Then to top it off, Landry put the ultimate humiliation on the younger woman - smothering her both with a Facesit and then a Breast Smother; the latter leaving Keibler unconscious to finally put an end to her totally miserable night. Needless to say, it had left Stacy positively seething and wanting nothing more than to get some revenge on the bitch who'd thoroughly debased her. Stacy wasn't afraid of Ali - or so she claimed when she challenged her to a no-holds-barred, fight-to-the-finish.

"Let's find out who the better woman really is," was the way she herself put it.

Ali's response was a smirking condescension along the line that she, "... very much doubted there was anyone left who didn't know who the better woman is... after what had happened the last time we met." Then the sultry brunette added with a leering grin, "If the bitch wants another ass whuppin', I'll be happy to give it to her, any time, any place."

The place Stacy eventually chose was the empty room where the battles of "Fighting With The Stars" TV show were usually held. No surprise. The leggy blonde was undefeated after four appearances on the show and was hoping to continue her successful run. Ali hadn’t hesitated to accept and while she didn’t have the catfighting experience of Stacy, she’d had her share of spats and so she definitely knew what she was doing. Ali had fought on FWTS twice; the first against Jeri Ryan and she’d won in rather dominating fashion, putting an end to Ryan’s comeback in the world of fighting. Ali’s other win had been a lot more difficult - in fact, many fans had been shocked when she managed to submit the highly-regarded British supermodel Naomi Campbell in a wild, back-and-forth, battle. Those successes, plus her utter destruction of Stacy in their boxing match, left Ali confident she would again prevail over the blonde.

They entered the room from opposite doors, coming to a halt in the middle of the room several feet apart. Although they already knew each other well, they still took time to size each other up; neither appearing ready to start yet. Both wore bikinis - purple for Ali; white for Stacy - and both were fit. Ali clearly had an edge in the upper body; her arms were thicker and her torso was more solid but Stacy enjoyed a three-inch height advantage and, at thirty, was seven years younger than Ali. Stacy, presumably, had more stamina although Ali’s supporters would argue the fight wouldn’t last long enough for it to be a factor.

After staring each other down for several moments, the two began circling around the room, still reluctant to attack.

"That's funny,” Ali said after several moments of maneuvering. “I was under the impression we were supposed to fight. I didn't know I was invited for a walk!"

"You might say that," Stacy smiled at Ali’s lame attempt to draw her out. "You may think you're here to fight, but this IS going to be a walk…more precisely, ME walkin' all over YOU!"

"Big words from a little girl, don't you think?" Ali smirked smugly. "Why do I have the feelin' I've heard them before? Oh right - that's what you said before our last fight! You thought you’d beat me then too, remember? You said that you'd beat me; knock me out and then stretch me out with your big, bad, old, Crossbody Pin..." Ali rolled her eyes. "And what happened? Who got knocked out? Who got stretched? Who got her ass pinned every way imaginable? And…who ended up with a face full of ass and tits? I can tell you it sure as HELL wasn't me!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Stacy shouted; the painful reminder of one of the most humiliating - if not THE most humiliating - experiences of her life suddenly making her lose her composure. Seething with rage, her lips drawn off her teeth, the tall blonde swept out her right hand in a wild slap; one Ali easily ducked.

“OOOF!” Ali’s fist slammed into Stacy's belly and the one-time pro wrestler grunted, then hurriedly backed off with her mouth in a tight ‘o’ and both hands on her hurting belly button. Ali instantly charged, driving her shoulder into Stacy’s midsection and tackling her to the floor. Stacy hit hard on her back with a grunt, “UNNGH,” with Ali on top of her. She quickly wrapped her lethal legs around Ali's waist and began Scissoring, hoping to wring an early submission from the older brunette. But Ali had other plans!

Landry wedged her left palm under Stacy's chin and pushed her head up and back, at the same time arching her back and pulling back as far as possible from Stacy. She managed to create enough space so she could slam her elbow between the blonde's perky breasts and again, Stacy gasped, “ARRGH!” Ali drew back and again, jabbed the point of her elbow down into the Baltimorian’s breastbone.

“Oooooohhhh…” Mewling in pain, Stacy’s Scissors loosened for just a second - long enough for Ali to break free. She quickly straddled Stacy and started slapping her.

THWAP! WHACK! SMACK! SPLAT!

Squealing, the lithe blonde squirmed and bucked beneath her assailant, but with Ali’s weight bearing down on her, Stacy’s squirming had little effect. To help improve her situation, Ali snatched two handfuls of hair and began to hammer Stacy's head on the floor. Stacy was both hurt and dazed, but she still fought back; reaching across to grab Ali's right breast in her right hand, squeezing and twisting the soft flesh as Ali screamed and continued to hammer at Stacy's head with both fists.

Stacy groaned under the barrage of punches, but tenaciously clung to the brunette's breast; her nails digging deep into the supple flesh. At the same time, the hooked fingers of Stacy’s left hand clawed and raked Ali's face, searching for her eyes. Ali wailed and jerked back, her hands coming up to protect her face just in the nick of time. With Ali unbalanced, Stacy gave another might heave and this time she succeeded in unseating her antagonist.

Rising to their feet, the battling beauties squared off and resuming hostilities. Stacy was first to attack, flashing out her right foot and kicking Ali high on her left thigh. Ali hissed in pain and angrily lunged forward, driving another hard punch to Stacy's chest, this one pancaking her left breast; making the blonde gasp as she retreated one more time.

"C’mere, you leggy bitch!" Ali snarled and went after her with both arms flailing, her fists smacking into the younger woman's wiry body.

Stung by Ali’s punching, but by no means discouraged, Stacy replied with punches of her own. A mistake! Going toe-to-toe with her sturdier, more boxing savvy rival, was something the lissome blonde simply was unequipped to do and she should have known better. But if she didn’t know it yet, she learned it then as Ali's heavier blows rattled her frame painfully while her own blows had little effect on the brunette.

Ali smiled grimly as she plowed into Stacy with guns blazing. A hard right to the belly doubled Stacy over; a left high on her head staggered her; an overhead right to the face sent her reeling backward. Stacy would have fallen but for the wall behind her that she slammed into and used for support. Stacy managed to avoid Ali's next swing, barely.

Stacy realized she had to do something different and fast, or it would be all over for her. Her sights set on a quick win, Ali failed to react to Stacy's low blow in time and she let out a pained yelp when the blonde's knee smashed up between her legs. Ali fought through the pain to stay on her feet, but it didn’t do her much good because Stacy grabbed two handfuls of her dark tresses, swung her around and rammed her headfirst into the wall.

BONK!

"Fuckin' cunt!" Stacy growled as she latched onto Ali's bikini top and ripped it away in a single motion.

Ali squealed in surprise and outrage and instinctively reached to cover her breasts with her hands. The next moment Stacy's right fist buried itself in Ali's belly with a meaty thud and the brunette doubled up, groaning. Having held on to Ali's bikini top, Stacy now wrapped it around the brunette's neck and began choking her. A red-faced Ali gurgled and wriggled, her hands groping ineffectually at the thinly-stretched fabric which sank deeper and deeper into her soft, vulnerable throat, cutting off her air.

"You like that? Huh? Do ya, little Miss America? Still think you're all that?" Stacy shouted angrily. Slipping behind her rival, she dug her knee into the small of the brunette's back while continuing to tighten the improvised noose around Ali's slender neck.

Ali was in trouble, but she would not quit. Raging against the thought of being defeated by some spindly blonde nobody, she struggled with all her might. Twisting her body sideways, she slipped off Stacy's knee and then stepped back into the blonde, driving an elbow into her midriff. Stacy groaned and the top around Ali's neck loosened a little. A second elbow had the blonde voicing her discomfort even louder and a third saw Ali completely free. Whirling around, the topless brunette slammed into her opponent, taking her down.

"I'll show you, you bitch!" Ali hissed as she straddled the squirming blonde, pinning her down. "How's THAT?" SMACK! The former beauty queen yelled as she cuffed Stacy’s face with her open hand. "Or THAT?" SMACK! the Louisiana native bitch-slapped her even harder. "Or how about some of THIS?"

“UNNNHH…UNNGHH….AAAHHH…”

Ali started bouncing up and down on Stacy’s chest; her firm, tight, round, ass slamming down on Stacy’s breasts again and again; driving all the air out of the blonde’s lungs. Gasping and wheezing, Stacy fought desperately to buck her off as her face turned crimson from a lack of air. Finally, after several failed attempts, Stacy got her long legs wrapped around Ali’s head. She crossed her ankles in front of Ali's face, straightened her long legs and pulled the brunette over backward.

The two got to their knees and flew at each other; their bodies meeting with a loud SMACK! The heavier Ali got the better of the head-on collision and with a squeal, Stacy went over backward with Ali on top of her. Ali rose up and again tried to straddle Stacy, but this time the blonde reacted quickly and managed to snap her legs around Ali’s head in her first attempt.

Ali's scream of rage and fright was drowned by Stacy's triumphant roar as she pulled her head tight up between her powerful thighs and locked her ankles. Holding Ali's hair in both hands, Stacy twisted to one side, bringing the brunette to the floor where she began to squeeze.

"Gotcha now, you old hag!" Stacy crowed with malicious glee, her sculpted, glistening thighs flexing as she tightened her Head Scissors.

Groaning out loud as her face contorted in agony; Ali writhed helplessly; desperately trying to escape the crushing grip of the blonde’s powerful legs. Twisting and kicking, the trapped brunette slapped and clawed the blonde's thighs, but nothing she tried could loosen the Scissors in the slightest.

"Give up, bitch!" Stacy ordered, squeezing mightily while yanking hard on Ali's dark tresses: "Give, or I'll squash that empty head of yours like a melon!"

"Noooooooo…" Ali wailed, struggling harder than ever: "Let go of me you little….AAAAARRGH!"

"GIVE! GIVE! GIVE!" Stacy persisted, putting everything she had into her fabled legs, knowing nobody could resist their power for long.

Her eyes bulging under the tremendous pressure of the former dancer's shapely gams, Ali knew that if there was a time for desperate measures this was it! She stopped futilely clawing Stacy’s thighs and instead slipped one hand into the leg of Stacy's bikini bottom and dug her manicured nails into the sensitive folds of skin with all the strength - and malice - she could muster.

Her reward was almost immediate as a piercing shriek from Stacy accompanied the instant loosening of her Scissors. Now she’d found the benefit of fighting dirty, Ali was hooked! Wriggling free of Stacy’s Scissors, the Louisiana lovely wound up and drove her fist straight down between Stacy's legs. She screamed and curled up; her hands cupping her pounded mound. Ali pounced on her with a feral snarl, putting her in a Headlock.

Stacy twisted and kicked frenetically, but she was unable to break Ali’s strong grip. "You're mine now, you little slut!" Ali growled as she overwhelmed her younger rival; twisting Stacy over onto her back and laying on her without weakening her tight grip. "I'm gonna…AAAAAAIIIIIEEEE!" Ali’s growled threat turned to a wild-eyed shriek of pain when her bare breast, almost by itself, found itself between Stacy's gnashing teeth. Ali forgot about holding Stacy’s head to her bosom and frantically shoved her away.

Stacy threw herself on the other woman and tried to choke her, but Ali blocked her hands and bucked Stacy off. Again, they rose, but quickly fell down again; rolling over and over; clawing and tearing at each other. After a good deal of furious grappling on the floor, Stacy managed to get on top and pin Ali. She tried to get her in a Grapevine, but Ali had no intention of letting this happen and thrashed her legs furiously; kicking wildly in all directions and thwarting all of Stacy's attempts to entangle them with hers.

With a sudden heave of her strong body, Ali rolled Stacy and got on top of her. Stacy wasn’t about to let herself be pinned and she dug all ten fingers into the cheeks of Ali's supple ass. Ali stiffened and howled, but then she screamed when Stacy bit her viciously on the side of her neck.

Stacy threw Ali off, rose to her knees and dove on top of Ali - who managed to get her knees up in time to kick the blonde aside! The got to their feet face to face, both breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, and shaking all over from tension - yet they both seemed as resolute as ever!

Stacy was again the first to attack, aiming a snap kick at Ali’s belly, but she blocked the kick easily and moved inside of Stacy’s raised leg to drive her fist into Stacy's side just below her ribs.

Stacy blinked and staggered back to regain her balance, then tried moving forward again - only to get clipped smartly on the jaw by Ali's right. Again, Stacy had to retreat.

When Stacy snarled - Ali just smiled at her and said, "You're done, bitch! Might as well give up and save yourself more hurt and embarrassment! I'm too much woman for you and we both know it! You can't beat me - not now; not ever! You think you're hot stuff in a fight? Well, you're not! You may've gotten lucky against weakling bitches like yourself, but your luck ends now! All you got is a pair of legs and, as you've just seen, they’re not enough against a real woman! Your skinny ass is mine!"

"Dream on, slut!" Stacy spat defiantly - although her expression was definitely a worried one!

Stacy had come into the fight thinking Ali wouldn’t have a chance in a no-holds-barred contest, but so far - no matter what she had tried - she’d been unable to get the upper hand on her dark-haired foe. Ali had taken everything Stacy had thrown at her and returned it - with interest; showing a remarkable knack for fighting without rules even if she didn’t have that much experience at it. And Ali had stamina too, the bitch!

Stacy's contingency plan - to simply wear the older woman down if she couldn’t beat her outright - didn’t seem to be working, much to her chagrin! An avid athlete, Ali was in superb shape and showed no sign of being any more tired than her younger foe. To top it all, Ali had countered Stacy's most efficient attack for, as Ali had stated the leggy Maryland beauty's Scissors were indeed her most potent weapon - one that many opponents had succumbed to. But not this dark-haired witch! Ali had escaped and for the first time in the fight, a shadow of doubt crept into Stacy's mind. Was it really possible she could lose to the bitch…again? NO! Stacy refused to believe it! No way she was being beaten twice by an old Cajun cow!

Feigning a kick another Ali’s thigh, Stacy instead lifted her leg high and snapped... her foot stopped inches from Ali's face when she caught Stacy’s foot with both hands! "I told you, bitch; it's no use! Give up!" Ali said.

Still holding her foot, Ali swept Stacy's support leg out from under her, dropping the blonde crashing to the floor. But even flat on the floor, Stacy still managed to kick at Ali, hitting her low on the inside of her left calf. Ali cursed as she stepped back, giving Stacy room to get up.

Windmilling punches wildly, Stacy attacked - and walked straight into a right cross from Ali that send her reeling back with a low moan. Ali stepped forward quickly; her fists up; eyes glinting dangerously. She buried her fist in Stacy’s taut belly and as she folded forward, Ali ripped Stacy's top off - then slapped the blonde in the face with it - all within seconds. A hard SLAP threw Stacy's head to the side and staggered her.

Stacy recovered her balance and quickly attacked Ali again with an angry snarl - only to experience an acute feeling of deja vu as Ali again doubled her over with a bellybusting uppercut - then ripped her bikini bottom down around her ankles. Standing completely nude, the tall Maryland beauty glared murderously at her rival through the tears of embarrassment and frustration welling in her beautiful eyes.

"I told you, bitch," Ali said evenly as Stacy stepped out of her torn bottom and casually kicked it aside, "I will hurt you and humiliate you; and there's nothin' you can do about it! Submit to me and - if you're a good little girl - I may let you off with only a spanking!" She chuckled nastily, reveling in her feeling of being in total control.

"AAAARRGH! I'LL KILL YOU BITCH!!" Stacy screeched hatefully; charging in a blind rage; her claws aimed for Ali's face. But Ali swiftly ducked her groping hands - and drove her fist low into Stacy's belly that stopped the rampaging blonde in her tracks! Ali followed that with a hard, straight, right to the blonde's left breast that buckled Stacy’s knees.

"You know, you might do just that, girlie!" Ali smiled smugly as Stacy backed off with a gasp. "You're so pathetic it's entirely possible that I could die…laughing… at your ridiculously feeble attempts to compete with me!"

Stacy couldn’t respond to her jibe. She just stood there panting and clutching her breast; her body aching all over; her confidence severely shaken. She was losing the fight and realized she’d better do something - she just didn’t know what to do! She’d already tried everything, and achieved nothing. Every time she’d attacked it was like running into a brick wall - a brick wall that hit back! Ali was just too strong! And while Stacy wasn’t ready to concede the fight just yet, she no longer wanted to continue it either. She dreaded the thought of attacking the fit, powerful, dark-haired, beauty who was dominating her like nobody before ever had.

Seeing Stacy’s reluctance to make a move, Ali came forward, her lips curled in a smile reflecting both confidence and contempt. Looking rather panicky, Stacy threw a quick punch that smacked into Ali's left breast, making the pliant flesh jiggle. Grimacing in pain and anger, Ali slammed her fist into Stacy’s less well protected chest, drawing a moan from the blonde.

Then Ali quickly closed in, wrapping Stacy up in a tight Bearhug. Her head thrown back, Stacy gasped in pain as her slender torso was constricted in the brunette's powerfully muscular arms. One of Stacy’s own arms was trapped at her side by the Bearhug, pinned against her body so she only had one hand free with which to try and extricate herself. She used it to push back Ali's chin and when that didn’t suffice, to pull her hair. Neither got her anywhere!

Scooping the blonde's svelte frame up into the air, Ali shook Stacy back and forth violently, crushing her in a tighter and tighter embrace. Stacy groaned as she was flung about like a rag doll; arms and legs flopping limp and helpless. Gripping her left wrist with her right hand, Ali tightened her crushing Bearhug; digging her knuckles into the small of Stacy's back. Stacy's body seemed to wilt with each second she spent in her rival's embrace. Her face got pink, then red; her mouth fell wide open as she gasped and struggled for air. She arched her back, going limp in Ali’s arms.

Ali smiled and kept up the pressure, knowing she had the bitch beaten. "You lose again, Legs! I own your ass and it's getting stretched out again - right here, right now!"

Almost feeling giddy by her dominance of her younger foe, the Louisiana beauty now did something most uncharacteristic of her: Still holding Stacy suspended in the air, she began licking one of the blonde's small, glistening, breasts, flicking her tongue at the erect nipple.

"OH Nooooo…oooohhh…" Stacy moaned softly; her mind raging against the humiliation even as she knew her body was about to succumb to the vice-like grip of her rival. Desperate for a way out, Stacy pulled Ali's hair with her free hand, and when that didn’t work, in a last-ditch effort, she jabbed her thumb in Ali’s eye!

“OH FUCK!” Ali screamed in pain; stumbling backward and covering her eyes with her hands.

Stacy saw an opening and went for it; unleashing a mighty kick aimed toward Ali’s crotch. The kick failed as, even with only one good eye, Ali still managed to get one hand into the path of Stacy's foot to block it! Her face distorted with fury and fear, Stacy kicked again, as hard as she could, but in a different manner. This time her sweeping foot smacked hard into the outside of Ali’s knee and she cried out as it buckled.

Snarling, Stacy rushed Ali who was bent awkwardly, clutching her obviously damaged knee in both hands. Stacy’s kneelift slammed into Ali’s chest, sending her reeling back to the wall. Again, Stacy high-kicked and her hard kick connected again, this time the blonde's heel cracked Ali's chin! She followed with a second kick, this one snapping Ali’s head back into the hard wall. Badly stunned by two near-simultaneous blows to the head, Ali staggered, reeling sideways on rubbery legs before she slowly crumpled to the floor on her knees, dazed and disoriented.

"Stretch THIS, bitch!" Stacy growled as she pounced.

The brief struggle that followed revealed the extent of the damage Ali had suffered. Stacy immediately took control and within moments she lay stretched out on her right side with Ali face up and partly on top of her; their bodies at right angles to each other. Ali's left arm was scissored by Stacy's legs while her right was trapped between the blonde's body and her left arm - the perfect Crucifix hold had the brunette so tied up she was almost totally helpless.

Ali's head was beginning to clear but only to the extent she was fully aware of her unenviable predicament. She went berserk. Having suddenly found herself ensnared, when mere moments before she’d been in total control and dominating the fight, the proud Louisiana lass screamed in fury as she struggled frantically to break out of the hold that kept her captive.

Bucking wildly, her sturdy, sweat-soaked body heaving and twisting; Ali spared no effort in her attempts to free herself. Stacy wasn’t about to let her escape and the Baltimore beauty knew this was her best (last?) chance and she was determined to make the most of it! With victory so close, and well aware what could happen if Ali got loose, the tall blonde was running on pure adrenaline; her lithe, nude body quivering with the strain of keeping the wildly thrashing brunette under control.

"No way you're getting' out of this one, cunt!" Stacy panted, clinging to the bucking and bouncing brunette for all she was worth. "Your sad old ass is MINE now!"

"FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE TRAMP! LET ME GOOOOOOO!" Ali wailed, furiously bridging and trying to kick out; her solid hips twisting to and fro; her powerful, shapely, legs bicycling; her feet planted on the floor as she attempted to leverage for her trapped body. Unfettered, her full breasts bounced and rolled over her chest with each violent movement and the full, jiggling juggs caught Stacy's eye! She used her free right hand to SMACK-WHAP slap Ali's right breast several times, each drawing loud groans of pain. Stacy raked her claws over the soft mound a few times before she captured the erect nipple in her thumb and forefinger and began squeezing and twisting viciously.

Ali screamed and struggled, spurred by the pain and her desperate desire to break free. But no matter what she tried, Stacy hung on with dogged determination; her face calm and focused as she maintained her grip; using Ali’s own nipples to control her. All Ali gained by her violent exertion was to exhaust herself even faster; draining the last of her fast-fading resources with every passing second. It was beginning to look like this fight was definitely over! Now matter how good a shape Ali was in, her continuous, fruitless, struggles - and the pain she was subjected to after a long, grueling battle - took its toll and she was fading fast! She was still trying to fight against the fleshy bonds of the other woman's slick, hot frame which held her prisoner, but she clearly lacked the energy needed.

Ali’s solid body still looked strong, but her movements grew lackadaisical and sweat poured out of it in torrents. As she stubbornly, and futilely, bridged again and again, her usually firm thighs, ass and belly all shook and jiggled with quit. Her breath came in quick ragged gasps and, in a telltale sign of impending defeat, her eyes closed. Ali was done!

Shaking with tension and excitement, Stacy released her exhausted quarry - only to quickly trap her in a crushing Head Scissors from behind. Ali mewled in pain as the former dancer's powerful legs tightened around her skull. She tried to struggle, but there was nothing she could do. Ali clawed weakly at Stacy’s bulging thighs - and achieved nothing! Stacy merely growled and gathered both of Ali's wrists. Too weak to free her immobilized arms, Ali merely groaned and squirmed as her head was squeezed tighter and tighter by the vice of Stacy’s awesome legs.

"GIVE YOU BITCH! GIVE UP!" Stacy demanded; her well-muscled, glistening, thighs pumping and flexing; crushing the trapped brunette’s head.

Her pride still intact, Ali held out as long as she could, but pride alone wouldn’t be enough to withstand the crushing pressure of Stacy's Scissors indefinitely. Lacking the strength to fight back, the sexy Louisiana native eventually succumbed to the agony and submitted in tears, her iron will finally broken.

Still not satisfied, the cruel and vindictive Stacy continued to punish Ali, forcing one submission after another from the helpless brunette. Not until Ali had screamed herself hoarse did Stacy at last relinquish her grip - but even then she wasn’t done! As a tearful Ali tried to curl up on her side, Stacy forced her back over onto her back and straddled her, pinning her arms under her knees. Then she began slowly slapping Ali’s unprotected face! It didn’t take long before she was begging for mercy.

But Stacy wasn’t feeling merciful; she was still angry - and frightened - over how close she’d come to losing to Ali for a second time. She had no idea if Ali was aware of it, but she waned to finally eliminate the powerful brunette as a possible future threat; to break her completely; to make Ali really, truly, fear her!

"Who's ass is pinned now, Landry?" Stacy asked, accompanying the question with a heavy SLAP. "And who's ass got stretched out?" Another SLAP, this one from the other side. "Answer me you Cajun slut!" the blonde shouted angrily, gripping Ali's jaw in her right hand and digging her claws in.

"AAAAAH! STOP!" Ali whined. "It was me! I got stretched and pinned! You win…enough…leave me alone…"

“Say ‘Please’!” Stacy growled menacingly. “And tell me I’m the better woman now, bitch!" Stacy added, still maintaining her tight grip.

"Puh…please…I give. You are…!" Ali responded immediately. "You're the… better woman!" Comprehensively beaten, the once proud brunette would say - or do - anything to avoid any more punishment at the hands of her conqueror.

"That's right, you old hag, I am! Now I want you to apologize to me for what you did to me the last time! Do it, or I'll rip your fuckin' face off!"

"OK! OK! I'M SORRY!" Ali wept. "I apologize for what I said…what I did…whatever…now… please let me go! Please?"

Stacy slowly rose off her beaten rival and stood over her, panting heavily. She slicked her hair back with a shaking hand, then bent down and slapped Ali on the hip. “Lift up!” she growled. Ali lifted her butt and allowed Stacy to work her bikini bottom off and down her legs without offering the slightest resistance. Stacy then hair-hauled the naked brunette to her knees and stood in front of her, her legs braced wide apart, her body tall, proud and erect.

"Lick!" The blonde commanded, thrusting her hips forward, grabbing Ali by the hair and guiding her face by tugging on it. Having little choice, the former Miss USA meekly licked the sweat from younger woman's flat, glistening, belly.

Smiling smugly, Stacy forced the kneeling Ali forward till her forehead was touching the floor, then stepped behind her and got down on her knees between Ali’s spread legs. Knowing the win wouldn’t be ‘official’ without her trademark ‘victory grind’, Stacy proceeded to sensuously rotate her hips against Ali's raised, bare, bottom; scrubbing her pubic hair pelvis over the smooth, well-rounded, buttocks of her defeated opponent in a slow, circular, grind.

To further add to Ali's discomfort, and humiliation, Stacy spanked her sweaty ass cheeks, making them jiggle and putting a rosy hue on the tanned flanks of the docile brunette. Humiliated beyond belief - but powerless to stop it - the defeated Louisianan took it silently, albeit with her face flushing a bright crimson of mortification.

Finally satisfied, Stacy put her hands on Ali’s butt and pushed herself to her feet. She stood there with a conceited smile curling her cruel lips, then put her foot on Ali's hip and rolled the unresisting brunette onto her side, then kicked her over onto her back.

"You picked the wrong woman to mess with, bitch!" The tall, slender blonde spat out, straddling Ali’s waist and looking down on her with a mixture of contempt and malice. "You could've just beaten me in that boxing match and left it at that! But oh no, you had to go and show off - try to prove how fuckin' great you are - as if anyone gives a damn about you! You humiliated me then - now it's my turn! And just make sure you remember: as you just saw, you're nothing compared to me! If you EVER fuck with me again, you'd better have a casket ready, one that's big enough for your fat, ancient ass!”

Having delivered her message, Stacy added, "I believe I'm currently somewhat in your debt! And I certainly don't want anyone to be able to say that Stacy Keibler doesn't pay what she owes!"

She spun around and smoothly lowered her naked ass onto her rival's beautiful face in a Reverse Facesit. With her air cut off by Stacy's taut, perfectly shaped, butt, Ali squirmed a little, her hands feebly slapping the blonde's glinting torso, but it was all useless. Stacy stayed right where she was, smiling, gloating; her sweat-slick, smooth as glass ass clenching and unclenching as she rode Ali's face with glee; smothering the decimated brunette into oblivion.

Already battered and exhausted - physically, mentally and emotionally - Ali didn’t hold out for very long. She bucked and kicked feebly a few times, pawed at Stacy’s flanks; then her arms fell listlessly to her sides; her legs splayed out; her feet scuffled back and forth a couple of times; then she went limp and mercifully, unconsciousness finally claimed her!