Battle Royal, part 3 By Jobber Joe Battle continues at 20 minute mark At 20 minutes - 16 women still in the ring - 4 previously eliminated The eliminated wrestlers, in order: 1. Judi - shocking early exit for lanky fitness buff, the well built brunette no match for the relentless strength and determination of teen dream, Keri. 2. LJ - popular little brunette the unfortunate victim of a vicious double team by vengeful Julie and Amanda 3. Julie - Fading wrestling hall of famer no match for leggy Lona 4. Amanda - Blonde newcomer becomes a double team victim herself, dispatched over top rope by big blonde, Laurie, with help from Jamie Positions of remaining wrestlers: Timmie pushing a kneeling, moaning Carly through the ropes - little blonde mastering fast fading legend Brit pulling a slumped, trembling Kris back into her lap - Battle Royal 1 flashback, as feisty Brit, a notorious ring legend and BR1 champ, toys with her sexy older victim. Keri atop a clotheslined Kat - "teen dream" struggles to subdue brawny older brunette Sally's muscled thighs putting the squeeze to the snared legs of an anguished Toni - Ms. "Super Bod" using prime assets to contain big, beautiful blonde wrestling champ. Amy on top of a screaming, kicking Lona after dragging her off Toni - young blonde taking on long-stemmed older blonde. Jamie has long legs wrapped around Kara's straining body as they lie facing each other on ring floor - Leggy blonde the first to slow down cute little thunder thighed battler so far. Tamara working over a spent Laurie, who is hunkered on all fours - young Combo champ is for real, working over tiring rival, whose relative lack of conditioning appears to be catching up with her. Heidi laid out on her side on the canvas after suffering pony ride and ass smacking humiliation from Kat - Young superstar suffering early in this battle royal Teri has just pulled her celebrated gams off the lower ropes and is struggling to all fours, weak and bedraggled from Kara's savage leg whipping - The "leg goddess" getting squeezed early by Kara's muscled beauties and really struggling. Minutes 20-25 (Action) Two troubled beauties, Teri and Heidi, used and abused by Kara and Kat, respectively before being left alone in their misery, struggle to re-engage in the battle. Teri is up first, on all fours now, lifting her head and seeing Carly half shoved thru the ropes by her little blonde aggressor. Crawling over in that direction, Teri, reaches for Timmie's near arm, trying to stand up herself as she tugs on the arm in a brave attempt to rescue Carly from elimination. Timmie, distracted, rears back on her heels, her grip slipping away from Carly, and then falls on Teri almost by default as the slinky Leg Goddess's well worked over legs give way and she falls to her back. That leaves poor Carly half in and half out of the ring, fumbling numbly at the ropes above and behind her. Brit, drinking it all in, lusty battle urges raging once again, and virtually un-challenged by the feebly moaning, twitching blonde beauty lying in her lap, shoves Kris aside, gets up and steps over, grabbing Carly by the near arm and dragging her back into the ring. Carly, confused and very weak after the savage mauling by Timmie, clings to Brit's close pressed leg as she vainly tries to gather useless legs beneath her. Laughing at the groveling, rubbery legged beauty who once, it seems so very long ago now, ruled the wrestling world with her fabulous legs, Brit rubs her own tautly muscled, sweat-slickened thighs, back and forth across Carly's spittle choked lips and lolling tongue, tauntingly snarling, "yeah, ya slutty bitch, clean these babies up for me." Carly merely moans, lips moving numbly across the warm, wet expanse of Brit's smoothly muscled thigh for a brief moment before Brit drags Carly a few feet over, grabbing Kris by the hair now and hauling the rag doll blonde up to her knees as well. Now both hall of fame beauties are slumped on their knees before the domineering blonde, Carly with her arms wrapped weakly around Brit's planted left leg, face still pressed to that one warm, succulent thigh; while Kris, moaning as Brit holds her sagging body up with a cruel grip on her lustrous blonde locks, has her pretty face shoved down against Brit's right thigh Heidi, the other troubled beauty recently left alone, when Keri tackled her tormentor Kat, like Teri, bravely tries to get back in it now as well, coming up from behind and snaking her long legs around Sally's torso even as Sally lies on one hip, her re-invigorated muscled gams putting a big time hurt on Toni's snared legs. The illustrious trio, between them holding eight combo titles and four times among them holding all four power titles at once, are now locked in a strange 3-way struggle, with Heidi's legs wrapped around Sally's torso, while the blonde muscle girl's gams ravage poor Toni's legs. And back over near where the slumped hall of fame duo of Carly and Kris are being forced to orally service Brit's hot legs, poor Teri gives out a cry now of weary despair when Timmie quickly gains the upper hand in their battle, the feisty little blonde both fresher and stronger than a well worked over Teri at this point as she sits between Teri's splayed legs, slowly forcing the anguished Leg champion's celebrated gams to ever wider spread-eagles as Teri moans plaintively. Across the ring, Kat, having caught her breath, and still battling hard from beneath the sultry teen dream, Keri, cries out in quick triumph as she manages to lock her sinewy legs around Keri's midsection. She squeezes for all she's worth as the tiring young beauty sways back, fingers clawing desperately at Kat's clenched thighs but unable to break the deadly body scissors hold, her youthful strength waning precipitously. Three remaining battles are sorting themselves out some, with Amy's youthful resiliency and size beginning to take command of slinky Lona, the slender blonde finally fading after a ferocious start. Also, amazingly Jamie's long, smoothly muscled legs have almost silenced the spunky little hellcat, Kara, who lies spent, for the moment at least, and barely moving between Jamie's scissored legs. And lastly, another young, resilient beauty, Combo queen Tamara, having fought back so brilliantly against the larger Keri earlier, now has an exhausted, bedraggled Laurie up, and is moving the big, wobbly blonde toward the ropes. Timmie, taking quick, complete control of a badly weakened "leg goddess", the lithe blonde's strong legs extended and pinning Teri's arms to her side while her own hands knead the slack muscles of the moaning beauty's incredibly sleek and sexy thighs, now gets up, dragging poor Teri by one arm. She gestures to sometime ally, Brit, who reluctantly moves away from the slumped Carly and Kris, leaving both hall of fame legends draped over the ropes, while she grabs Teri's other arm, the two spunky little blondes working together to lift the moaning beauty up against the ropes. Teri is wrung out for sure, but valiantly battles to stay in the fray, kicking and thrashing with what little remaining strength she has left as her cunning blonde tormentors attempt to lift her over the top. An errant flying heel from the desperately kicking Leg Goddess catches a glancing blow on Timmie's jaw, knocking her to one knee; and Brit, struggling to lift Teri by herself now with the moaning beauty's butt resting on the middle strand, disgustedly pushes both hands against Teri's heaving chest, knocking the embattled leg goddess thru the ropes to the ring apron. Teri lies on one hip outside the ring, head bowed, smallish breasts pounding against the sweaty fabric of her sports bra while she tries to draw strength from the sexiest pair of legs in the business. Seconds tick away as she struggles with the demons of bodily exhaustion, the mental anguish of once again being worked over by old tormentors Brit and Timmie. She slowly slides halfway under the ropes at 12, her progress stalling, fighting for every bit of waning strength and resolve. But her head drops again at 14. It could be the end for the proud, leggy young brunette. Timmie, up on her feet again, watching Teri's desperate, faltering struggle, certainly thinks the slinky leg goddess is through; so turns back to a slumped Carly, gesturing to Brit, who has taken a quick blow, in an attempt to get some help in lifting the bigger honey haired beauty. But Brit is already turned back to tormenting poor Kris, dragging the ragdoll older blonde up to her knees with another cruel clasp around those lustrous locks of the ravaged all-time great. Nearby, Teri, bravely willing her depleted body on, gives a weary moan as she slithers fully back into the ring just as a timekeeper intones, "20". A debate ensues between the timekeeper and head ref as to whether she has or has not beaten the clock. The ref rules she has indeed, if barely, staved off elimination, for the moment at least. Poor Teri barely registers the relief, slumped over as she is from her haunches, her pretty face a mask of exhaustion, lithe body trembling. She is barely hanging on, the nightmarish torment inflicted on her lithe frame in Battle Royal 1 two years ago no doubt playing yet again on her mind. In other action, the incredible teen dream, Keri, so strong and dominant in quickly dispatching the highly regarded Judi early on, is coming unraveled now in the face of the relentless pressure being exerted by brawny newcomer, Kat. The young beauty is laid back, arms dangling listlessly while Kat, still beneath her, but with powerful legs locked on the younger brunette's athletically toned torso, squeezes viciously, Keri virtually a ragdoll at this point. With a triumphant smirk, Kat soon rolls up on top, reversing the fading young beauty as Keri sprawls out on her back, legs digging weakly at the canvas floor. On an adrenaline surge, sensing the fateful weakening in her beautiful young foe, rugged Kat slides back down to one hip, re-adjusting her deadly body scissors, her taut thighs locked around Keri's upper abdomen, crushing the gasping "teen dream's" luscious body in their sinewy embrace. Meanwhile, Jamie, exultant but spent by the effort, pulls away from another well worked over youngster, Kara's thunder thighs quivering softly as she lies on her back. Knowing she doesn't have the strength to hoist Kara alone, slinky Jamie wanders off, wobbling slightly, moving to where Tamara has a listless Laurie on her feet and draped against the corner ropes. Also, Amy, too strong for slender Lona, has the willowy blonde up and draped in the opposite corner. With a concerted effort, each lifting one heavy leg, Tamara and new ally, Jamie, manage to lift a despairing, but absolutely spent, Laurie up and over, the big blonde becoming the 5th woman eliminated from this Battle Royal ( at 22:52) - Elimination #5 - Laurie lifted over top by Tamara, with assist from Jamie Over near the other corner, Brit continues to use and abuse a moaning Kris, now tauntingly dropping down between Kris's splayed legs while the ravaged beauty lies back against the ropes, and tugging one bra cup down far enough to thrust a hard, swollen nipple in Kris's face. Nearby, Timmie, more intent than the lustily pillaging Brit on the business at hand, namely removing wrestlers, has Carly's once fabled legs all wrapped up between her tautly muscled legs and is squeezing the spent former leg goddess out. Poor Carly, in her prime the strongest and bravest of wrestling champions, is, in perhaps the sad final minutes of this faltering effort, a quivering wreck, head laid over to one side, whimpering softly, foamy spittle seeping out of her gaping mouth with each punishing flex of Timmie's tautly muscled thighs. When Timmie finally releases the savage killer leg squeeze, Carly, limp and bedraggled, barely resists while Timmie rolls her defeated body under the ropes. Timmie is about to resume an earlier assault on Teri when she's bushwhacked from behind by Tamara, while Jamie, becoming an assist specialist, goes to where Amy is struggling with leggy Lona along the ropes. Meanwhile Teri, hurting bad, but dead game, reaches thru the ropes, vainly trying to pull the ragdoll Carly back under the ropes. But it is too little too late, Teri, her own body badly depleted, lacking the strength to budge poor Carly much, with Carly basically out of it, moaning feebly, her ravaged body nearly a "dead weight", and too much for the slender "leg goddess," her would-be savior, to deal with. Meanwhile, in a vivid demonstration of how fast fortunes can turn inside the battle royal ring, Carly's tormentor, the ambushed Timmie, now sags on the ropes just above her conquered victim as Tamara slams rapid fire knees into the tough little blonde's backside. Teri groans in resignation as the 20 sec. Clock expires on a feebly gasping, unresponsive Carly. It is sadly over for yet another faded legend, poor Carly joining fellow hall of famers LJ and Julie on the sidelines. (at 23:34) - Elimination #6 - Carly fails to beat 20 second Clock, having been pushed under ropes by Timmie Amy and Jamie muscle slinky Lona up along the ropes, but the long legged blonde loops those leggy assets around Amy's waist in the tussle, refusing to go quietly; so Amy and Jamie, expending great quantities of energy in trying to dispose of the feisty blonde, opt instead to push Lona through the ropes. Lona lies stunned with head and shoulders on the apron mat, managing to drape her long, lovely legs over the middle strand of ropes just as the count begins. Not waiting to see if Lona will beat the count, Amy instead goes to the aid of a spread-eagled Keri, now suffering under the marauding Kat, while Jamie catches a quick blow, standing guard over Lona as the slinky blonde vet struggles to get back into the ring. With the count at 9, Lona, unhooks her slender legs from the ropes, gathering her strength as she moves close to the ropes, Jamie looming over her, ready to pounce. Meanwhile, Teri, slowly regaining her strength and wits about her, goes to poor Kris's aid, grabbing Brit from behind as the feisty blonde badgirl straddles a slumped Kris in the corner, with the ravaged older blonde reduced by this point to mindlessly suckling Brit's one bared tittie. Brit reacts in surprise as she is pulled back, her hard, distended nipple sliding away from Kris's still moving lips. While Brit wrestles with the weakened, but still dead game, Teri, Kris, numbed but slowly coming around, manages to pull her big, tanned legs back into her chest. Meanwhile, Lona has slithered under the ropes at 18, but is immediately set upon by Jamie. Jamie quickly has a weakened Lona face down on the canvas, but is suddenly set upon by a vengeful Kara, left alone and virtually forgotten for the last minute or so. As Kara and Jamie grapple now, Lona raises up slowly, tilts back on one hip, right arm slung over the lower ropes as she tries to regroup. As the clock winds down to the 25 minute mark, Amy and Kat are now tangled together, rolling back and forth next to and over a weakly moaning and still spread-eagled Keri. And Brit, having knocked Teri away with a flying elbow to the ribs, turns back to Kris, only to catch the brunt of the older blonde's desperately flailing legs, both of Kris's heels slamming wobbly, but true, into her chest. As Brit pulls back with a grunt and gasp from the painful blow, Teri grabs her from behind and holds the dazed blonde long enough for Kris to stagger up to a shaky crouch and bring one knee up vengefully right into Brit's breadbasket, doubling her over as Teri, kneeling behind her, still holds the feisty little blonde's arms back. Kris, badly weakened, and drained by the effort in just getting to wobbly feet to launch the knee blow, drops back down to all fours quickly, but manages a wan smile as she hears the gasping, wheezing Brit above her. Nearby, Brit's frequent partner in ring mayhem, Timmie, is also taking a beating, the tough little blonde slumped forward, arms draped over the lower strand of ropes, chest lying across the ropes, arching and moaning in agony as Tamara slams knees into the small of her back. Timmie is hurting bad, foamy spittle dribbling from her gaping mouth as she hangs over the ropes, helpless at the moment to stop the pummeling blows from her young tormentor. Also, in the bizarre three way struggle playing itself out across the ring from where twin dynamos Brit and Timmie are presently taking their licks, Heidi's long, powerful legs are really putting it to a snared Sally, the blonde superbod moaning and jerking with each flex of the brunette's pillaging legs. But Sally somehow keeps her own big, muscular legs locked around Toni, the powerfully developed muscles in her hips and thighs spasming with each squeeze by Heidi, and causing poor Toni, head lolled over to one side, pretty, freckled face etched in a perpetual grimace, to moan weakly from the twin effects of Heidi's leg power roiling through and accentuating the diminished, but still formidable, muscular power in Sally's own legs. Action - Minutes 25-30 Two spunky, sometimes viciously cruel, blonde hellcats are paying the price now with Timmie sagging lower and lower on the ropes, too weak and battered to escape the knees slamming into her tender backside from young brunette battler, Tamara. And Brit, having her way with poor Kris for so long here, and previously during a steamy Battle Royal #1 mauling, is now keeled over in Teri's arms, gasping and wheezing while a vengeful Kris, back on wobbly feet and weakened by Brit's earlier punishment, but riding an adrenaline high, slams knee after knee into Brit's battered tummy. While Kris pauses to catch her breath, winded from her uncommonly vicious endeavors, Teri, the tawny Leg Goddess, goes to work now, sitting back and hauling Brit into her lap while snaking her sleek, gorgeous gams around the embattled blonde badgirl. With a devilish smile, Teri begins to squeeze the snared little blonde, laughing huskily as Brit moans plaintively. Kris gets back into the act as well, recovering her depleted strength some, sliding over to one hip as her big, beautiful dark thighs encircle the paler thighs of Brit. Kris, though she lacks the muscular endurance of the steadily squeezing, much younger Teri, does enough damage as it is to Brit's scissored legs by alternately flexing her big thighs against Brit's snared legs, relaxing, then pumping the flexing muscles over and over again. Brit, ironically being double- teamed and double squeezed by the two beautiful women she took such savage glee in wrecking at the end of the first battle royal, now, whimpers in abject misery while the two vengeful women, young and old, work over their former tormentor with lusty abandon. Elsewhere, spunky little thunder-thighed blonde, Kara, is finally beginning to take control in a scintillating leg battle with sexy, leggy Jamie, the compact little dynamo wrapping her powerfully flexing legs over and around Jamie's longer, sleeker, but less muscularly developed beauties and now tilting the moaning older blonde's shoulders to the mat as she rolls half up on top of a fading Jamie. And Amy is slowly working for an advantage over Kat, both tangled beauties still rolling on top of a flattened Keri, who is starting to come back to life, and now helps Amy from underneath the tangle of bodies by pushing up on one of Kat's legs. As Kat, groaning, starts to roll off Keri and down below Amy, Lona, left alone for the last minute or so, moves over, the slinky blonde, with a score to settle with Amy for one, snaking her long limbs around Amy's nearest leg and dragging the startled younger blonde off Kat. Now Keri, with Amy distracted and tangled anew with Lona, comes up to her knees as Kat slowly gets to all fours, and the two brunettes resume their previous struggle, with Keri riding the older brunette from the left side. And then there is the tangled trio of Combo superstars, Heidi, the five time Combo queen, reigning three time boxing champ, former four-way titleholder, with legs snaked around Sally, the legendary blonde strong- girl, twice Combo champ and four-way champ; whose power-packed legs are flexing against a near stuporous Toni, the sexy frecklefaced blond, also a former Combo and four-way queen, and reigning four time wrestling champ. Sally, suffering herself beneath Heidi's body squeeze, groans and finally has to release her leg lock on a virtually unresisting Toni, who rolls free and lies spent on her back while Heidi, her own scissored legs shaking on the verge of muscular exhaustion, loosens her grip on Sally moments later. Sally sits there, head bowed, sucking big gulps of air, while Heidi gets up to all four, also with head lowered and breathing raggedly. And Toni, freed from Sally's sinewy leg prison, but much the worse for the punishment, manages to weakly roll up on to one hip, looking very weak and woozy from the ordeal. Things are happening all over the ring now as 14 women in various stages of battle fatigue struggle to stay in the hunt for the coveted Battle Royal Crown and its rich payoff. Timmie, pound for pound one of the most ferocious ring competitors ever, is virtually a ragdoll, draped over the lower ropes from Tamara's punishing knee blows to her back. Tamara, tiring herself, but exultant, finally lets up on her furious barrage, dropping to her knees next to the battered little blonde and trying to push Timmie through the ropes. Timmie stirs from her near stuporous condition, turns into her young tormentor, weakly trying to fight her off; but Tamara has her half through the ropes now, Timmie groaning as she slowly slides toward the ring apron.. And now Heidi has a rubbery legged Sally up and is struggling to move the blonde strong-girl toward the ropes. Toni, a long- time friendly rival of Heidi's and sometime ally, is finally up to all fours and crawls after this duo, trying to help Heidi as best she can. As Heidi finally bends Sally over the top rope, trying for the instant elimination, Toni, still on her knees, weakly lifts one of Sally's oaken legs. The great blonde teeters off balance, fighting to stave off elimination as Heidi has one leg lifted high, but Toni, so terribly weak and woozy still from Sally's long, punishing body scissors, really struggles to lift Sally's other leg up. As Sally teeters precariously, strength depleted but battling with all she's got left, Timmie, defiant to the last, finally slips fully to the ring apron after Tamara lifts her clinging leg free of the ropes. Tamara sinks to the canvas floor inside, gulping air, while Timmie, outside the ring now, gropes at the ropes as the 20 count begins.. As Timmie battle the demons in an attempt to get back in, and Tamara steadies her ragged breathing, Sally pushes down stubbornly with one muscular leg, knocking the wobbly Toni back to her butt; but Heidi, still with the blonde's left right leg held high, manages to push the embattled beauty backward between the middle and top strands; Sally, stunned by the hard fall to her back, groaning as her big legs plop to the padded apron next to her crumpled body. Timmie has looped one leg over the rope at 15, struggles yet to get back in it as, nearby, Toni up on her knees, loops her arms gratefully around Heidi's sturdy legs as the brunette leans over her, providing some comfort and succor to the badly weakened blonde. But Tamara, seeing the two entangled, thinks Heidi is about to dispose of a bedraggled Toni; so she rushes over, tackling Heidi as Toni slumps back against the ropes, resting on one hip, head bowed, chest heaving. Meanwhile, Timmie has just slipped groaning back into the ring with the count at 19, the embattled little blonde hurting but still dead game. Sally is slowly slithering under the ring ropes right next to the slumped Toni; with the count at 14, she strains mightily, that golden body depleted but still digging for every bit of strength she has left. At 18, she's back in, lying on her back, gasping as Heidi and Tamara roll on the canvas right next to her and Toni still rests on one hip on the other side of her. Three embattled blonde beauties are slowly struggling to get back into the fray; with Timmie up on all fours, head lowered, chest heaving as she slowly starts to shuffle forward almost aimlessly. With her head down, she either doesn't notice, or doesn't care, that she's moving right toward the other tormented blondes, Sally and Toni. Sally is also up on her knees, moving to a groaning Toni, the reigning wrestling champion, who still sits back against the ropes, virtually helpless. As Timmie continues crawling slowly along, head down, gasping for precious gulps of air, not 15 feet away in the corner behind her sometime ally, Brit is moaning loudly, laid back in Teri's arms while the sexy leg goddess snakes her deadly legs around the spunky little blonde's torso. And Kris now has her big, tanned legs wrapped around Brit's shapely thighs and is squeezing for all she's worth. The little blonde, caught in a double leg squeeze by two vengeful women who suffered so much at her hands in Battle Royal #1, is in desperate straits, crying out to her old ally now now, "Timmie, gawwwwwd help." But the veteran blonde plods along, in her own misery either oblivious, or un-caring, about Brit's desperate plight. Elsewhere, Lona has her long, lovely legs wrapped all around a tiring Amy, but is merely holding on as Amy bucks desperately from her back. And Jamie looks about out of it, laid back, arms draped behind her head as Kara's muscled thighs squeeze her lanky body just below her chest. And Keri, given a second chance against rough and tough Kat, now has her big beautiful legs wrapped around the older brunette's chest, squeezing for all she's worth as Kat lays her head back on the canvas and groans in agony. Sally is groping at the weakly resisting Toni, trying to push her through the ropes; but suddenly Timmie grabs the blonde strong-girl by the shoulders, catching her from the blindside and thus unprepared, and has just enough momentum and strength to push a stunned Sally, instead of Toni, through the ropes. It is Sally's fourth trip to the apron; and, although this was a miscue and she's still got plenty of fight left, the very idea of this strapping young superstar getting pushed and mauled with impunity by various competitors has stunned her most loyal fans. And it has the sexy blonde hanging her head wanly as she catches a quick blow on all fours outside the ring. Now, as Sally starts to move back into the ring and Toni finally makes it to all fours, the badly weakened wrestling champion slowly crawling toward ring center, Timmie finally hears Brit's wailing screams and gets up, staggering toward the tangled trio in the far corner. But, not five feet away from her anguished compatriot, Timmie's right calf cramps up and she rolls over to one hip, grimacing while clutching at the knotted muscle. Meanwhile, Sally rolls under the ropes, stopping the clock at 18, and gets up also, staggering after the slowly crawling Toni. Finally, Lona's long lean legs have reached the point of muscular exhaustion, the slinky blonde laying back, groaning, as her long, lovely limbs yield to Amy's youthful endurance and writhing torso. The young blonde, free, but winded, sees pal Keri struggling to get a gasping Kat up, and now Amy moves to help her teen cohort, both beauties pushing a moaning Kat up to and through the ropes as the match clock winds down to the 30 minute mark. (to be continued)