Tammy DeVille: Well fans to start things off tonight, we have one hell of match!

Buck Ansome: Right you are T.D. My girl Ivy Belle Armstrong going against Juliet Bloodwind in an Indian Strap Match!

Tammy: This match was originally scheduled as a regular match but earlier in the week....Ivy beign Ivy....seemed to trick Juliet into accepting the Indian Strap Match Stipulation.

Buck: DO NOT EVEN GO THERE! Ivy knows she can kick Juliet's ass and only wants to make it fair for her. I mean what can be more fair than letting an Indian fight in an Indian Strap Match!

Tammy: Sheesss, well folks so much for political correctness. Ivy is coming off of a big win with the victory over The Ice Maiden. So it eill be interesting to see if she can keep that streak alive. Comingup now here is the first of our two wrestlers!

To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Mchine's "Killing in the Name of", Tempe's Native American temptress, Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp, strutting down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. At ringside, Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, arms draped over the top rope, the nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, awaiting the arrival of her foe and the start of the match.

Buck: Oh yeah I'm impressed. Gymnastics meet is next week tuts

Tammy: Give the girl some credit Buck. She can more than likely kick your ass!

Buck: Yeah right! That will be the day.

Tammy: Everyone on this roster can kick your ass Buck.

Buck: Yeah whatever

Tammy: (slaps Buck inback of his head) Just meet me out back after the show tonight.

Buck: I...ummmm... can't

Tammy: Why not

Buck: Because .... I....um got a fund raiser to go to.

Tammy: Yeah hotshot...whatever....and here comes Ivy!

As .38 Special's "Wild Eyed Southern Boys" blasts over the PA system, Ivy tears open the curtains at the top of the ramp with her own two hands, and with a wicked smile, saunters down to the ring with plenty of swivel in her hips. She acknowledges a couple of the more rabid males, who are enthusiastically reaching over the guardrail, praying for a touch of southern perfection. She is wearing a pair of denim cut-offs and a daisy dee shirt, and, once inside of the ring, she removes a handkerchief from her back pocket with a confederate flag design. She dabs some imaginary sweat from her forehead and cleavage, and then tosses the handkerchief out to the crowd.

The referee calls the women to the center of the ring and he attaches the straps to the wrists of each woman. The whole time he is doing this, Ivy is running her mouth in an attempt to get under Juliet's skin. It begins to work as Juliet screams "SHUT UP! GODDAMN!"

"You shouldn't use the G.D. word, tha's not nice a-tall."

As soon as the referee finishes attaching the straps he motions each woman back to their corner for the bell. Juliet and Ivy each pivot and return to their respective corner. Half way back, Ivy suddenly pivots and runs toward Juliet and wraps her strap around Juliet's throat. The referee motions for the bell and the fast and furious action gets under way. Ivy tightens the strap around Juliet's neck and lifts back taking The Indian Princess off her feet. Juliet begins kicking her legs frantically trying to get her feet back down on the canvas.

Tammy: Looks like Ivy is up to her old tricks as she starts the match a littttle bit early.

Buck: Hey Bloodwind is an Injun, you can't trust them people!

Tammy: Like I said, Political Correctness is gone tonight.

The Barefooted Bama Hellion begins to shake Bloodwind to and fro. Bloodwind reaches up and grasps the strap trying to pull it away from her throat. She gets her feet back down ont he ground but Ivy keeps the assault going. She begins dragging Juliet around the ring. Juliet's face begins turning to a deep red and then starts to turn blue. Her fingers get trapped between the strap and her left and right jugular veins and her eyes start rolling over white.

Finally in a sheer desperation move Bloodwind drives the heel of her foot onto Ivy's bare toes. Ivy grimaces and Juliet does it again and again and a one more time. Finally Ivy releases her and both women fall to the canvas.

Buck: Now that's cheating!

Tammy: Clean break by Bloodwind.

Ivy grabs her aching toes and quickly massages the pain away as Juliet rises to her hands and knees trying to regain her breath. Ivy rises and runs over to Juliet and delivers a well place kick to the chest and Juliet grabs her chest yelling hoarsely in pain. Ivy draws her foot back once again and delivers another vicious kick to Bloodwind and this time Juliet rises up and falls back down on hr back. Ivy continues the assault and starts stomping Bloodwind like she was an insect. As Ivy delivers another stomp Juliet takes her strap and wraps it around Ivy's foot and sends her tumbling to the mat.

Juliet quickly capitalizes on the fallen red head and straddles her chest. She wraps the strap around her fist and with her free hand grabs Ivy's hair and begins pummeling the Bama beauty. Ivy cries out with each punch to her pretty face. She tries shielding herself but Juliet is too fast and her fist begin resonating inside Ivy's head like Napoleonic Artillery barrage.

Ivy finally plants her feet and thrusts her hips upward and tosses the recalcitrant little squaw to the mat. Both women get to their feet and Juliet meets Ivy with a hip toss to the mat. Ivy hits with a thud and is quickly up again and this time is sent back to the mat with a well aimed dropkick. She quickly scrambles for a corner and Juliet is quickly behind her. Ivy uses the ropes to get back to her feet and suddenly screams in horror and pain as Bloodwind grabs a hand full of red hair and begins driving Armstrong's head into the turnbuckle. With each thump the crowd counts, 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...9...10! Juliet lets the Bama Beauty go and Ivy rises upright falls backwards like a sapling hit by an axe.

Tammy: Juliet had better do womething or this thing could be over before it starts!

Buck: I told you this Bloodsucker has no game.

Tammy: That's Bloodwind Buck.

Buck: Yeah that's what I said.

The crowd responds with cheers and Bloodwind pauses and waves as Ivy tries to regroup. Bloodwind reaches down and tries to grab Ivy but Ivy begins scooting on her super fine ass all the way across the ring to the other corner. The look of pure unadulterated horror is in her eyes. She begins crying as she realizes that she has bitten off more than she can chew. She cowers as Bloodwind draws near. Ivy begins pleading for mercy and pauses in confusion. She has never seen Ivy cry. She knows she has Ivy right where she wants her. The pride of Alabama is hers for the picking. She has knocked the fight right out of her.

The crowd sees Ivy's tears and look of horror. Ivy knows that she is completely at Juliet Bloodwind's mercy. Bloodwind waves her hand to the crowd and reaches down to finish Bloodwind off. She grabs a hand full of the Bama Beauty's flame colored hair and Ivy screams bloody murder. Juliet violently yanks Ivy to her feet and suddenly lets loose a muffled cry and falls over face down in the corner.

Ivy's pity me ploy worked like a charm. The fist she drove deep into Bloodwind's womanhood dropped the Native Girl like an arrow to a 7th Cavalryman. Juliet lay in the corner in tears gasping for her breath.

Ivy stood up and primped her hair back into place. "On your feet Pocohontas," said Ivy as pulled the Indian Girl to her feet by her pony tails.

She shoved her in the corner and tied her hands with her own strap to the ropes. She pulled Juliets pants completely off and waved them to the crowd. The crowd responded with whistles and cheers and the boos of those that called themselves Bloodwind fans.

Juliet fought desperately to get her hands untied. She grew sick to her stomach as she knew what was coming. Hell everyone in the sold out arena knew what was coming.

Tammy: DON'T DO IT IVY....DON'T HUMILIATE HER LIKE THAT!

Buck: HA HA HA! SHOW TIME! Ivy said she was gonna take the squaw to the woodshed!

The first crack of leather on exposed ass flesh mixed with a woman's scream sent cheers to the ceiling and fans to their feet. Juliet screamed as the leather made repeated contact with her flesh. Tears streamed down her face and she began to lift her legs in an odd dance. She screams as her flesh burned as Ivy tore into her lucious backside and upper thighs. Ivy's grin morphed into sadistic laughter as she repeatedly lowered the leather strap across the exposes ass of the pony tailed Indian Princess.

The crowd cheered and egged Ivy on in her sadistic assault. Eventually, Juliet's own fans turned and started cheering on Ivy. Juliet looked up to the ceiling as if looking for some savior, someone, anyone to come and save her and stop the beating. Of course, no one came. No one would dare interrupt the bare ass strapping of Juliet. Its not the ire of Juliet's flame haired assailant that stopped someone from riding to Juliet's rescue, it was the crowd. Their insatiable lust for carnage was too strong.

Juliet's ass took on a basket weave pattern as whelps began to rise. Her ass and upper thighs glowed red and every contact from the strap caused her ass to jiggle. Juliet looked at her hands through tear filled eyes. She desperately worked her hadns trying to free herself from the corner. Ivy's laughter, the resounding sound of leather on flesh and the cheers of the crowd filled her hair.

Ivy stopped the beating and leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Bloodwind's hair. Shejerked back and forced Juliet to look her in the eyes. Juliet's face reflected horror and pain. Like a child whipped into submission, she looked at her tormentor through the tears that filled her eyes and roled down her cheeks. "You hear them squaw," said Ivy Belle. "Do you hear them, even your fans are screaming for me to keep spankin' this here ass of yours."

Ivy took her strap and ran it between Juliet's leg and then jerked up forcing the strap to dig into Juliet's pussy flesh. Juliet threw her head back and screamed. Her screams eventually grew louder and ear splitting as The Bama Belle began pulling fore and aft on the strap causing it to dig in and rud its rough cut edges into the sugar walls of the Indian Princess. The crowd grew rabid at the sight and Juliet began dry heaving. Her tears were drying out and anger, an anger like she never before experienced began to rise. She fought frantically to free her hands. Finally, Ivy ripped the strap backward through Juliet's pussy like Ivy was trying to crank a stubborn aged lawn mower.

As the strap cleared Juliet's sore and raw pussy, she began jumping up and down screaming. Her pony tails began bouncing up and down and Ivy put the strap to Juliet's beautiful ass once again. Ivy stopped her assault and began walking around the ring fanning herself and stretched her arms out. "That's hard wok boys!" The crowd screamed their approval at Ivy's comments. Ivy ran her finger between her cleavage and picked up a bit of the glistening persperation and placed her finger seductively in her mouth and sucked it off. The crowd cheered and Ivy, the perfect picture of a Southern Belle, curtsied for them.

Ivy rose back to her feet and looked over at her vitim. Like a spider eyeing its prey trapped in her web, she seductively walked over to Bloodwind who was slumped over the top turnbuckle sobbing. Ivy grabbed the Native Girl by her hair and was suddenly rocked backwards by a hard elbow to her face. Juliet had worked herself free! The half naked Indian Princess sprung from the corner onto the Bama Belle and snatched her by her hair and began delivering a series of vicious punches and elbows to her back. Ivy scremed and fell to her knees and Juliet pulled her back to hr feet. She delivered a vicious kick to Ivy's crotch and Armstrong fell went down like a White House Intern. Blooedwind wrapped her strap around Ivy's throat and choked her with reckless abandon.

Ivy fell flat on her stomach and Juliet straddled her back. Ivy's porcelin face was starting to turn blue. Her eyes rolled over white and her tongue was blue and swollen and protruded between her lips. Her breathing was becoming labored and death was approaching, she didn't know how long she could last and .....Juliet released her.

Ivy laid on the canvas for almost a minute, unable to move. Her beautiful sexy body was assaulted by Juliet as the Indian Princess delivered stomp and kick in rapid fire order. Juliet paraded around the ring stomping Hulk Hogan style and the crowd was now back behind her. She once again straddled Ivy and using Ivy's own strap tied her hands behind her back. She pulled Ivy up into a Boston Crab position and ripped her dasiy duke shorts from her body. She waved the shorts tothe crowd and threw them into the audience. She then drug Ivy by her hair to the ropes and stretched the Southern Belle over the second rope face down and let her strap claim some prized FAWN ass meat.

Buck: OH COME ON REF STOP THIS VULGAR DISPLAY!

Tammy: Turn aboutis fair play...round and round!

Ivy was quickly revived as Bloodwind's strap tore into her lily white ass. The crowd was again on their feet and this time they were screaming for Juliet. Ivy began crying. She freely gave up her tears and screamed for Juliet to stop. The Belle's pleas and screams for mercy fell on deaf ears that night as Juliet Bloodwind delivered pain with the authority reserved for Jesuit Priests and 19th Century British Naval Officers. Whelps quickly rose on Ivy's pasty white ass. Her face was red and tear streaked. Then in a move no one would have thought would come from the Indian Princess, Bloodwind kicked Armstrong's legs wide ass open and laid into Ivy's precious pussy with the strap. Armstrong screamed bloody murder. Her screams were the stuff of legend. Again and again the Indian Princess delivered the strap to the Bama Beauty's exposed pussy with deadly accuracy. Ivy screamed and was suddenly faced with three options, surrender to the pain and pas out, surrender to the pain and submit to Bloodwind or find a way to fight back. The first two options were not an option...yet.

Juliet looked down at the helpless red head, her ass in the air and her legs spread eagle. A gleam came to her eyes and she bent down and began administering the strap to the soles of Ivy's bare feet. Ivy's eyes widened in horror and she screamed like a bitch. In fact, it was now that Ivy was beginning to think about submitting. Through tear filled eyes she was about to submit when she got one of her feet lose and mule kicked Bloodwind in the face. The force of the kick knocked Bloodwind off of Ivy and Ivy rolled out of the ring.

Juliet was on her back int he ring trying to clear the cobwebs in her head. She touched her hand to her mouth and felt wetness. She put her hand to her face and saw a small trace of blood. Ivy had cut her lip with that kick. Meanwhile, the Bama Red Head was outside the ring allowing a fan to untie her while several surged forward and rubbed her bare reddened ass. Once Ivy's hands were free she turned and kissed her knight in shining armor and slid back into the ring. She jumped on Bloodwind and trapped Bloodwind's arms beneath her knees and began rubbing her strap across the eyes of Juliet Bloodwind. Juliet screamed and Ivy, now clearly pissed at the beating she took from this...this....Reservation Whore, wrapped the strap around her fist and began driving punch after punch into the Indian Girl's face. The punches took its desired effect as Juliet began to swoon between conscious and unconscious thought.

Ivy jumped off the Indian Princess and quickly rolled her over and hogtied her with her own strap. Juliet put up no resistance. Ivy then wrapped her legs around the Indian Girls's head, ensuring that Juliet's pretty face was well inside Ivy's womanhood, and Ivy rolled over and began grinding her pussy into Juliet's face. Juliet's muffled screams soon gave way as Ivy began to shudder with orgasim. Ivy's love juices flowed freely and flowed deep into Juliet's open mouth. Juliet cried as the salty taste of Ivy's cum filled her mouth. The more Juliet fought to free herself the faster flitted into the land of Nod. Eventually all fight left her and Ivy shuddered one last time.

The referee called for the bell and Ivy slowly rolled off of Juliet and sat next to her. She smiled and waved to the crowd. "I got mine boys!" she yelled to the crowd and they cheered wildly.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!!! IVY BELLE ARMSTRONG!!!!!

Ivy leaned over and slapped Juliet back into reality. Juliet stirred and began to cry. Ivy rose and placed her right foot onto Juliet's face and worked her toes into Juliet's mouth. "Suck em bitch." Juliet began to comply as Ivy allowed the referee to raise her hand in victory.

Tammy: Oh come on Ivy this is uncalled for! You beat the girl let her go!

Buck: Tammy, Tammy, Tammy, it is clearly evident that fair Juliet is happy on her back. Give her some fire water and no telling what she'll do!

Tammy: Fans it appears that Ivy Belle is unstoppable. Can anyone put a halt to her rise? Only time will tell. We'll be right back after these messages......