She mumbled incoherently, the words 'not fair' consistently making their way through the mumbling as she reclined exhausted in her corner watching her opponents celebration. Finally, she pulled her golden g-string back up her never-ending legs and snugged it tight over her sopping crotch. Distraught and unaccustomed to being taken advantage of, tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly sniffed them away when Reese and Rose, embracing authors of her destruction, turned in her direction and gestured to Charlize smiling and laughing. Rose swiveled her hips seductively, her own copious juices streaming down her inner thighs. She pointed at her pussy and blew Charlize a kiss.

Charlize wiped the coating off her upper lip with one backhanded swipe and off her chin with the other hand, then nodded to Rose with a scowl to remind her the match wasn't over…although Charlize was wishing very much that it were! Sometime later, she could pick off the little punkettes one-by-one at her leisure, but right now, she wanted nothing more to do with them.

With the help of the ropes, she dragged herself up on unsteady feet, strapped on her top, for whatever the effort was worth. Then she called for a towel and asked how much rest time she had remaining; her mental faculties having returned, the physical and psychological still in doubt.

Three minutes?? What the hell? How could it be three minutes, already? Charlize dried her face and dabbed between the moisture from between her thighs, then handed the towel to some stooge who ran off with an excited look, no doubt to sell the precious cloth on e-bay.

The Golden Girl scanned the opposite corner where her conquerors were milling in triumph having been joined by Natalie and Elisha. Captain Shannen Doherty, remained on the ring apron, angrily yelling at her teammates to empty the ring; her eyes alternately focused on Rose and the trio propped up on the floor below their corner.

Kristin tended to a wobbly Lindsay and an unsteady Michelle, both of whom had made their feet, but were clearly worse for wear. Even if the midgets were down a couple, what did it matter? Charlize was drained and wasn't sure she could take on one little leprechaun, let alone two - and them being restocked, as needed, at that!!

"ONE MINUTE!" the public address blared.

Charlize slammed her fist on the top turnbuckle and muttered, "SHIT!"

The Munchkins gathered in their corner, the celebrating foursome joining Shannen from one direction while Michelle, Lindsay, and Kristin approached from the floor. Michelle swore to the bosomy redhead and kewpie-doll cute brunette that she was going to get Shannen somehow. Lindsay nodded and Kristin shushed the blonde as they came into earshot.

"OK. Everyone shut the hell up!" Shannen barked, the seconds ticking down. "We got the job done, even though it was messy at times." Rose giggled. "I MEAN," Shannen continued, glaring at the snickering Rose. "Kristin and Michelle; you two are the reason people don't rate us on the same level as Miss High and Moist over there. You were both pathetic. No, beyond that! You're normally pathetic, but that was even worse." Michelle scowled at the upbraiding, her fiery eyes burning a hole through Shannen, her attempt to slap her intercepted by Lindsay. Kristin, after a momentary downward glance, also brought some steely determination to her exotic cat's eyes. "That's why I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourselves," Shannen continued. "Kristin, you'll be starting this fall with me. I'll show you how you finish off a wounded animal first-hand. Please pay attention, and if you can't help, at least stay out of my way!"

Shannen, in white, and Kristin, in a yellow version of the same bikini, slid their way through the ropes, their timing perfect. The crowd chanted along as Nicollette's raised fingers dwindled…"THREE. TWO. ONE."

SECOND FALL

Not surprisingly, the second fall started in direct contrast to the first. Charlize moved out from her corner gingerly, Shannen and Kristin with a spring in their step, Kristin especially looking more at home than she had facing down a fresh Charlize. Still, when the tie-up is offered, Charlize refused to shirk; reaching down for Kristin's tiny hands. However, when she did, Kristin didn't respond, instead the little brunette went low around the left side of Charlize's waist with Shannen doing likewise to her right. Together, their legs pumping, they pushed the still tender Theron slowly but surely backward, driving her back into her corner where the towering blonde hit hard, a grimace on her gorgeous features.

Each Munchkin took a wrist, Shannen calling the play and Kristin nodding her agreement. Showing some surprising coordination, they buggy whipped Charlize into the far corner; the Golden Girl pounding across the canvas, spinning, and rocketing hard with her back into the buckles. Right behind her came Kristin, skittering like a waterbug over the mat, then jumps and throws herself into Charlize's chest! The splash from the tiniest girl involved actually earning a grunt from Charlize as her body sags a bit lower. Kristin slipped off to the side just in time for Shannen to make her run - the raven-haired beauty propelling herself into a follow-up splash that crunched Charlize with a substantial impact.

"UNNNNGHHH!" Charlize slowly slid down the ropes onto her ass as Shannen peeled away with a grin. On the other side of the spectrum - and the ring - Kristin frowned. She was ready for another, but Charlize was no longer in position. Quickly, her mood and visage lightened as the exotic cutie raced forward and leaped on Charlize, her diminutive, slender legs spread. Charlize's eyes widened, but she couldn't react in time to escape Kristin's broncobuster.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Kristin, being lauded by her cohorts, clearly took great pleasure in slamming her crotch into the Oscar-winner's face which looked groggier with each sexy buck. The littlest Munchkin was suddenly the belle of the ball and everyone from Rose to Michelle cheering her on as the number grew.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Giddy with the feeling of control and being the center of attention on a team full of smAll-Stars, Kristin might have gone on for ten more, but a shout from behind stopped her. Shannen wanted her share and she wanted it now. Kristin dismounted with a look of disappointment and gave Charlize a boot to the gut that left her gagging.

"You're lucky I don't finish you off!" the brunette squeaked.

Looking at Charlize, it was debatable whether the blonde could have denied her. But Charlize had other problems, namely Shannen roaring at her from across the ring, ready to pogo atop her already red face! Shannen leapt into the air, ready to introduce Charlize to a 'real' broncobuster, but the blonde had at least one more trick up her non-existent sleeve. Charlize barely rolled out of the way, but barely was as good as easily - maybe better. Shannen, in complete disbelief AND in mid-air, had nowhere to go but into the turnbuckles and her thinly-covered sweetmeat smacking hard against the ringpost!

Not one to suffer in silence, Shannen wailed in agony as her pussy smashed against the cold steel, "AWWWWHHH GAAAAWD..."

Her hands reflexively moved between her thighs, but there was no relief from this collision. And as the pain coursed through every cell, Shannen trapped in a bonsai tree of woe, there wasn't even anyone for Shannen to blame. She had annihilated herself. The captain rolled softly from side to side, eyes clenched in misery. She was a pitiable sight, though a certain duo among the Munchkins hardly seemed too concerned as they watched Kristin picking up right where she'd left off; ignoring Shannen to nail the kneeling Charlize with a drop-kick that sent the blonde beauty sprawling.

"Who's yur Mommy?" Rose shouted, between laughs, then answering her own question. "That little piece of cheesecake is."

Full of herself and the situation, Kristin beamed. Tying her own abbreviated stems up with the long and lean wonders of Charlize, Kristin threw herself back as she cinched in a Figure-4 Leg Scissors. Though clearly uncomfortable, Charlize gritted through the pain as it became clear Kristin's short legs were no match for Charlize's weapons. Indeed, the difference in size and strength made Kristin's efforts more a painful nuisance than threat of submission.

Gathering her reserves, Charlize rolled onto her belly, reversing the hold and in an instant, Kristin was regretting overstepping her bounds! She howled, her leg feeling like it might snap from the power surging through the endless golden-skinned muscles. But luckily for Kristin, the ropes were within reach and she quickly grabbed them but Charlize wasn't interested in surrendering her hold and continued pouring in every ounce of her flagging energy.

"Make her stop," the Smallville star screamed. "Ropes! Ropes!"

Nicollette answered the call, but instead of admonishing Charlize she stepped up and drove her boot to the small of Charlize's back, unlocking the scissors very effectively. Kristin rolled away rubbing her leg and cursing. Where the hell was Shannen? The raven-haired vet was only now regaining her mobility, the throbbing pain from her cunt finally dropping to a level where it allowed even small, labored, movement; but still no help to her partner.

Charlize glared at Nicollette as she rose; the bitch would pay...but not now; now was the time for the kewpie doll. Charlize turned and found the limping Kristin approaching. She reached out and down to tie up, but Kristin easily dove between her legs and popped up behind her! Charlize turned around, but too slowly and the exotic brunette sent a side kick into Charlize's gut; a meaty SMACK echoing as the Golden Girl doubled over breathless.

Kristin moved forward, draping her arm over Charlize's neck and drove the blonde's head into the canvas with a DDT, the crowd rising to its collective feet in shock and anticipation. This was a different, aggressive, confident Kristin who appeared to be coming of age right before their eyes! Kristin dropped to the mat, heaved Charlize over on her back and fell across her to get the win!

ONE...TWO...THR...

Charlize long legs kicked out and her shoulder lifted just enough to break the count…to Kristin's chagrin. She struggled to haul the punch-drunk Charlize to her feet, but mid-way the load got easier as Shannen joined her and together, they easily hoisted Charlize up, then sent her for what was sure to be her final ride of the evening! The two tiny terrors lowered their shoulders to block Charlize off her feet, the trio crashing together in a resounding collision that staggered - but didn't drop - the towering blonde. In fact, it was Kristin and Shannen who staggered and Charlize used the opportunity to backpedal to the ropes, using their spring to slingshot herself forward, clotheslining the delicious dwarves to the mat in parallel heaps.

With her choice of Munchkins to munch, Charlize passed on the captain and hair-hauled the woozy Kristin to her feet, then spun and sent her - almost literally - flying into the ropes while Shannen rolled over and crawled away to her corner as her teammate left on her trip. But the 'Smallville' star, showing her supreme agility, gained control of her body and as she came off the ropes leaped into a crossbody block!

One problem; Charlize easily caught the acrobatic mighty mite in her arms and, after taking a step back to steady herself, with Kristin's limbs flailing, dropped the lithe brunette down across her bent knee, impaling her with an OTK backbreaker!. Her back bowed across Charlize's thigh, Kristin's eyes and teeth were clenching as the tall blonde pushed down on her neck and her groin with either hand. Kristin's world was suddenly upside-down!!

"Give it up, you little wannabe wrestler," Charlize shouted, every ounce of her energy going into her effort to snap the brunette's vertebrae. Kristin whimpered and shook her head, long dark locks brushing the canvas, knowing that if she could just hold on a few seconds the cavalry would ...

"AHHHHHH. I...I" Gritting her teeth, Charlize increased the arch of Kristin's spine, triceps straining to force out the final word in the brief time she had left while Shannen, having reached her corner, was sorting out a whole tree of limbs awaiting a tag and an opportunity. She chose Michelle - to the surprise of both she and the other Munchkins!

"Don't fuck up!" Shannen warned. "I'm handing her to you on a silver platter."

Kristin, of course, saw the situation far differently than Shannen thanks to Theron's taffy pull of her bronzed body. But when Charlize heard the slap of the tag and Shannen's imprecation, with a guttural curse, she threw Kristin off her knee, thinking to herself, 'Another thirty seconds and I'dve had the little bimbo saying anything I wanted her to say!'

Charlize had only risen halfway to her feet, wearily turning to meet the next wave of the seeming endless tide of Munchkin pulchritude when Michelle's bony shoulder slammed into her chest! Tackling her to the canvas, the eager to show off Michelle, settled down astraddle the shopworn Charlize's creamy midriff. Grabbing a handful of her sweat-slick flaxen locks, she yanked Charlize's flawless features upward as she drove her fist down onto her sculptured cheekbones. Charlize's head spun to the right, her chin digging into her chest as her noggin drifted back.

"Out with one goddam punch, fuck!" Michelle chided. "Talk about a fuckin' china chin!!"

Michelle and everyone in attendance knew it was so much more. Finally, inexorably, the undertow created by the little piranhas was pulling the big blonde down, sucking her in and taking her below. Michelle landed another right cross that caught Charlize flush, leaving her splayed on the mat, flat on her back. Michelle released her grip on the blonde's hair and her head dropped to the mat with a dull THONK! Michelle stood and smiled wickedly at the long, lean carcass of the film legend, then glanced to her right where she found Kristin resting on one hip, grimacing as she massaged her lower back.

"Take your time. I've got this!" Turning back to Charlize, Michelle grabbed the Oscar winner's long, glorious stems by the ankles and lifted them straight up in the air, then slooooowly spread them an arms-span wide. Charlize's face, whether in stubborn defiance or because she was still too dazed from Michelle's punches or perhaps simply unable to muster the energy, showed no fear. On one side, there was no pleading but on the other, there was no mercy! Michelle dropped her knee down, driving it into the blondes shimmering golden, g-string clad, oh-so-undefended crotch!! CRAAACK!

"UNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!" Charlize's upper torso jerked upright in a reflex to the impact and she remained sitting up as Michelle ground her knee on the warm, moist 'camel toe' between her thighs. 'Just pin me, please,' Charlize thought, though she refused to let an expression of that escape her pursed lips - though her expression spoke volumes as the delighted Michelle slapped away her remaining defenses as the pocket-dynamo blonde pushed Charlize back down onto her back.

And although Michelle hardly needed any assistance, help was on the way! Kristin had made it to the Munchkin corner and, faced with an embarrassment of riches, reached for Rose's extended hand but Shannen pulled it back, instead thrusting Lindsay's hand into the tag as the bosomy pop culture princess reacted with visible astonishment and the none-too-happy Rose was livid - and immediately got in a shoving match with Shannen!!

"You had your fun last time!" Shannen shouted. "She hasn't even been in yet; we need to see what we got in her."

Rose glared at Shannen. She had a point; but she didn't have to like it. Michelle reacted with glee since she and Lindsay had formed a bond of friendship and this would be a wonderful way to cement it - having fun with Charlize's sweet body that would make Rose and Reese's seem like the Mickey Mouse Club by comparison. Michelle got up, keeping a tight grip on one ankle with her left hand as she hugged Lindsay's waist with her right.

"Wishbone?" Michelle asked with a sinister gleam in her twinkling eyes.

Lindsay giggled. "With those legs? How can we NOT?" said the busty teen beauty as she grabbed the other ankle.

Looking up at the deviltry in each playful set of eyes, Charlize could contain herself no longer, wildly waving off what she knew the duo had in mind. If her logic had made it fully through the pounding her body and mind had taken, Charlize should have known how fruitless her protestations were as Lindsay and Michelle fell back away from each other, each bringing one of her long, lovely legs with them.

"NAAAHHHH….ooooooooooo………." Charlize howled.

Again, Charlize's long, lean body snapped back upright to a sitting position, her gorgeous face twisted in agony, her hands cupping her groin on either side of her golden g-string which at this point had almost disappeared between her labia as they were stretched wide apart as the 'pain twins' stretched her close to the snapping point. But the giggling twosome weren't even close to finished; snapping Charlize's glorious gams wide open was just the beginning! Now, instead of spreading her legs open like a book, Michelle and Lindsay yanked them on another excruciating axis, this time folding them upward to her head, moving past the splits.

The Golden Girl wailed enthusiastically as the little devils went about their work with cruel gusto, pulling her legs to astonishing limits before releasing them; the diminutive duo ready to move on to newer, better forms of torture. Charlize, eyes welling to overflowing with tears, slowly, painfully, lowered her legs back to the mat from the brink as the two devilcats circled like hungry predators; Michelle biting her lip, whispering to Lindsay who smiled and then nodded in assent.

Spinning, Lindsay knocked Charlize back flat with a snap-kick, then lowered herself into a sexy straddle of her waist while Michelle moved around above Charlize, then dropped to her knees at Charlize's head. Both women smiled sweetly and shook their impressive assets, Lindsay's covered by scant inches of green; Michelle's slightly smaller melons by skin-tight silver. Slowly, suggestively, they reached up to the other and sensuously, erotically removed the other's top, spilling a veritable mountain of flesh into the cool air.

Looking up, Charlize's eyes widened in unabashed awe. Either pair would have been sufficient at this point, especially two the size of Lindsay's ripe melons, but four? It felt like an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord when you're already stuffed. Charlize began to buck and thrash but Lindsay held her torso pinned with her body weight while Michelle wrested control of Charlize's arms. With a sensual softness, Michelle bent forward, plunging Charlize into darkness; covering her eyes and nose with her warm, moist, supple breast flesh. It might have been sexually stimulating, perhaps even soothing - but for the fact that the panicking Charlize knew Lindsay's pair of 'jugg-r-nauts' was plunging toward her mouth and nostrils. As Lindsay's mammoth mounds delicately grazed her chin, Charlize gasped, her heart racing like a rabbit's….Lindsay arching forward, moved from a straddle to full-length, body-on-body, as she gently swung her pendulous breasts up and plopped them down, sealing not only Charlize's mouth and nose - but her doom as well!

The crowd was on its feet, silent, enraptured by the sight of a pair of topless young lionesses finishing off the leader of the pack! Michelle and Lindsay's bosoms flowed together as their supple flesh merging near the tip of the Golden Girl's nose; killing her softly. Lindsay moaned, enjoying the soft suckle on her sensitive breasts of Charlize's frantic, labored, attempts to breathe; Michelle's blinding orbs taking their pleasure from Charlize's rapidly fluttering eyelashes.

Michelle met Lindsay's gaze and they shared a perfect moment. All that was needed now was Nicollette Sheridan to pronounce the match 'over.' But even as Michelle motioned her over, Nicollette tarried, hovering in the Munchkin corner where, next to her, Shannen was screaming at Michelle, demanding she tag her in. Michelle stared at her in disbelief, but Lindsay, wanting to continue the fence-mending Shannen had begun, peeled her tits off Charlize's sweat-slick cheeks. The Golden Girl sputtered and wheezed, gulping in mouthfuls of badly needed air.

"What the HELL are you doing?" Michelle tried not to be too fierce questioning Lindsay's sanity, but it wasn't easy. "Don't give your place to HER! She sure as hell wouldn't for you!" But Lindsay was already on her feet, her firm freckled breasts bouncing as she popped up and turned toward Shannen. "Lindsay…please!" Michelle implored. "Finish this; we can all make nice afterward…if you want."

The teen shrugged apologetically, as she backed to the corner, "It's OK. It's worth it to get this off my mind."

Lindsay spun and tagged the outstretched hand of an obviously pleased Shannen.

"Good choice, kid," she hissed as she stepped between the ropes. "I appreciate it." As Lindsay bent to exit through the ropes, Shannen offered her hand for a shake and Lindsay accepted. Unfortunately for the youngster, Shannen didn't let go, instead pulling the off-balance Lindsay toward her, then splitting her legs with a quick punt to the privates! Moving like a cougar, Shannen wrapped her arm around Lindsay's neck, then planted her face-first with a DDT; sticking the redhead like a lawn dart. Then the raven-haired beauty skipped to her feet, a wide grin blossoming on her cherubic cheeks.

"You stupid little no-talent cunt!" Shannen hissed as she pulled the dazed and glassy-eyed Lindsay to her feet and shoved her back up against the turnbuckle to steady her. "You'll never survive in this game." Shannen said, curling her fingers in claws. "Better I show you the door today!" She dug her fingers into Lindsay's naked, tempting teats, digging deep in the soft flesh as Lindsay shrieked in anguish; her eyes squinting shut; her hands slapping weakly at Shannen's. But Shannen's meat hooks were in too far and not one of the Munchkins even seemed to care.

"HELP!! Get her off!" Lindsay sobbed through tear-filled eyes.

But a blind eye was turned in her corner. Apparently, the verdict was in; she was getting what she deserved. Shannen was now mashing, squeezing, and scratching with gusto. But then a late precinct in the vote to save Lindsay was heard from. Michelle who, already up on her feet and ready for some revenge of her own, grabbed Shannen's shoulder from behind to whirl her around and 'discuss' her bad behavior.

Unfortunately, the crafty vet was ready for the riled, elfin blonde and the instant she felt the hand on her shoulder, Shannen send a mule kick snapping out behind her; one that hit the bulls-eye when her heel cracked flush on Michelle's pussy.

"UHHHNNNGGH." Michelle's body folded like a flower, closing for the night around the impact point, her hazel eyes wide and bugged out, her lips forming a tight, silent 'o' of surprise. She remained upright through sheer force of will, but she was an oddly sculpted statue, unable to speak or move.

Shannen grabbed Lindsay's cheeks and pinched them with her thumb and forefinger as she measured her for her cocked right hand. "Looks like Tweedle-dumber couldn't help," Shannen said, her nose inches from Lindsay's. Then moving back a step, she sent a roundhouse right crashing to the side of Lindsay's jaw, spinning the well-endowed redhead clear around before she slumped back into the ropes, her blue eyes crossed and her head drooping.

Then, while Charlize slowly gurgled back to life a few feet away, Shannen turned and grabbed a frozen Michelle, raising her head with a finger under the chin until Michelle's wide, fluttering eyes met Shannen's narrow, unblinking gaze. "You thought you were DONE paying for handing me over to Paris? That debt's NEVER gonna be paid...NEVER." Shannen reached to the back of Michelle's head, grabbing a handful of golden locks and hissed, "Since I brought you two together once, why don't I do it AGAIN?" With a half-snarl, half-smirk, she pulled Michelle forward, the fear growing in the blonde's eyes as she neared her intended target. Her hands still between her legs, there was little Michelle could do but try to shake her head 'no' in an attempt to avoid the inevitable! But it was no use, Shannen was in control and softly, almost lovingly, she forced Michelle's face down into the cavernous cleavage of the semi-conscious Lindsay.

"Pleasmmmmppphh." With her mouth and nose wedged in Lindsay's 'bad boys', the soft, salty flesh of her friend suffocating her, Michelle found the will to remove her hands from between her thighs, instead pushing at Lindsay's chest to pry open some breathing space. It worked - for a moment - Michelle gulping in a deep breath; her lipstick smeared; her apple cheeks and elfin nose shiny with dew from Lindsay's ripe young melons.

But, sadly, Shannen wasn't taking 'no' for an answer! She stepped behind the slumping Michelle, sandwiching her up against Lindsay's body as she powered her face back down into Lindsay's bounteous cleavage using the ropes on either side of Michelle and Lindsay to keep them pinned together to the end. Michelle's features were quickly reburied in Lindsay's succulent quicksand up to her eyes; the hazel pools darting frantically as Lindsay moaned and groaned back to life - aided in no small measure by the stimulation of the blonde's suckling. But Lindsay's return was nowhere near as quick as Michelle's fade!

Already sapped from a long night, Lindsay's weapons did their worst on Michelle whose eyelids quickly fluttered as her arms dropping to her sides. When her head stopped resisting and slumped forward, her forehead resting against the top of Lindsay's chest, Shannen knew the bitch was toast. With a beaming grin, she let them slide down to the mat; their bodies both jellied and jelled in a wondrous mix of tangled gleaming arms, legs and softly rolling bare breasts. Her job done - and with Lindsay officially tagged back into the match - Shannen took her place with the other Munchkins who were too stunned to do anything but stare at Shannen and the two women she'd left in the ring a steaming pile of pulchritude.

"B…but w…what ah...about..." Kristin stammered.

"Charlize?" Shannen interrupted. She shrugged, "Don't ask me. THEY'RE in the ring with her!"

Oh yes! Speaking of which….our "Golden Girl" Charlize was up on one knee, staring up at Nicollette for a clue. Was the match still on? She saw Lindsay and Michelle on the canvas and wondered, 'What the hell happened to those two?' She'd been in many weird situations in the ring and knew better than to not ask too many questions, so when Sheridan indicated with an impatient flip of her hand the match was still on, Charlize pulled herself to her feet by the ropes, then staggered toward the two downed little ladies.

She first pulled Michelle up and propped her against the ropes, then Lindsay, but she didn't let go of Lindsay, instead whipping her into the far corner where her back SMACKED the turnbuckle; her bulging assets slowly bouncing and jiggling until they came to rest on her heaving chest while Charlize turned her back and collected her blonde. Then she sent Michelle on the same trip, at the termination of which she was reunited with Lindsay with a loud GRUNT! Michelle boobs-first into Lindsay, staggered back two steps, then her eyes rolled back and she slowly corkscrewed to the canvas, ending spread-eagled on her back!

For a moment, Lindsay swayed drunkenly in the corner, her trembling fingers fumbling for the ropes, then she followed Michelle, diving face-first into the tight 'v' of Michelle's crotch. The blonde's body bucked in a spasm of unconscious reaction to the pain, then slumped back down, her head bouncing on the mat, then laying still with Lindsay's face still buried between her thighs.

With an aching moan, Charlize bent and used a handful of hair to pull her belated Christmas presents back to their feet, first Lindsay, who she quickly planted back on the mat with a resounding choke slam; followed by Michelle who was still in no position to do anything but go along for the ride as another choke slam brought her night to an abrupt, body-shattering conclusion!

Charlize used her foot to nudge the two bodies next to each other, both on their back, arms out over their heads, then grunted as she slowly got to her knees and laid her body across theirs in a cross-body pin; her left arm draped over the four breasts that had put her into a premature slumber.

Elisha and Kristin both bent to climb through the ropes to save their teammates and break things up, but Shannen grabbed the back of their bikini bottoms and scolded them as she pulled them back; shaking her finger in their faces, demanding they hold their ground lest they be disqualified as Nicollette rolled into place and made the obligatory three slaps of the mat.

"ONE...TWO...THREE!" Neither Lindsay nor Michelle made any effort to escape.

"YOUR WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL," the PA blared, "CHARLIZE THERON!!"

The towering blonde rolled off and got to her knees, then pushed herself up to her feet, her face a mask of hatred as she glared angrily at the women in the Munchkin corner. It was apparent they were leaving the duo at her feet to her whim, but she too drained to worry about these losers although she did reach down and dragged Michelle up and over Lindsay's body, laying her on her back as she draped her in an 'X'; blonde over redhead. Then she placed a foot on Michelle's glistening tummy and posed, her arms raised in triumph.

"TEN MINUTES. TENNNN MINUTES!!"

The third fall was coming waaay too soon for the exhausted Charlize. She backpedaled to her corner and dropped on her ass in a heap, her chest heaving as she inhaled long, heavy breaths. But she kept both wary eyes on Shannen as she entered the ring with a microphone.

"I'd like to congratulate Charlize for winning this fall. It was quite a spectacular feat!" she sneered as she kicked Lindsay in the ribs, drawing a moan from the near-naked redhead. "Ten minutes may not seem like a long time, but I know you out there expect to be entertained while you're waiting for the third - and final - fall. Since these two stupid bitches aren't going to see the third heat, they oughta at least treat you to an interesting intermission show… LADIES!!"

From the back, Avril Lavigne rocketed through the curtain and sprinted down the aisle wearing a black baby tank top and baggy pants with a tartan belt and red fingerless gloves with black strands woven into her dirty blonde locks. Right behind her bounced tiny, top-heavy, Thora Birch! The pale, raven-haired beauty prowled to the mat in a black satin bustier, black satin panties and black thigh-hi's, her china doll features belying her nasty reputation!

Shannen welcomed both into the ring, "Ladies, have some fun!" Then Shannen turned to her former teammates who were still laid out on the mat and added with a smirk, "Oh, and don't blame them; it's just business…though they seem more than happy to do it!"

Michelle and Lindsay could barely move, but they'd heard enough to turn to see who (and what) Shannen had in store for them. Their legs pushed weakly against the canvas, futilely seeking escape; but within seconds the mercenaries were upon them! Avril threw down a barrage of jealous Chuck Taylor's into Lindsay's lush body, taking special care to leave her tread marks all over Lindsay's heavenly hillocks.

While Lavigne fell upon Lindsay with a fury, Thora's ivory body slithered atop Michelle, her magnificent rack enveloping Michelle's face and poor Michelle, well once again she was getting force fed more breast meat than she could handle! Still far from recovered from the overwhelming by Lindsay's warm, slick breasts, Michelle was easy pickings for Thora's cool, clammy, but just as deadly fleshy mountains! After a few moments of weak thrashing, the blonde went out cold and was shortly followed by Lindsay - brutally beaten senseless by Avril's barrage of fists as the cruel Canadian cat straddled her waist, pinning her arms under her knees and bludgeoning away unimpeded.

Peeling her breasts off the sleeping Michelle, Thora rose and moved to a kneeling straddle of her head; she wanted Michelle not only thoroughly destroyed but humiliated to boot! But Shannen had paid for more and she was going to get her money's worth though, truth be told, Thora would likely have done what was asked - and more -for free! Her rep could only grow! Whisking her black panties down to her knees, Thora pulled Michelle's head up by a handful of moist matted blond locks and cradled her noggin inside the satin, then lowered her full-furred pussy down on Michelle's drowsy features and began a long grinding; her delving, hard-driving strokes, skidding across the blondes full, pouty, lips and cute elfin nose. After only a few heavy thrusts of her hips, Thora's breathing became labored. A few more and her blonde scratching post brought breathy chirps, a bitten lower lip, and her pale green eyes rolling white.

Across from her, Avril had slipped off her baggy black denim and was riding Lindsay like a bucking bronco, violently bouncing on Lindsay's face and deriving just about as much sexual pleasure from her domination of a pretty, talentless bimbo as the contact between her sex and Lindsay's face allowed - and maybe a bit more besides!.

As both aggressors approached their moment of orgasmic satisfaction; Avril loud and lewd, Thora discreetly dominating, Thora came first, stifling as best she could - a shout of joy as she exploded over Michelle's ruddy face, coating the cutie with a sticky sweet glaze. Smiling down, Thora pried open Michelle's lips and dribbled the last spurts of her juice in. THIS was her art - Michelle was nothing more than her canvas! Avril screamed as she soared to her own climax; oddly falling silent just at the peak; her face twisted in a knot as she held onto the feeling until she could cling to it no longer, then leaving 'the icing' on the cake that was Lindsay's face and chest.

Both mercenaries fell exhausted off their prey, onto their backs, legs spread, arms over their flushed faces, each gloriously satisfied. Finally able to sit up, situating their lower wardrobe back in place, Thora and Avril kicked their assigned targets to the edge of the ring, then shoved the well-lubricated Michelle and Lindsay's bodies out under the bottom rope with a final thrust of their legs! THUD! THUMP! The crashed to the cement floor and lay in two, nubile heaps of womanflesh.

Thora and Avril looked at Shannen with raised eyebrows and she gave them a nod. Their job was done, as was the night - and perhaps careers - of Lindsay and Michelle; at least as members of the Munchkins. Shannen couldn't imagine them being allowed to stay on after THIS debacle.

As Thora and Avril slipped out of the ring and down the steps, collected their unconscious cargo and dragged them out of the arena to God only knows what fate, Shannen again raised the microphone to her lips. "NOW, THAT'S A FUCKIN' REVENGE!" she shouted, followed by uproarious laughter.

But with Shannen doubled over in mirth and still more than a minute to go before the third and final fall, Charlize suddenly barreled out of her corner and clotheslined Shannen, sending her ass over tea kettle! The mic pinwheeling through the air and landing (still turned on) by her side. THONK! (skweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel)

Dazed, Shannen lay on her back staring blankly up at Charlize; shocked; stunned! Charlize bent and picked up the microphone, raised it to her lips and pronounced, "You forget Miss TV has-been...THIS IS MY SHOW; NOT YOURS!"