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Fantasy Match Up - #14

Pamela Anderson vs Brittanys Bod:



RULES--

1. Each competitor has a super-power that will help support them in this contest that they are granted ahead of time.

2. This will be a 10 count match. The first competitor to pin their opponent's shoulder's to the mat for ten seconds will win the match.

3. If a competitor is knocked out, beyond the point of competing, the competitor still standing will be declared the winner.


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A red carpet was rolled out from the entrance of the Battle Arena to the entrance of the Building. A long black limousine rolled up, the farthest back passenger entrance stopped at the carpets end. The door opened, sweeping the carping gently, and the woman of the hour... Pamela Anderson stepped out of her mode of transportation. She was smiling and carrying a bottle of Champagne in one hand and a full glass in the other. She sipped on her glass as a wave of her fans ran to the barricades that separated them from her.

Pamela smiled and chatted with fans before entering the building, the paparazzi waited for her to enter the building... bulbs were flashing and she rolled her eyes as if this was something she didn't expect would happen.

A very muscular interviewer with a dark tan and a jaw line that supported his short and shaggy beard approached Pamela. Pamela smiled at him and he smiled back.

INTERVIEWER: Hi Pamela Anderson, my name is Michael. Is it all right if I ask you a few questions?

PAMELA: Hi Michael, thats what I'm hear for ya big stud.

MICHAEL: Great! So my first question is, why the Battle Arena? Why come here and risk your life?

PAMELA: I've been paying close attention to the women that compete. There have been incidents where women have not lasted the match. Those women didn't have heart, and they weren't ready to step into the ring with someone as intimidating as the women are in this sport.

MICHAEL: And there isn't a woman as intimidating as Pamela Anderson is there? As I stand here with you, I have to admit I am very excited but a bit nervous as well.

Pamela took a drink of her Champagne, gulped it down. She put her hand on Michael's face...

PAMELA: Don't be nervous! You're doing fine!

MICHAEL: Is your idea to bring attention to this Fight Company? Is that why you have accepted a rematch with Brittanys Bod in singles competition?

PAMELA: Absolutely, these women are tough and deserve a lot of credit. I hope my star status can bring this company to the next level though and give these girls the attention they deserve.

MICHAEL: Concerning your opponent, she promises to humiliate you and completely dispose of you. She told me earlier that the Battle Arena didn't need you, but you needed it. She is quite young compared to you, and has quite a lot of energy. Can you prove her wrong?

Pamela turned away from the interviewer, and leaned back towards him...

PAMELA: Oh Michael, you were doing so good. Tsk... Tsk... age has got nothin' to do with it honey. Brittany is full of empty threats, and I should go on now to the ring and prove so to everybody watching. Goodbye

Michael turned back to the camera with a puzzled look on his face. On the way to the ring...

Brittanys Bod entered wearing a button down, three-quarter sleeve shirt... her breasts looked lovely and she was displaying them proudly as she strutted her stuff all the way to the big wrestling ring. She was carrying a small bag that was meant for keeping things cold. She set the back at ring side as she rolled under the bottom rope and bounced up onto her feet.

Pamela Anderson entered the arena waving good bye to her fans, and blowing kisses. She turned to face Brittany. Pamela was wearing an orange dress that revealed her legs and showed off her curves.

Pamela kept her eyes focused on Brittany and tossed her Champagne and Glass on the floor, away from her. Brittany got a laugh out of Pamela's look of determination.

Pamela climbed up into the ring and immediately the match began....

Pamela's blonde hair animated and lengthened grabbed hold of Brittany's waist. Brittany tried pulling Pamela's hair, but in response Pamela just further extended it to avoid having it yanked from her head. Her hair tightened around Brittany and pulled her in, it kept twirling around her body wrapping up her arms... preventing her from moving at all.

Brittany was pulled in within arms length of Pamela and Pamela held out her hands, grabbing Brittany's throat.

PAMELA: Whats the big idea you've got to humiliate me?! The way I see it you're already beat.

Brittany was choking, and completely immobile.

BRITTANY: I've got a little secret....

Brittany gasped....

PAMELA: I can't hear you... say that a bit louder...

Pamela even pulled Brittany closer, and released the choke. She squeezed even mightier around Brittany's waiste almost squeezing the life out of her.

Brittany screamed wildly and Pamela slowly let up the hold.... Pamela pulled her in even closer.

PAMELA: So whats the big secret? Whatcha gonna do to little old me?

Brittany smirked and pushed her lips together... she blew air into Pamela's face and a little cloud of pheromones flew out and into her nose.

Pamela released the hold and began choking.

Brittany ran up and punted Pamela in her pussy, sending the strong diva to the mat.

BRITTANY: I really thought you had me. You might have spoiled my surprise if you weren't so DUMB!

Brittany straightened herself out.

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Brittany leaned over and held Pamela's chin in her hand. She looked Pamela in the eye, and blew another even stronger dose of pheromones in her face - Pamela breathed all of them in and instantly became intoxicated. Her head began swirling.

PAMELA: Whats happening to me?

BRITTANY: You haven't even begun to find out babe.

Brittany walked to her bag. Pamela watched her intently slowly finding herself turned on by what was going on around her... but she didn't know what was happening around her was the problem. She just stared at Brittany as if stricken by her beauty. Brittany savored the moment by looking down at Pamela for a minute with a cool smirk on her face. Pamela's eyes started to glaze, she bowed her head unexpectedly to Brittanys delight.

PAMELA: What did you have in mind for me today...

She looked back up at Brittany with puppy dog eyes...

PAMELA: Mistress....

BRITTANY: Lady, I'm hardly your Mistress... I'm just a girl thats about to kick your ass and drop your whole entire World on your head in a matter of minutes.

Brittany unzipped her little cooler and reached in.

BRITTANY: Your little children aren't so little any more are they Pamela.

Suddenly Pamela Anderson's head became unclouded by Brittany, taken out of the moment she had felt trapped in... she envisioned her two children.

BRITTANY: Well, at least your first born isn't so little any more. He's a big boy now, almost all grown up.

PAMELA: What about him?

Brittany pulled out a little sippy-cup that looked like it held a little weight in it

BRITTANY: Well, Pamela.

Brittany walked around behind Anderson and pulled her head back by her hair. She leaned into Pamela and gave her an upside down kiss, their bottom teeth touching for a moment... and then Brittany sucked on Pamela's kiss from her lower lip. As Brittany pulled away she blew a third breath of highly concentrated pheromones into Pamela Anderson's mouth and she breathed them all in. She became completely clouded in her impulsive attraction to Brittanys Bod.

BRITTANY: Well Pamela, call me a little egomaniacal... but I consider myself to have the hottest bod on the internet today. And well, it just so happens that so does your oldest.

Pamela froze in silence.

BRITTANY: He used his last name, and his mom's bank account to get in touch with me. I told him not to worry about any payment, all I needed was for him to fill up this sippy cup with his cum. Wasn't so hard for him since he's been saving up since day one. It was soooo cute Pammie. You should've seen him!

Pamela didn't know how to react, she was horrified... but something turned her on at the same time... and it was really upsetting her. Still she couldn't do a thing about it the way her head felt.

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Pamela felt motion sickness come over her, her heart was pumping rapidly. She was on her knees looking up at Brittany and she could feel Brittanys big busty breasts pinning her eyes down even though they weren't even touching her. Mentally - Pamela was going crazy over what she'd just heard.

PAMELA: My baby...

BRITTANY: I know they grow up so fast! Don't worry though, all I did was let him see... well as he put it, my: "BIG SEXY BOOBS"

Pamela looked dizzied. Brittany held the sippy cup in her hand, and she got down on her knees to whisper in Pamela's ear.

BRITTANY: I wasn't going to tell you this... but he didn't actually fill the cup up... well, at least not the whole entire cup. Only three-quarters of the way. So... I had to get the rest out for him. I poured some cool slippery oil onto my hand... your son looked bewildered, I grabbed his cock, and I slid my hand up and down... It was his first ever hand job, and the cup overflowed! SO I had to lick the sides of it to prevent him from getting cum all over his pants.

Pamela was silent, but her jaw dropped.

BRITTANY: I was going to tell you sooner, but I thought why spoil the fun? Why not surprise the old slut... Anyways I wanted you to have a taste for yourself.

Brittany uncapped the sippy cup, and let the cum pour over the side and roll onto Pamela Anderson's forehead. Pam was stunned, as the cold cum cascaded down her face it slowly slid over her lips and dripped into her mouth. It ran down her chin and splashed onto her breasts and all over her orange dress.

Brittany could hardly believe she was getting away with this. She let the cum drizzle over Pam's body for a few minutes. But..for Pamela, it felt like forever. Pamela looked distraught and was completely messy.

Brittany stood up and grabbed a handful of Pamela's hair. She pulled Pamela's head in between her legs, bent over, and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Brittany lifted her opponent into the air and gave her a pile driver, driving Pamela's head into the canvas - after having methodically turned her into mental mush.... Brittany physically crushed Pamela's head by spiking it directly into the ground with all over her own body weight being carried into the air... offering her no support for her neck or head whatsoever.

Needless to say, Pamela was knocked out.

Brittany kicked Pamela onto her back, put one foot over her chest, smiled and began the ten count...

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brittany's foot did a little dance on one of Pamela's breasts. She swayed her hips back and forth in celebration. Pamela looked like a mess. Brittany grabbed Pamela by her hair and dragged her out of the arena to her entrance were dozens of fans stood in shock as they saw their favorite to win - completely decimated.

The interviewer from earlier approached to ask Brittany a few questions as she held Pamela by her hair.

MICHAEL: Wow! Just WOW! How did you... I mean... that was very impressive! You told me you had a surprise, I wouldn't have ever thought you would have had such an elaborate strategy in place from the beginning.

BRITTANY: Well, my body really does all of the work for me. I would have won no matter what. Look at me. One *whew* (Brittany blew some of her pheromones into Michael's face) ... whiff of my pheromones will have people turning to mush at my feet. It takes a strong mind to resist me, an old one won't do anybody any good, will it Pammie?

She raised Pamela to her feet for all of her fans to look at like she was being put on display, as she had her entire career... except now Pamela just looked like a mess.

MICHAEL: Pamela, how do you feel about being humiliated in front of all of your fans? How do you feel about being wrong?

PAMELA: ... uhhhhhh..... hel...p...mm..mme...

BRITTANY: Look at how weak and ugly she is! I don't understand what her fans saw in her.

MICHAEL: I completely agree Brittany. You though, you're absolutely enchanting. I know the answer already, but I want you to tell it to the camera. Will you be the greatest Battle Arena Competitor of all time?

BRITTANY: Give it some time. Watch and see, but I will be the one bringing the viewers to this show. Not some washed-up Bay Watch bitch.

Brittany threw her defeated opponent onto the floor. She put her foot into Pamela's mouth while the paparazzi - all seemingly getting on one knee as a sign of respect for such a dominant female specimen - snapped photos of Brittanys Bod as she displayed her superiority over the pathetic looking Pamela.

Winner: Brittanys Bod




After the media got out of her hair, Michael stepped up to Brittany in private...

MICHAEL: So, Brittany... I am as amazed as anyone at how you executed your plan and pulled it off flawlessly. Do you think you could maybe tell me how you came up with that fantastic idea over a little dinner tonight?

BRITTANY: No, I'll tell you right now and you'll leave me alone. I made it all up and you and everyone else fell for it like the gullible sack of gossiping idiots you are. I never met with her son! To bad for poor Pamela and the rest of her life trying to ever get any sleep again.... I guess. My talent agent is blowing up my phone telling me his email is off the hook with requests for photo shoots and interviews so... Bye-bye Michael, I always get what I want out of poor suckers like you.

Michael felt incredibly disappointed and rejected as Brittany left him alone and entered her locker room to shower off, go home, get undressed, and relax in her new hot tub that was paid for by her victory over Pamela Anderson and the Media Frenzy that sheepishly followed her - not to mention she had the match recorded... and was ready to watch every savory moment over and over and over again.
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Next Match - CherryGirl vs Paris Kennedy

Floored

Did the pistol have a nice pump action feature?

CherryGirl & Love Giselle vs Paris Kennedy and Hitomi Tanaka

---Tag Team Elimination Rules----

1. Team members not active in combat must wait to tag into the match.
2. Each fall is made up of three counts. An elimination is made when a competitor is pinned to the mat for three consecutive seconds.
3. There is no time limit to the fight.
4. Although the competitors may begin combat within the ring ropes, the battle is not by any means limited to this area.
5. All competitors have signed agreements stating that they understand that the conditions of this match may end in a result of humiliation, serious injury, forced sexual abuse, and even death.
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The four girls stood in the ring, face to face. Paris and Hitomi were looking deep into the eyes of their less privileged opponents, Cherry and Giselle.

Paris and Hitomi are champions, and have complete managerial control over who their opponents are and when they get to compete.

The two glanced at each other and then turned back to look at their opponents before immediately jumping on the attack!

Paris threw a right hand at Cherry, Hitomi threw a haymaker punch at Giselle. They pounded the two girls in the head several times before whipping them towards the ropes. Cherry and Giselle bounced towards their opponents, running with greater momentum now. They both ducked two stereo punches from their opponents, charged towards the ropes on the other side of the ring, bounced back, and clobbered Hitomi and Paris with a pair of clotheslines.

Giselle walked to her corner to await to be tagged in by Cherry who was starting the bout with Paris, the bubble gum mistress. Hitomi crawled to the corner, shaken up from the hit Giselle laid her out with.

Cherry picked up Paris and landed a punch on her stomach. Paris bent over wailing and whimpering as Cherry whipped her by her hair, flipping Paris onto the ground. Cherry wrapped her legs around Paris' neck and applied pressure. Hitomi stood in the corner cheering Paris on and telling her how to escape. Paris followed her shouted instructions, she pinched Cherry's calf with her sharp pink painted nails, and as Cherry screamed Paris powered her way out of the hold.

After escaping: Paris held Cherry's legs to the mat and climbed up her way on top of her, pinning her body down. Paris slapped Cherry several times across the face. Cherry turned over to avoid another strike, but played right into Paris' hands. Paris wrapped one arm around Cherry's neck and then formed her finger into the shape of a hook and forced it in between Cherry's lips and fish hooked her by the cheek. She twisted her hips, and threw her weight backwards pulling Cherry over as they both landed in a sitting position, with Paris in complete control sitting at Cherry's rear. Cherry squirmed, but Paris had her too stretched out for her to escape.

Then, Paris wrapped her strong thighs around the waist of Cherry and crushed her midsection. Cherry pleaded to be let out of the position... but with Paris' finger in her mouth she could hardly be understood.

PARIS: I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Are you trying to say that you want to submit to me?

CHERRY: Fech..oou

PARIS: Maybe I should take my finger out of your mouth?

Paris rolled her eyes, acting like she was thinking about it...

PARIS: Hmmmm.... Naaah! I'll just crush you with my legs.

Cherry's arms were trapped by Paris' thighs, and her thighs were really started to cut off the circulation in her body. But Cherry was smart, and she decided to give Paris a taste of her own medicine. Paris squealed as Cherry used what little space she had to pinch Paris' calf, and then as Paris loosened the fish hook grip she took a solid bite into her finger and Paris released the hold.

PARIS: You little bitch! You'll pay for that!

Paris rolled back off of Cherry and Cherry picked herself up. Paris immediately marched in Cherry's direction and began blowing up a bubble. Cherry tried to get avoid getting it, but it was too late. Paris popped the bubble gum over Cherry's face. She dragged Cherry to the corner and stuck her face to the top turnbuckle. Paris activated her ability and stretched the gum as she pulled Cherry's head back and released it, letting Cherry's head bounce into the corner.

Giselle got out of the corner and tackled Paris. Cherry recovered and pulled the gum off of her face. Hitomi responded quickly and stepped into the ring, she pulled Giselle off of Paris and threw her towards her own corner. Hitomi walked back to her tag in post. Paris got up on her feet and Cherry turned around, spinning, and landing a huge slap on an unprepared Paris.

Cherry grabbed Paris by the throat and pulled her face in for a smother. Paris' face was trapped tightly by Cherry's tits. There was no room for escape, Paris struggled, but slowly lost power and Cherry brought her down to the mat. She laid her suffocated opponent onto her back.

Cherry laid down on top of Paris, and looked up at Hitomi. Cherry planted several kisses on Paris's lips while squeezing her breasts, just treating her like a rag doll. Hitomi watched patiently as she waited for her opportunity to step in and get revenge.

Cherry stood up after she had her fun with Paris, and then, after removing her black boots she put her foot in Paris' mouth.

CHERRY: I think you'll find it quite lovely waking up with the taste of MY foot in your mouth!

The three count began....

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PA: Paris has been eliminated from the contest. Cherry has picked up the first pin fall.

Paris began to wake up due to the announcement, in her head she knew she was beaten. But she was surprised to wake up with Cherry's foot in her mouth, but Paris wasn't fully aware of what was happening and was only acting in the moment when she began to voluntarily lick the bottom of Cherry's bare foot, while sucking her toes.

CHERRY: Well, if you like that so much I think you'll love this.

Cherry pulled her black bikini to the side, exposing her breasts. She lowered herself onto Paris once more and directed her nipple towards her mouth. Paris was ready to accept Cherry, when Cherry was struck in the head by a swift kick from Hitomi. Paris came to her senses and rolled out of the ring. Cherry had been using her hypnotic ability to draw Paris into her beautiful body features, but now it seemed the spell was broken.

Gisele waved her hand begging to be tagged in. Cherry backed up and slapped hands with Giselle initiating the tag. Gisele and Hitomi stood off in the center of the ring.

Paris exited the arena ashamed.

HITOMI: I'm going to end this quick.

GISELLE: You're too cocky. You've got to get through myself and Cherry now, but you're all by yourself!

Hitomi pulled the string on her bikini and completely freed her humongous breasts. Giselle froze staring at them, looking completely stunned.

HITOMI: You're in way over your head.

Cherry wondered when the two were going to fight, and was getting impatient.

CHERRY: Hey, if you're just going to stand there why don't you tag me in?!

Giselle turned around to tag in Cherry, but instead used her ability to electrically blast Cherry off of the ring apron. Cherry was thrown to the arena floor. Giselle stepped out of the ring and picked Cherry up, never tagging her in as the legal competitor, and rolled her into the ring.

Hitomi pulled Cherry towards her trapping her in a tight head lock Giselle stepped up from behind Cherry. Hitomi released her hold on her, and Giselle pulled Cherry's bikini bottom down and literally performed a shocker on her. Cherry moaned as Hitomi enjoyed the look of confusion and pain on her face.

Giselle released her hold on Cherry.

HITOMI: You look confused and violated Cherry. Is there something wrong?

CHERRY: ...

HITOMI: Giselle is compelled to do my bidding by her pure fascination for me, and as a result you get to suffer.

Love Giselle fired thousands of little lighting bolts into Cherry's body sending her onto her knees and then crashing to the floor while Hitomi laughed historically as her misfortune.

Hitomi saw an opportunity now to end the match as Giselle stopped striking Cherry with lightning. She directed Giselle to her back and made a cover.

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PA: Love Giselle is the second competitor to be eliminated.

Hitomi stood up and walked over to Cherry as Love Giselle awoke from the spell and heard the announcement. She carried herself out of the arena watching in shock and disappointment as Hitomi went to finish the match.

Hitomi rolled Cherry over onto her back and pulled the back of Cherry's head into her cleavage.

HITOMI: You made the first elimination, so I suppose you get to pick your opponent.

Cherry had a violent headache brewing from all the punishment she'd taken moments earlier.

HITOMI: Its too bad, you lost this match because no matter what... whether you compete with Paris or myself... you have to deal with our stipulations. And if you win, you get a title, but! If you lose... you become one of our slaves... so who's slave you want to be is completely up to you now... HA! HA! HA! OH, and make your decision a wise one, you saw what I did to Giselle, if you pick Paris thinking thats an easy win, Giselle faces me in a death match, you don't want her life on your conscience now, do you?

Cherry's eyes opened all the way. She heard every word, but was far to weak to respond.

HITOMI: Now, watch the arena disappear with your freedom...

Hitomi closed her breasts up over Cherry's face and suffocated her. Cherry kicked and screamed as the arena went dark and her eyes, nose, and mouth were completely covered by Hitomi's breast smother. She slowly lost power and her kicking came to a stop, her hands dropped, and her head was being solely supported by Hitomi.

HItomi threw Cherry's body off of her and rolled over onto her back and pinned her...

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Paris came back into the arena with a smile, and wild eyed expression. She walked to the ring chomping away at a piece of gum, very eager to hear who Cherry would agree to face since she scored the first pin fall and earned the right to choose her opponent.

PARIS: Pick your poison.

HITOMI: No one will beat us.

The two winners stood tall over Cherry, celebrating their victory and rubbing it in her face. Cherry slowly awoke with drool running out of the side of her mouth, slowly realizing she lost, and would have to progress to the sequel of this match... knowing that the stakes were far greater than before, and that the consequences for losing might be something she will never recover from.



The Winners of the Match: Hitomi Tanaka and Paris Kennedy



Hitomi and Paris are absolutely dominant in their conquest of the Battle Arena. Will Cherry be able to beat either of them? And who will she choose to compete with?!



To be continued...

next up: Pamela Anderson comes to the Battle Arena, after a special challenge is made.

You have such sexy facial expressions Cherry, and I love the way you two are posing in those pics.