1st Round Wrestlers - Match One: Trish Stratus vs. Amy "Lita" Dumas

In the two weeks since the big announcement from the WWE that led to the Pay Per View on the Playboy Channel, Hugh Hefner was so supportive that he demanded a ringside seat for himself and his latest Playmates and, naturally, Vince McMahon agreed. The record sales for the PPV were the highest the WWE had seen in years- all thanks to Eric Bishoff although it was the McMahon's who took all the credit - except for Stephanie who was still nursing her Sable Bomb wound and pique at being forced to fight!

Stephanie had been so embarrassed by the incident that she hadn't been seen in the days leading up to the PPV event. To make matters worse, Stephanie wasn't even in the arena prior to the show! But that was far from the WWE board's only worry; they just wanted to get the show on the road so when Eric's music played, the sold out crowd who normally booed him rose to praise him as he came to the ring all smiles.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Eric began. "Get ready for the best night of your lives. Tonight Vincent K. McMahon and the WWE proudly present a special Pay-Per-View Spectacular; one we appropriately call Catfight! Lillian baby, why don't you come into the ring here and introduce the first fight."

Lillian Garcia strutted to the ring wearing an actual smile on her lovely face. Lillian normally didnt' get to do a big show like this, so she felt she was scoring some major points with the General Managers of Raw and the McMahon's - and she was more than ready! She held the microphone tight between her jutting breasts as she raised it to her full, luscious lips as Eric made his way back to the back to watch the show.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Lillian purred seductively. "It's time to get the party started! In the first block, the bouts will be between our professional wrestlers and/or valets. The rules for the matches are quite simple; there are none! The winner is determined by pinfall or by submission - either physical or sexual! Anything and everything is legal, so watch carefully. Now, it gives me great pleasure.....to introduce our first two victims...uh, I mean fighters, of the night. First up from Toronto, Canada is the former WWE Women's Champion - and a three time WWE Babe of the Year....TRISH STRATUS!!!"

Soon her voice, along with Lil' Kim's "Time to Rock and Roll" played as the lovely Trish Stratus came out from behind the curtain. Trish was all smiles and, of course, sexy as hell in a tight black top and black Daisy Duke shorts. Trish was also wearing a cowboy hat that she paused and put on Hugh Hefner's head as she reached his seats at ringside, then leaned over (and almost fell out of her tight black top) as she gave him a big, big kiss. Then Trish climbed onto the ring apron, bent and slowly slipped through the ropes. She strutted around the ring, smiled at Lillian and then leaped up on the turnbuckles and pumped her fist in the air as she called out to her fans in the crowd. Finally, she hopped down and went to wait in the opposite corner for her opponent.

"Next up," Lillian said, gesturing dramatically toward the still closed curtain. "From Cameron, North Carolina, another former Women's Champion who sports some of the coolest tattoo's known to man, or woman.....Miss Amy Dumas....LITA!!!!"

Boy Hits Car's "Loveenergypassionfiath" played on the PA as Lita came striding out with a scowl on her face. Clearly, unlike Trish, Lita was NOT happy at being involved in this event. She didn't smile at all coming to the ring and as she walked past Hefner and his pulchritudenious Playmates, she slapped Trish's hat off Hugh's head! Lita wore her usual ring attire; pink fishnet shirt, pink-jog bra under it, white shorts with a zebra stripped thong showing. Like Stephanie, Lita had made no secret of the being unhappy with the whole idea of a catfight tournament! She hadn't wanted to appear in it, wanted no part of it, but the McMahon Clan had pointed out the penalties for failing to honor her contract and Lita had, reluctantly, submitted. Now, she climbed the steps, stepped into the ring and just stood in the center ring glowering.

While Lita was angry and Trish was confused, good ol' Lillian just kept on talking, "And the special guest referee for this match...ME!"

She pulled off her shirt to reveal a black and white bikini top, then she whipped off her skirt to show a matching bikiini bottom. This brought a big smile to Trish's face because not only was Lillian her friend, but she was putting on a helluva show for once! But Trish was still rightly concerned about Lita who stomped over and snatched the microphone from Lillian's hands.

Lita snarled, "This is bullshit! This ain't wrestling, this is a buncha women rolling around on the mat just so that old prick over there," she pointed at Hefner. "Sitting with those silicone sluts, can get an erection like the rest of the horny bastards here. And let's not hear any BS from you lezbo dykes wanting to see my tits...'cause that is NOT happening! And don't get me started on having this bleached blonde bimbo as the ref...no fuckin'way! You guys in the back forget it...Trish you're a fool, but you're gonna win this match by forfeit!" Lita dropped and rolled out of the ring, landed on her feet and started to storm angrily up the ramp toward the dressing rooms. But just then, Linda McMahon came out and met Lita halfway up the ramp.

"I'll make this easy for you Lita...you fight or you're fired. No questions asked, just pack your bags and GIT!"

"That's not fair!" Lita whined.

"It's business!" Linda snapped, stabbing a well-manicured fingernail between Lita’s bulging boobs, then slowly raking it down her cleavage and snapping her top playfully.

Then, Trish picked up the microphone. She didn't like when Lita got all hot headed like this, and she was going to teach her a lesson...all she had to do was get her in the ring and Trish knew there was one sure-fire way to get Lita to fight!

"That's right Lita, go ahead and fire yourself. We all know your true love isn't in the wrestling ring anyway. You've been wanting to get back to that strip club you used to dance at haven't you? Oh yeah, I read your book! You were just some naked whore who couldn't cut it in the real world. Hell, no wonder Matt Hardy threw you to the curb!"

As some would say, that was the straw that broke the camel's back! Lita nodded at the CEO, spun around and charged the ring, diving headfirst in under the bottom rope. Trish knew that was what Lita would do and she was waiting for her, sending stomps to the high flyer's back as Lillian hurriedly signaled for the bell! Lita had to do something to get away from Trish's onslaught of boots and teach her a lesson. Lita rolled over on her back, but Trish kept stomping on her midsection until Lita grabbed Trish's foot and pulled her leg out from under her.

Trish was tipped off balance and she landed with a THUD right on that beautiful ass! Both girls rolled away from the other and got to their feet, then began to circle. Each took swipes at the other to test her defenses. Since they'd fought several times they both knew the other fairly well but this wasn't a normal wrestling match either!

"You have some nerve saying those things, Trish," Lita hissed.

"Oh, what's the matter did I strike a nerve?" Trish giggled.

"At least I worked to get where I am," Lita snarled. "I didn't put out for all the men here, especially daddy and sonny!. I bet they paid for your botched boob job too!"

"Fuck you!" Trish screamed.

"Bring it on bitch!" laughed Lita, seeing she was getting Trish angry.

And Trish did bring it on, charging into Lita. But the wily veteran Lita was ready and she side-stepped the blonde, grabbing her for a hip toss. Trish, being the dirty fighter she is, grabbed Lita's fishnet shirt and hung on as she was tossed, pulling Lita down with her and ripping Lita's shirt completely off! Lita landed on top of the Stratusfaction Wonder leaving Trish more hurt than she would have been and out of breath.

"So that's how you want to play!" the high flyer snarled, "Pull off Lita's clothes! Well two can play that game, you bitch!"

Lita rolled off of Trish who lay gasping and trying to catch her breath. Lita drove a kick into her side and Trish cried out as pain shot down her left side - only to cry out in protest when Lita grabbed her hair with one hand and started pulling off her shirt with the other. Trish tried to fight to get away but she couldn't break Lita's grip and in seconds, her black shirt was gone! Lita dragged Trish to the ropes and heaved her out of the ring between the 2nd and 3rd ropes, then she proceeded to dance around the ring, twirling Trish's black shirt over her head as the crowd jeered, cheered or just applauded wildly - depending on which Diva they supported or whether they just came for the T&A!

Trish's face was red with anger as she climbed back up into the ring but Lita was waiting for her and when Trish reached the ring apron, Lita reached over the ropes, grabbed her by the hair and tried to flip her over the top rope to get her back inside where she could finish the match. However, the crafty blonde wasn't done yet and she kicked a foot up and caught Lita flush in the face! Lita let go of Trish as she staggered backward with blood trickling from her nose and upper lip. Trish rolled back into the ring knowing she'd given herself an opportunity to turn the momentum back her way and she wasn't about to give Lita time to regain the advantage! While Lita was feeling her nose, Trish bounced off the ropes and sent a dropkick right into Lita's bra knocking her back on her butt. Trish let out a warcry as she dropped with her leg on Lita's stomach.

Then with a triumphant grin, Trish straddled her downed foe's waist and taunted her as she slapped her, "Hef's always wanted to see what you got. Now we got him here, let's give it to him!"

In the back room, the WWE board was on their feet at how the match had taken this turn. Trish was ripping off Lita's pink jog bra and once she had her breasts exposed, she grabbed hold and started twisting them, pulling and stretching the supple flesh like taffy. Lita was desperately trying to pry Trish's claws from them, but to no avail and tears began streaming down her red face.

"Eric, you are a genius," Vince praised, clapping Bischoff on the back heartily.

Back in the ring, Trish was demanding Lita submit to her so the match would be over, but now the last thing Lita wanted was out; she wanted to fight back and teach Trish a lesson about her remarks and pay her back for stripping her. Lita vowed she'd never submit to the blonde as, in desperation, Lita latched onto what was right in front of her - Trish's terrific taa-taas!

Trish hollered as Lita started digging into her precious puppies - doing the same thing to her she was doing. But Trish had one advantage even though her tits were more sensitive than Lita's and tears streamed down her face - at least her boobs were still protected slightly by her top! Trish finally had to let go of Lita's lovelies to drive three hard punches to Lita's face to make her let go. Lita finally did let go, but not before tearing off the blonde's bra as she pulled her hands away and staggered backward.

Both girls stumbled away, hands on their chests trying to massage away the pain in their tits. They both wanted to end the fight now, before things really got ugly and as they slowly came together once more, the crowd got to their feet to ogle the topless wonders in all their glory. Neither could afford to stop now and both were too proud of their breasts to even think of covering up. They ran toward each other for a lock up but what began as a normal lockup, ended up with both women grabbing the others hair and the hellcats stumbled, staggered and reeled around the ring until Lita scored with a knee to the gut that broke Trish's grasp.

Lita went for an Irish Whip but topless Trish reversed and sent it was Lita who went careening wildly to the strands. As she rebounded, however, Lita nailed Trish with her famous finisher, the Litacarana or hurricarana. Trish smashing headfirst to the mat in a heap and as Lita rolled over and sat up she was laughing. She could have, should have, put Trish away right then and there but the angry redhead wanted to pay Trish back for stripping her so she began to peel Trish's skin-tight leather pants down, revealing her black thong. Trish was still too dazed to offer any resistance as Lita picked the Canadian cutie up, held her chest high and then dropped her belly first onto her extended knee. The only sound Trish made was a low grunt as all the air was forced out of her lungs!

"So you think you know me," Lita yelled as she held Trish draped face down over her thigh. "You don't know shit! This is what happens to naughty little girls - except we do it bare-ass where I come from."

Laughing, Lita pulled off Trish's thong leaving her completely naked, then the redheaded high flyer started to humiliate the blonde by spanking her bare butt as Trish screamed with each hard blow! As her butt cheeks shuddered under Lita's hand, the pale flesh grew redder and redder by the minute! When Lita finally had enough, she dumped Trish to the mat where she landed with a loud yelp on her burnished bottom and lay on her back, her eyes squeezed closed as tears rolled down her blushing cheeks.

Then as Lita got to her feet, she gave the signal that this was the end! Sheclimbed the turnbuckles as Lillian got into position to make a count. Lita stood with her back to the ring, balanced herself and then launched her body into the air with a back somersault, her patented moonsault! She came crashing down across the beaten, battered and naked Trish's torso. Lita went for the pin, but Trish kicked out at Lillian's two count! Lita was going insane! Nobody ever kicked out of her moonsault before, especially some stupid ass blonde! Lita hair-hauled her "friend" to her feet and sent Trish crashing back-first into the corner. The Carolinian charged in shoulder first and WHUMP - the blonde's body slumped down and dropped on her bare ass in the corner.

Lita pulled Trish right back up and shook her bare boobs in Trish's face as she shouted, "You like these tits so much, you little whore? Well, here, have a close look at them if you like them so much!"

Then Lita did something she never thought she'd do, shoving her tits right in Trish's red face. Trish's face was swallowed up by Lita's cleavage as she was plastered into the corner. Trish tried anything she could think of to get free but nothing worked until, out of desperation, she tried to bite her way free; latching onto Lita's tit and chomping down!

Lita began screaming but she stubbornly refused to give up her titsmother. Lillian came over to check on Trish to make sure she wouldn't submit but then Lillian revealed her ulterior motive! Lillian grabbed the topless redhead by the shoulders and pulled her off of Trish. Lita was so surprised when she looked up into Lillian's face, she never saw Lillian's knee coming. The gut shot dropped Lita to her knees gasping for air while Trish was sucking in much needed air and smiling as her true friend was helping to buy her time to recover from her pummeling at Lita's hands.

"You think you're hot shit don't you!" Lillian said nailing another kick to Lita's gut that sent her tumbling backward to the ropes.

"Wha…why are you doing this?" Lita whined as she clutched her churning tummy.

"Don't you see, I'm more than just a damn announcer and sometime ref," Lillian explained, giving Lita another boot. "I'm a damn good fighter and I could easily whip your sorry ass all by myself. Trish could've beaten you but she was busy training me!" Lillian explained. "She never liked you and neither did I 'Amy'! This is the end for you in this tournament!"

But Lillian was so busy talking, she didn't see Lita's hand snaking up toward her womanhood. With a lunge, Lita grabbed a handful of Lillian's pussy and clamped on a debilitating crotch claw with crushing force! She latched onto Lillian's crotch with one hand, then added a second hand to increase the pressure as Lillian's face went white and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

As Lillian slowly collapsed to her knees, Lita grew more bold and began to lecture the erstwhile referee, "Don't mess with the big dogs Lillian, you might get..."

Unfortunately, Lita didn't get to finish her advice becaues Trish was back in the game! She started firing punch after punch into Lita's back and as she turned around to meet this new threat, Trish started punching her in the face. Lita had to let go of Lillian's crotch claw to protect herself from Trish's punches. Except Lita was now being attacked by two angry blondes as Lillian began to rain down her own punches on the kneeling redhead..

In the back, the WWE board was going nuts and Vince was boasting to Eric that his idea was getting better by the minute! "She was running her mouth," Eric responded. "I made sure she was going to know exactly how things are dealt in the WWE, much like your daughter will find out later tonight. Lillian was more than eager to help out if needed."

Out in the ring, Lillian scored with a downward chopping punch to Lita's left boob and as she turned with the blow, Trish landed a right hook that sent Lita spiraling into the mat on her face.

"Strip her!" screamed Trish and Lillian followed orders to a tee, pulling the belt from Lita's shorts and using it to strangle her. "No dammit!" Trish snarled. "I want her to learn her lesson now!"

Trish grabbed Lita by the neck and wrapped her up in the Stratusfaction Bulldog. Lita went out cold as soon as she hit the mat.

Trish slapped her awake and sat her up, shaking her finger in her face as she screamed, "Lita, you fool. You should know better than to challenge me to a catfight. Look at all the mud brawls and lingerie fights I have under my belt! You're just trailer trash and I'm glad this'll be the last thing you see tonight. I just wish you could've taken some pleasure in this evening."

Lita's eyes got wide as Trish's turned around and dropped her nice firm ass down on Lita's flushed face and began to butt smother her. Lita tried to escape, pushing up on Trish's butt with both hands and thrashing her legs trying to kick out, but everything she tried was to no avail. Each move she made was countered by either Trish or Lillian who'd punch her in the gut. After what seemed like hours, Lita's body went limp and her arms dropped to her sides.

Trish's naked body was glowing with excitement as Lillian made a totally unnecessary three count. Trish's big breasts heaved up and down in victory as Lillian finally said three, then took Trish's arm and pulled her to her feet to raise it over her head. Everyone in the arena got to their feet as well, whistling at Trish's naked body and applauding; including Hefner who, really seemed to enjoy the fight.

"The winner of the first round wrestlers match," announced Lillian. "By a pinfall/knockout....TRISH STRATUS!!!"

Then Trish leaned over Lita and and gave her a kiss on the mouth, whispering, "Looks like our friendship is officially over old friend. But I wouldn't mind doing this to you again and again."

Trish got up and headed to the back to see whom she'd be fighting from the Stacy Kiebler-Torrie Wilson match. She didn't care who it was since she was confident she could beat either of them but she sorta hoped it would be Torrie since she had posed for Hefner in Playboy and Trish was a bit jealous of all the publicity she'd garnered from it.

Lillian stayed behind in the ring glaring down at Lita's naked, sweaty body. She'd always hated Lita and tonight she got in some licks. She reached down and put a small calling card between the redhead's naked breasts where she'd see it when she woke up..It read, "Tonight is just the beginning Amy...When this is all over, I'll finish what I started."

Then Lillian grabbed Lita's limp body by the ankles, dragged her over to the edge of the ring and kicked her out under the bottom rope onto a gurney that would carry her back to the first aid station. Then Lillian hitched up her bikini and took her seat at the ring announcer's table laughing a very evil, wicked laugh!
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1st Round Wrestlers - Match Two: Stacy Kiebler vs. Torrie Wilson

After the crowd and the crew backstage had calmed down, Lillian Garcia, still wearing her referee bikini outfit, again addressed the crowd, "I know what you’re thinking; how can we top that last match? Easy! We’ve got two spoiled blonde divas going at each other in the second match and they both have quite a history of rolling around in the ring! First off, however, we need to introduce the referee for this match. Former WWE and WWF diva, and model on Wrestling Vixxxens....Ryan Shamrock!

The former diva came down the ramp wearing a referee bikini obviously one or two sizes to small as her breasts were straining the fabric of her top while her g-string left nothing much to the imagination either.

Ryan climbed into the ring and snatched the mic from Lillian, "Vince, this is bullshit! I can't believe I'm not in this tournament. You can all see I've got what it takes,” she purred, running her hands slowly down her figure. “You invite those skanks Beulah and Francine, washed up Sunny and Major Gunns who’s packing a 22 caliber compared to me! I may be the ref tonight but I WILL make a run for the gold when this is over!”

Then she turned to Lillian Garcia with even more hatred in her voice than she had for Vince, "As for you…I applaud how you stuck your nose in where it didn't belong in that last match. But next time, finish the job bitch! Don't give thong girl a chance to get back into the fight. Oh yeah, I heard you bitching back there how you aren't in this either, but you’ll have to go through me if you want to horn in. And I just hope Lita gets a chance to kick you ass later too!”

Ryan slammed the microphone back in Lillian's hand and for a moment it looked like they’d come to blows right there. Neither moved until Torrie Wilson's theme, “I Need More Time” began to play, then Ryan stepped to one side. But both girls knew that they’d meet again in a catfight, probably sooner than later.

Lillian gamely continued doing her job, "And coming down the aisle, from Boise, Idaho; the hottest Playboy model to date….the sexy and curvaceous, Miss Torrieeeee Willlllson!”

Torrie came out wearing a pink robe that just reached down to her crotch, smiling all the way down the ramp until she reached Hef who looked up at her with undisguised lust while the blonde Playmates on either side of him glared at Torrie with disgust as the wrestler straddled Hef’s lap, leaned her big bosom into him and planted a big, long kiss on his mouth.

"Take my robe off baby," she whispered and Hef dutifully did as told to revealed that Torrie had no top! She rewarded Hef by grabbing the back of his head and rubbing her tits in his face with little show of resistance from the old lecher!

" I bet you missed that just like you did this," Torrie said as she got up off the old man's lap and stepped out of her bikini bottom. She draped it over his shoulder, then climbed naked into the ring. Lillian just rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't help whistling at Torrie before she took a deep breath and spoke into her shakaing microphone, "And from Baltimore, Maryland, the sexiest blonde with the 41 and a half inch legs....Stacyyyyy Kieeeeebler!"

The ex-Baltimore Ravens cheerleader and Duddly Boyz Ring Lady comes out to Kid Rock's version of “Legs” in a camouflage bikini. But as Stacy struts and wiggles her way down to the ring, pulls off her top. When she reaches the steps leading up to the ring, Stacy sees Torrie stretching in her birthday suit, frowns, then shrugs and smiles.

"When in Rome," she said with an erotic smile, then pulled off her bottom and walked over to Hef. She draped it over his other shoulder and Hef’s experienced eyes quickly noted that both blondes were indeed natural, and had shaved.

Stacy entered the ring in her usual way; straddling the middle rope and pausing - only this time she wiggled her ass a little longer for Hef and erotically rubbed her bare pussy on the middle rope. She had to get in the ring, although she seemed to be getting off on the rope grinding in her womanhood...and it was very evident she was enjoying herself tremendously!

Lillian’s voice was overwhelmed by the crowd's whistling and screaming out requests as she said, "Well ladies and gentlemen, we have a real unexpected treat for y’all. Apparently we're gonna have the battle of the naked blondes tonight! With their heated rivalry, this is destined to be a real slobber knocker so lets get it on!"

In the back the big-wigs where losing it. "Eric did you plan this?" Shane hollered as Linda McMahon just stared out smiling at the crowd a bit wistfully, perhaps remembering some event in her own past that had yet to come to light? "This is brilliant, you little sumbitch," Stone Cold hooted. "No, they're doing this all by themselves," Bishoff replied modestly, mentally kicking himself for not thinking of it or at least trying to take credit.

When the bell sounded and the two feline beauties came bolting out of there corners, then slowly circled; their bare breasts swaying back and forth until they came together in a collar-elbow lockup. They struggled for control until Stacy squirmed free and whipped Torrie into the ropes. She rebounded and did a cartwheel, leaping up and chopping Stacy across the throat. The leggy blonde staggered back gagging, but before she could mount a defense, Torrie grabbed her wrist and whipped her into the ropes.

Stacy rebounded the same way as Torrie, with a cartwheel and the crowd ate it up - especially when Stacy dropped and did the splits in the center of the ring, dropping on her tight ass with her long legs pointing fore and aft! Stacy’s celebration was short-lived, however, because as she was posing with her arms in the air, Torrie leveled her with a drop-kick to the face! As Stacy lay spread-eagled and dazed, Torrie stood over her with her hands on her hipslaughing, then hair-hauled Stacy to her feet.

"Stupid bitch," Torrie spat, "You still make all the rookie mistakes!"

Stacy just smiled and shot a hand out. It found its wide open target...Torrie's womanhood. Stacy’s crotch claw pierced Torrie’s pussy lips and the blonde's eyes widened with a painful new sensation. Torrie quickly released the leggy blonde, pushed Stacy’s hands away and stumbled back massaging her throbbing mound.

"And you keep leaving yourself open for bitch attacks," Stacy laughed!

Keeping her crotch claw clamped tight, Stacy scooped up Torrie and then bodyslammed the naked blonde to the canvas; the impact making her big breasts bounce wildly. Torrie lay with her mouth gaping as she arched her back in pain, then slowly rolled over and started to crawl away as Stacy by taunting Torrie to get up.

Torrie tried to pull herself up by the ropes, but her back was still hurting and she lost her grip on the ropes and fell back to her knees with her head and shoulders outside the ropes and her ample mounds draped over the middle rope staring down at the leering Hef. Stacy saw her opportunity and smiling evilly, she sprinted across the ring and leaped on Torrie's back. The impact dug the ropes into the undersides of Torrie's tender tits forcing the fitness model to cry out in pain as her hands went to her boobs.

"Come on, I want a pony ride," Stacy squealed as she grabbed two handfuls of Torrie’s hair like a pair of reins and began jumping up ad down on Torrie's back, diggingg the rope in deeper. Tears began streaming down the blonde's crimson face as Torrie looked out toward Hugh as if begging him to stop her pain. The Playmates on either side of Hef, however, clapped excitedly and urged Stacy to even more cruel acts. Hef simply held up his hands smiling as if to say, "You got yourself into this, Torrie. Now get yourself out of it."

"Ohhhhh!” Stacy pouted. “This pony is broken! It won’t go anywhere!"

Laughing, Stacy climbed off Torrie's back, which brought relief to her breasts, but only briefly. Stacy dragged Torrie up and hair-mared her out into the center of the ring. Then as Torrie lay holding her back, Stacy climbed the ropes to the top turnbuckle planning to end the fight. Mimicking Rob Van Dam, Stacy leaped off the ropes going for a frog splash but Torrie wasn’t as hurt as she appeared and she was ready. As Stacy soared through the air, Torrie pulled both knees up and Stacy let out a plaintive, “NOOOOOO!” just before she crashed down hard on Torrie’s knees.

Stacy’s body jacknifed over Torrie’s knees, then Stacy slowly rolled off to one side and lay with both arms wrapped around her middle holding her churning gut and struggling not to vomit while Torrie lay on her back rubbing the pain out of her boobs. For a while neither moved as both were feeling the lasting effect of the abuse to their bodies from this real fight - something they weren’t used to as ‘Professional Wrestlers’!

Torrie wasn't in as bad a shape as Stacy and she got to her feet first. Stacy had just made it to all fours when Torrie ran over from behind and gave her a painful punt between her spread legs, her foot wedging deep into the folds of Stacy’s exposed and undefended pussy. Stacy wanted to scream but she couldn't….her lips just made a tiny ‘o’ but nothing came out except for a tiny squeak!

"How do you like it cunt!" yelled Torrie as she delivered one more kick before Stacy collapsed and then another when she exposed herself as she pulled her knees up to her chest!

Now it was Stacy doing the crying and there was nothing ladylike or tenative about it. Stacy threw back her head and wailed as soon as she found the breath, sobbing deep, ragged sobs, her body shaking. And Torrie wasn't finished! She wanted revenge for Stacy's earlier tactics and the abuse her pride-and-joy breasts had endured.

"Paybacks are a bitch, Stacy, you’re getting what your bitch ass deserves!"

Torrie hauled the sobbing Stacy to her feet by the hair, then keeping hold of her hair the centerfold began dragging Stacy along the rope, raking her perky tits on the rough top rope. After only a few seconds, Torrie pushed Stacy’s chest against the ropes with her tits over the top rope, then reached over and pulled the middle rope up over Stacy's tits, trapping her boobs between the twisted ropes.

Stacy squealed and squirmed and cried but she couldn't get free as long as Torrie was pressed up against her back holding onto the twisted pair of ropes.

"Do you give?" Ryan Shamrock asked the red-faced and weeping young blonde.

"N….n…..NO!" Stacy gasped.

"Give up Stacy it's all over," Torrie demanded, driving her hips forward and slamming her pubic mound erotically into Stacy’s round bottom, then pulling on the ropes and repeating the move to a standing ovation!.

"Fu….UNGH….ck you!" Stacy grunted.

"Well, OK; if that's what you want!" Torrie shrugged.

She pulled Stacy off the ropes, stretching her trapped tits until the ropes slid away, leaving dark red welts on Stacy’s flawless flesh. Torrie swung Stacy around and Irish Whipped her into the far corner where Stacy hit with her back hard, her long hair whipping backward as her head snapped over the top turnbuckle. But despite the impact, Stacy’s long, lean, lanky body didn't sag or slump as she held herself up with her arms draped over the top ropes on either side. Torrie came charging in and drove her shoulder into Stacy's belly so hard that Stacy’s long legs came up on either side of Torrie’s hips and Stacy’s arms flopped forward across Torrie’s shoulders. Stacy let out a long, low groan of pain, but when her legs dropped back to the mat and her arms slipped off Torrie’s shoulders, Stacy still remained upright!

Torrie licked her lips as she reached up and closed both hands over Stacy's small, firm tits. Stacy hollered in pain as Torrie crushed and twisted her tits, then pulled and pinched her nipples as Stacy’s feet jumped up and down on the mat and her hands pawed at Torrie’s shoulders. She tried to pull Torrie's hands loose, but the centerfold kept her iron grip firm, then to add insult to injury, she took a step back and broughth her knee crashing up into Stacy’s still tender pussy so hard that Stacy was lifted off her feet!

"Just give up Stacy! It's over!" Ryan advised her.

"NUH…NUH…NUHEVER!" Stacy moaned.

Again Stacy fought fire with fire and latched onto Torrie's tits. Soon, Torrie's screams matched Stacy's in volume as the two nude blonde heads shook and bobbed, whipping from side-to-side as they struggled against the building pain in their bosomes. Two iron grips wrestling for power; neither wanting to be the first to relinquish her hold. Torrie tried to knee lift Stacy again, but Stacy was quicker and her long leg scored with a knee to Torrie's soft belly.

Torrie was momentarily stunned and it gave Stacy the chance to press her advantage! Holding Torrie by her tits, Stacy spun her around and slammed Torrie back into the corner, then stepped back and raised her foot, slamming it into Torrie’s throat in her famous foot choke. Torrie gagged as Stacy's foot pressed on her windpipe and Stacy kept it up until Torrie raked her sharp nails down Stacy’s calf!
Stacy squealed and hopped back, then bent to check her leg. Torrie hoping to use Stacy’s distraction to her advantage, charged out of the corner with a loud yell. But her scream snapped Stacy's attention back to her and gave Stacy time to get ready. As Torrie lunged, Stacy nailed her with a picture-perfect hip toss and Torrie’s butt bounced three times as she skittered across the canvas.

"How's that for a rookie mistake?" Stacy spat disdainfully as she dragged Torrie up and piledrived her head into the mat.

Torrie's legs flopped over and her body slightly shuddered on impact….she was almost out and although she was awake, she couldn't get her body to obey her brain and stand up. Stacy whipped the sweat from her brow and tits, signaling to her fans she thought this fight was over. Then she sat down behind Torrie, pulled Torrie to a sitting position and wrapped her long legs around her waist. As Torrie leaned back into her, Stacy locked her ankles and began to crush as she reached around Torrie and began mauling her proud tits. With Stacy’s 41" legs crushing her waist and Stacy's claws mauling her breasts, Torrie quickly began to cry in pain.

"Do you give?" Ryan yelled as she leaned in close to Torrie’s flushed face..

At first Torrie wouldn't give, but as soon as Stacy switched to gouging her eyes Torrie frantically began waving her arms and slapping Stacy's calves. Lillian rang the bell and started to climb into the ring as Ryan pulled Stacy’s hands away from Torrie’s face. Stacy got up basking in the cheers of the crowd and smiled as Lillian announced her the winner. Then when Ryan tried to raise her hand, Stacy pulled away from her and kicked Torrie, sending her rolling across the ring. Stacy kicked the centerfold out under the bottom rope and jumped out after her. Stacy stepped over Torrie’s body and went over to Hef and grabbed Torrie's thong from him.

"This is MY trophy!" she told him with a big smile as she straddled his lap. "And this is yours," she laughed as she gave him a lap dance, then shoved her own thong in Hef’s pocket...

Stacy walked hand-in-hand to the dressing room with Ryan, leaving Lillian in the ring to set up the next fight....Beulah vs. Francine.