Anna, on the other hand, arrives ring side all show biz, wearing a garish set of black stockings and garters, red satin panties and a red satin bustier busting at the seams. Before the crowd can even sit down, Anna slowly lowers her stockings in a strip tease for the crowd, who responds with racaus applause. Flipping her stockings to the crowd, Anna slowly pops open each catch on the front of her bustier, each snap revealing more and more of her huge tits. After the final button goes, Anna slowly slides out of her top, dropping them on the canvas in front of Elle. Anna motions to Elle, telling her to drop her top too, but the Aussie is silent, ready to lock up. By this time the crowd has gone nuts and is ready for action, as are the two young ladies.

Anna and Elle meet in the center of the ring without so much as a seconds hesitation, locking up and pushing their way around the ring. Smith's pendulous breasts swing and sway, as the two dance and shove their way around the ring. The two girls break with a flourish in the center of the ring, the six foot Elle obviously taken aback by the stocky little blonde's powerfully built body. Anna Nicole snarls at her Aussie opponent, a thin sheen of sweat froming on her huge busom. Elle's nipples proudly stand tall under her bra, threateneing to poke their way through the material, but Nicole derisively points at the comparatively small hooters, cupping her huge mammaries in a mocking fashion.

Enraged, the two lock up again, and stagger their way around before breaking again. Anna smiles, "That all you got, honey?"

Now totally enfuriated by the buxom Texas blonde, Elle crashes into her opponent in the middle of the ring, meeting like rams butting heads. Anna takes advantage of Elle's fury, locking up, then sliding inside to deliver a crushing knee lift to the belly, dropping the supermodel to all fours with a loud huff.

Her wind now gone, Macpherson tries to crawl away, one hand over her injured stomach, but Anna siezes the back of the drawers, pulling Elle back toward her, and then giving the tights a good tug up Elle's butt and crotch. Giggling as Elle lets out a yelp of pain, Anna gives Elle no rest, grabbing the back of her briefs again and picking her up by them, and then hefting the Aussie girl up with surprising ease. Elle's cotton briefs wedge themselves farther up her fine ass and crotch as Smith gleefully pulls and tugs on them. Elle tries in vain to keep her own tights from splitting her in twane, but the cotton bikini goes higher and higher up her groin, exposing her pubic hair and then her pubic lips. Smith ends the tights tugging by jabbing Elle with an extended thumb to her exposed cunt. Elle lies motionless on the mat, collecting her self and moaing softly as Anna walks a slow circle around her injured opponent.

Following the wedgie, Smith picks up Elle like a rag doll and takes two steps forward before dropping to one knee, delivering a spine snapping back breaker that would make a chiropractor wince. Groaning softly, Elle makes it back to all four before Anna drops her rather large butt across the Aussie's lower back, sending Elle face first into the canvas. Anna rolls her over before dropping her butt again, this time crushing Elle's belly and lower ribs.

Still straddling the crushed model, Smith carfully raises Elle's bra, pulling it up over her head and throwing it aside, asking, "Super model? There's nothing super about these little titties, girl. Now these on the other hand...."

Anna leans forward slowly, gently cupping her huge mammries. Lowering her huge busom into Macpherson's face, Anna goes for the early smothering submission. Picking up the helpless Aussie and nestling her head into the clevage of her huge breasts, Anna begins rocking Elle forward and pressing her head into the sweaty crevice between her tits. Muffled screams can be heard as Anna calmly talks to Elle, "There, there, just quiet down. It'll all be over in a few seconds."

Elle quickly begins pushing her way out, pressing her hands against Anna's large gut, but the big blonde wraps both arms around Elle's head with crushing strength, hugging her opponent's face into the smother hold between her pillow sized tits. Macpherson's struggle begin to lose their ferocity, and Elle begins to flail hopelessly, before finally breaking free with a few blindly thrown fists connect with Anna's stomach. Anna releases Elle in a huff of pain, grasping her belly. Her face covered with a mixture of her own sweat and Anna's titty sweat, Elle tries shaking her head to clear the cob webs.

"Now there, that wasn't very nice," coos Smith as she rises to deliver a fist to Elle's still aching crotch. Anna then hefts Elle to her feet by the hair. Once both girls are on their feet, Anna lifte Elle's arm and carefully aims a strong titty punch into the left mammry. Bent over and gasping for air, Elle meets a swift knee lift to the chest and face. Taking Macpherson by the hair, Anna deposits her in a corner, pinning her there with her powerful arms and chest. Anna follows with a few shoulder blocks to Elle's lower abdomen, dropping her shoulder and ramming the last one into Elle's groin. Anna slowly peels the cotton underware out of Elle's crotch, making sure that Macpherson feels every inch of it.

The crowd watches in stunned silence as the hereto untouchable supermodel is pummeled again, this time, Smith raining fists all over Elle's firm breasts and taut belly. Turning the Aussie around, Anna does an equal number on her lower back and butt, using her fists and a few knee lifts that part Macpherson's thighs. Facing out to the crowd, Elle's face is a mask of pain as her back, butt and groin are violated in every way imaginable. Anna, using her feet, fists, knees and thumbs, works the Aussie over from butt to back, cunt to cranium. Anna turns Elle around again, and snap mares her nude body into the center of the ring. Anna slowly stalks the prone Aussie, stopping right over her face to slowly drop her red satin panties. "This is it Honey! Lights out!"

Anna then slowly drops her ass into Elle's face. Working the backward face sit, Smith faces down toward Elle's torso, while her butt and crotch do the real work, smothering the Aussie out. Anna's hands roam Elle's chest, pinching and twisting her tanned breasts, raking her fingernails across her sweaty belly, and finally mauling Macpherson's mammaries.

In torturing Elle's chest, Anna fails to secure the Aussie's hands, which soon find their way up to Anna's large melons. The unexpected pain from Elle clawing and squeezing her breasts, sends Anna forward, breaking the facesit, and allowing Elle get away. Macpherson is so disabled that she can't even roll over and make any attempt at escape.

Turning around massaging her mammaries, Anna mutters, "Well, then, we'll just have to try it from this side", sliding her crotch across Elle's semi lucid face in a forward facesit, using her knees and shins to pin Elle's shoulders and hands to the mat. At the last second, Elle realizes what is happening and tries to fight her way out, but Smith is just too large. Anna uses her weight advantage and drops her dripping wet cunt square onto Macpherson's nose, not quite smothering out the screaming Aussie's cries for help. Smith snuggles down pinning the weakened supermodel's hands down to the canvas, getting as comfortable as she can while fending off Macpherson's blind kicking attacks. Slowly drawing her knees together, Anna completes the smothering front face sit, completely muffling Elle with her sweaty crotch and thighs. Anna leans forward smiling broadly, again letteing her weight do the dirty work, cutting off Elle's air. After a few seconds, Smith begins to enjoy her domination, releasing Elle's hands and adding a slow pump to her front facesit.

Just as Anna begins to enjoy her victory, she gets a pained look on her face, and suddenly her hands shoot down to groin. With a agony filled scream, Anna grabs at her crotch, and then rolls to the side again freeing up the Australian beauty. Elle doesn't even move for a few seconds, simply lying nude and spread eagle in the center of the ring, gasping, hacking and coughing. Climbing out from under the incapacitated blonde's large bulk, Elle crawls to all fours, her face covered in sweat, her hair plastered to her head. After getting a few deep breaths, Elle pulls a few blonde pubic hairs out of her teeth. Still, devastated by the long periods without air, Macpherson manages to spit out a few more blonde pubic hairs into Anna's pain racked face. Elle takes her first look at Anna face while is still rolling on the matt with her hands buried in her groin.

"Nasty Bitch!" spits out Elle, picking another curly pubic hair out of her teeth. "I'll show you how its done!"

Elle rises to her feet, and delivers a forceful stomp to Anna's forehead, dropping down to rake the shoelaces of her high boot against Smith's eyes. After prying Smith's hand away from her face, Elle plops her butt into Anna's face for a front facesit, quickly riding and pumping her butt cheeks into Anna's face a few seconds before rising over the crushed Playboy covergirl.

Still standing spread eagle over the blonde, Elle reaches down with both hands and latches firmly onto both of Anna's large tits, grasping the mammaries in her hands and pinching off each nipple between her thumb and the inside of each hand. "Are you ready for this?" asks Elle slowly jogging each huge breast to the left and then the right. As Anna tries to pry away Macpherson's iron grip, Elle begins savagely twisting and turning both breasts, while vigorously shaking and ripping the large tits from side to side. Anna lets out one long bellowing scream as Elle shakes her tits from side to side.

After only a few seconds of the titty torture, Elle asks Anna if she has had enough. With tears streaming down her face, Anna slowly nods her head, gently grasping her aching globes as soon as Elle releases them. Anna quickly rolls onto her stomach, sobbing in pain. "That's what we call an Aussie milkshake back home!" Quickly rolling Anna onto her back again, Elle mutters, "Time to Finish this right." Elle again quick sits on Anna's face, using the backward facesit while holding Anna's hands down. After a few seconds, Anna's struggles cease and Elle stands. Without even looking back, Elle leaves the ring. Elle climbs out of the ring, stiff and sore, but victorious..

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