Encircling her around the waist, Charlize pulled Shannen to her tip-toe - and beyond - squeezing her close with a crushing bearhug. The slick, tawny skin of the blonde and the pale of her foe meld as Charlize's arms flexed, wringing a guttural groan from Shannen. Doherty's raven tresses fall down her back as her head swung away from Charlize's grip, Doherty's back arching painfully.

A snap of power from the tall blonde brings Shannen back to her, a pained squeak emanating from Doherty's lips as her head lolls against Theron's shoulder. Shannen meekly tries to pry her arms inside those of Charlize and surprisingly she manages to do it. But quickly, it becomes obvious that Charlize allowed the effort to succeed, as she clamped down around the limbs trapping them at Shannen's side, Doherty without the strength necessary to use them to free herself.

The Munchkin team, save Michelle and Lindsay, who continued to nap on the floor in a forlorn pile, looked on in various states of concern, but did nothing. Taking their cue from Rose, who watched with a smirk and a grip of ropes, they hold fast, as only the referee, Nicollette Sheridan, tried to pull Shannen loose.

With over 20 seconds left before the start of the final fall, a final fall they wouldn't have needed if not for Doherty, Rose simply enjoyed the view. She watched with her mates as Charlize forced Shannen into wheezing gasps for help, Theron's vise grip around Doherty's belly making it difficult to breathe, not to mention the chiropractic bill she was piling up.

Charlize tightened her grip further and swung Shannen's loosening form from side to side, Doherty's head flopping from one side to the other, the pale mastermind being mastered with ease.

Rose, a long-time vet, saw the look in Shannen's eyes and knew she couldn't take much more. She readied herself as the intermission count concluded...3...2......and jumped through the ropes.

DING! DING! DING!

After failing to pry Charlize's hug open, Rose set to cracking the shell and, with Nicollette's help, the pounding to Theron's arms, back and kidneys opened her up, Shannen crumpling in a ragdoll heap at Charlize's feet. Rose landed an uppercut that staggered the drooping Golden Girl, Charlize dropping to one knee, Rose joining in Nicollette's efforts to shuffle Shannen off to Buffalo.

It wasn't easy. Shannen's body was like gelatin. With such a disparity in size, the bearhug was particularly effective and Charlize's was stronger than most, even for women of her size. Doherty might be done for the night, and the chipping away of the Munchkins continued thought Rose. This match should end now!

Rose turned to begin that end, but walked right into Charlize's outstretched arms, which quickly snapped shut around Rose's alabaster belly and back, Rose grunting as she, in turn, was lifted off the mat into the towering blonde's less than loving embrace.

"Fuck!" Rose spat through clenched teeth, Charlize's grip now threatening to break her in two, Rose feeling the tiniest bit of sympathy for Shannen and her condition. Rose's upper body dropped away from Charlize's head, Rose's back falling in an excruciating arc. Though agonizing, it did give her enough room to land some weakened blows that were nonetheless taking some starch from the weary Charlize.

Deciding a change was necessary, Theron dropped to one knee, depositing Rose, and more specifically, her crotch, onto her extended fibula. Rose was known for her ability to absorb pain, but this was something special, Charlize more than just dropping, but driving her sweetmeat into the bone. Rose's face, if it could grow paler, did. Her dark eyes bulged as her ruby lips formed a wide 'O' a soft squeak prefixing a fade to the right. Charlize put an open hand on Rose's face and pushed her the rest of the way to the mat, Rose falling with a thud on her shoulder, her fingers delving beneath the black bikini bottom that covered her throbbing pussy.

"Did you like that?" Charlize hissed. "Because I'm going to pound that cunt into pate."

The flaxen-haired stunner picked Rose up by the arm, yanking one of her hands free of its massage, Rose still stooped in pain and for protection. With power and a certain violent grace, Charlize pulled Rose's head between her thighs, wrapped her tummy in an embrace, and yanked her heels over head in front of her, Rose's head twisting in a useless plea. Down the raven-haired beauty came, again across an extended knee, this time her left shoulderblade cracking across Theron's upper leg.

Rose flipped like a fish out of water, cradling her left arm and squealing. If the joint hadn't been dislocated it sure felt like it.

"You bitch!" Rose shrieked, tears welling involuntarily as Charlize moved on all fours to a straddle, her crotch hovering menacingly just above Rose's face, the sweaty woman-scent of her moist inner reaches potent in Rose's nostrils.

She looked down at Rose, Rose desperately trying to remain calm, but failing, the sopping, golden covering tickling the tip of her nose.

"If it's good enough for me!" Charlize said. "It's too good for a warped little half-pint like you, but guess what, I'm going to let you have a taste anyway."

With that, Charlize lowered into a front facesit, Rose slapping weakly at the powerful thighs that framed her head on either side, Rose's mouth and nose going under the water line, her eyes darting in desperation, but finding only more and more of Charlize. Despite herself, the blonde began to sweep her hips forward and back over Rose's features dragging her tingling undercarriage across chin, lips, nose and eyes, even as she screamed for a count.

Without Shannen to guide her, a confused Nicollette swept in next to the pair and started her count, "ONE...TWO...THR..."

With a half-count to spare, Elisha Cuthbert, clad in a red g-string, and following Sheridan back to the pinning combination, broke it up with a drop-kick to the neck of Charlize that had more than enough to send her tumbling off over the top of Rose's greasy features, Rose 's eyes blinking wide, her prayers answered.

Elisha helped Charlize up from hands and knees, the smaller blonde pushing Charlize back into the ropes before flinging her across the ring. Elisha followed to the middle of the squared circle, cutting Theron's time to manufacture a response, but it just didn't matter, Charlize with enough resolve to bury a shoulder into the Canadian cutie's mush. Elisha whiplashed to the mat, her back slamming the canvas with an echoing THWAP! .

Doubled over and sucking air, Charlize surveyed. The tough little newcomer was already on her way up. Decision made. Grabbing Elisha, Charlize turned the tables, tossing her to the farthest strands, but Theron's latest dance partner could offer no counter. She scooped up an out-of-control Elisha and in a destructive, yet deft move, added Elisha's momentum to her own considerable strength.

WHHHAAAM!!! The canvas shook with the impact, the little blonde's body bouncing off the mat, then coming to rest, her limbs spread-eagled. Charlize slid in for the cover, Nicollette taking her time, bureaucratically checking Elisha's shoulders before starting the count.

"ONE...TWO..." somehow Elisha got a shoulder up, more out of instinct than any idea of her surroundings.

Charlize growled, slapping the canvas, muttering, "The little bitches are like cockroaches!"

Rising to her feet, Theron pulled a groggy Elisha up with her. She assessed the wreckage that had been Rose McGowan. No help this time. It was her and this little blonde girl in her grasp. With her free hand, Charlize drug her thumb across her throat.

The crowd rose to its feet. She was going to do the impossible. Charlize, the conqueror. Charlize, the queen of all Munchkins she surveyed. But as she savored her moment, the roar of the crowd buoying her worn body and mind, a pair of diminutive hands flashed to her face, raking her eyes. La cucaracha strumming on the old guitar.

But that wasn't all, as Charlize released her grip and wandered blindly in a small circle, Elisha showed even more pluck, the perky Elisha burying a boot to Charlize's gut that doubled her over, then dropping the tall blonde with a spinning neckbreaker that left both women on the mat staring at the ceiling.

Elisha climbed to all fours and draped herself across Charlize's heaving bosom.

"ONE...TWO...THR..." Nicollette again counted, only to stop when Theron forced a shoulder up in the nick of time!

Elisha sighing in disappointment. Still, she had nearly gotten the three-count from just a couple moves. Charlize was clearly worn to a nub. Thinking of team first, a rarity indeed, the rookie pushed to her feet and staggered back to her corner, Natalie Portman's hand outstretching all others for the tag. The brunette baby doll in baby blue hopped through the ropes and helped Rose to her feet, the duo proceeding on to Charlize, the glistening blonde's third, or was it fourth wind apparently having blown away. Victory, so close with Elisha moments ago, was now miles away and fading over the horizon as she stared blankly up at the fresh face of Natalie and the perturbed, greasy visage of Rose.

Theron's lion heart sank with despair and she gulped as Natalie and Rose each grabbed a wrist and jerked her to her feet. Charlize - even slumped over - towering over both women who, working in concert, pushed Charlize back to a neutral corner and, after a couple of breathy heaves, laid her body across the top angle of the ropes as if on an altar. The two then turned their backs to their victim, lowered beneath her and elevated, collecting Charlize across both sets of shoulders in a tandem Torture Rack. The South African, too big for either on their own, now curled across both Natalie and Rose, the pair of dark-haired beauties parading around the ring with their cargo. Charlize groaned in agony as the walkabout continued, her spine bent and buffeted, Rose and Natalie occasionally hopping, as best they could, sending more shockwaves through Charlize's broken body.

But surrender to the likes of Natalie Portman? She could NOT do that! So, she suffered gamely on, refusing Nicollette's offer to accept her surrender until the pain made her deaf to the words. Feeling Charlize's body slacken, Natalie and Rose drop her to the mat and follow her there with dual elbow drops, Natalie's slamming into Charlize's groin; Rose pounding her tits flat! The big blonde's body bucked and spasmed, then lay still as Natalie moved for the pin.

But Rose caught her, "No, no, NO! She deserves to be finished off in style. Make the tag!"

"You've got to be..." SLAAAP!! The sound echoed as Natalie's head spun from Rose's cuffing blow!

"TAG!" screamed Rose. The dismayed Natalie rolled to her feet and backed to the corner, forced there by a blistering staredown from Rose. Still, when Reese reached to tag her, Natalie disregarded the effort and slapped Kristin Kreuk on the shoulder. Startled but eager, the wiry little Canadian cutie dashed through the ropes with a beaming smile. Rose, on the other hand, was less pleased, and she showed it with a boot to Charlize's sex that brought Theron around in horrific fashion.

"Damn it. Get over here!" Rose demanded, as she rolled Charlize to her belly. "The least you can do is make yourself useful."

Kristin responded like a wide-eyed kitten ready to play. Following Rose's direction, the two sat back to back atop Charlize, Kristin pointed toward her feet, Rose forward. Slowly, they each took their end of Charlize's wilting form and applied a devastating simultaneous Boston Crab and Camel Clutch, turning the Golden Girl's spine into her first initial. Almost immediately, the ingenious torture was nearly overwhelming, but as Kristin drew the tips of Theron's toes over her waistline and Rose jerked her head back with added emphasis, pulling with all of their combined might.

Charlize felt the fight go out of her like turning off a switch; she could take no more! "Mmmmpphhhh," she grunted between lips sealed by Rose's cupped hands under her chin. Nothing! The two women continued in their attempt to snap her in two. Her surrender was now offered in a staccato tap on Rose's calf. And this time Nicollette recognized it…and ignored it! Rose, feeling the patting, loosened her grip enough for Charlize to plead her case in fits and starts.

"You win...AHHHHH...you fucking winnnnnnnAAHHHHH. STAAAHHHP. PLEEEASE."

Still, Sheridan ignored her cries. But Rose didn't, releasing her grip on Charlize and telling Kristin to do likewise. Rose, staying to tend to Charlize, sent little Kristin back over to Shannen.

"She says you better let this end," Kristin told her. "And she says if Nicollette is waiting for you to get in for some cheap moment of glory, you can forget it!" Kristin paused for a moment, then added, "That's not exactly the way she put it, but you get the picture."

Kristin offered her hand to Reese who slapped herself into the match, stepping into the ring then turning to face Shannen. "You DO get the picture now, don't you Shannen?" Reese asked, her eyes narrowing. "Rose and I will finish things off - AGAIN. We'll give you some credit in the post-match, but Charlize is ours. We'll end her and Nicollette will do as she's told!"

Doherty sneered at the blonde, the only Munchkin to have ever had a blockbuster hit on the silver screen - now she was getting this as well! The fact that it was with Rose only made matters worse! Yet there seemed little left so Shannen nodded unhappily to Sheridan who nodded back to her.

"OK bitch. Go do it!" Shannen hissed, resigned to her fate on the sidelines.

Rose already lying next to a weakly stirring Charlize, accepted a tousle of her hair from the newly arrived Reese, who dropped next to the other side of Charlize's expended shell From either side, Reese and Rose slid their legs under Theron's body, Reese encircling her waist in a crushing scissors, Rose swallowing the Golden Girl's head in a similar version top side, Charlize offering mild resistance in the form of a bit of thrashing, her hands pushing weakly at Rose's flexing thighs. The blonde scissors connoisseur and the raven-haired temptress quickly have Charlize on the verge of unconsciousness, her arms flaccid at her side.

"Do you want to have fun with her again," Rose asked. "Or shall we just call it a day?"

Before Reese could answer, Avril Lavigne and Thora Birch, who had been watching from ringside after forcing the 'resignations' of Lindsay Lohan and Michelle Williams at the end of the previous fall, tore into Reese from behind, landing stomp after stomp to her head and back. As Reese absorbed the pounding, her eyes quickly becoming glassy, her legs loosening as she fell onto her back.

Rose, in shock, turned to the Munchkin corner, "SHANNEN…" The name was all she could get out before her blushing countenance was smashed with boot after boot from Natalie and Elisha who had darted out of the Munchkin corner as Nicollette turning a blind eye to all of the mayhem.

Thora and Avril peeled the shell-shocked Reese off of Charlize's limp body while Elisha and Natalie did the same to Rose. Kristin looked on in shock from the corner with Shannen who was wearing an ever-widening grin as Thora and Avril pulled a wavering Reese to her feet. The stunned blonde was in disbelief at how suddenly the tables had turned. Next to her, Natalie and Elisha yanked Rose to her toes, Portman taking the opportunity to throw an elbow to her jaw to loosen up Rose further AND get a little payback for her slap.

Simultaneously, Thora and Avril toss Reese to the far ropes and, likewise, Natalie and Elisha do the same with Rose, Reese and Rose ultimately having identical back body drops befall them, both women gaining incredible height before slamming hard against the canvas. Reese reached in anguish to her lower back. Rose lay still, the air expunged from her lungs.

Kicking Charlize to one side of the ring, the fearsome foursome grabbed Reese and Rose and hauled them to opposite corners. With a grasp of each wrist, they buggy whip the duo to the center of the squared circle where they collide, knocking noggins violently, their heads whip-lashing back on impact. The two stumble back in the direction they came only to meet double DDTs, Thora and Avril doing the honors with Reese and Elisha and Natalie taking out the sleek, alabaster Rose.

The foursome turned their heads to Shannen who gave them a dismissive wave. Again, Rose and Reese were brought to their feet roughly and pushed back to the nearest set of cables. There they were unceremoniously dumped from the ring like yesterday's garbage, Reese and Rose tossed over the ropes and to the curb. Unfortunately for Lindsay, Michelle and a troubled Kristin, who was tending to her friends, Lohan and Williams only now waking from their sticky slumber, they already occupied that curb, and the newly devastated duo joined the previous along with their nurse in a jumble of five tiny, delicious bodies. Some moaning and groaning, others, not that well off.

Back in the ring, Shannen, stunning in her white g-string, entered like a conquering heroine, hoots and hollers both praising and chiding her. While she took a bow, Thora, Avril, Elisha and Natalie picked up Charlize, each taking a limb and carrying her spread-eagled to the center of the mat where they slammed their sacrifice down with concussive force.

As the four wildcats stripped Charlize's unresisting body of her golden bikini, Shannen took a victory lap around the beleaguered and beaten Theron before she kneeled and raised her right hand, curling the digits into a claw. The crowd, knowing what was coming, erupted as they rose to their feet. They knew as did everyone watching at homes and bars around the world, what this signal meant….well, everyone except Charlize who was still stunned. But she still slowly shook her head weakly, her body like that of a marionette with the strings cut.

Shannen looked upon her with blazing eyes, flaring nostrils, and a sinister grin. "I love it when a plan comes together! Brains over brawn every time, Charlize, m'love! Brains over brawn every fuckin' time!!" With that, she plunged in her trademark crotch claw; strong fingers digging into Charlize's mound as the blonde was resuscitated by the shocking pain, sitting up and frantically pawing and grabbing at Shannen's wrist. But the pintsize captain only leaned into her effort, pushing with her short, strong legs as she wiggled a couple fingers into Charlize with her free hand and began to work to weaken the Golden Girl's stubborn resolve.

Shannen was in ecstasy, her calling card driving Charlize to plea-filled cries. No one survived her crotch claw! It was a harbinger of defeat for even the strongest of opponents. Every ounce of Shannen's energy flowed into her tearing, squeezing fingers, the digits squishing Charlize' sweet meat, turning it to putty….Charlize tried to resist but it didn't take long until she could take no more. Her body and her will exhausted, she slumped back on the mat, her knees drawn up, one arm across her red face as her other hand slapped the canvas over and over, beating a steady tattoo of surrender, "I QUIT…I QUIT…I QUIT…."

Nicollette looked to the leering Shannen who gave Charlize another long squeeze, then nodded. Sheridan called for the bell and a representative from the sponsors of the match immediately leaped to his feet from his first row seat.

"The third fall goes to the captain of the Munchkins, Shannen Doherty by a submission!" came the announcement making the result official. Then, as if to emphasize the point, Shannen twisted her claw like opening the lid of a stubborn jar and the results were made even more than merely satisfactory.

"I GIVE….PLEEEASE…?" Charlize moaned, one foot raised as her leg slowly stretched out in mid-air.

"Am I a bug?" Shannen asked calmly, continuing to rotate her demolishing grasp.

"YOU'RE THE SHOW," Charlize cried. "YOU ARE THE SHOW."

Satisfied, Shannen released her grip, Charlize falling limp, her agony slowly abating. Later, Charlize would regret her capitulation, but for the moment, it was heavenly respite from agonizing pain. But only for a moment, for Charlize felt a set of velvety legs brush outside her own, as they edged up her body until Shannen took a seat on her tanned belly, reaching back to slowly stroke and fondle her ravaged region, bringing a nervous GULP from Charlize's trembling lips.

Shannen leaned forward and gazed down into the blonde's wide, fearful eyes; a proud warrior beaten and humiliated - exactly what made life worth living for Shannen. "I appreciate you've come to the realization that I was the show all along," Shannen said softly. "But every show MUST have a proper climax!"

Charlize knew her fate, and yet she still rolled her head slowly from side to side as if pleading for mercy; her weak arms raised, open hands on Shannen's hips, faintly trying to dislodge her from her seat. Shannen rose up on her knees and slid her g-string slowly down to her knees, then scooted upward, straddling the golden, greasy softness of Charlize's perky bosom.

It was perfect! The barest hint of defiance that allowed Shannen the 'honor' of snuffing out Charlize's flickering candle. Just the thought had her on the edge of wetness and when her labia slid across the panting, suckling final seconds of the Golden Girl's consciousness, Shannen was already on fire.

Using Charlize's parted lips and her button nose to best advantage, Shannen rocked Charlize's cradle even as she rocked her own world; the slow pumping and grinding soon bringing with it a bitten lip and throaty chirps from the waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs. It had been a long night and finally, dramatically, Shannen tasted defeat for the first time as she surrendered to her orgasm and her love honey burst forth from its pot, leaving Charlize's features both gorgeous and gooey.

With a huge sigh, Shannen fell back, knees still folded on either side of Theron's head; using the Golden Girl's naked, glistening body as her sofa as her sex, elevated slightly, dripped onto Charlize's heaving chest. Shannen stared up at the lights above the ring in a state of total bliss. Her evening was a smashing success: Michelle and Lindsay had been paid back in spades; she'd gone volcanic on one of the best; and after some had considered her finished by her destruction at the hands of Williams, Lohan, and Paris Hilton she'd reclaimed her rightful place atop the Munchkin hierarchy.

HELL, SHANNEN WAS THE MUNCHKINS!! Anyone who thought differently would end up like Michelle, Lindsay...and Charlize…OR WORSE!!