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Carmen Electra had ed on with the WWE for a one-night promotional deal. She acted as a guest announcer for the night and refereed for one match, though never getting into anything physical. The real issue was with her coworkers.
Carmen and Trish Stratus had immediate animosity. It was dirty looks at first, and some backhanded remarks about Trish during her match. When the show was wrapping up, Trish made sure to find Carmen out in one of the concrete halls backstage near the catering table. You know that?
She stepped closer to Carmen, expecting the actress and model to back down. She just scowled right back. Carmen scoffed and stepped closer. At this point, their breasts were tingling as their thin attire brushed against each other. And being a dancer has made me much more athletic than you, and way, WAY more attractive to every man on Earth than the hottest wrestler. Trish was the first to resort to actual blows. Carmen had other ideas. She went charging right after Trish and tackled her around the waist, dropping her onto the hard floor below.
Trish grunted as her big boobs were crushed beneath their combined weight. Trish hit another blow into the same spot before she rolled to one side and sent Carmen toppling over. She coughed as her legs flipped up in the air, too distracted by the pain to bother noticing that a few gawking onlookers got a perfect view up her skirt. She scrambled to her feet when Trish let out a furious roar and charged into her.
She lifted Carmen off the ground for a moment as she speared her right into the catering table against the far wall, rattling it and its contents as well as the makeup table beside it. The onlookers started to call for security while Carmen kicked and punched at Trish, the various food and drink already staining her clothes. Let go! Trish staggered back holding her cheek while Carmen dragged herself off the table. Trish nearly fell onto her ass from that one as the bread and deli meat went flying all around them.
Trish Trish stratus spanking story up stumbling over to the makeup stable, grabbing its edge for balance. Carmen screamed and fell off of her, eyes watering from the stinging chemicals. When she stormed over to the Baywatch babe, Carmen rolled onto her back and kicked her right between the legs. Trish still grunted and fell to her knees, clutching her crotch with one hand while the other lashed out at Electra. They still thrashed and kicked at each other while they were pulled apart by several large men. Trish agreed just as enthusiastically. You hear me!? Carmen went back to her hotel suite that night, annoyed but cooling off quickly.
She still grumbled about Trish and her outburst at the set, but at least it was behind her. She was walking around the classy room complete with its own kitchen and huge, cushy bed in her bright pink bra and panties.
A short robe went just past her waist, not bothering to fully undress as she filled up her bathtub. It was steaming hot, just how she liked it, when she started to remove her panties. Then came the knock on her door. Carmen sighed and pulled her underwear back up. She looked out the peephole where a blonde woman waited in a skimpy black dress.
Her face was buried in a clipboard as she read it over. We had some papers Trish stratus spanking story in regards to your appearance on the show tonight. Carmen rolled her eyes. Typical incompetence. The new woman burst into the room as soon as the door was open, blindsiding Carmen and knocking her flat on her back. Trish tossed away the clipboard and took advantage of the confusion, shutting the door and locking it behind her.
Carmen stared in shock for a moment.
She had been fooled by the clipboard blocking her face and never seeing Trish outside of her wrestling gear. She finally started to smirk as she rose to her feet. This time you came into my home turf and made sure that nobody would come to save you. The nimble dancer ducked under a huge haymaker, tackling Trish in the side to bodily threw her down to the floor. The wrestler grunted and brought an arm up around her breasts before kicking at Carmen.
The slimmer blonde had to stumble in order to avoid it, but she still managed to dance away from the blow. Trish forced herself to her feet, but Carmen was furious and confident enough to underestimate her. She had expected Trish to steady herself Trish stratus spanking story she came at her, but the wrestler hurled herself right into Carmen and delivered a heavy backhand chop to her chest.
The Baywatch beauty gasped as the powerful arm created a resounding slapping sound as it hit right between the folds of her robes and against her tits. The blow knocked Electra back into a wall and Trish quickly grabbed her by the shoulders to trap her there.
Carmen was still pawing at her chest when Trish drove a knee into her stomach. The power blow winded the model, leaving Carmen with her mouth hanging open as she reeled from the pain. She grabbed the winded Carmen by the hair and stormed away from the doorway, dragging her opponent along with her. Trish found a bit more to work with as she reached the living room, tossing Trish stratus spanking story into the back of the couch. Carmen went tumbling over and landed on the cushions, wincing from the landing as she rubbed her stinging scalp. The dancer slid onto the to the floor, dragging Trish after her and banging her chin on the hard edge of the sofa.
Trish grunted and bounced off, leaving her on the carpet and rubbing her jaw. Even with the couch between them, Carmen refused to use the opening to rest. She scrambled back over the couch, sizing up the downed wrestler for a half second before she leapt over the back and landed full force with a stomp on her stomach. Trish grunted hard as she clutched her belly, but Carmen held onto the back of the sofa to deliver a few more stomps with her bare feet. Know your place! Trish curled up defensively, trying to block the attacks with her arms and knees.
Carmen was breathing heavily as she sneered down at her opponent, glad to have Trish back on the defensive. The stunned and stunning blonde was still feeling it when Carmen dropped down, her pantied crotch straddling her stomach. Because you seem a bit overdressed for the occasion!
Trish screamed and grabbed her by the wrists, squeezing hard enough to get Electra to wince in pain. The fine fabric was made to look good rather than resist a lot of pressure, so the loud tear went down to her waist in one crooked line. That was expensive!
Trish grit her teeth and held her aching head. It was throbbing along with her chest, but her anger kept her going. Carmen tried to send a kick into her side, but Trish reacted quickly enough to catch the bare leg and shove her backward. Carmen staggered and barely caught herself on the wall, snarling before she tried to rush the downed wrestler again. This time, Trish was ready for her.
She speared into Carmen, catching her around her slender waist and lifting her into the air. She swung herself bodily to one side, painfully tossing Carmen around in her arms and throwing her off balance. With a surge of strength and effort, she lifted Carmen up high and dropped her crotch-first onto the arm of one of the chairs.
Carmen gave out a shrill shriek as she was cuntbusted on the solid piece of furniture, her eyes instantly starting to water with nothing to protect her but her lacy underwear. She was paralyzed by the pain before Trish slammed her in the chest with a forearm, knocking her over so that her face was buried into the cushions and her ass up in the air. Trish followed her closely, delivering another four or five spanks before Electra was able to tumble back onto the floor. She gave a brief tug at her dress before deciding that it was beyond repair right Trish stratus spanking story.
She left her breasts bouncing around in nothing but her bra as she forced Carmen back up to her knees by a handful of hair. It caught Stratus by surprise and knocked the wind out of the wrestler, making her double up while holding her belly. Carmen was eager for payback from the pain that was still throbbing in between her legs, so she stood up and caught Trish by her neck. She hurled Trish into the flat screen in front of the couch, bouncing her face off of the hard plastic lining and letting her crumble to her knees.
Trish groaned dizzily as she rubbed her Trish stratus spanking story, a shallow scratch that would likely bruise by tomorrow left behind on her forehead. Trish grunted in pain as her breasts were squashed against the solid table. She was too busy trying to clear her head when Carmen pulled on one of her legs, dragging the dazed blonde across the carpet and towards the kitchen. The layout was that of a small but well-stocked kitchen.
The hotel had given Miss Electra basically everything short of a stove, including a full fridge and a few free samples of fruit and pastries left out for her. Get up, you big fake fatass! She reared the wrestler back to try throwing her skull into the cabinet door, but while the trip there was painful it was enough for Trish to get her bearings.
Trish threw up her hands to catch the edge of the cabinet and diminish the impact to nearly nothing, just like she was stopping a hit with the turnbuckle. The former Baywatcher let out a startled scream, the impact more startling and painful than truly damaging. Carmen was still groaning and trying to pull the robe out from from her head when Trish thrust a hand between her legs.
She bodily lifted Carmen off her feet and scoop slammed her onto the kitchen table, laying her out like she was on an operating table at a particularly sadistic hospital. She grabbed at the tray of sweets that they had left out for her.
She shoved Carmen hard in the opposite direction, hearing a dense thump and some clattering as the falling starlet took a few wooden chairs down with her. Trish spat and wiped her face off. She finally started to circle around the kitchen to go after the fallen Carmen, but the dancer had already slid under the table while she was down and Trish was blind.
Her long leg kicked out from under the table, catching Trish in the knee and toppling her over into the fridge. Her head bounced off the thick plastic as the wrestler groaned and started to push herself back off of the refrigerator door.
Trish raised an arm to try to stop the repeated attack, but it slammed against her forearm instead. She got in a few more crushing smacks with the door before Trish spotted the chocolate cream pie left inside the fridge. They must have expected her to have guests, since only a small piece was missing.
The wrestler grabbed the whole pie tin and turned around quickly to throw it at Carmen. It failed to hit her face, splatting all over her robe and tits as it collided with her chest. The dancer shrieked as the cold cream splashed all over her face and chest, stumbling back in shock as she tried to Trish stratus spanking story it off. The Baywatch starlet went down to her knees, clutching her naked belly in pain. Instead of dropping her back down, Trish snarled and rammed her into the nearby door.
The two of them flopped into the bedroom, tumbling apart as Carmen rolled around on her back. Trish could see the steamy bathroom up ahead, but she had to drag herself back to her feet slowly. Trish caught Carmen around the neck, forcing her up into a headlock.
The slimmer blonde was still groaning and holding her back, leaving her easy to manipulate as Trish grabbed the waistband of her panties and dropped the two of them backward onto the bed with a suplex. Carmen gave a sharp cry as her aching back hit the mattress, bouncing a few times before her loose body settled on top of the bedspread. Trish smirked as she rolled over, both women leaving a mess of crumbs and icing in their wake across the bed. She had expected the whining Carmen to be out of commission by her crushing suplex, but she was shocked to find the model to be much sturdier than she looked.
She turned at the same time as Carmen rose and swung the densely stuffed pillow right into her head. Trish gave a quick grunt before she slumped onto the bed, her upper body spilling out of her torn dress. Trish seemed to have plenty to say in objection, but any words she may have had were smothered out by the pillow.Trish stratus spanking story
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