PPV 8: PAYBACK

By Vincent T.

After PPV7, Victoria returned home with Beulah and Francine. During the ride back, Francine constantly whispered to Beulah about ways to get back at Victoria and escape their slavery. But Beulah was so bruised and tired from the match, she only wanted to sleep and get the next month over with. But over the next three weeks, Beulah learned that Victoria wasn't the mean bully Dawn had made her out to be. She wasn't hateful or vengeful; in fact, the tasks she had Beulah and Francine complete were remedial, and not the least bit humiliating. But the whole time Francine stirred for revenge, wanting to catch Victoria unaware and possibly tape her mouth shut again and have her way with her. But Beulah wanted no part of Francine's plan. She was starting to dislike Dawn and her hateful ways. In fact, the night Francine decided to attack Victoria , partly because she had not given orders against it, Beulah got up with her and purposely tripped over the carpet edge and caused Victoria to wake up. When she saw the two divas in her room, she ordered them back to their room and gave detailed instructions that they were not allowed to touch or harm her.

“You did that on purpose!” Francine growled as they headed back to their room.

“No I didn't, but even if I did, what has Vicky done to us? Other than being hospitable, and after what we did to her.”

“Vicky?” Francine mocked, “You're calling her Vicky?”

“She told me I could, it's what her friends call her.”

“Oh my gosh, your friends with her now? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothings wrong with me, except that I don't see why Dawn hates her so much. I don't get it. She could have made this month a living hell, but she didn't. She's fed us, allowed us to roam her place pretty much as we please. This hasn't been a slave punishment, it's been a vacation.”

“A vacation from what?” Francine retorted as they sat down on opposite beds.

“From Dawn.”

“You've gone nuts! Victoria 's gotten to your head. She's a slut and a bitch, and if it weren't for Dawn, we'd have no jobs right now.”

“If it weren't for Dawn, we wouldn't have been covered in bruises for a week from getting our asses kicked. Where was Dawn? Where was she? Have you seen the tape? I have. She was cowering by Vincent, not wanting anything to do with Vicky. She left us alone; we did all her dirty work, hurting Vicky in all sorts of ways, all so Dawn could dominate her. But when it comes down to it, Dawn has never dominated her, we beat her down, and just so Dawn could have her fun. Well, not anymore, I'm done being Dawn's bitch.”

Once Beulah finished her sentence, and closed her eyes in frustration, Francine reared back and slapped her across the face. Beulah fell back on the bed holding her cheek. Francine pounced on her and sat on her stomach.

“If I ever hear you say things about my girlfriend again, you'll get a lot worse than that.”

“Screw you, just go kiss Dawn's ass. That's all you do anyway.”

Francine slapped Beulah again, and again, and again. When Beulah finally rolled over onto her belly, under Francine, she tried to cover up her head, only to have Francine grab her arms, pull them over her bent knees and grab under Beulah's chin, pulling her back in a camel clutch. Beulah cried out but not loud enough to wake Victoria again. Francine held Beulah in the clutch until Beulah finally passed out from the pain. Francine then stripped Beulah and with torn shreds of clothes, she tied Beulah's arms and ankles to her bedposts.

Minutes later Beulah was awoken by a glass of ice water across her face and chest.

“So your tired of being Dawn's bitch huh? Well I guess that means I still am her bitch. And that's fine by me cause you were always a third wheel anyway. I liked it when Dawn concentrated on me, and I could focus all my energy on her. Didn't you ever notice that when it was your turn to lick her crotch, I was up top kissing her breasts and lips. And when it was time for me to cum, she always pushed your head into my crotch so you were the one who had to lick me so she could please me up top. All we needed from you was your tongue. We always thought your licking sucked, and your fucking was weak, but that's just you in everything. Well tonight I'm gonna show you how to fuck, cause tonight, you're my bitch!”

Beulah noticed that as Francine climbed atop her naked body, she was wearing a strap-on dildo.

“Oh yeah, it's for you,” Francine commented as she stroked her appendage, “I'm gonna stick this in every hole of your body tonight. You haven't felt any real pain yet, but before tomorrow, you'll wish you were in Dawn's bed instead of mine.”

Francine then pushed thong panties into Dawn's mouth and muffled her screams.

At 7:30 the next morning, Victoria rolled out of bed, made coffee in the kitchen and waited for her slaves to enter the kitchen. But after an hour passed and she heard no movement, Victoria knocked on their door and asked if they were up yet. She heard no voice response, but did hear muffled noises. She opened the door to find that one bed was still made; the other had Beulah's naked body on top of it. She was now on her stomach with her hands still tied to the headboard posts. A dildo was still sticking from her ass and still stuffed in her mouth were her own panties. Francine was nowhere to be found. Victoria quickly united Beulah's wrists from the bed and once free, she rolled over and grabbed her crotch with both hands. Victoria noticed that it was bleeding and that her face was stained with tears.

“What the hell happened?” She demanded.

“Francine and I had … a disagreement.”

“Looks like you had more than that. Are you okay?”

“Not really, but a few days rest will help.” Beulah responded as she limped to the bathroom. Victoria started the bath water for her and pulled towels out of the closet as Beulah thanked her and gently sat in the warm water.

Beulah finally gave more detail about their fight, including her feelings about Vicky, and about Dawn. Victoria admitted that she had hoped one of them would see Dawn's cruelty and turn against her. Victoria admitted that if it was only one of them, she was glad it was Beulah. Beulah thanked Victoria for her help as she left the bathroom allowing Beulah to begin her rehab.

Two hours later, Beulah entered the kitchen where Victoria was on her laptop reading the company website. Beulah stood behind her and began massaging her shoulders.

“You really have been kind to us Vicky. I can't say that Dawn would have been as nice to you had she won.” Beulah admitted.

Victoria reached back and patted Beulah's hand, and thanked her for the kind remark.

Beulah slid Victoria 's office chair away form her kitchen desk and turned it around allowing Vicky to see her in her robe. Victoria smiled up at Beulah as she began to speak.

“I want you to know that I really meant what I said, and that I'm not going back to Dawn and Francine, in fact, I'd like to stay with you, even after my month is up.”

As she finished her words, Beulah dropped her robe, revealing her naked frame, she then stepped forward and sat on Victoria's lap, placing her breasts a half inch from Victoria's lips. Victoria stared at them in admiration. Hers were not as big, or perfect, but she had decided against implants to protect her natural frame. But with Beulah pressing these beauties in her face, she couldn't help herself as she opened her mouth and took Beulah's nipple in and began to taste Beulah's appreciation. The next two hours were spent from the kitchen, to the kitchen floor, then down the hall and ended in Victoria 's bed. Beulah then got up and made them lunch and the rest of the day began a circuit of replays of the morning activities.

Four days till the next PPV, Victoria wrote an email to Stephanie informing her that she had decided that her next match with Dawn, which she had won the right to, would be a tag team match instead. She and Beulah would face Francine and Dawn. Two days later, Stephanie responded with her approval.

PPV 8 was titled “Payback” for the plans Stephanie and Vincent had for the DIVAs they despised. They read over every contract, every document, just to come up with the toughest and most brutal ways they could get back at these women. Knowing they had them under contract for several years, they knew they could deal with them whenever they wanted, so they decided to concentrate on one DIVA at a time.

At PPV 7, Trish had earned her shot at the title, so she would be facing Sable in the main event. But they had the option of choosing the referee and they would do that very carefully.

They had also promised a tag team title match for Asya and Jackie. They would obviously face Jazz and Zira.

And the restructured match of Victoria and Beulah against Dawn and Francine would also happen.

So they decided to take one of the DIVAs left, and make her night a living hell. Stacey would be in a battle royal match to decide the number one contender for the Single's Championship. Her opponents would be Gail, Angelina, Tylene, Torrie (Tylene's slave), and Kimberly (Sable's slave).

About one hour before show time, and right after the lineup for the night was posted, Angelina confronted Jazz and Zira as they changed from their warm-up clothes to their ring attire.

“I don't understand, I thought the deal was that Lana and I were going to get to wrestle you tonight for the titles.” Angelina asked aloud.

“Boss says different.” Zira responded as she made her way to the showers.

Jazz chuckled.

“What's so funny?” Angelina asked.

“What makes you think you deserve anything? You've had one match, and it wasn't even a good one. You basically took part in a 4 on 1 ass whooping.”

“Well, that was the plan, we help you two win back the titles and then we get a chance to face you guys the next time out.”

“Help us? You think you helped us?” Jazz laughed again.

“I do recall that we were in the ring when you two won.”

“Angie, we could have beaten those two without you, and probably in less time. We took as long as we did cause boss wanted to see some porno shit before we took our belts back.”

“The last time you wrestled those two alone, I think you lost?”

Jazz stood up slowly and got to within an inch of her cousin's face. Jazz looked riled, but she took two big breaths and then smiled. “If you weren't family, you'd be on your bony little ass right now.”

“Well it looks like you won't get the chance tonight, you lucked out and got an easy match with Asya and Jackie.”

“What? You think we'd have a hard time with you and Lana?”

“Hard time? Yeah, you could say that. And even harder once we took your titles.”

Jazz stood up again and got into Angelina's face once more. “You're about two words from getting knocked on that bony little ass, right here.”

As Jazz turned away, Angelina walked towards the door, she turned back and said, “It's okay if you guys are afraid of us, you've always been intimidated by our side of the family anyway.” As she finished and reached towards the door, Jazz rushed her from behind, grabbed a hand full of hair and rammed her head into the closed door she was reaching for. Angelina fell to the floor face first.

Jazz walked away as Angelina got to all fours.

“Dammit!” Angelina cried. “You stupid bitch, that hurt!”

“Keep talking pretty face and it'll get worse.” Jazz replied.

Angelina stood up and approached Jazz, who suddenly turned and stood nose to nose with her cousin. A trickle of blood came down from Angelina's forehead and stopped at her nose. Jazz looked up and smiled.

“That's what would happen to places all over your body if you got in the ring with us. Lana is twice as strong as you, yet twice as dumb. But Zira and I are fighters, you two are posers. Her for her muscle competitions and you for your modeling crap. We would pulverize you two and you know it.”

With a smile still on her cocky face, Jazz turned back to her locker and began sorting her outfits. Angelina swung her foot at Jazz's ass and made contact, knocking her into the lockers. But Jazz bounced off and came back firing at Angelina, landing a fist to her head and a knee to her stomach. Angelina was down on her ass this time, holding her face again.

“Stand up and I'll knock you out bitch!” Jazz declared.

Angelina looked up, still holding her head, “What?”

“Don't stand up, or I'll knock you out. Just crawl out of her, like the rich bitch that you are.”

“What's going on?” Zira asked as she came back into the room.

Jazz filled her in on their conversation. Whenever Angelina tried to insert her side, Jazz would lunge at her quieting her up. Zira went over to Angelina and helped her to her feet.

“Angie, I'm glad you and Lana have decided to work with us here at EWA. But if you think for just a moment that we won last month because of you two, then you might as well be blond.” Zira stated.

“But we ……” was all she got out before Zira lifted her knee into Angelina's gut, dropping her to the floor again.

“Let me get the door for you.” Zira offered as she opened the door, slamming it against Angelina's bloody forehead. “Crawl.” Zira ordered. Angelina wanted nothing else to do with her cousins right now, so she did as ordered. But halfway through the doorway, Angelina felt a foot go up her ass as Zira helped her cousin further into the hallway.

Once the door had closed, Angelina limped back to her dressing room and cleaned up alone since Angelana had left seeing that she wasn't on the card.

Right at the top of the hour, the opening match was announced and the participants, Asya and Jackie, as well as Jazz and Zira, came out to begin.

Jackie and Zira began as they locked up and Zira hip tossed Jackie to the mat. But before she could pounce on her Jackie rolled over and hopped back up. They soon locked arms again with Zira executing another hip toss, only this time getting her nearer to Jazz. Jazz reached through the ropes and grabbed Jackie by the hair as she stood and pulled her back into the corner. Zira charged at the trapped Jackie and raised her foot for a knock out kick, but Jackie threw an elbow back forcing Jazz to release her, and then ducked in time for Zira's foot to fly over the top turnbuckle. Jackie then grabbed Zira by her hair and threw her backwards to the mat, pounced on her and went for a quick cover. Teri counted two but Zira easily kicked out.

Both women circled again but when the lockup came, Zira sidestepped and lifted her knee up into Jackie's stomach muscles. Jackie bent forward allowing Zira to slam her clenched fists on her back knocking her to the mat face first. Zira then dragged Jackie on her knees to her corner where she tagged in Jazz. Jazz came in and began kicking Jackie in her ribs and stomach as Zira still held her hair, forcing her to stay in a bent forward position. When Zira failed to exit the ring after Terri counted to ten, Asya entered and charged across the ring. But as she meant to slam into Jazz and/or Zira, the sisters stepped sideways and lifted Jackie up causing Asya to collide with her partner. Asya's chin hit the back of Jackie's head and both women fell to the mat. Zira crawled out of the ring as Jazz lifted Asya to her wobbly feet, cinched her arm around her neck and dropped her face first into a DDT. Jazz then grabbed Asya by her ankle and began dragging Asya back to her own corner. Asya began to resist halfway across and Jazz dropped her ankle. But once Jazz pulled Asya to her feet again, Jazz swung her foot up into Asya's unprotected crotch, dropping her to her knees. Jazz then slammed her foot against the side of Asya's head. Jazz dragged Asya the rest of the way across the ring.

Unsure what to do, Teri just stood back, deciding not to interfere in the champ's actions since Asya was still technically in the ring. Once Jazz got Asya back to her own corner, Zira was there on the outside of the ring. Jazz extended Asya's hands outside the ring, on either side of the bottom rope, and held them there as Zira attached handcuffs. Asya began to come to as Jazz stomped her crotch again and walked away to finish off Jackie.

Zira crawled back into the ring as she and Jazz made their way back towards Jackie, who was just now pulling herself up to her feet. Zira leaped up and drop kicked Jackie chest first into the turnbuckle where she bounced off and into the arms of Jazz who gave her a belly to back suplex. As she was being dropped to the mat, Zira climbed the turnbuckle and came flying off with an elbow across Jackie's throat. Zira then lifted Jackie by her hair and threw her through the ropes and outside the ring. Both sisters joined Jackie outside. Jazz lifted the ring apron and searched for a table as Zira held Jackie in a headlock, keeping her down on her knees. Once Jazz got a table setup, she climbed back into the ring and began climbing the turnbuckle. As Zira pushed Jackie onto the table, Angelina came running through the curtains and rolled into the ring. Just as Jazz was climbing the top buckle, Angelina pushed her off. Instead of hitting the table where Jackie was now lying, she landing on Zira. Zira's head connected directly with Jazz's stomach and Jazz's knees crashed into Zira's shoulders. But both women seemed immobile as they laid on the studio floor.

Angelina then pulled Jackie into the ring and rolled out, escaping to the back. Teri looked to the announcing table for directions. Sunny called out to her to begin a count out. Once Teri reached 10, she called for the bell and declared Jackie and Asya the winners and new champions.

The studio audience seemed confused as to what had just happened and whom to cheer for. They liked both teams, but all four women seem to be down, you really couldn't tell who won just by looking at the screen.

Once all four women were up and helped out, Vincent called for the next match.

The restructured match of Beulah and Victoria against Dawn and Francine.

Once all four women were in the ring, Vincent announced that it would be a tornado match. Victoria said that was fine with her as she confided in Beulah their new strategy.

Once all four women faced off, Dawn looked at Beulah and winked, “Good job Beulah…”

Victoria looked at Beulah in shock, but Beulah shook her head no. But the distraction was all Dawn and Francine needed as they attacked Victoria together. Dawn grabbed for Victoria's hair as Francine kicked at her belly. Both hits drove Victoria back and into a corner. Once there, Dawn began punching Victoria in the same spot where Francine had kicked her. Francine turned back to Beulah and grabbed her in a hug. But Beulah pushed her away.

“What's up with you?” Francine laughed.

“I'm changing the plan,” Beulah answered as she slapped Francine across the face, “I'm not with you two anymore.” When Francine looked back, she got a kick to the stomach and was pushed towards another corner. But Beulah wanted Dawn, so she ran to that corner and grabbed Dawn by the hair and pulled her away from Victoria. She spun Dawn around, gave her a kick to the stomach then dropped her in a DDT. Victoria looked up from her beating, and smiled at Beulah.

“I knew I could trust you.” She mumbled.

But as they enjoyed a moment together, Francine came up beside them and double clothes-lined them to the mat. Victoria rolled with the hit and fell through the ropes landing hard on the floor. But Beulah rolled into a corner and was trapped. Francine then began cursing at Beulah and adding a kick at her stomach and chest as she yelled. Beulah tried to cover up but couldn't stop the attack. Dawn finally got up and joined Francine over Beulah. She too began kicking and stomping Beulah as she lay trapped in the corner. Once they finally stopped, Francine lifted Beulah to her feet by her hair. Dawn clawed at her bikini top and ripped it off. As Francine held Beulah's hands in front of her, Dawn wrapped the bikini top around Beulah's throat and tied it like a leash. She then slung Beulah across the ring by the leash. Beulah landed and began coughing, and trying to free herself from the leash. But Francine yanked at it and pulled Beulah back to her feet before she could loosen it. As Francine pushed Beulah back into a corner, Dawn followed and slapped Beulah across her naked chest three times. The fourth slap was interrupted by Victoria who had come back in the ring and grabbed Dawn's wrist, twisted it sharply, then pushed her through the ropes and to the floor. Victoria then attacked Francine who had now released Beulah's leash. Both women fell to the floor wrestling and grabbing at whatever they could. Each woman took turns dominating on top, but with Victoria still weak from the first part of the match it was only a matter of time before Francine finally rolled on top and trapped the weakened Victoria's right arm under her left leg. She began punching at Victoria's face. Victoria tried to defend with her left, but Francine grabbed that wrist and continued her assault with her free fist. After 9 punches, Francine reached down and ripped Victoria's top off as well. She shoved it into Victoria's mouth as she tried to breath and then using her free hand, pinched Victoria's nose to cutoff her breathing.

Seeing Victoria in trouble, Beulah crawled out of the corner she had been attacked in and went towards Francine. But her ankle was grabbed, and she was pulled back into the corner, her legs pulled on either side of the pole. Since she was face down, she could not see her attacker nor defend herself. But when she heard Dawn taunting her, it was obvious she had gotten up and rejoined the match. Dawn yanked on Beulah's ankles, slamming her crotch against he ring post. Beulah cried out in pain, but got no relief as Dawn pushed her forward, only to slam her back against the pole again. Dawn repeated this move three more times before Beulah finally passed out from the pain.

Dawn reentered the ring and saw Francine's bikini top sitting on the mat beside her as she now laid over Victoria. Francine had now moved her nose-pinch smother to a breast smother. Francine was now holding Victoria's free hand above her head with both hands, until Dawn came over and stepped on Victoria's wrist, smashing it to the mat. Francine was free now to push in both sides of her breasts to completely smother Victoria's mouth and nose. Moment's later, Victoria's hand fell lifeless to the mat, she was unconscious. Francine stood and celebrated a sure victory with Dawn.

They dragged the unconscious Victoria to the corner opposite Beulah and after stripping her, propped her up with her legs spread and dangling over opposite middle ropes, and her wrist tied to opposite top ropes. Her head dangled forward as she continued to sleep.

They dragged Beulah to the opposite corner and bound her hands behind her back leaving her face first on the mat. Moments later, Victoria was woken with cold water thrown in her face. Victoria screamed at Francine as she laughed holding the empty cup. But she could also see Beulah across the ring. Lying on her belly, her hands tied behind her back. Dawn was sitting on her back pulling Beulah's hair back so Victoria could see the tears coming down her cheeks. But to make matters worse, Dawn was stroking a strap-on, and stroking it in plain view of Victoria.

Francine threw a punch into Victoria's gut, forcing her head to bow, then brought her back up with an upper cut to her chin. Two knees to Victoria's belly later and she was wobbly in the corner, still held up by her own bikini parts. Francine stood close to her, lifted her head by her hair and held her so that she was looking directly at Beulah.

Dawn then scooted back on the mat, lifted Beulah's ass into the air, spread her legs, and entered her from behind. Dawn began pumping away as Victoria was forced to watch.

“So, Beulah's your little girlfriend now huh?” Francine sarcastically asked. “Guess you didn't know that she used to be our little pussy first. She wanted us every night. Begged us to fuck her.” Beulah moaned and cried over Francine's commentary.

Dawn grabbed Beulah's hair again and pulled her face up so Victoria could see her eyes.

As Victoria watched in shock, Francine reared back again and punched the side of Victoria's jaw, causing blood to trickle from her lips. Francine then dropped to her knees, and with a protruding knuckle, punched Victoria's crotch seven times. Now it was Victoria that was crying. She begged Francine to stop, but Francine laughed and hit her with seven more punches.

Francine then stood in front of Victoria and lifted her head by her hair again.

“Look at your girlfriend. I want you to see how she likes it.” Francine ordered.

Victoria slightly opened her eyes and saw that Dawn now had Beulah's head trapped between her legs, facing Dawn's naked crotch. Dawn was pulling Beulah's face deep into her crotch, smothering her at the same time as enjoying the pleasure. Beulah's hands were still tied behind her back leaving her defenseless.

Francine then faced Victoria again, and grabbed her breasts in each hand. First she massaged them, then twisted them, them punched them repeatedly. Finally, with Victoria fading again, Francine crossed the ring and helped setup Beulah for the final moves of the match. They laid her on her stomach, her feet towards a corner, untied her hands as Dawn sat above her head and held them there. Francine then climbed the turnbuckle to the top, and leapt off, landing with her ass in the center of Beulah's back. Beulah lay motionless as they crossed the ring and released Victoria. With Victoria on the mat face down, Dawn climbed the corner and jumped off landing with her leg across the back of Victoria's head and neck. Both women now lay naked and lifeless in the ring. They rolled Victoria over and each placed a foot over a breast as Sunny came in and counted to three. Dawn and Francine left hand in hand the winners to the cheers of the studio crowd.

Beulah and Victoria had to be placed in neck braces and on stretchers to be taken from the ring.

The next match would be the Battle Royal for the number one contenders position for the EWA Singles Championship. The first women through the curtain were Gail, Tylene, and Torrie. Once they entered the ring, Sable then came out followed by Kimberly. After whispering instructions to Kimberly, Sable made her way to the announcer's table for some guest commentary. Angelina then came through the curtains soon followed by Stacey.

In the ring, Gail stood beside Tylene who was standing behind Torrie and Kimberly. Angelina stood in another corner and Stacey in another. Gail and Tylene shared laughs and quiet comments as they waited for the bell. Stacey stared at Torrie and Kimberly, trying to get a sign as to what they were going to do. Torrie shook her head slowly from side to side; indicating to Stacey that what was about to happen wasn't her doing, but that of her “Master.”

Then, Stephanie came through the curtains wearing a referee's bikini, to the delight of the studio audience, and rolled into the ring as the special referee. Stephanie went to each DIVA and did an “equipment check”, patting them on the ass and breasts, smiling at Tylene and Gail as she touched their hands and thighs. She approached Angelina, but instead of touching her, she told her to spin for a “visual” inspection.

Stephanie then stood in front of Stacey.

“Hi Stace. I thought I would come to you face to face and give you the chance of getting out of this match, if you were nervous or scared. Yes this is a battle royal, and yes this is for the spot in the title match next month. But no you won't be winning. Torrie and Kimberly? Your friends, but their masters have ordered them to attack you all match long. Once the match begins, they are not allowed to touch another wrestler or they will be whipped when they get home. And you know Gail and Tylene are in my back pocket as well, their reward for sending you to the hospital will be financial. And they are greedy little bitches. I don't know about Angelina over there. After what she did to Jazz and Zira, I would think she'd have other things to worry about than this match. So, here's the offer. You can stay in the ring and take your chances against these women, which I would guess aren't too good, or you can step through the ropes right now, escape the pain, and become my slave for three months.”

Stacey's face showed her shock at the last few words.

“That's the offer. Take it or leave it. You've got 5 seconds to decide. Either step through the ropes to safety, or turn and face the corner for my inspection.”

Stacey glared at Stephanie until Stephanie smiled and said, “Time's up.”

Stacey slowly turned and faced the turnbuckle for “inspection.” Stephanie knelt down behind Stacey and put her hands on her ankles. Stephanie made comments about Stacey's shape as she ran her hands up Stacey's famous long legs, and stopping on her ass cheeks.

“What is this inspection for?” Stacey asked, “With what we're wearing, we can't possibly hide anything!”

Stephanie smiled as she slapped Stacey's ass. “Just stay still, close your mouth and I'll be done momentarily.”

Stacey now stood as her hands slid off Stacey's ass, up her sides and onto her breasts. Stacey decided not to give Stephanie the satisfaction of knowing this irritated her, so she stood still and took the humiliation. Stephanie rubbed them, commenting that she was checking for weapons, but said the pointy objects must have just been her arousal gauges, and it seemed that Stacey was quite aroused by this search.

Stephanie leaned forward, resting her chin on Stacey's shoulder and whispered, “If your enjoying this, which it seems you are, I can continue backstage, and maybe I'll let you inspect me.” Stephanie pinched Stacey's erect nipples as she finished her offer

When Stacey gave no response, Stephanie finally slid both her hands up to Stacey's hair, ran her fingers through it, then suddenly grabbed two handfuls and slammed Stacey's head against the turnbuckle. Stephanie then brought her knee up and slammed in into Stacey's tailbone. With Stephanie in a daze and holding her tail, Stephanie reached around front of her and ripped off her bikini top. Stacey immediately covered her chest with both hands, turned around and was suddenly staring at Tylene who thrusted her foot into Stacey's belly, forcing her to double over and be an easy target as Tylene slammed her fists down on Stacey's back.

Stacey fell to the mat face first. Tylene backed up and told Torrie and Kimberly to do what they were ordered to do. They each took one of Stacey's arms and lifted her up, holding her in place as Gail came forward and began throwing punches and chops at Stacey's naked chest. The area surrounding Stacey's breast was soon red and Gail was tired. Tylene pushed her aside and said it was her turn. She grabbed each of Stacey's breasts and gave them each a twist and pull. Stacey struggled and kicked about but Torrie and Kimberly held her in the corner as Tylene had her way with her.

When Stephanie started her attack on Stacey, Angelina stayed in her corner, not liking the looks of this ambush. She knew what the sides were, and she also knew that she had left herself open for an attack after interfering in her cousin's match. But what she saw now made her sick. She watched as the “slaves” held their friend up and allowed these tow women to beat and bruise Stacey. And she saw the smile on Stephanie's face as she conducted the whole attack.

Angelina didn't like bullies. She didn't like the way Jazz and Zira, although they were older, bossed her and Angelana around when they were kids. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let them boss her around now that she was older. She also didn't like the handicap attacks some of these DIVAs were taking. So the next move she made, she knew, would force her to pick a side.

When Tylene took over the attack on Stacey, Gail backed off and smiled at Angelina. Angelina waved her over and asked if this was what this match was all about, cause if it was, she didn't want any part of it.

“Fine then, hop your little ass over the top rope and you can get out of here.” Gail responded.

But when Gail turned to walk back to the melee, Angelina grabbed her by the hair and threw her into a corner. A chop to her chest and a kick to the stomach later, and the stunned Gail was easy pickings as Angelina threw her over the top rope eliminating her. When Gail hit the floor, she fell on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and preventing her from warning Tylene that Angelina was coming. Angelina then pushed Stephanie aside and grabbed Tylene by the hair, pulled her to the center of the ring, and snap-mared the surprised DIVA to the ground. Torrie and Kimberly released Stacey as she fell to her knees, then on to her chest as she hit the mat. Angelina now had Tylene in a body scissors as she locked her long legs around her torso and squeezed. Angelina also had her right arm locked under Tylene's chin, choking her to near unconsciousness. Kimberly and Torrie approached the two DIVAs wrapped together, but did not stop them. When Stephanie yelled at them to help Tylene, they reminded her that they were not allowed to touch another DIVA while in this match, and that included Angelina.

Stephanie yelled to Sable to change her orders. But by the time Sable told Kimberly to attack Angelina, Tylene was out. Kimberly lifted Angelina by her arm and went to throw her to a corner, but Angelina reversed it and threw Kimberly into the corner where she jumped the corner and landed on the outside of the ropes, then jumped down to the floor, eliminating herself. Sable was beside herself, screaming at Kimberly. Sable then took off her personal belt and began whipping Kimberly with it.

Back in the ring, Torrie stood and watched, with a smile, as Angelina lifted Tylene's lifeless form and tossed her over the top rope to elimination. Stacey was just getting up to her knees when Angelina and Torrie approached her.

Stacey looked at Angelina and thanked her. Angelina asked Stacey and Torrie, “How do you want to end this?”

Torrie came up with the plan and they all agreed. Torrie lifted Stacey over the top rope, and Stacey stepped out of the match. Torrie then rolled herself over the top rope and to elimination since she could not attack Angelina. Angelina was then announced as the challenger to the title next week, to face the winner of the Trish and Sable match, which was next. Stephanie was irate with Tylene, Torrie, Kimberly, and most of all Stacey. So mad that she hastily challenged Stacey to a match next week. Stacey accepted. But Stacey demanded that she pick the type of match, in her haste, Stephanie agreed.

But as Angelina exited through the curtain with Stacey, Trish came charging through and attacked Sable as she was whipping Kimberly. Trish grabbed Sable by her hair and slung her at the corner post. Sable bounced off and fell to the floor. Trish followed up on her and began kicking her. When Sable to tried to kick back, Trish sat down on her and began punching and slapping at her face. Sable tried to roll away and over but this just gave Trish more targets. Trish finally stood and lifted Sable up by her hair. She threw her against the ring apron where Sable's back crashed against the ring. Sable dropped to her knees from the pain and Trish gave her a kick to the side of her head.

About 10 feet away, Kimberly was lying on the floor covering her whip marks she had received from Sable, and not making any effort to help her master, since she had not been ordered to. Trish ripped Sable's robe off and lifted her to throw her into the ring for their match. But just as she stood up with Sable, Lita did a baseball slide out of the ring and nailed Trish in the chest with her feet. Trish landed hard on the floor, banging her head as well. When Trish finally looked up, standing over her was Lita, and what she was wearing gave Trish a horrible headache. Lita was wearing a referee's bikini.

“That's right Trish,” Lita answered the unasked question, “I'm the special referee for your main event.”

Still dazed with an aching head, Trish was unable to fight Lita off as she lifted Trish by her hair and rolled her into the ring. Trish noticed, as she laid on the mat, that Sable was already in the ring, resting in a corner. But she got no time to rest as Lita lifted her head off the mat, pulling Trish to her knees, and then slammed her knee against Trish's forehead, knocking her back down to the mat. Lita then lifted Trish's right foot and dropped her knee against Trish's thigh. Trish reached out to grab that thigh but Lita lifted her ankle again, and dropped her knee against it again. Sable continued to rest in her corner as the special referee warmed up her opponent. Lita continued assaulting Trish's thigh by kicking it with her heel.

Trish tried to crawl away from Lita, but only got to a corner before Lita stomped on Trish's thigh again. Trapped in the corner, Lita kicked Trish 7 times on her back and head before finally backing up and allowing Trish a few seconds of rest. But once again, Lita grabbed Trish's right ankle, laid it across the nearest bottom rope and came down with her ass across Trish's thigh, bringing screams of pain from Trish. Again and again Lita jumped up and landed on Trish's thigh. Lita then lifted Trish by her hair again and pushed her back into the corner. Lita lifted Trish's right leg and placed it over the middle rope, as she went for the left, Trish slapped her across the face, but Lita retorted with a back elbow against Trish's jaw. Trish's head fell back, then forward, as she became unable to defend herself. Lita lifted Trish's left leg over the opposite rope and surveyed her work. She then began kicking at Trish's thigh again. Trish reached for her thigh but was unable to when Stephanie came up behind her on the ring apron and grabbed both her arms, pulling them behind her. Lita then took advantage of Trish's situation and began punching her in her stomach and chest.

“This damn thing keeps getting in my way, let's lose it!” Lita commented as she ripped Trish's top off. This also gave Lita clears shots at Trish's breasts as she pummeled them till the red showed through her tan. When Trish appeared to be passing our from the pain, Lita raised a knee up into her crotch, waking her back to life. Two more knees later and Trish was crying, pleading for it to stop.

“Stop? Are you kidding,” Stephanie whispered into her ear from behind, “the match hasn't even started yet.” This brought more tears from Trish. Stephanie finally released Trish's arms and Lita backed up just as the bell was rung and the match was officially started. Stephanie climbed down and went to the announcer's table and took Sable's seat. Lita went to the middle of the ring and waited for the action to take place. Sable strutted over to her challenger, who lay face down on the mat, topless, and just stood over her, waiting for her to move.

Sable finally grabbed Trish's wrists and dragged her to the middle of the ring. She rolled her onto her back and stepped on her long blond hair. She grabbed her wrists yanked them up, straining the roots on Trish's head. Just as Trish was about to try a desperate move to free herself, Lita stomped her crotch, knocking her back to the mat. Sable lifted her wrists again, held her for several moments till Lita kicked her back down again. This continued two more times till Sable stepped off and contemplated her next move.

Trish was unable to stop Lita as she pulled her thong bottoms off and down her legs. Upon Lita's whispered suggestion, Sable rolled Trish over again and sat down at her head and applied a cross-face submission hold. When the pain hit, Trish flailed about, but her right ankle was caught in mid air by Lita, who applied an ankle-lock submission hold. Trish tapped out immediately, but Lita wouldn't recognize the submission. Sable pulled back even harder when Trish tried to tap out, but Trish stayed conscious throughout her torture. After several minutes of holds, both women released their hold and stood back to decide their next move. Trish curled up into a fetal position, praying this match would soon end.

Sable then called her slave, Kimberly, who was still sitting at ringside, into the ring. She ordered her to put Trish in a figure four leg-lock. Moments later, Trish was slapping the mat again from the pain her legs were in, courtesy of Kimberly. But soon her pain was increased as Sable sat at Trish's head and wrapped her legs around Trish's throat in a leg-lock chokehold. With one of Sable's legs around her neck and the other under her arm until it locked with the other, Trish was unable to defend herself or even make an attempt to escape. Lita stood to the side of Trish, eyeing her naked breasts. Seconds later, the third phase of pain induced as Lita began stomping Trish's breasts. It only took a few moments, fortunately for Trish, for her to pass out from the pain her body was enduring. Once she was out, Kimberly was ordered out of the ring. Sable crawled atop Trish's naked frame, sat her crotch over Trish's mouth, and posed at Lita slapped the mat three times.

Sable stood and had her arm raised as the winner. After which she turned and hugged the special referee. She then laughed as she noticed Lita's erect nipples under her referee bikini.

“Oh my,” Sable commented, “is that from the match, or just hugging me.”

“Both I guess.” Lita smiled.

Sable then reached down and felt Lita's wet mound and immediately ordered Kimberly back in to the ring and down on her knees, before Lita. She then told Kimberly to show “our” appreciation of such a fair match. Lita smiled as Sable guided Kimberly's head, and mouth to Lita's wet crotch as Lita lifted the strip of cloth to the side. Lita began to moan and sway from the affects of Kimberly's advances. Sable stood back and admired her slave pleasing another. Moments later, when Lita reached orgasm, Kimberly sat back and wiped her mouth.

“How was that?” Sable asked.

“Good.” Lita answered, “but I'd sure like another.”

“Help yourself.” Sable answered as she motioned towards Kimberly. Lita pushed Kimberly to the mat with her foot, sat down on her face and began a crotch grind over Sable's slave.

Once again, the medics were called out to retrieve Trish from the ring and carry her to the back. As the credits rolled, Stephanie joined the champ in the ring and stood arm in arm as they watched Lita near her second orgasm.