Celebrity Wrestling

Night 4, Match 5

Brittney Spears was steamed. Her partner for this weekend's tag-team tournament, Josie Maran, had just pinned her in their match and taken a 15 point victory. Losing wasn't all that had her riled up, though. She thought she had made an arrangement with Josie that would allow them both to get 5 submission points and then wrestle it out for the 10 point pin. Josie had betrayed her, though, and applied a figure-four headlock for her 4 th point with enough force to take a lot of the fight out of Brittney. She then forsook the arrangement (whereby Brittney should have gotten the next submission) and applied a sleeper hold to further wear Spears down. After that submission, Maran again locked a sleeper on Brittney and put her all the way out, gaining the three-count easily. As Brittney pounded on Josie's door, the rage continued to build within her.

“What in the fuck was that?” Brittney demanded as the door opened. “You conniving little bitch, I am going to beat you silly!”

“Calm down,” replied Josie, calmly. “You know most of what you're pissed about is that I beat you to the punch. Besides, getting into a fight with me now won't help anything. I'll fight back and one of us will beat up the other and then where will we be on Saturday? Look, in my first match, Jessica Alba took it to me pretty good. She may be all cute and cuddly and polite, but she can flat out wrestle. I didn't get any points in the match at all. I needed a good night tonight and I still need a big day Saturday. You get your points tomorrow night against Christina and come back Saturday ready to work. If you still want a piece of me after the tournament Saturday, we'll arrange it. Fair enough?”

Brittney was amazed at how methodical her partner was proving to be. She had worked this out very well and was, indeed, right. Josie had totally out-thought her and she knew it. “Ok,” she said after a brief silence. “You're right. A fight won't do us any good. That was just really fucked up. I'll decide after the tournament what I want in regards to pay back.”

“Good enough for me. I'm looking forward to your decision. I'm going to get dressed and get out of here. See you Saturday.”

With that, Brittney stepped out of the room. She hadn't expected to be talked down like that and was starting to feel a bit embarrassed at how well Josie had handled her.

In the ring, the ref has finished his pre-match meeting and the wrestlers are anxiously awaiting the match's start. Kim Smith and Christina Aguilera, both beaten badly in their first matches, are eager to get a win and build some momentum heading into the weekend. The 5'9 Smith dances in her corner looking ready to pounce on her 5'2 opponent. Kim is wearing red wrestling boots, a red string-bikini bottom and very clingy white t-shirt that doesn't make it all the way down to her belly-button. The shirt does little to hide the excitement she feels as the match's start draws near. Christina is adorned in black wrestling boots, a black bikini top and black bikini shorts. She starts towards the middle of the ring as the ref signals start.

As Christina steps out cautiously, Kim charges across the ring, leaping and driving her knee into Christina's chin. Aguilera is caught completely off-guard and her body is catapulted back into the corner from where she came. Her arms fly over the top ropes as she appears out on her feet. Kim follows up with another flying knee to the chin as she capitalizes on her momentum. Christina's head sags as Kim starts driving her knee forcefully into her stomach. After about six blows, the ref finally separates Kim from her witless foe. As he tries to check her for consciousness, Kim drags her out of the corner. Christina instinctively follows as she's led to the middle of the ring. Her arms are hanging limp and other than the steps she takes to keep up with Kim, she shows no signs of life. Kim abruptly lifts her lifeless body into the air and pounds her down on the mat, executing a devastating body-slam. As Christina lies on the mat, Kim reaches down and grabs her left ankle. She holds the ankle up as she positions herself straddling Christina's head, facing her feet. Aguilera's leg is elevated and she is technically being pinned here, but the ref hasn't started a count. Kim settles herself down, pinning Christina's shoulders with her shins. As an added bonus to the pin, Kim wiggles her delightful ass right on to Christina's face. As the ref counts, she grinds her womanhood on her fallen foe's face. Aguilera still cannot muster a defense and just lies there as the ref counts her out. Kim continues her gyrating, causing the ref to forcefully remove her from Christina. The crowd is going wild as the ref signals a pin-fall victory for Kim, who takes very little time to soak up the adulation before she heads out of the ring.

Kim strides quickly to the dressing room and, as she enters the room, Brooke Burns grabs her in a passionate hug, closing the door behind her. Kim starts to speak, but Brooke gently presses her against the closed door and places her index finger over the brunette's beautifully pouty lips. Brooke is still undressed from their earlier encounter. Kim runs her hands down Brooke's sides, resting them on her hips. Burns responds by sliding her finger down Kim's chin and between her ample breasts. Again, the t-shirt that Kim stole from Brooke earlier hides absolutely nothing as her excitement is plainly visible. Brooke teases Kim's solidly erect nipples, causing a shallowness in her breath. Kim grips the blonde's hips tightly, drawing her in closer. She then slides her hands further back, gripping Brooke's wonderfully tight ass as her nipples are continuing to be teased.

Finally, Brooke rips her shirt off of Kim's amazing body, unleashing her heaving breasts. She locks her mouth on to Kim's left nipple and lifts her right leg, grasping her behind the knee. She squeezes Kim in tight to her body, cupping her left cheek with her right hand and lifting Kim, carrying her to the same recliner where Kim had pleasured her earlier. As she lays Kim in the chair, she slides her red bikini bottom off. Brooke runs her tongue up and down the inside of Kim's left thigh, heightening her excitement. After a few brief moments of torture, Kim grasps Brooke's blonde locks and forces her face in to the promised land. She arches her back and wraps her legs around Brooke's head as she climbs directly into orgasm, Brooke still skillfully working to maintain the level of her excitement. As she starts to relax after the exhilaration of orgasm, Brooke looks up and smiles, “Relax, baby, I've got a lot more where that came from.”

Meanwhile, Christina has finally gotten to her dressing room. As she opens the door, she is shoved forcefully into the room. She turns to see Brittney standing at the door, having closed it behind her. “I've had a bad night, Chris,” Spears tells Aguilera. “I'll tell you what. We both know I am going to hurt you tomorrow night and that'll just be the beginning of a bad night for you. What if I just take my reward now and I won't be so hard on you tomorrow?”

Christina starts to reply as Brittney steps closer to her. She gently places her finger over Christina's lips, silencing her response. She then lifts Christina and sets her on the trainer's table. “I want you to know, I can be pretty gentle tonight. You'll probably even enjoy most of it. Tomorrow, though, you won't like me much.”

Brittney's hands wind around Christina's back as she pulls her close with a gentle hug. Christina finally starts shaking her head. She pushes back on Brittney's shoulders, gaining a little breathing room. “I'm gonna fuck you up tomorrow night in the ring. Then, I'm gonna bring you back here and I'm gonna make you scream my name in 6 languages. I'm gonna enjoy beating you down and crushing you emotionally. What do you think about that?”

Brittney replies, “Dream on, skinny whore. I've got a few things to show you and, believe me when I tell you, you're gonna hate turning me down today. It won't do you any good, but I'm gonna make you beg me to do things to you that you never dreamed you'd ask for. Till tomorrow, bitch. Sleep tight”