The debate had raged on for quite some time and the longer it had continued the more it had seemed like the question would remain unanswered as the much anticipated showdown kept on getting postponed for various reasons. This had only added fuel to the fire; each time one woman would back out of the fight, the other's supporters would term this a show of fear and an admission of their favorite's superiority. They were wrong. Neither Karen nor Stacy felt any fear of the other and their reasons for putting off their clash were of entirely different nature. They knew they would meet eventually, but each one wanted this to happen on her terms and at a time when she would be best prepared for it.

Not that they had been sitting idly during the days leading up to their "Big Fight"; each had been involved in a spat of her own. At a party at the Playboy Mansion, Karen had tangled with fellow PMOY Jenny McCarthy and had overcome some spirited resistance by the crafty blonde to finally make the latter submit. For her part, Stacy had made another appearance - her second one - on the wildly popular show "Fighting With The Stars", in which she had taken on Catherine Bell and after a fierce battle had managed to subdue and conquer the buxom brunette with a brutal Head Scissors/Crotch Claw combination.

But that was all in the past as far as Karen and Stacy were concerned. Now that they had finally found themselves standing face to face on the beach, the only thing that mattered to each woman was the total destruction of the other. Each had her reasons for wanting to beat her opponent today, and at least for one of them those reasons went beyond bragging rights and Muscle Beach dominance - something that a victory in this fight would guarantee. Even though it had been a good few years, Karen had not forgotten her ill-fated attempt at joining the WWE back in 2004. She had entered the Diva Search with confidence, easily winning the local try out in Los Angeles and moving onto the elimination stages. There, she had quickly become one of the favorites and had been heavily tipped to win.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t made it through the third and final round to become eligible for TV voting and the honors of being chosen the overall winner had eventually gone to Christy Hemme. Many had found her elimination downright inexplicable, but not Karen herself. There was no mystery as far as she was concerned; she knew exactly what had happened and how. Almost from the very first day of the search she had somehow managed to run afoul of then current Divas Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson, and although little had been said or done, she just knew that it had been those two that had ultimately screwed her over. She had no doubts that they had perceived her as a clear threat to their status as resident bombshells and had acted quickly, using their considerable sexual "clout" on the company Chairman to have her ousted form the competition. And even though she felt that things had worked out just fine for her without the WWE job, such a dirty play by a couple of blonde bitches was something Karen could not easily forget or forgive. She had finally succeeded in exacting her revenge on Torrie by defeating and humiliating the Idaho-born fitness queen in their Muscle Beach fight, but this was never going to be enough. She wanted Stacy. She was certain the former Nitro Girl had been the mastermind behind her being ousted from the search.

In her opinion, Torrie was too dumb to act on her own - even in something as simple as offering sexual favors to gain an end - and had been a tool for Keibler. Her convictions strengthened by the face that Stacy herself had never even bothered to deny the accusations, Karen had the leggy Baltimore native pegged as the main culprit and the main target of her wrath. And matters had certainly not been helped by Stacy showing up on the beach and mocking Karen after her fight with Torrie. Not only that, but she had actually had the nerve to get physical and make the most of the Playmate's battle fatigue to take her down and pin her in the most demeaning fashion, thus ruining Karen's moment of triumph. Now Karen wanted vengeance and she wanted it badly. She could still remember the sensation of being pinned flat on her back under Stacy, the blonde bitch’s near burning-hot ass on her chest, crushing her breasts, and the feeling of utter helplessness and humiliation this caused her. Now, she intended to make Stacy pay for everything. She promised herself she would not let the former WWE Diva off the beach before she had thoroughly beaten and humiliated her and made her apologize in front of everyone.

Stacy on the other hand really wanted to see Karen finally put in her place. She had felt instant animosity towards the Playmate from the very moment the latter had shown up to try for the WWE job and that animosity had just grown from there. By now she simply could not stand the sight of Karen and was absolutely fed up with seeing her lording it over the beach like she owned the place or something. She had watched Karen notch up victory after victory, thus cementing her place as the Alpha Female on Muscle Beach, and had become more and more resentful of the fit, sexy brunette with each win. Already jealous of Karen in the way that every attractive woman is jealous of every other attractive woman, Stacy was really irked by the brunette's seemingly endless string of fighting successes on the beach and wanted to see it end - even if she had to end it herself. She had a highly competitive side to her, and with that side having been brought to the fore by Karen's continuous display of dominance, she was burning to prove that she was better than the Playmate. That was the main reason she had stepped up to issue her challenge after Karen's fight with Torrie. She had simply been unable to bare watching Karen gloat over yet another defeated foe and had felt the overwhelming desire to wipe the superior smirk off her face.

Once she had confronted Karen - rashly, even in her own opinion - that had been that! There was just no turning back from there. She had too much pride to ever back out of a fight, no matter whom she had to face. And it was not like she wanted to back out of this one either. Karen's impressive record on the beach did not worry her any, nor did the brunette's recent victory over Torrie. Stacy had had her share of fights and victories, plus she too had beaten Torrie and on more than one occasion to boot. She was sure she could take Karen, and was in fact looking forward to finally giving her a richly deserved hiding.

Standing face to face a few yards apart, the two sexy rivals stared hard at each other ready to do battle. Apart from their quickened breathing and heartbeats - something perfectly understandable given the circumstances - both appeared very calm and supremely confident. Still, even though each was certain she would win, neither was even thinking of underestimating her opponent, and they both opted to sit back initially, each waiting for the other to make a wrong move.

"C'mon, Keibler!" Karen said suddenly, looking to goad her foe into some hasty actions "I thought you were up for fightin' me! Wassamatter, lil' Miss Legs afraid she'll get her ass kicked?" Twisting her lips in a derisive little smile, the brunette adjusted the top of her bright red bikini, her eyes never leaving the other woman for a moment.

"Wrong." The tall blonde clad in a sky-blue bikini replied, also watching her rival carefully. "Kickin' is usually done with the legs, and, as you've correctly noted yourself, I've got more than what it takes in that department - much more!" Here Stacy ran her fingers teasingly up and down her long, shapely thighs, smiling contentedly as whistles and catcalls abounded all around.

"Hmmm..." Karen leaned back from the waist, at the same time tilting her head to one side and running her eyes up and down Stacy's lower body. "Your legs are kinda good, true, but there seems to be somethin' wrong with them..." She frowned, then her face cleared. "Got it! They're upside down is what it is! But don't worry, sweetie; we'll soon fix that lil' problem. If you'll kindly scream and squirm for me, I promise I'll rip 'em off and shove 'em up your scrawny ass, feet first!"

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy in that annoyin' bat-like squeak you call a voice?" Stacy asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Am I jealous?" Karen frowned again, her pretty face a picture of concentration. "I'm sorry, you lost me there. Jealous of what? Your legs? Or maybe your ass?" She laughed. "Please! According to the latest surveys, a hundred percent of...umm, let's see... EVERYBODY, EVERYWHERE, think my ass is ten times better than yours! And as for those stilts you move around on and are so dam' proud of - I already told you what will happen to them! No one will think your legs are all that great when you aren't able to walk on them - which you won't be, once I'm through with you!"

"Well, at least you got one thing right: I won't be able to walk when this is over." Stacy said. "That'll be pretty much impossible to do while I'm sittin' on your face! That way you'll finally get to see who owns the best ass around here!"

The hoots and laughs which had gotten progressively louder with each statement made by the two women had barely begun to die down when Stacy suddenly stepped up and lashed out with her right leg in a thrust-kick, her heel slamming into Karen's belly. It happened so fast that Karen was almost caught off guard. She did manage to tighten her well-developed abs at the last moment, but the kick was so powerful that she still got hurt and backed off with a low groan, bending forward a little. Stacy quickly moved to follow up, but checked herself in mid-stride and then stepped back, seeing that Karen had already recovered. Circling to the left, the blonde kicked again, her right leg slashing the air in a wide, sweeping arc, her foot smacking resoundingly off the outside of Karen's left thigh. Karen sucked in her breath with the sharp, stinging pain, seemed to want to attack, but then hesitated and received another kick on the exact same spot.

"What's wrong, Karen?" Stacy asked smugly. "Wait, I can answer that one! You're way too old, way too slow, and way too scared to fight me! Take my advise and give up now! We both know you're gonna lose; at least have the brains to get this over with quickly and save yourself some embarrassment and plenty of pain!"

"I'll show you old and slow, you uppity lil' bitch!" Karen growled as she sprang forward.

Stacy tried to kick her charging foe in the stomach, missed, and ended up flat on her back underneath Karen, who had slammed into her at full tilt. She did not lose her composure, though, and almost instantly heaved upwards, rolling over and getting on top of Karen. Not to be outdone, Karen rolled over in turn, regaining top position and tried to straddle the squirming blonde but all she got for her effort was her eyes raked by Stacy’s sharp claws. Karen flinched with a squeal and in the next moment, Stacy’s powerful bucking unseated the Playmate and sent her toppling onto her side.

Getting to their feet, the woman squared off and began circling each other near the edge of the surf. They were breathing even quicker now, their chests heaving rapidly up and down, their toned bodies glistening with sweat and shaking with tension. Both were as determined to fight as ever, though, their initial tangle having settled some of their pre-fight nerves and given each one a much clearer idea of just what she was up against. Neither was particularly shocked by what she had found out. Each was certain she would win.

Karen was perhaps the slightly more surprised the first few seconds of the fight. She’d never thought of underestimating Stacy - she could see the ex-Diva was in excellent physical shape - and she was well aware of her impressive catfighting record with victories over many formidable foes. And Karen hadn’t forgotten the time in the Diva Search when she (and the other contestants) had climbed into the ring during rehearsals "to be shown the ropes." It had been Stacy who had done the showing and Karen's memories were far from being fond. So, although she’d never admit it, she knew Stacy could be a very dangerous opponent and that those who dismissed the tall blonde as ‘just a decent pair of legs’ oughta be strapped in chairs and beaten with hammers by the Stupidity Police!

But even so, Karen had still learned something from their first clash that had made her estimate of her rival go up several notches. The bitch was strong - not freakishly so, but certainly a lot stronger than her slim build would suggest - and she could move surprisingly quickly for someone of her height. She seemed very resolute too, and that, combined with her experience and the balance, coordination and flexibility one might expect from a former dancer, made her someone not to be trifled with. And Karen certainly had no intentions of trifling with Stacy. She intended to simply beat the tall blonde slut. She knew it would not be easy, but she also knew she would do it.

Stacy too was convinced she would prevail in this battle. So far she had encountered nothing she had not expected to encounter. Karen was just as strong as her sculpted, well-muscled frame said she was. Stacy also knew the Playmate could fight - it had been clearly proven time after time over the past decade or so. None of that worried her too much. She was younger, she felt she was in the best shape of her life and she was positive she had what was needed to tame the chiseled brunette. And she really believed that her rival herself was aware of that too. Just like Karen, she remembered their previous meeting in the ring during the Diva Search. Of course she was far from thinking that this brief encounter limited to only Professional Wrestling moves (which her "opponent" had had no knowledge of or experience in), was really indicative of anything, but she thought it still gave her a psychological edge over the other woman.

Now Stacy tried to kick Karen again, but this time the Playmate managed to catch the former Nitro Girl's foot in mid-air and twisted it sharply, bringing the blonde crashing down. Instantly, Karen pounced on her downed foe, whaling away with both hands. Groaning and squirming, Stacy tried to fight back by slashing at Karen's face with her claws. The brunette avoided the attack via a quick shift of her head, got hold of Stacy's wrists and pinned her arms to the ground above her head.

"Whatcha gonna do now, huh bitch?" The Playmate asked, sitting firmly atop her writhing opponent, holding her down. "You give? Or do you want me to really kick your ass?"

"Screw you, you Playboy slut!" Stacy yelled, bucking and kicking. She was unable to throw Karen off of her, but what she was able to do was to wrench one of her arms free, and the next moment her slim fingers sank deep into the brunette's left breast. Karen screamed and slapped Stacy's face, then drove a fist in it. The blonde's response was to squeeze the brunette's tit even harder, twisting and pulling the sizable mound of flesh and silicone in all directions. Screeching, Karen grabbed hold of Stacy's wrist with both hands and succeeded in pushing the hand away from her breast, but now Stacy's other hand was free and she used it to scratch the brunette's face. As Karen shrieked and turned her head away to protect her eyes, Stacy once again reached for the Playmate's substantial bust, pulling the flimsy bikini top down to expose both luscious, quivering orbs and then digging her manicured fingernails into the tender flesh.

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!! LEGGO OF MY TITS, CUNT!" Karen screamed, grabbing two handfuls of blonde hair and repeatedly slamming the back of Stacy's head into the sand.

Even though the wet sand at the edge of the surf was more tightly compacted and harder than the sand that covered the rest of the beach, Stacy still was not too badly hurt by Karen's attack, but she wanted to put a stop to it anyway. She let go of one of Karen's breasts and her claws struck into the front of the brunette's thong. Karen yelped and literally jumped up in the air, making it easy for Stacy to throw her off completely with a sudden heave.

They got up almost simultaneously and it was Stacy who attacked first with a kick aimed at the other woman's belly. Karen blocked the kick with her hands and backed off. Noticing her top was now well below her breasts, she tried to pull it back up in place, but in doing so she took her eyes off of her opponent and got slapped in the face. Moving forward, Stacy reached for the other woman's top with her left hand and started pulling, at the same time delivering slap after slap to the side of Karen's head with her other hand. Initially, Karen seemed more intent on keeping her top on rather than avoiding the slaps; she just held on to Stacy's left wrist with both hands to prevent the tearing of her flimsy garment and let the blonde do pretty much whatever she wanted with her right hand.

She soon saw her error, though, a few hefty slaps to her face quickly making her rethink her strategy. She let go of Stacy's wrist, abandoning the top to its fate, and punched the blonde in the face sending her staggering backwards. Stacy recovered her balance almost instantly and briskly moved to the right in a wide circle. Having hung on to Karen's top to yank it right off the Playmate's body, the tall blonde now threw the tattered remains aside and grinned at the topless Indiana native, who glared at her in return.

"And that's only the beginnin', hon," Stacy said breezily. "First I rip your bikini up, then I rip YOU up - that's how this it gonna go!"

"Yeah?" Karen growled through clenched teeth. "Why don't you try it, bitch?"

Before Stacy could respond, Karen lunged at the blonde and drove a shoulder in her midriff, doubling her over and taking her down. On her back, Stacy quickly tried to wrap her legs around her rival's waist for a Body Scissors. Karen knew better than to let herself get caught between the dancer's shapely gams, though, and slammed a fist straight into the blonde's breastbone. The blow, delivered with all of Karen's strength and most of her weight behind it, was powerful enough to drive some air of Stacy's lungs and make her cough. Sitting on Stacy's stomach, Karen got hold of the blonde's light blue top, and did not have too many troubles in ripping it off, much to the delight of the crowd. Stacy let out an indignant squeal and suddenly kicked up with both legs, spreading them wide. Crossing Her ankles right in front of Karen's face, the blonde pushed mightily with her lags and the surprised brunette toppled over backwards.

"Bitch!" Stacy snarled as she rose up on her knees and pounced on Karen as the latter was trying to get up.

Shoving the Playmate down, Stacy hit her a few times, then tried to mount her. Snatching her own torn top from the ground, the blonde quickly wrapped it around the brunette's neck, choking her. Her face red, mouth agape, Karen gurgled and kicked as she desperately tried to get hold of the improvised noose that sank deeper and deeper into her vulnerable throat, constricting her windpipe. Seeing that she could not get her fingers under the thinly stretched fabric embedded in her soft skin, she grabbed Stacy's wrists in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Stacy just snarled and continued throttling her foe, yanking hard on the top, trying to tighten it as much as she could around the brunette's neck. Sensing the other woman's strength and purpose, Karen was beginning to panic and struggled violently, her hands scrabbling at Stacy's forearms.

"Quit scratchin' you fuckin' bitch!" Stacy panted out and suddenly got to her feet and started walking backwards, still hanging on to the top, now literally hauling the writhing Playmate over the sand.

Both hurt and frightened, Karen fought with all she had, desperation lending her the ability to twist her sculpted body in almost impossible positions. Stacy tried to avoid her opponent's wildly flailing legs and maintain her advantage at the same time, but Karen still managed to score a few random kicks which made the blonde let go and back off. Up in a flash and seemingly not the worse for wear, Karen tackled Stacy and took her down, whaling away at her. Stacy groaned and squirmed, but was unable to prevent the other woman from straddling her. Sitting firmly on top, Karen smacked the writhing dancer in the face a few times, drawing loud yelps of pain.

"Want some more, bitch?" Karen asked menacingly and went on without bothering to wait for an answer. "Doesn't matter! You're gonna get it anyway!" Grabbing hold of Stacy's wrists, Karen pinned the blonde's arms above her head and held them there. Stacy, grunted and squirmed, arching her back and kicking out her legs, but could not budge the hard-bodied Playmate, who now leaned forward and snarled:

"I've been waitin' for this a long time, Keibler! Now I finally have your sorry, skinny ass right where I want it, and in case you haven figured it out yet - this is goin' to hurt!" Karen smiled wolfishly, right in Stacy's effort-reddened face: "You cost me the WWE job you bitch! You and your slut of a friend Torrie Wilson! The two of you blew me out of the Diva search - literally! You knew that if I got in I was goin' straight to the top and you were gonna get left behind in the dirt, so the two of you decided to take care of things, didn't you? You sucked that McMahon letch till he was too weak to walk and then set him against me! Well, guess what Miss Legs - It's payback time! As you'll find out, payback's a real bitch! I already took care of that whore Torrie, and now it's your turn!"

Sitting up, Karen positioned herself on Stacy's stomach and slapped the blonde a few more times. Groaning, Stacy reached up with both hands and started mauling the Playmate's luscious, naked breasts. Karen screamed in pain and rage and slammed her fist into Stacy's jaw, stunning the blonde somewhat. Still feeling the burn in her neck where the thinly stretched fabric of Stacy's top had bitten into the skin, as well as the effects of the choking, Karen now decided to exact her revenge on the former WWE Diva. She looked around, saw Stacy's top lying in the sand and tried to grab it, but found it to be just out of reach. Not wanting to abandon her favorable position, she gave up on the idea of using the top, choosing to go with her bare hands instead.

Stacy's eyes bulged as Karen's thumbs dug into her windpipe, cutting off her air. Squirming furiously beneath the Playmate, she grabbed Karen’s wrists and tried to pry the hands loose from her throat - but she couldn’t. Karen was strong and determined and continued to choke her mercilessly; her lips drawn back off her teeth in a vicious grimace.

"You like that, bitch?" Karen yelled, shaking Stacy back and forth, slamming the back of her head in the sand. "You like bein' choked? I bet you don't! I bet you wish you had never come here mouthin' off, actin' all tough and jumpin' me when I was too tired to fight!"

At this point it was unclear whether Stacy wished that she had or had not come here. What was abundantly clear, though, was that she wished to breathe. Bucking and twisting, the tall blonde frantically tugged at Karen's wrists, her knees repeatedly thudding into the Playmate's tapering, well-muscled back. Karen just snarled and tightened her grip, intent on ending the fight right there and then. Unable to detach the other woman's strong hands from her throat, Stacy tried to rake Karen's eyes with right hand, but the brunette shook her head, thwarting the blonde's attempts. It was then that Stacy's left hand dug inside Karen's thong where her sharp claws went to work on the tender flesh. Letting out a howl of pain, the surprised Karen jumped clean off her rival and rolled away from her.

On her back, Stacy wheezed and coughed, gently massaging her sore throat as she tried to catch her breath. She was still panting when Karen rose to her feet and approached with bad things on her mind.

"Bitch!" Karen snorted, stomping hard on Stacy's flat belly.

Stacy groaned and drew her knees up. Karen followed with a vicious kick to the head, which made the blonde scream and go limp for a moment.

"C'mon, Keibler!" Karen shouted. "That all you got? Get up and fight you weak-ass slut!"

Moaning, Stacy dazedly rolled over on her belly and pushed herself up on her hands and knees, trying to crawl away from her attacker. Karen snarled and kicked again, the upper part of her right foot slamming straight into Stacy's right breast, producing a loud smack and flattening the small, firm mound against the ribs. Stacy screamed and fell down again, clutching at her breast.

"Not so tough now, are you, bitch?" Karen growled and stomped on her rival again.

Although hurt, Stacy tried to get up, but just as she was doing so, Karen slammed into her at full tilt and the two fell down to the sand in a tangle of limbs. Screaming and cursing, they rolled back and forth, vying for the top position. Perhaps surprisingly, they seemed to be more or less evenly matched. Karen had an edge in pure physical strength, but Stacy was able to negate this by fighting smart. Instead of trying to go head to head in a test of strength against Karen, the tall blonde simply focused to keep her hands free and use them (in combination with her teeth) to attack the vulnerable spots in the brunette's well-honed body. While Karen tried to pin her foe down, Stacy bit savagely at the Playmate's neck and breasts and clawed at the brunette's belly and crotch, occasionally aiming her manicured fingernails at the face as well, searching for the eyes.

This went on for a while with each woman giving it her all and neither appearing capable of conquering the other outright. Karen had the strength, Stacy had the instincts to fight dirty (and efficiently) - it was a real see-saw battle, with both women showing signs of wear and tear, but neither appearing willing to disengage. That is, until Karen tried to clamp a Headlock on Stacy in a rather clumsy fashion and her right nipple popped straight into the mouth of the blonde who chomped down on it in an instant. Screeching, Karen yanked on Stacy's hair with one hair and, for the first time, showed signs that she too was not above using some dirty tactics by sending her claws down to attack the blonde's crotch. Stacy screamed, flinched and tried to gouge Karen's eyes, forcing the brunette to let go.

The two separated and got to their feet, breathing heavily. They were both shaken by the ferocity of the battle, but at the same time they were both equally determined to continue fighting to the bitter end. Victory was important to both of them and each was intent on getting it to prove her superiority over her rival once and for all.

They circled around for a few moments, each looking grim and focused. After the exchange of a few taunts, Stacy decided to make a move by stepping forward and kicking Karen on the side of her thigh with her left foot. She then tried the same thing again, but this time Karen caught her foot in mid air and heaved up, sending the taller woman sprawling. Still holding on to Stacy's foot with both hands, Karen now twisted it some more, forcing the blonde onto her belly and then took a few quick steps back, dragging the Baltimore beauty along the ground. Stacy shrieked as her naked chest scraped over the sand, but Karen was unmoved and continued to drag her rival around, snarling angrily. Finally coming to a standstill, Karen now planted a knee into the small of Stacy's back, then grabbed the blonde's ankle and yanked on it hard, pulling her leg back.

"Ooh, flexible!" Karen grinned, while Stacy screamed and writhed. "Let's see just how far you can bend before you break, bitch!"

Lying face down, Stacy howled in pain, beating the sand with her fists. As flexible as the former dancer was, she was finding the torment positively unbearable. Karen was a strong woman and she was not fooling around. She kept pulling and wrenching Stacy's shapely leg mightily, bending it further and further back until the foot was nearly touching the back of the blonde's head. Crazed by the pain, the former Nitro Girl writhed and twisted, screaming at the top of her lungs, digging her fingers into the beach, her free leg kicking wildly.

"Give, you bitch!" Karen demanded, not letting up for a second. "Give, or I'll rip your ####in' leg off!"

"NNNOOOOOO!" Stacy bellowed, burying her fingers in her own hair and tearing at it, shaking her head, her entire body consumed by agony.

"Suit yourself!" The brunette said. "I can keep this up all day! The question is how much can you -"

She never finished. Spurred on by pain and desperation, Stacy suddenly kicked backwards with her right leg, her lithe body bending even further, although it hardly seemed possible. Her heel struck Karen in the head - not too hard, but enough to make the surprised Playmate flinch instinctively and let go of the blonde's ankle.

Moaning, her left leg all but numb with pain, Stacy now tried to get up, but was not allowed to. Karen pounced and wrestled the younger woman down, getting on top of her. As Stacy bucked and kicked in attempts to throw Karen off, the Playmate quickly slithered up her rival's body and dropped her large, glistening breasts right onto the blonde's face. Wrapping her arms around Stacy's head, Karen squeezed hard, pulling her victim's face even deeper into her ample cleavage, wet supple flesh molding around and sealing off breathing passages. Suddenly deprived of air, Stacy kicked and bucked furiously, slapping and clawing at Karen's slick, heaving torso. Staying on top, weighing her foe down, the Indiana-born beauty just growled and tightened her grip even more, mashing her sweat-soaked tits into the Maryland woman's pretty features, smothering her into oblivion. Desperate for air, Stacy fought with everything she had, arching her back and twisting her lithe frame from side to side in attempts to escape the Playmate's suffocating embrace, but to no avail. She tried pulling on Karen's hair and when that did not work, she grabbed the back of the brunette's thong, yanking it furiously but that didn’t work either!

Karen gasped in pain as her bikini bottom sawed painfully into her crotch, but instead of releasing Stacy, she squeezed harder, intent on finishing off the blonde. Sensing time was running out, Stacy pulled with ever more vigor, stretching Karen's tiny thong to its limit...and beyond until the overtaxed fabric snapped! Stacy, moments away from passing out, suddenly dug her claws into the tender flesh between Karen's legs and forced the Playmate to writhe and howl in agony on top of her.

Now on the verge of winning, Karen tried to fight off the pain and hold on, but then Stacy's slim fingers went in deep, the sharp claws scratching and mangling, threatening to do some real damage. Hit by more pain than she could handle, the brunette abandoned the Breast-Smother and rolled over to the side, allowing her opponent to breathe at last.

Stacy's relief proved only temporally, though. While the beleaguered blonde was lying on her back, sucking air, Karen, now completely naked, rose up on her knees and once again got on top, this time in a Reverse Straddle.

"Time to clear things up once and for all!" Karen breathed as Stacy kicked and squirmed beneath her. "Seein' how you seem to be under the wrong impression that your ass is anywhere near as good as mine, I think a little demonstration is in order! Let me show you the best ass around and show it to you REAL close!"

With that Karen slid backward and planted her shapely, naked backside firmly onto Stacy's face in a Reverse Facesit, once again cutting off the blonde's air. Flat on her back, Stacy twisted and thrashed, slapping furiously at Karen's flanks and buttocks and digging her fingernails in the soft, glistening skin. Karen maintained her perch, riding Stacy’s face hard; grinding her taut, perfect, round, derriere on it; smothering the fading Baltimore beauty.

"Like that, Keibler?" Karen shouted, humping away energetically. "Huh? You like havin' my ass all over your face? You like me dominatin' you completely, you scrawny lil' bitch?"

Reaching forward, the brunette now snatched the front of Stacy's thong and pulled mightily, treating the pinned blonde to a very painful and embarrassing frontal "wedgie". The thong, not designed to withstand such tension soon tore apart, but that did little to help Stacy's plight. Still trapped, still unable to draw precious air into her aching lungs, the former WWE Diva knew that she was on the verge of losing to her hated foe and she fought furiously to escape her tortuous and undignified position. Her hands scrabbling at Karen's wet, heaving torso, Stacy suddenly grasped the Playmate's large breasts and sank her claws in them, squeezing and twisting. Karen squealed and got hold of her opponent's wrists to push her hands away, but could not. Stacy held on to the brunette's juicy juggs, burying her hands deeper and deeper in the pliant flesh as she yanked mightily to the side. Unable to resist the blonde's desperation-fueled burst of strength, Karen toppled over into the sand, moaning and holding her savaged breasts.

Lying at the edge of the surf, the two warring naked beauties took several moments to recover, but eventually made it to their feet, both looking every bit as resolute as they had been in the beginning of the fight.

Feeling that she had the advantage and intent on keeping her momentum, Karen now moved forward, but walked straight into a thrust-kick which made her gasp and step back, clutching at her belly. Stacy immediately followed up with another kick - this time to the side of her opponent's thigh. Hissing with pain and malice, Karen tried to close in again, this time mindful of the other woman's dangerous legs. In paying her opponent's lower body too much attention, however, she seemed to neglect Stacy's arms and the blonde quickly proved she was quite adept at using those. Punched in the face quite hard, Karen groaned and staggered backwards, arms windmilling as she fought to keep her balance.

Stacy kicked again, this time high, her foot slamming in Karen's left breast, flattening it and causing the Playmate to yelp in pain. Snarling with fury, Karen put everything she had in a huge haymaker which would have taken Stacy's head clean off had it connected. It did not. Stacy leaned back, avoiding Karen's fist and then quickly stepped up and threw a punch of her own. With her body twisted to the right by the momentum of her missed blow, Karen's right kidney area was left exposed and it took the impact. Karen mewled and dropped to one knee, holding the hurt place, her face contorted in pain. She was up again within moments, though, and rushed forward with an angry scream. Stacy nimbly stepped aside and suddenly spun gracefully to the right, her right leg raised high and fully extended. The blonde's heel struck the blindly charging brunette right on the forehead with a loud THONK!

The next moment Karen was sprawled on her back, her feet having suddenly skidded from under her. Keeping her balance throughout the perfectly executed Spinning Kick, Stacy now backed off and patiently waited for her dazed foe to rise. Karen did so, even though she was still trying to shake the cobwebs from her head and was moving more on instinct than anything else.

Her pretty face a picture of concentration, Stacy approached the wobbly Playmate and fired two hard punches into her head. Karen reeled and spun around, but somehow managed to stay on her feet.

"Alright." Stacy said calmly. "Let's try this one, then!"

Closing in on her rival from behind, Stacy turned around and pressed her pert ass against Karen's, at the same time reaching upwards and backwards with both hands and lacing her fingers under Karen's jaw. Then she simply leaned forward, lifting her opponent off the ground in a Hangman Hold. Draped down Stacy's back, suspended in the blonde's brutal grip, her entire weight now falling on her twisted neck, Karen twisted and kicked weakly. She quickly grabbed onto Stacy's forearms to relieve some of the pressure on her neck, but even so, her situation remained unenviable. Hanging down like a wet rag, her body molding to that of her rival, her spine and neck bent painfully, big, wet breasts thrusting skywards and quivering, she moaned and choked as she tried to reach the ground with her feet.

"Enjoyin' yourself back there, bitch?" Stacy asked tersely, her brightly shining eyes showing her own joy from hearing the other woman's pained groans. Standing tall, long, sexy legs braced, the blonde Baltimore bombshell held her gagging Indiana rival aloft, her taut, lithe frame straining to support Karen's weight, conditioned muscles dancing beneath the tanned, glistening skin.

"You're done, slut!" The former Nitro Girl hissed, "Just give it up!"

"N-n-nooooh!" Karen croaked, her whole body shaking. She was in utter agony, but she was still unwilling to concede, unable to bare the thought of losing to her leggy rival.

"Fine!" Stacy panted. "Then I guess I'm just gonna have t…UUUUNGH!"

The blonde was rudely interrupted when, in a desperate move, Karen simply bent her right leg at the knee and jerked it upwards and back, more hoping for than counting on a result. Any result. As luck would have it, the Playmate's heel slammed right between Stacy's legs, which were spread wide for better balance. As Stacy groaned and crumpled to the sand, releasing her opponent in the process, Karen instantly pounced on the downed woman, sore neck and all. Screaming and grunting, the two naked beauties rolled around in a tangle for several moments, then came to a standstill, lying in opposite directions with Stacy flat on her back underneath Karen. The brunette had her legs around the blonde's head and her ankles locked and was squeezing hard. Moaning loudly, Stacy writhed and bucked, her face contorted in pain and turning crimson from the pressure put on her head by the Playmate's muscular thighs.

"What now?" Karen growled as she tightened her Head Scissors more and more, making her trapped opponent yelp. "Ooooh, the irony!" the brunette drawled, raising her upper body and propping herself on her braced arms; her hands on either side of Stacy's squirming body. "High-and-mighty Miss Legs - beaten at her own game, and by a lowly Playmate! That's gotta hurt in so many ways!"

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Stacy said at length, acknowledging that it did indeed hurt a lot in at least one way.

"That's right, slut, scream!" Karen panted, now feeling in complete control. "Maybe that'll teach you to drag your bony lil' ass down here and shoot off your big mouth! Like I said to the Wilson tramp last time I beat the silicone out of her: This is my beach! I don't let anyone come here and mess with me! Especially fake wrestlin' bitches who think they're tough just because they get to prance around a ring pretendin' to fight!"

"And speakin' of wrestlin', here's a little somethin' of what I owe you for screwin' me over in the Diva Search! And that's just the beginning, mind you! There's a lot more to come!"

With that, Karen bunched her right fist and drove it into Stacy's heaving belly. Stacy moaned and dug her fingernails deep in the taut flesh of the other woman's beautifully rounded buttocks, which were only inches from her face. Karen just growled and squeezed harder with her legs, intent on breaking her trapped blonde foe. Stacy was equally intent on escaping her dire situation, though, and struggled, twisting back and forth and clawing and slapping Karen's ass and thighs.

"Just give it up, you stupid bitch!" Karen demanded, punching Stacy in the belly again. "You're not goin' anywhere! I gotcha now!"

Just as Karen was saying the words, Stacy suddenly kicked up with both legs and managed to snake them around the brunette's head in a Scissors of her own.

"Yeah?" The Maryland native said breathlessly, squeezing hard. "We'll see now who's got whom!"

Groaning and grunting in pain and effort, the two warring beauties writhed in the sand, locked in the mutual Head Scissors, both hurting, but neither willing to let go, each hell-bent on prevailing in both the squeeze-off and the fight. At the moment, it looked like Stacy had the better chances. This was her turf, her kind of fight. Her legs developed by countless hours of dancing and workouts were not only long and shapely but extremely powerful as well, and now all of that power was focused into squeezing her opponent's head. And she was enjoying a fair measure of success in this endeavor if Karen's pained cries were anything to judge by. The Playmate was trying hard to match her rival's Scissors in strength, but was finding it difficult. Now Stacy suddenly began twisting her lower body from side to side, while still squeezing with all her might and Karen howled. Her neck already having suffered some damage in the Hangman Hold from a while ago, the Playmate was now in absolute agony.

"Whatcha think of Lil' Miss Legs NOW, eh bitch?" Stacy snarled and put everything she had into her Scissors, striving to crush her foe into submission.

A sudden pulse of Stacy's thighs combined with a sharp twist had Karen yelp, the Playmate's Scissors suddenly loosening - not much, but enough for Stacy to pull her head free. Karen tried to reapply her grip, but then Stacy squeezed again, even harder and the brunette's body practically went limp for a moment, overwhelmed by the agonizing pain. "Gotcha, tramp!" Stacy panted, really pouring on the pressure now, her sculpted thighs squeezing, flexing, squashing. Groaning loudly, Karen had to focus entirely on dealing with the excruciating pain she was subjected to and could do little by way of mounting any offense - or defense for that matter. All she could do was moan and squirm in the devastating vice of the former dancer's legs, scarcely able to believe the strength the slender blonde possessed in her lower body. Another paralyzing long squeeze of Stacy's thighs and the blonde was able to roll on top practically without any resistance from the dark-haired beauty. Pushing herself up, Stacy quickly slid into a Reverse Facesit, her firm, sexy ass engulfing Karen's mouth and nose and sealing them off.

"Now, if I remember correctly we were talking about asses and having a real close look at those..." The younger woman said, settling down more comfortably onto her bucking foe. "How do you like THIS view?"

Karen couldn't answer; she was too busy trying to get oxygen - a task made more difficult by the naked, shapely, butt plastered over her face!

Kicking and twisting she slapped, punched and pushed at Stacy's glistening glutes and sides in attempts to force the blonde off, but it was no use. The Maryland native just sat there, keeping a perfect balance as she mashed her taut buttocks into Karen's visage, depriving the Indiana babe of vital air. Realizing fully well that she was losing and frantic to turn things around, Karen writhed and heaved furiously, clawing Stacy's wet torso. In desperation she even borrowed a leaf from her rival's book and tried to drag the blonde off of her by her breasts, but soon had to abandon the idea. The blonde's small, firm tits did not offer a good hand-hold even under the most favorable conditions. As it was, the perky mounds, slick with sweat and sea water were practically impossible to get a proper grip on, and Karen soon found that out at the cost of a few more precious seconds lost.

"Quit it!" Stacy ordered breathlessly, grabbing Karen's wrists and pushing her hands away. "Get yourself a girlfriend!"

Karen arched her back, twisting her lower body from side to side trying to squirm free and breathe, but could not do it. Her slim body erect, Stacy adjusted, staying focused, riding Karen, constantly wriggling her hips to keep her derriere right on the Playmate's face and continue smothering her. She knew this was her chance and had no intention of missing it.

"You're done, bitch!" The Baltimore bombshell said, panting and gasping. "You're all mine now!"

The next moment Stacy grinned broadly, her eyes sparkling with triumph. She felt her thrashing foe's struggles flagging and knew it was over. Already weakened by heavy punishment Karen's oxygen-starved body was beginning to shut down. The last vestiges of energy draining out of her within moments, soon the powerfully-built Playmate was all but unconscious, the movements of her chiseled, curvy frame reduced to mere convulsive twitching.

Suddenly, Stacy leaned forward and lifted her ass from her rival's face. She was not interested in knocking the other woman out. Even though she knew she had practically won, she still wanted to hear Karen admit defeat. She knelt beside the gasping, wheezing brunette, and rolled her over onto her belly. Grabbing Karen's ankles, she crossed them, bent the Playmate's legs back from the knees and then sat on them, folding them in half. She then got hold of Karen's wrists and yanked on her arms, pulling the brunette's entire upper body off the ground.

"You give, bitch?" The blonde growled, putting more and more pressure on her opponent's arched body.

Suddenly snapped out of her dazed state by the excruciating pain, the proud Indiana beauty replied with a series of screams and curses, refusing to surrender to her hated rival despite the absolute agony she was in. As far as she was concerned, this was her beach and she was not about to give it up to anybody - especially not the loathsome Keibler slut. But Stacy wanted the victory too, and at the moment she appeared to be much closer to it than the other woman was. Without changing her position, she now let go of her foe's arms and locked her hands under Karen's chin, pulling hard.

"How about now, McDougal?" The tall Baltimore babe shouted, bending Karen's body agonizingly backwards. "You give up now? Huh? You ready to submit to me?"

"F-f-fuck you!" Karen managed to squeeze out of her badly twisted windpipe, her toned, glistening frame shaking under the tremendous strain it was subjected to.

Stacy just smiled mirthlessly and cranked up the pressure.

Karen let out a tortured moan, beating the sand with one hand while using the other to support her body and relieve at least some of the pressure in her already injured neck. She was practically at the end of her rope now. She did not have the strength to break her opponent's brutal hold and she was suffering terribly, her neck, back and legs stretched to their very limits.

"AAAAAAARRRGH! L-LEGGHO!" The 1998 Playmate of the Year croaked.

The blonde's only reply was to pull even harder and that settled it. Ravaged by pain, all her strength gone, her neck and spine creaking suspiciously, perhaps moments away from snapping, Karen panicked, her resolve wavered, then crumbled completely.

"I G-GIVE! LEMMEGO! I GIVE UP!" The brunette wailed, suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by the other woman.

Neither Karen's admission of defeat, nor the shocked gasp of the crowd at witnessing the seemingly unthinkable happen made any impression on Stacy, who stubbornly refused to release her hold.

"Who's the best now, bitch?" The Maryland beauty shouted, feeling both angry and dominant.

"AAARGH! You are!" Karen groaned, unable to stand the pain.

"'You are'?" Stacy shook her head and poured on even more pressure, apparently not at all concerned with her rival's health. "Who the fuck is 'You are'? I don't know anybody named 'You are'! Again, who's ‘the queen’ here, huh? Who's the best? Who's your mistress? I have a name, bitch! Say my name!!"

"S-st…STACY!" Karen rasped, wondering what idiot started the whole 'One's life flashing before one's eyes' nonsense. She wasn’t seeing any lives flashing even though she knew she was dying…at least it felt like she was!

"Stacy… Keibler... is... the...oooww...best!" Karen selected in the end, her tongue flatly refusing to budge for either of the other two options she had been given. Even so, it hurt like hell having to utter the admission even if she really didn’t mean it. But she was a realist and knew NOT saying the words would hurt far worse.

"Why, thank you, Karen! That's awfully nice of you to say! !" Stacy grinned and finally released her victim.

Karen's taut frame uncoiled like a loaded spring and the defeated Indiana bombshell lay spread-eagled in the sand, completely still, save for her labored breathing.

"Well, so much for the great, unbeatable Karen McDougal, I guess!" Stacy said, virtually aglow with the light of victory. "And just to make sure everyone gets the point..."

Kneeling between Karen's splayed legs, the blonde snaked her arms around the brunette's waist and pulled her lower body up and back. Karen moaned, but did not make any attempts to resist. She just buried her face in her folded arms and remained like that - on her knees, head down, bare ass jutting up in the air, legs apart. Smiling contentedly, Stacy ran her eyes over the other woman's glistening, perfectly shaped backside and then groped a firm, wet cheek in a proprietary fashion, following this up with an insolent smack that made the flesh jiggle.

"Wow, that IS a nice ass!" Stacy admitted almost coyly. "Almost as good as mine... Wait... This one IS mine too now! So I suppose it's safe to say now that I do own the best ass around, don't you agree?"

It was unclear whether Karen agreed or not - because she neither said nor did anything - but the crowd certainly voiced their assent, even those who initially had been in Karen's camp. As the hoots and cheers got even louder, Stacy pressed the front of her pelvis against Karen's up-thrusting derriere and started to gyrate her hips. Slowly, with both hands firmly grasping Karen's hips to hold her in position.

"You feel THIS, McDougal?" the former Nitro Girl asked, pumping her pelvis against her conquered foe's rump; rubbing, rotating, grinding, mashing and all-in-all doing a great imitation of butt-fucking the proud Playmate. "THIS is what total defeat feels like so get ready for a lot more of this - for real next time - if you think of messin' with me EVER again!"

Karen didn't respond - the beautiful Indiana native was still in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. She knew she was being humiliated - on the very beach she thought of as her own - but she simply didn't have the strength (physically or more importantly mentally) to do anything about it. As if in a stupor, she just submissive knelt there, the only thing stopping her from crying being her near-irresistible desire to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of her situation.

‘How the Hell did I lose to HER?’ was the question she asked herself but she couldn’t find an answer. Then, she just seemed to disconnect completely, all coherent thought suddenly gone as she just kept saying to herself, ‘She beat me! The bitch beat ME!’ over and over while behind her, Stacy continued her demeaning display of her total dominance. Humping away, Stacy finished her "Victory Grind" and raised her arms triumphantly, then slammed her hands down on Karen's butt to shove her the rest of the way down; forcing her onto her belly.

Stretching on Karen's back, plastering her wet, lithe frame over the brunette's equally sweaty back, Stacy spoke softly in Karen's ear, "Well, Your Majesty; seems like this is MY beach now, huh?"

"Leave… me… alone!" Karen whispered brokenly, fighting what to her seemed a losing battle against the deluge of tears that kept welling up.

"Relax, babe!" the blonde said cheerfully. "You can keep your little sandbox. I want nothin' to do with it! As a matter of fact this beach is the cause of your problems! You're not that bad, but you've been hangin' around with these muscleheads for so long, you've become one of them! I suggest you get out of here before you completely forget how to fight a real woman!"

"Leave me alone!" Karen repeated, painfully stung by the statement which she realized had a lot of truth in it.

"Don't worry, I will!" Stacy purred. "Now that I've kicked your ass, I don't have any more use for it. I proved my point; I showed you and everyone else who the better woman is! I beat you; made you quit and I sat on your face - just like I said I would! That's all I wanted from you! Oh, and one more thing! I had *nothin* to do with you bein' dropped from Diva Search. I tried - that is I got the idea and had that scatterbrain Torrie take care of the "executive" side of things - but it turned out it wasn't necessary. Someone else already saw to it. And if you wanna know who, you just need to answer one question: Who won and who got the contract? So long, Plaything; see you around!"

After flicking her tongue in Karen's left ear, Stacy finally stood up and placed a foot on the prone brunette's ass, flexing her arms in triumph to the cheers of the crowd. She held the pose for several seconds, then moved away to look for her bikini. She found it completely destroyed but it didn’t bother her; she’d come prepared. Spotting her beach bag, she made straight for it, looking pointedly unconcerned about the tall blonde in a black bikini standing in her way.

"Wanna move your ass Theron?" Stacy snapped curtly when she reached the blonde. "And what’re you doin' here anyway? Trying to pick up some pointers on beach fighting?"

"Pointers?" Charlize threw her head back and laughed. "On what? What *not* to do? No thanks! Just came down to see how the other half lives... and have a laugh or two..."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed from your high horse, you’re in my way so go have your laughs elsewhere!" Stacy said. "Although, how can anybody with the amount of body fat you have can even get into a bikini - and then laugh at others - is beyond me!" she finished with a catty smirking grin.

"Don't sweat it, girl; lots of things are beyond you," Charlize quipped, not bothering to contest the monstrously untrue accusation. "Like a career in showbiz, for one. And a…UGGGHHHH…"

Stacy had been aware this was moving inevitably towards a physical confrontation since she had no intention of backing down from verbal insults or threats and she was sure Charlize wasn’t either. So not feeling up to another fight after the grueling battle with Karen, Stacy decided to force the issue and counted on the element of surprise to gain the advantage over the formidable South African beauty.

Her knee to her groin definitely caught Charlize by surprise and when she dropped down to her knees clutching herself after her legs turned to jelly, Stacy took a step back and snapped a foot up into Theron’s face, sending her sprawling spread-eagled onto her back in a daze. Wasting no time, the Baltimore babe threw herself on Charlize and unleashed her most potent weapon, scissoring Charlize's neck between her shapely legs! Stacy locked her ankles and squeezed, her left leg across the South African's throat, effectively strangling her. Charlize tried to buck and fight, but it was instinct rather than an organized plan. Crippled by the terrible pain in her groin and dazed from the kick to her face, the Oscar-winning actress never had a chance! She thrashed for a while, gurgling, pawing weakly at Stacy's steele-cable thighs until her lithe, sexy, body went limp and she slipped into unconsciousness.

"YESS!" Stacy shouted, giddy with excitement. Releasing her scissors, she stood and looked down triumphantly at her second vanquished foe of the day; her chest heaving as she panted excitedly, her body shaking all over with excitement.

She smiled maliciously as an idea popped into her head. She knelt, peeled the black bikini off of Charlize's limp, unresisting body, then stood and put it on, smiling as she found it a near-perfect fit. Not wanting to have to deal with the garment's irate owner when she came to, Stacy gathered her own bikini as well as Karen's. They were too damaged to wear, but they were perfect for restraining someone with and it didn’t take long before Charlize's wrists were tightly and securely bound behind her back. Next her ankles were secured, then her long legs raised and fastened to her wrists, leaving the slumbering South African hog-tied and bare-assed on her belly on the beach sand.

"That should do for now!" the smug Maryland native said with a cocky grin. She knew this wasn’t the end of it…indeed, Charlize was known for being one who didn’t forgive or forget! Stacy was aware she’d eventually have to face the fiery-tempered actresses wrath for what she’d done. But she didn’t mind that in the least, she just did not want it to be today!

With everyone focused on watching Stacy stripping and hog-tying Charlize, nobody was paying attention to Karen who was still face down at the edge of the surf. Nobody except one woman! She slowly approached the Playmate, knelt in front of her, grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Wincing in pain, Karen found herself looking up into the leering face of Cori Nadine and she groaned, wondering when her nightmare of a day would finally end.

"Go ahead, bitch, have your fun!" the battered, exhausted Playmate sighed through clenched teeth, realizing she was in no shape to fight Cori (or anyone else) at the moment, but still keeping her composure. "Just make sure you have as much of it as you can - 'cause this is the *last* time you'll get the chance with me!"

"Aw, don't look so scared, McDougal!" Cori smiled. "No need to cry for your mommy just yet! I'll definitely be kickin' your ass soon, but not here and not today. It'll be where I want; when I want! Right now I'm just gonna do somethin' I promised myself I'd do some day!" Cori laughed in Karen's face - a prolonged nasty cackle which would’ve wounded the pride of even a mollusk and which left the utterly spent Indiana native choking with helpless rage. Karen swore she’d break Cori's back at her earliest convenience.

Not too far away, Stacy was putting on the bikini she’d stripped off the now trussed up Charlize. Giving herself a good looking over, Stacy nodded with satisfaction, picked up her beach bag, took out her cell phone and hit speed dial. "Hi, this is Stacy," she began as she strutted away. "I'm good, thank you! About that shoot you guys have been pesterin' me about... Yeah, I think we can do this if you still want to... Great... No, we'll work out the details later but I'm thinkin' the beach. I just got myself a lovely little black number and I'd really like to see how it’d look…yeah, I think your readers would like that too... Right….you can call the spread 'Queen Of The Beach'…in fact, I INSIST you call it that!"