full of shit," pumping her fist in jubilation at the start of each line.

Jumping back onto the mat, she proceeded to unzip her boots, kicking them off one by one over the ring apron. Then spinning seductively, she smirked at the crowd, her hands going to the front of her catsuit, unzipping it in the front down to her navel, revealing her chest behind the skimpy leopard print bikini top. Slowly undulating her lush hips and waist, she teasingly stripped off the remainder of the catsuit, revealing her supple upper body and her firm breasts offset by the leopard print bikini top, to the delight of the audience. Winking at the crowd, she held the catsuit aloft. In response to chants of, "Over here!" Sarah flung the suit over the top rope, starting a mini riot for its possession. As one last chorus rang out through the arena, Sarah vaulted to the second rope in her corner, standing on it and again pumping her fist along with one last strain of, "You said you wanted evolution..." Jumping back off the ropes as the song faded out, Sarah sauntered back to her corner.

Turning around, her arms resting on the top ropes as the house light came back on, she shouted across the ring to Reese, "Bring it, bitch!"

The ring announcer quickly climbed into the squared circle, standing in between the two combatants situated on the opposing corners, his hands raised above his head as if to calm the wildly cheering audience gathered around them. It took the man a while to successfully achieve this as enthusiasts of both actresses were seriously pumped from their viscerally exciting introductions. Indeed it seemed as if they were driven half-insane with anticipation at the impending prospect of watching the two comely she-beasts engage in combat like never before, pulling out every stop imaginable to emerge victorious from what was surely to be a very long, hard-fought match. The announcer's patient presence eventually managed to contain the capacity crowd's feverish excitement. It went without saying this energy would surely boil over again, actually reaching the breaking point and beyond when the match began. But, first things first. Formal introductions were to be made on both sides before Reese and Sarah were to tear into each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!" the announcer called at the top of his lungs, his rich, deep voice boomed powerfully across the vast auditorium through the sophisticated PA system as he addressed the crowd. At the ensuing roar from the audience, the house lights came up again, bathing everyone inside, wrestlers and spectators alike in a blinding glare. "In this corner, " he continued, indicating with a sweep of his hand the first wrestler who appeared for the fight. "Standing 5'2", weighing 122 lbs., the rising star of 'Election', 'Legally Blonde' and 'Sweet Home Alabama', the girl who proves big things come in small packages, gimme a hot Hollywood Hellcats welcome to REESE WITHERSPOON!"

The crowd erupted yet again as Reese stepped out of her corner, greeting the frenzied cheering with another brief display of seductive movements as her body squirmed and writhed invitingly, once again showing off her considerably mouth watering assets to her loyal fans. The loud uproar sustained itself for quite some time before the ring announcer brought it under control again, readying himself to announce the second competitor in this upcoming bout.

"And in this corner, " he began with the same sweeping gesture toward the opposite turnbuckle with his other hand, indicating the second woman to show up for the evening's festivities. "Standing 5'3" and weighing 110 lbs., the star of 'Simply Irresistible', 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' and 'Scooby-Doo' give up another Hollywood Hellcats welcome to SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR!"

Again the crowd erupted as Sarah - not to be outdone by her challenger - emerged from her own corner opposite Reese, inciting her fans in the crowd by showing off her leopard print bikini clad body in a variety of poses, smiling with dark seduction for the cameras and the audience in general.

Once again the ring announcer calmed the spectators before he went on, "This contest is to be one for all the marbles, as they say.... No rules, no referee, no disqualification, no time limit.... and NO INTERFERENCE!" A murmur swept the crowd at the prospect of a great match. He continued, "Both wrestlers have agreed to continue until one of them is out cold on the canvas!" Another uproar erupted from the spectators. "Brace yourselves, this will be a fight you won't forget!"

Addressing the audience, the ring announcer called, "ARE YOU READYYYYY?" Still another outburst from the gathered audience, louder than before. Then, addressing Reese and Sarah, the ring announcer called, "ARE YOU READYYYYYYY?" They added their own contributions to the din outside the ring, their voices becoming lost in the voluminous assent. Satisfied, the ring announcer called out, "THEN, LET'S GET IT ON!"

He hurriedly left the squared circle as Reese and Sarah faced each other, then slowly walked out from their corners, approaching one another where they met in the center of the ring. Staring each other down for several seconds; standing nose-to-nose, midriff-to-midriff, the distinct contrast between Reese's black vinyl bikini and Sarah's leopard print bikini quite striking underneath the bright house lights; they seemed to unspokenly agree how to begin their match. Tentatively, they raised their arms above their heads, slowly, slowly, with painstaking slowness. Reese's right fingers interlaced tightly with Sarah's left and then, with even greater slowness, they lifted their other hands and locked those fingers as well, setting the stage of a test of strength. They began to push and pull, slowly at first, then more fervently, as their feet shifted along the canvas for better purchase.

The visual was striking to say the least. Reese, tanned skin and blonde hair in stark contrast to her black bikini; Sarah, lighter skin and dark brown hair contrasted against her leopard print bikini, fingers locked in a test of strength. Thighs straining, shoulders tensed, the two women danced a sometimes almost imperceptible dance of subtle power shifts. Strength was Sarah's bread and butter, yet Reese was matching her, sometimes getting a slight advantage, sometimes Sarah getting the slight edge. The crowd was initially hushed as they locked up, but now was into it full tilt, appreciating the amount of energy these two women were forcing into that struggle and cheering on their favorite.

And then a subtle shift in the angle of their arms indicated that Reese had gained a slight advantage. Slowly buckling Sarah's legs, Reese shifted her pressure in a more vertical arc, now pushing down on her arms, fingers still locked together. Sarah's eyes widened as she felt herself being slowly forced to her knees. Slowly she slipped lower and lower, one knee finally touching the canvas. Like an electric shock, that touch of knee to mat sent a shockwave through the woman. Forcing renewed purpose into the resistance, she began to power back up off her knees, drawing cheers from her supporters. The sheer energy involved was clearly visible in the tenseness of her thighs, buttocks, back and shoulders. Slowly, Sarah rose off her knee and after more jockeying was able to once again regain her feet.

Realizing that her blonde opponent had just outmaneuvered her, Sarah tried a different angle. With their fingers still locked, she spread her arms wider, effectively narrowing the gap between their straining torsos. As she forced Reese's arms out to the side, Sarah also pushed down, bringing their hands down in the process. Finally spreading their arms so wide that there was very little space between them, Sarah bumped chests with Reese, her firm breasts pressing against Reese's. Using her muscular thighs for leverage, she slowly began to attempt to walk Reese backwards. Reese was equally determined not to be moved. Pushing back with her legs, she fought to regain the step she had lost. The power war forced the two women together, belly to belly. Black bikini top against leopard print, the force pressing their breasts up inside the material, bulging up in their respective tops. Nose to nose, Sarah could feel Reese's warm breath on her face, as Reese could feel hers as well.

Chuckling under her breath and grinning, she breathed softly to Reese, "mouthwash, hon," as she drove her boobs into Reese's chest with renewed energy; her thighs, ass and back forcing her slowly forward.

Refusing to be baited, Reese determinedly stood her ground as Sarah pressed forward, seeking to gain an advantage. She was instinctively aware that yielding to insults from her opponent would ultimately lead to defeat, so she blocked it out of her mind, remembering the important agenda of the moment was to channel her energy into the tight test of strength in which she and Sarah were engaged. The comment had no effect on her, Sarah realized, as Reese redoubled her efforts as if offering a response to the catty remark. The pneumatic blonde plainly noticed the expression on her face and wondered if she'd gained a moral victory just then. As Sarah's chest pushed its way into Reese's bust, so that their ample bosoms mushroomed between them, the sexy blonde was likewise aware that the intended effect of the movement was as psychological as well as tactical. It was obviously an effort to draw focus away from their mutual struggle. Looking straight into Sarah's eyes instead of the closed space between their breasts, Reese grinned wickedly at Sarah.

"Deodorant, hon," Reese intoned, letting Sarah know her strategies weren't working as she renewed the power her arms exerted into shifting the position of their arms again.

Reese's own considerably muscular arms bulged in rigid definition as they strained heavily against her opponent's. Her lithe and slender legs - likewise showing their sinewy and muscular strength as were the muscles in her back - remained firmly planted on the canvas, occasionally shifting their position to maintain the weight necessary to remain standing and counter the powerful efforts of her opponent. Her posterior - virtually naked, save for the black vinyl thong all but disappearing between each delectable cheek - was clenched tightly as Reese persisted in straining to counter the effort Sarah exerted to force Reese into a position of disadvantage. Eventually the arms of both combatants began to tremble in their exertions as Reese was successful in forcing them back up over their heads; slightly at first, then more violently as both women were pouring vast amounts of energy into forcing the other backward.

Opting to take advantage of their position, Sarah twisted her wrists so that her hands pushed downward against Reese's, her body unleashing a fresh burst of power to force Reese's voluptuous body down. Upon seeing that Reese was slowly beginning to sink to her knees, Sarah grinned at the black vinyl-clad blonde malevolently as she compounded on her efforts. The arms of both wrestlers were quaking like crazy as the monumental struggle continued. Reese's jaw was firmly clenched, her eyes narrowed as she found herself being slowly but surely pressed into a position where Sarah would be at liberty to press the advantage in whatever manner she wished. Reese soon found herself forced down to one knee much as Sarah had been just before.

In spite of this, Reese's fierce determination had not wavered in the slightest, even as it seemed Sarah was about to win this particular part of their contest. Lowering her head, she took two or three deep, deep breaths, filling her lungs to capacity with all the oxygen she could possibly take in as she prepared to mount her counterassault. It was a little something she learned from her match against Rose McGowan a while back, in another fed they were in. With a Herculean effort, she released a long, drawn out guttural groan as she began to push back at her adversary, forcing herself back off her knee and upward.... just enough so that she'd be able to execute the move she now did.

Using the other leg for leverage, Reese surged forward, lifting the leg she had been leaning on for support when Sarah forced her down to the mat, driving the heel of her foot directly into her unsuspecting gut. Then, Reese elected to utilize Sarah's own inertia against her, suddenly falling with her back to the canvas as she robbed Sarah of her balance, sending her larger body pitching forward, up over her head and down to the canvas behind her where Sarah landed with a loud, resounding THUD.

Taking the shortest moment for respite, Reese flipped herself over, using her legs for the inertia as her foe suddenly discovered Reese was straddling her prone body. Wasting no time, the lovely blonde actress shifted her lower body while she firmly retained her grip with her opponent's fingers so that her slender legs entwined themselves with Sarah's. Before Sarah knew what was happening, she was ensnared in a perfect textbook grapevine pin. Sarah's legs were completely immobilized and her shoulders were firmly pinned to the mat, but she could not be counted out. And it was apparent that Reese fully intended to hold her there for just as long as she wished. With Sarah's arms outstretched above her head, she had no leverage. To make matters worse, Reese leaned forward, planting her cleavage in Sarah's face, causing her to suck in breath.

The rub of vinyl on her face made her crazy, but she could do nothing about it. Rising up again, Reese was content to frustrate Sarah, countering every attempt she made to wrench her arms free or kick a leg out of Reese's hold. Reese seemed intent on demonstrating to all in attendance that she could dominate the brunette. Reese smiled knowingly as she looked down on the frustrated, seething woman. Sarah began to buck, bridging her stomach up into Reese's, the smack of flesh resonating through the arena. Twisting wildly from one side to the other, Sarah began a rhythmic fight for freedom. Reese was finding it increasingly difficult to contain the writhing fireball. She bucked and twisted her torso farther to each side, throwing Reese's center of gravity further off.

Finally, with Reese concentrating on keeping Sarah's legs entwined and arms on the mat, Sarah saw an opening and took it. She drove her forehead upward, smashing it into Reese's chin and neck, stunning the blonde for a moment. And a moment was all she needed. Arching her body in a bridge and twisting it, Sarah managed to throw Reese off, both women landing on their sides. Still gripping Reese's hands, she pulled her right knee up to her chest and thrust it out, driving her foot into Reese's waist, returning the favor for earlier. Now it was Reese's turn to exhale sharply as the heel drove into her gut. Rearing back her foot again, she drove it into her lower waist this time. Another expulsion of air and Sarah was finally able to pry her fingers free of Reese's talons. With Reese sucking air on the canvas, Sarah took a moment to collect herself. She started to rise to her feet via her knees. Seeing Reese starting to do the same, a bit slower, Sarah grabbed her hair and pulled her into a side headlock. Locking her neck under her right arm, Sarah applied pressure to Reese's throat, her thick arms tensing as she forced Reese to one knee. Grinding Reese's face into her side, the brunette mashed the side of her neck with her biceps and cinched her underneath the chin with her forearm.

Reese gasped for air as Sarah cinched the headlock tight around her head, practically smothering her with her side and biceps. The lack of oxygen was considerable as the brunette reveled in getting some payback for the position of disadvantage the blonde previously had her caught in. Using the knee resting on the canvas for leverage, she fought to set herself and her opponent up so that an effective counterattack could be launched against the dominant Sarah. The arm locked around her was robbing her of much needed oxygen as the brunette - perceiving the effect the headlock was having - squeezed tighter, as if quite eager to put the voluptuous blonde away early in full view of everyone present. Sarah smiled at the grunting sounds emanating from Reese's throat, pressing her side farther into Reese's face, smothering her further, fully enjoying the indisputable fact that she now had Reese exactly where she wanted her.

"What's the matter, Reese honey?" Sarah admonished. "Aren't you strong enough to break...OUT of this?"

She punctuated her question by cinching the headlock as tight as possible. Reese gave no answer, remaining on one knee as with her other she kept a foot firmly planted on the canvas beneath her, seemingly holding on with everything she had, refusing to accept the taunting Sarah was assaulting her with. Reese didn't appear to be budging; in fact it seemed as if she hadn't even heard the brunette. Steeling herself inside, she reawakened her resolve to force her opponent into a state of physical weakness.

"Well," she began, seeming to relent, "since I'm enjoying your pain so much, I might as well compound it!"

Sarah hauled Reese to both feet and proceeded to work the choke tighter still pressing her bosom into Reese's face as if demonstrating to Reese's supporters as well as Reese that she was indeed the better woman. Sarah walked her blonde adversary back and forth as she held Reese, smiling evilly, like a predator weakening its prey in preparation for having it for dinner. Sarah found she enjoyed the feeling of control over Reese's body in this fashion. As the brunette finally halted her determined step right behind the ropes, where she imagined that she was directly in the line of view of a large gathering of Reese's fans, she chose to shift her position alongside Reese, moving in back of her while she likewise shifted the position of the arm crushing her neck.

Now the brunette had her curvaceous blonde adversary tightly locked in a half-nelson from the rear. Standing behind Reese as she held fast her opponent, Sarah smiled that evil smile again at the throng of Reese's fans as if she was unspokenly saying, "Look at your woman NOW!" Little did Sarah know, however, that Reese was silently enduring the punishment being so mercilessly inflicted upon her, and biding her time so that she would finally be able to mount a counterattack. Now that her chance had arrived, she decided to take full advantage of it! The loud boos from Reese's fans directed at the brunette suddenly became frenzied cheers as Reese twisted her hands into claws and raked her long, sharp fingernails along Sarah's soft biceps and forearm.

As Sarah uttered a startled yelp, instinctively re-positioning her arms to alleviate the pain of Reese's nails clawing at her skin, Reese lowered her head so that her mouth was at level with the redhead's forearm. Immediately she opened her mouth, sinking her teeth as far as they would go into the forearm choking the breath from the lovely blonde. The agony from the bite shot upward along Sarah's arm and straight to her brain, where it exploded like a reactor with searing agony. Involuntarily, Sarah screamed as Reese reached one arm behind her, seizing a generous handful of her brown tresses, bending forward at the waist.... and uprooting Sarah from her position, sending the brunette sailing over her head and right out of the ring.

As Sarah fell the from over the top rope and all the way down to the hard floor outside the ring, Reese slumped on the top rope, fighting to regain oxygen at last, sucking in breath and struggling not to hyperventilate. Meanwhile, Sarah felt the full impact of her sudden tumble as she had fallen hard directly onto her back, and the back of her head. The unexpected series of motions took the brunette completely by surprise, while on top of that the fall had knocked the wind out of her besides dazing her considerably. As for Reese, she was still struggling to her feet, awash in the cheers of encouragement coming from her fans to shake all the cobwebs out. Naturally, it was taking Sarah a bit longer to regain her equilibrium.

When she decided that she could stand well enough so that it wasn't necessary to lean on the ropes, Reese slowly collected herself and slipped underneath the bottom rope, making a beeline toward Sarah who was still struggling to her own feet. Grabbing double handfuls of Sarah's hair, Reese delivered two sharp, stinging slaps with one hand to her opponent's face - first one cheek, then the other, as if saying, "Wake up, honey; I'm not finished with you yet" - before throwing her back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Sliding into the ring after Sarah, Reese approached her steadily, crawling on her hands and knees, as she once again seized her foe, as she grabbed hold of Sarah's left ankle with one hand and her left wrist with the other.

Sliding into position, Reese tightened her hands around the brunette's captured limbs as she drove her right foot into Sarah's side, and her left into Sarah's inner thigh. Taking a deep breath, Reese leaned backward, stretching Sarah back as far as she could in an excruciatingly painful bow-and-arrow submission. Sarah was in trouble, and she knew it. Her back radiating pain from hitting the concrete floor squarely, she fought the momentary panic that set in her head. Her arm and leg felt like they were bring wrenched from their sockets, while Reese ground her heel into her side and thigh, trying to weaken them while shooting pain through her body. Sarah knew she had to get out of this position, but Reese had her under control and didn't appear to be in a hurry to let her go any time soon.

Reese now smiled a benign, almost casual, smile as she systematically worked the hold, alternately pulling and slacking Sarah's arm and leg. Driving her heel up beneath the brunette's rib cage, Reese compressed her diaphragm, making breathing difficult, while twisting her heel into the muscle of her thigh. In spite of herself, a moan escaped Sarah's lips as Reese worked the hold to perfection. After grinding Sarah for what seemed like an eternity, Reese quickly lifted her right leg, pulling Sarah a little closer and striking her heel down sharply, landing a crushing blow to her defenseless midriff. Sarah shuddered as Reese's heel drove deep into her soft midriff, further driving the air from her. Again Reese raised the foot, then thrust it down again, plunging it even deeper into Sarah's waist. Her opponent's eyes went glassy as she convulsed in pain. A third strike ceased Sarah's thrashing as she gritted her teeth in pain and rage. So focused on her aching midsection, arm and thigh was Sarah that she didn't feel when Reese released her.

Rolling onto her side, Sarah clutched her waist with one hand and her side with the other. But it was not a moment too soon when Reese's shapely legs were slamming around her throat, locking together at the ankles and tightening around her windpipe. Sarah gasped as her breathing was cut off by the tight scissors and she attempted a kickout, but Reese had leaned back on her ankles and was pouring fierce pressure into the hold, summarily thwarting any effort on the brunette's part to break loose of the submission. The muscles in those shapely thighs bulged seductively as they constricted Sarah's neck, grinding their way into her windpipe as if Reese was encouraged by the sounds of her opponent coughing and gagging for breath.

Finally, satisfied that her adversary had been weakened beyond the point of retaliating for the time being, Reese finally released the painful scissor lock on her brunette adversary. The luscious blonde rolled away from Sarah's prone body as her agonized opponent lay there prostrated on the canvas, carefully favoring her neck as well as her aching side and midriff, the aftereffects of both submissions clearly showing on her face. Reaching a respectable distance between them, Reese propped herself against a turnbuckle, taking a few moments to completely regain her breath while she watched her foe writhing on the mat, then slowly rising to her feet, ascertaining the effect Sarah's previous hold had on her adversary.