Battle Royal, Part 5 By Jobber Joe Ten "survivors" move past the 40 minute mark in exhausting battle Eliminated So Far - 10 Gone in first 30 minutes: Judi - 33 year old brunette, veteran, superstar "wannabe" (early elimination here doesn't help her cause) LJ - 29 year old brunette, wrestling hall of famer Julie - 44 year old dark blonde, another hall of famer Amanda - 20 year old blonde, newcomer to the association Laurie - 31 year dark blonde, veteran Carly - 39 year old honey blonde, faded wrestling legend Eliminated in past 10 minutes ( a bad stretch for blondes): Jamie - 28 year old blonde - leggy veteran thrown over top rope by Kara and Lona Amy - 19 year old blonde - youngster goes over top courtesy of brawny Kat and slinky Lona Lona - 34 year old blonde - leggy vet surprised by Kara while leaning back against ropes and knocked over the top. Toni - 31 year old blonde - reigning wrestling champ becomes first superstar to "bite the dust" - a marked woman almost from the get-go, the big, beautiful freckle faced blonde was too weak to beat the 20 second clock after being pushed through the ropes by brawny newcomer, Kat The Scene in the ring at 40 minutes Present Positions Kat using and abusing combo legend Heidi as her personal playtoy, presently hauling the slack-bodied brunette up to her feet after Heidi slithered into the ring, barely beating the clock - This was her 3rd removal by Kat in the past four minutes, the sexy young superstar in a bad way. Keri, with a 2nd wind, has dark, muscled legs wrapped around torso of blonde dynamo, Kara, from behind; thunder-thighed little blonde groaning, but hardly out of fight as the bigger "teen dream" tries to wear her down. Teri wrestling a bedraggled Timmie down along the ropes, young leg champ taking control of fading vet Sally setting in on young Tamara, starting to hoist her up against the ropes - Power of sculpted blonde superstar beginning to tell on slinky young combo champ Kris spread-eagled on her back, Brit straddling the sexy wrestling legend, deadly legs squeezing the moaning older blonde's torso while the devilishly cruel little blonde slaps her victim's beautiful face in an adrenaline fueled rage after stemming the tide of Kris's earlier assault. This back and forth battle has raged nearly non-stop from the get-go, with both hall of fame beauties taking and giving heaping quantities of punishment from and to each other. Conditions of remaining combatants: In good shape, controlling or dominating action (3) Kat, Sally, Teri Hanging in (4) Kara, Keri, Brit, Kris Hurting bad (3) Tamara - has just climbed back into ring after being overpowered by Sally Timmie - Also just back in ring after faltering in battle against Teri Heidi - pushed thru ropes 3 times in past 4 minutes by brawny Kat, once again being muscled around by raging brunette Action - Minutes 41-50 How much more torment can some of these women endure? Poor Heidi, pushed around like a "raggedy ann" doll for the past four or five minutes by raging Kat, sags slack-bodied in the brawny brunette's arms yet again; while Kat, on an absolute rampage of late, and drawing on a seemingly endless reserve of adrenaline fueled power, grunts and groans while hoisting her nearly limp victim up high. This time she manages, all on her own, to sling Heidi's lithe body sideways over the corner ropes. The devastated young brunette just lays there, right arm dangling down in the ring, left arm feebly groping at the corner post in a desperate attempt to stave off elimination, left leg draped down outside the ring, right leg dangling and curled around the middle rope. Its all but over for the seemingly doomed combo legend; or is it? From across the ring, an unlikely savior rushes to the aid of the helpless dark haired beauty. Sally, having tangled with, and suffered at Heidi's hands earlier, now quizzically comes to the defense of her great rival and fellow superstar, leaving young Tamara draped over the ropes while she tackles Kat from behind. As Sally and Kat fall to the ring floor, with Sally wrapping her big, powerful thighs around the brunette's waist, poor Heidi still dangles precariously, the wildly whipping ropes flinging her ravaged body up and down. Only her tenuous hold, with right leg looped around the middle strand inside the ring, keeps her from flying right over the corner post it seems. But that leg soon slips loose, dangling limply, and another jolt against the ropes by the grappling beauties below her lifts poor Heidi's draped body up again before it plops back down on its rope bed. Mindlessly she tries to lift the dangling right leg, twisting the wrong way, right arm slung over the top ropes, right leg pawing at the middle strand. She starts to slip over the top, but catches herself with a weary sigh, and slips instead down and then through the middle and top strands, plopping to her back on the ring apron. Since her removal was initiated by Kat, it's ruled involuntary and a 20 second clock is awarded. But is it nearly enough? Poor Heidi is flat on her back, breathing raggedly, arms draped behind her head which is tilted over to one side, glassy eyes staring blankly out at the sea of faces ringside. Spittle dribbles from the lower corner of her mouth; the count is at 8 and she hasn't moved at all. By all appearances, this appears to be the sad end of this battle for the legendary five combo champion. >>From the side now, another savior, young Tamara, who even as she defeated the great five time champion in the semifinals of the last Combo tourney, expressed her admiration for the sultry brunette legend and declared Heidi her "idol", now struggles over to rescue her "idol" from oblivion. Though badly weakened herself by Sally's recent assault, Tamara tugs on Heidi's near arm, the dazed legend struggling feebly, but helping her own cause slightly. Together, the two sexy brunettes manage to get Heidi's mauled body back under the ropes just as the clock ticks 20. The referee, giving ties to the wrestlers consistently, rules she has beaten the count. Heidi lies back relieved, but utterly exhausted, her head cradled in Tamara's lap as her young savior takes a well-deserved blow and tries to provide some comfort and succor to the ravaged superstar. In other action, Kris, still laid out under Brit's straddle and leg squeeze, is moaning feebly as Brit backhands yet another vicious slap to her reddened face, the great one's beautiful body jolting in agony with each taunting slap or punishing leg squeeze from the rampaging blonde badgirl. But Kris has come too far to quit now; and, as Brit, tiring, but maliciously intent on destroying her familiar victim, grabs her by her lustrous blonde locks, holding Kris's head in place to deliver yet another taunting slap, the dazed, battered legend twists her big hips desperately, almost unseating the little blonde. Then she swings her tanned legs up, one knee almost incidentally hitting Brit on the side of her head, dazing and slowing Brit's assault enough to allow Kris to loop her uplifted legs around the torso of the little blonde astride her. Brit, coming around after the glancing knee blow to the side of her face, begins to claw at Kris's encircling legs while tightening down her own body squeeze, but Kris, laying her head back, groaning with the effort, reflexively flexes her own big, beautiful thighs against Brit's snared body. And now it's the feisty little blonde laying her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips while Kris flexes again, muscled thighs feverishly pounding against Brit's flanks in what she must sense is a last gasp attempt to turn the tide against her younger nemesis. In other match-ups, Teri is meeting brave resistance from an exhausted, but dead-game, Timmie, the veteran blonde draped chest first across the lower strand of ropes as Teri labors to lift her over and through to the ring apron. And Sally, on her own, albeit less conspicuous, tear of late, still has control of raging brunette Kat; whose adrenaline fueled surge, that saw her run amok through the likes of Heidi and Kara, has suddenly dissipated. For here the rugged newcomer is finally, reluctantly, fading beneath the big, punishing thighs of the athletic blonde most consider to have been, in her prime, the most feared combo fighter of all time. Sally, riding her own adrenaline surge after virtually laying waste to new young combo champ, Tamara, is squeezing for all she's worth while Kat's struggles steadily diminish until the big brunette is slumped with head laid back, moaning helplessly while Sally's rippling thighs exact a cruel toll. Over to one side, Keri, still with the clamps on Kara's weakly writhing body, is beginning to show the strain of her long personal leg battle with the thunder-thighed little blonde. Though Kara looks much the worse for wear, one arm dangling, the other clutching weakly at Keri's sweat soaked, coiled thighs clamped around her belly, Keri's pillaging legs are fighting muscular exhaustion from the long squeeze and the even longer battle before that; the muscle tension slackening ever so slightly, big thighs twitching, trembling. Kara, head rolled back as she suffers between Keri's scissored legs, seems to sense the telltale weakening in her opponent's leg squeeze. Now, the compact blonde digs deep, gathering depleted strength to whip her lithe body one way, Keri groaning as her legs tremble even more while trying to hold the squeeze on Kara's writhing torso. Kara groans with the effort in whipping her compact body back the other way now; and Keri gasps, her legs visibly straining to hold on, big, muscled thighs trembling, softening visibly. Kara pries at the quivering muscles now with both hands, whipping her body still; and now Keri cries out helplessly as her exhausted legs open wide, the jubilant, if spent, blonde spilling out to the mat beside her. It's hard to tell who was just tormenting who with the legs in this sizzling duel, as Keri is keeled over, big, dark thighs quivering with rubbery exhaustion after Kara's break-through; though Kara, at the moment, is hardly in any condition to capitalize on her newfound freedom. In fact, it's Keri, from her knees, trembling and groaning with the effort, who just has enough strength left to roll the still very pale and gasping Kara under the ropes. As Kara curls up on one hip on the apron, dimly aware of the count being tolled over her trembling body, Keri sinks back on her haunches inside the ring, head bowed, sucking air herself. Kara, as brave and dead game a competitor as there ever was, almost mindlessly slithers slowly under the ropes, stopping the count at 19. Keri looks over at her wearily, fighting her own demons, the two young beauties both hunkered down not two feet from each other, gathering themselves for perhaps another titanic confrontation. Meanwhile, Tamara has gingerly shed a slowly recovering Heidi, and wobbles to her feet, staggering over to where Teri, in control but very weary herself, is still laboring to lift a groaning Timmie through the ropes. Tamara drops to her knees next to the sexy leg goddess, wearily pushes on Timmie's tangled leg; and, together, the combo champ and leg goddess finally manage to push the exhausted, but stubbornly resisting, blonde to the apron. Timmie lies on one hip, gathering her strength, starts to slowly slither back under the ropes, in full control of her mental faculties at least, but taking as long as she can under the clock. Tamara and Teri, both taking quick blows, wait for the veteran blonde, twin poisons as it were eager to finish off the dead-game, but very weary Timmie. Meanwhile, Brit, her own once tautly muscled legs now slack and trembling with muscular exhaustion, is keeled over to one side, barely resisting as Kris's beautiful, full, dark thighs have now moved up to chest level, the flexing muscles pushing in on the little blonde's firm breasts, causing Brit to moan loud and long as her sensitive breasts are squeezed together. The little blonde battler, perhaps the most notorious and vicious ring fighter in history, has seemingly reached the end of the line here, ironically suffering at the hands, make that legs, of the sexy all-time great who took so much torment from Brit in the first battle royal two years ago. Kris smiles thinly at Brit's suffering, bearing down, squeezing for all she's worth. The ensnared blonde moans low and long, compact body nearly limp, arms dangling, her beautiful thighs quivering like warm jello. Kris squeezes again, twisting her hips, and Brit flops over to one side in the older blonde's sizzling leg trap, the defending champion's pale blue eyes fixed in a glassy stare, foamy spittle dribbling from her gaping mouth, the agony of defeat etched all over her grimacing face, her twisted, tormented body. The vengeful older blonde squeezes again; and little more than a feeble, gurgling whimper seeps thru Brit's spittle choked lips this time, her spent body twitching and jerking in response. She is, indeed, all but done! Meanwhile, Timmie is back in the ring at 19, but is immediately drug to her feet by slinky Teri; with young Tamara lending a hand as they begin to hoist the still stubbornly resisting, but slowly yielding, blonde up on the corner ropes. In other action, it appears that the once raging brunette, Kat, finally may have been stilled. Sally now has the very wobbly brunette up on her feet, pushing her over the middle strand of ropes before taking a quick breather to gather her own strength; while Kat, still moaning from the after-effects of Sally's killer body scissors, slumps with arms draped over the ropes, head bowed, sturdy legs pawing weakly at the mat behind her. Heidi, very very weak still, but bravely fighting on with everything left in her badly depleted young body, moves over from all fours, and now tries to help Sally lift the big brunette over the top. But Sally, though dominant in the ring the past 6 or 7 minutes, and possessing the best developed legs in the business, is still dangerously depleted herself; and with the enfeebled Heidi providing weak at best assistance from her knees, Sally can't muster the strength on her own to lift the sagging Kat over the top. So, again with Heidi's weak, but game, boost, Sally settles for pushing the flopping brunette roughly to the ring apron, hoping that the weakened, but always dangerous, Kat, is too far gone to beat the 20 second clock. Think again. Kat, though hurting from Sally's pulverizing body scissors, is down but hardly out. She gathers herself on the ring apron, pretending to be more whipped than she really is, even as Sally, perhaps doing the ravaged Heidi a favor, drops to her knees and quickly pushes the enfeebled young brunette under the ropes, poor Heidi rolling with a weary moan to her back right next to the kneeling Kat. Sally, still in the ring, turns away from the apparent carnage she has wrought, wandering with just the slightest wobble in those oaken legs over to re-engage young combo champ, Tamara. Kat, still crouching on all fours on the apron, digs a knee into Heidi's nearest thigh before slipping back through the ropes, leaving the embattled superstar moaning in pain and clutching at the bruised muscle. A ring monitor, seeing her sudden distress, and noting the smug look on Kat's face, questions the big brunette, who fesses up eventually. Interference is called and Heidi, who has been on the apron writhing for maybe 10 seconds or more, is given a fresh 20 second clock. Meanwhile, Sally has been rebuffed in her first attempt at pulling Tamara away from helping Teri, taking a stiff elbow to the gut that drops her to her knees, trying to catch her breath. Tamara turns back to her, though, leaving Teri alone with the embattled Timmie, who is folded over the top rope. With Sally wheezing from the elbow to her gut, head lowered on all fours, Tamara double underhooks her arms and heaves hard to one side, flipping Sally sideways into the bottom strand of ropes and bumping Teri. Teri drops off balance to one knee as Sally's solid body bangs into her lithe frame; and Timmie, no longer being pushed by Teri, slips down inside the ring, bumping into both Teri and Sally on the way down, with one knee catching a glancing blow across Tamara's chin, knocking the young auburn haired beauty to her back. As the four women try to un- tangle, across the ring Heidi, unable to beat the clock on her own, gives a soft whimper as Kat, grabbing the young combo legend's near arm, hauls the ravaged beauty back under the ropes, the clock stopping at 18. Heidi lies on her back after being quizzically "rescued" by her powerful tormentor, groaning weakly as she tries to roll over. Kat, catching her breath next to her, smiles devilishly at the spent younger brunette, sneers tauntingly, "I ain't through with you yet, bitch!" Poor Heidi groans, shudders, the champion's spirit still willing, but the great body so weak, and such a far cry at the moment from the strong, vibrant young superstar who has shone so brightly in the association this past year and a half. Kat laughs haughtily at her feeble writhings, standing now and yanking the terribly weakened young beauty up next to her. Nearby as Kara and Kari, staggering along the ropes in a fateful duel to the finish for the past 2 minutes, finally fall together to their knees, arms interlocked, Kara, gasping and grunting, heaves with all her might and Keri slips over to one hip with a weary groan. Kara, woozy and wobbly herself, gropes wearily at the darker haired teen dream, Keri rolling to her back, but now swinging those big, beautiful legs up and around Kara's torso and squeezing with everything she has left. Kara arches back at first, stifling a small groan as Keri grimaces beneath her, trying to tighten down the body scissors. But now the little blonde dynamo battles back, arms groping, pushing at Keri's sweat slickened, dark thighs encircling her waist. And this time it's Keri rolling her head to and fro, groaning as Kara's plying hands grab at her big, bunched thigh muscles. The muscles quiver and shake, starting to slacken dangerously, the sexy, athletic teen dream yet again battling ragged muscular exhaustion. Kara renews her efforts, fingers twisting and mauling the startlingly rubbery muscles. And now Keri moans loudly as her exhausted legs are pushed apart by Kara, the slack muscles quivering beneath the blonde dynamo's groping fingers as Kara, with a triumphant sigh, easily spreads the weakened limbs out to wide V's. When poor, spent Keri can offer little resistance other than a weak moan of utter despair, Kara drops her forehead down onto the splayed young beauty's stomach, spent from the exertion, but finally, after a long, steamy leg battle, unchallenged from the devastated "teen dream" and her slack, quivering legs. While this on-again/off-again leg duel between two young strong-legged dynamos is playing itself out, other action has seen: A. Timmie land on top of a dazed Teri after the mad tangle of falling bodies, though Teri has recovered quickly enough and battles back with her fabled legs, looping them around Timmie's waist while the older blonde tries to pin her arms back. Now, Timmie is starting to weaken yet again as a clearly fresher, stronger Teri puts the squeeze on. B. A dazed Tamara, having been knocked down by Timmie's crashing knee, gets up to all fours slowly, only to find herself being enveloped by Sally, the larger blonde using pure size to push the young brunette face down on the canvas. But Tamara, as game as they come, stubbornly pushes up to all fours as Sally labors to hold her down. Now Sally is looping her muscled legs around Tamara's smaller, sleeker gams, stretching the young brunette's legs back, finally working her down to the canvas yet again. This time Tamara stays down, for the moment, as Sally, on top but clearly laboring, gasping big gulps of precious air, tries to tighten down her leg lock. C. Kris has rolled a moaning, limp Brit over to her back, and for the past minute or so, has moved her tanned, beautiful legs into position around Brit's weakly trembling smaller and paler legs. Once a venerable leg queen, and still blessed with one of the sexiest pair of gams ever seen in the women's fight game, poor Brit is a pitiful sight now, her fabled legs swallowed up by Kris's dark beauties, the smothered thighs squishy soft and useless. Kris, so very tired herself but driven by a vengeful fury, flexes those big, deeply tanned thigh muscles and poor Brit's splayed body jerks and trembles, her snared legs twitching spasmodically. Spittle dribbles from her gaping mouth; her pale blue eyes are glassy and unfocused, staring blankly up at the ring lights D. Lastly, Kat, rampaging yet again, has propped Heidi up on the corner ropes, looping the young brunette's arms over the ropes on each side of the turnbuckle and has just finished slamming rapid-fire knee shots up into the hearts of each of Heidi's soft, trembling thighs. With each shot, poor Heidi, chin dropped to heaving chest, arches in agony, feeble moans escaping her spittle choked lips. After the last in a terrible series of plundering blows to the devastated beauty, with Heidi sagging forward, limp and trembling, Kat, setting her sturdy legs solidly beneath her, drapes the ragdoll brunette across her broad shoulders and stands up, strong legs wobbling only slightly under the ravaged young beauty's dead weight as she parades around the ring like some conquering lioness displaying her "kill." Even as Kris finally eases up on her smothering leg scissors, catching a quick breather while "wasted" Brit lies limp and quivering beneath her all- woman body, Kara, having caught her breath, now moves to one side of a weakly writhing Keri, and clamps essentially the exact same leg over leg lock on the hapless teen dream, settling her big, thunder thighs in over Keri's soft, useless dark counterparts and squeezing hard. Keri's beautiful legs are all but lifeless within their sinewy prison, her youthful body jerking and writhing spasmodically with each flexing squeeze from Kara's mighty, conquering legs. At least three times, maybe more, these two athletic, strong-legged young beauties have hooked up legs during this sizzling battle royal, with Kara's enduring, muscled wonders out-lasting or out squeezing Keri's each time in the end. Now there is little resistance at all from the rubbery legged wreck of a once vibrant sultry teen dream. Kara's magnificent legs have carried the day, decisively vanquishing the larger, and some would say more heralded, dark gams of the savagely leg whipped young brunette. Elsewhere, another sizzling battle is playing itself out, with Teri's incomparably beautiful, and very deadly, legs having reduced the always game, but terribly weakened, older blonde, Timmie, to a weaving, sagging shadow of the usually fierce and feisty blonde battler she for so long has epitomized. But Sally, having heaped plenty of punishment on young Tamara, now groans wearily, her muscular legs tiring, as Tamara stubbornly pushes up to all fours yet again and starts to crawl toward ring center despite Sally's faltering efforts to break her back down. The bigger blonde, no doubt wondering what it takes to subdue her smaller, but stubbornly resisting foe, still has her fabled "killer" gams wrapped around Tamara; but far from "killing" the auburn haired youngster, Sally's muscled gams are doing little more than holding on now as exhaustion slowly creeps up on the straining muscle fibers. Kat, seeing Tamara hanging tough against a laboring Sally, lays poor Heidi across the nearest corner turnbuckle, no doubt intending to return to her helpless victim at some point, and now moves toward the tangled duo at mid-ring. Meanwhile, Kris has caught her breath enough, sweat dripping from her beautiful body onto Brit's limp, splayed form as she slides up wearily, rolls Brit's head over to one side, leaving the vanquished little blonde's one flushed cheek laying exposed. With a disdainful sneer, the ageless blonde, exacting some sweet payback for all those times, most notably in the steamy end-run to the first battle royal, she has suffered so much torment at Brit's hands, lays one big, full, dark thigh up over Brit's exposed cheek, rubbing the glistening muscle all over the twitching badgirls face. Feeble whimpers escape Brit's lips; mindlessly she turns her face up and laps her tongue across the sweaty, lustrously smooth tanned flesh of Kris's full thigh as it lays over her gaping mouth, the ravaged little blonde's body twitching and spasming uncontrollably now while she melts down into a hazy netherworld of total surrender to her legendary tormentor. There will be no more notorious antics from the usually cocky little blonde, nor will there be a repeat of her battle royal title of two years ago. Sexy Brit is truly done, fittingly overwhelmed in the end by the fabulous bod of ageless wonder, Kris. She, the greatest and sexiest champion the association has ever known, finally pulls back her marauding legs, panting on her knees as she grabs Brit's near arms, dragging the twitching little blonde a foot or so closer to the nearby ropes. She sits down on the other side of the limp beauty; and, extending both legs, pushes on Brit's lithe body, tauntingly rolling her unresisting, conquered victim under the ropes. With Brit laying on her back on the ring apron now, arms draped limply over her head, shapely legs splayed wide, blue eyes glassy and vacantly staring, and unmoving save for the spasmodic tremors still gripping her savagely mauled body, it is clear she is going absolutely nowhere; not in 20 seconds, perhaps not in 2 or even 5 minutes, if she were to be given that much time. She is utterly whipped! While Kris is vengefully, triumphantly finishing off a helpless Brit with a final, smothering leg over face press, Kat, having left poor Heidi yet again slung over the corner ropes, has moved in behind Sally, still astride a lurching, crawling Tamara, and has wrestled the blonde strong-girl off the young brunette, trying to pull Sally back into a double arm bar, with the blonde struggling to escape. Tamara, weary and spent from her own struggles against the bigger blonde, lies over on one hip, catching her breath and trying to get her wits about her as the two brawny beauties battle right next to her sleek, depleted body. And the clock moves to the 50 minute mark, with a ring "legend" (Brit) lying conquered on the ring apron, the association's reigning superstar (Heidi) draped helplessly over the corner turnbuckle, and perhaps the superstar of many tomorrow's, luscious young "teen dream", Keri, smothered between the pillaging "thunder thighs" of saucy little blonde dynamo, Kara. Those three are the worst off of the lot. Seven other women are strewn in varying stages of slightly less distress around the room, their weary bodies rebelling against the exhausting action even as they keep pushing for that coveted title and fat paycheck that is increasingly just a sadly fading dream for Brit, Heidi and Keri. (to be continued)