CELEBRITY FIGHTING WOMEN
By Bud Charles
BOOK 6


RUMBLE OF THE POPS MUSIC BOMBSHELLS!
Note: to better visualize the personalities and action in this 
story, see HOT LINKS in our CELEBRITY WRESTLING BOOK SHOP by first 
clicking on "an introduction to the stories",  then clicking on 
the highlighted web sites for Celebrity Central (Section 
I)...nudes and PR photos; Women Celebrity Pictures (Section 
II)...PR photos and screen shots, which follow the introduction.

	On the 28th of September, 1998 I received the following 
letter from a member of my Elite 500...always present each month 
on my online 500 site with orders ranging up to five figures for 
both old and recent video releases from my Celebrity Women's 
Combat Federation. He is also regularly in attendance at my arena 
cards, with the required $5,000 subscription paid each month as 
well.

	Thus as you can readily see, a valued and cherished member 
of the Elite 500. As you will also see, his letter is highly 
unusual. Of course, this member's name is withheld.

"Dear Bud:

"Your recent announcement of the highly desired changeover in your 
video format to frequently totally nude, totally unrestricted 
fights between the beautiful women of entertainment and sports has 
really excited yours truly. Not only do you show a determination 
to respond favorably to the wishes of your Elite 500 members, but 
you demonstrate how a service such as you provide can go beyond 
even the wildest dreams of your clientele.

"As you know, I am a collector of the type of rock music CDs 
personified by such sensual beauties as Mariah Carey and Paula 
Abdul. Matter of fact, I have every CD and tape featuring these 
two young ladies. However, not on any of your published tapes have 
you featured either of these voluptuous singers and dancers.

"Yet, these two young women are among the hottest, the most 
uninhibited and daring celebrities in the world of entertainment! 
What I want are tapes featuring Paula and Mariah in the new style 
gym wrestling which has replaced your previous format. 
Particularly, I want to see these two bombshells battling each 
other in your first taping of these two girls. 

"I trust that you will favorably receive the above request.

"Sincerely..."


	Of course my response was very favorable and I immediately 
set out to arrange the match. At the time the two women were at 
opposite ends of the continent, Paula recording a CD in Hollywood, 
Mariah recording in New York City. The reactions of both sexpots 
was enthusiastic and excited. The problem was that Mariah was tied 
up in her recording session for another two weeks. 

However, Paula said during our chat in my office that she would be 
free for the match in three days.

	Therefore I was forced to schedule the match for October 
19th because of Mariah's prior commitments. However, I was able to 
sign up both girls as on-call members of my Celebrity Women's 
Combat Federation. Paula and Mariah (the latter in a long distance 
phone conversation) were agreeed that each would fight all comers 
regardless of an opponent's size or experience. When I asked Paula 
if she was agreeable to engage in boxing matches, she nodded in 
the affirmative, and that was that! But when Mariah finally was 
able to fly to Los Angeles and arrived in my office, she was 
dubious about putting on the gloves with other women. When I 
reminded her that anything goes in the gym matches, including bare 
knuckles to various parts of her anatomy, she still demurred from 
giving her assent. So I decided not to push the matter. Instead to 
let her take time to mull the matter over.

	But at least I had Mariah's and Paula's signatures on the 
CWCF contracts.

	Now readers, you should realize some things about these two 
stunningly gorgeous  young ladies. Mariah and Paula have the same 
outgoing and high-spirited personalities. Each loves competition 
of any kind (Mariah eventually agreed to also box), and both are 
very proud of their spectacular bodies and have no inhibitions 
about appearing nude for their CDs, publicity photo shoots and 
their occasional films (regrettably, very occasional!).

	Each pops star is a voluptuous hardbody with the type of 
sultry heat facially and in their mannerisms that can turn any 
red-blooded male on! And, make no mistake about it, these are very 
muscular young athletes, and highly trained and very strong 
dancers. Being very proud and aggressive young women, I expected 
the match to turn into one of the fiercest and most brutal brawls 
I had ever put together. Each gal absolutely determined to win, 
whichever way that might be needed!

	Both Paula and Mariah mutually respected each other as 
personalities and entertainers, and were well aware that the 
upcoming match would be very punishing and wearing for each of 
them. So there was no sense of arrogant disregard for the 
capabilities of her opponent on the part of either young woman 
when they finally faced each other on the mat in Gym 3 in the CWCF 
complex. 

	After I made the introductions and moved off the mat and out 
of visual range of the cameras, I told the nude and evenly matched 
combatants that they could start the match any time they were 
ready.

FIRST FALL

	Both girls were deadly serious as they circled each other 
cautiously, then moved into close range and fell into the 
referee's position where they struggled for the advantage. Their 
lithe bodies glistening under the lights, their toned muscles 
rippling under their tans, neither Paula nor Mariah could obtain 
the edge as they swayed back and forth gasping with their intense 
effort.

	Then the more muscular Paula, gripping both wrists of her 
opponent, swung behind Mariah, crossing her arms and pulling them 
against Mariah's throat. Straining every muscle in her elegant 
small frame to break free, Mariah's staring eyes and dismayed 
expression betrayed her distress as she found it increasingly 
difficult to breathe. Mariah's firm and lovely breasts heaving 
with each choking gasp for air as her struggle to break this 
weakening choke hold intensified.

	Mariah, gripping Paula's arms, suddenly bent double sending 
screeching Paula somersaulting with brutal impact to her back. 
With the breath driven from her chest, her full boobs heaving with 
each groaning effort to get her wind back, Paula lay spreadeagled 
at Mariah's feet. Sensing easy meat, Mariah slipped down to her 
rump to clamp a figure-four headscissors on hapless Paula. 

	As Paula began to writhe and cry out as the pressure on her 
head became almost unbearable, grinning Mariah seized Paula's 
wrists and pulled her arms parallel to either side of her tossing 
head. Desperately Paula bridged up high in an attempt to at least 
relieve some of the crushing pressure on her head, at the most to 
bridge out of the hold. 

	To Mariah's mingled astonishment and angry frustration 
Paula's move succeeded, and as Mariah rose to her knees she 
momentarily presented her backside to opportunistic Paula who, as 
she rose to her feet, quickly grabbed Mariah's wrists and forced 
the shrieking girl's arms into the torturous surfboard position. 
Bracing her left foot between Mariah's shoulderblades, Paula 
pinned helpless Mariah on her knees, her head hanging and her 
raven-black hair falling in shimmering waves over her face as her 
anquished screams subsided to moans of suffering.

	The pressure of Paula's foot on her upper back and the 
agonizing leverage of the surfboard hold on her shoulders and arms 
were more than Mariah could withstand, and she crumpled to her 
face. 

	"You're not getting out of this hold, Mariah, so you'd 
better give the fall to me and save yourself from injury," Paula 
warned the groaning star.

	But deadgame Mariah gasped, "no...no!", yelling in pain when 
Paula increased her leverage on her surfboard in response to 
Mariah's refusal to submit.

	Mariah now gave evidence of the strength packed into her 
small frame as she powered her arms down to the mat, grunting 
Paula sinking to both knees and straddling her as Mariah slowly 
rolled on her back. Her movement pinning her left arm beneath her 
in hammerlocked position. Placed in an awkward position with her 
right hand still grasping Mariah's left wrist, Paula shifted to 
Mariah's right side and began increasing her leverage on groaning 
Mariah's pinioned left arm.

	Now Mariah forced up her right arm against Paula's resisting 
left arm, the strain showing on the  faces of both women, but 
Mariah was able to raise her arm high enough to grab a handful of 
Paula's hair and yank her screaming in pain to her back. Rising to 
her feet, three times Mariah slammed her left foot down on 
howling, writhing Paula's midsection, then dropped her full weight 
down across the flattened girl's chest. Breathless, racked with 
pain, Paula was unable to resist Mariah's next move. Rising to her 
knees to Paula's left, muttering "get up here!", she yanked 
gasping Paula by her hair up to a sitting position, Mariah now 
behind her victim. Encircling Paula's neck with her left arm, she 
locked in a half-nelson on Paula's right arm with her own right 
arm, the redhead's arm braced over her own right shoulder. Then, 
falling with groaning Paula to her right side, she simultaneously 
clamped her strong legs about Paula's middle.

	With an armstrangle on Paula's throat, a half-nelson so 
placed on Paula's right arm as to threaten the dislocation of her 
shoulder, and a bodyscissors crushing in on Paula's diaphragm and 
lower ribs, it would be typical British understatement indeed to 
note that she was now in a somewhat difficult position.

	"Give up, Paula, you're not getting out of this hold. Quit 
while you're still in one piece!", Mariah demanded.

	But the redhead, her sensuous face twisted in agony, only 
whispered, "go to hell, Carey!"

	"Then, fuck you, Red, if you won't say 'uncle', then I guess 
I'll just have to put you into dreamland!", Mariah grated in 
irritation.

	Feeling herself weakening, with no other option apparent, 
Paula reached behind herself and grabbed Mariah's left breast with 
her free left hand and digging in her fingernails, viciously 
twisted Mariah's firm boob. Shrieking in anquish, Mariah collapsed 
to her back releasing her holds on her tormentor. Muttering 
angrily, "get to your feet, Carey," Paula released her grip on 
that violated boob and hauled howling Mariah to her feet. Then she 
drove a roundhouse right to Mariah's face, her hard little fist 
jolting the blackhaired beauty's face over her right shoulder, 
Mariah crumpling to her back.

	Knocked silly by the brutal blow, Mariah could offer no 
resistance as Paula seized both of her ankles and raised her legs 
up. Then the furious redhead twice drove a foot down on Mariah's 
bare groin as the hapless entertainer shrieked, grabbing her 
bruised vagina with both hands. Grimly Paula rolled Mariah on her 
face. Sitting down to the battered woman's right side, she put a 
half-crab on her left leg, then leaned back across Mariah to 
encircle the gaping rock star's neck with her left arm. Pulling 
Mariah's head up and back, she proceded to choke Mariah.

	As the seconds passed Mariah's ability to absorb more 
punishment waned and she finally gasped, "enough, Paula, enough! 
You win this fall, dammit!"

	This gave Paula the first fall in the time of five minutes, 
twenty-three seconds.

	Paula walked to one side of the mat and sat down to rest up 
for the next fall in this three out of five fall match while I 
returned to my chair set against one wall of the room. A pretty 
good start to this first of the new style gym matches. 

	Meanwhile, Mariah had turned over on her back, lying there 
with her beautiful boobs rising and falling as she slowly 
recovered from the punishment dealt her by Paula. Knowing that one 
of the most erotic moments of a battle between two women is when 
the beaten female is prostrate on the floor, suffering and unable 
to rise, I allowed all but one of the cameras to remain on Mariah, 
while instructing one cameraman to remain focused on Paula for 
later editing of this between falls period.

SECOND FALL

	Mariah made an amazingly quick recovery from her mauling at 
the end of the first fall when she rose after a couple of minuets 
of the three minute rest period and walked to an opposite side of 
the mat from Paula. She took in great draughts of air as her boobs 
heaved with each breath, but her eyes were clear with a dangerous 
glint to them as she stared across the mat at Paula. Paula had 
been regarding her with a small smile, supremely confident. It was 
apparent to me that she intended to continue where she had left 
off and end the match quickly.

	Rising at the bell Paula circled the mat watching her 
opponent who had moved straight to the center of the room and was 
pivoting to face the circling redhead. "Come on, chickenshit, 
let's get it on!", Mariah yelled impatiently. 

	Paula merely grinned at her derisively and moved warily to 
confront her opponent. Mariah lunged forward with a hard right to 
Paula's jaw that staggered the powerfully built redhead and sent 
her reeling back several steps. Following up with a left hooked to 
the midsection, Mariah doubled up a gasping Paula and brought up 
an uppercutting	right to the face that again sent Paula reeling 
backward, this time off the mat to collide back-first against the 
wall. But still the tough redhead stayed on her feet!

	"Take this, bitch!", Mariah shouted as she drove a spinning 
karate kick with her right foot to shrieking Paula's face. 
Crumpling to her face on the floor off the mat, Paula wailed, "my 
nose, my nose, I think its broken!" She raised her face to reveal 
claret streaming from her right nostril, her face already smeared 
with blood.

	Bending down, Mariah buried her left hand in the fallen 
fighter's red mane and hauled the moaning rock star erect. Holding 
the groggy girl up with her left hand, Mariah carefully measured 
her and smashed her right fist to the bloody star's mouth. Now 
blood was coming from both of Paula's mashed lips, and the only 
thing holding her on her feet was Mariah's hand in her hair.

	Mariah hauled the wobbly gal back on the mat, but from 
somewhere deep inside her, groggy, bleary-eyed and bloody Paula 
summoned enough energy to bring up her right fist uppercutting to 
Mariah's chin, toppling the dazed young temptress to her back, 
where she sprawled out spreadeagled. Paula, however, was unable to 
follow up her advantage, and she sank to her knees holding both 
hands to her ruined face, the blood streaming out between her 
fingers and down her chin, dripping on her magnificent breasts, 
her knees and onto the floor.

	Up on her knees now, shaking off the effects of that 
uppercut to her chin, Mariah crawled over to Paula. Burying both 
hands in the badly shaken young woman's hair, a mean expression on 
her face, Mariah slammed the back of Paula's head on the thin mat. 
Stunned, the bleeding rehead lay outstretched on her back, 
literally at Mariah's mercy. Or so it appeared to me.

	But grimly the battered redhead drove her right fist across 
her body, burying it deep in Mariah's stomach. Gasping in hurt, 
Mariah collapsed face first across Paula's middle, her mouth wide 
in anquish as she struggled for air. Seizing her opportunity, 
Paula pushed Mariah's head near enough her own legs to clamp home 
a legscissors on Mariah's neck. 

	Choking, a frantic Mariah struggled with both hands to pry 
her way out of the dangerous strangle hold that was shutting off 
her air and threatening to black her out, giving Paula a sudden 
win of the second fall. Rolling onto her right side facing her 
opponent's feet, Mariah worked with both hands to pry Paula's feet 
apart, bending them in opposite directions, Paula gasping at the 
sharp pain in both ankles. Bracing herself on both hands thrust 
behind her, Paula set herself to exert the power in her muscular 
legs to resist Mariah's breakout attempt and maintain her pressure 
on the blackhaired beauty's throat.

	But her continuing loss of blood and the pain of her nose 
and torn lips were seriously impairing Paula's stamina and 
strength. But she increased her pressure on Mariah's throat, 
bringing a sharp cry of hurt from Mariah as she writhed over on 
her back, abandoning her attempt to pry apart Paula's locking 
feet. Rising up into a high bodybridge, Mariah attempted to squirm 
out of the legscissors. But she collapsed to her back with a 
shriek when Paula slammed her right fist down on her upraised 
tummy .

	Desperately a weakening Mariah Carey tried four times to 
buck her way out from between those throttling legs, only to lie 
spent and trembling at the end. Finally the dazed and worn girl 
waved a hand in the air, groaning, "I give!" Giving Paula the 
second fall in the time of four minutes, 46 seconds.

	But weakened seriously, Paula could not even rise on her 
own, so both the intern and nurse moved forward and half carried 
her to the edge of the mat and made her sit against the wall. The 
two skilled medicos managed to stem the bleeding, packing Paula's 
right nostril with cotton, and placing an ointment on her torn 
lips to seal off the emission of claret. But the cotton padding 
would have to come out when the bell rang for the start of the 
third fall, so that Paula would be able to breathe somewhat 
through the nostril.

	But the intern told me in a concerned voice that one good 
punch could start the bleeding again. There was nothing I could do 
to intervene in Paula's favor, because the match was to a finish. 
So my hands were tied despite my concern for deadgame Paula's 
welfare. And then too, Paula was insistent upon continuing, so 
great is the fire to win within this amazing young woman!

	Again, Mariah had demonstrated her resiliency by rising, 
ready for the next fall, with still nearly two minutes to go 
before Fall Three.

THIRD FALL

	At the bell the intern removed the cotton padding from 
Paula's nostril. The nurse had cleaned most of the sticky blood 
from Paula's face and body, and Paula was able to rise to her feet 
unaided. But her eyes seemed unfocused, she was breathing with 
difficulty, and she was noticeably unsteady on her feet as she 
moved onto the mat. Angry over losing the first two falls to her 
battered opponent, Mariah wasted no time but launched herself 
through midair, aiming a flying dropkick at Paula's chest. But 
Paula managed to skip to one side, Mariah screeching in dismayed 
alarm as she thudded heavily to her back, half-on and half-off the 
mat. Writhing over on her stomach, propped up on her forearms, 
Mariah's back was hurting as Mariah's groans mingled with her 
anquished gasps for each torturous breath. Laboriously Mariah 
managed to pull herself fully onto the mat, where she frantically 
motioned Paula back in a silent plea for time.

	But Paula, moving to the fallen woman's left side, dropped 
across Mariah's upper back, crushing the grunting beauty to her 
face. Wrapping her left arm around Mariah's neck, Paula rolled on 
her right side pulling gasping Mariah up supported by her hands 
braced beneath her arched form. Her eyes staring up at the 
ceiling, her face a mask of agony, Mariah found herself again in 
dire straits. Once again her fiery temper had placed her in deep 
trouble!

	But the song and dance pops star would not give up.

	Mariah drove her right elbow back, catching Paula on her 
naked right breast. Shrieking in pain and holding on to her 
bruised boob Paula collapsed to her back. Immediately Mariah spun 
around on her knees and seizing Paula's left leg by the ankle, 
draped the leg across the back of her neck, twisting the foot 
clockwise, the cruel leverage forcing howling Paula to roll onto 
her right side. Her face now a mask of malevolent rage, the 
muscles in her voluptuous body taut, Mariah continued to work on 
the leg and ankle as helpless Paula lay outstretched on the mat.

	Now it was Paula's turn to refuse her submission under 
Mariah's brutal torture, which the courageous girl did repeatedly. 
Reaching up behind her with her left hand in a desperate effort to 
grab her tormentor's hair, Paula groaned in despair, "oh no!", 
when Mariah seized Paula's wrist with her right hand and twisted 
the arm behind her back into a single surfboard. Now, pinned on 
her side, tied up in Mariah's combination submission hold, it 
seemed only a matter of time before Paula would have to yield the 
fall to a determined Mariah Carey.

	Finally Paula did yell, "okay, Mariah, you win the fall. 
Now, dammit, get off of me!"

	Rising erect, Mariah peevishly drove her right foot to the 
small of Paula's back, sending her rolling over and over until 
winding up outstretched on her back. Then Mariah walked to one 
edge of the mat and sat down, watching the torments of weary Paula 
with grim satisfaction.

	After several seconds Paula rose and staggered to the 
opposite side of the room from Mariah and seated herself, drawing 
up her legs and crossing her arms upon her upraised knees, tiredly 
resting her head upon her arms. That Paula was worn out, was 
plain. That she was now breathing through her open mouth, the slow 
effusion of blood having stopped up her right sinus, was also 
obvious. What was not so obvious was the degree of damage done to 
her left ankle and knee, as well as to her back. But Paula had 
limped badly on her left leg as she moved to the edge of the mat, 
which to me seemed ominous for the courageous young star.

	The win had narrowed Paula's edge in the mat to two falls to 
one for Mariah, Paula's submission coming after only two minutes 
and thirteen seconds of the third fall.

FOURTH FALL

	Paula was still limping noticeably as she moved onto the mat 
toward confident Mariah. Falling into the referee's position with 
her opponent, Paula struggled briefly for the advantage with 
Mariah before coming up with a right-armed headlock on the other 
woman. Falling to her rump, Paula rolled Mariah to her back, 
locking up her headlock with her left hand interlaced with her 
right hand.

	But Mariah broke Paula's hands apart, twisting the groaning 
rock star's right arm behind her back into a painful hammerlock as 
Mariah rose to her knees at Paula's right side. Leaning her weight 
and strength into her submission hold, smirking Mariah forced 
Paula's hand up between her shoulderblades, key-locking the hold 
by slipping her right arm between her victim's upper arm and back 
and locking her right hand on Paula's forearm so that both 
Mariah's hands were applying leverage . Keying the hold made it 
even more difficult for Paula to break the hammerlock.

	"Jesus Christ, you're breaking my arm!", Paula yelled, her 
sultry features twisted in agony as she sank to her face on the 
mat..

	"Damn straight, bitch, so give up right now or I will break 
it!", fiery Mariah snarled.

	But Mariah did not reckon with her long and flowing raven 
tresses which formed a convenient handle for Paula to seize and 
somersault screaming Mariah with crushing force to her back. 
Breathless from the impact of her upper back with the mat, Mariah 
was momentarily immobilized, which was all the time that Paula 
required. Grabbing Mariah's ankles while rising to to her feet, 
desperate to so damage her tough opponent in order to balance out 
her own injuries,  Paula rammed her left foot viciously down on 
Mariah's bared and furry crotch, bringing yelps of anquish from 
Mariah as she grabbed her burning vagina in both hands.

	Then Paula brought her right foot up hard against the bottom 
of Mariah's right thigh, and performed the same dubious favor for 
Mariah's left thigh, and repeated this performance twice to the 
accompaniment of Mariah's piercing shrieks (for my uninitiated 
readers, this is a great way to charley-horse an opponent's 
legs!). Paula was not finished, for releasing Mariah's right leg, 
as she twisted howling Mariah's left leg to her victim's left 
while gripping Mariah's ankle in both hands, she fell with her 
full weight upon the other woman's thigh.

	With Mariah's left leg now in the shape of a backwards L, 
with the lower leg forming the nearly upright portion of the 
letter, Mariah was writhing wildly in hurt as Paula leaned back 
applying even more pressure on her opponent's knee.

	"Give it up, Mariah, you can't dance for your fans with an 
injured knee," Paula warned her.

	"Fuck you, Abdul!", Mariah yelled as she propped herself 
upon her forearms on the mat.

	"You're not woman enough to fuck me, you foul-mouthed slut," 
Paula growled, giving that leg another brutal wrench that planted 
squalling and writhing Mariah on her back again.

	Rising up on her left hand and reaching across her body 
Mariah grabbed a handful of Paula's hair and yanked the yelling 
girl to her back. Rising up to her knees and wincing at the pain 
in her legs, Mariah yanked Paula backfirst against herself. 
Placing her right hand on the left side of gasping Paula's head 
while wrapping her left arm around Paula's neck, she locked up the 
sleeper hold with her left hand gripping her right forearm. 
Desperately Paula pulled down on Mariah's choking forearm 
struggling to break the hold, or at the least loosen the pressure 
on her carotid artery which threatened to black her out and give 
the fourth fall to her opponent.

	Slowly Paula's eyes began to glaze over and her struggles 
became weaker. After a few seconds her right hand dropped 
listlessly to the mat at her side. And Mariah's expression grew 
triumphant as she felt her victim slowly weaken. But then Paula 
again raised her right hand and grasped Mariah's forearm as she 
raised up on both knees, bending sharply forward to slam 
astonished Mariah to her back with a flying mare throw. 

	Breathless from her hard takedown, Mariah proved easy 
pickings for Paula who locked her powerful legs around Mariah's 
neck, strangling the vainly struggling pops star. Frantic to 
escape from the legstrangle, Mariah began pinching Paula's 
uppermost left leg with both hands. An escape attempt which Paula 
quickly ended by hammering her left fist to Mariah's forehead. 
Dazed by the blow, her struggles ceased, Mariah let both arms fall 
to the mat at her sides. Her tongue protruding out of her sensuous 
mouth, her attempts to gather air into her lungs harsh and 
strained, Mariah seemed to be weakening fast.

	"I can't breathe," lovely Mariah whimpered as the fire 
inside her seemed to be glimmering under the relentless punishment 
administered by Paula. No longer struggling, Mariah lay 
listlessly, her tongue protruding between her lush lips from time 
to time, her bare boobs shaking with her attempts to breathe.

	Finally, it was over as Mariah weakly waved a hand above her 
and gasped, "enough, I quit, please Paula, no more!" Her 
submission gave Paula the fall in three minutes and forty-three 
seconds, the match in sixteen minutes and  seven seconds.

	It took both girls a while to rise to their feet, which just 
happened to cause Mariah and Paula to face each other. They stared 
at each other for a few seconds, then to my astonishment and that 
of my cameramen (after all, it had been a bitter and brutal match) 
Paula and Mariah started giggling and fell into each other's arms, 
hugging and kissing. Then, without a backward glance, they left 
the room arm in arm and headed for the showers.

	I looked at Jake Colsum and shook my head, "women!" Jake 
laughed and replied, "AAAmen!"

The End