Celebrity Challenge Part 3: The Gauntlet

by MixedWrestler

Chris Kerr awoke in a cold sweat with a throbbing headache. His inability to sleep, as well as the headache, probably due to the 22 stitches that held together a gaping wound on the left side of his head as the result of being struck by a chair swung by Shannon Dougherty the night before. More likely however, as evidence by his cold sweat, his lack of sleep could be attributed to the frightening images that now constantly raced through his mind since he witnessed them on the dressing room monitor after the match. The footage of his absolute destruction of those four women, Alyssa Milino, Rose McGowen, Holly-Marie Combs and Dougherty were burned into his brain and on continuous replay. He still had a hard time believing that it was him. He could almost dismiss most of his actions in the match as nothing more than aggressive wrestling tactics, but what he did at the end of the match was, in his own mind, inexcusable. Mutilating the breasts of Holly-Marie Combs, hitting her with the ring bell and executing a frog splash onto her chest with a metal folding chair were above and beyond. The sight of EMTs performing CPR on her lifeless form was an image that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“It has to end,” Chris told himself over and over in front of the bathroom mirror. “One way or another, it has to end.”

Chris groaned as he gently massaged the bandage on his head, then threw a splash of cool water in his face and slowly made his way back to the bedroom of his meager apartment. No art on the walls, no furniture except for his bed, a weight bench and a small 13” black and white TV in a semi-spacious living area. It wasn’t much, but when your on the road nearly 300 days a year, you don’t need much either. It was a life Chris willing accepted and it was really all that he knew. He had given up family, friends and a girlfriend, busting his ass for five years trying to become one of the best his business has to offer. But he considered himself no different than any businessman trying to be successful except that his business was to beat people up. And he was good at it…DAMN good at it and it had taken him to the cusp of superstar status. Every hardship, every sacrifice over the years had been worth it until now. Now, he just wanted out.

As morning came, Chris called for a taxi to take him to the staunch corporate offices of Federation Headquarters. He would have driven himself, but was still a little light headed from the chair shot he took to the head the night before. As he arrived, Chris made a determined march past the eye candy receptionist, who was futilely attempting to ask with “whom” his appointment was with, while still trying to file her ruby red nails, and straight to the top floor corner office of Carol Walters.

Most men would find Carol extremely attractive, downright gorgeous even; a swimsuit model in a business suit. Chris however saw her differently. Though he could admit she was physically stunning, he found her to be cold-hearted, shallow and just an outright, grade A, top notch bitch. That combined with her well known “whore her way to the top” business practices made even the sight of her make him want to wretch.

As he made his way to Carol’s waiting area, Chris was met, in the doorway, by Federation Champion Scott Crusher leaving the office. Scott was a big man, six foot nine, 315 pounds with a massive barrel chest, 22” biceps and long flowing bleach blonde hair tied back into a neat ponytail. The Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Belt was carried proudly over his right shoulder. The two ring warriors stood eye to eye, or in Chris’ case more eye to chin, in the doorway for several moments without either giving ground before Scott eventually smirked and backed up to allow Chris access to the office. Chris never lost eye contact with the Champion until he barged into Carol’s office sanctuary and slammed the door behind him. Scott let out a deep sigh and shook his head before going on about his way.

Chris stormed into Carol’s office to find the young executive hurriedly buttoning her blouse over a very revealing lacy red and black teddy. Her tight skirt askew and hair akimbo, Carol was visibly surprised at Chris’ sudden appearance. He made a quick survey of the room. Papers and other office supplies littered the floor around her desk as if they had been hastily swept off the desktop. It was pretty obvious the “intense negotiations” that had just taken place between her and the Federation Champion.

“How dare you barge into my office!” screamed Carol. “Who in the hell do you think you are?”

“Relax bitch,” reply Chris. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your latest push for promotion. I’m just here to tell you I quit!”

With no wasted words or motion, Chris threw the remains of his tattered cowl onto the large oak desk and quickly turned to leave.

“Hold it right there mister!” calls Carol as she races to the door in front of Chris and stands blocking his exit. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Really?” Chris mockingly asks. “Try and stop me.”

With one massive display of strength, Chris reaches out and grabs Carol by the upper arms and effortlessly lifts her off her feet. Starring upward into her suddenly panicked eyes, Chris sets to toss the troublesome vixen to the side like a rag doll only to be stopped by Carol’s pleas.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Carol quickly shrieks in rapid succession. “I can see you’re a bit upset, let’s talk.”

Chris glared upwards at Carol for several moments as her held her in the air. His muscles never strained. He debated throwing her through the door, or maybe even out the window, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply gathered in a deep, cleansing breath and then released his grip on Carol’s arms. Carol fell to the floor, landing on her voluptuous ass with a heavy thump, a small, high pitched “ohh” sound escaping her lips. An evil, “how dare you” glare peered up at Chris from her deep green eyes as she slowly rose to her feet, but she said nothing. With a heavy sigh she resumed straightening her attire to resemble that of a more business-like state before throwing back her shoulders and proceeding past Chris to her desk in a more familiar walk of arrogance.

“Now,” said Carol, “what seems to be the problem?”

“I almost killed her,” cried Chris, referring to his manhandling of Holly-Marie Combs.

“Oh don’t be so melodramatic,” Carol lamented, adjusting the last few articles of her attire. “You didn’t cause any injuries to that little slut that won’t heal over time. And if it eases your puny little mind, the EMTs that were sent, from the back, to attend to her ‘injuries’, worked for us. Or should I say, me. I told them to act like they were giving her CPR. It added a bit of dramatic tension to the end of the show, don’t cha think?”

“You sick, fucking bitch.” Chris responded shaking his head in utter disbelief. “And I suppose that Shannon Dougherty coming out of the crowd wasn’t a random occurrence either, was it?”

“Another stoke of genius on my part,” boasted Carol, batting her lashes and flipping her raven hair. “Dougherty begged us to let her compete, but with her back problem we couldn’t, in good conscious, give her medical clearance, now could we? So, I made sure that she had a front row seat, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to contently sit by while her friends got their asses handed to them in the ring. When she came out of her seat, as I knew she would, I simply instructed security to let her go.”

“You’re insane,” declared Chris, “and so am I for going along with this for so long. Well, no more. Sue me, do what you want to me, but this ends now. I quit!”

Chris picks the remains of his tattered cowl from Carol’s large oak desk, throws it down again and turns to storm out.

“Fine, leave. We don’t need you,” Carol responded coldly.

Her reaction stunned him. It wasn’t the response that he had expected. In hindsight he probably should have kept walking but the chill that ran up the length of his spine told him that if he did, as unimaginable as it seemed, things were going to get worse. He slowly turned to face Carol once again.

“What do you mean you don’t need me? The Federation has put too much time and money behind this little storyline of yours not to have it seen through to its conclusion,” stated Chris. “If I leave, your storyline dies here and now and so does YOUR job. I don’t care what you do to me. You can’t intimidate me anymore with lawyers or even your threats to destroy my career. I quit and that means I hold all the cards, babe.”

“Think again,” Carol laughed. “You see, I always knew that you weren’t a team player. I didn’t think you were actually man enough to see this thing out to its conclusion and your little tirade, though amusing, only confirms my suspicions. So I’ve prepared for this little contingency.”

Carol reached over to the intercom box on her desk a flipped a switch. “Send in Caffery,” she sternly instructed.

The door opened and in stepped Justin Caffery, a bold, very talented young wrestler just signed by the Federation. Chris had competed with him as one of the top tag teams on the independent circuit a few years back. His brash attitude was only exceeded by his viciousness in the ring and his eagerness to cripple his opponents by any means necessary. When the Federation came scouting for new talent, he and Chris were the top prospects. The scouts followed them around from town to town for months and in the end signed Chris but passed on Justin because he was more interested in hurting opponents than with winning matches.

He slowly walked into the center of the room, almost mechanical in nature. There was an awkward silence that momentarily filled the room as Chris turned to stand face to face with this new adversary. Wearing only a pair of black wrestling briefs and matching boots it was immediately obvious that Justin’s height, weight, build and skin tone was nearly identical to Chris’.

“Meet our new ‘Celebrity Mauler’,” cooed Carol. “I think you know Justin. With your cowl covering half his face, the average fan won’t be able to tell the difference.”

The brash positioning of the two massive athletes continued for a few moments longer before Carol excused Justin. The two wrestlers never lost eye contact as Justin slowly backed his way out of the room. Chris seethed as he continued to stand with his back toward Carol even after the door had closed.

“Now, I would much rather keep you involved here,” Carol began again, “especially since there is no telling how bad some of these girls might be injured if Justin took over the roll. CPR might REALLY be needed.”

Chris’ heart sank. It was no longer just a matter of what happened to him if he were to walk out. He couldn’t control his own rage in the ring, no matter how much he tried, but he was only out to win. He was afraid that he, himself might kill one of these girls in the ring but so far, he hadn’t inflicted any damaged that wouldn’t heal over time. That’s what Carol said, wasn’t it? With Caffery, it was another story. If he left he knew that these women would be in serious danger. Carol would instruct her new “Mauler” to kill and Justin would be more than happy to oblige.

“Now I am planning on making it worth your while to stay.”

Chris turned to face her. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and strangle this bitch, but Carol knew exactly what buttons to push and just how hard to push them. She walked around her desk and sat on the front corner, seductively crossing her legs as she did so.

“Preliminary polls on our web site,” she continued, “indicate that we need to modify our storyline a bit. Fans don’t feel that there is any team of female celebrities that can defeat you so I’ve proposed that we conclude our storyline with one final match.”

Chris raised an eyebrow in interest as he sat down into a leather chair reserved for “guests” of Ms Walters. He wanted to be able to get excited over finally being given a way out of this, his own personal hell, but he had seen Carol’s vindictive nature before and knew that the other shoe was yet to be dropped.

“You’ll run ‘the Gauntlet’,” Carol continued with a dramatic flare in her voice, her excitement rising exponentially as she began to explain the scenario in detail. “We’ll allow each of the celebrities we have remaining under contract to pair up in teams of two and we’ll randomly select the order in which they compete. The match will begin with you, in the ring, against one team and every five minutes we’ll send another team out to the ring. Once you defeat one member of the team, both members of the team must leave the ring. If you can defeat each team in under five minutes then you’ll only have to face two girls at a time. But if you can’t, then the number of girls you’ll be facing will increase every five minutes, giving them more of an opportunity to score a victory.”

“Are you crazy, you fucking bitch?” demanded Chris. “You saw what I did to four women. What the hell makes you think that TWO is going to more successful? I’ll destroy them!”

“Relax, the five minutes between teams helps to limit the chances of the girls getting hurt. After all, if you’re only trying to win the match right? How much damage could you possibly do in only five minutes?”

Chris knew something wasn’t right about Carol’s logic, but somehow couldn’t manage to make a convincing argument against it and the more she talked of how much safer this format would be, the more confused Chris became.

“…I don’t…”

“Oh, did I forget to mention your reward,” interrupted Carol.

“Reward?”

“Yes. See, with ‘the Gauntlet’, our ratings should go through the roof. Should you survive and defeat all of the challengers the Federation is willing to reward you with a number one ranking. How would you like a shot at the North American Championship? Or maybe even Scott Crusher’s World Championship, hummmm?”

Chris’ eyes lit up like a young child’s on Christmas morning. Scott Crusher had been the undefeated World Champion since Chris joined the Federation five years ago. He had defeated all comers though it was widely believed by many in the profession that the Federation protected him by ensuring that he only defended his title against wrestlers of lesser caliber or against superstars who, for one reason or another, weren’t at 100%. He had always dreamed of getting a title shot and he knew that if that shot came against Scott Crusher, that he would be the new champion.

“If you survive ‘the Gauntlet’ and defeat all of the remaining celebrities”, Carol reiterated, “I’ll see that you get the opportunity to challenge anyone in the Federation that you want at the next pay-per-view.” Carol scooped the tattered cowl off her desk That Chris had thrown there earlier and hung it out to him, swinging it on one extended finger. “Do we have a deal?”

This was a major decision. On one hand, if Chris continued to be a “team player”, he could get the opportunity he’s always wanted, the opportunity he has work five long years to obtain, a chance at the title. And, he could at least try to hold back and insure that he didn’t hurt the girls too badly. On the other hand, he had a way out. He could leave right now, free and clear, and be done with it. He wouldn’t have a career, but he could respect himself again. But could he live with himself if something happened, something that he might have been able to prevent. A vast smile spread across Chris’ face as he stood. Carol gave a wicked smile, seductively biting down on the tip of her tongue and swinging her shoulders back and forth in anticipation of the answer she was sure was coming.

“No.”

“N-no?” stammered Carol, instantly taken back at this unexpected display of defiance for a man she was sure she had manipulated like a marionette.

“That’s right, No,” stated Chris again. “Your offer isn’t good enough.”

Carol’s jaw dropped and for the first time in any of the dealings he had had with her, Chris felt a sense of confidence and control over the situation. She sat upright, blinking rapidly and turning her head as if to allow her mind the time to process this unexpected turn of events.

Chris allowed her to stammer briefly, enjoying his rare advantage before continuing. “If I win ‘the Gauntlet’ match,” Chris began, leaning in, placing his hands on the desk on either side of Carol’s firm thighs, to further punctuate his intent. “I not only choose my next opponent, I decide when and where the match takes place. I’m not going to give you the chance to find a way a screw me out of my shot beforehand.”

Carol smiled and nodded, then extended her hand in agreement. “You’re not as dumb as I thought,” Carol stated as Chris accepted the handshake. “Meet me back here in one week. I’ll have the papers here for you to sign.” She then tossed the cowl back to Chris before he turned to leave, telling him to have costuming repair the damage.

As Chris left the office, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His hands were shaking but as he looked back, upon exiting the building, at the top floor corner office from where he came, he stopped briefly and smiled, ever so slightly, before hailing another cab to take him back to his apartment.

The next week, Chris returned to Federation Headquarters. Before he could make his way once again to Carol’s office, the eye candy receptionist stopped him and handed him a thick manila envelope.

“Ms. Walters would like you to sign these and leave them with me,” she stated, chewing on her gum like a cow does its cud.

Chris tore open the envelope and quickly scanned the stack of papers inside. He stopped about ten pages into the document and gave a small, contained chuckle, nodding his head as if he had found something in plain sight that he had been searching for, for hours. He then, without reading the rest of the documents, turned to the last page and signed, asking the receptionist for a copy before leaving.

The match would take place in four weeks, at yet another lavish pay-per-view production at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Chris was not required to make any TV or personal appearance for the Federation until the time of the match, which suited him just fine.

The match would be a no-holds barred contest consisting of eight teams of two women each that would be ushered to the ring in five minute intervals. Chris would not know who his opponents were until they were introduced into the ring. Once he defeated…IF he defeated one member of a team, either by pinfall or submission only, both members of the team would be eliminated and have to return to the locker room area.

In the weeks leading up to the match, the Federation pulled out all of the stops in promoting the event, going so far as to offer up a $500,000 bonus to any woman, in the Gauntlet Match, that could pin Chris or make him submit. Speculation arose throughout the wrestling and entertainment industries as to whom these woman, making up ‘the Gauntlet’ could be. Their contracts forbade them from disclosing who they were, but the possibility of as many as sixteen women against one man bade the questions, “could even the ‘Celebrity Mauler’ overcome such odds?” and “Would vengeance finally be satisfied?” Every talk show seemed to raise the question to any of its female celebrities, “Are you one of the sixteen?” Las Vegas began giving odds and taking bets not only on who the women were, but also of how many of which, Chris could defeat before finally being defeated, himself.


Odds on defeating… Odds on some possible opponents
2 women – EVEN money Pamela Anderson – 2 to 1 odds
4 women – 7 to 5 against Madonna - 2 to 1 odds
6 women – 5 to 3 against Demi Moore - 5 to 1 odds
8 women – 2 to 1 against Tonya Harding - 5 to 1 odds
10 women – 5 to 1 against Drew Barrymore - 10 to 1 odds
12 women – 10 to 1 against Trish Stratus - 20 to 1 odds
14 women – 15 to 1 against Pink - 50 to 1 odds
16 women – 20 to 1 against Nicole Kidman - 50 to 1 odds
Kim Cattrall - 50 to 1 odds

Chris became a recluse, intensifying his already extensive workout regimen to a point that would break even some of the most committed of athletes. As the pay-per-view drew near, Chris had added 15 pounds of lean muscle bringing his total body weight up to 280. Even with his increased bulk, his speed and stamina didn’t suffer in the slightest. Chris ran 10 miles a day as part of his training, the first five without so much as breaking a sweat and was running the 40 yard dash in 4.3 seconds, a phenomenal clip for such a big man. Chris was ready and on the day of the event was not only feeling up to taking on his female adversaries, but claiming his “reward” as well.

A jam packed Madison Square Garden was about to explode with a 30,000 plus overflow crowd set to blow the roof off of the old place. They were not cheering the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion Scott Crusher, who had just successfully defended his title. In fact many of the fans in attendance actually chanted for a quick end to that match, actually booing kick-outs on pin attempts by both participants that extended the match. No, they were cheering for the highly anticipated main event of the evening “The Gauntlet Match”.

As soon as Scott Crusher exited the ring with the Championship Belt over his shoulder, the ring began to lower beneath the arena floor. The throng of hysterical fanatics immediately erupted into an absolute maniacal state of euphoria. When it reemerged moments later, there was absolute bedlam as the decibel level in the building rose dangerously close to the threshold of human tolerances. There, in the center of the ring, stood the massive form of Chris “The Celebrity Mauler” Kerr. Introductions were inaudible over the roar of those in attendance. Color commentators at ringside gave up trying to be heard as sound relays for the pay-per-view were temporarily overloaded and blown due to its inability to handle the level of noise generated. For several moments, those watching at home could not receive audio of the broadcast until technicians were able to rewire the audio output of the feed.

Chris, heard nothing. Already completely focused on his task, Chris stood, undaunted, staring toward the entrance ramp of the arena for his first victims. Bright red stitching, in a demented Frankenstein type of cross-stitch pattern was readily visible on his black cowl. It repaired the damage sustained during his last match but the red stitching gave it an extra touch of monstrous acuity to it that could only have come from the evil mind of Carol Walters.

Through all of the commotion, Carol had made her way quietly toward the ringside area. She was eager to get an up-close and personal look at the climax of her creation. Even though she was a highly recognizable figure with wrestling fans, she went entirely unnoticed by all present, except Chris, who gave her a quick glance as she positioned herself beside the announcers table, but nothing more.

The crowd grew even more frenzied, hurdling off every conceivable vulgarity towards Chris in anticipation of the arrival of the first lambs to the slaughter. Finally, after several moments, a spectacular light show of pyrotechnics erupted at the top of the entrance ramp. Through the smoke appeared the presence of two figures in white hooded robes, smallish, each approximately five and a half feet tall, 115 pounds. The crowd noise dissipated into an excited buzz. Everyone strained to focus on the identity of the two combatants as they made their way slowly to the ring area.

A collective sound of stunned awe emanated from the masses as the two competitors simultaneously pulled back the hoods from their robes to reveal their identities to Chris and the rest of the world…Mary-Kate and Ashley, the Olsen Twins!

There was no playfulness or undo pageantry, as might be expected from two 17 year old teeny-boppers as the robes were slowly removed from each of their slender shoulders revealing the twins’ matching ring attire. A two inch wide strip of red, sequined lycra hung off their shoulders, cris-crossing in the back and front, across their young breasts, attaching at the hips to a bikini brief. The attire showed off the tanned, bare back and taut mid-drift of each of the girls and quite nicely accentuated the developing features of their supple bodies. Each also wore red knee pads and traditional white wrestling boots. The only non-conforming physicality between the two was Ashley’s hair which displayed red highlights that accentuated her curls whereas Mary-Kate wore her coif straight and with her natural blonde color.

Many in the crowd jeered the obvious mismatch. Others cheered the brave display of pluck it must have taken the two to not only take part in the match, but also be the first to compete. Many also criticized the decision of their business manager to allow the young starlets to risk physical harm in such an event. In reality, competing was the girls’ idea entirely. They were desperate to shed their wholesome, Disney image and be thought of in a more mature manner and they firmly believed that involving themselves in this match for the cause of defending their fellow actresses was a step in that direction.

In all fairness, they looked completely serious about their encounter with this behemoth of a man that stood before them and as they each made their way between the ropes, never once removing their eyes from their opponent. Chris peered upward at the overhead scoreboard as it began the countdown of the five minutes before the entrance of the next team. He watched, almost in disbelief, as the two girls circled and feigned lunges in his direction. He again glanced over at Carol, shaking his head in utter disgust that she would allow these girls to be led to slaughter.

Ashley was first to move in, striking Chris with a roundhouse kick from behind. It was awkward and had no effect as it harmlessly bounced off Chris’ lower back. Mary-Kate followed with a similar attack to Chris’ mid-section, again with no effect. It became quite obvious that the girls had no fighting experience what-so-ever as they continued to their futile hit-and-run tactics. The crowd began to become frustrated with the lackluster pace thus far until Mary-Kate lashed out and connected with a solid snap kick square into Chris’ groin doubling him over. He had been caught completely unprepared for the move, almost lulled into complacency by the initial tactics of the twins.

The crowd roared its approval as Ashley took advantage of Chris’ hunched position to leap up onto his back, wrapping her arms around his head in an attempt to apply a sleeper hold and wear the big man down. Mary-Kate drove her shoulder into his abdominals, trying desperately to push him into a corner. Chris stood his ground, twisting from side to side trying to reach his arms behind him as Ashley held on for dear life. With her red attire, she looked like Superman’s cape in a wind storm as her legs lost their grip from around Chris’ massive torso and swung freely as Chris continued to buck and thrash about.

Suddenly, Chris exploded with powerful roar emanating from deep within his being and with one tremendous display of physical prowess, grabbed Mary-Kate at the hips and hurled the youngster across the ring. Her arms and legs went akimbo as her body tumbled wildly before coming to rest in a heap in the opposite corner. Immediately, Chris reached over his left shoulder, grabbing hold of a fistful of Ashley’s curly locks. Ashley let out a brief shriek of terror as she was flung up and over Chris’ head, slamming down hard onto her back on the mat. Before she could react, Chris stomped his big, size 13 boot squarely between her perky breasts; the crunch of bones clearly audible as Ashley screamed in agony. Tears flowed from her pain etched face as she curled into a ball-like state on the mat, sobbing uncontrollably.

With Ashley incapacitated, Chris rushed at Mary-Kate, who was just getting to her feet in the corner. She never saw Chris who, as she turned, caught her with a lariat clothesline up under her chin. The force of the blow rocked Mary-Kate’s head back causing her body to follow its momentum and flipping her, head over heels, a full 180 degrees and sending her crashing to the mat face first. Chris pulled her to her feet by the hair dragging her back toward the center of the ring where her sister still laid on the mat, moaning in pain. She was breathing heavy, her eyes were glazed over and her arms hung like wet noodles at her side. Chris hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Still holding Mary-Kate, Chris reached down into the sweat soaked main of Ashley, pulling her to her feet and held both girls out in front of him by the hair. Both swayed before him, Mary-Kate nearly out on her feet and Ashley still wrapping her arms around her battered ribs. Releasing their hair Chris thrust his massive arms forward clutching both girls around the throat. Panic set in for the twins as the sudden restriction of their windpipes brought them to a slightly more conscious state. It would be short lived as Chris jerked both girls high into the air and threw them down to the canvas, executing a devastating double choke slam. The booming impact of the two girls crashing, back first, onto the canvas expelled all remaining air from their lungs and left both girls spread-eagle and side-by-side on the mats.

Chris glanced up at the clock. He could have easily covered both girls for the pinfall, but there was still nearly two and a half minutes left before the next team would be sent to the ring. Convinced that he had plenty of time, Chris reached down and slapped a vicious iron claw hold onto the forehead of both girls and lifted them to their feet. Chris literally held both girls upright in the hold as their legs wobbled uselessly beneath them. Almost simultaneously the arms of both Mary-Kate and Ashley convulsed briefly and went limp as Chris crushed their temples in his powerful hands, their heads nearly engulfed in his massive grip. The referee quickly checked the arms of both girls, raising them once, twice and then three times. Each time, their arms fell lifelessly back to their sides and the referee immediately called for Chris to release the hold. As he did so, both girls crumpled to the canvas in a heap. Since neither had submitted nor been pinned, the two had technically not yet been eliminated from the match.

The adrenaline began to pump rapidly with Chris now. He booted Ashley’s body up against that of her sister and quickly glanced over at the corner then back at the two defenseless girls. His every instinct called out for him to climb the rope and finish them off with his trademark frog splash. The difference in body mass between himself and the girls was so vast that such a move would surely shatter every bone in their young bodies.

Carol Walters eagerly scooted her body to the front edge of her exclusive ring-side seat, almost lusting for Chris to destroy the teens. It was something Chris wouldn’t have even debated a few weeks ago but now his thoughts were haunted by the images of his last match. He knew that CPR being performed on Holly-Marie Combs was just a gimmick perpetrated by Carol Walters, but that still didn’t change what he saw. It couldn’t risk it happening for real.

Chris looked down at the prone teens once again, and then at Carol. Her wicked grin sickened him, and in almost utter defiance of her wanton lust calmly knelt beside the prone twins and placed his hands on each of their stomachs. He was careful not to apply too much pressure, allowing the taut abdomens to rise and fall with each deep breath of the unconscious teens as the referee systematically pounded out the double three count, eliminating the girls.

(MARY-KATE AND ASHLEY OLSEN HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA DOUBLE PINFALL)

Chris slowly rose to his feet, never taking his eyes off of Carol at ringside whose annoyance at Chris’ sudden display of compassion and control was clearly visible. The crowd saw nothing; neither Chris’ control nor Carol’s disgust and continually booed and screamed vulgarities at Chris as Medical Technicians dragged the lifeless carcasses of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen from the ring.

As a result, Mary-Kate and Ashley suffered only minor injuries. Mary-Kate suffered a mild concussion as did Ashley who also sustained a bruised breast bone in the match.

Chris continued to stare at Carol, his contempt for her burning within him. The crowd counted down in unison the final ten seconds of the time remaining. At zero, the horn, used for goals at Rangers hockey games, sounded, signaling the entrance of the next team, causing Chris to break his glare and turn his attention to the entranceway.

Trumpets blared over the arena sound system to the familiar tune of the American Gladiators television show. The crowd erupted at the sight of the five foot seven, 165 pound Gladiator known as “Siren”, Shelley Beattie. Many in the crowd greeted her appearance by waiving their arms in the air, acknowledging the fact that Shelley has been deaf since birth. Adorned in a star-studded blue spandex half top, red and white striped shorts, that exquisitely showed off her impressive physique, red knee pads and blue wrestling boots, the former Ms. Olympia briefly acknowledged the crowd with her trademark smile and bicep flex before motioning back to the curtain and her tag team partner, Academy Award winning actress, Marlee Matlin.

The crowd again erupts in cheers with many more now catching on to the traditional “deaf applause” hand waiving technique for the hearing impaired actress. She and Shelley had been friends for a number of years dating back to a convention both had participated in for the hearing impaired and learning that they share the common birthday of August 24. (writer’s note: Marlee was born in 1965, Shelley in 1967).

At five foot four and 130 pounds, with a creamy skin tone, brown hair and hazel eyes, Marlee is in stark contrast to that of Shelley’s tanned, blue eyed, blonde hair California girl looks. She isn’t nearly as physically impressive as Shelley in her matching attire either, but is still, obviously, quite athletically fit with firm arms and legs and taut mid-drift. She had been working out with Shelley for weeks in preparation for this match and the results showed.

The two raced into the ring as the clock overhead again began its systematic countdown to the next teams’ entrance. Standing several feet apart in the ring Shelley faced the monster before her while Marlee danced around behind him. Though she was, by far, the largest woman Chris had faced, Shelley still gave up a full foot in height and over 100 pounds of body mass.

Chris’ ire was beginning to boil over. “Children? The handicapped?” he yelled at Carol. What’s next, an 80 year old paraplegic?”
As he faced off with his new adversaries, Carol smiled. Marlee quickly got in behind Chris and slapped him on the ass. The move surprised him and as he turned to grab a hold of Marlee, Shelley charged in, catching Chris with a running forearm shiver high to his chest that backed him up several steps. Chris staggered to regain his balance. Few men had hit him that hard, much less any woman. Shelley charged again, and again caught Chris with the running forearm, this time to the jaw. Chris’ head rocked back, disrupting his center of gravity as he balanced precariously on one leg to remain standing. At that moment, Shelley leapt up and delivered a thunderous dropkick to Chris’s jaw as Marlee dove low, driving her shoulder into the back of his knees and taking the big man down. Chris crashed onto his back on the mat with a resounding thud. Rocking on her back and snapping her legs upward Shelley popped to her feet in an impressive display of physical dexterity. Marlee raced toward her partner, leaping up and Shelley lifted the 130 pound actress high above her head in a military press before throwing her on top of Chris’ prone form. Marlee crashed down across Chris’ massive pectoral muscles in a crossbody splash and then quickly rolled out of the way, allowing Shelley to drop down and deliver a huge elbow to the same area.

The force from each of blows caused Chris’ legs to rise up off the mat involuntarily and both girls immediately went for the cover. The referee fell into position and counted, ONE…TWO…but Chris still managed to kick out before the count of three, using all of incredible power to throw the two female warriors off him. He was reeling however and both Shelley and Marlee knew it. The crowd sensed it too. The two women in the ring were working together perfectly and for the first time, many began to recognize a real challenge to the dominance of “the Celebrity Mauler”.

Not wanting to let up on their advantage, Marlee quickly dove into Chris before he could get up off the canvas, driving a headbutt directly between his outstretched legs. A heavy “oooohhhhh” escaped his lips as his upper body rose off the mat into a seated position and his hands reached to cover his bruised manhood. Shelley saw her opening and delivered another thunderous dropkick to Chris’ head knocking him down once again. This time however, Chris was able to quickly roll to the side and under the bottom rope of the ring to the outside.

At a disadvantage for the first time, Chris stood hunched over outside the corner of the ring desperately trying to shake the cobwebs and regain his composure. His opponents had other plans. Not wanting to give up on their advantage, Shelley and Marlee each quickly slid beneath the ropes on opposite sides of the corner intending to surround their opponent. As they closed in, Chris lunged; grabbing Shelley by the left arm as she approached and Irish whipped the muscle bound beauty across his body toward the oncoming Marlee. Inertia carried the bodybuilder straight into her partner. The ensuing collision of the two women sent the much smaller Marlee hurdling backward where she landed at the feet of Carol Walters. Shelley staggered back from the collision only a few steps but was immediately grabbed by the arm once again and Irish whipped back across his body and directly toward the metal ring post. Shelley managed to get her arms up just in time to deflect the majority of the impact, but the glancing blow of her shoulder against the unforgiving steel still dropped her to her knees on the arena floor.

Chris now turned his attention toward Marlee who had managed to get back on all fours. He turned just in time to see Carol, still seated, extend her leg, kicking Marlee in the ass and pushing her forward into the steel steps leading up to the ring. It was so subtle and quick that almost no one noticed that Carol had even moved, Most thought that the collision with her partner had a greater effect on Marlee than first thought and that she simply lost her balance in trying to stand. Chris however knew better.

Having struck the step shoulder first, Marlee rolled on the arena floor, moaning in agony. Chris returned his attention to Shelley who was slowly returning to her feet. He approached her from behind, spinning her around as she stood and drove a front snap kick squarely into her crotch. Shelley let out a loud shriek of pain as the boot connected with her unprotected cunt. The blow instantly buckled the knees of the powerful woman as her hands instinctively moved to clutch her pained sex.

Chris knew he had to work rapidly as he grabbed a fistful of Shelley’s bushy blonde hair and drove her head violently into the ring apron. A stream of blood shot out from the bridge of her nose as Shelley’s head bounced off the hard skeletal frame of the ring with a resounding thud and sent her body sprawling back onto the arena floor once again.

Chris raced over to the fallen Marlee, who was on her knees, still moaning and clutching her damaged right shoulder. The crowd screamed at Marlee as Chris stalked his prey from behind. Marlee however, could not hear them and she was quickly dragged to her feet by her hair and lifted into an inverted bearhug. Marlee screeched in terror, fearing a piledriver onto the arena floor as Chris crushed her body against his.

Chris seemingly no longer even realized who he was holding. This was an opponent, and he had intended to end his enemy’s challenge with a tombstone piledriver onto the arena floor. He turned to position his victim accordingly and caught the eye once again of Carol Walters, lustfully awaiting the impending carnage and Chris momentarily hesitated. A look of internal struggle filled Chris’ eyes from behind his dark cowl. Then, with a sudden lurch forward, Chris dropped down, extending his knee at the last possible moment and driving Marlee’s injured shoulder down across it. A unsatisfied look of disappointment crept across Carol’s face even as the snap of Marlee’s shoulder echoed above her painful screams. Marlee crumpled to the arena floor writhing in agony as tears streamed down her angelic face.

Officials demanded that Chris bring the match back into the ring as he returned his attention back to Shelley. Throwing aside anyone in his way, Chris lifted the still dazed American Gladiator to her feet, driving a series of hard knees up into her mid-drift. Shelly coughed and sputtered as the knees drove deeply into her quickly softening abdomen and literally lifted the muscular blonde off her feet. Only Chris’ firm grasp of her golden locks kept her from crumbling to the arena floor.

Shelley’s legs began to wobble as Chris continued to work her over, pushing her up against the ring apron. Shelley let out an agonizing howl as her lower back slammed up against the hard skeletal frame of the ring. Chris pressed his advantage, jutting the palm of his left hand beneath Shelley’s chin and arching her back over the edge of the ring. Shelley desperately swung her arms in an effort to hit Chris and force him to release his hold and remove the mounting pressure on her lower back. Her efforts were stalled however as Chris raised his right arm over his head and delivered a clubbing forearm blow into her protruding chest. The heavy thud expelled all of the air from Shelley’s lungs as her legs buckled and she slowly began to slump to the floor with her arms cradled around her injured chest.

Grabbing her hair, Chris lifted the slumping Shelley into an upright position before grabbing her by the collar of her patriotic attire and stripping it from her upper body. The crowd howled in delight as Shelley’s firm breasts were exposed to the world and streaks of red welts almost immediately took shape across her torso as Chris raked the fabric from her supple tits.

Chris arched her back over the edge of the ring, once again jutting her breasts outward and crashing a heavy forearm across her now exposed chest. Struggling to maintain her balance, Shelley staggered along the ring apron toward the corner. Chris bounded around the corner ahead of her and reaching around the post, through the ring, grabbed Shelley’s left arm and pulled her, face first, into the unforgiving metal. An arching stream of blood sprayed outward from Shelley’s head as it bounced off the steel. Still holding her by the arm, Chris quickly grabbed Shelley’s other arm on the opposite side of the pole and pulled her in tight to it. Shelley’s breasts wrapped around either side of the pole as Chris continued to pull back on her arms using his foot on the pole as leverage as if he were trying to bend a steel rod around a tree.

Shelley moaned in agony as not only were the ligaments in her arms being torn apart by Chris’ pulling, but her ribs and breast bone were being crushed against the unforgiving steel, compressing her lungs and restricting her ability to take in any air.

Shelley’s eyes became glazed and her head began to flop downward as the pain and her inability to take in air began to have its effect. Chris glanced up at the scoreboard clock as the crowd began once again to count down the final ten seconds in preparation of the next team’s entrance. Releasing her arms, Shelley slowly slid down the ring post to the arena floor. She was conscious, but barely. Racing back to Marlee, Chris pulled the actress to her feet. Tears streamed down her pain etched face as she continued to clutch at her damaged shoulder. She was completely defenseless as Chris effortlessly lifted the terrified beauty high above his head in a military press as the horn sounds, signaling the entrance of the next team.

“Nasty” blared out through the stadium PA and bursting through the curtain and down the ramp towards the ring came the team of Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul. Both women look absolutely stunning in their ring attire. The five foot four inch Janet charged barefoot down the ramp, her breasts lightly bouncing within a tan, buckskin string bikini. Fringes at the hips and below each breast swayed gracefully as her firm muscles majestically pulse with each running stride. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail accentuating her long, swan-like neck and supple shoulders. Paula is equally enticing wearing a tight purple half top with gold trim, purple panties under a very short purple and gold pleated skirt that nicely showed off her very flat abdominals and resembled an exotic throwback to her “Laker Girl” days. Her hair flowed freely behind her and her high purple wrestling boots combined with the short skirt proudly displayed the straining muscles in her mocha thighs as she raced to the ring.

Both girls dive beneath the bottom rope into the ring and as they stand, Chris heaves and launches Marlee up and over the top rope directly into the charging Paula. Marlee’s form connects with Paula’s upper chest in a crossbody-like maneuver, taking her off her feet and sending her to the canvas with the full, matching weight of Marlee’s body crashing down on top of her. The move takes its toll on both girls as all of the air rushes out of Paula on impact and Marlee continues to clutch her badly damaged shoulder.

Janet takes up a fighting stance in the center of the squared circle and screams for Chris to get into the ring. She wouldn’t have to wait long. Chris literally growls at the pop diva and with a single bound, leaps up from the floor onto the ring apron. The blood is coursing through his veins at a rapid pace now. The stench of fight beginning to flood his senses, Chris slowly starts to lose control to the animalistic rages of battle that have become mantra of his career and of these “Celebrity Challenge” matches. It is a change that is as dramatic as that of Bruce Banner into the Incredible Hulk and it is a change that is viewed with an almost lustful appetite by Carol Walters.

“He won’t be able to contain his rage for long,” Carol thought. “Then, the fun will really begin.”

Before Chris can climb between the ropes and into the ring, Janet charges her adversary, nailing him with a series of hard right hands to side of the head rocking his head back with each blow. It quickly becomes obvious that Janet has had some extensive training and or fight experience as she ducks under a right hand by Chris, leaps up and connects with a spinning back hook kick to the side of Chris’ head that rocks the big man back. Only by grabbing the top rope was Chris able to keep from falling back down to the arena floor.

The crowd roars its approval as Janet continues her assault, but Chris ducks between the second and third ropes and drives a huge shoulder into the mid-section of a charging Janet. Janet immediately doubles over from the blow, staggering backward several steps. Chris tries to enter the ring only to be grabbed weakly around the ankle by Shelley on the outside. Still on her knees, Shelley strained to grab a hold of Chris, but the damage to her arms is apparent as she cannot maintain any strength in her grasp. Her face is smeared with the blood running from her lips, nose and forehead and it is possible that she may have suffered some serious internal injuries.

Marlee and Paula are beginning to once again get to their feet in the ring and Chris knows that if he doesn’t act soon, it will be four against one with two more competitors set to enter the battle in just a few minutes. With little effort, Chris is able to shake off the weakened Shelley. Then, with an impressive aerial display that is rarely ever seen in a man his size, Chris pulls on the top rope, using its back spring to help slingshot his body upward onto it and then propel himself in toward the ring. His miraculous Superman like flight carries him half of the way across the ring where he caught both Marlee and Paula with vicious flying clotheslines that nearly took the head off of both women. Both women crashed to the canvas on the back of their head; Paula folding like an accordion with her legs up over her head, before landing back on the mat, and clutching her throat, gasping for air. Marlee’s body too, tumbles head over heals with her momentum flipping her over and landing the petite beauty face down on the canvas with her legs hung up on the second rope of the ring.

Chris cat-rolls upon landing, finishing in a perfect fighting stance where he immediately spins his hulking body and strikes Janet with a devastating back hook kick up under her jaw line snapping her head backward with such a violent impact that her once neat ponytail comes undone in a mangled wave of dark brown hair. Blood spews from the lips of Janet as her body rockets back, slamming hard into the mat and sprawling her body out cold and spread-eagle on the canvas.

Instinctively, Chris begins to stomp on the chest of his fallen foe. The heavy thud of Chris’ boot, being driven squarely between her tits, causes Janet’s body to bounce like a basketball, involuntarily with each devastating blow. Chris is nearly oblivious now to the damage he is inflicting as the crack of ribs begins to emanate from Janet’s chest and the gleam of evil incarnate begins to well within the eyes of Carol at ringside.

Slowly crawling to her feet, Paula valiantly lunges at Chris in an effort to save her partner from further injury. Still feeling the effects from the clothesline however, Paula’s legs are unsteady and her feeble attempt to help her partner is easily countered by Chris who drives a boot into her abdomen, doubling her over. Chris grabs a handful of Paula’s wavy brown locks and pulls the screaming five foot two inch beauty to her feet, scooping her up and body slamming her hard down onto the prone Janet. Paula’s body crashes awkwardly across Janet’s chest in an almost backbreaker like position. She winces in pain and instinctively arches her lower back in an effort to relieve some of the pain she is experiencing.

Reaching down with a single jerk, Chris tears the bikini top off of the body of the unconscious Janet Jackson, wraps it around the throat of Paula and begins to throttle her with it, shaking the helpless dance queen back and forth violently as she kicks and pounds the mat in obvious pain and distress.

In the corner, Marlee staggers to her feet, still clutching her shoulder as her left arm hangs uselessly at her side. With every ounce of strength she can muster, she charges at Chris landing several forearm blows with her one good arm but with no effect as Chris pushes her away with one arm while continuing to choke the life out of a quickly weakening Paula. Marlee’s 130 pound body is tossed aside like a rag doll by Chris’ incredible strength and power but her grit and determination will not subside. Marlee gets to her feet and charges once again. Chris tightens his grip around Paula’s throat and, like a track and field hammer, swings the former Laker girl’s body around, crashing it into Marlee. Paul’s hip connects solidly with Marlee’s damaged shoulder sending the Academy Award winning actress sprawling to the canvas once again.

Chris drops Paula, finally releasing the bikini top that had been throttling her now for several moments. She collapses face down on the mat, coughing and gagging, trying to recapture lost air. Sweat glistens off her reddened face and her hands desperately clutch at her damaged throat. She offers no resistance as Chris clutches a fistful of her mangled hair and drags her to her feet. Paula is out on her feet as she is no longer able to take in enough air to sustain her ravaged body. A knee lift to her stomach doubles her over again causing a severe case of dry heaves in the 46 year old petite beauty.

Then, in a most unusual move, Chris positioned himself over the fallen Janet and lifted his left leg, trapping Paula’s head in the crook of his knee before dropping to both knees and smashing Paula face down onto the canvas. Chris’ ass and upper body weight crashed down onto the back of Paula’s head driving her already damaged throat over his muscular calf while her body was forced downward into that of Janet’s.

Carol emphatically cheers the violent maneuver. Announcers at ringside would quickly dub the move “the Guillotine” and the vicious snap of Paula’s head on impact caused many in attendance to fear that her neck may have been broken.

Chris stood. Placing his foot on the ass of Paula in an arrogant pin of the two women as the referee quickly pounded out the three count, eliminating the team. EMTs rushed to the ring again to attend to the injured girls. Unlike the Olsen twins, this time they would not having the luxury of pulling them from the ring first as Paula has to be carefully loaded onto a back board with an immobilizing brace before being carried to the back so as to not risk any further injury.

(JANET JACKSON AND PAULA ABDUL HAVE BENN ELIMINATED VIA DOUBLE PINFALL)

Janet Jackson sustained several broken ribs and a broken jaw that needed to be wired shut for six weeks. Her partner Paula Abdul, suffered a broken nose requiring cosmetic surgery, a crushed larynx and a rupture to the third vertebra also requiring surgery to repair.

As EMTs tended to Paula and Janet, As Chris removes his boot from on top of Paula he catches a glimpse of Carol at ringside, happily applauding the carnage. She winks at Chris and instantly he feels ill. As much as he tries, he is not sure if he will be able to fully contain his animalistic rage and keep from seriously hurting these women. He suddenly begins to realize the flaw in Carol’s arguments for the five minute time limit that he couldn’t comprehend weeks ago in her office when she first laid out the structure of this match to him.

The crowd began to countdown again. Ten seconds until the next team entered. Chris tried to shake his feelings of guilt as he raced back to the other side of the ring and quickly surveyed the scenario. Janet and Paula had been eliminated; Marlee was desperately trying to drag herself up by the rope with her one good arm and Shelley was unbelievably making a valiant attempt to climb back up on the ring apron on the far side of the ring. Six…five…four…

Chris rushed at Shelley, slamming his shoulder into her abdominals and sending her flying off the apron several feet. The move may not have been as devastating to Shelley had her flight not been impeded by the hard retaining wall that separated the crowd from the ring area. Shelley slowly slumped down the wall to the arena floor, her lips forming an obscene “O” shape as she felt as if every bone in her muscular back had shattered upon impact.

As the horn sounds, Chris returns his attention to that of a defenseless Marlee. Desperately trying to pull herself up by the ropes, Marlee cannot see the monster now stalking her from behind and her handicap once again prevents her from hearing the screams of ringside fans trying to warn her. Deciding to try for a submission than to inflict more damage on the overmatched star, Chris is quick to attack the damaged arm of Marlee, twisting it over his head eliciting agonizing screams from Marlee as she is forced back in toward the middle of the ring as out from behind the curtain emerges the tandem of actress Brooke Shields and tennis sensation Steffi Graf.

Brooke and Steffi met through their mutual acquaintance, tennis superstar, Andre Agassi when Brooke and Andre were courting. They remained friends despite Brooke’s break-up from, and Steffi’s subsequent marriage to, Andre. Their attire is conservative, each wearing a high cut, white one piece with spaghetti straps and a cutout mid-drift elegantly displaying Brooke’s long and Steffi’s powerful legs as well as both women’s flat and firm stomachs. Both maintain their teams look by wearing their thick, light brown hairstyles down, cascading over their bare shoulders and concealing a white choker around the neck of each.

Their approach to the ring, like their ring attire, is quite conservative as both women tentatively make their way to the ring in stark contrast of that of the teams before them. Brooke goes so far as to walk to the opposite side of the ring to check on Shelley who is still slumped against the retaining wall. Chris pays them very little heed as he twists Marlee’s arm a second time dropping the battered beauty face down on the canvas. Placing a boot directly onto the injured shoulder, Chris cranks back on the arm in a modified single-arm surfboard hold as Marlee wails in agony. For over a full minute Marlee sufferers in the painful hold, refusing to submit even though her arm feels as if it is about to be torn completely from her body. Tears stream from her pain clenched hazel eyes as she kicks and pounds on the mat in excruciating torment. Still, she will not submit.

“Get in there!” Carol screams at Brooke and Steffi.” She’s getting killed!”

Brooke and Steffi realize that they could no longer delay their entrance into the fray without risking significant and substantial injury to Marlee. Almost simultaneously, Brooke and Steffi charged into the ring from opposite sides as Carol again sits back and smiles at her handiwork.

Brooke climbed between the ropes while Steffi took the more direct approach, sliding beneath the bottom rope. As a result, Steffi reached Chris before her partner. Had they reached their intended target together, perhaps the results might have been different. Unfortunately however, they were not. Chris saw Steffi coming out of the corner of his eye and without releasing his hold on a screaming Marlee, lashed out with his right leg and catching the charging Steffi with a vicious side kick squarely between her breasts driving the air out of the beautiful German and sending her sprawling onto her back, clutching her injured ribs.

Chris then turned his attention to the oncoming Brooke and delivered a devastating front snap kick up between the legs of the tall model and directly into her cunt. Brooke’s long legs buckled instantly as she brought her hands down to cover her aching sex. A high pitched howl of pain expounded from her pain etched face as she fell to her knees on the canvas.

Dropping Marlee’s arm, the actress immediately curls up into a fetal position on the mat as Chris quickly made his way toward Brooke. Quickly trapping her head in a front face lock, Chris grabs a hold of her tights with his free hand and jerks her up onto her feet. Brooke is still clasping her bruised clit as Chris pulls her in and hauls the stunned beauty off her feet until her body is lifted just past the point of parallel with the mat. In an incredible display of brute strength, Chris seems to hold Brooke, helpless, in that horizontal position for just a moment before falling backward and driving her head and face into the canvas. The force of the impact bounces Brooke’s body to a nearly upright position before rolling over and crumpling onto her back on the canvas.

Chris is slow to get up from the move himself. He is beginning to breathe heavier now. Though he hasn’t taken much punishment, the strain of defending from all sides at once is beginning to have an effect on his stamina. Even though he is currently in control of the situation, having already eliminated two teams and with four potential threats currently in the match, and two more on the way, Chris begins to realize that he may not be able to hold off a sustained assault from the ever increasing number of opponents. He must begin to eliminate them now.

Chris examines the situation again. Marlee Matlin is injured. Her shoulder may be at least partially dislocated but she is still beginning to crawl towards the ropes again. Her tag-team partner, Shelley “Siren” Beattie is miraculously climbing back onto the ring apron from the opposite side. She is shaken badly, her nose is obviously broken and her ability to breathe deeply has been affected but still she continues to fight on. Steffi Graff is again getting to her feet, shaking off the effects from the kick to her breast just moments ago and Brooke Shields is all but out of it. She is conscious but barely as she softly moans, spread eagle on the canvas.

Chris instinctively looks up at the clock as the crowd begins to once again count down the final seconds before the entrance of the next team. He springs into action. With the speed and power of a runaway train, he rushes at a stunned Steffi, clothes-lining her around the throat. Steffi’s head snaps back violently, taking her off her feet in a spray of blonde hair and sweat and dropping the tennis star onto her back once again. Chris never breaks stride as her runs clean through the impact toward the ropes. He turns his massive form, leaning into the ropes and preparing to slingshot himself off and back in toward the ring while simultaneously delivering a forearm blast to the upper chest of Shelley and knocking the former Gladiator off the ring apron and back to the arena floor. The backlash of the ropes propels Chris back in toward the center of the ring with incredible speed and force.

With a warrior-like yell that drowns out the horn signaling the next team, Chris leaps into the air, jutting his legs out in front of himself and crashing his entire 280 pounds down, ass first, into the chest of Steffi just as the horn sounds to announce the next team. Her arms and legs lifted off the mat involuntarily as her tits were crushed down into her ribs forcing them to eventually give and finally break. An agonizing scream of torment, not usually emitted from a voice of such athletic standards, arose from her tortured lips as tears streamed from beautiful green eyes, now clenched tight in utter pain.

From the entrance ramp, two more celebrities raced to the ring side area. As a harmonic chorus of power tools blares over the arena’s sound system, the tag-team of Debbie Dunning and Amy-Wynn Pastor sprint through the curtain and down to the entrance ramp. Debbie, the stunning 37 year old, five foot eight, 128 pound blonde bombshell, best known for her roll of Heidi on the TV series “Home Improvement” leads the charge with the 27 year old Amy-Wynn hot on her heels. At first glance, many do not recognize Amy-Wynn as the sexy Carpenter extraordinaire of the hit cable TV show “Trading Spaces”, but it isn’t long before she has the crowd on its feet and chanting her name.

With a surprising physical display, Amy-Wynn is able to sprint by Debbie at ringside, slide beneath the bottom rope of the ring and race toward Chris. Quickly rising himself off of the devastated Steffi, Chris steps up in an attempt to deliver a clothesline to the charging Amy-Wynn who ducks under the massive forearm and races across the ring. Amy-Wynn’s speed is unexpected as she slingshots herself off of the opposite side ropes and leaps at her aggressor. Chris turns just in time to be met with a flying cross-body block from Amy-Wynn catching him high in the chest. The collision with the 125 pound beauty staggers Chris back a few steps, but it is Amy-Wynn’s dexterity that has lasting impact as she is able to hold onto Chris during the initial collision and shift her weight up and over his left shoulder as he staggers. The resulting move allows Amy-Wynn to apply a reverse face lock on Chris in an almost totally inverted position, swing her legs out behind the big man and pull him down to the mat in a modified, reverse DDT.

The crowd leaps to its feet in unison cheering the move as Chris’ head bounces off the canvas. Chris rolls on the mat, instinctively pulling his arms up to cover the back of his aching head as the young Amy-Wynn scoots herself back out under the bottom rope to rejoin with her fellow celebrity wrestlers; Debbie Dunning, Marlee Matlin and Shelley Beattie, who walked around from the other side of the ring, on the arena floor.

At only 27 years of age, five foot two inches tall, with raven hair, Amy-Wynn is in stark contrast to the leggy California-girl looks of Debbie, but the two had been friends since posing together for a series of Craftsman tool ads a year earlier. Both look absolutely gorgeous in white, tight fitting tank tops, a pair of denim cut-off Daisy Dukes and short wrestling boots made to look like tan work boots. The outfits, while practical, beautifully accentuate the girls’ well toned bodies as well as their firm arms and legs. Though the actual fighting experience of both women is quite limited, Debbie is an avid kick boxer and Amy-Wynn, a fitness buff with a black belt in Taekwondo, it is obvious to see that both women are in exquisite physical condition and, from the initial interaction, present a serious, potential challenge in the ring. Together with Marlee and Shelley, the four women try desperately to regroup while Chris slowly gets back to all fours in the ring.

Still on his hands and knees, Chris snapped, flying into a blind rage as he grabbed the nearest thing to him, which unfortunately for Brooke Shields, happened to be her. Chris rained a series of rights and lefts into Brooke’s head, face and upper chest with such ferocity that many in attendance quickly lost count of the number he delivered. Her entire body shook with each thunderous blow as streams of blood began to run down the gorgeous actresses’ face and large red welts took shape on her upper chest. Brooke’s body looked like a rag doll as Chris raised his hands high above his head a delivered three sledgehammer-like blows to her breasts.

Shelley, Marlee, Debbie and Amy-Wynn all quickly advanced back toward the ring before Chris clamped his huge hands on the forehead and chin of Brooke and contorted it at a painfully awkward angle.

“Back off or I snap her fucking neck!” screamed Chris

Carol quietly cheered the outburst. She could feel the rush of orgasmic pleasure swell within her as well as the warm moisture between her thighs as Chris’ dominance over these women increased.

Brooke sobbed loudly as tears and blood ran down her bruised face. Reluctantly, the four women quickly backed away in fear for their friend’s well being, huddling together on the arena floor to map out their next moves, apparently reserved to the fact that the two women currently still in the ring, were lost. Their next best hope; to await the arrival of the next team, just over two minutes away.

Chris pushed Brooke’s head down, violently bouncing it off the mat. Brooke’s sweat soaked hair flared out in all directions as her body lay splayed out on the canvas. Chris tears open the front of her ring attire, exposing her perfect breasts. Chris begins to stand, glaring at the defeated brunette but is blindsided by Steffi Graff who has somehow gotten to her feet first.

Steffi dives at Chris, landing a double axe-handle blow to the side of his head. The move garners his attention but does little more as the adrenaline fueled rage in Chris has now fully taken over his being, making him almost impervious to any pain. Steffi desperately lunges at Chris again but this time is caught by Chris who scoops the ex-tennis sensation into the air, turns her over and then runs full force into the corner, crushing the inverted Steffi between his irresistible force and the immovable turnbuckle. Every bone is Steffi’s body feels to her has if it had been turned to glass and then shattered as she lets out a deep groan of pain upon impact.

Chris drapes Steffi’s legs over the top ropes on either side of the ringpost, reaching down and pulling the middle rope over the top literally tying her legs and leaving her upside down and helpless in the corner in a move known in the wrestling game as the “tree of woe”. Steffi’s arms hang uselessly above her head, hanging toward the canvas. Her legs are spread open allowing Chris to drive a series of hard overhead chops directly between her parted legs and into her crotch before tearing the thin fabric of her one piece from her sex and exposing her lower half. Pathetic cries and whimpers emanate from Steffi’s lips as Chris continues to rain punch after punch directly into her exposed pussy. The beautiful German’s pleas become increasingly desperate with each devastating blow as blood begins to taint the light brown curls of her neatly shaved pubic mound.

Steffi’s body goes completely limp as Chris delivers one final massive blow into her cunt. Her weak cries of anguish are the only indication that she is still conscious as Chris finally and mercifully ends his brutal assault.

Returning his attention to Steffi’s tag-team partner, Chris lifts a completely defeated Brooke off the mat and whips her toward the corner, crashing her body, face first into Steffi’s. The move isn’t damaging, but does set up both women for his final move. Grabbing two handfuls of Brooke’s now mangled coif from behind, Chris leaps high onto her back and viciously slams her face into the crotch of Steffi, burying her mouth and nose into the former athlete’s exposed sex. Grinding it in, Brooke’s air supply is cut off completely as he braces both of his size 13 boots on top of Steffi’s dangling tits for added leverage. Steffi’s screams are piercing and her arms flail wildly as her partner’s face is ground into her exposed clit. Brooke’s arms slowly go limp as she passes out from lack of oxygen. She would be the lucky one as the pain quickly becomes too much for Steffi to bear.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Bitte! Sich unterwerfen!” cried Steffi. “Ich bin zu kaput! Ich Kann nichts damit anfangen!” (writer’s note: literal translation from German is “Please! I submit! I’m too beat up! I can’t take it any longer!”)

Unable to speak German himself, the referee looks to Carol at ringside for guidance. Having studied in Berlin, Carol knows that Steffi is submitting but shrugs her shoulders for a response. It takes several moments for the referee to fully understand Steffi’s ramblings and Steffi is forced to writhe in torment until he finally calls for the bell.

As the ring official rings the bell to signal their team’s elimination, Chris raises Brooke’s head. Her mouth and nose are splattered with blood and it is unclear at the moment as to whose blood it may be. With an evil grin Chris drives Brooke’s head, one final time, back into Steffi’s cunt with such force that Steffi’s legs are torn from the intertwined ring ropes sending both women crashing to the canvas in a heap. Brooke lays motionless as Steffi sobs uncontrollably, clutching her battered tits and cunt.

(BROOKE SHIELDS AND STEFFI GRAF HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA SUBMISSION OF MS. GRAF)

Chris wheels his body around looking for more victims as EMT’s scramble to retrieve the bodies of the four eliminated women without catching the attention of the monster that now owns the ring.

Brooke Shields earned a grade 2 concussion in the match as well as a broken rib and several lacerations to the face requiring approximately two dozen stitches in all to close. Steffi Graff suffered a fracture of her pubic bone, and vaginal tears as well as a torn breast muscle, several broken ribs and mild case of whiplash.

Fifteen seconds remained before the entrance of the next duo. Debbie Dunning, Amy-Wynn Pastor, Shelley Beattie and Marlee Matlin continued to await the arrival of the sixth team to the match. The attention of everyone in attendance turned to the entrance ramp as the countdown began; everyone, including the four participants at ringside. It was a mistake they would very quickly regret.

With a seemingly reinvigorated sense of self, Chris took advantage of his opponent’s distraction and launched himself over the top rope toward the arena floor, bowling into all for of the women and sending them flying in all directions. The impact was so great that Shelley was propelled over the security rail and into the crowd. As the girls attempted to regain their senses and determine just what exactly had hit them, Chris was back to his feet.

Tossing aside a ring official, it is Carol who immediately grabbed a metal folding chair and tossed it toward Chris, landing it at his feet. His mind scrambling for his next move, Chris instinctively picks up the chair and races up the entrance ramp with it, reaching the top just as the horn sounded.

Before the crowd could even identify the figure that raced out from behind the curtain, Chris swung the chair crashing it into the face of a charging Halle Berry. Halle’s head shot back from the force of the blow, an arching stream of blood flying out from her face as her legs were lifted out from beneath her sending the orange bikinied “Double-oh-seven girl” crashing down onto the steel stage and out cold. She never knew what hit her. Neither did her tag-team partner, Terri Hatcher who broke through the curtain too late to save her partner, but just in time to receive an overhead shot with the same chair squarely on top of her head. Terri’s head was driven down between her shoulder blades, compressing her spine. Blood erupted from her forehead, tinting her normally dark locks with a deep crimson hue. Her blue bikinied body momentarily hovered upright in unconsciousness before collapsing face down onto the steel.

A cold-hearted laugh bursts out of Carol as she is overcome and can no longer fully contain her enjoyment of the destruction of these women.

Chris tosses the mangled chair aside as he reached down, grabbing both girls around the neck and begins to drag the two unconscious beauties to the ring. The corrugated steel grates against their tender skin, literally tearing the fabric and flesh from their bodies. As they reach the bottom of the ramp, their ring attire is in tatters and both women are bloodied profusely.

Marlee, Shelley, Debbie and Amy-Wynn are just getting to their feet as Chris reaches the bottom of the ramp with his helpless victims. Shelley and Debbie are first up and immediately rush Chris who releases Terri, dropping her lifeless body to the arena floor in a bloody pile and lifts the limp form of Halle high in to the air, hurdling her at the charging duo. Halle’s body twists and turns in mid air like a bag of damp laundry, impacting high across the chest of Debbie sending the buxom blonde down with Halle’s full 113 pounds on top of her. Though badly beaten, Shelley’s athletic agility allows her to just get out of the way of Halle, but not of the running lariat that followed. The crook of Chris’ muscular arm slammed into the upper chest and throat of Shelley, sending the stunned muscle woman crashing to the arena floor on the back of her head.

Shelley moaned and rolled on the arena floor with her arms covering her aching head as Chris advanced on his prey. He never saw Marlee or Amy-Wynn who each lunged at the big man connecting with simultaneous drop kicks high into his pectoral region. Chris staggered back several steps tripping over the prone body of Terri Hatcher and falling to the floor.

The crowd erupted once again as Marlee and Amy-Wynn quickly leapt on top of the fallen monster and began pummeling him with everything they had. The girls kicked and punched with tremendous vigor as Chris desperately tried to fend off the blows. He would toss one of the women aside only to have the other continue the assault, keeping him down long enough to be rejoined by the other.

The advantage continued for several moments as Chris’ trademark cowl was torn from his head. Blood trickled from his nose and visible bruises began to appear on his face before Chris was finally able to throw both girls aside. Rage consumed his every being as Chris roared to his feet only to be blindsided with the ring bell swung by Shelley who had returned to her feet to reenter the fray. A deep, bloody gash ripped open beside Chris’ left eye as his head shot backward and dropped him to the floor for a second time. Blood poured from the open wound as Chris’ head rolled from side to side and all three women attacked with cat-like ferocity.

Unable to use her arm effectively, Marlee quickly positioned herself behind the head of Chris applying a very well executed head scissors while Amy-Wynn and Shelley stomped on his upper body. The assault continued for several moments before the women dragged a weary Chris to his feet as Debbie got back to her feet and reentered the fray.

Chris balanced on rubbery legs as Marlee, Shelley and Amy-Wynn held him upright before Debbie. Sweat drenched his body as blood poured from his nose and from the open wound beside his left eye. A forearm shiver by Debbie rocked his head to the side. It was obvious that the blows were having a far greater effect than they were previously and were quickly beginning to wear Chris down. Another forearm from Debbie staggered the big man who seemingly no longer had the strength to fend off the three women restraining him. A front snap kick by Debbie connected solidly between Chris’ slightly parted legs, buckling his knees and nearly dropping him to the arena floor if it were not for the three women struggling to hold him upright.

The crowd roared it approval as the quartet rolled Chris’ body beneath the bottom rope and back into the ring. Rolling onto his back in the center of the ring, Chris’ barrel-like chest heaved rapidly as he made several attempts to raise his bloodied head before flopping back down again. Shelley quickly climbed between the ropes into the ring. Wincing slightly, it was obvious that she had not yet fully recovered from the beating she had received earlier in the match but was determined not to let up on the advantage she and the other women had amassed. She continued to stomp on Chris, keeping him down in the ring while Debbie and Amy-Wynn scurried to the top rope on opposite sides of the ring.

Marlee remained outside of the ring to protect her injured shoulder and to tend to Halle and Terri who, because they had not yet been officially eliminated from the match, could not receive assistance from EMTs. She would be verbally berated by Carol at ringside for not returning to the ring, but for once in this match, Marlee’s inability to hear her may have been a blessing.

As Debbie and Amy-Wynn perched themselves on the top rope, Shelley brought Chris to his feet by the hair, quickly slapped on a front face-lock to her foe and with an amazing display of feminine power hoisted Chris’ full 280 pounds up and over her head, dropping him hard back onto the mat in a perfectly executed suplex. The move brought the capacity crowd to its feet, but also took a lot out of an exhausted Shelley.

As Chris’ form crashed back to the mat, Debbie and Amy-Wynn leapt off of the ropes in a simultaneous frog splash, each connecting solidly across the torso of a prone “Celebrity Mauler”. A loud grunt of pain arose from Chris’s body as his head and legs arched off the canvas upon impact. It was the first real sign to everyone that he could indeed be hurt by these women.

The crowd went absolutely crazy as Debbie draped herself onto Chris’ upper chest, holding down his massive arms while Amy-Wynn covered his mid-section and hooked the leg for an apparent pin. Shelley stood over the two, pushing down on the backs of both girls for added leverage as the referee fell into position for the upset.

ONE…TWO…THR…and Chris rolled out, sliding his arm from beneath Debbie’s leg and getting his right shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time. A stunned cry emanated from the crowd as all three women rose to their feet, completely dumbfounded. They thought that they had done it, that they had finally defeated the “Celebrity Mauler” and each had to now be wondering what in the hell they had to do to put this monster away.

Chris managed to roll onto all fours before Debbie kicked him squarely in the ribs driving the air out of him and sending him sprawling across the canvas once again. Shelley took control, directing Debbie and Amy-Wynn to pick Chris up off the mat. She signaled the two women to suplex the big man once again while this time, she went to the top rope.

Forcing him to his feet, Debbie and Amy-Wynn positioned a groggy Chris between them and doubled him over with simultaneous boots to the mid-section. Knowing full well that neither of them could lift this hulking beast of a man off his feet by themselves, each quickly wrapped their arms around the back of Chris’ hunched head in a double front face lock and threw his arms up over their shoulders setting him up perfectly for the double suplex.

“On three,” instructed Debbie. “One…two…three!”

In unison, each used their free hand to grab Chris at the hip and with strained muscles lifted him upside down off of the canvas into an almost vertical position. Before reaching the apex of the move however, Chris, almost instinctively, began to flail at the legs, altering his center of gravity and shifting his weight back toward its original position. With one massive thrust of his legs downward, Chris reversed the momentum of the move, swinging between the two women and driving them to the mat, head first, into a double DDT. The force of the maneuver spiked the legs of both women skyward into an almost totally inverted position before crashing both women face down on the canvas.

Calling on every last ounce of reserve he could muster, Chris sprang to his feet. Shelley knew that the advantage the women had just moments ago was disappearing fast. She made a hurried leap from the top rope in a desperate attempt to remain on the offensive. Chris leaped high into the air, delivering a devastating drop kick right between the breasts of Shelley as she came off the ropes. Shelley’s body contorted into a “C” shape in mid air around the force of the impact that drove back into the corner. The entire ring shook as Shelley’s bare back slammed into the turnbuckles causing the muscle queen to collapse face first onto the canvas.

Chris himself was only slightly better off. The effort has taken a lot out of him. Sweat and blood dripped off of his face. His lungs burned as they struggled to take in as much oxygen as his body would allow and his muscles trembled from exhaustion as he lifted himself off the canvas once again. The effort seemed mountainous, but Chris finally managed to get to his feet just as the horn sounds signaling the entrance of his next opponents.

From behind the curtain comes the gorgeous tandem of the “Bachelorette” Trista Rehn and Hawaiian fitness goddess Kiana Tom. The tanned, sculpted body of the 5’4” raven haired Kiana complements the 5’2” Trista’s blonde haired, blue eyed California looks perfectly. Each woman is decked out in matching royal blue string bikinis and sneakers. Their long thick hair cascades down their supple bare backs and swings in time with each purposeful stride as they make their way down the ramp, taunting and pointing at Chris in the ring.

The friendship of the two dates back to an appearance on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno that the two appeared on together. An avid bodybuilder and trained in kickboxing as well as several martial arts disciplines, Kiana possesses extensive combat experience. Ever since Chris’ first “celebrity match” with Lucy Lu and Cameron Diaz, Kiana has been chomping at the bit for her chance to exact some revenge for their injuries. She had originally wanted to team with fellow bodybuilding Champion Cory Everson, but when an injury prevented Cory from competing, Trista, eager to build on her new found celebrity and figuring that defending the honor of the actresses might score her some points in Hollywood, begged Kiana for the opportunity. She reluctantly agreed and has been training Trista for the past several months for just this moment.

Chris quickly scanned the area. He desperately needed to eliminate an opponent before Kiana and Trista entered the match. Debbie and Amy-Wynn were slowly beginning to stir on the canvas. Shelley was out cold and if he acted fast enough he might be able to get a pinfall on the unconscious warrior and eliminate her before Kiana and Trista hit the ring.

Exhausted, Chris dropped to his knees and rolled Shelley onto her back, quickly placing his arm across his chest. Shelley lay motionless and the referee dropped into position to make the count.

“One..two..thr..”

At the last possible moment, Chris was pulled from the ring beneath the bottom rope to the arena floor. Stunned, he turned to see a defiant Marlee, holding her left arm close to her body while waving Chris on with her right. She had pulled Chris from the ring, disrupting the count and keeping her team in the match.

Marlee never heard the referee begin his count on her partner. Unable to berate her back into the ring, it was Carol who grabbed Marlee and brought the situation to her attention. If not for her, Shelley would have been pinned easily.

Chris went ballistic, the sudden rush of adrenaline rejuvenating his body, replacing his exhaustion with pure rage. He advanced on Marlee who wisely turned tail and ran. Chris gave chase directly toward Kiana and Trista while Carol, satisfied with her manipulation of events, returned to her ringside chair.

As Marlee raced between the two oncoming women at the bottom of the entrance ramp, a three-way slugfest ensued with Chris quickly overpowering both women and knocking them to the ground. Instead of continuing his chase of Marlee however, Chris raced back toward the ring and climbed the turnbuckle from the outside. With lightning–like speed Chris wasted no time getting to the top rope and leaping off into the ring and landing ass first directly onto the naked chest of a prone Shelley who was still lying unconscious close to the corner. A wave of blood spewed from her lips like a geyser upon impact as her legs and arms involuntarily lifted off the mat, and then fell lifeless as the referee, this time, counted out the destroyed blonde without interference.

(SHELLEY “SIREN” BEATTIE AND MARLEE MATLIN HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA PINFALL OF MS. BEATTIE)

Marlee suffered a broken left arm and collar bone as well as a separated left shoulder that would require multiple surgeries to fully repair. Shelley endured several shattered ribs and a punctured lung as well as a broken nose and a multiple concussions. She remained unconscious for several hours after the match.

Chris labored to his feet, directing his attention outward toward Kiana and Trista who were slowly getting to theirs as well. Marlee rushed to the corner, outside the ring, where her partner laid unmoving within, in an effort to assist EMTs in any way she could. Tears danced down her cheeks as she cried out her continuous apologies to her unconscious friend for failing her.

Chris wiped away the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, smearing the blood that ran from the open wound on his head like war paint on an Iroquois brave. He panted in deep, laboring breaths as he waived for the two beauties to come forward and fight, backing up several steps in an effort to show that he was willing to allow the two to enter the ring unmolested.

The two women cautiously made their way up onto the ring apron as Chris continued to wave them forward. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was a new found respect that made him unwilling to take his eyes off his newest opponents, but either way, he forgot that Kiana and Trista were not his only opponents at the moment.

Diving at Chris from behind, Amy-Wynn connected with a solid chop block on the back of Chris’ lower legs that sent him down to his knees. Debbie immediately followed with a vicious dropkick to the back of his head sending Chris sprawling face first onto the mat; the force of the blow sliding Chris several feet across the canvas.

Kiana and Trista quickly made their way between the ropes as the four woman began to stomp away at on the head and back of Chris as the big man desperately wrapped his arms over his head in an effort to protect himself. Straddling his back, Amy-Wynn reached down, clasping her hands around the chiseled jaw of her adversary and arched his upper body up off the canvas. Bracing her boots in the crook of Chris’ knees, she leaned back with every ounce of strength she could muster in her 125 pound frame cinching her opponent into a modified vertical bow and arrow hold.

Chris moaned as the hold quickly began to wear on the muscles in his lower back. Trista and Debbie grabbed a hold of Chris’ flailing arms leaving his torso vulnerable to the attacks of the powerful Hawaiian beauty before him. Large red welts and splotches began to form on Chris’ massive chest as Kiana alternated a series of knife-edge chops and hard boots to his exposed pectoral region.

Heavy groans emanated from Chris as long bursts of air were expelled from deep within his being with every blow. Trista and Debbie struggled to restrain his massive arms, and Amy-Wynn’s arms strained to maintain the pressure on Chris’ lower back, but exhaustion had taken a lot out of Chris and he no longer possessed the overwhelming strength that was required to fend off all four women at once. Worse yet for Chris, time was running out and soon the final team would be sent to the ring, adding to his predicament.

As the seconds passed, Amy-Wynn could no longer maintain the leverage on her hold and released Chris’ chin allowing Debbie and Trista to haul Chris up by the arms into a standing position. Kiana continued her assault, delivering two hard kicks to Chris’ open mid-section. Chris did his best to absorb the blows but Kiana’s powerful kicks and his growing exhaustion was quickly taking its toll.

Kiana prepared to kick again, continuing to work over Chris’ softening abdominals but Chris was not a wrestler that needed to rely on brute strength alone. His experience in the ring was something that no amount of punishment could take from him. As Kiana’s shapely right leg extended outward once again, Chris grabbed the two women holding his arms and fell backward to the mat using the momentum of his fall to bring his arms back in toward his body and pull Debbie and Trista toward each other above him. The heavy clunk of their two skulls crashing together forced the women to release their hold on Chris’ arms and propelled them backward in opposite directions. At the same time, Chris extended his left leg, sweeping it out away from his body and taking out the left leg of Kiana and sending the Hawaiian cutie down onto her back on the canvas.

The sequence of events happened so fast that Amy-Wynn was only able to take a single step toward Chris from behind before he was able to allow his momentum and remaining strength to carry him into a perfectly executed back hand spring and drive his boots squarely into the breasts of the beautiful carpenter sending her sailing backward several feet and between the ring ropes to the outside. Amy-Wynn crashed to the arena floor landing hard on the back of her head with a resounding thud. Her beautifully coiffed mane now a tangled menagerie of sweat soaked strands perfectly framing her pain etched features.

Completing the back roll, Chris returned to a vertical base, staggering back several steps before catching himself on the very same ropes that Amy-Wynn had just been launched through. Chris draped his arms over the top rope to keep from falling back to the mat in exhaustion as his massive chest heaved rapidly in an attempt to replenish his body with expelled air. Blood continued to pour from the wound beside his left eye and his skin glistened with a think sheen of sweat cascading down his body.

The crowd began to chant again as the overhead clock ticked its way past the ten second mark to the entrance of the last team. Chris took a quick look over the ropes and then back into the ring to survey the situation. Amy-Wynn was slowly pushing herself up to all fours while feverishly attempting to make the ringing in her head cease. Trista and Debbie were likewise slowly making their way to their feet in the ring while Kiana was more quickly making her way to hers.

The crowd rises to its feet in unison as the horn sounds announcing the final team to the ring. Kiana gets to her feet and instinctively glances back towards the entrance ramp to view her newest allies. It was a mistake that she would solemnly regret. Taking full advantage of his opponents’ momentary loss of concentration, Chris pushes back against the rope and uses its backlash to slingshot himself across the ring at Kiana. She turns back toward the ring just as Chris dives at the raven haired beauty’s stomach, burying his shoulder deep into her taut mid-drift. Even Kiana’s firm muscles are unable to withstand the force of the blow as her entire body caves in around the impact and is thrown backward several feet before being driven to the canvas with Chris’ full 280 pounds on top of her.

Emerging at the top of the entrance ramp, the final team of Lark Voorhies and Tatyana M Ali dance their way out from behind the curtain to the tune of Tatyana’s ”Boy You Knock Me Out”. Both girls look stunning in matching white blouses, tied off just below their perky breasts. Their mid-sections are bare with Lark adorning her lower half with tight fitting red shorts; white laces criss-crossing the front and cut very high in the back to accentuate her firm rounded posterior. Her legs are bare down to a pair of red wrestling boots showing her shapely gams. Tatyana wears a short pleated skirt resembling a naughty Catholic school girl’s uniform with high white stockings pulled up just over the knees and showing off the creamy skin of mocha thighs.

Chris rolls off the devastated beauty as Kiana immediately curls up into a fetal position on the mat, clutching her aching abdominals. An expression of unyielding agony adorns her angelic face as spittles of blood are coughed up onto the canvas from her convulsing body. Tears stream from her tightly clenched brown eyes as Chris rolls her onto her back and drapes his body across her firm breasts for the pinfall.

Chris clutches the fabric of Kiana’s bikini bottoms, pulling her legs upward to prevent a kick out and exposing a portion of her shapely derrière to those in attendance as the referee falls into position for the three count. Kiana is helpless, her abdominals too badly damaged for her to kick out but before the referee can even get his arm down for the first count, Chris is blindsided by a double axe handle blow to the head by a diving Trista, interrupting the count.

The look on Chris’ face as could only be described as stunned disbelief as he began to pound the canvas in frustration. Chris rose to his feet and advanced on Trista but was intercepted by Debbie with a sharp forearm shiver to the side of his head. Chris glared at Debbie, his eyes bulged and his body literally began to shake with rage as he advanced on the ex-“Tool Time” girl. Debbie’s eyes filled with intense fear and she retreated several steps before summoning her resolve and attacking again.

Joined by Trista, Debbie launched a series a forearms to Chris’ head each one having less and less effect than the one before. Both women stepped back again and attempted a double roundhouse kick to the head of her adversary. Chris blocked their legs in mid-air, dropped to his knees and delivered two vicious right uppercuts between Debbie and Trista’s parted legs and into their cunt. Ear-piercing screams of intense anguish bellowed from deep within their loins as the crunch of Chris’ bare knuckles against the sex of both women lifted the leggy blondes off their feet. Both collapsed onto the mat, screaming in agony and clutching their damaged womanhood.

Rising quickly and fueled by an apparent second wind, Chris knew that this may very well be his last chance. On one side of the ring, Tatyana and Lark were making their way through the ropes into the ring. On the other, Amy-Wynn was pulling herself back up onto the ring apron in a determined effort to get back into the fight. Chris rushed at Amy-Wynn grabbing two fistfuls of her dark hair and flipping the startled beauty up over the top rope sending her crashing down into the ring on her ass. Lark and Tatyana make their way between the ropes as Chris rushes toward them, ducking beneath simultaneous clotheslines and coming to a dead stop behind them. Lark and Tatyana turn around as Chris leaps up, inverting his body in mid air and delivers a thunderous double mule kick to both women, catching each of them up under the jaw and sending them sprawling to the canvas.

Fury raged through his body as Chris snapped to his feet, extending his arms and roaring toward the heavens. Like a wild beast, hell-bent on destruction, Chris raced around the squared circle laying waste to anyone in his patch.

Chris charged Amy-Wynn, picking her off the canvas and throwing her into the corner. Her body shook as her back slammed into the turnbuckles with incredible force and Chris followed her in with a running body splash crushing her against the corner with the impact of a runaway train. Amy-Wynn slumped helplessly onto her ass against the turnbuckle with her head flopping to her side like a rag doll.

Debbie was next in his sights as Chris rolled out of the corner, leapt up out of the roll into a 270 degree mid-air flip and crashing, back first, across the chest of a prone Debbie executing a perfect “Rolling Thunder” slam. A loud “UNGH!” sound escaped Debbie’s lips as Chris rolled through the slam and back onto his feet. A sobbing Debbie pleaded for mercy from her attacker as Chris sadistically held her legs aloft, parting them before dropping his knee onto her already damaged crotch. Debbie squealed in pain again as Chris stood and turned his attention again and proceeded to deliver a series of heavy stomps onto the chest, stomach, crotch and thighs of an adjacent Trista, bouncing her like a basketball on the canvas.

Lifting Trista to her feet by the hair, Chris throws the former Miami Heat cheerleader into the corner and like Amy-Wynn follows her in with a huge body splash that rocks the entire ring and crushes the 5’2”, 108 pound Trista’s model-like features between himself and the ring. The long, shapely legs of Trista buckled as Chris backed out of the corner causing the stunning blonde slump forward into the arms of her attacker who scooped her weakened form up into the air, turned her over and power slammed her to the mat with his full 280 pound frame once again crushing her upon impact. Her golden hair flared out in all directions as Trista was left splayed out and unconscious on the canvas.

Tatyana and Lark were still on the canvas, struggling to shake the cobwebs from their head. They would never get the chance. Grabbing both girls around the back of the neck, Chris dragged them to their feet. They each wobbled in front of him and the glazed over look in their eyes begged the question if either of them even knew where they were. Chris grabbed both girls around the waist and briefly crushed them in a double bearhug. Loud groans escaped the lips of both girls as Chris shook them violently to increase the pressure of the hold before snapping his hips and tossing the 120 pound Lark and the118 pound Tatyana up over his head in a double belly-to-belly suplex. It was quite simply an incredible display of brute strength and power. The girls flipped in the air before crashing down on their backs a full two-thirds of the way across the ring.

Chris was in complete control now. Kiana Tom was spitting up blood on the canvas having obviously suffered some serious internal injuries and her partner, Trista Rehn, was unconscious and spread eagle on the mat. Debbie Dunning was sobbing uncontrollably on the canvas having taken considerable abuse to her cunt and her partner, Amy-Wynn Pastor was still slumped and nearly out of it in the corner. Lark Voorhies and Tatyana M Ali had proved to be no challenge at all as both were now lying in a heap on the far side of the ring and the team of Halle Berry and Terri Hatcher were still unconscious outside the ring having been taken out early by the chair shots. Chris slid beneath the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. Picking up the lifeless body of Terri Hatcher, Chris rolled the former Lois Lane beneath the bottom rope and into the ring and then did the same with Halle Berry. With all of his remaining opponents now in the ring it was time, Chris thought, to end this nightmare and claim his reward.

To a chorus of boos and catcalls, Chris climbed back into the ring, set to finally put an end to this madness. He raced across the ring, sling-shoting himself off of the far ropes and back in toward the ring. Leaping into the air in an impressive display of agility, Chris extends his muscular legs outward, nearly perpendicular to his body, landing in between the unconscious bodies of Terri and Halle and simultaneously crashing his massive thighs down across the naked upper chests of both women. Their bodies bounce on the canvas but no sound or voluntary movement is made by either woman.

With his legs still spread almost 180 degrees and resting on the bodies of his two victims, Chris leans forward, nearly resting his massive chest on the canvas, extends his arms outward onto the bare mid-driff of both women and commands the referee to count the pinfall.

(THE TEAM OF TERRI HATCHER AND HALLE BERRY HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA A DOUBLE PINFALL)

Both Terri and Halle suffer grade three concussions and remain unconscious for the better part of three days. Terri sustains a complete obliteration of the 3rd metatarsal in her neck. Luckily, the explosion of the bone is completely outward and poses no danger to her spinal cord, but it will require extensive surgery to remove the bone fragments from her neck and fuse the vertebra. The chair shot to Halle causes severe whiplash and post concussion syndrome in the Academy Award winning actress and multiple surgeries are required to repair a fractured orbital bone as well as reattach the cornea in her left eye. The injuries leave her with permanent loss of 15% of the vision in her left eye.

Chris back rolls off of the destroyed “Bond Girls” and stalks menacingly toward Lark and Tatyana. Both girls remain completely unaware of the fate that is about to befall them as each struggle against the ropes to get to an upright position. Chris lifts the young women by the hair. Each can only let out a meek squeal as Chris drapes their upper bodies over the top rope and tears open their blouse one at a time, exposing their young, firm breasts to all in attendance. Only the ropes hold the girls upright as Chris punishes their bodies with alternating knife-edge chops across their tits and upper chests. Heavy moans of pain emanate from their tortured souls as the resounding smack of Chris’ hand pounds against their sweat soaked skin leaving large red welts and bruises across their exposed tits. The crowd oooohhhs at each vicious blow until Chris allows both of the girls to collapse face down onto the canvas. Standing between the fallen beauties, Chris hooks the inside leg of both in the crook of each of his knees and falls backward, between the girls, applying a painful double Indian Death Lock. Each of the girls screams in agony, raising their heads off of the mat in pain and allowing Chris to lock his arms around the chin and throat of both girls and sit up, folding the girls nearly in half and arching their backs to the breaking point. Tears flow from the clenched eyes of both as Chris rocks on the hold several times to increase the already unbearable pressure on the backs of both girls. A series of small snaps, like that of breaking pencils, are clearly audible as the referee asks each for their submission. For a second, there is no reply as the intense pain overwhelms them, but it is Lark who screams the team’s surrender as Tatyana loses consciousness from the pain.

(THE TEAM OF LARK VOORHIES AND TATYANA M. ALI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED VIA SUBMISSION FROM MS. VOORHIES).

Lark sustains a dislocation of three vertebra in her lower back and torn cartilage in her knee. A single surgery on her knee and some chiropractic manipulation of her spine is required. Tatyana isn’t so lucky suffering a dislocated knee cap, torn cartilage and ACL, two broken ribs, sprained neck muscles and several cracked vertebra. She endures multiple surgeries on her back and knee to repair the damage.

Chris releases the hold and both girls drop to the canvas in a pool of their own sweat. Tatyana lies motionless while Lark cries uncontrollably and waits helplessly for EMTs. Chris immediately bounds to his feet and stalks his next prey but it becomes apparent to him that by going for a submission on Lark and Tatyana rather than a quick pinfall, he may have taken too much time.

Although Kiana and Debbie have been badly injured, both are making a brave and determined effort to get to their feet and Trista is once again beginning to stir on the canvas. Chris charges toward Kiana, leaps and drops his elbow but Kiana rolls away at the last possible moment and Chris drives the point of his elbow hard into the ring. The miss stuns Chris momentarily allowing Kiana to get to her feet, but the injuries to her mid-section prevent her from following up on any advantage she might have had.

Chris rolls to his feet, shaking his arm as if to get the feeling back into his bruised limb and once again advances on Kiana who surprisingly lashes out with a sudden forearm that connects solidly to Chris’ jaw. The move hurts Kiana who grimaces in obvious pain and stagers to remain on her feet after the blow. Chris’ head is rocked as he stumbles back several steps and is blindsided by a tremendous and completely unexpected dropkick by Trista who has battled her way back to her feet.

The kick from the leggy blonde lands flush between Chris’ shoulder blades propelling him forward and draping him over the top rope of the ring. Trista is quick to her feet, still working to clear the cobwebs from her head but ignoring the pain as the tag team partners quickly lift the legs of the stunned behemoth and struggle to hold him parallel to the mat. Out of nowhere, Amy-Wynn darts across the ring and with a running leap, lands in a straddle position across Chris’ lower back. A loud groan permeates the air around the ring as Chris crashes to the mat, reflexively arching his back in an effort to relieve some of the pain experienced from the surprising maneuver.

The three women quickly pull Chris back to a vertical base and, grabbing both of his arms, Irish whips the huge man across the ring. Chris thunders across the ring as inertia carries him to the opposite side where he bounces off of the ropes and is unable to halt his increasing momentum as he is propelled back in toward center. A double spear by Kiana and Trista stop Chris dead in his tracks as their shoulders simultaneously connect with his lower abdominals. The impact would have dropped a lesser man instantly but Chris remained on his feet, doubled over as a loud “ooooffffff” of expelled air puffed out from his cheeks.

Amy-Wynn followed up with a superkick, reminiscent of Shawn Michael’s “Sweet Chin Music” that snapped Chris’ head back and almost taking him off his feet. He staggered back only a single step, struggling to maintain his balance until Debbie, who had finally returned to her feet, grabbed Chris in an overhead, reverse chin lock and dropped down onto the canvas, causing Chris to fall backward and driving the back of his neck down over her shoulder in a perfectly executed neck breaker. Debbie pulled back on Chris’ head as her ass hit the mat causing his head to snap violently off of her shoulder.

Chris rolled on the mat, wrapping his arms around the back of his head in obvious pain. But, with the girls all having taken a tremendous amount of punishment themselves, only Amy-Wynn and Trista could move fast enough to cover Chris for the pinfall. Had all four women been able to assist on the cover, they may have held Chris down for the win. However, the combined 233 pounds of Trista and Amy-Wynn were simply not enough as Chris rolled his arm up and lifted his shoulder off the canvas at the count of two.

Stunned that they once again could not put Chris away, the two women momentarily hesitated as to their next move. It was a mistake that Chris’ ring experience will take full advantage of. Chris sat up swinging, alternating hard right hands into the foreheads of Trisa and Amy-Wynn, busting Trista open in the process and sending both beauties sprawling onto the canvas in opposite directions.

Quickly to his feet, Chris turned to meet a charging Debbie, catching her around the waist and lifting her off her feet. Debbie’s eyes grew wide in panic as Chris lunged forward, extending his knee and dropping the “Binford Tools girl” into an inverted atomic drop. Debbie screamed in agony as her already badly damaged cunt slammed down into the rock hard joint. Her legs became knock-kneed and her eyes crossed as she slowly slumped downward, clutching at her injured clit. Kiana rush in only to be grabbed by the back of the head by Chris, who was once again reacting with the speed of a world class athlete, and thrown into Debbie. Debbie’s face appeared to explode in a burst of crimson as Kiana’s forehead smashed into the bridge of her petite nose and sent her sailing onto her back into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

Dazed by the collision herself, Kiana stumbled backward and Chris quickly wrapped his left arm around her head from behind pulling her to him and dropping her body over his outstretched knee into a Dragon Sleeper hold. Kiana struggled with all of her remaining strength, but the move was two fold. Having her torso laid out over Chris’ muscular thigh was stretching her already injured mid-drift and the arm around her neck was fast cutting off the flow of blood to the brain to the former Playboy Playmate. She fought valiantly, flailing her arms wildly and stomping her feet on the mat in an almost disturbingly erotic display of anguish, but she could quickly feel her senses fading. A blinding flash of light accompanied a sudden burst of pain as Chris accentuated the move by using his free hand to dig a vicious iron claw hold into her damaged abdominals. A scream of intense agony bellowed from deep within her lungs as her arms convulsed uncontrollably at the sudden pain before going limp.

The referee quickly moves in to check on Kiana but before he can raise Kiana’s arm for the first time, Chris is rocked by double axe-handle blows from behind by Trista and Amy-Wynn. The blows forces Chris to release Kiana, allowing her body to crumble to the mat. Trista and Amy-Wynn continue to hit Chris with everything they have. The coordinated moves and strikes displayed by the women earlier in the match now having given way to desperation as it becomes apparent to both that they represent the last chance to avenge their fellow celebrities.

Chris battled to his feet as the two women continued to their relentless assault, backing the big man into the corner. Grabbing the “tag-rope”, Trista quickly wrapped it around Chris’ throat and pulled for all she was worth. Sweat glistened off of the blonde’s stunning body as the buxom beauty strained to choke the life out of her adversary.

Chris struggled in a desperate attempt to get his fingers beneath the thin tether and relieve the sudden restriction of his airway as Amy-Wynn slid beneath the bottom rope to the outside of the ring. The crowd roared as Amy-Wynn franticly searched the ringside area for some sort of weapon before Carol Walters rose from her seat and graciously stepped aside allowing her to snatch the metal folding chair she had been using.

Tossing the chair over the top rope into the ring, Amy-Wynn quickly slid back beneath the ropes and into the ring. As she turned to retrieve her chosen instrument of destruction however, Chris managed to turn his body just enough to release some of the pressure being exerted on his windpipe and drill Trista with an elbow that connected solidly with her right breast. Trista let out a high, piercing wail as the point of Chris’ elbow slammed into her tender areola, crushing the ample orb, doubling the bikinied blonde over and causing her to completely release her choke him.

Chris hunched over, a burn from the rope clearly visible around his throat, and raised his hands to his throat. He struggled to take in deep breaths to replenish his lungs with vital oxygen as Trista clutched at her aching breast. Amy-Wynn hurriedly raised the chair above her head and rush toward the corner, fully intending to bring the steel weapon down across the head of her foe. Chris reacted quickly and caught Amy-Wynn with a boot to the mid-section. The boot sunk in deep to the exposed abdominals of the “Trading Spaces” star causing her to drop the chair and double over, coughing and clutching her stomach.

Chris stepped forward, pulling Amy-Wynn toward him and trapping her head between his powerful thighs. Grabbing her around the hips, Chris quickly jerked the petite carpenter up onto his shoulders and instantly dropped her down in a devastating powerbomb, slamming her hard across the steel chair. The crowd gasped in horror as the shockwave from the enormous impact of Amy-Wynn’s body against the steel chair shook the ring. A loud, torturous cry from Amy-Wynn permeated the air around ringside as her body bounced a good two feet off the mat upon impact before coming to rest, spread eagled on the canvas. Soft sobs and moans were the only sounds that Amy-Wynn could manage as her arms and legs of her pain racked body lightly twitched involuntarily.

Chris stumbled slightly, obviously drained from the combined amount of effort exerted from the move, exhaustion from the match and loss of blood from the still trickling wound on his head. Trista leaped up onto Chris’ back, wrapping her arms around his head in a desperate attempt to apply a sleeper hold and somehow manage to take the big man down. Chris back-peddled quickly, driving Trista into the corner and crushing her 108 pound body between himself and the turnbuckles. Chris stepped forward as Trista instantly sagged downward against the corner. A vicious backhand by Chris snapped her head back, causing blood to trickle from her luscious lips. Her blonde hair perfectly framed the defeated look upon her face and Chris knew that it was finally over.

Trista’s arms hung over the top rope in the corner as Chris reached behind her beaten form and untied the blue bikini top that adorned her supple tits and exposed them to the world. Trista remained helpless as Chris placed the thin material across the throat of the young blonde and retied it to the ringpost, literally hanging her in place and then proceeded to deliver a series of hard punches into the fleshy mounds. Alternating rights and lefts crushed and bounced each tit as Trista’s body groaned and jerked with each thunderous blow. Deep purplish bruises and red welts quickly covered Trista’s destroyed mammeries. After several moments, the pain became too much for her to bear and Chris finally released a devastated Trista from her confinement; untying her from the corner and allowing her to fall, unconscious, face first to the canvas.

Reaching down, Chris grabbed a fistful of Trista’s golden locks and dragged her lifeless body over to her tag-team partner, Kiana, who herself, still lied motionless. Dropping Trista, Chris lifted Kiana, by her hair, to a seated position before carefully untying and removing her bikini top and pushing her back down onto the canvas. Chris dropped his knee squarely between Kiana’s tits and, using her own bikini top, Chris tied her hands over her head.

As Chris rose off of Kiana, many in the crowd marveled at the physical stature of the gorgeous Island woman as, even unconscious, her sculpted breasts maintained their perfectly rounded and upright shape. Unfazed by his opponent’s physical beauty, Chris stomped a boot directly between her breasts…and a second…and a third...and a fourth. Kiana’s upper body bounced on the canvas with each vicious blow as the heavy jostling of her body began to bring her back into consciousness.

As her head began to roll from side to side and her eyelids fluttered, Chris once again grabbed Trista by the hair and dragged her body closer to Kiana’s until he held her upper body directly over the head of her partner. Still holding her by the hair, Chris straddled Trista’s back before dropping her upper body onto Kiana’s head. Trista’s large, voluptuous breasts engulfed Kiana’s face as her mouth and nose were completely covered by the blonde’s tits. Chris sat his full 280 pounds onto Trista’s back, directly above Kiana’s head. Kiana was suddenly shot back into a more lucid state as the sudden sense of being smothered out flooded her brain. She kicked and flailed her limbs in utter panic as the precious oxygen in her lungs quickly dissipated.

Chris rocked back and forth on Trista’s back as he ground the unconscious beauty’s breasts in Kiana’s helpless face until the struggles of the Polynesian princess weakened and then ceased. The referee, who failed to count a pinfall as Kiana was being viciously smothered, unbelievable checked the arms of the limp woman; raising it once, twice and three times and allowing it to fall lifelessly back to the mat, before counting out the one, two, three.

(THE TEAM OF KIANA TOM AND TRISTA REHN HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA PINFALL OF MS. TOM)

Kiana Tom suffered a cracked breast bone in the match as well as some injuries to internal organs that caused blood to back up into her lungs. A medical procedure was required to drain her lungs and she would spend several days in an oxygen tent at a local hospital to recuperate. Trista sustained a mild concussion, a tearing of the breast muscle and several minor lacerations. It would take several weeks before the pain in her breasts subsided to tolerable levels.

The referee signaled for EMTs as Chris rose off of Trista’s back and rolled the topless woman off of her partner thus reopening the airways of Kiana and turned his attention to the final team remaining. Debbie Dunning was unconscious and bleeding profusely. A pool of her own blood, running from the open wound on the bridge of her nose, stained the mat beneath her head. Her partner, Amy-Wynn Pastor, was courageously dragging her pain ravaged body across the canvas. She was wounded prey.

Chris was breathing heavy. He was tired and he was sore. Though none of the women he faced in this match could have presented him with any real challenge individually, together they had tested the limits of his ability. Now, it was time to finish it…with a statement.

Chris stalked Amy-Wynn grabbing the young woman by the waistband of her Daisy Dukes, literally tearing them from her body as she desperately struggled to crawl away. She lunged toward the ropes as the shorts made their way down her shapely legs, finally making there way over her boots and exposing her firm, round ass. Amy-Wynn was in a panic now, crying hysterically as she pleaded with her attacker for mercy. After booting her in the ass, sending her sprawling onto her stomach, Chris lifted the beaten woman to her feet by the hair and with his free hand tore the sweat and tear soaked top from her body, leaving her completely naked except for her boots. Amy-Wynn didn’t even try to cover herself. Sobbing uncontrollably, her arms hung defenselessly at her sides, reserved in her defeat as her teary eyes looked up into that of her attacker’s. Chris reached between her legs, scooping her up into an inverted bearhug and crushing her naked body against his massive form.

Debris rained in from all sides of the angry crowd, sensed the end, as Chris paraded a helpless Amy-Wynn around the ring before stopping beside an unconscious Debbie.

“No God, Please!” begged Amy-Wynn, remembering the move used to finish off Britney spears and Melissa Joan Hart.

Carol remembered it too and licked her lips in anticipation of the brutal finisher. But she was only half correct in her assumption. Chris leapt in the air, kicking his legs out in front of him and piledriving Amy-Wynn ALONGSIDE of Debbie’s prone form. Amy-Wynn’s spine compressed upon impact with the mat, driving her head between her shoulder blades and sending her to dreamland. Her body went completely limp in Chris’ arms as he held her inverted momentarily before allowing her to collapse alongside her partner.

A look of absolute hatred washed over Carol’s face. She was annoyed that Chris was toying with her emotions, irate that he would deny her wanton lust. He would pay dearly for his defiance she thought.

Chris leaned over to Debbie and undid her shorts and removed them from her body. Blood from her crotch smeared down her long legs as Chris slowly slid the shorts off and threw them into the crowd. Chris did the same with her top, slowly tearing it in front, pealing it from her beautiful body and tossing it to the crowd. Debbie’s naked body flopped like a rag doll as he positioned her and Amy-Wynn together in the middle of the ring.

The irate crowd became downright hostile as Chris covered them both for the pinfall only to quickly stand up at two and break the count. Hurriedly, he raced to the corner and climbed to the top rope.

“Is this what you want, huh?” Chris hollered to the crowd. “How ‘bout you, you fuckin’ bitch?” Chris shouted at Carol. “Is this what you want?”

Carol smiled as Chris leapt from his lofty perch and crashed his 280 pound frame down across the breasts of both Amy-Wynn and Debbie in his trademark frog-splash. Their lower halves shot up off the mats involuntarily as Chris bounced off of their naked bodies. Their legs becoming intertwined as they finally come to rest and the referee pounds out the final pinfall of the match.

(THE TEAM OF DEBBIE DUNNING AND AMY-WYNN PASTOR HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED VIA A DOUBLE PINFALL)

Debbie suffers a broken nose that requires surgery to repair as well as cosmetic surgery to hide the scar. She also sustains three broken ribs and a severely fractured pubic bone that will keep her off her feet for several months. Amy-Wynn Pastor’s injuries included a grade two concussion and several broken ribs as well as strained ribcage muscles. She remained unconscious for several hours after the match.

The loudspeakers boomed the announcement of Chris’ victory as the referee raised his hand and EMTs tended to the carnage of the celebrities in the ring. Carol Walters slowly made her way into the ring, microphone in hand. Much to her astonishment, Chris dropped beneath the bottom rope of the ring to the outside, returning with his signed contract that he has stashed beneath the ring.

Carol began to speak, announcing to the crowd that the “Celebrity Mauler”, as per his contract for this Gauntlet match, was now the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Chris only smiled.

“Also,” Carol continued, “That match will take place at his discretion.”

The crowd booed emphatically until Carol called forth Scott Crusher who instantly appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, still in his wrestling gear and with the World Heavyweight Championship firmly around his waist. Sensing and bonus match-up could be about to take place, the reaction of the crowd immediately picked up.

“So how about it, Mauler?” Carol taunted. “Scott’s here, you’re here. What do you say you get in on right now?”

The crowd erupted in cheers as Carol gloated over Chris’ sudden predicament. Regardless of his current condition, he couldn’t back away from this challenge, especially if Scott was ready and willing, not if didn’t want to lose his respect as a competitor. But Chris had one final ace up his sleeve.

Grabbing the microphone from an arrogant Carol, Chris prepared to shock the wrestling world.

“NO!” Chris shouted sending Carol, Scott and all in attendance into utter disbelief. “This contract,” Chris continued waving the papers in Carol’s face, “states specifically that I choose the time, the place, and the opponent for my next match.”

The crowd roared its disapproval at being cheated out of a bonus match.

“Oh, you want another match, do ya?” Chris responded. “Well don’t worry; you’re going to get one!”

The fickle crowd cheered again as Carol strutted around the ring with her arms outstretched, basking in the apparent success of her plan to rob Chris of a fair title shot. He was in no condition to compete for the title tonight, but he wasn’t about to back down from the challenge.

“So, the place is HERE!” Chris shouted. “The time is NOW! And the opponent is…..not Scott Crusher.”

The crowd booed again. Carol’s jaw dropped as Chris turned to stand before her and stood, glaring directly downward into her green eyes. He towered over her and suddenly a look of intense fear swept over her beautiful face as she realized exactly what Chris had in mind.

“This contract says ANYONE in the Federation” Chris growled at Carol. “And I pick YOU!”