It was a big day in the world of underground celebrity wrestling. A day that would forever change the lives of every celebrity who stood in a wrestling ring and put her life on the line. Allegiances would be formed, friendships broken, and girls brutalized to pulps, all for the sake of their country and pride. These fights had nothing to do with cheating spouses, or contracts, or money. It all had to do with pure and simple hatred towards another woman. A woman who bad mouthed a proud woman's country, and then totally disrespected it.

That woman was Elizabeth Hurley, captain of the World Team.

As Liz auditioned for the role of the Devil in 'Bedazzled' she competed with an All-American, Jenny McCarthy. As usual the girls fought over the part. A hard fought grudge match ultimately ended with the bigger, stronger, Brit. defeating and totally dominating the American blonde. As if that were not enough, during the match and ensuing domination Liz continually bad mouthed America and went as far as taking Jenny's red, white and blue bikini, and torching it.

As she left the ring, Jenny heard her say, "Never send an American skank to do a real woman's job!"

Those simple words were the beginning of what will be a true war of attrition.

TEAMS:

The American Team - led by Jenny McCarthy with Faith Hill, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Tiffany Amber Thiessen, Debbe Dunning, and Denise Richards swore revenge against the world.

The World Team - led by Elizabeth Hurley, recruited gals all over the globe, Shania Twain and Pam Anderson (Canada), Anna Kournikova (Russia), Heidi Klum (?) and Salma Hayek (Mexico).

RULES: none.

SCORING: Each type of fall gains the team points as follows:

pin or knockout = 1 point;

verbal or orgasmic submission = 2 points;

Obviously, the team with the most points would win, with a tie breaker being a tag match with the two team captains and a partner. They agreed on the match combinations, with the first match of the tournament being Debbe Dunning battling Pam Anderson in a Tool Time Girl match, (Basically a strip weapons match), Shania Twain requested a match with rival songbird Faith Hill in a lingerie match, Anna Kournikova was matched up with the curvy Jennifer Love Hewitt, soft bodies. Tiffany Amber Thiessen would meet Salma Hayek, tough girls Heidi Klum and Denise Richards would clash. That left the two team captains in the final match of the tournament. The rules have been made, the battle line drawn, allegiances formed. Now, let the war begin!!

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USA-World Match 1: Debbe Dunning (US) vs. Pam Anderson (Canada) by New Guy

Pamela Anderson peered across the ring towards the US side, anxiously waiting for her opponent to enter the ring. She always had a deep down hatred for the girl who took her job and that girl was supermodel Debbe Dunning. Debbe, however, entered the ring with just one thing on her mind - complete domination and destruction of an opponent to prove America was number one!

The two ladies met in the center of the ring, peering into each others eyes. Debbe, 5'8", weighing in at a trim 119 pounds, body perfectly toned; tanned to perfection and very curvaceous. Her perfect curves were barely covered by a checkered red and white g-string bikini. Her light brown bangs bounced in front of her eyes as she looked at the voluptuous blonde in front of her.

Pamela Anderson also stood a 5'8", but weighed in at 126 pounds; the extra weight was obviously centered in her magnificent breasts. Her body, oiled down before the match, glistened in the light that shown on her in a sexy white thong bikini. The referee explained that to win the match, your opponent must be stripped nude, then either forced to submit, or be pinned.

Pamela placed her hands on her hips and whispered, "You're in for a loooooong night babe."

"Oh yeah," replied Debbe. "Well, I'm not here to fuck around bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson! That white rag you're wearing is gonna be blood red when I'm finished with you!"

"Well then, lets get it on trash!" Pamela barked

Pam grabbed Debbe's forearm and Irish whipped her into the turnbuckles, where she landed back first with a thud. Debbe lifts her head just in time to see Pam's open palm strike her right in the face, snapping her head to the side.

Pamela looked into her opponents eyes, smiling and nearly giggling as she poked her finger right in Debbe's chest, "See, I told you I'm gonna take it to you"

With that, Debbe reached both her hands up, grabbed Pamela's blonde mane, and snapmared her to the mat with a thud! The Canadian sex symbol immediately sat up and arched her back in pain, howling out into the night. As she was busy rubbing the pain from her back, she never saw Debbe sit down in front of her, and wrap her strong legs around her waist in a front side waist scissors!

"OOOHHHHHHH!! bitch!!" hollered Pam as she clawed away at Debbe's strong thighs.

Debbe continued her attack, her legs crushing her opponents slim waist as Pamela's claws raked the tan flesh viciously. Realizing this wasn't going to break the hold, Pamela switched tactics and reached into the brown hair scattered all over Debbe's head, and tugged with a vengeance! The move rewarded Pam with a shriek of pain from Debbe, and a loosening of her grip, but those two powerful thighs continued to squeeze the life out of her. Debbe Dunning was struggling to maintain her hold, as her scalp felt as though it was ready to be torn off her head. Add to that three stinging slaps to the cheek by Pamela, and Debbe had to release the hold, and regroup. Debbe frantically tried to get her bearing back, as her head was swimming about her. She awkwardly tried to get back to her feet. Pam however was already back up, and not happy about the ordeal she had just gone through. Her ribs were burning with pain, and she was gonna pay Debbe back in a most brutal and humiliating way.

"SLUT!!!" Pam screamed, as she gave Debbe Dunning a horrific roundhouse kick to the side of the head.

The arena echoed a sickening, "THWACKKK!"

The tool time girl moaned, grabbed her head, and slumped lifeless to the mat. Pam smiled, licked her lips, and prepared to dive in for the kill. Some how, some way, the American was still conscious. Her eyes were open, albeit glazed over, she was rolling her head from side to side, perspiring heavily now as the lights beat down on her. Debbe was awake, but unaware of her surroundings. She was oblivious to the fact that Pam was kneeling to her right, putting her hands behind her blonde locks and neck, and releasing her own bikini top, freeing her fabulous titties. Pam dropped her bikini, shook her titties and smiled.

Pam placed her left knee across Debbe's belly in a straddle position, and pressed her round butt cheeks into her waist, pressing all the air out of her. Debbe closed her eyes and let out a weak sigh as the air rushed from her. She knew she was being crushed, and raised her hands to probe the area pressing down on her. Her fingers tickled and probed at Pamela's muff, causing the blonde to shudder in excitement. Pam quickly ended the unbelievable feeling in her woman hood, pinning Debbe's hands high above her head. Debbe's own large boobs stretching upwards and jiggling as she ferociously slammed Debbe's hands on the mat.

"That felt good baby. You know how to work it huh? But it ain't time for me to get off on you yet. Uh-uh that comes later sugar." chided Pam as she thrust her hips and pelvis into Debbe's sweat slicked waist a few times to further her excitement. Debbe slightly wiggled, a futile attempt to escape the destruction soon to come.

It came sooner than she thought. Pam mashed her huge tits right into Debbe's face, smothering off all breathing passages. Debbe's head was already swimming from the brutal attack moments before and the added lack of oxygen would surely finish her off, knocking her out and allow Pam to strip her nude and pin her with out her even knowing it. The same thought shot through Pam's head. She licked her chops, knowing her magnificent breasts would destroy another victim. All the while, the grinding of the hips, the pressing off the nude, sweaty bellies, the warm breath of another human on her breasts, saliva moistening the luscious flesh, Pam was becoming totally aroused. Her breathing was growing heavy and deep, her panties were becoming wet, she was completely losing control, fantasizing about the victory celebration she would have, then...

"AGHHHHHHHHHH, NO, NO, OWWWWWW, OW, OH, OH, OH, OWWW!!!" Pam screamed like a wild animal, releasing her opponents hands and bringing her own hands to her D-cup tits.

She couldn't imagine what was going on, until she tried to bring her tits off Debbe's face, and couldn't. Debbe had a big chunk of tit in her teeth. She was fighting for survival. She chomped down a few more times, finally releasing the hold as Pam flung her hands high above her head and fell backwards to the mat, rolling up in a fetal position, screaming and cupping her breasts. Debbe sat up and sucked down much needed air, clearing her head. She saw Pam on the mat and leapt towards her like a jungle cat. Debbe rolled Pam onto her back, brought her hands high over her, then down - smashing into her gut with a vicious double ax-handle!!

Pamela arched up, gasping for breath. Then, Debbe saw an opening. She saw Pam's panties dripping wet, knew what it would take to defeat and humiliate Pam at the same time. She bent over the moaning blonde, lapped her tongue over her big thick nipple repeatedly, nibbling delicately on it, kissing and caressing her.

"Pam, darling," Debbe whispered. "Time to get off."

Debbe grabbed Pam's ankles and spread her legs as wide as they could go; then forced them even wider. Pam shuddered at what was about to happen. Debbe took two fingers, licked them and rubbed them on Pam's sopping panties. She rubbed harder and harder, forcing the fabric deep inside her with her fingers. Pam, knowing she would soon be defeated, looked up in awe at the gorgeous woman who was sexually pleasuring her like she hadn't had in quite some time. Debbe grabbed Pam's panties, and peeled them out of her crotch and down her silky smooth legs. Debbe then used the same two fingers to gouge Pam's vagina until she reached her climax. Just as Debbe felt the warm juices flow all over her hand, she pulled out her hand, closed her fingers into a fist and brought it crashing on the erupting cunt! Pam's erotic moans of ecstasy were cut short as she broke into violent convulsions on the mat!!

Debbe lifted Pam by her long blonde hair, and slammed her into to the corner where she slumped with her butt on the second turnbuckle, her legs open wide. Debbe saw the opening and shot another punt to the bruised woman's crotch. Pam screamed and again went into convulsions. Debbe rushing in front of her and catching her under the arms, placed her delicately back into the turnbuckle.

"Bitch, this match ain't over until you say, AMERICA RULES!! SAY IT WHORE OR I'LL DESTROY YOUR BODY!" Debbe commanded.

"Fuck ya, you bitch." Pamela muttered weakly.

"Suit yourself" Debbe said, as she climbed through the ropes onto the apron on the outside.

Debbe put her hands on her hips and slid her panties down to her ankles, then kicked them to the floor below. Bottomless, she unfastened her bra to free her magnificent breasts, leaving her completely nude as the crowd roared their approval! Debbe climbed to the top turnbuckle, placed her succulent buttocks on the top pad, wrapped her rock hard calves around Pam's neck. Debbe gritted her teeth and began grunting as she squeezed with all her might, her free hands reaching down to maul the titties of her opponent.

"Give yet?" Debbe asked.

"NEVERRRR!!!" Pamela strongly remarked.

"OK, now, I'm gonna finish you for good. You made your bed, now your gonna get fucked in it!"

Debbe released the head scissors, turned Pam around and pulled her up by the hair, forcing her face near her sweaty breasts. Debbe grapevined her legs around Pam's waist, took Pam's face and plunged it into her bosom. She squeezed the breast smother for all it was worth. With it and the scissors as Pam was completely helpless.

"I'll give you one last chance. Tap now, or I'll kill you. Understand?" Debbe said.

Pamela quickly agreed, and slapped the sweaty turnbuckle three times, acknowledging defeat. Debbe quickly released the hold, let Pam flop uselessly to the floor, and raised her arm in victory. The 2 point submission put America in the lead!!

Score: USA-2; World-0

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USA-World Match 2: Faith Hill vs. Shania Twain (Canada) by New Guy

Pam Anderson was being helped back into the world locker room after the terrific pounding she had just taken from Debbe Dunning. She had been stripped of her clothes, her pride, and her dignity. And things were about to get worse. She passed by Shania Twain, who was walking out for her lingerie match with Faith Hill. Shania was the tiniest girl in the tournament, standing a mere 5'4" tall. She saw her larger country mate, and grabbed her by her breast, and slammed her against a wall. " IM GONNA SHOW EVERYONE THAT A CANADIAN CAN PUT ON A BETTER SHOW THAN YOU DID!! YOUR A DISGRACE TO OUR COUNTRY, AND IM GONNA GET ITS DIGNITY BACK BY DESTROYING THAT BLONDE HAIRED BIMBO, FAITH HILL!!!"

Faith Hill was anxiously pacing around in the ring with her hands hugging her hips. Her beauty was on full display, as she snuggled herself into a tight lace white and pink see through teddy, the g string nestled between her tight buns, her whole body oiled down to perfection. Shania Twain made her way down to the ring, however she wasn't wearing anything near as provocative on herself. She had on a black night gown, cut very high, and her neck line plunged extremely low, her bodacious chest blossoming from the lingerie. The two girls immediately began spitting venomous insults towards each others careers, voices, husbands, bodies, everything that could infuriate a woman was used. The two bumped chests in the middle of the ring, and Shania's silky night gown didn't last a second more, as Faith unleashed her claws and tore the night gown off of her opponent, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black lace bra and panties. It was obvious Faith Hill had at least three inches on Shania, however the Canadian was not intimidated, as she fired a vicious right into Faith Hills gut.

With a loud grunt, Faith Hill bent over at the waist and hugged her gut. Despite her petite size, Shania was feared for her relentless body punching attack, and she was unleashing it furiously on the bigger woman, as she delivered a running knee into the gut, planting her on the mat. Shania increased the pressure of the attack, running up to Faith and delivering an elbow drop on Faith Hill. The blonde lay totally shocked on the canvas at the punishment being delivered by her hated rival. Shania Twain was hell bent on getting points back for her team, so much that she unleashed a move hardly ever seen, the belly claw.

Shania Twain's sharp finger nails began kneading into the thin lace material, and twisting the flesh on the blondes body. Faith however instinctively flexed her abdominal muscles to prevent the attack. " Think that's gonna stop me from destroying you?" Shania purred, as she released the claw and began firing hard punches into the tightened gut of the blonde. Faith Hill grunted in pain as each bomb exploded on her gut, weakening her abdomen the whole time. She finally looked up into the eyes of Shania, who was concentrating on Faith's midsection, alternating destructive punches, right, left, right, left. Faith Hill gritted her teeth, and finally made a decision.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!! bitch I"M GONNA KILL YOU!!!" screamed the blonde country siren, as she wrapped her legs around her opponents rock hard midsection in a squeezing waist scissors. The punching attack immediately stopped giving Faith the opportunity to roll onto her side and take full control of Shania. " Baby, I'm taking control of this match right now!" said Faith as she released her waist scissors and hauled Shania up by her long brown hair, and then whipped her into the turnbuckle with a sickening thud. The impact of the blow sent Shania Twain falling flat on her face in the corner of the ring, her back turning red from the slap of leather turnbuckle on human flesh. Her hands worked their way to the back to ease the pain out, only to have Faiths strong hand reach down, and grip Shania in a powerful hammerlock, quickly followed by hard slaps onto each one of Twain's butt cheeks. Shania was squealing on the mat, her hands reaching up to grab anything to stop the attack. Faith continued the slapping attack turning both ass cheeks bright red. It was at this point Faith realized she had complete control of the match up and could end it at any time.

Faith continued the slapping until her hands hurt, and then she relinquished the attack. Below her lie a sniveling, sobbing Canadian bombshell. Faith turned her straddle around placing her crotch on Shania's shoulders, and began to bounce, grind, and hump Shania's back, pressing her monstrous melons into the mat, and HARD. Shania moaned and sobbed, as Faith grinned ear to ear knowing she was sending her opponents assets into a world of pain. " UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH Your crushing my bust, uhhh, stoohhh, uh stop your crushing my tits." The pleading only fueled the blonde bombshells fire all the more, as she grabbed two large clumps of Shania's long brown hair, and pulled up viciously. " AHHHHH!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!!" Asked Faith. " Are you in pain? Little fire plug they call you. HA!! They said you couldn't be beaten. Well I'M DOMINATING YOU!! DOMINATING! YOU!" Shania could only respond with a shriek of pain, and then nothing, as Faith slammed her face into the sweaty mat.

Faith unmounted her, and looked at her handy work. Shania Twain was all but unconscious, so Faith blasted some kicks into her rib cage, sending her rolling cross the mat, holding her ribs and grunting. Faith reached down on Shania's back, and unbuttoned her bra, and then removing it, freeing her bodacious, firm, supple sacks of flesh. Faith picked the bruised singer up and pressed her up against the ropes by her throat, pressing her thumbs into Shania's wind pipe and gagging the brunette, as well as punishing her back, bending it over the top rope. Shania was near unconsciousness, her eyes glazing over, spittle forming in the corner of her mouth running down her chin and onto Faith Hills hand. The disgusted blonde released the choke and looked at her hand. " You bitch! You just drooled on my hand you dirty cunt!"

Faith grabbed Shania's hair with her left hand and viciously tugged her over the rope again. A sweaty, panting Faith Hill then unleashed a ferocious body punching attack, slamming her right fist into the underflesh of the firm, creamy, outstretched breasts of her opponent. The fist was landing directly in the center of the erect nipple, causing the globes to explode outwards, and cave in the middle. " AWWWWW OWWW!!! Ow I'm going to kill you!! Let go of my hair so I can destroy you, I'll destroy you! I'll ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UNNGH!!!! Shania Twain's threats were quickly cut short by a knee to the cunt, silencing her idle threats.

With black and blue swollen tits, a battered face, and a busted crotch, there was little more punishment Faith Hill could administer, but one thing. She was aware of the very controversial mid-section of Shania and planned on testing it. As Shania lie prone and beaten on her back, waiting to be put away, Faith hauled her up and body slammed her to the canvas. Her ass and tits jiggled freely upon impact, a shower of sweat flying off of her. As Shania lay spread-eagled on the mat nearly unconscious, Faith knelt beside her, delivering a swift elbow to the gut. The brunette jerked and balled up, squeezing her big soft globes up and together, a perfect target for an open hand slap.

Shania screamed, and fell back with her hands over her breasts, leaving her firm, muscular belly ripe for the picking and Faith took full advantage. Brutal punches bombarding hard tight flesh, palms piercing the night air with brutal slaps on creamy skin. Thumbs pressing into her belly button, knees rearing back and crushing ribs like a battering ram. Faith punished Shania mercilessly and mindlessly in this manner for well over an hour, until Faith herself was exhausted.

Shania passed out about 35 minutes into the punishment, succumbing to a thumb press in her belly button. Faith stood up to deliver the final moment of the match, placing her bare feet on one of Shania's big tits, and rolling the nipple between her toes.

Faith Hill got a merciful five count pin adding one more point to her country's total and putting the USA ahead 3-0.

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USA-World Match 3: Jennifer Love Hewitt vs. Anna Kournikova (Russia)

The United States wrestlers were ecstatic, and rightly so. Two underdog American beauties pulled off two of the most unbelievable upsets ever. No one thought Debbe Dunning could overcome the skill of the legendary Pam Anderson. And Faith Hill pin Shania Twain? Couldn't be done! Then dominate her? Everyone in attendance was in shock. The World Team locker room was in a state of confusion as two sure shots had just been handily defeated and the next match was the closest on paper. The two best athletes from each team were preparing to lock up, Anna Kournikova and Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Jen was every teenage boys fantasy. With her beautiful face, her big wide smile and fantastic body , every boy wanted a piece. The Americans didn't just put her up there to match her opponents physique and face. She had to be up to the task to take on the super-sexy and athletic Anna Kournikova. Anna was decked out in pink bikini briefs and a white tank top. Her body was chiseled and looked super strong. Across the ring, Jennifer Love was decked out in a tiny white sports bra covering up the young girls more than mature cleavage, and tiny cotton boxer shorts. Love was no slouch, however, as her body was toned and she loved to box.

The two girls met face to face in the center of the ring. There would be no need in this match for one girl to grab her opponents tits and attempt to tear them off - but they would. There would be no need for a sneaky punch to an opponents woman hood to defeat her - but they would. No, these two gals wanted to best each other with athletic skill. They are both big strong athletic girls, who are very skilled. They didn't need to catfight like the first four competitors (who did it because that's all they knew how to do.) These women could wrestle and each wanted to show each other up.

The match began with the girls calmly locking arms around each other in a mutual bear hug. Both gasped at the same time and in unison began grunting and applying pressure. The two 'hot bods' appeared to melt together in close combat, each woman trying to over power the other. Soon Anna had over powered Jen, lifted her off her feet and began shaking her like a rag doll. Jen was in agony as the powerful Russian blond was in complete control. The pressure became greater and Jen began screaming. She could no longer breathe and desperately needed an escape.

Anna could feel the strong girl fight in her arms and decided she'd best stop her resistance before she escaped the bear hug. Anna jumped in the air with Jen still in her arms - and came crashing down. Jen's pussy smacking against the muscled thigh of her hard-bodied opponent.

Jen shrieked and was released by Anna, who pushed her off her knee and onto the soft mat. Jen lay motionless on the canvas, rubbing her aching woman hood as the Russian grabbed the American by the ankles, and spread her legs apart into a wishbone position. Jen's head quickly snapped off the canvas and looked up at Anna who was wrapping her legs around Jen's long lean limbs. Jennifer knew what was happening and shrieked in horror when Anna fell backwards to the mat.

Jen was trapped in the figure four leglock and Anna strong legs were bending the American starlets legs like twigs. Jen arched back in pain, her hands over her face. Her eyes were swelling with tears and her leg felt as if it were about to snap. The scream queen let out one of her award winning cries as the pain in her legs increased as Anna dug her long fingernails into the soft flesh inside of Jen's leg. Anna grinned in delight at the woes of her opponent, greedily digging her fingers into the sensitive flesh. Picking at it with her long nails, scratching it and pinching it. Anna was fanatically working on Jen's legs but so focused was she, she never saw Jen's hand flying towards her chin.

The arena echoed a sickening, "THWACKKK" as knuckle met chin, and Anna's lights went out! Jen kicked Anna's legs off her in disgust, and hobbled up to her feet. Jen looked disgustedly down at the Russian, and reared back with all she had and blasted her in the ribs, rolling her onto her breasts and belly. Jen straddled the blondes back, reached under her face, and ferociously reared back her chin in a brutal camel clutch. Jen was tugging and jerking the girls neck to the point of snapping, but Anna could not appreciate the pain being caused because she was still unconscious. Pissed off, Jen took the girls blonde mane, and smashed her face into the sweaty mat.

Jen dismounted the blonde and walked around the ring, pondering her next move. She wanted to wake Anna up and administer more punishment. She knew she could easily pin her now and get the victory, but she felt more punishment had to be given out. Jen knelt next to the face down unconscious tennis star, and pulled the long brown hair back over her head. She placed her palms on the blondes back, and pressssssssed her back hard, forcing her to back to arch and her belly to smash into the mat.

Anna still gave no response.

In a sweet, soft voice Jen asked herself aloud, "How to wake the poor baby up? Hmm, oh, uhhhh, haha there we go. Heehee."

Jen straddled Anna's back, facing her butt, placed her hands on the firm cheeks and grabbed the bikini briefs.

"HMMMMPPHHHH!" Jen grunted as she jerked the bikini as hard as she could, wedging it far up the blondes ass. Anna's head rolled to the right, but she still did not awaken. Jen was really getting annoyed as she turned her in disgust to look at her opponent.

"Now I'm gonna wake your ass up the hard way!"

Jen brought both hands up high over her head, and began to fire away on the sexy ass below her. Blistering slaps echoed the arena as palm met sweaty ass flesh. Jen was throwing slaps feverishly, blistering and reddening the stars ass horrendously. Anna stirred slightly, beginning to regain her senses. Jen's attack halted for a moment, as she stopped to catch her breath. She pulled her brown hair back again and inhaled loudly, sighing. Her arms were weak and sore from the pounding she had delivered, and since Anna would not wake, Jen decided to simply roll her over and pin her.

Jen rolled Anna onto her back, placed her belly on Anna's, then slapped her hands on the mat, counting out loud, "1,2, ... YOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"

Jen screeched in pain. Her left tit was on fire as Anna Kournikova had enough sense to break up the pinning combination. Jen tried to escape, but was quickly kicked in the gut and down to the mat. Anna scrambled to her feet, but collapsed in the turnbuckle. Jen was still very fresh, and hopped back to her feet quickly rubbing her damaged breast.

The two locked eyes as Jen spoke angrily, "There's only one way to finish this fight bitch!"

The two girls put their hands up and met in the center of the ring. Anna threw a haymaker left cross which completely missed, and Jen followed up with a right upper cut to the belly.

"OOOOOOFFFFF!!" Anna grunts and bends over at the waist, only to get a knee smash in the nose. Anna clumsily stumbles back into the ropes, barely catching herself before falling through. The Russian was in big trouble and had to think quick, but she didn't think quick enough, as four hard fingers jammed painfully into her midriff.

"ARRRRGGHH!" Anna grunted, and again bent over.

Jen pushed her back into the ropes standing her up straight again, and proceeded to punish the Russian's tight gut. Her athletic frame allowed her to eat quite a few punches, but by the tenth one, her defense was weakening, as was Loves arm. Jen stopped the punching and looked into the tear filled eyes of her opponent.

"Give up?" she asked Anna.

"Not yet! Not to you!" Anna replied.

She knew Jen could throw no more punches, and so did Jen. Anna however did not count on what would happen next. As soon as she had finished talking back to Jen, Anna found herself on the mat, and screaming in pain. Jen connected with a sweeping round house kick to the shin of the lovely blonde, and it had floored her. Anna lay motionless, rubbing her leg, which had been broken by the kick!! Every time she tried to stand, she fell back down to the mat. Jen slowly approached her.

"NO!! NO MORE YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH!! LEAVE ME ALONE YOU WIN!!" Anna pleaded.

"THIS AIN"T HOW I WANT TO WIN bitch!" Jen replied as she hauled her up in her arms, and in an impressive show of athleticism and strength, slammed the big babe down hard on the mat, shaking every square inch of the ring. Jen was satisfied with her showing, so she quickly placed a hand over the Russian's mouth, smothering her. Anna didn't last long, quickly passing from lack of oxygen. Jen applied a full body press and pinned Anna's shoulders to the sweat slicked mat.

"1, 2, 3," the referee counted needlessly.

Jen had her hard fought victory (and a 1 point pin) over the tough Russian tennis pro. She left the ring to the cheers of the partisan crowd and her teammates, satisfied with herself. Jen didn't even bother to look back once at the body of the beaten and broken loser laying behind in the ring - another casualty of this World War!

American Leads, 4-0!!

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USA-World Match 4: Tiffany Amber Thiessen vs. Salma Hayek (Mexico) by New Guy

Liz Hurley was furious. Furious at the outcome of the last three matches; furious at the girls for losing and more importantly, furious at the Americans. She looked behind her and saw Salma Hayek dropping her bra, preparing to tit-fight Tiffany Amber Thiessen. Liz looked at her, sighed and thought to herself, "0 and 4!"

Salma bounced to the ring, where the American was already awaiting her. She entered the ring and spat across the mat at her opponent.

"You think you're woman enough to take me like this tramp?" spat Salma.

In an arrogant voice Tiffany responded, "Baby, I got the best rack of anyone in the tournament. I'm gonna humiliate you and your sloppy, saggy tits!"

The two girls rushed each other and slammed chests together, grunting and panting heavily as their huge mammaries pushed, pressed, rubbed and poked into each other. Big thick nipples excitedly became erect and gouged into the soft flesh opposing them. The two girls were in a world of pain, however they would never give their opponent the satisfaction of pushing away first. Actually, the pain made each girl press forward harder and their breasts took even more pressure on. Tiffany snapped her head back and bellowed in pain, then slid down Salma's chest and gut, kneeling in the mat massaging her aching tits. Salma knew she had an advantage and decided to press it, gripping her fingers into the plentiful cleavage below, and forcing the screaming American up to her feet to face her face to face.

"Listen, you little bimbo! You're going down and there is nothing that slime in your locker room can do to help you!" teased Salma as she gripped her fingertips into the bodacious bosom of her opponent.

Tiffany was in a world of hurt as Salma began turning the flesh in different directions, pulling the entire tit in unnatural directions. Tiffany frantically slapped at Salma's wrists but to no avail, Salma just drove her by her breasts into the near turnbuckle.

After Salma twisted and maimed the softened flesh a little, she released the pinch hold. Tiffany let out a deep sigh of relief, and brought her hands up to her aching mounds. Salma laughed confidently at her opponent, and stepped forward with her hands high above her head, preparing to slam them down on Tiff's already damaged breasts.

"UNGHHH!" cried Salma as she flopped to the canvas holding her left tit.

Tiffany launched herself out of the turnbuckle on the fallen Mexican, who had been dropped with a well-placed right cross to the breast. Tiffany pried Salma's arms away from her bosoms and blasted them with a flurry of devastating punches.

"You want to try and beat me by pinching me?" asked Thiessen. "You better have more up your sleeve than that, spic!"

Salma screamed in pain and anger, half from the knuckle driving deep into her aching bust, and half at Tiffany's racist comment. Instead of lying on her back, Salma decided to fight back and raked her long finger nails across Tiffany's eyes, momentarily blinding her just enough that she could roll her off her gut and massage her bruised and battered breasts.

Tiffany lay blind on the mat, but Salma couldn't capitalize, her body numb from the breast beating she had just taken. She had enough sense to place herself on top of the voluptuous American and try for a pin, getting a close two count before Tiffany kicked out. Salma immediately dropped a knee into Tiffany, right below the breasts. Tiffany screamed in agony and Salma had her chance. She drove her hands down on Tiffany's big thick hard nipples! Salma was doing terrible damage to the young healthy body, twisting the nipple completely 360 degrees around while slamming punches into the other breast. Tiffany was in total agony and needed to get Salma off her. And she did just that with a well placed knee to the throat.

Salma fell back on her knees, her hands around her throat coughing hoarsely. Tiff got up to her feet quickly, and drove that same knee into Salma's face, splitting her lip. Salma lay on the mat a battered and bloody mess but Tiffany had more punishment on her mind. That would mean yet another victory for the USA and a bigger hill for the World team to climb.

As Salma Lay dazed and injured, Tiffany leaped high in the air and came down on the sexy Mexicana's waist, crushing the wind out of her as well as her ribs. Salma lost all the oxygen in her body and felt the weight of the World coming down on her gut in alternating shots as Tiffany was alternately bringing her fists down on the hard six pack of the world beauty.

"Time to finish you off!" said Tiffany.

Salma could barely fight back as two magnificent globes of sweet warm flesh draped over her face and began smothering her into oblivion. Tiffany grinned and purred erotically as she ground her perfect orbs on the sweaty face of her opponent who was fully under control.

"Lick them," she commanded.

Salma was helpless to do otherwise and so lapped frantically at the succulent flesh.

"I like that! Keep it up bitch, maybe I'll let you up, maybe I won't," Tiffany laughed as she was in complete control and wanted to prove it to everyone.

Salma was nearly unconscious as Tiffany continued to grind her titties into her face. No air was entering her lungs and all her muscles were weakened and almost useless. In a last ditch effort, she gripped Tiffany's sopping wet black panties and tugged them hard up into her ass. The shocked Tiffany pulled up on the tit smother, and gasped in pain. Looking disgustedly down at Salma, she paint brushed her hard nipples across her cheek repeatedly.

"Not finished with your beating yet, spic!!"

The final straw had been drawn and Salma could have no more.

With a powerful thrust of her full hips, Salma pushed Tiffany off her waist for the first time in quite a while. Tiffany was on all fours and frantically scrambled to the ropes to pull herself up. But It was no use. With speed and stealth of a jungle cat, Salma leaped on Tiffany's scrambling body, and sunk her teeth into her back!

Tiffany screamed and kicked her feet trying to get the mad Mex off, but to no avail. Salma went for the kill as she wrapped her arms around Tiffany's waist and began squeezing her breasts again. The already swollen globes were on fire and Tiffany could barely take it any longer. Salma pressed into Tiffany and slammed her to the mat, crushing the battered bruised and bloodied tits for the last time and causing the spent American to scream her submission.

The World had it's first victory, halving the USA lead to 4-2.
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