Getting tickets to see Demi Moore fight Salma Hayek for the second time was incredibly hard but I lucked out when a scalper sold me front row tickets. It was a greatly anticipated rematch considering how easily Demi had destroyed Salma the first time they met. No one expected Salma to even want a rematch, let alone demand it, but the spunky Latina spitfire was the one who pushed for it and Demi wasn't a lady to let any challenge go unanswered.
A chorus of boos erupted in the auditorium as Demi headed down the runway toward the ring. She flipped the bird to many of the fans, letting them know she felt the same way about them. When she reached the ring and flung off her ring robe she was dressed in a two piece black bikini with a white star on each breast and a third one on her crotch.
Demi grabbed the microphone and started ranting, "Alright Salma, you little spic whore! Get your fucking fat ass out here so I can show all these wonderful people just what a slut you really are!"
The fans again erupted, but this time with cheers as Salma answered Demi's call. Salma walked around the ringside area high-fiving the fans and completely ignoring Demi. As she approached the side of the ring where I was sitting, Demi jumped out of the ring and landed a few feet from Salma with only the referee between them. I could tell from my advantage point that Demi was there not just to fight but to destroy Salma once and for all.
"Come on you little SPIC!" screamed Demi "Let's get this done!"
Salma calmly rolled over and climbed into the ring leaving Demi on the outside arguing with the ref. She quickly disrobed revealing her hot pink bikini. Catcalls and whistles could be heard through the arena. I too lusted for Salma and joined in the fun.
Demi entered the ring and walked straight up to Salma. You could see she was a good three inches taller then Salma as they stood nose to nose. They're breasts were lightly touching as they glared hatefully into the others eyes. This was to be a grudge match and in a grudge match….anything goes! The fight would end only when one of the girls was unconscious; the referee was there simplyto raise the hand of the winner.
All of a sudden Demi shot her right hand out and slapped Salma! As the little Latina rocked back, Demi followed with a straight knee to her stomach. The moves caught Salma by surprise and the knee momentarily knocked the wind from her. As she bent over grasping her stomach, Demi brought her knee up into Salma's forehead. She went sprawling over backward and landed heavily on her back. Salma lay stunned, her vision clouded by the tears that welled up in her eyes. Through her clouded vision Salma saw Demi step forward and swing her leg to kick. Purely out of instinct, she rolled away and Demi's foot only caught her in the ribs, doing little damage.
Salma managed to roll to the corner where she began to rise with the aid of the ring ropes. As she did, Demi was content to stand in the center of the ring and wait. Out of pure adrenaline, I rose to my feet with several other fans and screamed for Salma to, "Kick 'er ass!"
Salma moved out of the corner and headed toward Demi who was waiting patiently. They locked up in the center of the ring and surprisingly Salma was able to back Demi into the corner. Then with a primal scream, Salma began sending kneelift after kneelift into Demi's hard stomach. After about the sixth one, Salma grabbed Demi by her hair and heaved her out of the corner to the center of the ring where she landed on her back with a loud grunt. As Demi lay there, Salma bounced off the ring ropes and landed a perfectly executed legdrop across Demi's chest.
Salma quickly got to her feet and repeated the move - again successfully. Then Salma reached down and dragged Demi to her feet by her hair and proceeded to knock her backward down with a clothesline. I stood there cheering Salma on as she climbed up and stood on the middle ring rope, waving and acknowledging her fans.
Unfortunately, taking a curtain call was a mistake on Salma's part - one she would live to regret it. As she celebrated prematurely, Demi got to her feet and walked up behind her. She kicked Salma between the legs so hard that it would have made a football kicker jealous. The look on Salma's face was pure shock as she tumbled off of the ropes and landed on her back in the ring with both hands holding her wounded crotch.
"What do you think of your sweet little bitch now?" screamed Demi to the angry fans.
She then walked over to her opponent who was still on her back moaning in agony.
"Just think cunt, I'm just getting started. What I did to you last time is tame compared to what I'm gonna do now!"
Demi proceeded to tear Salma's bikini top off - the flimsy material tore away fairly easily - and like a savage dog she was on top of Salma. Both hands wrapped around the base of Salma's breasts, digging in with both sets of fingernails. Demi's bared teeth found Salma's erect right nipple and she viciously began chewing. Salma was screaming and her legs were kicking around wildly as she tried to escape this torture. It seemed like an eternity before Demi finally released Salma's breasts and stood up to the jeers of the crowd. Again she flipped them the bird....then she moved back over to the prone body of Salma who lay crying on the mat, her fluttering hands like frail little birds as they tried unsuccessfully to comfort her aching tits.
"I wouldn't be too concerned about those fuckin' tits if I were you!" Demi hissed as she grabbed Salma by the hair and flipped her up over her shoulder.
Demi paraded around the ring for a few seconds before violently dropping Salma on her back. Salma's back impacted with Demi's outstretched knee in a perfectly executed backbreaker. Now Salma lay sprawled on her side holding her back. I screamed a warning to her that Demi was climbing the ropes like so many others were doing these days, but it was no use. Demi leaped off the top rope and squashed Salma with a big splash. The wind was again knocked from her and she rolled over onto her stomach.
Then Demi jumped on the back of Salma's shoulders facing her feet, grabbed her bikini bottom and wrenched them up into her ass and pussy giving her a very painful wedgie. I could tell by the pained expression on Salma's face she was in a great deal of pain. I felt sorry for her while at the same time I was loving it. Go figure! Demi kept pulling and sawing the material deeper into her helpless victim until she decided that enough was enough.
Demi stood up, but never letting go of Salma's bottoms and pulled them down her sexy legs just as slick as you please. Finally yanked them off over her kicking feet. It was easy for Demi at this point to roll Salma onto her back because both hands were once again massaging her snatch.
"Well lookee here! The bitch actually grew her hair back!" Demi chuckled as she looked down at Salma's now bushy cunt. "It looks like I'm gonna have to do something about that!"
"Please," begged Salma. "Don't!"
Her plea fell on deaf ears as Demi reached down and grabbed a fistful of pubic hair.
"You stupid little fuckin' CUNT! I'll do whatever I feel like!" screamed Demi as she pulled up, lifting Salma's hips in the air. She hung suspended momentarily, then, with an awful scream, the hair roots gave way and Demi stumbled back holding a handful of Salma's growth. Salma began wailing like a banshee at this new assault on her dignity - and her body!
"Shut the fuck up!" yelled Demi as she shoved the pubic hairball in Salma's wide open mouth.
Out of desperation Salma reached up and grabbed Demi's right boob. She squeezed as hard as she was able. Demi gasped as she was caught unaware by this underhanded attack on her pride and joys.
"So you wanta pull tits huh!" she gasped. "Okay lets pull tits then!"
Demi reached out an captured both of Salma's pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger, then she began twisting like she was opening a couple of quart beer bottles. This only lasted about ten seconds before Salma released Demi's boob and grabbed her wrists in a feeble attempt to ease the pain in her own ravaged breasts. Eventually, Demi let go of her boobs and stood up to admire her work.
Salma was left sprawled on the mat, writhing in pain, crying and pleading, "Please stop! You've already won! Don't hurt me anymore!"
Demi smiled down at Salma, "Sorry bitch. Begging don't work on me! I told you I was gonna make you regret this and I'm gonna do just that!"
She grabbed Salma's hair and dragged her to her feet. She shoved the Mexican beauty back in the corner and proceeded to tie her to the ropes with strips torn from Salma's own bikini. Salma fought weakly but she was quickly and easily tied to the ring corner, her legs spread-eagled. Demi stood in front of her with her hands on her hips, her head cocked to one side and a cruel smile on her lips as she listed to Salma's continued pleas.
"Please Demi! Don't! No more. I'm hurt bad!"
"Not as bad as you're gonna be," Demi whispered in her ear.
I watched fascinated as Demi curled her right hand in a fist and gave Salma's pussy an uppercut. Then another and another
and another! Salma was barely conscious when Demi did something no one in the building expected. She dropped to her knees so that she was inches away from Salma's pussy - leaned forward, opened her mouth - and buried her teeth into it!
Salma bellowed and screamed as her womanhood was attacked. There was nothing she or anyone else could do, her arms
and legs were tied up tight and she couldn't defend herself. Demi remained there, shaking her head like a dog with a bone until Salma's screams stopped as she passed out.
When Demi finally pulled away, there was blood on her mouth and more running down the insides of Salma's legs. Demi paraded around the ring with her arms raised while I and others sat in shock as to what we'd witnessed. We thought it was over but unfortunately for Salma it wasn't. Demi untied her and bodyslammed her spread-eagled onto the mat. Then she got a cup of beer from one of the audience and poured it on Salma's face to revive her.
Salma was a sobbing mess as she realized what happened. At this point the referee entered the ring and raised Demi's hand. She pulled away and went to grab Salma again, but the referee got between them and warned Demi that the fight was over and she should leave. He told her if she didn't, he'd forcefully remove her. Demi just laughed as she kicked him in the nuts. Even before he fell to the mat Demi had him by his drawers and heaved him over the top rope to the floor below. She turned back to Salma who had just gotten to her knees. Her eyes widened as Demi approached her and Salma raised her hands.
"Please senorita," she begged in a Mexican accent. "I'm beaten. I can't take anymore."
"That's too bad bitch," Demi laughed. "'I got plenty more to give!"
Salma squealed in pain as Demi dragged her to her feet by her hair. She picked her up into a suplex, held her there for a few moments and then dropped her crotch first on the top rope. All this happened right in front of me and I actually saw part of the rope disappear between Salma's pussy lips. Demi grabbed the rope and began bouncing it up and down. I noticed tears running down Salma's face as I could imagine the pain she was in as she rode the rope like a bucking bronco; the thinly coated steel cable wedging itself violently into her pussy each time she bounced on it.
Demi then ran to the other side of the ring, rebounded off the opposite ropes, came running back and hit Salma on the side of her head with a flying dropkick. The force of the blow knocked her from her perch and she landed on three people sitting in the front row. One of them yours truly! I swear, I had the best view of the house considering that Salma's pussy was iinches from my face. I saw scratches on her tits inflicted by Demi's fingernails early in the fight.
I wished this wouldn't end but Demi was now outside the ring and she grabbed Salma again. She pulled her up off me and through back into the ring, then turned to me and said, "You better go see a doctor tomorrow! You never know what kind of fuckin' disease the bitch has!"
Demi returned to the ring Salma was laying on her back barely moving. She took no pity on Salma as she began stomping her tits.
"You're so fuckin' proud of your tits. By the time I'm finished with them they're gonna look like sacks of shit!"
After taking several kicks to her already tender tits, Salma managed to roll onto her stomach to shield her battered chest. Demi didn't seem to care. She mounted Salma's back, grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her head back as far as she could. Salma's mouth opened but I didn't here a sound, she must have been in too much pain. Her back was arched back as Demi continued to pull on her long hair.
"I'm gonna scalp you, cunt!" screamed Demi.
After Demi released Salma's hair with one hand, she reached around and grabbed her pussy from behind with it. Again Salma's mouth went wide as if to scream but again she made no sounds. For almost a minute Demi continued her torture of poor Salma, pulling hair from both her head and her crotch until Salma again collapsed into unconsciousness.
Demi stood up and looked down disdainfully at her. She noticed that coming down the aisle towards the ring were several security enforcers. Her fun was just about over so, as a parting gift, she grabbed Salma's bikini bottoms from the corner and stuffed them in Salma's mouth ,making sure that she got a good taste of her own pussy.
"You're lucky bitch! I was gonna sit on your face and show what a real woman's pussy is suppose to look like! You'll have to make do with second best - this time."
Salma just laid there crying like a baby as Demi left the ring surrounded by security personnel to a chorus of boos from the audience. I just sat there stunned, amazed at Demi's attack while I watched several people help Salma to her feet. Her pussy had been ravaged and there were several bald spots where Demi had done a job on it. Her tits weren't much better. They'd been pulled, scratched, twisted and even bitten! I wondered if Salma would ever get in the ring again. I doubted she'd ever be crazy enough to face Demi Moore again, but only time will tell.