Battle Royal, part 6 By Jobber Joe The epic battle rages on toward one hour on the match clock The Scene at 50 minutes Ten already eliminated, 9 still in the ring, 1 (Brit) lying helpless on ring apron with count at 13 The previously eliminated women (all removed in first 40 minutes) Judi - 33 year old brunette, veteran, superstar "wannabe" whose early exit will assure she remains so. 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 Jamie - 28 year old blonde, veteran Amy - 19 year old blonde, first of the "kiddie corps" to fall Lona - 34 year old blonde, veteran. Toni - 31 year old blonde - no title for the reigning wrestling champ today Present Positions Sally sucked back in Kat's arms, struggling to wriggle loose after Kat hauled her off Tamara Keri lying on the canvas, dark legs smothered beneath pillaging thunder thighs of blonde dynamo, Kara Teri lying on one hip with leg squeeze on Timmie's torso, the veteran blonde keeled over sideways, head lolling, moaning plaintively Kris hunkered on all fours, catching her breath after rolling Brit under ropes Tamara laying over on one hip, weak and woozy from struggles against Sally Heidi - slung over corner ropes, arms and legs dangling lifelessly after repeated maulings and a humiliating trip around ring on shoulders of marauding brunette, Kat Brit - spread-eagled on ring apron with count at 13, her ravaged body, victim of Kris's vengeful leg assault, limp and twitching, the remaining count over her defeated body merely academic. Conditions of remaining combatants. In good shape, controlling or dominating action (5) Kat, Kara, Teri, Kris, Sally Hanging in (1) Tamara Hurting bad (1) Timmie All but Gone (2) Heidi, Keri Gone - just waiting for the final few ticks of the 20 second clock (1) Brit, the defending battle royal champion Action - Minutes 51-60 The crowd is on its feet, some cheering, other stunned to silence by the incredible sight of blonde beauty, Brit, the defending battle royal champ, and perhaps the most famed and notorious ring fighter in history, lying still on her back on the ring apron. Her celebrated "killer gams" are slack and useless, one splayed limb twitching spasmodically, her pale, blankly staring face turned to one side, foamy gunk seeping steadily out of her gaping mouth. With a loud boisterous count-out by the ringside crowd, "16, 17, 18, 19, 20.. She's History!", the fabled badgirl is summarily eliminated from this Battle Royal, ironically laid waste to, in the end, by the very woman she tormented and humiliated in the steamy end-run of the first battle royal, the incomparable, sexy all-time great wrestling legend, Kris. At 50:07 - Elimination #11 - Brit fails to beat 20 second clock, after being rolled under ropes by Kris Kris just sits there, propped on her haunches, as stunned as anyone in the crowd at the sight of feisty Brit looking so lost and helpless and being counted out. And, with sweet revenge finally hers, but only after a fierce struggle that lasted nearly the entire 50 minutes of ring action so far, Kris, having valiantly dispatched her greatest career nemesis, now has a steep adrenaline drain, shoulders slumped forward, struggling to hold her head up, chest heaving with great gulps of precious air.. She lingers there for a moment or two, then hears the grunts and groans from Teri and Timmie nearby; with Teri's scissored legs working their own cruel magic on the trembling, virtually unresisting body of the lithe blonde veteran. So Kris struggles up to her feet to help the leggy brunette as Teri finally eases up on her devastating scissors and starts to yank the exhausted, weakened Timmie up to her feet. As Teri, with Kris's help, starts to move the weakly moaning Timmie toward the corner ropes, Kara, splendid legs shaking with muscular tension and exhaustion, finally eases up as well on the whimpering, splayed teen dream, Keri, who lies utterly wasted by Kara's conquering thunder thighs. And, over on the other side of the ring, Tamara staggers up to her feet and over to where poor enfeebled Heidi is still slung across the corner ropes upwards of a minute after being deposited there by brawny tormentor, Kat. Once again coming to the rescue of her "idol", the sultry reigning combo champ tenderly grabs at Heidi's left arm dangling down outside the ring, rolls the groaning beauty toward her, half catching Heidi's sagging body as it rolls into her and falls gently to the ring floor, with Tamara taking the brunt of the mutual fall. Tamara is a little stunned, while Heidi is perhaps too far gone to register much of anything save a few feeble moans as she lies face down next to the sexy young brunette, who is now back on all fours, shaking her head wanly after the sudden drop to the canvas. And, while Teri, beautiful legs wobbling but holding just enough, and a suddenly very wobbly Kris struggle to lift Timmie's slumped form up on to the corner ropes, Kat and Sally are still locked in a muscle woman showdown near mid-ring; with Kat holding on to a tentative double arm bar, but unable, for the moment, to halt Sally's desperate push up to her feet. As Sally tries to wriggle free, Kat walks the struggling blonde forward, fingers digging into Sally's biceps, pushing her chest first into the coarse ropes. Sally howls, twists and writhes, yanking one arm free, then turning into the big brunette, who is crowding her along the ropes. The blonde fitness queen manages to loop her arms around Kat's solidly planted legs as the brunette crowds her. There is a brief stalemate, Sally, arms trembling, trying to upend her dark-haired foe, Kat trying to sprawl out, force the athletic blonde strong-girl face down on the canvas. They strain and grunt while behind them Timmie gasps as she teeters precariously, slung over the top corner ropes, with Teri lifting her near leg; Kris, wobbling horribly, but trying doing her part to help, pushing on Timmie's side. Finally, Timmie gasps low and long, and grudgingly yields, rolling over the top turnbuckle and down to the apron with an anguished cry. Plopping down to all fours outside the ring, dazed and exhausted and not yet comprehending that she's out of the competition, the veteran blonde campaigner lingers on all fours, head bowed, then raises up, groping at the nearby ropes as if to pull herself back into the ring, only to fall back weakly, her head coming to rest on Brit's tummy; with the little blonde badgirl still lying where she'd been rolled over a minute before by the ageless blonde legend, Kris. These two veteran battlers, notorious allies in the first battle royal, have come up short in the replay two years later; both putting up valiant efforts, but now forced to watch the rest of the battle from the sidelines. At 51:37 - Elimination #12 - Timmie lifted over top by Teri, assisted by Kris Back at the titanic struggle between two brawny strong-women, a sudden loud, anguished gasp escapes Sally's lips as her trembling arms start to slip down Kat's taut hamstrings, the big, rugged brunette grinning wearily as she senses her strapping foe slowly giving way. Kat sprawls back even more, her solid legs spread wide, the taut muscles in her rippling hamstrings tearing away at Sally's faltering grip while she pushes Sally's head down, the athletic blonde's chest dipping dangerously close to the ring floor. Kat digs deeper, strong legs firmly planted behind her, pushes up, then drops down hard across the head and shoulders of the straining blonde. Sally groans again, louder, despairing, her hands slipping away from Kat's unyielding hamstrings as she sinks groaning face down to the grimy canvas. Kat, with a quick, lusty cry of triumph, spins half around the slumped blonde beauty, roughly pushing Sally sideways as her spent foe tries to push back up to all fours. Sally sinks down to one hip with a very weary moan, the vaunted strong-girl having met her match, and then some, in this telling test of strength, stunningly yielding while Kat muscles her around from up top. Kat now cinches up that elusive double arm bar that she failed to get earlier, meeting less and less resistance from the rapidly weakening blonde. Yanking her faltering foe's arms fully back now and clamping them into a tight bar, she grins wearily as an anguished moan escapes Sally's lips. Taking command of the fast fading blonde, Kat slowly slides back, pulling Sally's head and chest off the canvas and sitting back against the ropes. Sally, still caught in the brunette's unyielding arm bar, struggles futilely to bring her knees up under her as she sags back against her dark haired tormentor, despairing at her inability to break free of the powerful brunette. Kat, shifts over to one hip, roughly shoving Sally down against the lower ropes next to her. The embattled blonde strong-girl, her upper body all but immobilized in Kat's powerful grip, kicks her big beautiful legs out, pawing desperately at the canvas floor in yet another futile attempt to wriggle free. Kat swings her strong, sturdy legs up around the blonde's waist, snaps her ankles together and thrusts her legs down as she flexes her tautly muscled thighs, drawing a long, anguished moan from the snared blonde, whose desperate writhings are growing ever more feeble. Kat continues mauling the badly weakened blonde along the ropes, imposing her shocking, savage dominance over the devastated combo superstar. Meanwhile, across the ring, Kara, who has toyed with a limp Keri for the past few minutes, her conquering legs roving unchecked over Keri's slack beauties, encircling and squeezing Keri's torso almost playfully, now gets up, arm dragging the feebly moaning young teen dream up to a hunkered crouch before her. Continuing to drag the wasted beauty one armed the few remaining feet to the ropes, Kara easily pushes the slack bodied young brunette half thru the ropes, scoots behind to lift Keri's trailing leg, her fingers digging deep into the now squishy soft dark flesh of Keri's full thigh muscle. Poor Keri barely responds, guttural moans escaping her spittle choked lips. Kara slides the rubbery leg, reduced to this state by her mighty "thunder thighs", easily over and past the ropes, as Keri rolls to one hip on the apron, the count, perhaps her last in this failing battle, beginning over the devastated "teen dream." Kara, drained from the sizzling leg battle, takes a well earned break from her labors while Keri rolls over slowly, pushing up shakily while still hunkered down on one hip. The dazed, enfeebled teenaged beauty gropes weakly at the ropes, loops one arm briefly around the coarse fibers, tries to pull herself forward; but the arm shakes violently, too weak to budge her slack, wasted body. Her fight is over! She falls to her back in a classic position of total surrender, arms flung behind her head, which is tilted over to one side, her luscious, athletic young body shuddering and trembling. The 20 second clock expires with barely a whimper from the defeated 18 year old brunette. At 54:42 - Elimination #13 - Keri fails to beat 20 second sec clock after being pushed thru ropes by Kara While Kara has been finishing off Keri and Kat continues to maul a gasping, moaning Sally along the ropes, Teri has moved in on Tamara, leaving Kris and Heidi with rather lengthy periods alone, from which they try to gather their strengths. Kris has finally moved in on Heidi, who is just now getting back to all fours and the two of them, leggy young brunette and sexy ageless blonde, roll across the ring together, each reduced by battle fatigue to mere shadows of the legends they are. Kat, after maybe a half dozen or more randomly spaced, leg thrusts, big boned legs slamming into Sally's snared body, the flexing thigh muscles shimmering with sensual power, stunningly overwhelming the ravaged "Ms. Super Bod", finally pulls her marauding legs back from Sally's torso and stands up, smirking triumphantly. She drags a very weak and woozy looking Sally up with her along the ropes. Poor Sally, usually the very picture of strength and vitality herself, but looking increasingly, startlingly vulnerable as Kat has mauled her with savage glee these past few minutes, sags helplessly in Kat's arms, legs wobbling, barely writhing as Kat sucks her into a standing front bearhug. The brawny brunette is getting ready, it appears, to heave the wobbly, woozy blonde legend up and over the ropes. But just then, Kara, re-engaging after her stunning leg conquest of teen dream, Keri, makes a bull rush in, lowering her shoulder to plow into Kat's exposed right side. Howling at the sudden hit from the battering ram blonde, Kat sits down hard on the middle strand of ropes, still holding the sagging Sally in her arms. Kara, seeing an opportunity to take two big, strong women out at once, crowds the stunned brunette some more, pushing her back through the ropes. Kat falls back, legs looped over the middle strand, Sally on top of her, groaning, starting to struggle more now. Sally's weight laying on her, combined with Kara's bullying tactics, make the dangling brunette lose her tenuous leg grip and she falls back finally, Sally rolling away from her on to the apron as well. 20 second clocks are put on both women, with Kat on one hip shaking her head wanly; while Sally lies on her back, still terribly weakened from Kat's mauling. Kat takes a quick blow, then starts crawling through the ropes at about the 12 count, while Sally is also on all fours, one big leg slung over the lower rope. Kara, stoked up and ready to tear into whomever gets back in the ring first, pushes too close, brushing Sally's looped leg and knocking the still woozy bigger blonde back down to one hip. Sally is given a much needed new 20 second clock as Kat makes her way into the ring, stopping the clock at 15 and immediately set in upon by the feisty little blonde. Teri and Tamara are still locked in a tight duel, legs and arms grappling for position as they lie side by side on the ring floor, both young beauties feeling the effects of the nearly hour long battle at this point, their movements slowed by numbing exhaustion. And Heidi and Kris likewise are moving very sluggishly, wrestling from their knees; though the ageless blonde appears to be a bit stronger than her young foe, Heidi having suffered so long and terribly at Kat's hands, and, before that, being sapped by Sally's long, long body squeeze. And now Kara and Kat crash to the canvas together, with Kara getting her "thunder thighs" locked on Kat's torso; but with the bigger brunette bucking and thrashing for all she's worth. While all this is going on, Sally, given new life by the extended clock, slips through the ropes somewhat quietly. Sally is back in the ring, indeed, but hurting bad in more ways than one, weakened by Kat's attack just a short while ago, and also no doubt embarrassed at being muscled around so by the brawny brunette. Still haunting her as well, at least the parts she can remember, have to be the images of that gruesome day in the ring against Kat in the All Star Boxing classic. There in the fourth round was the great and proud three time boxing champ, Sally, laying helplessly on the ropes, head lolling sickeningly, arms dropped to her side, while Kat's slashing fists left her out on her feet, a weaving wreck as the bell almost cruelly saved her for at least one more round. Soon enough, only a scant minute into the next round actually, the doomed champion lay once again on those same ropes, bloodied and battered to a stuporous, twitching pulp; while the ref pulled the rampaging brunette away from her ravaged body to spare the beaten champion further grave, bodily harm. Few who were there that day can ever forget that shocking image of the savagely beaten, completely kayoed blonde, then generally regarded as the greatest boxing champion in history, clunking face down and twitching at the feet of the unknown brunette within a split second after Kat was pulled back from the helpless champion. It was a shattering defeat for this proud, athletic beauty, affected her greatly, both physically and emotionally for months afterward. But she has battled doggedly to get back to the lofty levels of excellence and dominance she once enjoyed before Kat's slashing fists nearly took it all away. So now, seeking revenge for that beating perhaps, not to mention the humiliating mauling she's just endured at Kat's hands here, the weakened, but still dead game, blonde joins the fight with Kara, looping her wondrous legs around Kat's wildly flailing legs and helping to slow down the big brunette. With Kara squeezing her torso and Sally at least holding on down below, if not putting a sizzling hot leg over leg squeeze on at this stage of the battle, Kat's fury ebbs slowly. Though still far from done, the brawny brunette, despite her raging dominance at times in this battle, can't overcome the twin double-teaming legs of Kara and Sally. Kat seems to finally be running out of steam, winded, groaning loudly and barely struggling at length as Sally, recovering more and more of her old competitive fire and strength, begins to crank up the leg pressure on the snared brunette. Kara, for her part, rakes her taut, muscled legs, legs that have, at various times in this battle already reduced both "leg goddess" Teri and strong-legged "teen dream" Keri to helplessly writhing victims, up and down across Kat's flattened chest and compressed ribcage. Her "thunder thighs" soon have Kat gaping for air, her writhing rapidly diminishing until she's only weakly squirming, breaths coming in rasping gulps in between Kara's punishing leg flexes; while her sturdy legs are now completely immobilized between Sally's muscular pair. It doesn't look good for the brunette, but those powerhouse legs of Kara and Sally also have nearly an hour of physical baggage on their muscled visages. And neither young woman looks exactly rock solid as they finally ease up on their twin leg squeezes and attempt to lift Kat's solid body up along the ropes. Though Kat, still gasping and wheezing and very rubbery legged at this moment, is struggling very little, sagging heavily in the arms of her twin tormentors, the two younger women soon give up hope of hefting the big brunette up and over, instead choosing to dump her through the ropes. As Kat rolls to all fours, head hung low, trying to catch her breath and get her wits about her, Sally, drained by the effort, drops to her haunches inside the ring, standing guard, as it were, over the embattled, but still dangerous, brunette. Kara, slightly fresher perhaps, if only marginally so, than Sally, goes over to where Tamara and Teri are grappling wearily on the canvas, with sultry combo queen Tamara slowly gaining a small advantage over the leggy brunette, now kneeling over Teri, who is sitting back against the ropes, arms shaking as she tries to hold off the seemingly stronger young combo champ. Kara, with several old scores to settle against slinky Teri, needs little persuasion from Tamara to pitch in in an effort to eliminate the still gamely battling, but very tired, leg champion. While this is taking place, Kat, really laboring now herself, has managed to swing her tired legs over the lower rope and roll into the ring with the count at 19. She crouches there on all fours and is immediately set upon by Sally, the blonde strong-girl pushing Kat's head down and double under-hooking the big brunette from the front. While these new dynamics are taking place, ageless legend Kris still holds the advantage over an already well-worked over and terribly weakened Heidi. The older blonde, knowing she doesn't have a lot left in the tank herself, wants to end it right now, finally staggering to her feet after holding a spent Heidi in a schoolgirl straddle pin for maybe a half minute or more. She wearily arm drags the weakly moaning young brunette. Stumbling along on her knees, with one arm wobbling in an attempt to stay upright and resist, the other held high by the beautiful blonde wrestling legend, Heidi, as brave a battler as has ever been seen in the modern fight game, appears to have just about run out of time. Kris, wobbling horribly herself, somehow still manages to drag Heidi ever closer to the ropes. Teri is moaning loudly now as, slumped in Tamara's arms, with Kara lifting her one leg, she is being hoisted up along the ropes. Pressed back to the ropes, teetering off balance as Kara lifts one leg high and Tamara reaches one arm down to lift the other, Teri lays her head back, moaning softly as she lingers on the edge of oblivion. But Kara slips slightly on the sweat drenched floor, her grip on Teri's tawny leg loosening; and now the desperate leg goddess, summoning all her remaining strength and resolve, grimaces as she takes a calculated gamble, swinging her beautiful legs up and encircling Tamara's waist. While Tamara and Kara still wrestle with the embattled leg goddess, Teri, Sally, finally, after a long-struggle, manages to flip Kat to her back and is now bodying up the fallen brunette, using her big muscular thighs to push against and shove Kat under the ropes. The count begins on Kat yet again as Sally, in the ring, flings her arms over the middle ropes, sucking big gulps of air. The 1 hour mark passes with Kat still slumped on all fours on the apron, one arm slung over the lower rope, straining to lift her near leg up, and just managing to loop it over the rope as well. The ring announcer blares the updated info to all remaining wrestlers that Involuntary Removals starting now merit a 30 second clock as we begin the 2nd hour of this marathon battle royal with six very weary women still battling inside, and another struggling gamely to get back in from the ring apron. (to be continued)