SMOKING LEATHER BABES DESTROYED!

By Rob McNeil

Shawna and Candi were drowning their sorrows together at "The Silver

Slipper." They were each strippers at the club, and had been friends for a

year. Candi Vincent was 20 years old, and worked at an auto parts store

three days a week while stripping three nights a week. She had a beautiful

face, with long, straight blonde hair, and lucious lips. She always wore

heavy makeup, especially around her eyes, and kept plenty of lipstick on

those lips. She was very skinny, weighing just 108 pounds on her 5'4"

frame. Her arms and legs were very thin, her rear end looked perfect in her

skin tight jeans, and her chest was magnificent. She had gotten breast

implants when she was 18, and now was a perfect 32D.

Shawna Roberts was a 31 year old two time divorcee. She was 5'8" but only

122 lbs. She too had implants, and sported a 34D chest. Her ass was great,

and her legs and arms were at least as skinny as Candi's. Shawna's hair was

long, black and curly, and her face was not as flat out gorgeous as Candi's,

but she was very pretty and also applied her makeup liberally, and kept her

fake nails perfectly painted. Shawna was a full time stripper and escort,

and had been doing it for 12 years.

Both Candi and Shawna had always been bad girls, and that's what brought

them together. Each was a product of a broken home, and they were such

heavy cigarette smokers that the other strippers called them the "Chimneys."

Candi started smoking when she was 12. Her mother, a smoker as well,

never protested and let Candi smoke in the house. Candi now smoked about 2

packs of Salem 100s per day. She had never played any sports, but had held

after school jobs all through high school. Shawna had been smoking for

twenty years, and consumed 2 to 3 packs of Marlboro 100s per day. Like

Candi, she had never been involved in athletics. Both girls were blessed

with bodies that stayed thin despite the abuse of drinking, smoking, poor

eating, and the frequent use of marijuana. Shawna had battled a cocaine

habit which broke up her two marriages, but had been clean from coke for two

years now.

Candi and Shawna also shared a love for leather clothing, and went shopping

together frequently. On this Monday night in January, an hour before they

were scheduled to dance, Shawna wore her skin tight black leather pants

tucked into her high heel ankle boots, a silver belt, and her black leather

crop top biker jacket. Candi wore her painted on red leather mini-skirt,

red leather knee high boots, and a smooth white leather jacket. They were

drinking and smoking up a storm, complaining about struggling finances, when

they were approached by a customer named Mike Shine. Mike had been sitting

next to them for a couple of minutes when he leaned in.

"Girls, I'm sorry to have been eavesdropping, but I thought I might be able

to help with the money issue. And don't worry, I'm not a creep who's going

to ask you to sleep with me."

Shawna, smoke pouring out of her mouth, joked, "Do you mean you're not

going to ask for sex, or you're not a creep?"

Mike laughed and said, "Neither. I'm a video producer. I run a small

women's wrestling company, and we make videos. We're always on the hunt for

new talent, and I thought that you two would look great in the ring as a tag

team. Ever wrestled before?"

Both girls shook their heads from side to side and Candi asked, "What kind

of wrestling? Oil or mud or something?"

Mike responded, "No, no. This is more professional style, dry, in a ring.

I don't want to scare you off though. Some of our girls have some

professional training, but most do not. Most just learn on the job."

Shawna asked, "Well how much do you pay?"

"I want to film on Thursday night, and need a tag team to go against our

champions. I'd be willing to pay you $2,000 each, but if you won, we'd bump

that up to $5,000."

Both girls' eyes bulged with excitement. Shawna blurted out, "Where do we

sign?" Candi was giggling, smoke streaming out of her nostrils: "We'll kick

their asses for $5,000!"

Mike said, "I hope you're serious. If you are, I want to give you

protection with a contract. I'm a man of my word, but I want you to know

that you'll really be paid. I keep one with me because I never know when

I'll run into a future champion wrestler." Mike produced a one page

document. Shawna lit another Marlboro and read it over. Indeed, it

provided for payment as Mike had said. It also contained a broad release,

exonerating Mike and his production company if the girls were to get hurt.

Shawna assumed that was standard. She handed the document over to Candi,

took a deep drag, and said, "Looks like a pretty good deal. One night's

work, two grand, maybe five."

Candi viewed Shawna as an older sister, and went along with her judgment.

"I'm game if you are." Shawna looked at Mike and said, "You've got a deal."

The girls took pens from the bar and signed. Candi asked, "What do we

wear and where to we go?"

Mike said, "On Thursday night, at about 7:00, come down to 1032 East Main

Street. It's the warehouse on the corner of Pine. I'll provide you with

wrestling boots. What kind of swimsuits or teddies do you have?" The girls

thought for a minute, and then said, "We just bought these leather teddies,

with choker collars, that are pretty hot."

Mike said, "That'd be great. We'll play up the ‘biker chick' angle.

You'll be the tough girls. Make sure you wear your leather jackets too. I

think you two are going to be great." He stuck out his hand to shake and

added, "Here's my card if you have any questions. Call me any time."

Candi thought to ask, "Who will we be wrestling?" Mike replied, "Jean and

Debbie, ‘The Smash Sisters.' They're great girls, and I think you'll like

them. They'll teach you a lot and make it a great match. In fact, why

don't you show up at 6:00, and we'll go over a few things and shoot an

interview. Oh, what size shoe do you two wear."

Shawna said, "We're each a 6. Can we bring anybody?" Mike said, "Normally

we don't allow spectators, but if you want to bring a special friend, that'd

be okay."

Mike walked out, contract in hand. Candi and Shawna were excited, lit up

new cigarettes, and ordered more drinks. Candi said, "What if we get hurt?"

Shawna took a deep drag and replied, "Come on. You've seen that stuff on

TV. It's all fake. We won't get hurt. Besides, I'm not too bad a fighter

myself. If things get rough, we'll be okay. You know when my ex's

girlfriend attacked me, if I'd have seen her coming, I would have kicked her

ass." Candi said, "Yeah, but you didn't, and she hurt you pretty bad.

Anyway, I can take a little pain for two grand."

Candi and Shawna arranged to have Thursday night off from the club. Candi

drove her Camaro over to Shawna's apartment at about 5:00. She was dressed

to the nines, in her skin tight white leather pants, white leather knee high

boots, and white leather jacket. Her blonde hair was teased up high, and

her makeup was painted on. She was a vision in white, including her pale

skin and her ever present all white cigarette. Only the blue eyeshadow and

thick red lipstick altered the image.

She knocked on Shawna's door and entered, finding it open. Shawna was

coming out of the bedroom, wearing only a robe, with a freshly lit Marlboro

between her fingers. Her black hair was tousled, and Candi said, "Look

who's getting busy!" Shawna giggled and replied, "I don't know about you,

but I've been pretty nervous and needed to blow off some steam." Behind

Shawna came a guy dressed only in boxer shorts who wrapped his arms around

Shawna's chest and pulled her face around to kiss her deeply. He unlocked

his lips, looked at Candi, and said, "Hey girl, you ready for your fight?"

This was Rob, Shawna's 26 year old boyfriend of the moment.

Candi joked, "I thought I was, but now my partner won't have any energy.

God, I've been nervous too." Shawna suggested, "Why don't you grab a beer

and smoke a bowl while I get ready." While Shawna retired to the bedroom

with Rob, Candi helped herself to a beer in the refrigerator, grabbed

Shawna's pot smoking bowl, and sat down on the couch. She rested her

cigarette on one of the nearly full ashtrays, took some weed from her purse

and commenced getting high, alternating deep drags between her cigarette and

the marijuana.

Shawna eventually emerged from the bedroom, with her hair done, makeup

applied, and yet another burning cigarette. She had put on her teddy, which

was black leather all around, chains across her chest spanning her cleavage,

and leather straps which led up to a leather choker collar around her

throat. She then had slipped into her painted on black pants, and tucked

them into her ankle boots. She smiled at Candi and said, "Share the

wealth." Shawna sat down and took her turn at getting high, filling her

body with smoke from both her cigarettes and the marijuana.

At ten minutes to six, with their heads swimming sufficiently, the girls

were ready to go. Shawna slipped on her black leather biker jacket, put a

fresh pack of Marlboros in her pocketbook to go with her half full one, and

she and Candi and Rob headed out. Rob drove the girls in his pickup truck.

The two Chimneys quickly filled the crowded cab with smoke. The drive to

the warehouse was short one, and after parking, they found the door

unlocked.

They entered into a fairly well-lit area, dominated by a professional style

wrestling ring raised a couple of feet off the floor. Mike Shine left the

group he was talking to and greeted them warmly. "All right! There are the

‘Leather Babes'!" He extended his hand to Rob and the guys greeted each

other. "Come on over here, I'll introduce you around." Candi looked at the

growing ash on her cigarette and asked Mike, "Is it okay for us to smoke in

here?" Mike said, "Sure, just put out your butts on the concrete floor. We

don't have many other smokers, but one of the cameramen smokes, and that's

what he does." Candi said, "Thank god we can smoke. It's getting cold

outside."

The crowd by the ring included the three cameramen, Nick the referee, and

eight other female wrestlers. The six singles wrestlers greeted the new

girls warmly. Jean and Debbie, ‘The Smash Sisters,' were cordial, but more

standoffish. They were also large. Jean, 25 years old, was 5'7", but

weighed 155 lbs., with very thick arms and legs. Debbie, 24, was a full six

feet, and weighed 170 lbs. They were each dressed in spandex body suits

with wrestling boots, and had obviously spent some time in gyms and at

tanning beds. Debbie said, "So you two have never wrestled before, huh?"

Candi and Shawna nodded their heads from side to side. Jean asked, "Think

you're up to it?" Shawna was feeling nervous, with huge butterflies in her

stomach, but didn't like Jean's tone, and tried to show no fear. She took a

deep drag from her cigarette and replied, "We can take care of ourselves.

Don't worry about us." Debbie looked at her opponents and said, "We'll see.

Be careful."

Mike interrupted the exchange and said, "Come on back here with me." He

led Candi, Shawna, and Rob back to one of two mock dressing rooms, which was

nothing more than a room with a table and four chairs. On the table were

two pairs of leather wrestling boots. Mike said, "You two get ready, then

we'll film an interview, and then Nick will show you a few things and answer

any questions you have." As Mike left, Shawna placed her burning cigarette

butt between her lips, fished in her pocketbook for a fresh Marlboro, and

lit it with the burning butt. Candi took a monster drag, dropped her Salem

to the ground, crushed it with her boot, and lit a new one.

Candi was the first to mention their opponents. "Fuck, those two bitches

are big!" Shawna said, "Bitches is right! What an attitude. But you're

right, they're built like guys." Candi and Shawna were each struggling to

escape their painted on leather pants. Rob added, unhelpfully, "Oh, you two

will be fine. Just go low, go for the legs." Candi asked rhetorically,

"And then what do we do?" Rob laughed, "Pray and run." Shawna sneered,

"Thanks a lot. You're real supportive."

With Rob's help the girls laced up their wrestling boots. Candi's teddy

was the exact same design as Shawna's, but in white leather. She, of

course, took the white boots. Rob marvelled at how great the two girls

looked. Shawna with her black curly hair, heavy makeup, pale skin, black

leather teddy and black boots; Candi with her straight blonde hair, heavy

makeup, pale skin, white leather teddy and white boots. Each was very

skinny, which made their bodacious chests stand out even more prominently

under the leather and chains. They were shivering in the cold warehouse and

slipped on their leather jackets, visions of smoke and leather in black and

white.

Mike poked his head in and asked if the girls were ready. A cameraman

followed him in. "We're now going to do a locker room interview. You two

are the ‘Leather Babes' and you're the challengers for the tag team title.

I want you to be very confident, very aggressive, and tell us what you're

going to do to the champs. Brag about how tough you are and how you're

going to kick their asses. Be sensual too, it's going to be guys who buy

this tape. Anything we don't like we can edit out later, so just go with

it. Keep on smoking, that's part of your gig. In fact, here's an idea, at

the end of the interview, each of you blow smoke right at the camera. Okay?

You ready?"

The girls nodded and the camera light came on. Mike started, "I'm Mike

Shine, here in the locker room with Shawna and Candi, the Leather Babes, who

will be challenging the Smash Sisters for the tag team title tonight.

Shawna, this is your first match. Are you nervous?"

"No way Mike. We're going to kick some ass!"

"Candi, the Smash Sisters outweigh the two of you by a considerable margin.

Does that worry you?"

"Mike, those two cows had better be worried about us. They're not going to

know what hit them."

"You two are the Leather Babes, and you sure look good in that leather.

How did you come up with that look?"

Shawna replied, "We always wear leather, Mike. It's tough but sexy. It

shows that we're going to kick some ass, and then have some fun afterward."

Shawna did a sexy dance, with her hands moving down her thin, soft body.

Candi caught on and followed suit.

Mike: "I notice you're smoking cigarettes. Won't that impair your

endurance in the ring?"

Candi chimed in, "We won't need any endurance, because we're going to beat

those cows in no time flat!" She and Shawna took drags from their

cigarettes and exhaled lungfulls of smoke at the camera lens.

"There you have it fans, the Leather Babes are here to challenge for the

belts and they are talking tough!"

The camera light went off and Mike congratulated the girls on cutting a

great interview. He then led them to the ring where Nick greeted them.

Nick spent several minutes with them, explaining how to bounce off the ropes

and that if they are slammed, they should land as flat as possible to spread

the force throughout their bodies. He also explained that it was a no

disqualification match, that all moves were legal except biting and eye

gouging, and that pins did not count, the loser had to submit. Despite the

girls' attempts to hide it, Nick saw the fear creeping over their faces, and

assured them. "Don't worry. Jean and Debbie have had several matches, and

they're real good. They're not here to hurt you, just to put on a good

show. You girls fight back however you can, and it'll be great. Don't

forget to tag in and out." Nick showed them their corner, and the rope for

one partner to hold until she tagged.

Nick finished, then went over to Mike, and whispered to him that Shawna and

Candi looked very nervous, and might be having second thoughts. Mike then

reminded Nick that this was to be a "squash match," not to stop it too

early, and to let the Smash Sisters take control. Shawna and Candi had

returned to the locker room for much needed cigarettes. Mike followed them

and explained that theirs was the second match, and they could watch the

first one and maybe get some pointers. He then showed them two checks made

out for $2,000 each, to make sure that their motivation was where it needed

to be. "And remember, if you can make the Smash Sisters submit, these

checks more than double." The girls' anxiety was now to the point where

they could barely do anything but bring their cigarettes to their mouths for

deep drags.

They took a couple of seats by the ring with Rob to watch the first match,

Zena vs. The Olympian. Shawna and Candi chain smoked while The Olympian

clearly outclassed her opponent. The Olympian outweighed Zena by about 30

lbs, and had far better technical skills. After about 15 minutes, Zena

submitted to a figure four leg lock. Shawna and Candi gazed nervously as

Zena rubbed her injured knee and Nick helped her from the ring. Two other

wrestlers helped Zena limp over to a bench where an off duty emergency

medical technician attended to her. Just then, Mike approached and told

them it was their turn and how they should enter the ring.

Per Mike's instructions, Rob stayed in his seat while Shawna and Candi went

back to the dressing room. They both felt short of breath and like their

hearts were about to beat out of their chests. They could hear the Smash

Sisters being introduced and entering the ring as the champions. They lit

fresh cigarettes and came out when they heard their names. A cameraman was

there to greet them and stayed in front of them filming as they made their

way to the ring. Mike had instructed them to ham it up for the camera, but

their waves and smiles were clearly forced, and their nervousness and

trepidation was obvious on their faces. Mike said as much in his

commentary: "The Leather Babes were talking tough before the match, but now

they don't look so confident. They look like they are very nervous as they

head into this no disqualification match against the much bigger, stronger

Smash Sisters."

In the ring, the girls put their cigarettes between their lips and slipped

out of their leather jackets, which Nick handed down to Rob. Now that their

soft, pale milky skin and skinny arms and legs were bared, Shawna and Candi

looked to be no match for the toned and tanned Smash Sisters. The Leather

Babes' pale softness contrasted obviously with the dark definition of Jean

and Debbie. They had decided that Shawna would go first, so Candi stepped

out of the ring onto the apron. Shawna took two consecutive deep drags from

her cigarette and flung the butt to the floor. After holding the smoke in

her lungs for as long as she could, she exhaled a big cloud. The bell rang

and Shawna was already out of breath from anxiety. Her heart was pounding

away and her smoky lungs were gasping for oxygen. She nervously took a

couple of steps as Debbie approached her. At 5'8", Shawna was not short,

but at 122 lbs to Debbie's 170, she looked overpowered and vulnerable. The

two girls circled each other, until Debbie locked up with Shawna and was

disgusted by the overpowering stench of smoke coming off her opponent. She

was also shocked at how soft, weak and light Shawna felt. She roughly

backed Shawna into the corner where Jean was. Shawna was so petrified she

could barely move. Debbie backed off, but Jean wrapped one of her powerful

arms around Shawna's leather collared throat. Shawna screamed and clawed at

Jean's arms, but was too weak to escape. When Shawna's nails dug into

Jean's forearm, Jean was infuriated and squeezed Shawna's skinny neck as

hard as she could. Shawna's air was cut off and her smoky lungs panicked;

she felt like she was drowning. Debbie took a running start and rammed her

shoulder into Shawna's soft, vulnerable abdomen. Shawna felt like she had

been hit by a truck. Jean released the chokehold, and Shawna collapsed to

the canvas, gasping for air.

Debbie grabbed one of Shawna's boots and easily pulled her injured prey to

the center of the ring. Shawna's eyes were wild with fear, and her hands

were at her throat, clawing for air. Debbie executed a step over toe hold,

and started wrenching Shawna's left knee. Debbie was amazed at how light

and weak Shawna's leg was, and Shawna was amazed at how much pain she felt.

As soon as she could get some air, Shawna started screaming in pain, "You're

breaking my leg!" Debbie dropped all her weight on Shawna's leg, doing

damage to her knee. She then held up the left boot while she stomped on

Shawna's soft upper thigh, tantalizingly close to her leather-clad crotch.

Debbie grabbed the other boot, so that she held both of Shawna's legs up as

a wish bone, then brutally stomped on her vulnerable womanhood. A hot,

piercing pain shot through Shawna's body as Debbie dropped her useless legs.

Debbie wasn't done with Shawna's leg yet, though. She pulled her foe over

to the ropes, and placed Shawna's left boot on the middle rope, then

straddled her vulnerable leg, grasped the top rope, and jumped, landing with

all her weight on Shawna's knee. The rope forced Shawna's foot to stay up

for a second while the rest of her leg buckled. Her knee and ankle

sustained terrible damage, and her scream did not nearly reflect the

unbelievable pain she was in because her smoker's lungs could not get enough

air.

Debbie paraded around as Shawna lay motionless in pain, her left leg limp

on the rope, and both hands at her crotch. She was scared and injured.

Nick did not ask her if she wanted to quit because he knew the answer was

yes and it was too early. Debbie took two handfuls of Shawna's black curly

hair and easily lifted up the petite Leather Babe. Shawna nearly went

crashing down, however, when she tried to put weight on her injured left

leg. Debbie swooped her up by thrusting her arms between Shawna's legs for

looked like a bodyslam. However, she walked her helpless victim around the

ring, faced Candi, and dropped down to one knee. To Candi's horror,

Shawna's body crashed over Debbie's knee in a backbreaker. Shawna's soft

corpse nearly broke in two; she couldn't believe the pain she felt in her

back and ribs, and again her weak lungs could get no air.

Debbie let the helpless Shawna lay there over her knee for a few seconds,

then disgustedly pushed her body to the mat, right in her corner. She

sneered at Candi and said, "Tag her, you bitch." Candi was petrified, and

it took her a second to move. Then she leaned through the ropes and touched

her broken partner's hand. Debbie backpedalled and tagged Jean, who bounded

into the ring with excitement. She and Candi circled each other. Candi was

nearly shaking from fear and Jean loved it. She intentionally did not

attack so she could watch Candi's nervousness. Candi hadn't done anything

yet, and Jean couldn't understand why she was breathing so hard. Then Jean,

as Debbie had been, was disgusted by the powerful smoky odor coming from the

Leather Babe.

Jean, an unattractive B cup herself, decided to attack Candi's beautiful

chest. Without locking up, she launched a punch straight at Candi's

cleavage. Any athlete could have easily dodged the telegraphed blow, but

Candi simply stood there vulnerable. Jean's fist thudded into Candi's

breastbone with a terrible sound, and Candi flew backwards and down. The

blow echoed throughout the warehouse, and knocked all the smoky air out of

Candi's lungs. The pain was tremendous, and she felt like her chest had

been crushed. Jean's punch had made the chains of Candi's leather teddy

imprint themselves on her chest. Candi's hands went up to protect herself

as she was gasping for air. Jean bounced off the ring ropes and sprang in

the air, landing with a full body splash directly on Candi's chest. Jean's

155 lbs crushed little Candi, who was becoming delirious from the pain and

lack of oxygen. Jean pushed herself up off her victim and sneered at

Shawna.

Shawna had laid in the corner, trying to compose herself. Nick had come

over and helped her up and through the ropes. The pain in her leg made

Shawna believe that her knee was destroyed, and she was still struggling to

get any air to her lungs. She was holding on to the ropes for dear life as

Candi was massacred.

Jean now picked little Candi up and pinned both her arms behind her back.

This pulled Candi's breasts apart and stretched the skin on her injured

chest, causing her more pain. Debbie entered the ring and approached the

vulnerable Leather Babe. As Jean held Candi tight, Debbie launched one

forearm after another into Candi's chest. Candi's sternum was taking a

terrible beating, and her breasts were becoming deeply bruised. This

concentrated attack was just vicious. After five devastating blows to

Candi's chest, Debbie slapped Jean's hand to complete the illegal tag in.

Candi tried to crash to the ground, holding her injured mammaries, but

Debbie caught her by the throat and pulled her over to the ropes where she

let her fall to her knees. Debbie then took Candi by the back of the neck

and forced her throat over the second rope. She leaned with all of her 170

lbs on the back of Candi's neck forcing the rope to close off her windpipe.

One of the three cameramen rushed over from outside the ring to get the

right camera angle. He caught the fear and pain in Candi's wild eyes, and

the horrible bruises and welts that were rising on Candi's chest. The

cleavage shot was the best, as Candi's leather-encased, injured breasts

dangled as Debbie shook her up and down.

Candi was being deprived of all oxygen, and her smoky lungs had no

reserves. She was powerless, and her lungs were on fire. Debbie kept

choking her, bouncing wildly on her neck. Finally Debbie grew bored and

backed off her foe. Candi was motionless, her throat still draped over the

rope, her lungs unsuccessfully gasping for air. Debbie then decided to

punish one of Candi's arms. She jerked the second rope, throwing Candi's

limp body off of it. She grabbed Candi's right arm, placed it on the bottom

rope, and wrapped the second rope around it, pinning the arm between the

entangled ropes. The force of the ropes themselves were digging into

Candi's weak arm. Debbie then delivered kick after kick to the soft flesh

of Candi's upper arm. Each vicious kick made Candi's whole body shake. She

was sure that Debbie was breaking her arm, and started screaming as soon as

she was able to catch her breath. Deep purple bruises began to well up on

the milky skin of Candi's right arm.

Meanwhile, Jean had grown bored, and had decided to really hurt Shawna.

She had jumped off the apron to the floor and approached Shawna's corner.

She stopped to grab a metal folding chair, and folded it shut. Shawna saw

her tormentor approaching, but did not know what to do to defend herself.

Her smoky lungs were still gasping for air, and her left leg was killing

her. Jean used the chair to attack that injured leg again, jamming the

chair straight into Shawna's left knee. Shawna collapsed, screaming, and by

sheer luck, fell flat on the apron rather than on the floor. She did,

however, fall on her side, just where Debbie had given her the backbreaker.

As much as her back and ribs hurt, they did not compare to the pain in her

leg, which she was sure was now broken. Jean dropped the chair and grasped

Shawna's devastated limb. Shawna was now half in and half out of the ring,

with her legs draped over the apron and her torso under the ropes. Jean

began slamming the injured leg over the apron, tearing at the ligaments and

tendons in Shawna's knee. The force of these slams caused Shawna's upper

body to rise off the canvas and hit the bottom rope. She was blind with

pain. Jean took advantage of her closeness to the ringpost by slamming

Shawna's leg to the side into the metal post. Debbie looked over at this

spectacle and decided to leave Candi, who was about to pass out from pain

and lack of oxygen anyway. Debbie crossed the ring and placed her boot

squarely on Shawna's leather collared throat. Debbie's weight was now

crushing Shawna's windpipe and she was helpless to prevent it. Debbie

stepped off the throat, kneeled down and grasped Shawna's neck with both

hands, squeezing with all her might and slamming Shawna's head against he

canvas. Shawna's eyes were wide with panic, and her mouth was agape, trying

to get some, any air to her lungs.

The three cameramen were getting some great shots. One had entered the

ring and focused on Candi, helpless on her back, her right arm being mangled

by the ropes, her left hand alternately holding her severely injured chest

and her throat. Terrible bruises were now fully visible on her breasts, her

arm, and her neck, under the leather collar. Tears were streaming down her

face, running her makeup, and the microphone caught her horrible hack as her

smoky lungs struggled for air. Another cameraman was also in the ring, and

he had positioned himself directly above Shawna's torso. He caught a great

shot of her curly black hair cushioning her head on the mat, Debbie's

death-grip on her throat, and Shawna's wild, panicked face. The third

cameraman was outside the ring, and caught a closeup of Jean using the chair

again, grinding it into the soft flesh of left upper thigh. Jean then drove

the chair into the shiny black leather covering Shawna's vulnerable crotch.

Shawna's lower body twitched with pain, but she couldn't scream because

Debbie had deprived her lungs of any air.

The first cameraman filmed Nick as he approached the crying, hacking Candi.

He brushed her long blonde hair from her face and said, "Do you give?"

Candi erupted into a cough and nodded her head vigorously. Nick called for

the bell, and untangled Candi's arm from the ropes. Candi lay on the floor,

crying and gasping for air. She could not move her right arm, so her left

hand went to her injured chest. Nick rushed across the ring and pulled at

Debbie, finally forcing her to release the chokehold she had on Shawna's

throat. Jean saw that her devastation of Shawna was about to end, so she

dropped the chair, put her hands together to form a hammer, lifted them high

over her head, and slammed the hammer down into Shawna's vulnerable crotch.

She landed two more blows to Shawna's crotch and to the soft, senstive area

between her crotch and navel before Nick was able to jump between the ropes

and pull her off.

The Smash Sisters decided they had inflicted enough damage and mugged for

the cameras as they left the ring area. Two cameras focused on Shawna and

Candi, who were obviously hurt. Mike and his co-workers were at least able

to get Candi to her feet after a few minutes, although she was still crying

and coughing. She cried even harder when she saw the shape Shawna was in.

The black-clad Leather Babe was gasping for air, but it was obvious that her

left leg was badly injured, and the bruising from her crotch area had

extended down into her soft, milky white thigh. Shawna had to be carried

back to the dressing area. There, she was laid on the table. Candi sat on

a chair, and removed her left hand from her beaten chest only to light a

cigarette. Shawna saw this, and although she still had not been able to

speak, motioned for one herself, which Rob helped her light. Both girls

were hacking for air, but needed the nicotine to calm them.

Needless to say, despite their paychecks, this was Shawna and Candi's last

wrestling match.

THE END