[We come back from commercial to survey the FAWN arena. The stadium is sold out, and the fans are all on their feet, screaming for their favourites and showing their appreciation for the matches thus far. Though relatively new to the wrestling community, the popularity of the womens wrestling league was rising in leaps and bounds, and being able to secure a ticket for the prestigious weekly show either took a devotion to waiting in long lines or high connections. There are signs a plenty, as well, all thrust into the air and waved about, hoping for a moment of glory infront of the sweeping cameras. Some signs that are focused on read 'A LITTLE PIECE OF LONDON', 'KYLIE CORP FOR LIFE!', and 'I WANT TO PLAY WITH SOME DIRT!'. The camera spins around, to focus on the announcers at ringside.]

Tammy DeVille: "Welcome back, Ladies and Gentlemen! And you are just in time for our highlight match of the evening!"

Buck Ansome: "That's right, and its a doozie! For the first time in FAWN history, we are going to be setting eyes upon a Slumber Match!"

Tammy: "As stipulated by Chrissy Daniel, of course. The Killer Imp has set the match, and Jewel DeVine agreed to the terms. No disqualifications, no count outs, no pinfalls or submissions. Yes, the only way to win this match is to knock the opponent out. And let us not forget the latest development...the loser of this match has to leave the federation."

Buck: "The anticipation is high for this one! You wonder, Tammy, why Jewel would possibly agree to these match type terms?"

Tammy: "Well, this was the only way that the High Priestess could get Chrissy Daniel into the ring again, to face her. Just a couple weeks ago, Jewel had looked all but unstoppable...but Chrissy Daniel uncovered her little secret, and it was the Killer Imp who came out on top."

Buck: "Barely!"

Tammy: "Close or not, that is how it has been recorded in the record books. The only woman that Jewel DeVine has ever lost to. And in rather humbling fashion, no less. She has a score to settle this evening."

[The arena goes black as the Apotheosis Now remix of 'OH FORTUNA' begins to fill the stadium. The jumbotron monitor shows a grainy, black and white image of a desolate room with chains hanging from the ceiling, which the camera slowly manuevers through. Small, candle like pyrotechnics illuminate the exit from the dressing room area, barely providing enough light to greet the entrance of FAWNs newest member. She walks down the entrance ramp slowly, methodically, with a purpose, small lights to either side of the ramp following her motion. The fans watch in awed silence.]

Buck: "Miss Jewel Devine. One of the most dominant forces ever in the history of womens wrestling. Chrissy may have...well....uncovered a secret to success against Jewel, but all good things come to an end."

Tammy: "Impossibly strong, and durable. Not to mention her penchant for erotic humiliations. I do not admire her tactics, but you have to admire her record."

[Jewel enters the ring, and stands in the center as the lights finally come back on. The raven haired woman is wearing a long robe that hides the dimensions of her body from view, but, with a quick gesture, the garment is removed, exposing her ring attire. The diminutive goth wears a tiny black bikini top that strains against her generous assets, and a small bikini bottom that barely hides her sex from view. The bikini is complimented by her elbow length black gloves and knee high black boots, and around her neck rests a red jewel that glistens and glimmers under the lights of the stadium. The rest of her small, flawless body is exposed, the paleness of her skin emphasized by her black clothing.]

Buck: "Ah yes....let's see some Priestess skin, honey!"

Tammy: "Disgraceful, how someone could wrestle in something so small."

Buck: "I will never complain if someone as gorgeous as that chooses to wrestle in something like that!"

[Suddenly, the lights go low. Van Halen's "Beautiful Girls" erupts from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature guitar intro bursting into the arena. Precisely as the drum roll thunders in, a shower of sparks explodes from above, showering the entire arena in momentarilly blinding light. Finally as the rest of the band joins in, two flares go off on either side of the entry way at the top of the aisle and Chrissy Daniel, the killer imp, bounces in wearing her red pleather string bikini top and matching hipster bikini briefs, cut low at the waist and even with the crotch! Over the outfit she wears an undone black trenchcoat, that swirls about her curvateous figure as she bounds down towards the ring.]

Tammy: "And yet another FAWN competitor that likes to show off her figure in tiny l'il garments...though I've never seen that trenchcoat on her before. What do you think its purpose is here tonight, me bucko?"

Buck: "Who cares. Chrissy certainly looks focused, and determined here. Who do you think will take this one, Tammy?"

Tammy: "Well, Chrissy has won before, and Jewel's secret is out. If the Killer Imp manages to get her hands on that pendant, and remove it for a second time, she should win this match. I'm going to give her the edge."

Buck: "I think it's payback time, personally. Jewel is angry and motivated here. And let's not forget that Chrissy has to get her hands on the amulet! Jewel will be extra careful to make sure that that doesn't happen.!"

Tammy: "True enough. With the pendant, Jewel is damn near unstoppable. Without it, she is, well, rather vulnerable. I think that is the key to victory here for Chrissy."

[Coming down the aisle, Chrissy Daniel's cherubic face lights up the arena. The crowd is mixed in its reaction. How can such a cute and innocent looking girl have such a viscious reputation in the ring? She runs down the rest of the aisle, her big chest bouncing as she runs, the crowd buzzing as the nubile hellion makes her rowdy, energetic arrival. Egging the crowd on with her sexy body crackling with energy, she makes her way to the ring. Taking the ring steps two at a time, she careens through the ropes, her full, rounded ass perfectly framed by the tight red pleather boy-cut bottoms. Standing in mid ring, she flips her thick lustrous hair back over her head, bouncing provocatively, shadowboxing a couple punches, big chest bouncing satisfyingly. Mounting the bottom rope in her corner, she puts her hand to her ear, encouraging the mixed reaction of boos, cheers and whistles. Smiling her playfully innocent smile, she hops down from the ropes, setting her large rack jiggling in the tight skimpy bikini top. As the music dies down, she removes the black trenchcoat, the garment fallin in a disorganized pile under the ropes on her side of the ring, and Chrissy settles back into her corner, her plushly sexy body vibrant as she waits for the start of the match, shaking her head enough to set the light sparkling off her luxurious hair, her chest straining within her bikini top.]

Buck: "And here it comes, the clash of the titans. Jewel stands in the center of the ring, head bowed, raven hair hanging in her face, arms dangling limply at her sides as she regards her opponent."

Tammy: "Like a cat inspecting it's prey."

Buck: "Chrissy remains in her corner, still smiling, and she winks at Jewel. With no reaction. The Killer Imp certainly appears to be rather flippant over this match. Does she know someting we don't?"

Tammy: "I bet she knows a lot you don't, me bucko."

Buck: "Ouch!"

DING DING DING

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Jewel cautiously watched her opponent as she stepped out of her corner, as the buxom brunette casually sauntered over to the center of the ring. The High Priestess had fought this woman before, and had lost. Unbelievable, and entirely intolerable. Jewel had dominated her smaller opponent, had tossed her from one corner of the ring to the other like the undeserving rag doll that she was, just as she did to all her opponents. But the diminutive goth's power lay in the pendant that hung around her neck, on the ruby that glittered under the arena's lights. Chrissy had someone become aware of this, and her victory had been assured by removing this pendant. Jewel relied too much on the device; she was an unskilled competitor, had no true wrestling abilities. Without the pendant, she lacked her strength, lacked her durability, and had been easy prey to Chrissy's skilled assaults.

Tonight, she would make Chrissy pay. There was no way the Killer Imp would remove the pendant tonight. Jewel would not give her the opportunity. So long as the artifact remained around her neck, she was unstoppable. That was the key to success. And Chrissy was going to pay for what she had done to her before. Jewel may have had to agree to the terms of the match to get the Cherubic Imp into the squared circle again, but all rules were unimportant. Chrissy was here, and she was going to pay.

"Hey, Priesty. Am I ever glad that you came back for more." Chrissy purred as she stepped close, one hand slowly moving out, sliding against the front of Jewel's bikini bottom, teasing that which lay beneath. The gorgeous goth just stood there, and made no effort to stop her. "Let's see how long it takes for me to stroke you this time, my pretty."

The diminutive goth lashed out with a fist, driving it into Chrissy's tender midsection, strong enough to drive the air out of the imp's lungs and to make her double over with a breathless cry. Wasting no time, Jewel picked the red bikini clad beauty up, scopping her up off of the ground with ease, and bodyslammed her down to the canvas, the impact enough to make Chrissy cry out and arc her back, her huge breasts quivering from within the confines of her string bikini.

The Killer Imp quickly hopped back to her feet...but Jewel was right there, like an out of control locomotive, dashing at Chrissy, her raven hair whipping out behind her, and she struck the buxom brunette with an extended forearm, a running closeline with enough momentum to cause Chrissy to spin in mid air, to perform a full 360 and slam facefist to the canvas with an awkward cry. A lesser woman would have remained on the canvas; but Chrissy was not a lesser woman. The killer imp again struggled to her feet, though much more slowly than before, refusing to admit that this gothic imposter, that this Priestess Putz, had the advantage, even for a second. And this time, she returned to the canvas even quicker, picked up and spinebustered down to the mat, the impact strong enough to make her bounce in place.

Jewel stood, and stared down at her prey, emotionless, her raven hair hainging in her face. She was in control, exactly where she was supposed to be. Chrissy had gotten lucky before. That was it. With the pendant strapped about her neck, she was unstoppable, undefeatable. And there was no way that this so-called 'Killer Imp' was going to get lucky for a second time. Not so long as Jewel continued to press the advantage.

Chrissy was struggling to her feet....the scantily clad goth picked her up, over her head, with ease, so that the buxom brunette was facing the ground, arms and legs dangling uselessly from Jewel's grip. Walking around the perimeter of the squared circle, Jewel began to bench press her ailing opponent, lifting her up and down with ease, showing off her power to the throngs of awed fans. Jewel was small, thin, pale, with no muscle definition, but she handled herself in the squared circle like a champion bodybuilder.

Finally, almost as if an afterthought, Jewel released Chrissy, who fell from her perch to the canvas face first with a pained cry. The brunette doubled over, clutching her belly, head bowed. Grabbing a handful of hair, the High Priestess tugged, guiding her smaller opponent to her feet.

However, Chrissy countered with a forearm to Jewel's crotch, bringing her arm up between the High Priestess's legs, slamming her forearm directly up into Jewel's vulnerable womanhood. Jewel cried out, her tiny bikini bottom offering no protection from the offensive attack. Releasing her grip on Chrissy's hair, she brought her hands down to her pussy, clutching at the aching orfice, riveted in place by the pain. Eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agap, she was paralyzed as the pain sped throughout her pale figure like wildfire.

"You pathetic putz, you really don't have a brain in that empty l'il head of yours." Chrissy remarked, grabbing a handful of raven hair, pulling Jewel forward so that their faces were bare inches from one another. "You agree to my match? You don't know what you're getting into."

Chrissy drove a knee up into Jewel's already tender crotch, earning another cry from the High Priestess's ruby painted lips, and a punch to the face sent the gorgeous goth down to the canvas, her huge breasts quivering with impact, her hands still at her groin. With a cherubic smile, Chrissy slid out of the squared circle, and grabbed one of the chairs located at ringside.

Jewel was a fool. Desperation may have been a factor...but you never agreed to the terms of your opponent, no matter how enticing they may appear at first. Jewel may have had the pendant...but Chrissy had that countered with her stipulations. No rules. No disqualification. How *perfect*.

Jewel was finally struggling back to her feet in the squared circle, doubled over, hands still at her tender crotch, massaging the sensitive flesh in a vain effort to sate the pain. A testiment to her durability was the fact that she was already standing; most women would have remained on the mat, still paralyzed by the underhanded move. However, the High Priestess was still seeing the world through pain lidded eyes. She did not really see Chrissy slid back into the ring, see the cherubic imp fold up the chair and hold it high in the air, for the fans to see, some of them cheering, some of them jeering her underhanded tactics.

And then, like Barry Bonds standing at home plate, Chrissy swung the chair, slamming it into Jewel's face, Jewel still dazed enough to forget to protect her face, so she was struck with the full impact of the chair. But, amazingly, the High Priestess did not go down. No, the scantily clad goth cried out, and was forced back, against the ropes by the force of the blow, her hands instintively forgetting about the pain in her womanhood, instead travelling to her face. She stumbled out, away from the ropes, and Chrissy drove the chair up, between her legs, slamming the hard metal into Jewel's already tenderized womanhood. The goth cried out, and her knees wobbled, as pain erupted from her sensitive pussy, her boot covered legs threatening to buckle as her hands again fell to her pussy.

Another chair shot to the face, and Jewel spun around, so that her back was to Chrissy, still on her feet, amazingly so, but even the most unobservant spectators could see the state she was in. Jewel was dazed, confused, her eyes unfocused and swimming about, her mouth agap. Her hands, just a few moments ago clutching her womanhood, dangled uselessly at her sides. She didn't know where she was, what she was doing, what was going on. She turned around, again, on unsteady legs....

And Chrissy slammed the chair directly into her face.

Finally, the High Priestess slumped to the ground. One final shot to the face, and the diminutive goth collapsed, falling to the canvas, and she just lay there, on her back, arms and legs splayed, her huge breasts quivering from within the confines of her teeny black bikini top. She had taken enough....Jewel's eyes were closed, her face relaxed as if in peaceful slumber, the only signs of activity the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in air. It was hard to believe, given how dominant she had been in the past, how unbelievably durable she was. Her arrogance had done her in, however, agreeing to the terms of the match without any forethought, and Chrissy had capitalized on it.

Chrissy tossed away the chair without a second thought, and regarded her opponent with a knowing smirk. The killer imp was well aware of her power, knew its source. Still, the ruby lay strapped around Jewel's neck, the light reflecting off of the pendant, seeming to sparkle under the arena's lights. It was but a matter of time before the High Priestess recuperated, due to its power. But Chrissy had a plan; yes, the buxom brunette wanted to send a message out. Jewel had destroyed so many, due to the strength of the ruby. But Chrissy wanted to prove that it was but a crutch, that the diminutive goth could be beaten even with its assistance.

Walking over to her corner, Chrissy reached into the confines of her trenchcoat, the red bikini covered imp removing an item from within its pocket. The audience watched, spellbound, as the buxom brunette removed an object, and held it high into the air, for all to see. It was a fairly long, white cylindrical object, not too wide, almost like a schoolyard pointer or a piece of chalk. Most didn't know what it was, but Chrissy paraded it around the perimeter of the squared circle as if it was a piece of the ark, as if its value was of utmost significance.

Finally, Chrissy twisted it in her hand...and what it was became clear. It began to vibrate in her hand, the sound echoing throughout the arena and bouncing off the back walls, loud enough for even the most faint of hearing to catch. It was a dildo.

Jewel continued to lie on her back, as if in peaceful slumber, the paleness of her curvateous figure emphasized by her black clothing, by her black elbow length gloves and knee high boots, her bikini top struggling to contain her assets even while perfectly still, her tiny bikini bottom fully emphasized due to her splayed legs. Her flawless body was still, vulnerable, completely defenseless. Never before had the fans seen her so incapacitated. It had been amazing, how many chair shots she had received before finally succumbing, and a testiment to her durability was the fact that she was not bleeding, her gorgeous face untouched by blood, peaceful, serene, as if sleeping.

The High Priestess offered no resistance, and complied as Chrissy knelt between her splayed legs, and slid her bikini bottom down, off of her pelvic area so that it was puddled about her thighs, fully exposing her crotch to the crowd. Covered in an abundance of curly, raven black pubic hair, it was neatly arranged, pointing down to her womanhood like an arrow, her pussy long and thin, her crotch just as pale as the rest of her diminutive frame. Slowly, tantilizing, as if with a lover instead of an opponent, Chrissy slid the vibrating dildo into Jewel's snatch, enjoying the sensation, teasing the goth's vulnerability. The only reward that she got was a slight gasp, until the device was buried in the High Priestess's pussy, its vibrating action stimulating her repressed womanhood, repeatedly moving against her clitoris and the inner cavities of her most sensitive area.

The device, even when fully emerged, still stuck out nearly 2 inches from the diminutive goth's pussy. And that was when the killer imp's full plan came into fruition. Instead of remaining there, seated, between Jewel's shapely gams, Chrissy slid her bikini bottom back up, so that it once again covered Jewel's pelvic area. The garment, once taunt to the High Priestess's pale body, now bulged out where it met the vibrator, firmly keeping the device in place, the taunt garment stretched out to accomodate for the foreign object, made transluscent under the strain, so that those at ringside could clearly make out the white device beneath the fabric.

The vibrator was now secured, held inside of Jewel's womanhood by her bikini bottom, and the High Priestess let out another gasp as the stimulation began to take effect. The diminutive goth began to stir, began to gather her bearings, arms and legs still splayed, the buried vibrator still loud enough for the rapt audience to hear. The black clad beauty wasn't aware of her sourroundings, but she was aware of a stirring in her nether regions, was beginning to feel the effects of the vibrators relentless assault. She unconciously reached her hands down, to discover what it was that was working against her, what it was that was affecting her in such a fashion.

And that was when Chrissy grabbed a hold of her arms, pulling the ailing Priestess's arms up over her head, and, moving deftly, the killer imp seated herself on the vulnerable goth's head, burying her face beneath her bikini covered buttocks, trapping her in a face sit, her arms firmly pinned beneath her knees. Humiliation was the key, even more so than domination. If Jewel couldn't reach the offensive device, she couldn't remove it, and would be powerless to stop the vibrator from doing as it should. The High Priestess would be trapped, and there was nothing that the diminutive goth could do about it.

Jewel simply lay there, Chrissy seated on her face, preventing her escape, and let out another gasp, almost a whimper. Her pale body lay before the Killer Imp, completely vulnerable, the front of her bikini bottom jutting 2 inches out from her delectible figure, firmly holding the vibrator in place, deeply buried inside of the High Priestess's pussy. Nobody could see the goth's face, hidden beneath Chrissy's ass, but they could sense the excitement, were well aware of what was about to happen to her. Jewel kicked out, her boot covered legs harmlessly moving about, without the energy or conviction necessary to unseat her smaller opponent. And stil the dildo vibrated, working its magic on her repressed pussy.

Chrissy could not be happier. It had gone according to plan, exactly as she had predicted. She had Jewel trapped, helpless, the arrogant High Priestess firmly under her control. Her pale body lay before her, completely open to whatever Chrissy wanted to do, even with that damn ruby pinned around her neck. Oh sure, Jewel may regain strength at some point in the future...but with a distinct lack of concentration. That vibrator buried inside of her womanhood was sure to keep her mind occupied, and unable to focus. Chrissy watched the High Priestess's boot covered legs kick out, harmlessly, still smiling, and was rewarded with another gasp as the stimulation began to take effect. Oh yes....Jewel was hers.

Even better, the Killer Imps hands were free, and Chrissy definitely wanted to use them to best advantage. Reaching forward, she grabbed a handful of Jewel's huge, vulnerable breasts, though the fabric of her black bikini top, and jiggled them, as if taunting her inability to stop her, her touch enough to inspire another gasp from Jewel's trapped mouth. Then, gripping the front of the fabric, Chrissy ripped the bikini top apart, fully exposing Jewel's huge, plump breasts, which quivered upon release. The buxom brunette removed the garment from Jewel's diminutive frame, fully exposing her flawless upper body, much to the cheers of the audience, as they set eyes upon the High Priestess's virginal orbs. They were huge, as pale as the rest of her sleek figure, her nipples small and ruby red, a bright stopsign against a white background.

Jewel was powerless to stop Chrissy from again gripping a handful of her plump melons, and could only let out another whimper as the imp began to fondle her flesh, began to cup and caress the huge orbs, sliding her hands all over the defenseless orbs, pinching her nipples and stimulating her vulnerable breasts. She still sat on Jewel's face, the gorgeous goth's arms firmly pinned beneath her knees, preventing any notion of escape or protection. And the vibrator continued its relentless assault, buried deep within the diminutive goth's pussy, held in place by the front of her black bikini bottom, which bulged out from the vibrator's pressure.

Jewel's boot covered legs moved about, sliding from side to side and harmlessly kicking at the canvas, as if attempting to escape, as if knowing that she had to get out of the hold, but lacking the strength or willpower to do so. Whimpered gasps began to spill from her lips, barely audible over the dildo's vibration, as the stimulation started to spread throughout her diminutive frame, both her chest and womanhood subjected to erotic assaults. She was the High Priestess, the highly arrogant, the woman whom had dominated so many in the fledgling league. But now, here she was, trapped beneath Chrissy, unable to escape, completely vulnerable to the Killer Imps erotic intent.

The fans watched in rapt attention as Chrissy continued to pleasure the helpless goth, her hands cupping and caressing her huge, exposed breasts, each pinch and slide earning another uncontrollable sigh, her leather clad legs still harmlessly moving about. The vibrator firmly wedged in her womanhood, relentlessly moving against her repressed pussy, striking her untouched clitoris and inner cavity with unswaying conviction, firmly held in place by the front of her bikini bottom. No matter how she struggled, she could not unseat the dildo, as her uncontainable whimpers and sighs began to increase in intensity. Trapped and helpless, she was unable to do a thing to stop the erotic assault.

Jewels face could not be seen, hidden beneath Chrissy's bikini covered butt, but the effects began to show on her diminutive frame, as Chrissy's caress began to make her breasts grow hard, her nipples standing to attention as they were cupped and fondled, over and over again, the Killer Imp moving slowly yet purposefully, her hands fully exploring the goth's huge, mallable orbs.

The High Priestess knew that she had to escape. She had been stunned by the repeated chair shots, and had been unable to keep the buxom brunette from sliding the dildo into place, and from trapping it with her bikini bottom. And now, it vibrated relentlessly within her, the ecstacy slowly beginning to build, starting to take over her diminutive frame. Never had she experienced such emotion, and, because of this, she did not know how to deal with it. She was the High Priestess...she had dominated so many before her, had expected exactly the same thing to happen here, against the young upstart. But now here she was, firmly trapped, and, despite the pendant strapped about her neck, she could not escape.

It was growing increasingly hard to concentrate, as the vibrator worked its deadly magic, as the pleasure slowly swept through her pale body, in waves, in rippling action that was impossible to ignore. Even worse, each touch of Chrissy's hand against her exposed breasts was inciting, was increasing the pleasure tenfold. Jewel tried to lift up, multiple times, to get the buxom brunette off of her face, but she could not. The will had been drained from her. She moved her legs about, in vain, trying to get the dildo to slip out of place, but could not. It was firmly held in place by her bikini bottom.

The whimpered gasps escaped her lips, uncontrollably, her huge breasts hardened by Chrissy's action, her lithe body trembling beneath the Killer Imp. Each passing second sent a new ripple of ecstacy through her pale figure, and her pussy began to get wet, her inspired juices starting to build, her womanhood unused to such an assault, her body not prepared for such pleasure.

Chrissy was enjoying herself...she knew exactly what she had to do, and couldn't help but be pleased at how well it was going. The arrogant High Priestess, trapped beneath her, unable to do anything but succumb to Chrissy's erotic assaults. And succumbing she was...her huge breasts were rock hard, her nipples standing to attention, quivering with her pathetic struggles, her boot covered legs still kicking around. Even better, Chrissy could tell that Jewel was growing rather slick down below...the sounds of the vibrator was now like it was working against a wet orfice, instead of but a repressed opening. The gasps and sighs that were escaping Jewel's lips were starting to get louder, emerging from beneath Chrissys butt.

Chrissy held her there for a long time...and, though the activity was repetitive and slow, not a spectator in the house wished for it to end. The High Priestess lay beneath Chrissy, her face hidden beneath Chrissy's ass, her glove covered arms beneath her knees, boot covered legs moving about as the buxom brunette fondled her huge, exposed orbs. Uncontainable moans and gasps escaped Jewel's lips, at each caress of Chrissy's hand, barely audible over the vibrator, which was firmly wedged in the helpless goth's womanhood, held firmly in place by the front of her black bikini bottom, the fabric sticking out under the dildo's pressure, the stretchy material made transluscent by how far it was sticking out. The fans knew exactly what they were watching, and they loved it. The arrogant priestess was trapped, helpless, vulnerable. The erotic assault affecting her diminutive frame to new depths, inspiring her breasts to hardness, pleasured trembles sweeping through her pale figure at increasing intervals. Release had to be but a few seconds away.

When finally Chrissy stopped the erotic assault, and got up off of Jewel's diminutive frame, everyone in the audience could tell how aroused the High Priestess was. She peacefully complied as Chrissy grabbed a handful of raven black hair and tugged, guiding her to her feet, the goth seeing the world through lust lidded eyes, barely able to stand, her face betraying her vulnerability and weakness. She was still a little dazed, disoriented from the lack of oxygen she had gotten while her face had been buried beneath Chrissy's butt.

Jewel realized that her hands were free, that she could use them to remove the dildo from her pussy, could reach beneath the waistband of her black bikini bottom and remove the offensive object. But just as the High Priestess realized that, the Killer Imp pulled the goth forward, and trapped her in a bearhug, Chrissy's arms wrapped about her pale midsection, putting tremendous pressure on her belly and abdomon, and also firmly trapping Jewel's arms at her side.

The pale goth moaned at the pressure, and twisted her diminutive body, attempting to escape from the damaging hold, but Chrissy had it locked in tightly. Their two luscious bodies were tightly pressed together, Chrissy's bikini covered breasts smunched against Jewel's exposed orbs, flattening them to her chest. The High Priestess stood a couple of inches taller than the Killer Imp, but was much more slender. She only wore her knee high black leather boots, her elbow length black leather gloves and her tiny black bikini bottom, the rest of her pale, flawless figure open and exposed, vulnerable to Chrissy's strength. And still the dildo was deeply buried within her pussy, held in place by the front of her bikini bottom, the relentless vibrations filling the stadium and echoing off of the rear walls.

She moaned, and bowed her head, sweaty black hair hanging in her face, the breath and life being squeezed out of her. Jewel was finding it hard to breath, and hard to concentrate with the vibrator deeply buried within her pussy, its movement continuing its erotic attack on her clitoris and inner cavity, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her slender frame. Her breathing was shallow and quick, intermixed with uncontainable gasps and moans. The High Priestess's boot covered legs threatened to buckle beneath her, unable to sustain her weight due to her own growing pleasure, her glove covered arms dangling uselessly at her sides, her exposed breasts hardened, her nipples erect.

And then, Chrissy began to slide her breasts back and forth, driving her own orbs into Jewel's already weakened melons, the fabric of her red bikini top coarse enough to jag at the goth's already sensitized nipples. Slowly and erotically, Chrissy assaulted Jewel's exposed breasts with her own contained orbs, each slide of her body causing another cry to escape Jewel's lips. Though their breasts were of the same size, Jewel's were fully exposed, had already been subjected to an eternity of Chrissy's gentle caress. The High Priestess did not stand a chance, and she flipped her head back so that she was staring at the buxom brunette through lust lidded eyes, her mouth agap, her breathing coming in short, impulsive spurts, little whimpered gasps of pleasure escaping her lips at each slide.

Jewel could not believe this; she had dominated so many opponents before this insolent whelp, had been sure that this match would end in the same fashion. She had thought herself unstoppable. Wrapped around her neck was a pendant found deep within the earths core, an artifact that gave the wearer increased strength and stamina. Nobody had come close to beating her before, not with the ruby firmly affixed in place. But now here she was, unable to concentrate, the pleasure affecting her ability to focus, to keep her mind on anything else but her own ecstacy. And she could not stop it; Her elbow covered hands were tight to her sides, pinned there, so that she could not reach down. The dildo remained wedged in her womanhood, vibrating loud enough for all the fans in the arena to hear, working its relentless magic against her repressed sex. Even worse, the vibrator was held in place by the front of her bikini bottom, the flimsy garment sticking 2 inches from her defenseless body due to the force exerted by the dildo. Try as hard as she could, she could not remove the offensive device.

Her pale body rippled in pleasure, and she could not keep the whimpered gasps and moans from escaping her ruby painted lips. She hung there, her boot covered legs no longer able to support her weight, held up by her opponent, who had her trapped in a grueling bearhug. She stared at Chrissy through lust lidded eyes, moaning in ecstacy at each slide of Chrissy's breasts against her own, at each wave of pleasure spreading up from her pussy. All her body wanted was release..it was screaming for it, pleading for it, the ecstacy uncontainable, unignorable.

"You like that, don't you, you imperfect putz." Chrissy remarked in her jarring, sarcastic tone. She was quite obviously enjoying this.

"P...please, Chrissy." Jewel panted out, unable to form coherent words on first try, her words and syllables broken up by her quickly paced breathing and moans. "No.....uhh....no more..."

Jewel was quite slick downstairs...she could feel her own juices, could actually hear them as they muffled the sound of the vibrator. A wet, squishy sound, relentless and repeated. She needed release....she could not concentrate until she had been satisfied. But that was not to be, not know. Despite that which was sweeping through her diminutive frame, despite how affected she already was by the dildo and Chrissy's caress, she could not complete her own satisfaction. Aside from increased strength and stamina, the artifact about her neck also gave her unparalleled durability. As much as she wanted to finish herself off, to come to the inevitable conclusion...the pendant was not going to allow her to do so. Not yet.

Chrissy held her there for a while longer, Jewel's hardened breasts growing red under Chrissy's attack, her stimulated nipples burning with each slide of Chrissy's covered breasts against the exposed aeola. The crowd watched in rapt attention; it was quite a sight to see. The arrogant High Priestess, trapped in Chrissy's bearhug, held there, in fact, as her black leather boot covered legs dangled uselessly, unable to support her own weight. Jewel stared at Chrissy with lust lidded eyes, her vulnerability and helplessness written all over her pale face, each slide of Chrissy's breasts against her own causing her to cry out, breathy moans that filled the stadium. But these were barely audible over the sounds of the dildo, the vibrator that was wedged into her pussy, held there by the front of her bikini bottom, the slick connection of plastic to pussy loud enough to fill the arena, to echo off of the walls and catch the attention of those in the cheap seats.

When Chrissy finally released her, Jewel slumped face first to the ground, and just lay there, her slender, flawless body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her huge orbs leaking out of the side of her pale frame. She was decidedly vulnerable, only wearing her black elbow length gloves, her black knee high boots and tiny bikini bottom, the garment having slid up into her asscrack, fully exposing each of her smooth, sweat covered buttocks. She continued to moan, the gasps escaping her lips in breathy spurts, as the vibrator continued to caress her pussy, the positon of her body further burying the device into her already wettened womanhood. As the fans watched, she began to gyrate her hips, as if truly seeking satisfaction, enabling the dildo better penetration to her repressed sex, allowing the device to touch parts of her pussy not previously sated.

Her arms were splayed above her...but suddenly, it was as if she realized that her hands were free. Though a lust clouded mind, the diminutive goth reached down, towards her pussy, meaning to remove the offensive item.

"Oh no you don't, my pretty."

Chrissy Daniel grabbed a hold of her arms, and pulled them up, above her pale body. Then, the buxom brunette seated herself on Jewel's ass, further burying the vibrator inside of her pussy, the motion enough to cause a loud, undying moan to escape the High Priestess's lips. Chrissy then pulled her arms back, trapping Jewel in a seated surfboard, Jewel's upper body pulled back, off of the ground so that her face and chest were visible. The goth moaned at the pressure put on her back, her mammoth breasts quivering before her with her struggles, her eyes still half lidded, her sweaty black hair hanging in her face.

And then, the Killer Imp began to buck up and down, on Jewel's ass, further intensifying her already explosive pleasure, allowing the dildo to slide out of her pussy, then driving it back in as she bucked back down on the helpless goth's ass. Each slam earned a loud, orgasmic cry to escape Jewel's lips, short yet uncontainable, her exposed chest jiggling with the motion, her eyes half lidded. It was hard to believe that such pleasure existed, that she could feel such ecstacy without having any release. Jewel was lost in her own lust, completely forgetting where she was or who was watching, each buck sending the dildo back into the far reaches of her pussy, sending new waves of pleasure though her already ecstacy filled figure. She wanted release, craved it, and was perched on the edge of it without falling over. All she could think of was the orgasm, and she helplessly gyrated her own hips in motion with Chrissy's strikes, further intensifying the dildo's effect, hoping that her own assistance would somehow manage to get the job done.

The High Priestess. But a few short minutes ago, she was totally in control, utterly arrogant and sure of herself, coming to the ring in a long black robe, knowing that victory would be hers. Now, she was trapped, completely helpless and vulnerable, her huge chest exposed, her pale, flawless figure coated in sweat, orgasmic gasps and moans escaping her ruby painted lips, arms pulled back in a seated surfboard as the vibrator wedged into her pussy worked its relentless magic. And the fans loved it.

Chrissy knew how close Jewel was, knew exactly how lost the gothic beauty was in her own rising ecstacy. The buxom brunette could feel Jewel's hips moving beneath her, in tune with her own bucking actions, could sense the trembles that were rushing through her diminutive frame, could hear how slick her pussy was. The vibrator hitting it was now like a bumblebee trapped in a thin layer of water. The High Priestess had thought Chrissy easy prey, had thought her an easy win. And now she was trapped beneath the Killer Imp, scantily clad, her exposed breasts quivering with each bounce, her pleasured moans and gasps filling the stadium.

Chrissy finally released her grip on Jewel's arms, and the goth's upper body ungracefully slumped to the ground. The brunette got up, off of the High Priestess, and regarded her as she lay there, her flawlessly pale figure coated in a thin layer of sweat, her milky white breasts leaking out the sides of her body. Her arms were splayed to either side of her, but Chrissy doubted that Jewel even realized that her hands were free, that she could remove the offensive item from her womanhood if she wanted to. She continued to moan, her barely covered ass gyrating around, allowing the dildo better entry to her already sopping wet pussy, lost in her own lust, dreaming for a conclusion. Hardly the image of aristocracy she held just a few short minutes ago.

Chrissy reached down, and grabbed a hold of the scantily clad goth's nipples, one in each hand, the already weakened nipples like putty in the Killer Imps hands, her touch enought to incite another agonized moan from Jewel's lips. Jewel stood slowly, her boot covered legs barely able to support her, breathy gasps continuing to escape her lips, barely audible over the sounds of the vibrator. In fact, Chrissy nearly had to drag the ailing goth over to the corner, by her nipples, the High Priestess barely able to walk, her legs like jelly, her knee high black leather boots offering no additional support.

The buxom brunette shoved her back into a corner, Jewel's huge breasts heaving upon impact, and then hooked her glove covered arms over the ropes, to either side of the turnbuckle. Then, gripping one boot covered leg, Chrissy hooked the pale gam over the second rope beside her. She repeated the process with the other shapely leg, so that Jewel's legs were now splayed, her pelvic area fully exposed and uncovered, vulnerable. Jewel just hung there, her head bowed, her sweaty black hair hanging in her face, pleasured moans and gasps escaping her lips. The vibrator was firmly wedged into her womanhood, held in place by her juice soaked bikini bottom, the fabric stretched out 2 inches due to the devices's size, the material made nearly transluscent by the stretching.

Grabbing a handful of sweat soaked hair, Chrissy pulled Jewel's head back, so that the High Priestess's face could be seen, her lust filled eyes made to stare at the brunette, half lidded, ecstatic gasps still escaping her luscious lips as the vibrator continued to pulsate within her pussy. She looked helpless, vulnerable, her weakness all too apparent.

"You like this, don't you, you putz." Chrissy spat out, enjoying herself. "Well, let's see what you can do."

And then, with that, Chrissy released her grip on Jewel's hair, and stepped back. She had no intention of setting another hand on the pale goth, not until the action was over. The pleasure had taken over the High Priestess's body, existed in every inch of her flawless, diminutive frame, unignorable and all too emphatic. She had already been humiliated...but there was so much more that could be done. After all, Jewel wanted a conclusion....and if she didn't get it from the Killer Imp, then who could she possibly turn to?

The gorgeous goth kept her head up, staring at the world through lust filled eyes, gasping and moaning as the agonizing pleasure kept her riveted in place. She knew, dimly, where she was, what was going on. But all of that was secondary, unimportant. All she wanted was respite, finality, to have the pleasure blissfully end. She bucked up and down, in place, her huge, sweaty breasts heaving with her motion, attempting to allow the vibrator better penetration, but that did not happen.

The front of her bikini bottom was extremely wet, saturated with her inspired juices, her love fluids flowing from her repressed womanhood, wettening her thighs and the offensive device stuck into her pussy. She had been pleasured for nearly a half hour now...but still no resolution, still no completion. The ecstacy was agonizing, brutal, maddening. Jewel moaned and gasps, her hardened breasts swinging about on her chest, her nipples standing to attention, her sweaty body trembling in pure, unadulterated joy.

She reached a hand forward, grabbed a hold of one of her exposed, huge orbs, and began to fondle the breast, sending further ripples of lust through her diminutive frame, cupping and caressing her repressed melon with reckless abandon. Her moans began to build in intenity and pitch...and the crowd watched in rapt attention as she moved her other hand, down to her womanhood, slid it beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom, and wrapped her digits around the dildo. Finally, she had a hold on her tormenter, on the device that had caused her so much ecstacy.

And then, the raven haired goth began to slide the device in and out of her wet womanhood, quickly, using her own hand to allow the vibrator greater penetration. The High Priestess was now willingly fucking herself, masturbating with the dildo, infront of all of the fans, right in the middle of the squared circle, lost in her ecstacy, wanting a conclusion, wanting an orgasm. Jewel quickly fucked herself, wanting resolution as quickly as possibly, sliding the device in and out of her slick pussy with speed, her other hand fondling one of her huge, sweaty orbs.

The scantily clad goth's cries began to build in intensity, in pitch, her moans and cries filling the stadium as she stared at the ceiling through lust lidded eyes. Her flawless, pale body bucked up and down, in motion with her thrusts, her exposed orbs quivering on her chest, her diminutive frame trembling, her hips uncontrollably spasming as she hung in her corner, her boot covered legs held to either side of her, holding her in the air. The arrogant High Priestess, lost in her own emotion, fucking herself with the dildo, her hand beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom, firmly gripping the vibrator, moving it in and out of her love box as quickly as she possibly could.

The gorgeous goth was lost, helpless to fight, powerless to resist. She just wanted it so bad, wanted it to end, wanted for the inevitable finality to grip her. So she hung there, scantily clad, her flawlessly pale body quivering, exposed orbs glistening with sweat, head thrown back as she plunged the device into her pussy, again and again, each slide of her hand inspiring a throaty moan, each caress of her breast earning a whimpered sigh. The High Priestess, decidedly vulnerable, only wearing her elbow length black gloves and knee high black boots, her bikini bottom huddled slightly down, the rest of her gorgeous figure exposed and trembling at her touch.

Her cries filled the stadium, as she masturbated infront of all the fans. The arrogant High Priestess, reduced to this, a woman controlled by her own lust filled emotions. And then, finally, she cried out, a long, lust filled howl, throwing her head back, her hips spasming around the foreign device as she orgasmed, as she came, the force of the delivery enough to make the whole ring shudder.

She bowed her head, the panting all too audible as she removed the device from her pussy, the dildo saturated in her own jucies, and turned it off. The arena was silent, save for the breathy pants escaping the High Priestess's lips. Jewel tossed the device to the canvas...and then the scantily clad goth slumped to the canvas, spent, her lithe body coated in sweat, the back of her tiny bikini bottom having slid into her asscrack, fully exposing each ripe, full buttock. The orgasm had spent her, exactly as Chrissy had expected. Jewel just lay there, on her front, arms and legs splayed, lacking the energy to even raise her head or move. The High Priestess had finally achieved her goal, much to the pleasure of the fans. And now, she could do nothing but let the pleasure escape her, let it flow from her pale figure.

Chrissy casually stood back up, having watched the show from a nearby corner, had studied the action with ravenous intent. The Killer Imp had anticipated the result, but actually witnessing the act had been utterly orgasmic. There was no way that Jewel would now recover, no way the gothic beauty could possibly live this down. She would think twice before stepping into the ring against the buxom brunette again...though Chrissy would not have minded it. Not at all. There was something intoxicating about destroying an opponent, especially one as renowned as Miss Jewel DeVine.

Walking over to where the scantily clad Priestess lay, Chrissy flipped her over onto her back with a foot, Jewel making no attempt to resist, lacking the energy to even attempt to stop the motion, and on her back she lay, arms and legs splayed, eyes half lidded, her chest rising and falling with each slow, impaired breath. Yes, she was hurt, unable to do a thing; in fact, she did nothing as Chrissy gripped her juice soaked bikini bottom, and slid the black garment down, off of her legs, fully exposing her pelvic area to the enraptured crowd. Her crotch was covered in an abundance of curly black pubic hair, matted to her body by her inspired juices, her pussy long, open and inviting, pleasured to the point of exposure.

She was no longer the High Priestess, the arrogant goth, the destroyer of women. No, Jewel was now but a young girl, an ailing woman in her early twenties, vulnerable and helpless, her weakness emmenating from her pale figure in invisible waves. Utterly defeated, the gorgeous goth lay there, a thin layer of sweat coating her flawless, diminutive figure, her face calm as if in peaceful slumber, her raven hair haphazardly skewed about her head. She only wore the black elbow length gloves and black knee high boots, the rest of her curvy figure fully exposed, her huge breasts quivering with each breath, her womanhood open for all to see and admire. If coherant, she would have been appalled at such exposure; but she had been ravaged, had been tormented, had lost such power of thought early into the match. Now, she was Chrissys.

The cherubic imp tossed away the bikini bottom, and then, much to the fans appreciation, Chrissy undid her own bikini top and removed it, fully exposing her huge, tanned breasts, her nipples a darker shade than the rest of her glorious orbs. With an innocent smile, Chrissy seated herself on Jewel's belly, pinning her arms beneath her legs...and then, bending forward, the buxom brunette buried Jewel's face between her breasts.

Her finishing move.

Jewel gasped as her valuble oxygen supply was denied, as she was forced to breath in through Chrissy's mammoth melons, but she lacked the strength and willpower to escape. Her defeat was inevitable; it was only a matter of time before the High Priestess succumbed. The naked goth only lay there, one of her boot covered legs limply kicking out, her pale, curvy body trapped beneath Chrissy. She slowly began to slide into unconciousness. Chrissy had done this move a million times, knew its effects.

Slowly, Jewel's leg stopped kicking, stopped harmlessly kicking about, until she just lay there, spent, her oxygen supply denied. It was quite a sight, with Chrissy on top of her ravaged figure, the once dominant force succumbing to her opponent's deadly tactics. Jewel had been tricked; the High Priestess had come into this match with arrogance, with determination. Chrissy had stated the stipulations, and Jewel had agreed, not knowing what the Buxom Brunette had planned for her. The dildo had been placed into her womanhood, had been firmly fixed into place by the front of her bikini bottom, and the gorgeous goth had been denied the ability to remove it. She had succumbed to her own desires, had eventually been driven to a climax, where she had willingly masturbated infront of the fans, just to ease the pleasure, to end the ecstacy.

The referee lifted one of Jewel's limp arms. It fell to the canvas. Another lift, and another fall. Finally, he lifted it again....and the reign of Jewel Devine had officially ended, upon the last collapse of her lifeless arm to the ground.

Ding Ding Ding

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Tammy: "Unbelievable...Utterly unbelievable...."

Buck: "..............."

Tammy: "Ladies and Gentlemen, you know it has been one hell of a match when it has driven my illustrious co-host to speechlessness. Now, I had to admit, previously, the abilities of both of these women, though their tactics were always rather lacking..."

Buck: "Tammy, my girl, their tactics were never lacking."

Tammy: "But now, tonight, the true force has been proven. Never in my life had I expected Jewel to be so dominated."

Buck: "I don't think anyone expected that. True, Jewel may have lost to Chrissy before...but until the pendant had been removed, she had been in firm control. Everyone, even I, the great Buck Ansome, anticipated a close battle here."

Tammy: "But...well...that was definitely decisive."

Buck: "Jewel Devine....wow....unbelievable. Even with that necklace thing. And Jewel remains lying in the center of the ring, naked and unconcious, as Chrissy gets to her feet, raising her hands to the cheers of the crowd."

Tammy: "The Killer Imp came into this bout with a gameplan. Jewel did not. And this was the end result. Miss D'aventudes little lap dog has been humbled....and Chrissy has catapulted herself into FAWN's elite."

Buck: "I...I can't disagree with you there, Tammy...and let's not forget the consequences of this match. Jewel DeVine must now leave the federation."

Tammy: "...with no possibility of retribution."

Buck: "Chrissy Daniel has proven her strength, her durability and technical skills to me in previous matches. But tonight...she proved her cunning. She had this all planned out...and Jewel didn't have a chance. Brilliant planning from the Killer Imp! Just brilliant!"

Tammy: "Despite how much I dislike Jewel Devine, she didn't deserve that. Nobody does. But how the mighty has fallen...I don't think she'll ever live this one down!"

Buck: "I wouldn't want to be in her shoes, when she finally wakes up!"

Tammy: "Well, folks, we'll be right back, after this short commercial break!"

[Winner: Chrissy Daniel.]