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Originally posted by Samdog on 9/20/2003, 1:59 pm

All smiles, Neve stepped out of the neutral corner as the count reached 10. Arms raised in victory, she posed victoriously as flashbulbs lit up al over the arena. Neve wasn’t quite sure if she could call this the greatest victory of her career. It certainly ranked up there in the top three though.

The brunette made her way over to Jenny, who was still lying on the canvas. With a certain relish, Neve kicked her in the belly, drawing a cry from the blonde and rolling her onto her back.

“Stay down where you belong, bitch,” Neve barked, “I don’t want you going anywhere.”

Returning to the corner, Neve got her gloves removed before she returned her attention back to Jenny. The blonde was right where she’d left her, crying softly as she was forced to cope with the full consequences of her defeat. Grabbing Jenny’s hair, Neve pulled her up and pressed her against the ropes.

“This was for earlier, bitch,” Neve shouted, slamming her fist into the center of Jenny’s womanhood erupted in pain, held up only by the brunette’s hand.

“And now, THIS is for Jennifer!” Neve slammed one, two, three punches into Jenny’s trunks, the blonde again screaming in agony.

With her vanquished foe barely able to walk, Neve began her walk of shame. It was probably only the second time she’d walked someone, but she still milked it for everything that it was worth. Jenny had hounded her from day one, and Neve was finally getting the chance to pay her back. The brunette did everything in her power to make this a miserable experience for the blonde while she indulged in a manner that most would not have expected her of possibly producing.

Finishing her walk, Neve led the blonde to the center of the ring and forced her on to her hands and knees. Turning away for a moment, she made her way over to Jenny’s corner. They promptly handed over Jennifer Love Hewitt’s white bikini, which she took back to her corner and left it with for the time being. Jennifer no doubt would be happy to get that back when Neve saw her next. Neve signaled for the announcer’s mic, which she was promptly given as she returned to Jenny.

“Now Jenny, the two if use agreed to some this before we entered the ring that most people don’t know about,” Neve said as her amplified voice projected outwards. “I think it’s time we let them all in our little arrangement. What do you think?”

Her eyes filled with tears, Jenny simply nodded. Smiling, Neve asked, “Which one of us is the better woman? Say it!”

Jenny hesitated, but was jolted by a slap across the cheek, “You are,” she said.

“Now, one of us is supposed to be a real TRAMP. Which one of us would that happen to be?” Neve asked.

Jenny hesitated again, clearly not wanting to eat crow. However, she soon replied, “I am.”

Delighted, Neve handed the microphone off and went to work on Jenny, breaking the last of her resistance. Standing over her, she placed her hand on the small of Jenny’s back. With the other, she began to spank the blonde. The slaps echoed surprisingly loud, not drowned out by Jenny’s screams.

“There’s only room for one bantam contender in this stable,” Neve said, as she pulled Jenny to her knees and stepped behind her. “It sure as hell ain’t you.” Bending over, she whispered, “There was once another blonde all-tits-and-no-brains Playmate who thought she could handle me. Heather Kozar’s fight suit is now framed and hanging on my wall at home. I think yours’ll look real nice next to it…”

Neve proceeded to untie the strings on Jenny’s bikini, stripping it from her body. With it went the remnants of Jenny’s dignity as she was stripped named except for her gloves, Pushing her forward to the canvas, Neve planted her foot on Jenny’s back, posing victoriously.

“What goes around comes around, tramp!”