IFWF Match:

Sunny McKay: 22 y/o, 5' 8" tall, 128 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes

The Oakland Enforcer, Brenda Busley: 31 y/o, 5'7", 159, black-brown

"Highway To Hell" from AC/DC hits the arena! Brenda Busley, the Oakland Enforcer, walks to the door of the boiler room. She is accompanied by the enigmatic Sasha Crowley. The tall blond is in black leather pants, velvet shirt and is wearing her customary turquoise and yellow cowboy boots. Sasha has a holster on her belt with what looks like an expandable baton in it. Brenda has her usual black leather pants and biker boots and her top is a black Oakland Raiders jersey with a silver "24" and the name "Woodson" on the back. She's carrying a black leather duffel bag. Brenda puts the bag down and starts to look over the boiler room. She studies it for possible weapons and items she can beat Sunny with. She finally starts to stretch and wait for Sunny McKay to show up and start the match.

Albert: Neither fighter would grant our request for a pre-match interview, but our backstage reporter told us Niels van Vliet visited Sunny's dressing room and raised voices could be heard through the closed door.

Rebecca: Yeah, when he left, we were told he's bowed to pressure from the 'modesty faction' and forbade Sunny to wear her usual tiny thong in tonight's match. She'll be wearing Jacki Frost's old leather bottom and Tina 'The Pitbull' Collin's bra. We're not sure where she got them, maybe from the IFWF wardrobe mistress, or perhaps Ginny's memory chest.

Albert: It'll be interesting (but not as much fun I'm sure) seeing Sunny in a different outfit for a change.

"Tonight" by Smashing Pumpkins heralds the arrival of Sunny and her mother Ginny. Sunny looks different alright, leather bikini bottoms and leather top, plus - she's wearing wrestling boots! That's very unusual, but in this kind of match you can't be too careful. Her mother, the buxom redhead, is stylishly decked out in a yellow mini and jacket outfit with some kind of lacy undergarment under her jacket. Ginny's carrying a canvas bag that could contain all kinds of weapons. You could see a visible shiver from the old woman when she set eyes on Sasha Crowley for the first time. Crowley just sneers at her, but otherwise ignores her old rival and whispers conspiratorially with Brenda Busley who looks over at Sunny, nods and laughs at something Sasha said.

Albert: As we understand them, the stipulations for this match are that Sasha will become van Vliet's co-commissioner as long as Brenda doesn't seriously injure Sunny in this match.

Rebecca: I guess that means any injury that would keep Sunny from defending her title next week against Gayle Ashton. Don't think for a minute Gayle isn't glued to her TV tonight. She's gotta be hoping Brenda Busley beats Sunny black and blue from head to toe - but not so bad that the IFWF has to postpone or cancel her title fight next week.

Albert: There's a referee for this match, but only to count pins or listen for submissions.

Rebecca: Other than that, he better stay out of the Enforcer's way.

Albert: There's the bell and the match is under way!

Rebecca: Don't leave the room, fans. This shouldn't take Brenda very long.

Sunny uses her quickness to avoid a bull rush by Brenda and ducks around a cement column as Brenda turns around and smashes a 2x4 into it above her head. Sunny kicks Brenda in the stomach and the 2x4 goes sliding across the floor as she tumbles to the cement. Sunny runs to pick it up but Brenda trips her and they roll on the floor landing punches, knees, elbows and kicks until Sunny finally disentangles herself and slips out of the big bikers clutches.

Before Brenda gets to her feet, Sunny dropkicks her back against the wall. Brenda pushes off the wall and slams Sunny in the chest with a forearm that sends her flying through the air and crashing down on her butt! Sunny shakes her head and gets up, but Brenda runs over and drives a big boot to Sunny's taut belly while she's still on all fours. The young blonde flops on her back clutching her belly and gasping, leaving her wide open for Brenda to drop a leg down over that perky bosom. Sunny's knees jerk up and she lays groaning while Brenda rolls over and gets to her feet smiling at Sasha who nods approvingly and grins at the worried look on Ginny's face. Brenda hair-hauls Sunny to her feet and whips her across the room and ...

Albert: "OOOH"

Rebecca: Damn!

... headfirst right into the large metal boiler used to heat the arena. Sunny lets out a yelp and staggers back holding her face. Her belly's already pink where it touched the hot metal. Brenda charges right after Sunny, grabs her by the hair and starts to force her face toward the hot metal. Sunny grabs a couple of water pipes and uses them to try to hold herself away. She manages to stop her face inches from the hot metal.

A hard Brenda kick to her back buckles Sunny's knees but she manages to twist her body at the last second and avoid having her face smashed against the hot boiler. Brenda loses her grip on Sunny and is forced to put her hand on the hot metal herself when she loses her balance. Her cry of pain as she dances away shaking her hand is small consolation to Sunny who struggles to get to her feet and rapidly backs away to catch her breath with her heaving belly aglow from just brief contact with the hot metal.

Albert: Sasha who just laughs and points in the direction of Sunny.

Rebecca: Yeah, she's like saying, "There she is, what're you waiting for?"

Brenda stalks after Sunny, once jumping sideways with surprising agility to cut off the lithe blonde's escape route and forcing her backward until Sunny is cornered in a dark corner of the dimly lit basement room. Suddenly, Sunny turned and jumped up on the wall and used her long, strong legs to launch herself at the startled Brenda! Sunny landed on Brenda's chest with a cross-body block, but instead of being knocked down Brenda caught Sunny in her arms, held her at chest height and then dropped to one knee and snapped Sunny's body over the other knee. Sunny's cry of anguish echoes off the cement walls mingling with her mother Ginny's cries.

Brenda dropped Sunny like a bad habit and while the blonde writhes in pain on the cold floor, Sasha hands Brenda the bag she had carried. Brenda rummaged around in it and pulled out a box of thumbtacks which she scattered on the floor in front of Sunny, then took out a couple of light bulbs which she put down on the other side of the gasping blonde's body. Handing the bag back to Sasha, Brenda went to Sunny and twisted her hand in the blonde's hair, then lifted her halfway to her feet - then kicked her between the legs!

Sunny collapsed to her knees, then toppled face down on the floor with her hands clenched between her trembling thighs and her bare bottom cheeks obscenely in the air. Brenda wrapped her muscular, tattooed arm around Sunny's waist, scooped her up and flipped her upside down, then dropped her right on her butt in the thumbtacks she'd left strategically placed on the floor. Sunny let out a horrible scream as she tried to get to her feet, but mostly she just got more thumbtacks stuck in her hands as she struggled to her feet.

Albert: Oh gross! How can Niels put this crap on and complain about a beautiful woman losing her suit?

Rebecca: Yummy, this is great stuff. I don't understand why we can't have both - get a bunch of naked women bleeding!

No sooner has Sunny risen to her feet than Brenda grabbed her by the wrist and flung her across the room into a stack of metal shelving. Sunny crashed into the shelves and as they toppled over, Sunny's momentum carried her over as well as she sprawled full length on top of them. She rolled over to get up and, as she did, the fans in the arena gasped at the sight of her bloody bottom and the reflection of the video lights off the dozen or more thumbtacks still stuck in her tightly muscled glutes.

Brenda walked around the fallen shelving, stepping over the spilled boxes of who-knows-what, and dragged Sunny out by the hair. Sunny punched Brenda right in the stomach but the big muscle-bound behemoth shrugged off the fist like it was a gnat bite and slammed a fist of her own square into Sunny's chest between her perky breasts. She staggered and her knees buckled from the powerful punch and almost feel. She would have fallen if Brenda hadn't grabbed her by the front of her suit with one hand and pulled her back.

Sunny lurched forward but Brenda swept her off her feet by using her other hand in a short, sharp powerful thrust up between her limp legs that lifted Sunny straight up in the air. Brenda held the squirming blonde at arms length, took three steps and threw her to the floor on her belly - right on top of those light bulbs she'd put there exactly just that reason. Sunny landed on the cement with a "SPLAT" punctuated by several soft "pop" sounds as the fragile glass bulbs shattered beneath her. She screamed and rolled over away from the broken glass - right into that pile of thumbtacks again!

Albert: Oh my God! Lookit Sasha's face! She's ecstatic - laughing at Sunny's injuries. What a twisted piece of s---!

Rebecca: Yeah, and Ginny looks like she's gonna barf. I can't believe the old biddy hasn't interfered to save her baby girl now.

Albert: Probably 'cause Brenda and Sasha would kill her if she did. Or maybe Niels is really serious about tryin' to straighten her out.

Rebecca: Good point about killing her, but I don't think you'll ever hear Niels use the words 'straight' and 'Ginny' in the same sentence! Not that bizarro dyke bitch!

Brenda kicks Sunny in the ribs as she tries to get to her feet again, knocking her away from the thumbtacks and right over in front of Sasha. Ginny runs to help her daughter up, but Sasha trips her and Ginny goes skidding across the cement floor on her hands and knees, leaving her bloody as well.

Albert: Owwww, that's gotta hurt!

Rebecca: The old broad shoulda wore pants instead of that tarty little skirt outfit. She's way too old for that look.

Albert: I dunno, looks pretty good to . . yikes!

Ginny is on her hands and knees next to Sunny, so Sasha takes out her expandable baton and whacks the redhead across the back. Ginny collapses on her belly and grabs the small of her back in both hands. Brenda drags Sunny up by the hair, the young blonde's body now cut and bloody both front and back just hangs there in front of Brenda who looks to Sasha for instructions.

Sasha whacks Ginny across the back of the shoulders again, knocking her back down as she tries to get up, then says something to Brenda who obediently nods and gathers Sunny up then - suplex! A belly to belly suplex right into those thumbtacks again. Sunny's sobbing but too winded to cry out in pain any more, or maybe she's just numb from all the abuse. Brenda picks Sunny up by the throat and walks her back until Sunny's trim, tanned, firmly muscled young body is pressed against the metal boiler. As Sunny squirms and pushes weakly against Brenda's big bulky body, the Enforcer draws back her fist and looks to Sasha for the "OK" to put Sunny out of her misery.

Sasha nods and then grabs Ginny by the hair and holds her head up so she is forced to watch Brenda knock Sunny out.

Brenda turns into the punch, putting all her weight behind it - and Sunny jerks her head aside just before the big biker's knuckles crash into her face. Instead, Brenda's fist clangs off the metal boiler and instead of Sunny, it's Brenda screaming in pain and hopping around holding her hand. Sunny grabs Brenda's hair and pulls her headfirst into the side of the boiler.

CLAANK!

Brenda's knees buckle and before she falls, Sunny bulldogs her facefirst into the pile of thumbtacks. Brenda is knocked cold! Sunny rolls her over and flops across her chest as the referee counts 1-2-3 to end the match!

Sasha is irate, screaming at Brenda for "incompetence" and other imagined sins while Ginny slowly gets to her feet. Angrily, Sasha slams the metal baton up between Ginny's fleshy thighs and stalks out of the boiler room grumbling while Ginny writhes in pain on the floor next to Brenda "The Oakland Enforcer" Busley.

Albert: Incredible! The winner of the match, Sunny McKay.

Rebecca: Impossible. This slut is either the luckiest girl in the world, or the match was fixed!