The sexy celebrity strode toward the ring, occasionally hi-fiving some of the fans standing along the barricades.
Finally, the sexy vixen reached the ring, climbed the steps and entered the squared circle. Finally, the arena lights
went on once again.
CARMEN: Hello, Las Vegas. You ready for some fun?
A thunderous roar erupted from the crowd as several members of the crowd whistled at the sexy starlet.
CARMEN: In case you don’t know me, I am Carmen Electra (more cheers)…..and welcome to the BFW or
Bombshell Fitness Wrestling. This is our premier show and is called Final Conflict.
CARMEN: We are bringing you the finest and sexiest women who will fight for fame, money and your adulation.
Some of them you know from the old FWF and other independent companies; others you soon will know. Let me
give you a brief rundown of some of the women who are here tonight. Linda O’Neil….Sandee
Westgate……Francine Dee……Natasha Yi……..Eva Angelina……Gianna Michaels……..Diana Knight……..Nicole
Oring………Annie Cruz and Francesca Le!
More thunderous applause came from the crowd as Carmen nodded, pleased at the response.
CARMEN: Tonight, we will have a quartet of matches from the tag-team tournament which will culminate in a
champion being crowned on our next show. We also have our two singles champions, The Scorpion, Annie Cruz
and Sexalicious, Francesca Le in action. But before we get started, let me introduce our commentators and
backstage interviewers; here are Tera Patrick and Karen Konyha, Asia Carrera and Hurricane Havana.
Finally, the sexy vixen reached the ring, climbed the steps and entered the squared circle. Finally, the arena lights
went on once again.
CARMEN: Hello, Las Vegas. You ready for some fun?
A thunderous roar erupted from the crowd as several members of the crowd whistled at the sexy starlet.
CARMEN: In case you don’t know me, I am Carmen Electra (more cheers)…..and welcome to the BFW or
Bombshell Fitness Wrestling. This is our premier show and is called Final Conflict.
CARMEN: We are bringing you the finest and sexiest women who will fight for fame, money and your adulation.
Some of them you know from the old FWF and other independent companies; others you soon will know. Let me
give you a brief rundown of some of the women who are here tonight. Linda O’Neil….Sandee
Westgate……Francine Dee……Natasha Yi……..Eva Angelina……Gianna Michaels……..Diana Knight……..Nicole
Oring………Annie Cruz and Francesca Le!
More thunderous applause came from the crowd as Carmen nodded, pleased at the response.
CARMEN: Tonight, we will have a quartet of matches from the tag-team tournament which will culminate in a
champion being crowned on our next show. We also have our two singles champions, The Scorpion, Annie Cruz
and Sexalicious, Francesca Le in action. But before we get started, let me introduce our commentators and
backstage interviewers; here are Tera Patrick and Karen Konyha, Asia Carrera and Hurricane Havana.
CINDY: Carmen, you need to shut up. Besides, you’re only good at using your mouth for one thing anyway.
CHARLENE: Well, from what I hear, she’s not so good at that either Cindy.
CINDY: Figures….just another useless whore in this company of useless whores.
CARMEN: Excuse me, but I don’t recall inviting you to join our elite company of-
CINDY: whores? Of course not……you conveniently forgot to invite true wrestlers; women who would snap these
tramps you have here in two. But thankfully, since this is a subsidiary and training ground of the AFW, their board
of directors did the right thing and signed up a few women to show these fans just what wrestling talent really is
about.
CARMEN: What the hell are you talking about? This is my show! I run things around here! I’m in charge…
CHARLENE: Yeah because you’ve done such a great job of that in the past, slut. Remember you’re stupid porno
league? Yeah…that went SOOO well.
CHARLENE: See what you’ve forgotten is that this is a WRESTLING company, you stupid skank.
CARMEN: You know, it’s funny calling me a skank. At least I’ve never been so desperate I had to work as a
stripper.
CHARLENE: SHUT UP!!!!
CINDY: Calm down Charlene. Don’t let this bitch goad you into anything yet.
CARMEN: You know girls, as interesting as this has been, why don’t you to just head backstage and….
CINDY: WE AREN’T DOING A DAMN THING!!!
CINDY: See you don’t get it do you Carmen? You think you run things around here? You don’t. Oh you can act
all high and mighty, and get your filthy panties in a twist…of course that would mean you’d have to be wearing
panties…..but me and Charlene, we really don’t care what you have to say.
CHARLENE: You see, the board of directors decided they needed some girls down here to make these matches
actually interesting. I mean sure, all these skinny whores might look nice with their clothes off, but when it comes
down to it, they’re nothing more than your average diva. A girl fit for Playboy, porn, or the strip club…..NOT for a
wrestling league.
CINDY: So why don’t you look at the roster when you get back Carmen. Get off your knees and take a look, and
you’ll see a few REAL wrestlers on the roster; women that will beat all the whores here within an inch of their lives.
Women like us, who believe in the ART and the SPORT of professional wrestling; not in who the next loser they’re
going to fuck will be.
CARMEN: You know, since you two have such big mouths, why don’t you put up or shut up?
CHARLENE: That supposed to be some sort of threat?
CARMEN: Something like that. Consider yourselves busy tonight. Get ready to get your asses in the ring.
CINDY: You just don’t get it do you Carmen? That’s supposed to be some sort of threat? Please. I WANT to be
in that ring. I want to prove without a shadow of a doubt that the women here are nothing but useless sluts. That
they can’t handle REAL women like us.
CHARLENE: I mean seriously. I’m the best technical wrestler in this entire company. I’ll tie these whores in knots,
suplex them so hard that they’ll go crying to their pimps, then make them scream their submission to me.
CHARLENE: And take a look at Cindy here. Cin…why don’t you flex a little?
Cindy smirked, rolling up here sleeves and flexing her biceps.
CHARLENE: Look at that. This is UNQUESTIONABLY the strongest woman in this entire company. You think one
of these hundred pound girls will even last ten seconds with her? She’ll throw them all around the ring, wrap her
arms around their skinny waists and break their spines, then wrap those legs around their necks and snap them
like twigs.
CINDY: Like I said Carmen, you just don’t get it. NO ONE in this company can beat us. And by the end of the
night, us and our friends…you are going to find out that we RULE this company. That nothing can stop us. That
not one girl here is in our league.
CHARLENE: You’re dealing with true wrestlers Carmen. Not one of your Girls Next Doors. Not one of your nude
magazine centerfolds. You can order us in any match you want tonight. We don’t care. When we’re done,
well…let’s just say you’re going to need a few replacements on the roster.
CINDY: Get the ambulances ready bitch.
CHARLENE: Later.
The duo left a fuming Carmen in the ring as they headed backstage. After a buzz settled in over the crowd,
Carmen thanked them and gave it over to the announcing crew as she slowly headed to the back.
TERA: Well Christine, I think that didn’t go as well as Carmen had hoped it would.
KAREN: Well, its going to go worse than that with whomever gets in the ring with Cindy or Charlene. I’ve taken on
both women and even with my skills, I couldn’t beat either one.
TERA: Uh…as I recall, your skills didn’t help you much when you ran into Ali Huston.
KAREN: Why don’t you just shut up and tell everybody we’re going to take a quick, commercial break.
Just as she disappeared backstage, Carmen was growling with anger. The duo of Cindy and Charlene had
embarrassed her and reminded everyone of her previous failed foray into the world of wrestling. Suddenly,
Carmen saw someone she knew and called her over; she had a plan to get back at the rude bitches and wanted to
implement it as quickly as possible. A second later, Ava Devine came up to Carmen.
CHARLENE: Well, from what I hear, she’s not so good at that either Cindy.
CINDY: Figures….just another useless whore in this company of useless whores.
CARMEN: Excuse me, but I don’t recall inviting you to join our elite company of-
CINDY: whores? Of course not……you conveniently forgot to invite true wrestlers; women who would snap these
tramps you have here in two. But thankfully, since this is a subsidiary and training ground of the AFW, their board
of directors did the right thing and signed up a few women to show these fans just what wrestling talent really is
about.
CARMEN: What the hell are you talking about? This is my show! I run things around here! I’m in charge…
CHARLENE: Yeah because you’ve done such a great job of that in the past, slut. Remember you’re stupid porno
league? Yeah…that went SOOO well.
CHARLENE: See what you’ve forgotten is that this is a WRESTLING company, you stupid skank.
CARMEN: You know, it’s funny calling me a skank. At least I’ve never been so desperate I had to work as a
stripper.
CHARLENE: SHUT UP!!!!
CINDY: Calm down Charlene. Don’t let this bitch goad you into anything yet.
CARMEN: You know girls, as interesting as this has been, why don’t you to just head backstage and….
CINDY: WE AREN’T DOING A DAMN THING!!!
CINDY: See you don’t get it do you Carmen? You think you run things around here? You don’t. Oh you can act
all high and mighty, and get your filthy panties in a twist…of course that would mean you’d have to be wearing
panties…..but me and Charlene, we really don’t care what you have to say.
CHARLENE: You see, the board of directors decided they needed some girls down here to make these matches
actually interesting. I mean sure, all these skinny whores might look nice with their clothes off, but when it comes
down to it, they’re nothing more than your average diva. A girl fit for Playboy, porn, or the strip club…..NOT for a
wrestling league.
CINDY: So why don’t you look at the roster when you get back Carmen. Get off your knees and take a look, and
you’ll see a few REAL wrestlers on the roster; women that will beat all the whores here within an inch of their lives.
Women like us, who believe in the ART and the SPORT of professional wrestling; not in who the next loser they’re
going to fuck will be.
CARMEN: You know, since you two have such big mouths, why don’t you put up or shut up?
CHARLENE: That supposed to be some sort of threat?
CARMEN: Something like that. Consider yourselves busy tonight. Get ready to get your asses in the ring.
CINDY: You just don’t get it do you Carmen? That’s supposed to be some sort of threat? Please. I WANT to be
in that ring. I want to prove without a shadow of a doubt that the women here are nothing but useless sluts. That
they can’t handle REAL women like us.
CHARLENE: I mean seriously. I’m the best technical wrestler in this entire company. I’ll tie these whores in knots,
suplex them so hard that they’ll go crying to their pimps, then make them scream their submission to me.
CHARLENE: And take a look at Cindy here. Cin…why don’t you flex a little?
Cindy smirked, rolling up here sleeves and flexing her biceps.
CHARLENE: Look at that. This is UNQUESTIONABLY the strongest woman in this entire company. You think one
of these hundred pound girls will even last ten seconds with her? She’ll throw them all around the ring, wrap her
arms around their skinny waists and break their spines, then wrap those legs around their necks and snap them
like twigs.
CINDY: Like I said Carmen, you just don’t get it. NO ONE in this company can beat us. And by the end of the
night, us and our friends…you are going to find out that we RULE this company. That nothing can stop us. That
not one girl here is in our league.
CHARLENE: You’re dealing with true wrestlers Carmen. Not one of your Girls Next Doors. Not one of your nude
magazine centerfolds. You can order us in any match you want tonight. We don’t care. When we’re done,
well…let’s just say you’re going to need a few replacements on the roster.
CINDY: Get the ambulances ready bitch.
CHARLENE: Later.
The duo left a fuming Carmen in the ring as they headed backstage. After a buzz settled in over the crowd,
Carmen thanked them and gave it over to the announcing crew as she slowly headed to the back.
TERA: Well Christine, I think that didn’t go as well as Carmen had hoped it would.
KAREN: Well, its going to go worse than that with whomever gets in the ring with Cindy or Charlene. I’ve taken on
both women and even with my skills, I couldn’t beat either one.
TERA: Uh…as I recall, your skills didn’t help you much when you ran into Ali Huston.
KAREN: Why don’t you just shut up and tell everybody we’re going to take a quick, commercial break.
Just as she disappeared backstage, Carmen was growling with anger. The duo of Cindy and Charlene had
embarrassed her and reminded everyone of her previous failed foray into the world of wrestling. Suddenly,
Carmen saw someone she knew and called her over; she had a plan to get back at the rude bitches and wanted to
implement it as quickly as possible. A second later, Ava Devine came up to Carmen.
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AVA: What’s up Carmen? Am I in action tonight?
CARMEN: Yes, you are Ava. In fact, I have a job for you……..
CARMEN: Yes, you are Ava. In fact, I have a job for you……..
The quartet emerged from backstage to take a brief bow before Asia and Havana returned to the back while Tera
and Karen made their way down to their announcers table.
CARMEN: Alright folks, let’s not waste any more-
Suddenly, a pair of women emerged from the back with microphones in hand. It was Cindy Huntress and Charlene
Rink.
and Karen made their way down to their announcers table.
CARMEN: Alright folks, let’s not waste any more-
Suddenly, a pair of women emerged from the back with microphones in hand. It was Cindy Huntress and Charlene
Rink.
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The show opened to a dark arena as a buzz of excitement rippled throughout the crowd. Suddenly, spotlights
began darting back and forth across the crowd as a roar erupted from those in attendance. Abruptly, the lights in
the venue came on along with various fireworks. Suddenly, the arena went dark again as a lone spotlight centered
on the entrance to the runway that led to the ring. A second later, a lone female emerged and struck a pose for
the crowd. It was Carmen Electra.
began darting back and forth across the crowd as a roar erupted from those in attendance. Abruptly, the lights in
the venue came on along with various fireworks. Suddenly, the arena went dark again as a lone spotlight centered
on the entrance to the runway that led to the ring. A second later, a lone female emerged and struck a pose for
the crowd. It was Carmen Electra.
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