"Ya hear that honey, the gals want me to strip you, how 'bout it sweetie?" Betty said as she bent her busty red-haired opponent back further, leaned forward and slid her free hand slowly down her groaning rivals throat to her chest where she tugged at the beauties' bras left shoulder strap as she tightened her grip around her neck. "Just think bitch, one good tug and they'll have something to really look at," she snarled as she watched fear fill her rivals eyes.

Betty was in complete total control as she tugged at the strap, slowly exposing her lovely, busty opponents huge breasts. Actually, B she'd been in control from the start which was weeks earlier when she'd picked the unknown redhead from a group of Vegas showgirls. Betty had befriended the willing redhead, then asked her if she'd like to wrestle her in an exhibition match. They'd practiced wrestling for a couple weeks; Betty played "dumb" and even letting the woman think she was a good wrestler. The "exhibition match" was in reality a regularly scheduled private show for a few elite "heavy hitters" and their women. The rubes got their entertainment and Betty had lots of fun both during and after her matches - plus a few beautiful and highly competitive actresses got to take out their frustrations on each other to prove who was the better woman.

"You're goin' down sugar," Betty purred as she fondled the redhead's heaving bosom. "Just tell me if you wanna go fast or slow." Betty kicked the redheads legs out from under her and dropped her to the mat, then in a flash, her beautiful long, strong legs wrapped around Red's waist and she began to squeeze; hard and slow. Betty smiled as the redhead gasped for air, her huge bare breasts jiggling as her chest heaved; her big areola pleasing many a bloodshot eye as her torn bra slowly gave up its treasure as Betty grabbed a handful of luxurious redhair and pulled her head back. Betty couldn't wait to finish her off; then to take her backstage and have a private session with the naïve redhead about the penalty for losing for it was after the "exhibitions" when Betty had earned her publicity and made her name well-known in Vegas. Something the redhead would learn to her dismay very soon!

"Get her Betty, let her have it! Rip that bra off!" a beautiful blonde screamed as she jumped to her feet.

Across the room, another blonde beauty was emploring the redhead to break free and give the brunette the same treatment, or worse.

"That bimbo needs to be taught a lesson and I'd love to be the one to do it," Stella Stevens snarled, glaring across the ring at Barbara Eden who was loudly urging the battered redhead not to submit.

"I think you oughta teach Barbara a lesson," a husky voice behind Stella bellowed. "Ya ever wrestle?"

"Get her!" "Finish it!"

Excited loud robust cheers filled the room, signaling Betty it was time to bring another erotic wrestling match to its inevitable end. The lusty brunette had wowed the crowd for nearly half an hour, displaying her skill and playing the gorgeous busty redhead like a fine musical instrument. She'd even let the naive young redhead think she might win before crushing the newcomers hopes with a dizzying series of holds, throws, flips and mostly erotic, moves. Now it was time for the 'climax.'

"Uhhhhhhh! Oh please nooooo. Stop, let me go..." the redhead gasped, struggling futilely in the brunette's powerful grasp.

"Yes dear, that's it, kick, struggle, squirm, beg, OW!" Betty's verbal taunts ended with the snap of her black garter against her leg as the redheads desperately flailing arms and hands had accidentally given one final "snap" of protest before the finale. In response, Betty grabbed the redheads fingers and bent them back bringing pained screams.

"Just one drawback to wearing those pretty dainties," one knowledgable observer noted as he ogled the famous wrestlers attire; black bra, black panties, black stockings and black garters.

Betty liked to "dress" for these private exhibition matches and getting snapped with her own garter was a small price to pay for her rapidly growing fame and her sexual pleasure. Betty smiled a mischievously wicked smile as she heard the redheads spine creak as she bent her rival backward, forcing her huge, magnificent breasts to thrust up and out. With each painful bounce, a little more of the two luscious breasts were pushed out into view....slowly....surely. As the fever pitch of the crowd grew, Betty slowly slid her free hand over her victims twin peaks, hooked her thumb between the bra cups and pulled firmly, slowly exposing the areola, then two thick, hard, perfect pink nipples as the crowds cheered. RIPPPPP! Two breasts bounced free as the redhead's bra sailed into the crowd, landing in one lucky patrons eager hand. Two long strong, skillful arms snaked forward and fingers applied expert pressure on the redhead's "pressure points". Red screamed, moaned, gasped and writhed for a few seconds, then her body went limp.

SPLASH! A pitcher of ice water splashed Red awake as she sat up blinking, Betty's mischievous eyes and wicked smile filled the pretty losers blurred vision. As the husky voiced announcer helped the dazed redhead to her feet, Betty pranced with her her hands raised, basking in the applause. She took a bow, turned and grabbed a handful of beautiful red hair then marched her prize ouit of the ring toward a door marked PRIVATE, slapping the redheads bottom as she 'hurried' her along toward her "discussion" room. The loud cheers, applause, catcalls and whistles faded as the announcers husky voice said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now for our voluptuous vixen volunteers bout. Now, I'm sorry, but we're not asking for volunteers tonight."

"Ohhhhhhhhhmmm!" A collective groan almost knocked the man over but he continued, his voice booming out the good news. "That's 'cause we already have a volunteer," he cocked his head to the side, then with a flourish motioned a stunning blonde to step out of the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you all know her from Playboy and films; the lovely, gorgeous, beautiful, Stella Stevens!"

The crowds disappointment disappeared as Stella stepped forward. The drop-dead gorgeous blonde was wearing an incredibly tight blouse and an even tighter short skirt with pantyhose and heels. To the crowds delight, she swiveled her hips as she walked to the center of the arena. With great buildup the announcer had the crowd on the edge of its proverbial chair when he asked, "And Stella, just WHO would you like to catfight, er, uh, I mean wrestle tonight?"

The crowd did a collective gasp of, "Oh, I hope, hope, HOPE SO!" at the seemingly inherent word catfight. Indeed, many of the so-called wrestling matches turned into catfights, especially the volunteer bouts. After all, this was show biz and while most women weren't trained fighters, they made up in enthusiasm what they lacked in skill!

"Uhhhhhm, lets see, let me take a look, a real good long look," Stella chirped as she walked slowly around, staring into the crowd. She thrust her chest out, cracked her knuckles, licked her luscious lips and tugged at her hair as she made clawing and squeezing motions with her hands while she did her slow look-over. The little show was for the benefit of the crowd, not her, for Stella knew who she was going to pick even before she stepped into the ring. Her beautiful rival, her 'pick' was someone she admired, envied and hated, all at the same time. The chosen blonde had much success lately and had just been signed for a promising new TV show that was destined to be a hit, "I Dream of Jeannie."

"I pick HER!" Stella suddenly said as she stopped mid-prance; mid-dance.

The anger, ferocity and intensity with which she said the three words were taken as one heavy challenge by the crowd as well as the woman for which they were intended.

"Ohhhhhh, oh my, this is gonna be fantastic!"

"You gotta be kiddin'! Does anybody, I mean ANYbody got a camera?"

"Oh my, oh Mama Mia, gosh, ummmmm, gonna be a hot time tonight. Gimme another drink, make it a double."

The noise, laughter, comments came to an eerie, sizzling halt as Barbara Eden stepped out from the crowd. She seemed nervous as she walked slowly and deliberately toward Stella, pausing once to bask in the thunderous applause that had erupted like a volcano. She looked into the eyes of her rival, "Can't wait to take you down Stella. You're gonna be a little grease spot in a few minutes."

Barbara looked down at the mat, then her heels, wondering if she should take them off but Stella was still wearing her heels. Then her thoughts took another turn, what about her dress? It was a favorite. Her nervousness wasn't about doing battle or her opponent, it was only about her favorite dress, a tight, short red number made with the finest fabric money could buy. As for her red heels, it just didn't feel right or comfortable wearing them on the padded canvas mat.

"Aren't you cute, so very, very pretty, Barbara - or should I call you 'Jeannie' now? Like your show, you ain't gonna be around very long, dearie," Stella taunted.

"Why you blonde hussy, I'm gonna relieve you of that attitude, and your hair, after I turn you into a pretzel and pin you," Barbara retorted as she stepped angrily toward a grinning Stella.

The crowd had begun to shout for the match to start. The husky voice barked out instructions, then an order, "Ladies, I want a clean catfight, er, uh, ah, I mean wrestling match. Use all the legal moves you know but you may only win will be by pin, submission, or...or...ORgasmically!." The crowd laughed, knowing full well the wrestling rules would be history after the first five minutes, or even sooner judging by the way these two blonde babes were snarling and hissing at one another. "And ladies, one last thing; lose the heels!" he said as he scurried out of the way.

Barbara turned and stepped to the edge of the mat and began to remove her heels...."Uhhhhhhhh!" she grunted as Stella's lightning fast fingers dug into her hair and her neck exploded in pain.

"Gotcha!" Stella hissed. She’d simply kicked off her heels and charged Barbara, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back as she pulled the screaming blonde backward across the mat. Stella's long luscious leg shot out and her foot slammed into the back of Barbara's knee, buckling the limb. Another hard pull and Barbara landed on the mat on her butt and bounced once, her legs thrashing wildly as her red heels went flying off. "Gotcha again, blondie!" Stella chirped as she grabbed Barbara by the feet and dragged her on her back around the ring.

"Let GO of me! Whatcha gonna do, drag me to death?" Barbara cried as Stella pulled her around the mat, her short dress riding up around her hips as Stella held her legs in the air.

"You're right dumbo," Stella sneered. "Time for something a little different."

"Ouchhhhh! Yieeeee!" Barbara's agonized shriek announced Stella's changed strategy as Stella jerked Barbara's legs apart and drove her stockinged foot down onto the apex of the sensual "V" they formed. Barbara's eyes filled with tears and her mouth with screams as her crotch exploded in unbelievable pain.

"Now that ain't wrestling - or is it?" one observant patron asked wistfully as he watched Stella drop her rivals limp legs to the mat, then turn to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd by waving cheerily.

"Ughhhhhh!" Stella's grunt was more surprise than pain as strong hands grabbed her muscular calves and sharp nails dug through the sheer pantyhose to sink into the firm muscle as Barbara jerked her legs back out from under her. Stella's kneecaps hit the hard mat and sent a "This isn't fun" signal to her brain.

"Gotcha! Now I'm saying it, Stella sweetie," Barbara hissed as she fired a wicked punch to her rivals kidneys, followed by a hair-pull that tipped the kneeling woman over backward and sent her down onto the mat on her back "Don't feel much like wrestling tonight, is that OK with you?" Barbara snarled as she dropped her luscious body onto Stella's stomach. "This kinda stuff is a lot more fun, don't you agree?" she chirped as she began her assault.

SLAP! "Uhhhhh!" SLAP! "Ohhhhh!" SLAP! "Umpphhhh!" Stella's disagreement wasn't too clear but she grunted and groaned from each hard slap. Her protests took the form of low moans as Barbara grabbed her hair and banged her head up and down on the mat as she watched Stella's eyes glazing over.

"Had enough yet? What say we try something else, alrightie?" Barbara's delightful smile turned to a mischievous 'Jeannie' sneer as she slid back onto Stella's hips, grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, exposing a beautifully overstuffed bra. Flying buttons had barely hit the mat when Barbara sank her talons into her rivals bra and began to squeeze and twist the full ripe orbs as Stella's legs waved in the air, her feet beating a steady tattoo of protest on the mat behind Barbara.

"Oh gawwwwwwd stop....please....no," Stella bawled as, in desperation she reached up and grabbed Barbara by the front of her red dress and pulled. RIPPPPPPPPP! The sound of her precious dress ripping filled Barbara with sadness, anger, then rage! She cocked her fist and fired a punch down at Stella's face. Fortunately, Stella's survival instinct kicked in with full force and she twisted her head just in time. As Barbara's fist slammed into the mat, Stella's gorgeous body called on every muscle as she bucked her hips

"Awwwwwwck!" Barbara's rasping protest of revenge denied was followed by a groan of pain as Stella fired a quick punch off the mat that slammed up under her right breast just as she found herself being toppled forward and to one side.

"Now, it's my turn again!" Stella's angry scornful words echoed in Barbara's ears as she reached back to try to grab a handful of Stella's blonde locks to resecure her seat on the wriggling blonde. Alas, Stella was too fast, too mad and too mean! Stella scrambled to her feet, her scalp burning and an angry fist pummeling her lower back as Barbara realized she was in trouble. "Barbie dear, I do like to wrestle and I got some great moves to show you, but first lets go with your first choice. I believe THIS is legal in a catfight, right?"

"What? Huh?" Barbara thought. "Hairpulling and suckerpunching do not a catfight make," she mused as she tried once again to grab some blonde hair. "Uhhhhhhhh!" Barbara gasped as a wickedly hard punch slammed into the back of her neck stunning her momentarily. Then Stella spun her around and her knee shot up into Barbara's crotch with exploded in pain, then numbness!

"Don't bow down, at least not yet," Stella snarled as she jerked her rivals descending head back up with a nasty hair-pull, then she pushed Barbara back upright and smashed a forearm into her full breasts at the same time as she hooked her foot behind Barbara's her leg. Barbara screamed as she went down hard on her butt, bouncing twice. Before she stopped jiggling, a hard kick to the most tender of tender spots brough an agonized scream from her lips. Once, then twice, Stella grabbed a double handful of blonde hair and brought Barbara gasping back to her feet. As she reeled, a blistering backhand sent Barbara staggering back.

"Hear those cheers,” Stella taunted as she grabbed the back of Barbara’s dress. “They're for me, not you! Dig it Barbie girl?"

Stella pulled hard and Barbara screamed again as her favorite red dress was torn down the seams and pulled in two pieces from her full, luscious body. Now in a bra and pantyhose and in a world of hurt, the lovely blonde Barbara fought an intense mental battle; should she feel really sorry for herself and run, OR turn and fight? Choice number two was much, much better.

"Yieargggh! You bitch!" The savage cry rising from Barbara's throat filled her with strength and confidence as she spun around and charged toward her wimpy rival. THUD! "Uhhhhhhhhh!" A sharp pain sucked all the air from her lungs! The room spun as Barbara dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling to ease the terrible pain radiating outward from her pounded pussy where Stella's incredibly hard foot had been perfectly placed with an upward snap kick that, in retrospect, made Barbara's second choice look like an awfully stupid mistake.

"First your dress, now your bra," Stella snarled as she grabbed Barbara around the neck with one arm and bent her over backwards on her knees as she pushed her other hand slowly down over Barbara’s full, firm bra to squeeze her left breast firmly. Then she closed her fingers, grasping the sexy bra between the cups and jerked it up under Barbara’s chin, freeing her beautiful, full, ripe mounds to an appreciative gasp from the eager crowd. "They like 'em almost as much as you do,” Stella hissed in her ear. “Gotta be a strange feeling knowing they're gonna be so popular. I saw that little skimpy outfit you'll be wearing as Jeannie and it’s lovely. But now folks'll know what ya got up front," she cackled.

She jerked up again and the bra’s straps parted and it went tumbling end over end into the crowd; the same fate as the bra worn by the previous red-haired loser in the earlier match. A punch to the side of her face dropped Barbara backward sprawling to the mat where she lay stunned and topless! Stella looked at her bare-breasted, whimpering rival, then looked at the eager crowd. Stella couldn’t resist! She began to prance around, wiggled her hips and shook her boobs as the crowd acknowledged her beauty as well as her fighting prowess. Stella cupped her full bra, lifting her breasts from beneath; her ample cleavage displayed to the crowd as she laughed.

“See, I'm even better’n her, don't ya think?" and the crowd seemed to agree as their applause was deafening. Then the prancing, dancing blonde motioned for silence which was quickly granted. “Now, ya wanna see a bit of wrestling? Ya wanna see ‘Jeannie’ squirm?" Thunderous applause erupted. "Whatcha think Babs, ya wanna rassle?" Stella chirped as she slowly walked toward the still prone blonde. Stella approached cautiously, not wanting to repeat her mistake of underestimating her beautiful rival. "C’mon, get up hon, lets wrestle for the nice folks," she said gesturing at Barbara to get up. Barbara whimpered, tried to rise and then slumped back down. She started to rise again, all the while whimpering, groaning, moaning. "Oh for Pete's' sake,” Stella finally snapped. “Here, get your butt up...AieeeeeUGH!!"

The lightning fast fist came out of nowhere as it slammed up with a CRACK against Stella's pubic bone. Her beautiful eyes rolled back and her legs turned to jello. Fast angry fingers grabbed her skirt and yanked down, then wrapped around Stella's rubbery legs and pulled. Her jelly legs, the incredible pain and tangled skirt all combined to aid her fall as the once nearly victorious blonde tumbled to the mat and rolled onto her back moaning. Barbara's slaps and punches added to Stella's pain as Barbara dove on top of Stella and grapevined her legs. Stella arched her back and twisted her shoulders, sending the two lovelies rolling around until Barbara retook control pulling Stella’s hair, slapping, punching and scratching. Stella fought back, shredding Barbara’s pantyhose as she tried hard to ignore the pain in her groin and block Barbara's angry assault.

"And what wrestling holds were ya' gonna show me, you two-bit blonde hussy?" Barbara snarled as she pulled Stella's hair and dug her nails into her rivals firm tender thighs.

"Just wait an’ I'll show ya, Barbara DEAR!" Stella said, her voice giving a hint of crafty confidence.

"Argggggggh!" Barbara's pained groan was sweet music to Stella’s ears; it signaled hope as Stella intensified her grip on the trapped nipple she’d latched onto with thumb and forefinger.

"Want me to pinch it off, sugah?" Stella hissed as she dug her thumbnail deeper into the rock hard pink nub of sensitive flesh.

Barbara's eyes filled with frightened tears and Stella smiled at the sweet words, "Oh gawwwwd leggo…PUHLEASHHH!"

"OK then,” Stella snapped curtly. “Lez wrestle, sugarcakes!" as she snapped her hand down and released the already swelling nipple. In a flash of movement, Stella pulled Barbara to her feet by the hair and flung her around the mat until she was too dizzy to stand. Releasing her with one hand, Stella held Barbara by the hair a she fired a series of punches into the staggering blondes belly and breasts, then with Barbara feebly trying to protect those, a flurry of fore and backhand slaps to her face. In desperation, Barbara stumbled foreward, blindly reaching out for support. Her hands grabbed Stella's bra and as she fell to her knees, she pulled it down around Stella’s waist, baring her own proud, firm boobs.

"Whoa! Now that's not nice!" Stella corrected as she whipped her fist into the side of Barbara's jaw, snapping her head.

Barbara's eyes rolled back in her head, and, still holding onto the bra Barbara toppled onto her back. With her grip on the bra, she pulled and it broke, fully freeing Stella's beautiful full breasts, Barbara hit the mat on her back although hardly anyone noticed as all eyes were on Stella’s ‘treasures.’ The crowd roared as Stella walked to the dazed dizzy blonde, pulled the bra from her hands and wrapped it around her neck. She used her bra like a leash as she jerked Barbara to her feet and put her in a reverse headlock which she used to force the gasping blonde to back slowly around the ring with her arched back forcing her huge breasts up and out to the max; her hard, erect nipples thrusting skyward like two tall, proud, New York skyscrapers.

"Looks like these things crave attention, huh?" Stella shouted, cupping and squeezing each mound and pinching the erect nipples one after another for the crowd’s pleasure and Barbara's pain. "Now Barbie dear, this is called a reverse headlock," she cackled. "And this is a titty twist," she laughed as Barbara howled and the crowd jeered. "You know what a scissors is?" Stella chirped is as dropped Barbara to the mat and jumped on her, executed a perfect leg scissors.

Soon, Barbara was gasping, her beautiful chest heaving, struggling to inhale air as Stella tightened the excruciating, breathtaking, hold even tighter. As she tortured Barbara’s lungs from the inside, from the outside Stella kept twisting, pinching, squeezing and pulling her beautiful rival’s proud breasts and long nipples until Barbara had taken all she could stand.

"Please….PLEASE!” Barbara begged. “No more……please….I give up," Barbara begged.

"Get her!” “Finish it!" Cried several women at ringside, and the demands of unconditional victory spread through the crowd growing louder and louder.

"Gonna finish you off now, at least this part, OK Barbs; or should I call you ‘Jeannie?’ Ya' know, I hear they've got a name for your new show, ‘I dream of Jeannie’! It’s kinda hot; kinda cool. Miss Betty loves the name. She told me you need to discuss it with her when I’m done, OK?" Stella whispered in her gasping rivals ear as she leaned forward; then she gave Barbara's earlobe a painfully sharp nip.

Barbara gasped once, then again as her nipples felt one last firm, painful twisting pinch then the air escaped her lungs as two sexy "pythons" squeezed the light out of her in the smoky arena.

SPLoosh!! A pitcher of ice water drenched Barbara and shocked her back to reality in which she felt angry fingers in her luscious blonde wet hair shaking her.