Now, as they stood in the living room staring daggers at one another, each woman suddenly realized that she would like nothing better than to have a go at her roommate and long-time friend, and had in fact wanted to do so for quite a while. They were both on a break from the show, and each of them had been planning to spend a quiet day at home and was dressed accordingly, both having completed their morning showers only a short while ago. Stacy was clad in tight pink shorts with white piping that clung affectionately to her hips, barely covering her shapely ass, and a white top which may have reached her belly-button... if she stretched it a bit.

Torrie was wearing noting but a pair of pink shorts, which were even tighter than Stacy's, and a black sleeveless top, whose missing lower two thirds did not stop it from trying its best to squeeze the breasts it was supposed to be covering nearly to the point of bursting. However, its best was nowhere near good enough and it was clearly losing the battle against the former fitness model's copious bust - it had been split almost halfway down the middle already. The two had been arguing for a good few minutes now, the voices getting increasingly louder, the words harsher, and their tense bodies, the set expressions on their faces and their angrily flashing eyes made it quite evident that they were both ready and eager to fight. Neither woman appeared too daunted by the prospect of a physical clash, each feeling confident that she would win.

They were more or less evenly matched. Both of them had been very active physically in a number of ways pretty much all of their lives, and the results were clearly shown on their lithe, toned bodies. At 125 pounds, Stacy was giving away some eight pounds in weight to her opponent, but she made up for that with a two-inch advantage in height over the 5'9" tall Torrie, who for her part looked the stronger of the two and, (not that it made much of a difference) at twenty-nine years of age, was also Stacy's senior by four years.

With no attempt being made from either side to diffuse the situation, the stand-off in the middle of the living room was never going to last very long, and, after a quick exchange of choice insults, the point of no return was soon reached...and passed.

"Listen, you..." Torrie began saying, when Stacy, obviously feeling that the time for words had long gone, slapped her in the face with force that threw the SMACKDOWN! Diva's head to one side. For a moment, Torrie stood motionless, as if frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her left hand holding her cheek as she gaped at her friend, who had just hit her. Then she moved. Eyes blazing, she drew her right hand back preparatory to returning the slap, but she was too late. Stacy quickly lashed out with her right hand, punching Torrie flush on the jaw and sending her reeling.

"You little..." Torrie snarled as she almost immediately recovered her balance and charged Stacy, teeth bared, hands reaching for a hold.

In a flash, Stacy swung one long, tapering leg high in the air and the heel of her bare foot connected solidly with Torrie's chin. Torrie groaned, staggered a few steps backwards and fell down, right on her shapely backside, letting out another groan as her firm buttocks hit the floor with a THUD!

Instead of attacking her downed foe, Stacy held back, looking very tense, her chest rapidly rising and falling with her quickened breathing. This allowed Torrie the time and space to get up, and she did so in a very slow and deliberate manner, her face now completely expressionless.

Torrie was seething with rage. She felt absolutely mortified, having been hit three times and even knocked down by the younger girl without even managing to land one blow of her own, and now she intended to make Stacy pay for it. Crouching low, she sprang forward tackling her opponent with an angry scream, her right shoulder slamming into Stacy's slim midsection, drawing a loud grunt from the taller girl. Stacy reeled backwards under the momentum of Torrie's charge, her legs hit the sofa, and both women went flying over it and crashing down to the floor. Torrie immediately got on top of Stacy, grabbed the latter's hair with both hands and began hitting the back of her head against the floor, screaming with fury. Groaning and squirming, her long legs flailing in all directions, Stacy was trying to resist, but Torrie was too strong and continued to slam the head of the former Nitro Girl against the floor, snarling and yelling.

Suddenly, Stacy stuck out a hand and raked her fingernails across Torrie's face, going for the eyes. Torrie shrieked and jerked back, covering her face with her hands. Stacy bucked wildly, throwing her foe off, and quickly rose up on her knees, trying to scramble away from Torrie. Proving that there was nothing wrong with her eyes, Torrie (who had managed to get up on her knees as well) shot out both hands and grabbed Stacy's hair from behind, and pulled the taller girl towards her. Stacy squealed and suddenly lashed backwards with her right elbow, hitting Torrie on the side of the head. Torrie groaned and let go of her rival's hair, pressing her hand to the hit area. She was not badly hurt though, and quickly went after Stacy again, trying to get hold of her. Glancing over her shoulder and seeing the enraged SMACKDOWN Diva closing in on her, Stacy threw herself to one side in the hope of escaping her opponent's grasping hands, but she was too late. Torrie's fingers hooked the back of Stacy's top.

The tug of war that followed was as intense as it was brief. With Torrie pulling hard with both arms to draw her foe closer to her, and Stacy struggling furiously to continue moving in the opposite direction, the former Nitro Girl's top put up only a token struggle before giving up with a loud RIIIPPPPPPP.

Both women made it to their feet at almost the exact same moment and, as Torrie threw her rival's torn piece of clothing down to the floor, a now topless and enraged Stacy spun around and charged with an animal growl. Infuriated by the loss of her garment, and intent on getting revenge, Stacy closed in and - in the most predictable of moves - reached for Torrie's top with both hands. Torrie, who had been expecting just that, easily swept Stacy's hands aside with her own and slapped Stacy in the face, almost smiling as she did so.

The very next moment Torrie's smile was replaced by a grimace of pain as Stacy punched her straight in the throat. Gagging and gasping, Torrie jerked backwards, her hands clutching at her throat. This gave Stacy the opportunity to strike again and she did so without delay. She fired two quick slaps in Torrie's face and then tripped her, sending her down on her back. Bending low, Stacy now grabbed the front of her foe's top with both hands pulled as hard as she could. Torrie got hold of Stacy's wrists, to stop her from tearing the fabric apart, but it did her no good. Snarling angrily, Stacy started walking backwards, dragging a squirming and squealing Torrie along the floor. Torrie desperately tried to twist her body around and kick Stacy away, but the latter stepped to one side, avoiding Torrie's flailing legs, and continued to tug mightily at her already damaged top. Finally, the flimsy garment was ripped off and the former fitness model's large, firm, silicon-augmented breasts sprang free, bouncing and jiggling as Torrie scrambled away from her foe and got up.

The two topless beauties stood face to face, breathing heavily and glaring at each other. Stacy was still holding her opponent's shredded top in her hands, and now she quickly rolled it into a ball and hurled it directly at Torrie. It hit Torrie's heaving chest and fell harmlessly down in her feet.

"Bitch!" Torrie said, her eyes narrowing.

"Slut!" was all Stacy could come up with on the spur of the moment for a response.

But actions speak louder than words and Torrie bared her teeth and rushed forward, trying to grab Stacy's hair, but Stacy sidestepped her charge and as Torrie went flying past, she shoved her with both hands, hard. Torrie staggered, lost her balance and crashed face-first on the sofa. Stacy was upon her in an instant, getting hold of Torrie's shorts and pulling them down her legs and then off in a single swift motion, leaving the sexy Idaho native completely naked.

Stacy spanked one of Torrie's firm, shapely asscheeks really hard SMACK, then giggled and - adding injury to insult - grabbed Torrie's long, flowing locks and yanked with all her strength; flinging her half-way across the room. Torrie tripped over a coffee table and crashed to the floor with a groan. But almost immediately, Torrie sprang back to her feet and turned around facing Stacy. The expression in Torrie's eyes made the former dancer take an involuntary step back and swallow nervously. She'd never seen her girlfriend so mad and it scared her. Torrie looked fit to kill; her beautiful face twisted in a vicious grimace; her lips drawn back baring her teeth and her green eyes blazing.

"You little bitch," Torrie said in a shaky, strangled voice that was breaking up with uncontrollable fury. "I'll kill you for this! I'll break your fuckin' neck, I swear!"

Torrie had never felt so humiliated in her life, and all she wanted now was to hurt Stacy as much as she could for what she had done. Slowly, deliberately, Torrie began moving toward Stacy, her hands low at her sides; her fingers curled into claws.

Stacy quickly retreated to a position where she could put the sofa between herself and Torrie. The PLAYBOY cover girl started to go around one end of the sofa, but Stacy quickly darted to the other. Having no intention of allowing this to turn into a merry-go-round, the SMACKDOWN Diva tried to get at Stacy by simply scrambling over the sofa but Stacy had been waiting for Torrie to do just that and she quickly pounced, grabbed Torrie's hair with both hands and pushed her down on the sofa. The Baltimore woman tried to climb on top, but Torrie bucked violently, throwing Stacy to the floor.

Torrie leapt on Stacy, hitting with both hands and screaming, "You like that, you bitch? Huh? You like it? Want some more?"

Torrie was like a woman possessed as she kept shouting at the top of her lungs and hitting Stacy again and again, her palms and fists bashing Stacy's head and body. Groaning and squirming under Torrie's relentless assault, Stacy tried desperately to defend herself with her hands, but most of Torrie's punches got through, hurting her and forcing her to curl into a ball as she covered her face with her arms. Switching tactics, Torrie got to her feet, grabbed Stacy's tight shorts with two hands and pulled for all she was worth, dragging the squealing Stacy off the sofa and across the floor. Stacy kicked and resisted, but it was no good and Torrie eventually succeeded in pulling the skimpy garment down and off the ex-Nitro Girl's body.

"Fuckin' cunt!" Torrie growled as she kicked Stacy in the groin, the ribs, and then stomped her chest when Stacy rolled over on her back. Stacy lashed out with her right foot, her foot hitting Torrie high on the left thigh. Stacy was actually aiming for Torrie's pussy but even though she missed, the kick forced Torrie to step back, giving Stacy room to get up.

They sprang forward at the exact same moment and tore into each other, falling to the floor in a heap of tangled arms and legs, both women totally naked and equally furious. Fighting at close quarters worked to Torrie's advantage since the one-time fitness model was stronger and she was able to gain the upper hand, getting on top and then pinning Stacy to the floor.

Stacy bucked and twisted, trying to throw the other woman off of her, but it was no use. Torrie straightened her body and sat firmly on Stacy's naked chest, grabbing the hair of the writhing, kicking Maryland beauty with one hand and repeatedly hitting her in the face with the other.

"Had enough?" asked Torrie, as Stacy stopped struggling for a moment and just lay there, panting and holding her hands defensively in front of her face.

Realizing that she was simply not strong enough to throw Torrie off, but still not willing to quit, Stacy reached up with both hands, grabbed Torrie's big, heaving breasts and began squeezing and twisting as hard as she could. Torrie squealed and pulled back, grabbing hold of Stacy's wrists to get the younger girl's hands off her breasts. It didn't work; the Idaho native's large orbs offered an excellent handhold and Stacy was able to maintain her grip; her nails digging deep in the supple flesh.

"AAAAIIIIEE! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!!" Torrie screeched, squirming in agony as she kept hammering Stacy's face with both fists. Stacy groaned under the fusillade of blows, but did not let go. Baring her teeth, she growled as she gripped Torrie's tits even harder, twisting in opposite directions, drawing a piercing shriek from the suffering SMACKDOWN! Diva.

With tears welling in her eyes from the intense pain, Torrie let out a scream of fury and drove all of her ten fingernails in Stacy's face. Now it was the former Nitro Girl's turn to screech in agony and she had to let go of Torrie's breasts to protect her face with both hands. Once her breasts were free, Torrie didn't waste time! POW! She punched Stacy in the head, WHAM! Then again. She grabbed Stacy's wrists, pulling her hands down and away from her face.

"Want my tits, bitch?" Torrie growled "Huh? You want 'em? Here, you can have 'em!" She leaned forward dropping her sweaty, naked breasts on the pinned woman's face while at the same time wrapping her strong arms around Stacy's head to pull the tall blondes face deep into her ample, glistening, cleavage.

With her face completely engulfed by the abundance of Torrie's supple tit-flesh, Stacy was unable to breathe and struggled frantically to break free. Bucking and squirming under the other woman, Stacy gave it her all; her young, lithe, naked body twisting; her long, shapely legs flailing and her small, tight, fists beating Torrie's sides and back as she desperately fought to force the SMACKDOWN! Diva off of her.

But all Stacy's struggles were in vain! Torrie remained right where she was, using her weight to keep Stacy down; her bare arms wrapped tight around the taller girl's head as she smashed her massive tits against Stacy's face, slowly but surely smothering the trapped Baltimore girl. Realizing she was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Stacy writhed furiously and grabbed Torrie's hair with both hands, pulling with all her strength. Torrie groaned as her neck was wrenched violently backwards, but she would not relinquish her hold.

"Give it up, slut," growled the former fitness queen, continuing to breast-smother her victim. "You don't have a..."

Torrie broke off in mid sentence and screamed as Stacy raked her claws across her eyes, making her pull back. As Torrie's breasts lifted off her face, Stacy sucked in a much needed lungful of air and, at almost the same time, she snapped her head forward and sank her teeth in the underside of Torrie's left breast. Torrie shrieked and rose up, pulling Stacy's hair with both hands trying to force her to let go. Torrie managed to pull back away from Stacy's teeth and get to her knees, but before she could do anything else, Stacy - still on her back - lashed out with her right foot and kicked Torrie in the head, dropping her on the floor with her head ringing.

Both women got up quickly and faced off, panting and shaking. Torrie was the first to attack again, rushing forward and grabbing Stacy's hair with both hands; shaking the taller girl's head back and forth. Stacy had no intention of putting up with that for long and snapped up with her right knee, striking Torrie in the belly and doubling her over. Then Stacy got hold of Torrie's long, flowing locks and kneed her again, this time in the face. Torrie groaned as she sagged back and slumped away, but Stacy held onto her hair and pulled to one side, at the same time leg sweeping the Idaho beauty.

Torrie grunted as she hit the floor, not badly hurt, and immediately tried to get up. Stacy kicked her in the head again, sending her sprawling. Stacy pounced with a snarl, hitting and clawing Torrie's bare body with both hands as Torrie tried to protect herself. She quickly saw it was no good and decided to fight fire with fire, reaching up to grab a fistful of Stacy's hair which she used to pull the former dancer down beside her on the floor.

There, the two sexy, naked combatants became entangled in an inextricable writhing tangle of limbs as they rolled back and forth, groaning and screaming with pain, rage and effort as they slapped, scratched, punched, pulled hair and even bit; each giving it her all. Surprisingly, it was the more slender and seemingly weaker Stacy who managed to gain the upper hand, getting on top of Torrie and sitting on her chest, pinning her arms with her knees. Torrie moaned as she squirmed, arching her back and twisting her hips to and fro trying to throw her rival off. But Stacy remained firmly on top and in control, keeping the former fitness queen pinned to the floor.

"Bitch!" Stacy panted as she began slapping her trapped foe in the face with both hands.

Groaning, Torrie managed to grab her assailant's wrists, but Stacy quickly wrenched her arms free again and punched Torrie in the face. Torrie screamed and reached up trying to get hold of the other woman's breasts, but soon found out that Stacy's small, firm breasts were practically impossible to get a good grip on - especially slippery with sweat as they were. Stacy snarled and snatched Torrie's wrists, pushing her hands away. An intense struggle followed, both women gasping and groaning and snarling with rage and effort as they stained their bodies to the limit - Stacy trying to pin Torrie's arms to the floor, while Torrie was doing her best to prevent her from doing so. It did not take very long. Even though Torrie was the stronger of the two, Stacy had the advantage of being able to bear down with most of her weight on the SMACKDOWN! Diva and ultimately managed to get the latter's arms down to the floor and pin them with her knees, despite Torrie's furious resistance.

"Gotcha now, Bitch!" Stacy growled and started delivering slap after slap to Torrie's unprotected face, the force of the strikes throwing the Idaho beauty's head back and forth from one shoulder to the other. Torrie squealed and writhed desperately trying to escape, but seemed completely helpless, pined as she was, and Stacy continued to punish her with powerful slaps to the face. "Had enough, slut?" Stacy asked, stopping for a moment to catch her breath. "Not so hot now, are you?" she added when Torrie, instead of answering, merely struggled briefly and unsuccessfully to free herself. "Ready to give up yet?"

"Fuck you; you little Bitch!" Torrie yelled, squirming back and forth to no avail. "You can't beat me!"

"Is that so?" Stacy smirked as she sat firmly astride her prostrate rival "Well, guess what Torrie, honey - I already have! Look at you! You're pathetic! You have nowhere to go, so why don't you just..."

Stacy's gloating was suddenly cut short as Torrie quickly lifted her strong legs high in the air, at the same time spreading them and placing the back of her calves on Stacy's shoulders. With one mighty heave, Torrie straightened her body, using her legs to push the other woman down to the floor on her back, and at the same time sat up, wrapping her arms around Stacy's thighs and leaning forward, pushing at the back of Stacy's legs with her shoulders.

Taken utterly by surprise, Stacy could not respond and only had time for one short squeal before Torrie had completed the reversal by rising on her knees and getting on top of her opponent, still holding on to Stacy's legs and literally folding the young RAW Diva in half in a classic matchbook pin.

Grabbing Stacy's ankles, Torrie pushed until Stacy's feet were touching the floor above her head, and then she began bouncing up and down, her firm, shapely ass repeatedly slamming down onto the back of Stacy's thighs. As a former cheerleader and dancer, Stacy possessed extraordinary flexibility, but even she found the treatment unbearable and struggled with all her might to break free, squirming back and forth and groaning with both pain and effort.

Torrie however, was not to be thrown off that easy and kept on jumping up and down with short, angry screams, her long, blonde hair flying in all directions, her full, glistening breasts rocking and swinging wildly back and forth, as she continued to punish her folded-up rival, threatening to break the sexy Maryland girl in half.

Finally, a grunting and gasping Stacy got hold of Torrie's tresses with one hand and pulled as hard as she could. Torrie groaned, but managed to keep her balance and stay on top. Stacy then reached up with her other hand and clawed at her opponent's face. Torrie cried out and flinched, her hands going to cover her eyes. With Torrie off balance, Stacy heaved, unfolding her body and using her legs to force Torrie backwards. Torrie toppled over, rolled to one side and tried to stand up, but Stacy had already sprang up to her feet and now she kicked the former fitness model in the head, sending her back down to the floor.

"C'mon, Bitch! Get up!" Stacy shouted angrily, leaning forward slightly and extending her long, slender arms forward and sideways, beckoning Torrie with her fingers.

Torrie did get up, but only to her knees, and from that position she dived at her rival's legs, grabbing Stacy's ankles and pulling hard. Her legs suddenly taken from under her, Stacy shrieked as she flew up in the air, landing heavily on her back, the force of the impact driving all the air out of her lungs.

As Stacy lay there motionless, struggling to breathe, Torrie wasted no time and pounced on the younger girl with a snarl, hitting and clawing with both hands. A winded and dazed Stacy could do little to fight back and tried to cover up instead, but Torrie would have none of it. She punched and slapped Stacy in the face a few times, then grabbed her by the hair and BONK slammed the back of her head into the floor. Stacy moaned and struggled weakly, then moaned again as Torrie drove her head into the floor again. BONK!

"How's that feel, Stace?" Torrie growled through clenched teeth. "Still think you're such hot stuff? Huh? Here, let me bang some sense into that pretty little head of yours!" Torrie BONK slammed Stacy's head on the floor a third time.

Stacy cried out and reached up, trying to claw at Torrie's eyes. Torrie easily swept Stacy's arm aside and punched the RAW Diva in the face. Stacy groaned and raised one leg in the air, kicking Torrie in the head, but the kick was weak and served only to infuriate Torrie even further. She got up and kicked Stacy in the ribs, then stomped on her belly and kicked her again - this time in the head. Groaning loudly, Stacy rolled over, covering her head with her arms. Torrie kicked her one more time and then hauled her up to her feet by the hair.

"I'll teach you to mess with me, you skinny little slut!" Torrie hissed in Stacy's ear, holding the former Nitro Girl's hair and twisting her head painfully backwards. "I'll...UNNGH!"

Stacy drew back her right hand and punched Torrie in the stomach, but apart form cutting short the Idaho beauty's threats, she achieved nothing; Torrie saw the blow coming and managed to tighten up her muscles and Stacy's fist merely glanced off the rock-hard abs of the former fitness model without having any effect whatsoever. Torrie snarled and drove her knee into Stacy's flat, firm belly, making the taller woman grunt and double over. She then yanked on Stacy's hair with all her strength, hurling the young Marylander across the room. Stacy could not keep her balance and crashed to the floor with a loud groan. She tried to get up, but Torrie was upon her in a flash and shoved her down, face-first. Getting on top of her prone foe, Torrie sat on the small of Stacy's back and grabbed her by the throat with both hands.

Stacy's eyes bulged as Torrie's strong hands squeezed her throat, cutting off her air. Her mouth opening wide and her face turning red, the RAW Diva struggled, squirming back and forth and tugging at her tormentor's wrists, but it was no good. Torrie remained where she was and continued to strangle her trapped foe, at the same time shaking her to and fro.

"You like that, Stacy? Huh? Do you, you fuckin' little whore?" Torrie growled through clenched teeth, continuing her relentless assault. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" She added when a choking Stacy managed only a small gurgling sound as she continued to struggle desperately and ineffectually.

No one had gotten Stacy's tongue and it now stuck out of her gaping mouth, her face turning almost purple and her eyes staring out of her head. In a desperate last-ditch effort to escape before Torrie had choked her out, the younger girl managed to pull her legs underneath her body and somehow pushed herself up on her hands and knees with Torrie still sitting on her back. Stacy then reared up, throwing Torrie off and causing the latter to lose her grip on her sweaty throat.

Stacy had barely had time to take a breath, when Torrie pounced on her from behind, taking her down to the floor. As Stacy was, at this moment, intent only on trying to suck in as much air as she could, Torrie had no trouble trapping her in a full nelson and holding her down on her belly. Groaning, Stacy tried to wriggle out of the hold, but could do nothing against the superior strength of the former fitness model and, after a few unsuccessful attempts, she stopped struggling and lay underneath her rival, gasping for air.

"Give up?" Torrie asked smugly

"Fuck you!" Stacy croaked and renewed her attempts to free herself, twisting and writhing furiously.

Bending her arms at the elbows, Stacy grabbed two handfuls of Torrie's hair and pulled as hard as she could. Torrie growled, kept her hold for a little while longer, and then, not seeing why she had to put up with this, she reached round Stacy's head with her right hand and clawed at the taller girl's face. Stacy shrieked and, with her right arm now free, twisted sharply to her left, managing to turn over onto her back. She was still lying underneath her opponent though, and Torrie wasted little time in sitting up and straddling her. Screaming with both anger and fear, Stacy began twisting and kicking, trying to force Torrie off, but could not budge her. Sitting firmly on top, the Idaho woman grabbed the wrists of her Maryland rival and pinned her arms to the floor above her head.

"How about now, Stace? You give up now?" asked Torrie, smiling at Stacy's futile struggles, enjoying her dominance over the former Nitro Girl.

"Go to HELL!" Stacy yelled, trying to free herself and not succeeding.

Torrie just laughed. "C'mon, Stacy, give it up!" she said, looking down at the trapped RAW Diva: "You know I'm stronger, and there's no one here to help you, so why don't you just do the smart thing? Say you give, and I'll let you go."

"Damn right you will, bitch!" Stacy shouted, and, wrenching her right arm free from Torrie's sweaty fingers, she reached up and clawed at the former fitness queen's face.

Torrie shrieked and jerked back, twisting her head to one side. Stacy managed to free her other arm as well and quickly grabbed her opponent's hair, rolling over to her right and getting on top of Torrie who squealed in surprise; then almost instantly she heaved up; flipping Stacy over and once again gaining the top position, only to lose it once more as Stacy rolled her over in turn.

For a few moments, the two naked, sweat-drenched wrestling beauties rolled back and forth on the floor, clinging to one another, screaming and grunting as they slapped and scratched and bit and pulled hair, each trying to pin the other. It did not take long before Torrie's superior strength told, and the SMACKDOWN! Diva was able to roll on top of her rival and stay there long enough to slide her ample breasts onto Stacy's face and wrap her arms around the former dancer's head in a tight embrace.

This was the second time that Stacy found herself being breast-smothered by the other woman and she enjoyed the feeling just as little as she did the first time. She squirmed and bucked in desperate attempts to break free, her lithe, slim body twisting back and forth, long arms and legs flailing wildly as her need for air became more and more imperative. But whatever Stacy did, her face remained buried deep into Torrie's sweat-covered chest, the large, firm breasts of the Idaho native completely surrounding the Maryland beauty's face, the pliant, hot flesh sealing off Stacy's mouth and nose, not allowing her to breathe.

Knowing that if she stayed where she was long enough she would eventually smother her rival unconscious and win the fight, Torrie grunted with the effort as she tightened her embrace around Stacy's head even more. Stacy, being fully aware that if she did not do something soon, she would end up passing out, tried to use the same tactics that had helped her escape the breast smother the first time. She reached blindly with her right hand and attempted to claw Torrie's face, but Torrie shook her head violently from side to side, evading Stacy's hooked fingers.

"Not this time, bitch!" growled the former fitness model as she lay on top of her rival, flattening her to the floor and suffocating her. "This time it's over for you!"

Writhing and kicking underneath the SMACKDOWN! Diva, Stacy hammered at Torrie's sides with both fists and clawed at her taut, tapering back, but got nowhere. Torrie remained on top, her muscles straining, her toned, shapely, glistening body almost totally motionless, only her torso expanding and contracting rapidly with her heavy breathing.

On the verge of passing out, Stacy slid her right hand down Torrie's back and ass and suddenly plunged a couple of fingers deep into Torrie's exposed sex, her long, sharp nails raking the delicate flesh mercilessly again and again. The former fitness queen gave a piercing shriek and literally jumped up in the air from a lying position, before quickly rolling away from Stacy and getting to her feet, her left hand reaching behind her.

"You dirty little whore!" the tearful Torrie screamed as she kicked Stacy, who was on her back sucking air.

Stacy moaned and sat up, trying to get to her feet. Torrie lifted her right knee and abruptly straightened her leg, the sole of her foot striking Stacy in the chest and sending her down on her back again. Stacy rose into a sitting position once more, but before she could get up, Torrie kicked her again, this time in the head. Scared and hurt, Stacy tried to get away from Torrie by scuttling backwards, pushing herself along the floor with her hands and feet, but stopping suddenly as her back pressed against the sofa. Snarling, Torrie moved in and swung her right leg back, preparing to unleash another kick.

"No!" Stacy moaned, shaking her head and, with nowhere to go, she held up her hands, palms facing outwards, a frightened, pleading look coming into her eyes.

An angry Torrie showed little sympathy for her downed foe, and now kicked Stacy on the side of the head, drawing a loud moan from the downed RAW Diva. Stacy made an attempt to fight back by lashing out with her right foot and trying to kick Torrie in the crotch, but Torrie quickly twisted to one side avoiding the kick, and then drove her heel right in the middle of Stacy's chest, forcing the taller girl all the way down to the floor and nearly knocking the breath out of her. Torrie then kicked Stacy in the ribs and went in for the kill, lowering herself down, preparatory to straddling the former Nitro Girl.

Stacy twisted along the floor and picked up her legs, wrapping them around Torrie's waist. Torrie's expression immediately changed following Stacy's move, but this new look on the Idaho native's attractive face showed neither pain nor fear - it was one of sheer annoyance. Clicking her tongue in a rather impatient fashion, the PLAYBOY cover girl - now on her knees - calmly set about getting herself out of the scissors hold by trying to force her opponent's legs open with her hands. Stacy quickly reached up with her right hand, grabbed Torrie's hair and pulled, at the same time twisting her lower body to the right, ultimately succeeding in bringing Torrie down to the floor on her left side.

Seeing that she wasn't going to be able to escape the hold without making an effort, Torrie tried more seriously, squirming back and forth, but all she managed to do was to turn her body at 90 degrees. The SMACKDOWN! Diva's torso was now wedged sideways between the other woman's legs with her head and upper body to the left of Stacy's body and her legs to the right, the small of her back resting on the inside of Stacy's right leg and her stomach right underneath the back of the Baltimore native's left leg. Propping herself up on her extended right arm, her ankles locked, Stacy began to squeeze with her legs, baring her teeth in both effort and anger.

Torrie winced and a worried look appeared in her eyes as the former dancer's long, strong legs began to constrict her midsection. Her beautiful face suddenly the picture of concentration, the sexy Idaho native struggled with all her might to break free, but could not. Stacy had already found out first-hand that Torrie was far stronger than her and knew very well that if Torrie broke loose she would hurt her badly, so now she just held on for dear life, bearing down on Torrie's midriff as hard as she could.

What followed was a titanic struggle, a battle of epic proportions between the former fitness queen's abs and the ex-dancer's legs. Groans and grunts of effort filled the air, both wrestling beauties straining to their limits, years of hard training coming to the fore and making taut, toned muscles stand out and ripple beneath smooth, sweaty skin as the two lithe, strong bodies writhed and squirmed around, vying for supremacy.

For several minutes the all-out war of rock-hard abs against legs of steel raged on with each side giving its all and achieving little more than simply holding ground. Still, both women wanted to win this, and wanted it badly, and so each one continued to strain, calling on all her physical and mental reserves: Stacy - doing everything she could to keep her rival ensnared and squeeze the life out of her, while Torrie struggled with all she had to hold out until her foe's legs tired and she was forced to release her. They did not bother speaking - both preferring to save their breath and focus entirely on the fight, each one well-aware that the current deadlock could not last indefinitely: sooner or later something had to give. And give it most certainly did. Since both combatants were strong and determined women, it took a long, long time, but ultimately a winner began to emerge, and much to one beauty's dismay and detriment, it turned out that someone, somewhere, sometime had got it all dreadfully wrong, and rock did not break scissors. Not always, anyway

Slowly, inexorably, Stacy's legs began to overwhelm Torrie's abs and compress the PLAYBOY cover girl's midsection tighter and tighter. Torrie groaned in both pain and despair and struggled, but it was in vain. As well-developed as her abdominal muscles were, they were simply could not withstand the massive pressure put on them by the former dancer's awesome legs. Inch by inch Torrie's washboard abs gave ground; inch by inch Stacy's devastating scissors cut deeper and deeper into the former fitness model's rapidly weakening belly.

Torrie was clearly suffering. As much time as she had been spending each day in abdominal exercises for years, it was obvious from her loud groans and her pain-distorted face, that her abs were no match for Stacy's powerful legs. And neither were her arms. Try as she might to prize the young RAW Diva's thighs open with her hands, Torrie achieved absolutely nothing, her fingers sliding along the smooth, slippery with sweat skin with no effect. Groaning, she squirmed back and forth, slapping and clawing at Stacy's left thigh, and even hammering at it with her clenched fists, but instead of releasing her vice-like hold, the former Nitro Girl tightened it even further, really pouring on the pressure now.

Torrie writhed in utter agony as her internal organs were being squashed by her rival's legs. She tried arching her back, hoping to somehow twist and break the hold, but every time she did so, Stacy merely hung onto her with almost all of her weight, eventually forcing her back down and all Torrie was managing to do with her constant struggling was to expend enormous amounts of energy, tiring herself out.

During one of Torrie's attempts at bridging, Stacy quickly slid her legs further up the SMACKDOWN! Diva's naked body, scissoring her rib-cage and squeezing harder than ever. The Maryland beauty's 42" legs easily encircled the 36" chest of her Idaho rival, Stacy's left thigh bearing down on Torrie's massive tits, squashing them flat against the ribs.

Torrie was in real trouble now. Not only was she hurting, but she was also having difficulties breathing. Every time she exhaled, Stacy's legs around her torso tightened a little bit more - just like a boa constrictor would do with its prey - giving her less and less room to expand her chest and take air into her lungs.

Moaning, her ribs feeling like they were going to collapse any moment and her face turning red from both exertion and oxygen deficiency, the PLAYBOY cover girl tried to claw at her opponent's crotch with her right hand. Stacy quickly grabbed her rival's wrist with her left hand and, taking advantage of the former fitness queen's weakened state, forced the arm down to the floor and pinned it there by shifting some of her weight onto her extended right arm with her fingers still gripping Torrie's wrist.

Torrie groaned and reached towards Stacy's crotch with her other hand. Stacy was expecting that and quickly reached with her left hand, managing to get hold of one of Torrie's fingers and wrenching it backwards, briefly and violently. Torrie screeched and withdrew her hand, tears coming suddenly to her eyes. The pain was so bad, that she actually thought her finger was broken (which it was not).

"Try that again and I'll break your whole fuckin' arm, you cunt!" Stacy growled angrily, all of a sudden feeling extremely confident and in control. She could sense that her rival was hurt and desperate, and, whereas just a short while ago the sexy Baltimore native had been merely fighting to survive, now she felt that she could actually beat the former fitness model and the realization seemed to give her extra strength. "Not so tough now, are you bitch!?" Stacy panted as Torrie groaned and squirmed between her legs. "Had enough, huh? You give up?"

But Torrie was not even thinking of giving up. She knew that she was stronger than Stacy, and to her the idea of losing to the younger girl was inconceivable. She continued to struggle, kicking her legs out and twisting her lower body from side to side in attempts to wriggle out of her rival's hold. Soon though, it became apparent that she was fading. Despite her being in great physical shape, she had wasted a lot of energy in her futile efforts to free herself from the scissors hold and by now she was exhausted, her movements becoming more and more feeble and uncoordinated with every passing second. And the fact that her breathing was severely restricted was not helping either; her face had become almost crimson, as she fought to get more air into her lungs, and her short labored gasps sounded more like wheezing than normal breathing - unlike Stacy, whose deep breaths continued hissing through her clenched teeth at even intervals.

With her struggles almost dying down, and knowing that at this rate she could not last much longer, Torrie again went for Stacy's crotch with her left hand in a desperate final attempt to break the taller girl's hold. Stacy reacted quickly and managed to get her free hand in the path of Torrie's hand, grabbing all four of the SMACKDOWN! Diva's hooked fingers and squeezing them, squashing them together and this time holding on to the hand, immobilizing Torrie's arm.

Even though she was rendered completely helpless now, Torrie continued to battle on, but her situation was now beginning to look more and more hopeless by the second. Try as she might, the trapped PLAYBOY cover girl simply had no answer for the awesome strength of the former dancer's legs. She could not escape them, nor could she fight them - they simply crushed her. The former fitness model's muscular torso offered no more resistance to the steely thighs than that of a rag doll would have, and it was not very long before it became constricted to the point where all the air was squeezed out of Torrie's lungs - and then some more. Deprived of oxygen, Torrie's powerful, shapely body quickly lost every last ounce of strength it had left, and within seconds, it went almost completely limp between Stacy's legs.

Determined to squash her rival, Stacy took a deep breath, braced her self and, baring her teeth in a grimace of tension, she let out a loud, harsh groan, which seemed to go on forever as she put everything she had into her legs in one titanic effort that had her face turn almost crimson with the strain.

But this was nothing compared to the hue which Torrie's face was beginning to take on. Unable to draw the shortest of breaths, and with her chest compressed so tightly that she felt like her empty lungs would collapse any second, Torrie was I absolute agony and her face was so suffused with blood that it looked more purple than red. Moments later, her oxygen-starved body began to shut down. Her eyes were now half-closed and what was left visible form them had glazed over as her eyelids began to flutter all of a sudden. Her head had rolled lifelessly towards her left shoulder and a series of short, barely-audible gurgling sounds was coming out of her gaping mouth, which had a string of drool escaping from its left corner. Her entire body was now limp and completely motionless, save for her right leg, which moved back and forth in a subconscious reflex, her foot twitching uncontrollably as she began to black out.

Just then, Stacy suddenly unlocked her ankles and released her scissors, pulling her right leg out from underneath Torrie's body. The PLAYBOY cover girl instinctively sucked in a lungful of air and almost immediately began coughing and hacking and gasping as she struggled to restart her breathing and replenish her supply of oxygen. Amazingly, she still had some fight left in her and enough presence of mind to roll to one side in an attempt to get away from her opponent. The attempt failed. Stacy had already risen up on her knees and now she pounced on Torrie, punching her in the face, twice, and then grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the floor. Torrie moaned and tried to fight back by reaching up and clawing at Stacy's face, but Stacy easily avoided the hooked fingers and drove a fist in Torrie's softened belly, causing the Idaho beauty to groan and curl up on her left side

"I'll show you how to scratch, slut!" Stacy hissed, reaching with both hands and raking her manicured fingernails down Torrie's exposed back - all the way from neck to ass.

Arching her back, Torrie cried out and then tried to crawl away from her tormentor, but Stacy was upon her in a flash, getting hold of her sweat-soaked hair with one hand and punching her on the side of the head with the other. The young RAW Diva then easily rolled her tired, hurt SMACKDOWN! rival onto her back and reverse-straddled her. Torrie had barely had time to try and struggle, when Stacy suddenly slid backwards, planting her shapely, bare ass right on the former fitness model's face, muffling her screams of protest.

With her face buried beneath Stacy's firm, glistening ass-cheeks and no air coming into her lungs, Torrie began to panic and fought frantically to break free. She writhed and squirmed, arching her back and twisting form side to side, arms and legs flailing and hands slapping and clawing at her opponent's hips and back in her desperate attempts to free herself. It was no good. Stacy just sat there, using her weight to hold her foe down, while continuing to smother the hapless PLAYBOY cover girl with her naked ass...