After two grueling rounds of competition, eighteen women have been eliminated. There are now only six women left in the tournament. They are (in alphabetic order):
Hulya Avsar (Ms Turkey)
Sandra Bullock (Ms USA)
Maria Grazia Cucinotta (Ms Italy)
Liz Hurley (Ms England)
Aishwarya Rai (Ms India)
Shania Twain (Ms Canada)
To determine the single champion in a fair and even number of fights, the tournament now becomes double elimination for the remaining fights. Each woman will be guaranteed at least two more fights.
Italy vs. Turkey
USA vs. England
India vs. Canada
Italy vs. India
England vs. Turkey
USA vs. Canada
The other story tournament fans have been following
with nearly as much interest, is the on-going saga of Charlize
Theron (Ms South Africa) and her quest for revenge against the
women of 'Team Canada,' Twain and her covey of valets. The latest
move by the blonde was a phone call to Sandra Bullock who declined
saying, "I don't need a valet, at this time."
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Hulya Avsar (Ms Turkey) vs. Maria Grazia Cucinotta
(Ms Italy)
Maria Grazia Cucinotta boasted to her fans that she could beat
any woman left in the tournament with one hand tied behind her,
especially "that tubby little Turk!" The Italian fans
believed her and cheered her wildly, but the strain was showing.
Ms Italy still carried several battle scars from her savage battle
with Ms Argentina.
Still, the Italian amazon tried to shrug it off as best she could. She still carried a 'roman fasci' in the edible form of a huge long Italian sausage. The big salami had already been well flavored with the sweet pussy-juice of both Ms. New Zealand and Ms. Argentina. The triumphant Maria Grazia took a little nibble and said, "Mmmmm" as she promised fans she'd juice it up a little more with the ripe taste of Ms. Turkey.
Better yet for the Italian Amazon Maria Grazia, with huge profits pouring into Mujde Nylon Company due to Hulya Avsar's sponsorship, other nylon companies jumped into the act. Every nation that had a nylon factory was seeking to sign a contestant to promote their line of female leg wear. Ironically, Maria Grazia was a perfect candidate. The Italian company that produced Filodoro pantyhose signed her to promote their product.
Ms Italy promised the people at Filodoro Pantyhose she would regain the glamour of European nylons. Sales had plummeted after the beautiful French woman's humiliating defeat at the hands of Hulya Avsar. There were added inducements for the leggy Italian amazon to live up to her bold promise.
Now it was time to rumble. To a thundering concerto, out strutted Ms Italy, showing off her huge six foot frame in a red, green, and white mini dress, with sheer nude Filodoro pantyhose enhancing the gleam of her long muscled legs. When she was on her red high-heels, Ms Italy stood a towering 6 foot 4. Could any woman withstand her? The people at Filodoro certainly felt not. Just ask the beaten ladies from New Zealand and Argentina, who swore Ms Italy was not only the toughest woman they ever faced, she was also the heaviest at 160 pounds. Ms Italy, Maria Grazia Cucinotta, looked awesome!
In the stands on the Italian side was Maria's friend, the lovely Monica Bellucci cheering her on and also wearing a shade of Filodoro pantyhose. Monica was perched proudly, waving the big Italian salami turned pussy-pumper like a battle prize.
Then the mature, experienced, Ms Turkey entered and the crowd murmured, impressed by her large, thickly muscled legs and her pendulous breasts. Tough she was more than half a foot shorter, she was only a few pounds lighter. Hulya Avsar proudly showed off her short, stocky, power-packed frame in a low-cut Turkish flag design mini-dress, silky suntan color Mujde pantyhose and white high-heels.
At Ms Turkey's side was her new loyal valet, Sophie Marceau, the defeated Ms. France. After having saved Hulya from a bottle attack by Bjork, the beautiful Sophie was now the jewel of Hulya's harem. Tonight, Sophie was absolutely awesome entering the ring on Hulya's arm wearing a brief white mini-dress, sheer Mujde pantyhose and 5-inch heels.
The men of Mujde Company certainly looked impressed by Hulya's latest slave, and they certainly enjoyed the way Hulya put her on parade in their pantyhose too. But they only wished she'd send Sophie back to them for some servicing. Watching on direct satellite hook-up back at the Topkapi, the majestic men of Mujde had many reasons to smile; they were making a mountain of money on the power Hulya's thunder thighs. In addition, Hulya had graciously sent her beaten Mexican and Icelandic slaves to service them in the seraglio in any event.
Following behind the broad-beamed Ms Turkey and her French slave were her disciplined, very obedient friends and younger protégés, Hande Ataizi and Duygu Dikmenoglu. Both now in complete support of Hulya (after wavering slightly during Bjork's surprise attack) they once again proudly waved the Turkish victory banner. Attached to it of course were the inferior soiled, ripped pantyhose from Mexico, France, and Iceland.
In appreciation of her dominating display, Hulya's delirious fans cheered wildly. Then to surprise the crowd, Hulya carried a can of creamed corn into the ring as pre-fight festivities continued.
"What ever for?" the tall, younger Italian actress wondered.
Hulya demonstrated. She hiked her skirt and placed the can right between her big nylon thunder thighs. Then her body went into total spasm as her powerful legs clamped down even tighter. The vice-like grip was intense and soon the can began to give way. Suddenly, it burst as it was crushed to the breaking point, sending creamed corn spewing out both ends and smearing her powerful nylon encased legs. Then Hulya relaxed and let the crushed can fall to the canvass.
It was an intimidating show, but the cocky Maria Grazia scoffed, "Go clean your pantyhose you fat Turkish pig, or your little sponsor won't pay you!"
Miss Turkey smiled, stood her ground, and snapped, "I will make you clean them with your tongue, you big stupid ugly Italian slut!"
It was now time for Ms Italy and Ms Turkey to face up. These two amazons presented a close match. Maria was taller, but Hulya was stockier and more experienced. This would be a clash of the titans. Though Ms Italy was considered by many to be the early favorite, she was meeting stiff competition. In fact, Maria was still sore and hurting from her match with Gabriela Sabatini.
When the signal to start was heard, they each charged the other wildly. The big Italian amazon scored first, smacking Hulya on the cheek, but the lovely ladies were soon tangled in each others arms. Then Hulya's right arm exploded upwards, ripping a vicious uppercut to Miss Italy's chin. Maria gave with the punch, but blocked the powerful Turk's return crossing punch with her forearm. Now Maria's right fist slammed under Hulya's pretty chin, the solid Italian uppercut slamming her head skyward.
The next several minutes saw a flurry of punches by both female warriors. Each connected with solid multi-punch combinations, gaining and losing the initiative as the battle ebbed and flowed between them. Hulya's powerful left-right-left-right combinations were matched by Maria's right to the gut, a savage uppercut, then two wicked back-fists. Hulya staggered a bit, but she recovered fast and countered with a very hard left deep into Ms Italy's right tit. Ms Turkey took advantage of Italy's momentary pause to land two nasty left jabs to Maria's nose, then finished the combination with a devastating uppercut that seemed to come from the floor.
Maria Grazia staggered backward as Hulya smiled and closed in, more than ready to continue the beating. But the big Italian had other ideas, grabbing Hulya by the shoulders and ripping her knee with all her strength up under the Turk's skirt. Knee bone slammed pubic bone HARD and the Turkish warrior gasped in agony as she doubled over. Maria punched her Turkish foe erect with an uppercut and smiled as she saw a stream of blood spray off her rival's face as her head flew back.
The Italian actress stayed with the reeling Turk, punching her backward with a steady tattoo of blows, splitting open Hulya's stitches where Bjork's wine bottle broke on her head. Each Italian blow was measured carefully, and as Hulya was backpedaling, she tasted blood in her mouth from her smashed lips. She knew her nose was bleeding and her face was a mess, but she still tried desperately to set herself to counterattack.
Then Hulya's adrenaline surged! She counter-punched with growing effectiveness, getting the power from her thunder thighs into each blow. Fist after fist slammed into Maria's pretty face, turning it a bloody mess. Finally, Hulya punched her bitter rival until her back was on the ropes. But then the battered and bleeding Italian amazon countered and came back flailing. Back and forth they went, two powerful bleeding celebrities standing and trading punishing blows that would crush an ox.
Still upright, they clinched tight, big bodies pressed together, holding each other around the waist with one hand while yanking hair as hard as they could with the other. Heads were pulled back, their faces grimacing in pain. Their huge breasts pressed and squashed together beneath thin, silky tops. There was no sound save the short hurried breaths of two wild bloody international celebrities as they yanked each other around and around viciously. Each wanted to stop the pain but was unwilling to stop inflicting it on the other. As they danced around and around, the crowd noticed that the hand each woman had on the other was digging deep into her delicate outfit. After about five minutes, they broke apart and stopped for a second, panting and out of breath, their outfits clinging to their sweaty bodies like rags.
The bleeding beauties slowly moved toward each other and when they were about a foot away from each other, each reached out. The Turk grabbed for the Italian's big tits. As Ms Turkey grabbed Ms Italy's tits, she pulled off the remnants of Ms Italy's dress. Then Hulya dug in with all her might and tried to pull Maria Grazia to the floor by the boobs. The Italian movie star screamed in pain as she wrenched Ms Turkey's head by the hair, trying to get her down. However, Hulya kept a firm grip on Maria Grazia's proud 38DD breasts, pulling, pinching, kneading and squeezing them flat.
Finally, the deflated Miss Italy was able slip free of Hulya's grasp. The fighting became down and dirty as the bleeding celebrities from Italy and Turkey fought viciously in a tangle of arms, legs, and hair until their clothing lay strewn about the ring. Soon all that remained on both fighters was their ripped pantyhose. Corporate profits for the nylon sponsors hung in the balance.
Hulya was the shorter of the two women, but the power of her awesome thighs was showing. Maria's head suddenly disappeared between Ms Turkey's awesome tree-trunk legs, held firmly trapped by her big nyloned constrictors. Then Hulya's hand dove into Maria Grazia's crotch.
As the Turk ripped open her foe's cheap nylons at the crotch, the Italian actress let out a shriek that would wake the dead and started thrashing around. Hulya had put her foe in a combination head-scissors/clit clamp, squeezing her pussy lips as hard as she could while crushing her skull in her awesome thighs.
Yanking Maria up, Hulya kept one hand down in her bushy fur. As she ground away on Maria's head with intense pressure, Hulya kept a firm grip on the Maria Grazias pubic hair, giving it repeated healthy yanks. Maria Grazia continued screaming as she'd never screamed before, bucking wildly and thrashing. Still, she couldn't escape the crushing head-scissors.
Hulya had her clit, pinching it with one hand and twisting her tit with the other. The Turk had the Latin lady's big tit and she really put on the pressure, pushing down on her trapped tit while pulling up on the captured clit. Maria Grazia thrashed and kicked around for a while - until Hulya pounded her fist squarely into her gaping cunt. Then Miss Italy swooned in agony, but still Hulya kept up her attack, squeezing her head with those massive tree trunk thunder thighs and driving fist after fist into Maria's cunt until she was delirious.
Maria Grazia tried to squirm free but Hulya kept pounding her pussy. Hulya loved to bust cunts and break skulls!
"Stop!" Monica Bellucci screamed from the Italian sidelines, as she handed the Italian battle sausage to a friend for safekeeping.
"Shut up you pig!" answered Hande Ataizi, leaping up to stop Monica from entering the ring to interfere. Harsh words are exchanged, then Monica slapped Hande! Hande slapped her back and they grabbed each other's hair. A tug of war developed in the stands as Security was called to pull them apart.
Back in the ring, Hulya changed tactics and went back to work squeezing Ms Italy's coffee clit to force out its rich creamy nectar. "Maybe this will make you give up."
The cruel Turk squeezed Maria Grazia's throbbing clit, then probed her index finger into the hot, wet hole. A second finger followed and then the cruel Turk began to vigorously finger fuck her beaten Latin foe, doing as she pleased with her squirming, gasping body.
In desperation, Monica Bellucci tried to throw the big Italian sausage to Maria Grazia to use as a club to gain her freedom. What a mistake that proved to be! Hulya saw it and grabbed it first.
Ms Turkey took a little nibble and laughed, "Mmmm, let's juice it up a little more with a ripe taste of Italy!"
How humiliating for Italy! Instead of taking on the taste of a Turkish treat, the sausage was soon plunging in and out of Maria's hairy pussy, getting thoroughly flavored with the spices of Italy while rendering Maria useless. The roman fasci had become a Turkish battle prize and that wasn't all. Fight over. Ms Italy begged for mercy as she got pounded with her own cunt-buster of an enormous Italian sausage.
Keeping her pre-fight promise, Ms Turkey seated herself on Maria's bloody face, smearing creamed corn all over it. Maria Grazia got a Turkish treat as Hulya's hot cunt juice soaked through her panties and nylons, adding to the mess of creamed corn, smearing her make-up while giving her a ripe taste of Turkey.
Beaten and humiliated, Maria was reluctantly forced to lick the cream corn - cunt juice combination from Hulya's big legs, and clean her prized, popular Mujde nylons with her tongue in a humiliating tribute. While this was going on, Hulya's favorite slave, Sophie Marceau, entered the ring and peeled off the submissive amazon loser's ripped, jizz-stained Filodoro pantyhose, adding them as another streamer to the Turks victory banner.
Before the fight was over, Monica Bellucci tried to stop the humiliation to spare her friend. But Hande and Dyugu opposed her. Monica took a folding chair and first gave Hande a ringing 'concerto' of her own, then followed and gave Dyugu a chair shot to the head. She quickly collapsed with clanging confusion. In revenge, Monica filled their pusses with a big thick Italian fist, one for each, making them both moan. But it was all too late, Turkey won the match that counted.
Hulya's sponsors at Mujde went wild! Profits poured in after the pair of Italian pantyhose were strung up in tribute to Turkey. The unexpected victory over the Italian amazon sent sales soaring. Profits from pantyhose sales poured in and they held another wild victory party in the Topkapi that evening! The Italian sausage became another battle trophy, and was used vigorously on both Bjork and Salma Hayek, among other things, back in the Turk's seraglio. Sophie however, spent the night in bed with the victor Hulya. Ears still ringing, and pussies throbbing, Hande and Dyugu had to be satisfied with only each other to play with.
The only consolation for the Italians was that this
wasn't an elimination match. As the big Italian beauty sat and
sobbed in humiliation, she gave thanks her loss wouldn't send
her to the seraglio. She swore to do much better next time. Maria
Grazia soon raised her head proudly, swearing revenge. Monica
kissed her and begged forgiveness for not assisting her as a good
Latin valet should. Maria knew Monica had done her best, downing
two Turks. She kissed her warmly and they quickly began planning
for their next match.
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Sandra Bullock (Ms USA) vs. Liz Hurley (Ms England)
Covering the contest for CNN was beautiful Paula Zahn, while the
lovely Lara Logan reported on events for the BBC. At one promotion,
Lara Logan ran a news story claiming the 'War of Independence'
was about to be fought all over again, this time led by British
beauty Liz Hurley. Just then the CNN's Paula Zahn entered the
room and sneered. The two gorgeous reporters began jostling for
the best camera angle. Suddenly, the two beautiful news reporters
started their own war of independence, getting into a rip-roaring,
hair-pulling catfight trying to get their cameramen into the best
position. By the time the time the cameras stopped rolling nothing
was decided but on both sides the reporters hair was a mess, make-up
was smeared and blouses were torn wide-open exposing bra straps.
Pre-fight festivities and promotions were everywhere. At one celebrity event, English matron Kate O'mara bitch-slapped American Linda Evans and made her cry. A little later, the Spice Girls crossed paths with the Dixie Chicks and rounded them up like captured cattle. Thereafter the three American country crooners disappeared for a time into British custody, the pushy plump one getting her big fat ass spanked roundly by Sporty Spice!
While the parties were getting nasty, the American and English combatants remained focused and trained hard for the match. On the American side, boxer Mike Tyson offered to give Ms America a few "tips." However, in payment for his services, he demanded a "date" with Bullock's young valet Britney Spears. Sandra scoffed and instead offered up the more mature, yet equally reluctant, sub-valet Vanna White. Mike just shrugged, rudely grabbed the big-breasted blond letter turner, threw her over his shoulder and carried her off kicking and squealing to the nearest hotel-room where he nibbled her ear - and more!
After Mike left with Vanna, Laila Ali showed Sandra some more delicate techniques. Everyone in America was 100% percent behind Bullock and she didn't want to disappoint her fans. With the high-kicking Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders joining Team USA, it was to a thundering ovation.
Meanwhile, the haughty Brits just snickered at the Yank's patriotic display. After all, the pre-fight festivities were all going England's way. The soccer hooligans were especially loud when the Spice Girls spanked the Dixie Chicks in public - and twice as loud when Sporty Spice spanked the little blonde chubby one's plump posterior, painting the prudish one's bum pink. The soccer hooligans roared even louder as the beautiful Spice Girls led the naked, red-bottomed Dixie Chicks around the ring on a leash, before locking them in a ring-side cage to further humiliate the now silent Yanks.
Finally, the match proper was about to begin. The English fans cheered their tall, super-model type actress Liz Hurley who did the sexy Suffolk side-step as she marched like a bold Brit Brigadoon center stage in a sexy Hussar uniform. Liz looked awesome in a dazzling short red coat with gold trim, tall fuzzy black helmet, black pantyhose and black boots. Appreciative English fans let loose with loud wolf-whistles.
Facing her was everyone's favorite American girl-next door, Sandra Bullock, who disco-danced out showing shapely thighs in a short, sexy blue US cavalry jacket with yellow braid, blue cap, tan pantyhose and black boots. The American fan favorite looked hot and sexy and ready to do battle cowboy style. In her corner, young Britney Spears and her consorts Jennifer Aniston, Faith Hill, Jennifer Lopez, Mariah Carey, Sarah Michelle Gellar - even the recently pummel-fucked Vanna White - looked sexy and menacingly at the Spice girls, who kept the misfortunate Dixie Chicks enslaved at ringside.
At the signal to start, the gorgeous English red coat and the American blue-jacket beauty leapt at each other like wild animals. The jackets tore away at first impact and the delicate front of the tall English woman's red coat was ripped wide open with a savage swipe. There was a flash of the beautiful English's impressive 36D breasts as her Union Jack teddy split open. Liz was shocked, embarrassed and outraged.
Turning on the American cavalry girl-next-door, Liz lunged, slashing with her fists. Fight fans on both sides grew quiet and watched intently as the respective national champions went at it with their arms swinging wildly. Both babes got battered badly, yet they remained toe to toe, flailing like windmills. The British red-coat and the American blue-jacket went breast-to-breast like a pair of gun boats blazing away at each other. They smacked each other as hard as girls can, but Sandra finally caught Liz with a nasty uppercut that brought tears to her pretty British eyes.
It all happened so fast. Mike Tyson and Laila Ali had taught Sandra well! Punching and slapping soon gave way to hair-pulling as long brown locks were caught and pulled. The ferocity increased as the two fighters tangled up, falling to the carpet. Their shapely hips ground into each other as they rolled around the mat in a tight clinch. In moments their torn military-style jackets were riding high, exposing long, lean legs.
Proud American fans watched with growing interest as Sandra's well muscled legs clamped tight around Liz's torso and squeezed. In a demonstration of power, the girl-next-door actress from American lifted and spun, slamming her cute foe from England hard to the canvass. Liz wailed in agony as she beat her fists on the nylon pythons entrapping her. Sandra had finely honed her skills training in catfights on the mean streets of Hollywood - just ask Vanna White, Claudia Schiffer or Sung Hi Lee!
Proudly representing England, Liz just as experienced a fighter. She found herself at no disadvantage despite the punishing leg scissors. Liz continued to struggle with proud English defiance until she finally made good her escape.
Securing headlocks, they bulldogged each other to the carpet. In a bitter test of strength, Sandra applied a crushing chin-lock making the British beauty grimace. Straining to break free, Liz pushed clear, but was caught by the remnants of her English red coat and flipped over backward. Sandra kept a firm grip on Liz's torn outfit, dragging the towering English actress around like a rag-doll.
In the process Sandra jerked hard and furious at her fallen foe's red garment which eventually gave way. The defrocked English actress was exposed like a cheap stripper that only Hugh Grant would chase. Liz sensed doom if she were beaten and she fought back desperately, lashing her lovely legs in mute defiance as Sandra pounced.
Sandra was annoyed by Liz's continued resistance and she bore in all the more determined. But the leg kicks kept Sandra off balance and the British beauty hunkered down in her bunker. Still, resourceful Sandra had something for the British bunker babe too. Climbing to the top rope, Ms America leapt high up in the air and came crashing down with her knees first with her patented "bunker buster bomb!"
KAPOW!
Once the determined girl-next-door from American broke through Liz's defenses she splattered Ms. England across the mat. Sandra pinned and straddled the helpless Hurley in a school-girl press. Unable to move or defend herself, the doomed British beauty gasped in defeat.
Smackity smack-smack!
The beating was over, now the humiliation began. There was no doubt who was in control as Sandra snapped Liz into position by her panties. In the process, the squirming English actress was drawn over Sandra's knee helpless, with Sandra in total control spanking her naked up-turned ass real hard.
Smackity, smack, smack . . .
"Had enough bitch?" Bullock bullishly barked.
"Yes!" sobbed Liz. "Yes I have!"
Liz' red coat was replaced by her two blazing red buns. Like Liz herself, the English soccer hooligans were now hushed and humbled. Now, it was time to give the captive Dixie Chicks their independence. The Spice Girls demurred but proud young Britney Spears bravely led the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders in a high kicking cavalry charge. The cheerleaders' white boots brought down the battered Brits and left them pummeled in a kicking circle while Britney freed the overjoyed American prisoners.
After that, Britney, Faith Hill, Mariah Carey, Jennifer Lopez and Whitney Houston embraced one another and the Dixie Chicks. The sultry singers led the delirious fans in a rousing edition of 'God Bless America.' While the Americans rejoiced with song, Mike Tyson snatched Kate Omara, threw her over his shoulder and carried her kicking and squealing to the nearest hotel-room where he nibbled on her ear - and whatever!
The American victory celebration didn't last long.
Sandra quickly turned her attention to the most important contest,
the one coming up against the cross-border rival Canadians. She
knew her loyal American fans would be deeply humiliated if she
failed to destroy the gorgeous and pesky Ms Canada. All effort
was put into preparation for the fight of her life against the
winner of the match between Shania Twain.
****
Aishwarya Rai (Ms India) vs. Shania Twain (Ms Canada)
Many considered it a joke that Shania Twain had made it so far.
Certainly Shania's first victim, Ms. South Africa, Charlize Theron
was one them. Since losing to sexy Shania in the first round,
Charlize hadn't lost her fighting spirit nor her desire for revenge
on the Canadians. She faithfully watched every match, scouting
and rating each fighter's strengths and weaknesses.
That wealth of knowledge made Charlize a valuable consultant,
but there was something else that added to her value; she had
the captive Natasha Henstridge as her personal slave. After serving
as Sung Hi Lee's slave, Charlize knew how to exact complete obedience,
especially with torture sessions spanning several days. The Canadian's
attempts to find and free their countrywoman Natasha during this
time proved futile.
With Canada preparing to face India next, Charlize figured it was time to pay a visit to Team India with her new slave in tow. Charlize visited Bollywood where she presented Natasha Henstridge to a famous Bollywood Producer. The captive Canadian actress was immediately put to work in a film in anticipation of the up-coming "victory party." Even newcomer Vicek Oberoi was given a part, mounting the naked Natasha like he owned her, driving his dark desi dong deep into the conquered Canadians cunt. For her delivery of the beautifully reluctant Canadian slave, Team India rewarded Charlize by appointing her an honorary valet which entitled her to sit ringside with Aishwarya's other supporters.
Aishwarya's main valets fawned over her as they prepared her for battle. Madhuri Dixit lovingly pulled on her stockings and tenderly clasped them to her garter-belt. When Charlize tried to warn Ms India about some of Shania's tactics, Aishwarya just shrugged her off with a flick of her long, well-manicured fingers.
"I need help from a South African loser," the imperious desi doll huffed dismissively, giving a haughty flip of her dark tresses.
Charlize was royally snubbed and cursed softly under her breath, "OK bitch, whatever! I just don't want to see you end up hog-tied the way I was with those precious stockings of yours."
Aishwarya's dark eyes flashed as her head snapped around and she glared at Charlize. "What was that, you pale bitch?"
"Nothing," Charlize said after a moment of hesitation. "I just said I didn't want you to end up hog-tied like I was."
Before Charlize could say anything more, Madhuri
Dixit grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.
Wagging a finger under Charlize' chin, Madhuri warned her to,
"Stay away from ma'am sahib Rai if you know what's good for
you. You're only here because you pimped your blond whore to that
producer. If it were up to me, YOU'D be the one getting stuffed
instead of her. Stay in your place and keep your mouth shut or
I'll put you in your place. Now get out there and go sit with
the other spectators. We don't need your kind here."
Once again the beautiful brunette Shania Twain strutted out of her dressing room to yelps and wolf-whistles. The gorgeous Canadian country-singer was a spectacularly and sexy sight in a white top with small maple-leafs over each breast, a red miniskirt, nude pantyhose and flashy white boots. She was clearly the fan favorite, but the taller Indian woman was clearly the betting favorite among the experts. But, as Charlize Theron well all too knew, the feisty Canadian cutie always seemed to find a way to win her fights!
Shania didn't want to disappoint her rapidly expanding fan club. Replacing the disappointing girls national dance team Shania brought in an all-star contingent of sexy Canadian Football League cheerleaders from Toronto, Montreal, Calgary, Winnipeg, and Vancouver. The 'All Star Team' of cheerleaders presented a cheeky challenge to their southern neighbors. The move was an obvious taunt to Canada's bitter rivals, the Americans, who had recently added the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders to Sandra Bullock's Team USA.
Although Natasha Henstridge had disappeared - enslaved by the pesky Charlize Theron - Shania seemed unconcerned by the loss of the big blonde from her large retinue. Shania was determined not to let her loyal fans down and she still had her core support, the gorgeous 'Blonde Bombshell Bookends' Pam Anderson and Trish Stratus as well as Shania's pretty personal plaything, pop diva Celine Dion.
Once Shania and her large contingent were settled in the ring the lights dimmed and music began to play as the announcer introduced Ms India, the beautiful Bollywood actress, Aishwarya Rai. The crowd cheered as Ms India paraded around in her silk silwar-kameez, Indian manufactured 'Sunsilk' stockings and white high-heels. Aishwarya was delighted by the opportunity to have a go at the delicious Canadian singer and the lusty desi felt a tingle in her crotch as she studied Shania's firm figure, already forming plans for an intensive 'fun-filled' finish with her.
Also ogling Shania was Vicek Oberoi, who was molesting a tearful, squirming Natasha Henstridge at ringside while Charlize Theron sat next to her grinning proudly. Grinning even more were the bold, brazen Bollywood ball busters who spied Bryan Adams sitting on the Canadian sidelines and began to drool.
Snarling like wildcats, the two sexy celebrities met center ring. Ms India attacked like a serpent while Ms Canada appeared more comfortable being catlike, hissing, slapping and punching. The pretty ladies battered each other back and forth, angry and defiant, fists flailing back and forth and legs whipping at one another. Finally, Aishwarya pasted Shania with a nasty slap that sent her spinning back on her heels. The desi actress moved in at once, but cautiously this time. Once in range, Aishwarya fired a savate kick at the gorgeous Canadian singer. Her spike heels were sharp as razors and though the kick just missed Shania's sultry body, it neatly sliced open her red miniskirt exposing Shania's Canadian flag design panties. Shania spun out of range barely avoiding Aishwarya's second searing savate kick. Aishwarya ran Shania down and made a slashing attack with belly blows, her hard fists thumping into Shania's famous bare midriff several times as the Indian fans rose to their feet.
"That's it!" Charlize screamed at Ms India. "Keep it up! Kill the slut!"
Unfortunately, Aishwarya again ignored Charlize' advice and Ms Canada had time to regroup. She backhanded Aishwarya across the face to stop her advance, then slapped her again. They traded slaps but soon their slapping and thrusting turned to hair-pulling. On both sides, long silky strands of carefully coifed hair were caught and pulled every which way. The scene raged back and forth until the pretty female fighters tangled up, falling to the mat with their hips grinding and thumping.
In seconds, their shapely nylon legs were intertwined, thighs straining, calves tensed. Neither seemed able to dominate the other for long, and things slowly evolved into a nasty battle of attrition. Shania grabbed Aishwarya's head and twisted the desi dame's body downwards, trapping her in a headlock. Aishwarya wasn't about to quit, however, and she grabbed the Canadian beauty by the hair. As Shania was forced to pull back in pain, Aishwarya grabbed the remains of Shania's blouse, ripping it right off the surprised singer.
In a rough tit-for tat move, Shania grabbed Aishwarya's silwar-kamez and, after a few moments of pulling, tugging and tearing, it too came peeling off in a shower of cloth. Unconcerned about her loss of covering, the well-focused undefeated woman from the Orient angrily cracked the white beauty with a sharp slap across the face. Shania cursed as she rocked back and then lunged forward, catching a fistful of long dark tresses. She gave the dark locks a nasty yank while Aishwarya retaliated entwining her fingers in Shania's brunette tresses. The two women grimaced in pain as they wrenched each other down by the hair.
Fans from both continents rose and cheered as the two firm bodies compressed tightly, soft breasts squashing together, slippery nylon clad legs tangled, their bodies arched as each strained for dominance.
Finally Aishwarya caught Ms Canada by her skimpy white bra. There was a sharp twist followed by a snap! Shania's bra was torn open, and two nice big Canadian tits spilled out. Shania gasped and her fans cursed, but the vixen from India smacked her lips and immediately went for Shania's exposed melons. Dark desi digits locked on target, but instead of viciously squeezing the supple white tit-flesh, Aishwarya began to squeeze and knead the Canadian beauty's big boobs, as if to test her limits.
Aishwarya was not only working over Shania's tits methodically, she was obviously becoming aroused doing it. Supple hands kneaded, twisted, squeezed and yanked Shania's fleshy bosom while Shania's body lay back to rest and recover. Squeezing away with intense pleasure, Aishwarya began to playfully pluck the gorgeous Canadian singer's rosebud nipples. Lowering her head to Shania's neck, Aishwarya began to lick and kiss, even giving Shania a hickey.
Charlize couldn't believe what she was seeing! Aishwarya was in control of the fight, yet it looked like she was more interested in neck-nibbling and titty-playing than fighting. Just when she seemed to have Shania beaten, the delirious desi dame had changed her tactics. Instead of torturing the beautiful Canadian's boobs Aishwarya was massaging and plucking them in a sensual manner. Even Shania couldn't help but notice the dampness in her opponent's crotch as it pressed and rubbed hard against her own. There was little Shania could do to stop things as Aishwarya continued to fondle her breasts while humping and grinding her. It seemed Aishwarya had been overcome by her gorgeous opponents sexuality when she trapped Shania with a lip-lock.
"Mmmm, let me taste that lip-gloss of yours!" Aishwarya demanded. She couldn't help herself. "Mmmmmmmm . . . smack" Aishwarya Rai gave Shania Twain a lusty kiss on the lips.
"Finish her off first!" Charlize yelled, rising from her seat and throwing her program at the ring. "Finish her, THEN have your way with her you stupid cow!"
Madhuri Dixit, sitting behind Charlize, extended her leg over the back of the seat and kicked Charlize in the ass, sending her sprawling on the cement, skinning her knees. "Shut your mouth bitch," she screamed over the roar of the crowd. "Don't you know anything? Cows are sacred!"
Inside the ring, the amorous Aishwarya once again ignored Charlize' sage advice, although she was certainly determined to keep the squirming Canadian beauty in her place. Shania went into a full body spasm as Aishwarya struggled to keep her immobile with a cobra clutch. Shania's pretty face contorted in anguish, while Aishwarya couldn't help but get even more sexually aroused until she reached the boiling point. Shania looked helpless under the strain of the cobra clamp. Reaching down, Ms India ripped open the crotch of Ms Canada's pantyhose, then tore her Canadian flag-design panties off. Aishwarya proudly waved Shania's panties in the air for a few moments while her fans roared and cheered.
All except Charlize who shouted, "No you fool! Stop playing around and finish her off!"
Still Aishwarya ignored her advice and, as much for her own pleasure as that of her desi fans, she spread the beautiful Canadian's sexy legs wide, exposing a lush Canadian beaver. Aishwarya could barely contain herself as she plunged a finger into the moist opening. No one, not even Shania, was more turned on than the lusty Bollywood actress. She felt the rush and building excitement of arousal as she dominated this uppity white woman. Aishwarya's own panties quickly were soaked with her cum as she climaxed.
But despite being flat on her back, her legs spread and her feet waggling in the air, Shania was far from finished! Somehow, she was able to weather the Indian celebrity's sex attack and then surprise her with a devastating counter-attack. Shania caught Ms India when she was her most vulnerable, right in the middle of a multiple orgasm. And did she ever catch her!
Whump!
While Aishwarya was gushing spunk, Shania squirmed free and drove a wake-up fist right into Aishwarya's spurting cunt. The sharp pain emanating from her desi pleasure dome stunned Ms India who groaned and opened her legs for just a second as she reached down to care for her punished pussy. In that brief second, sexy Shania slammed a silky knee fast and hard up between them. Giving Shania that opening was a costly mistake for Aishwarya though she still struggled to stay in control.
However, the feisty Canadian cutie was starting another of her by-now-famous come-backs which made Charlize and the other Indian fans howl in shock, disappointment and outrage. Ms India swooned grimacing as she toppled over on her back on the mat. As Aishwarya struggled to regain her senses, the clever Canadian climbed to the top-rope and leaped off, leading with her knee that slammed hard between the Bollywood bimbo's parted gams into her pubic bone.
Whhhhump!
Shania scored with another of her crushing Canadian cunt-busters!
The Canadian fans began to roar at the sudden, surprising turn of events. Desi fans sat in stunned silence as a flurry of fists rained down on Aishwarya, the last punishing blow busting her beautiful beak. There was blood everywhere when Aishwarya crashed to the mat, flat on her back and out of action. Shania had brought Aishwarya Rai's undefeated ranking to a crushing end.
Her fans were going wild as Shania quickly stripped Aishwarya of her Sunsilk stockings and hog-tied her with them in her signature move. It all happened so fast the furious Indian fans felt they'd been cheated. And so did Charlize who stood on her seat and encouraged the irate Indian's to attack the unsuspecting, celebrating Canadian fans and valets. The bevy of Bollywood Ball Busters made a b-line for Bryan Adams and the CFL Cheerleaders sprang into action to defend him. The Canadian women's unison high kicks were soon bashing Madhuri, Urmilla, Tabu and Raveena from pillar to post.
Ignoring that mix-up, Charlize sought out and hunted down her next prey, Celine Dion. Complete oblivious - to the danger that is - Celine was making her way to the ring in an elegant chiffon designer dress to sing the Canadian national anthem when suddenly, a hand reached around from behind and clamped over her mouth. With only a single muffled cry, Celine was dragged out of the arena kicking and flailing by the vengeance-seeking Charlize Theron.
Otherwise, as no-one except Shania and her friends could have anticipated, Team Canada was still going strong. Although she denied she was surprised by it, Shania admitted to being thrilled with her undefeated record. She now heartily endorsed everything from hair-spray to lip-gloss to pantyhose. Although Celine Dion had mysteriously disappeared - it wouldn't be until the next day when they saw the video tape that the Canadians discovered Charlize was responsible - Shania's new cheerleaders had proved themselves to be a formidable force. They claimed to be, "ready and eager" to face the famed Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders and, "… run them out of town on a rail."
Ms Canada, Shania Twain was also more than ready
to meet and beat her bitter rival, Ms USA, Sandra Bullock. Both
entourages were preparing for an all-out war that seemed to dominate
the news. Frankly, all the attention on Canada and the USA was
making the other four remaining entrants a little jealous. Only
time will tell if so much focus on this one match may prove the
undoing of Ms Canada, Ms USA or perhaps of both! Read on to find
out….
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In the next of the double elimination rounds, the
match-ups would be:
Italy vs. India
England vs. Turkey
USA vs. Canada