Battle Royal, part 7 By Jobber Joe (jobberboy2002@yahoo.com) Two great ones succumb as the battle royal moves into its second hour The scene at one hour: 13 women have been eliminated, 6 women are presently in the ring, 1 (Kat) is struggling to get back in with the clock running down Eliminated previously: 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 Eliminated in past 10 minutes Brit - 32 year old blonde, first battle royal champion - no repeat for notorious ring legend today as she succumbs to vengeful Kris, failing to beat 20 second clock after fearsome mat mauling Timmie - 38 year old dark blonde - another great veteran is lifted over top by Teri, assisted by Kris Keri - 18 year old brunette - "Teen Dream" no match in the end for Kara, failing to beat her 20 second clock after being savagely leg whipped by "thunder-thighed" little blonde Present Positions of seven remaining wrestlers: Kat struggling to get back into the ring, with count already at 13 Sally slumped on her haunches inside ring after rolling Kat through to the ring apron Tamara and Kara working to lift Teri over the ropes Kris on her feet, wobbling, as she tries to drag a spent Heidi to the ropes Action - Minutes 60 through 75 There are but seven left now, but it's really a miracle any of them can still summon the strength to carry on with the increasingly desperate battle. Some have survived on skill, some with strength, others with sheer willpower as their bodies started to give way, still others with nothing but pure luck at times. But all are still alive, more or less, and forcing tired limbs and aching bodies toward that ultimate goal, the battle royal title and the $5,000 payoff to the winner. Among the final seven are reigning Association Champs Tamara (combo), Heidi (boxing) and Teri (leg grappling). Also still alive is "Ms. Superbod", Sally, along with Heidi the "other", albeit troubled, reigning Superstar in the Association. Joining these four illustrious reigning champs and superstars are the ever enduring little thunder-thighed blonde, Kara, the ageless wrestling legend, Kris, and the brawny newcomer, Kat. There are three blondes, Kris, Kara and Sally, three brunettes, Kat, Heidi, and Teri, and one auburn haired beauty in the person of dazzling young Tamara. They range in age from 20 year old Kara to 45 year old wonder, Kris. In between on the age scale are Tamara-21, Heidi-22, Teri-25, Sally-27, and Kat-35. It is hard to tell who is best or worst off among these seven survivors. Maybe five minutes ago one might have started writing the winner's check out to the brawling brunette, Kat; but that was before she met up with the vengeful double- team from Kara and Sally. Now, the would-be champion lies draped over the ropes, still on the ring apron, and facing shocking elimination if she can't will her sturdy body back into the ring in the next seven seconds. You can't count her out just yet; she's been too dominant too often when inside the ring. But as of this very moment the best bets to garner the Battle Royal Title may well be Kara, Tamara and/or Teri, all young, resilient, fit and determined battlers; and all, ironically, presently entangled, with Kara and Tamara doing their best to assure that the list of young prospects is reduced to just two. The remaining superstars, Sally, and most particularly, Heidi, have been marked women in the ring, both suffering greatly at times; but both surviving to this point with a combination of raw talent, strength, moxie, and, yes, luck. They've been down, in Heidi's case "way down", or "way up", if you look literally at her being tossed over the corner turnbuckle, not once, but twice by brawny Kat; but they're still battling with everything their great bodies have left. The seventh woman, the indomitable ageless beauty, Kris, is clearly the sentimental favorite; though she faces long odds after so badly depleting her great body in that epic struggle to vanquish her great nemesis, Brit. But, like Heidi and Sally, you can't count her out completely just yet. So they go into a second hour of wrestling. Kat, so strong and dominating for much of this long battle, now struggles with her own personal demons, straddling the lower ropes with her legs, pushing desperately in an attempt to get back in it. As Kat teeters precariously, half in, half out of the ring, with the count all the way to 17, Sally, on all fours still and raising her head at the commotion next to her along the ropes, shuffles awkwardly forward, her shoulder brushing Kat's near leg. Though the contact is unintentional, and certainly not a factor in Kat's struggles to get back in, the match referee sees it and steps forward quickly, stopping the clock on Kat at 19, calling interference on Sally and giving the brunette a fresh clock, this one a 30 second clock since we've now passed the hour mark. Given new life, a formerly despairing Kat smiles wanly, lingers with one leg still looped over the ropes, buying nearly a half minute more bonus time to recover in, while Sally sinks back down, head lowered again, disbelieving that she's been so careless as to give the brawny brunette a new clock. Without her careless mistake, the embattled, but seemingly still dangerous, brunette would most assuredly be eliminated. Meanwhile, Teri, battling to perhaps the bitter end, just manages to tuck down below the upper strand of ropes as Kara provides a final, quick spurt of lift on her left leg, prying Teri's clinging legs away from Tamara's torso. As Teri falls back through the ropes, her knees bend, hooking her legs on the middle strand. Tamara and Kara both pry them loose and the sexy leg goddess tumbles to her back on the apron, the 30 second clock beginning. While Teri tumbles to the apron, Kris has finally managed to lift Heidi's leaden legs free of the ropes, and the legendary combo queen tumbles to the apron as well as Kris slumps back on her haunches, spent by the effort. At nearly the same time, Kat, given the benefit of that extended count, slips back into the ring and is immediately set upon by Sally, turning into her from her knees. While Teri and Heidi, both hunkered on all fours on the apron, try to dig deep for the strength and resolve to stay in it, Kat, still alive but twice removed by blonde muscle girl, Sally, in the past few minutes and looking very battle weary, appears to be yielding yet again to the resurgent combo legend. But as Sally, on her knees, goes for a double underhook on the big brunette slumped on all fours before her, Kat, battling gamely to the very end, somehow manages to sneak both hands down to Sally's near calf, pulling the leg out just enough to upset the blonde's center of balance. With a surprised yelp, Sally drops back to one hip, Kat wearily crowding her from on top now. Sally manages to push up to all fours; then, slowly pulling away from the groping brunette, stands up, albeit a bit shakily, trying to drag her foe up to fling her through the ropes. But Kat resists, up on her feet courtesy of Sally, back pressed to the ropes, arm grappling with the sexy blonde powerhouse. While Kat and Sally face yet another showdown in their see saw personal battle, Teri slips through the ropes, set on first by Kara; as Tamara appears distracted by action across the ring, where Heidi barely struggles back in, the waiting Kris sluggishly corralling the young brunette in an over the back body hug from her knees. Tamara, who has come to "idol" Heidi's aid several times already, does so again, wandering over on somewhat heavy legs to pull the veteran blonde off her intended victim. As Kris and Tamara tumble to the canvas, embattled Heidi lays back against the ropes, chest heaving, long shapely legs splayed out, trying desperately to recoup her strength and resolve. It becomes ever more acutely a battle for survival as seven desperately tired women will their depleted bodies on, fighting exhausted muscles and severely tested mental resolves. Kris and Tamara are lying side by side on the padded canvas floor; the older blonde and young brunette are a generation apart in age and experience, but battle the same demons as they grapple wearily with heavy legs and arms. Sultry Heidi, the long suffering Superstar, sits slumped back against the ropes not five feet away from the two entangled beauties. Across the ring Kara and Teri have also tumbled to the canvas, with Teri managing to loop her sleek, celebrated gams around the waist of the shorter blonde as they renew their long, on again/off again personal battle. Meanwhile, still on their feet are the dueling strong-girls, Sally and Kat, with Kat, battling doggedly and with right hand gripping Sally's left forearm, the other locked claw to claw with Sally's fingers, managing to twist sideways along the ropes and pull the great blonde against the ropes next to her. They continue to grapple ferociously, if wearily, Sally planting her big, muscular legs, trying again to muscle Kat into and through the ropes. But Kat, sturdy legs wobbling ever so slightly, stumbles, but doesn't lose her position, shoulder bouncing off the springy ropes as she turns back into her blonde foe. Gasps and grunts escape their open mouths as they push and pull against one another. Kat now moves her right hand up, fingers digging into Sally's sweaty biceps and pushes. The blonde strong-girl groans, moves back a half step, those big, beautiful legs, like Kat's, also wobbling slightly. Kat grunts with the effort, fingers really digging into Sally's biceps now, the sweat drenched muscle contorting and trembling beneath her plying fingers as Sally groans. Kat pushes again, the younger blonde stepping back along the ropes further, legs wobbling noticeably. Kat, gasping, grimacing, but digging deep for every last bit of strength, yanks her left hand away from Sally's right hand, now grabs the blonde's other biceps, pushes again, squeezing both upper arms . Sally groans in anguish, stumbles back 2, 3 steps, legs very shaky, trying to hold on, but slowly yielding to the brawny brunette. Kat has her pressed back to the corner turnbuckle now, fingers really digging into trembling, fast softening biceps, crowding the faltering blonde superstar against the corner ropes. Sally groans loudly again, tries to push the marauding brunette away, but Kat is not to be denied. The big brunette flings Sally's left arm up high, muscling the fading legend around, laying the arm out sideways across the top ropes. Sally tries to fight back, big legs pawing at the canvas in a desperate attempt to drive Kat back, but the rampaging brunette, her own sturdy legs firmly planted behind her, leans in, smothering the struggling blonde. Sally's wondrous legs are wobbling horribly now, knees buckling as Kat drags her right arm out sideways as well, the rapidly weakening blonde now with both arms draped over the top rope. She groans as Kat leans in closer, bumping chests, grunting. Sally's athletic body sags down on its rope prison, stretching the spread, draped arms tortuously amidst anguished moans from the fading superstar. Her fabulous legs are splayed wide, buckling weakly, the big thigh muscles soft and quivering as Kat's churning legs, tautly muscled thighs, press out against hers. Poor Sally looks overwhelmed, out-muscled and stunningly overpowered by the rampaging brunette as Kat briefly pauses from her steamy all-out assault, leaning into the trembling blonde, with Sally's head drooped wearily forward, chin resting on Kat's broad right shoulder. Kat catches her breath slightly, then digs in, trying to lift Sally's sagging body up; but her own muscled legs betray the exhausting rigors of this battle, shaking and trembling; and the big brunette, for the moment, gives up any thought of an over the top removal of her spent rival. Instead, she steps back just a bit, takes a deep, ragged breath, and bodies up the sagging blonde, legs pushing strongly, roughly shoving the moaning beauty with both hands on Sally's right shoulder. Sally groans, stutter steps sideways along the ropes, big, beautiful thighs quaking with rubbery exhaustion, stumbles, knees buckling, loops one arm over the top rope to keep from going down, sways on the ropes, head nodding wearily. Kat moves in, bearhugging the embattled blonde, pressing her stunning advantage. Sally writhes weakly, sagging in Kat's strong arms, legs dangling down between the brunette's own solidly planted, tautly muscled legs. Kat, still foregoing an over the top removal attempt as well as, for the moment, a straight through the rope push, slips in behind the sagging blonde. Now she works into a rear bearhug, meeting weak resistance at best from the fading beauty, easily lifting Sally's arms to clamp taut forearms around the blonde's upper abdomen, really muscling her young victim around while pushing poor Sally out toward ring center. Sally's wondrous legs, usually so tautly muscled and surging with athletic strength and endurance, are wobbling horribly, the thigh muscles slack and quivering. She has seemingly "hit the wall". Kat, in an adrenaline fueled rage, is dominating the legendary strong-girl like perhaps no one ever has before, at least in the wrestling arena. The ravaged blonde stumbles along while the big brunette muscles her forward with savage impunity. Sally can barely stand, legs buckling with each wobbly step, but still Kat pushes her forward until the weak and woozy blonde, rubbery legs melting away, slumps down to her knees at mid-ring. Kat keeps a hold of the spent blonde's arms, yanking them swiftly back into a painful double arm bar while jamming her right foot into the small of Sally's back. The blonde beauty arches in agony, head lolling, spittle dribbling from her gaping mouth, eyes glassy and dull. In her present state, shockingly she is no match for the big, raging brunette; and seldom, if ever, before today has it ever been said that "Ms. Super-Bod" was "overmatched" by anyone. Sadly, that appears to be the case now. The ringside fans are standing as one as this steamy spectacle, the destruction of a storied blonde strong-girl, plays itself out. some are cheering lustily, many others are stunned to near silence or shocked gasps at the savage ferocity with which Kat is out-muscling the most dominant combo wrestler of all time. Kat keeps jamming the foot in there, Sally's splendid, athletic body arching, feebly writhing in agony. Finally, the ravaging brunette pulls her foot back, but holds on to Sally's stretched back arms; and the devastated blonde beauty hangs slack bodied in her powerful tormentor's arms, head lolling limply, spittle dribbling in a steady stream to the padded canvas between her slack, quivering thighs. It is all but over for the great blonde, having been shockingly overpowered in this steamy end-run; but Kat is having too much fun to quit now. While this steamy slaughter is going on, developments elsewhere have seen Tamara finally roll up on an absolutely spent Kris, the greatest wrestling champion in association history having given her utmost here today, pushing her aged, but still formidable and incredibly sexy, body to the absolute limits of physical endurance and beyond. But sultry Tamara, calling on the resilience of youth, is simply too strong for the exhausted blonde, straddling poor Kris as the beautiful blonde legend lies spread- eagled on the canvas, big, tanned legs kicking weakly, helplessly. And Teri, drawing on the magical reserves in her sleek, celebrated gams, has managed to roll a gasping, still ensnared Kara to her back while she continues to torment the spunky little blonde with her devastating body scissors. Yet, when Teri's wondrous legs approach their own limits of muscular tension, the calves cramping slightly, she has to ease up on the splayed Kara, who just lies there for the moment gaping for air. While Teri reaches forward, groaning, feverishly massaging her twitching calf muscles, Heidi, having caught a much needed break for at least a couple minutes now, moves over, dragging Kara up by one arm and moving the wobbly little blonde toward the ropes. Seeing Heidi struggling with the smaller, but solidly built blonde, Teri hobbles up, still gimpy legged, moves over to help out. Together the two beauties start to hoist Kara up, but the feisty little blonde, weakened but still battling, kicks and thrashes desperately, refusing to go quietly. Still, a somewhat rested Heidi and a strong, if cramping, Teri, manage to lift the writhing blonde halfway up, but can get no further. Heidi holds her there with Kara's butt resting on the middle strand, squeezing the little blonde in a bear hug while Teri loops both legs around Kara's dangling leg. Grimacing at the still twitching calf muscles, the sleek, leggy brunette squeezes Kara's left thigh, both squeezes high and low by Heidi and Teri intended to further weaken the embattled little blonde. The double squeeze does lessen Kara's frantic writhing to just a few tortured jerks of her tormented body; but is it enough? Weary and winded from the effort, Heidi and Teri decide now's the time and roughly push the moaning blonde back through the ropes, Kara clumping down hard on her back on the apron and just lying there for a few moments, spread-eagled, as the 30 second clock begins. While Heidi and Teri slump back down, Teri still massaging her twitching calf and Heidi still trying to recoup her strength after the torment she's been put through in this battle, thunder thighed Kara, an inspired battler throughout, suddenly faces elimination as she stirs slowly from her back, those powerfully muscled legs startlingly weak and rubbery looking as she struggles to turn over, pushing shakily up to all fours at 18. As she fights her own personal battle, slowly inching under the ropes, two other blonde beauties are suffering as well, poor Kris gaping on her back, legs spread, arms slung back over her head while sultry Tamara pulls up from her smothering body press to catch her breath. And Sally, the venerable strong-girl with those impossibly sculpted powerhouse legs, is now rolled easily to her back at ring center by her dark haired tormentor, poor Sally, spent and out of fight, flopping limply while Kat loops her own well muscled legs around Sally's slack quivering thighs and bears down hard, smothering the blonde's fabled gams with devastating power rippling through her own tautly muscled thighs. The big brunette is like a raging tigress toying with her helpless victim, her alluring "play-toy" none other than the sexy, athletic young woman once regarded as the most dominant combo fighter ever in the association. She is a far cry from that now, submissively offering up that wondrous, conquered, body for the lusty "Kat Woman" to feast on. Now, a weary and worn, but still stubbornly defiant, Kara, slips through the ropes, stopping the clock at 28 seconds.. Heidi, still on all fours, is slow to react; but Teri turns immediately getting up somewhat stiffly and moving in on the hunkered blonde. Kara, breathing hard, sees Teri moving in and instinctively rolls to her back, powerfully muscled legs pulled back to her chest. Teri starts to drop on her just as Kara coils those power-packed legs up and the weary, but dead game, little blonde, just manages to push one knee up into Teri's gut as the slinky beauty drops down. The well-timed knee catches Teri right in the bread-basket; and with a loud gasp Teri falls back, clutching at her gut, fighting for gaping breaths of air while Heidi, re-engaging now, falls over the little blonde. While Teri tries to catch her breath after Kara's surprise knee jab, and Heidi and Kara are now entangled arms and legs on the canvas, Kris has rolled over to one hip with Tamara loosely straddling her from her knees, still breathing hard. The great blonde has fought brilliantly here, mostly against much younger women, some, like Tamara, barely half her age; but she knows she has little left in the tank as she struggles to get up to all fours. In a shaky crouch under Tamara's loose ride, Kris starts to inch forward, groaning with the excruciating effort; but Tamara, re-connecting after her short blow, pushes forward sleek legs hooking the older blonde's dark, trembling limbs and stretching them back as she easily forces the exhausted legend face down yet again. Kris just lies there, head turned to one side, an anguished look on her flushed face as she tries to force spent, rubbery muscles to action. Though the mind is willing, that great, sexy body is terribly weak. It is almost over for the valiant wrestling legend. As Teri, having caught her breath, rejoins the attack on double-teamed Kara, out near ring center Sally's anguished cries have been reduced to weak gasps of utter helplessness as she lies submissively on her back, big muscled legs slack from rubbery exhaustion, the quivering soft thighs stunningly, absolutely swallowed up by Kat's taut and rippling domineering legs. She is a pitiful sight, that athletic body jerking and twitching with spasmodic tremors as Kat continues to use and abuse the rag-doll blonde for her own lusty pleasure. Teri and Heidi have Kara up again, the two darker haired beauties struggling with the feisty little blonde who, though out-numbered, absolutely refuses to quit. Meanwhile, Tamara has hooked Kris's arms with hers while straddling the spent blonde legend, now strains to lift Kris's upper torso up, duck walking forward with the bedraggled older woman sagging in her arms beneath her, Kris's big, beautiful tanned legs dragging lifelessly behind her as Tamara struggles toward the ropes. And that pillaging brunette, wild woman Kat, has finally ceased her punishing leg squeeze on a devastated, limp and twitching Sally, and is tauntingly one-arm dragging the moaning blonde toward the ropes as well. Kara is now being bodied up along the ropes by bigger brunette, Heidi, while Teri lifts one of the little blonde's legs. But Kara, though outnumbered, battles desperately to stay in it, looping her legs around Heidi's waist as the two brunettes slowly lift her up. Though a good deal of the strength in those muscled beauties has been drained out in the past hour, Kara's desperate body scissors at least slows the double-teaming attack some. Kara is still holding out stubbornly, clinging to the top strand of ropes with both arms even as Teri and Heidi slowly pry her wrapped legs from around Heidi's torso. But over across the ring poor Kris is not so fortunate, now draped chest first over the lower ropes and moaning weakly as Tamara, behind her, lifts her leaden legs up, literally sliding the near helpless blonde legend over that rope and on to the apron. Tamara, sits back down a bit woozily inside the ring, spent from her labors while Kris lies in a crumpled heap on the apron for a moment or so, before groping weakly, trying to pull herself back into the ring. Meanwhile, a third embattled blonde is being pushed under the ropes, Kat having dropped her limp victim, Sally, like a sack of garbage against the ropes. The brawny brunette sits back, tauntingly pushing with both feet, her heels sinking deep into Sally's big, squishy soft thighs while the enfeebled blonde moans plaintively, arms draped over her head as she rolls under the ropes. By this time, Kris, amazingly perhaps, is still battling to stay in it, having looped one arm and one heavy leg over the dipping lower rope. With a loud groan, pushing with what little strength she still has left, the exhausted blonde rolls into the ring, stopping the clock at 29. She may be down, her great, though aging, body, may have virtually abandoned her; but the sexy legend, scarred for so long by that humiliating melt-down against Kris in the first battle royal, is seemingly determined to fight to the very end this time. Sadly, that end appears to be very near, no matter how much this courageous beauty may wish it not to be so. Tamara gets ready to go back to work on the trembling, near helpless blonde hunkered bravely before her; but suddenly Teri, telling Heidi to just dump Kara through the ropes, leaves her recent co-conspirator and moves over to help embattled co-worker, Kris, pulling Tamara back. The young combo queen, startled, instinctively swings an arm back, her elbow catching Teri flush on the jaw and dropping her dazed to her back in a flash. Meanwhile, with yet another anguished cry, Kara slips back between the middle and upper strands, crumpling to the apron and perhaps finally out of fight; perhaps not! While Heidi, on her knees inside the ring, watches stupefied, Kara defiantly raises up at 15, pulling herself clear up to admittedly shaky feet while still on the apron, and listens calmly to the count go past 20 before beginning to re-enter the ring. While this little melodrama is being carried out, Tamara has drug a dazed Teri to the ropes and is preparing to roll her under as Kris, still slumped on all fours, re-engages and tugs on one of the young brunette's legs, slowing her progress in dumping the weakly moaning, half conscious Teri out. And, in a stunning continuing saga across from the tangled trio, Kat has just deliberately drug a helpless Sally under the ropes, stopping the clock on Sally at 27. Dragging the limp blonde up to horribly wobbly feet, with Sally so weak she is being held up only by Kat's strong arms looped under her shoulders, Kat squeezes the enfeebled beauty hard, laughing huskily as Sally's head lolls back, arms dangling at sweaty flanks, foamy spittle dribbling down both sides of her gaping mouth. Just then, another anguished cry goes out as Teri is rolled under the ropes by a tired, sweaty, but exultant, Tamara, standing even as Kris's arms are draped around one thigh. And Kara is back in the ring, huddled on all fours as Heidi somewhat wearily sets in on her again, trying to drag the hunkered blonde out of her defensive shell. With Teri still dazed on the apron, the count at 8, Tamara turns back to the feebly pawing Kris, almost gently lifting the spent legend up a bit now and draping her over the ropes to begin another attempt at removing the helpless blonde. But before she can begin to lift the slack bodied older blonde, Teri, shaking off the cobwebs, attracts Tamara's attention as she wobbles to her feet and straddles the ropes while falling heavily back into the ring, stopping the clock at 29. Elsewhere, Heidi has Kara stretched out now, looping her legs around the embattled little blonde's torso and trying to squeeze her out; but Heidi's long, shapely legs are battling exhaustion and she struggles to hold the body scissors as Kara slowly comes around and writhes weakly. And across from them, Kat, continuing her total destruction of a combo legend, has released her body hug, only to drag poor Sally in an upright position to the corner ropes, looping her arms over the top ropes there before moving back a half step, almost gloating as the hapless blonde sags slack bodied on her new rope prison, head bobbing to fitfully heaving chest, big beautiful legs splayed wide. Moving in close to the helpless beauty, Kat, doing her best "Brit the terminator" impression, bodies up to her dangling blonde "girl toy", jamming one rippling hard thigh sideways up against Sally's slack, quivering thigh, mashing the big hard muscle into the soft, yielding flesh of Sally's gorgeous, but now rubbery and useless, thigh muscles while the helpless blonde strong-girl, so unused to being physically dominated like this, moans feebly. Kat lightly, but tauntingly, whips a quick backhand slap across Sally's flushed, spittle caked face now; and flashbacks of that frightful day in the boxing ring when Kat battered her to a twitching pulp in a savage corner beat-down, must be flashing through Sally's pain and exhaustion addled brain now as her head rolls back sickeningly and she cries out weakly, "ungggg nooooo". Laughing still, seemingly bent on continuing a very "Brit like" total humiliation of her vanquished foe, Kat, leans in close yet again, both legs shoved firmly up against Sally's spread legs, the contrast between her rock hard, rippling thighs pressed into the soft, yielding flesh of Sally's sweat slickened, rubbery thighs is startling in the completeness of the physical/leg mastery exerted by the brawny brunette over the dangling beauty most people have long regarded as the most physically imposing woman ever to grace a combo ring. As Kat continues to impose her shocking, total domination on the ravaged beauty, poor Sally, her venerable legs, the big thighs squishy soft and quivering with rubbery exhaustion, spread wide and pinned back against the ropes by Kat's tautly muscled legs, lays her head back on the corner turnbuckle, gasping, whimpering almost heatedly as a new, moist stain spreads rapidly across the crotch of her baby blue bikini panties, hot, sticky fluids trickling down her big, soft thighs, which are shockingly being squashed and mangled by Kat's rock hard, conquering legs. Kat, stifling a low groan herself as she feels the sticky surrender from her virtually enslaved blonde haired victim, smiles thinly, grunts, sets her powerful legs again, thrusting her pile-driver thighs lustily against the splayed, steaming soft thighs of a clearly aroused and physically overwhelmed Sally; while the hapless blonde whimpers and gasps in exquisite torment. The juices stream down her upper thighs, which are fairly quaking with sexual tension now. Poor Sally cries out, "no no, gawwwwdddd no", her overmatched and overheated, physically and sensually conquered legs in complete meltdown as she wobbles horribly, beaten body sagging limply against the magnificent hard body of the marauding brunette. Elsewhere, Heidi and Kara have nearly reached an impasse wrought by utter exhaustion, with Kara still laid back between Heidi's scissored legs; but with the sultry brunette laid back herself, moaning as her beautiful legs tremble and shake on the ragged edge of tot al muscular meltdown, her sleek covering leg doing little more than laying limply across the equally spent body of the feisty little blonde. And Tamara is pressed down over a still somewhat dazed Teri lying on her back beneath the young combo queen, while nearby an utterly spent, weak and woozy Kris, the great blonde having fought valiantly here, but now completely out of strength, lies draped over the lower ropes where Tamara has deposited her. As the match clock moves past 70 minutes, It almost seems as if this whole steamy battle may end in a mass of bodies lying in various stages of inertness around the ring. Yet one body still moves, powerfully so, the stoked up brunette amazon, Kat, running on a good dose of adrenaline as she continues to savagely maul her slack bodied girl toy, the once venerable blonde amazon, Sally. Pressing poor Sally back against the corner ropes with her wondrous all-woman body, Kat wraps one strong hand around Sally's jaw, rolling the enfeebled blonde's spittle caked face this way and that, snarling huskily, "you want more, bitch?; huh?; want me to punch your lights out, just like in that boxing match we had? Whatta ya say blondie?" Poor Sally is too far gone to do much except mumble softly, incoherently, "unngggggghhhhhh, gunnnnnhhh", foamy spittle trickling down her chin, her steaming hot, rubbery thighs continuing to tremble in a state of total physical and sexual surrender while the warm juices stream down from her now soaking wet crotch. Kat then steps back abruptly, laughing haughtily as Sally, big mushy legs melting away instantly, slumps down to all fours. "Come on bitch, get up and fight," Kat taunts, one-arm dragging Sally up and out toward ring center; but the conquered blonde strong-girl, now weak as a newborn kitten, can only gasp helplessly as her useless legs wobble and collapse after one lurching, halting step, sending her slumping to her haunches now in front of the sturdy brunette as Kat still holds her one arm. Grabbing both of Sally's arms to pull her up close, Kat drops the right arm, which dangles listlessly at Sally's flanks, to grab the back of the slumped blonde's head, pulling poor Sally's face in close against her taut, shimmering right thigh. Rubbing the big hard muscle back and forth across the poor blonde's flushed face, Kat laughs huskily as Sally's spittle caked tongue mindlessly laps out at the sweaty sinew, the beaten, broken blonde legend submissively licking the hard, muscled conquering legs that have, in the steamy end run, reduced the athletic beauty to this, a virtually enslaved play toy for the brawny brunette towering above her. Kat switches thighs, thrusting the left leg forward now, laughing again as Sally's slavish tongue dutifully traces its shaky path across her big, rippling muscle. Now the big brunette roughly shoves her blonde play toy back, poor Sally clumping to her back, gasping and sighing as Kat uses her bare feet to push the blonde's big beautiful legs out into a wide spread "V", idly digging one big toe into the succulent warm, soft, and steaming wet flesh of Sally's one thigh, while the great blonde's conquered legs jerk and twitch anew in sexual and physical surrender to a stronger, superior, completely dominant woman. Almost as if she's tiring of this silly domination game at this point, at least with one helpless blonde, Kat leaves the splayed Sally lying at mid-ring, hearing a moaning Kris bravely trying to struggle up along the ropes and heading that way. Poor Kris, having suffered her own physical meltdown just minutes ago beneath the fresher, stronger covering body of sultry new combo champ, Tamara, is now, having been left alone for the past few minutes, battling the demons of utter exhaustion, her big, dark legs wobbling horribly as she somehow gets to her feet and starts to move out from the ropes. Staggering sideways, and then lurching forward awkwardly before flying clumping down to her knees with a weary groan, Kris is slumped there, head bowed, as Kat moves in front of her, coolly raises one foot up and lays it against Kris's chest. The older woman, one of the most courageous wrestlers ever, and unquestionably the greatest champion of all time, looks stunningly sexy still even as she helplessly grabs hold of Kat's big, hard and bulging calf to keep from falling back. Kat just laughs, her lusty sense of dominance raging totally unchecked at the moment. Then she tauntingly thrusts the leg forward forcefully and knocks poor Kris flat on her back. Kat grabs the blonde's near arm now, dragging her back up to her feet and, like she had with Sally, vividly demonstrates her raw strength and complete dominance by squeezing Kris tight in a sizzling front bear hug. The older blonde is not as far gone as poor Sally, who is still just barely stirring from her back, twisting over woozily on one hip, forehead laying on the canvas. But Kris is no match for the brawny power of the stoked up brunette, who squeezes powerfully, smiling as Kris at first writhes in agony, but quickly succumbs, going limp in her mighty arms, her own arms dangling listlessly, beautiful tanned face laid over sideways against one of Kat's bulging biceps. Bodying her up to the ropes this way, Kat gives one extra hard squeeze, grunting in satisfaction as Kris's wasted body jerks sharply in response and a weak, guttural cry escapes the vanquished blonde's pursed lips. Then the brawny brunette roughly shoves the popular, sexy blonde legend through the ropes, poor Kris flopping to her back on the apron, her long, brave struggle all but over. The crowd is on its feet as one, witnesses to the sad removal of an icon, the wrestling world's greatest and sexiest warrior lying splayed on the apron after succumbing down the stretch to Tamara's youthful energy and, at the end here, to Kat's brute strength. It is too, too much for the valiant older blonde, though she goes down bravely fighting to the very end, raising her head up at 11, groping with one arm, pulling her ravaged body up part-way by 20, but then sinking back in woozy surrender as the count goes past 25 and continues on to 30. The great one is gone, whimpering softly as, almost to a person, the crowd erupts in spontaneous applause, not for her final tormentor, but for the brave, if failed, battle shown them one more time by the ageless, beautiful blonde legend. At 74:17 - Elimination #14 - Kris fails to beat 30 second clock after being pushed through ropes by Kat Elsewhere, as Kat, full of herself, turns back toward the hunkered Sally, Teri, fighting back valiantly, has managed to reverse the feisty, if tiring, young brunette, Tamara; and Kara, likewise, has finally summoned enough strength to shed Heidi's draped legs and now pushes the exhausted combo legend back against the ropes. And now Kat resumes her savage assault on a helpless Sally, dragging the hapless blonde, who has managed to get back up to all fours before stalling out, rubbery legs quaking violently, up to her feet. Dipping low, with one leg bent at the knee, she slings Sally's heavy slack body up over her broad shoulders. Standing up with only the slightest tremble in her muscled thighs, Kat parades around the ring, panting, breathing hard from the exertions, but exultant. Like a conquering lioness she displays the spoils of victory, namely poor Sally's ravaged form, the body of a "Greek goddess" one admirer once gushed about the strapping, athletic beauty, now draped lifelessly across Kat's shoulders. (to be continued)