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Sunny Loses the First Fall... A NATION OF DOMINATION REVIVAL
By mkarl

[Wrestling parody,M+/F,racial,violent RAPE, snuff, preg, first of many
volumes to follow]

DISCLAIMERS! All personality traits associated with the individuals within
this WORK OF FICTION are strictly created by the poetic license of the
author. While certain efforts have been made to keep this parody as true to
life as possible, obviously not all facets of the material below would ever
happen in the `real' world. Certain names are trademarked properties of
either the WWF or WCW and so this story is written purely for entertainment
purposes and is not meant to profit this author other than the enjoyment
derived from its creative process. No personal disrespect or slander is
meant towards anyone parodied in this work-of-pure-fiction.

No one otherwise prohibited by the laws of their community should read any
further. People who have no ability to distinguish between reality and
fantasy are also asked to find their entertainment elsewhere. This work is
intended to be controversial and intentionally offensive so please be
advised.

Now on to the story...

 The man who had once been an up-and-coming [cumming?] star in the WWF had
certainly fallen on hard times. He had been something... he had been a
contender... now, his once amazing physique had softened to the point where he
was becoming a joke with the Internet fan boy crowd.

 Hell, everything about the man who had formally been known as Ahmed Johnson
was a joke. Wrestling over some God Damn letter for a name??? Not that what
the man formally known as Ahmed did was actually wrestling.   It was more
like `just hurting people,' cause the man had all the grace of a Brahma Bull
in a china shop.

 Ahmed Johnson [Yeah, not Big T, or Moadib, or even his real name of Tony
Norris] was an angry man... An angry, huge, BLACK MAN. Reports had hit the
Internet rumor mill the previous spring about how the ex-Intercontinental
WWF champion had taken to pimping children. The bad pr [not saying whether
it was true, but you all be the judge] had conspired with the brute's
overwhelming lack of talent to have forced him to take a shitty job in WCW
where he was stuck in the lamest ass `program' he had ever been `scripted'
into. It was pretty obvious that after the current discrimination suit which
had been filed against the company charging racial-inequities had been dealt
with, that Ahmed and his partner Stevie Ray would just be two more niggers
looking to welfare, or pimping to support their habits.

 The thing that Ahmed was thinking though was, `why the fuck should he wait
to get back to what he was actually `good' at, anyhow...' far as the pimping
thing went. It worked in WWF with the Godfather.

 Ahmed had almost done it all back in the WWF, during the whole `gang' wars
angle which had fallen apart with Mr.. Bret Hart's departure for the
seven-figure-contract-land of Ted Turner's playground; ol' Vince McManhon
had once toyed with a `NATION OF DOMINATION' idea. Ahmed had already been
exposed as someone who couldn't wrestle at the time, without putting either
himself or his opponents into an intensive care unit, so he HAD been
momentarily allowed to associate with the NOD [in an attempt to hide him]
and had gotten himself very eXXXcited at the proposed story line where the
heartbreak kid, Shawn Michaels was going to establish the WWF superstar
valet Sunny as being Bret Hart's squeeze on the road. Then, Shawn was going
to frame the `Hart Foundation' as a bunch of racists and the NOD would get
to take it all out on Sunny at a special `lights-out' pay-per-view that
would have been shown eXXXclusively on the SPICE channel.

 ...and if pigs had wings.

 Damn that Hart for thinking the story line would interfere with his futile
attempts to save his own marriage. It had pissed Ahmed off enough that the
nigger had actually paid the bitch a visit during the filming of Wrestling
with Shadows. It had been some good payback at the time, but hadn't been
anywhere near satisfactory enough in the long term... Ahmed needed more. It
was time to go see the `booker man.'

***

 WCW was having ratings problems... and talent problems... and management... Hell,
the whole fucking company was losing millions [dollars and fans!] Eric
Bischoff had been the man, than Vince Russo had come in as the `Powers that
be.' More recently, the formally demonic Satan worshipper Kevin Sullivan was
having his shot at the top of the `booking' team. It was his job to make
sure something interesting would be on the Monday NITRO national, live TV
show each week. He hadn't been doing a good job.

 Now WCW's problems were Kevin Sullivan's. Bischoff had just been rehired
and as the potbellied, 5'7" former `GAMEMASTER' checked the Internet rumors,
he saw that Russo would likely be back on Monday. Sullivan had very little
time to act. If Turner's suits wanted to bring back two guys that only knew
how to book gang warfare [the NWO] and sex [everything Russo does, than
Kevin thought that if he only had one more NITRO in charge that it would be
one for the ages... Standards and Practices be damned.

 As the little goat-boy sat behind his desk and tried to decide on who would
get the best of his rewritten Nitro proposals between all the hotties [Miss
Hancock, Tori Wilson, Kimberly Page, Nitro Girl Spice, or his own favorite
of Leanna Meow] Ahmed Johnson suddenly came through the door of the
bookerman's office.

 "What the fuck do you want?" Sullivan was not one to win himself any
popularity contests with the boys.

 "I wants out of this lame ass program with Stevie. I want Sid for the title
or at least something the fans wants to see." For someone with no talent,
the big nigger was really speeding up his inevitable visit to the welfare
office, but the way Ahmed had it figured, it was now or never to make his
play given the discrimination lawsuit.

 "Sid doesn't do jobs Johnson, but a big buck like you might just fit in
with what I plan for Monday. Yeah... you would be just about damn near
perfect." Even though Sullivan had been born in Boston and spent enough time
in the south to detest people `like' Ahmed, ratings were ratings!

 "What you talking about, sucker."

 "Tell me Johnson, if you had a more... interesting program come Monday, would
you be willing to work with Stevie and maybe a couple of those shitheads
doing the discrimination suit against us to start up say... A new NATION OF
DOMINATION?" Sullivan had the wheels turning.

 "I'm listening."

 "Okay, well... First, I understood that Vince had discussions with an X-rated
channel for a special back when it looked like Turner was going to bury them
up in New York."

 "Right. Would have been us and Sunny." At the reminder, the big nigger felt
himself start to stiffen.

 "That would have been sweet."

 "Damn straight, but Bret KO'd the program and than Vince got all successful
with that skin head, Austin and next thing you knew I was out on my ass."
Ahmed pretty much did have it right.

 "It's a fucking shame. You know, that little coke head wants to come in
here with Chris now." Sullivan smiled. As hot as Miss Hancock and Torie and
the others all were, Sunny was still the one that had the ratings potential.
He was going to save his job yet, and even if the footage would have to be
edited big time for nation wide `family-viewing,' Sullivan had to confess
that he sure damn well would want to be at the scene of the action to make
sure everything went down just right.

 Sometimes it was good to be the boss.

 Ahmed listened as Kevin explained the new angle. Having no time at all to
foreshadow anything, the nigger couldn't help but allow himself the mundane
thought that `this angle would make no more sense than any other that had
been on TV these past several weeks.' At least this one would have the kids
wanting to see more though.

 Ahmed left Sullivan's office with a smile on his face and eleven inches of
wood in his pants. He would have to get his black ass busy to be ready.

***

 `Sunny' Tamara Lynn Sytch, was excited [no not eXXXcited like she was wet
in those tiny, white-cotton panties of hers, but excited like she couldn't
believe she would be working with her fianc  in the `show' again. She had
let herself go a bit over her two years out of the limelight and had lost
her crown as the `queen of eXXXtreme' among the fan boys of wrestling but
she was one bitch determined to get `back on-top.'

 Sunny had even let her little skirt get hiked up over her ass back in ECW
where she had allowed those two skanks, Rita and Dawn Marie to get
themselves off and `over' at her own eXXXpense with a spanking in the ring.
Far as Sunny was concerned, she had no `limits' as to just what degrading
humiliation she would take to get back to the bright lights and crowds of a
major promotion.

 Course, Sunny didn't know that Sullivan was enough of an anarchist
demon-worshipper to ever be willing to go to such depths just to save his
own job.

 The stunningly-gorgeous, blond valet had gotten the message to show up
early at the arena for the house show to film her introductory video with
her fianc , Chris Candido. She had been told that her `habits' would make it
impossible to be brought into WCW until she `got her nose clean,' but now it
seamed to the little `rock' star that all of Mark Madden's gushing on the
Internet-radio show about `needing a girl that could speak' had paid off.

 Poor Sunny was clueless, that her mouth would be far too `occupied' with
other obligations to be doing any speaking.

 Anyhow, Sunny didn't know what was really going to be UP the next day, but
as she put her nose into the powder to celebrate that evening, she was very
glad that the `hand-job' she had provided for Mr.. Madden had paid off.

***

 When Sunny came too in the morning, she looked over to where Chris was
working out. Since getting himself off the gas, the former `BODYDONNA' had
slipped as much as his girlfriend had. Sunny and Chris were not married, but
in her eye they were. She didn't need no damn piece of paper to make it
official. Hell she had been trying to get herself pregnant with Chris's baby
for several months now. Guess maybe all the steroid use and other shit had
made that difficult but it was the thought that counted.

 Just thinking about it actually made Sunny want to jump Chris's little four
incher and see if today wouldn't be the lucky one. She was just at her peak
time of fertility, but Sullivan had been insistent on her and Chris getting
to the arena before it got all noisy with the ring crews and production
people. As much as Sunny hated it, she was just going to have to try to do
herself in the shower to take care of the `horniness' that she always woke
with.

 As Sunny stepped out of her damp panties and waited for the water to warm,
she reflected on just how `good' her life was going to get again. A lot of
the boys from New York were in Atlanta now. Bret was out with that
concussion from that ugly goof, Goldberg, but Kevin and even Jeff seamed to
have some stroke now.

 Sid was utterly useless. Sunny had once wasted two and a half hours on her
knees with nothing to show. Steroids were the shits for that. Actually,
about her only bigger failure had been the Warriors, but the less consider,
LOD2000, the better as far as the curvy, little blond was concerned.

 Sunny had never been with anyone as tall as Kevin before. She wondered if
seven-footers had an advantage down... [where?] `down there'... too. [Sorry,
it's a wrestling joke]

 Anyhow, Sunny was able to use the heavy massage setting on the shower head
to get herself all `psyched' for her big day and than it was time for her to
be the first to fall to the new NATION OF DOMINATION.

Here now is PART II of `Sunny Loses the First Fall.'

 Sunny was horny again by the time she got to the arena. She had spent about
fifteen minutes on the drive with her head down in Chris' lap but even as
good as she sucked cock [and especially given Chris's frustrating lack of
stamina] her three `blowjobs' hadn't done the trick.

 It was going to be hard to concentrate on business.

 "Come on Chris, we have time..."

 "No way Tammy. Look I am going clean. You know I love you more than life
itself, but this is probably our last chance. I am too small to ever be a
major player and you are our meal ticket baby. You can get high again when
we get back to the hotel, but for now get your mind off drugs and sex, cause
that ain't what today is going to be about."

 Yeah... right.

***

 Inside the arena, Ahmed was sharing a joint with his old buddy Mark Henry.
Stevie Ray was in the shower as the others hadn't been able to handle the
smell, and as close as all these niggers were going to be getting, well...

 Hardbody Harris Norris walked over to where Ahmed sat.

 "I just wanted to say thanks again for getting me into this new NOD."

 "FUCK NIGGER, the suits just want that whole damn race thing to get
as-wiped and this is a hell of a lot better for the ratings than that
lame-ass `putting the wetbacks on TV approach they tried the last couple
weeks. If giving you two a shot at all this fine white pussy we going be
getting saves the man a few million than you boys is going to be having all
the pussy you want."

 "FUCK yeah, money would be sweet but if you were serious that we going to
be doing our own ho train here in WCW, than the money we get from tricking
this `Sunny' and the others will more than compensate for dropping the law
suit."

 "Yeah, well, the executives at AOL are gonna have to smile on that, and
when our hack onto the web site to upload the whole `uncensored' action of
today's main-event creates a ruckus unlike anything since the first time
little, miss Sunny became the most down loaded celebrity in the world... Well...
You can bet that we are all going to be in for some fine bonuses... both
monetarily and in the way of getting ourselves more main events with all the
other hotties around here that could be put to better use with brothers like
ourselves."

 Mark Henry, Hardbody Norris, NewJack, Swoll and Zeus all laughed at Ahmed's
eXXXplanation of how this was going to be. The niggers could scarcely wait
and they weren't going to need to. Sunny had entered the building.

***

 "Come on Chris... Lets just stop in the men's room for a moment. Even if I
can't snort, I'm sure I can suck you hard again so we could at least fuck.
Please."

 "GOD DAMN, SUNNY. Don't you ever get enough cock. Shit, you know I love you
baby and put up with all your shit, but sometimes I would swear you fuck
anything, you get so damn horny."

 "I'm no slut, Chris, for Christ's sake. I just like you. Anything I do with
the boys has always been strictly business. You know I just want us to be
happy. I resent that crack too by the way. I have my standards."

 As Chris rebuked Sunny's attempts to lure him into the john for a quicky,
the former `Skip' of the BodyDonnas, and 'No Gimmicks Needed' of ECW, had no
way to realize that he had just turned down his last offer he would ever get
to enjoy the `space mountain' magic ride that was his lovely fianc . He also
had no way to realize that one of Sunny's few standards was about to get
thrown on the floor and trampled along with her hot, white ass, cause the
two young lovers had reached their `final' destination.

***

 Kevin Sullivan and Craig Lefferts watched as Sunny and Chris approached.
The two middle-aged perverts smiled. They would have three hours before they
would need to make way for the regular pre-Nitro preparations. By that time,
the first of the edited tapes would be ready for the `Jumbo-tron' airing
during the prime time, nationwide wrestling show that night. WWF was not
going to be able to out-shock WCW this week.

 Lefferts was in charge of production for WCW. He had intentionally screwed
Russo before and knew his ass was grass if Sullivan's ploy didn't play. He
had brought in his most trusted camera and production men to get this
vidette taped. Even though he was a family man, Lefferts was glad he was
going to be manning the lead camera himself this day cause Sunny was looking
good.

 "Hi Kevin... Craig," Chris Candido was a little nervous. He wasn't sure why
management had decided to give his intended bride a second chance, but he
wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.
 "Hi Chris... Tammy. So are you kids ready to get down and dirty?" Kevin
couldn't resist the double entr e.

 "I was born ready to get down-and-dirty," Sunny suggested sleazily.

 "Okay than... Great. We have it all ready than. In the locker room are the
other boys you will be doing the program with. They already know the score,
but it is really easy. What we want the two of you to do is act like your
lost in the building and looking for your dressing room. You open the door
and the guys are going to whistle at Sunny and invite her in. You get to be
outraged and try to beat some sense in them but you will get your clock
cleaned."

 Chris listened to the script. It wasn't what he wanted to hear, but a
worker did what the booker said... It was finally SHOW TIME.

***

 "Where the `bleep' is my dressing room Chris. I'm a `bleeping' star.' Sunny
was trying to do her best `bitch' persona as had been Craig's last moment
instructions to her. She had been a little surprised that `Hard Work Bobby
Walker' had been the one to enter the locker room relaying the message to
`Harlem Heat, that production was about to roll. First, Sunny had thought
that Walker and that other one, Norris were two of the pieces of crap who
were suing WCW [Sunny didn't like frivolous lawsuits as Sable had previously
been made aware back when Sunny had offered to testify for the WWF what a
slut `Rena' truly was involving Mrs. Mero's own lawsuit.] Sunny was also
surprised [dismayed?] that she was even working with Harlem Heat.

 One thing Sunny liked less than frivolous lawsuits was having to work with
`niggers.'

 A girl had to do what a girl had to do though, so she just tried to play
her lines and not waste any of her brain power on `surprise' that Bobby
Walker had seemingly been offered an appeasement to get him back to WCW.

 "Easy honey. When I said last week that `Hard Knox Chris Candido didn't
need no `trashy' valets, they all knew that you were a star. I'm sure we
have our own private dressing room. In fact, I bet this is it..."
 Chris stopped to pose for the camera. He really was quite good at this
`wrestling.' It was too damn bad that his diminutive size had always saw him
overshadowed by the Talents AND Ability of his fianc .

***

 Inside the locker room, Mark Henry, Zeus, Swoll, New Jack, Hardbody Norris,
Derrick Dukes, Vizera, Kamala, and the IceTrain had all replaced Stevie in
the showers so as not to crowd up the battle scene. Bobby Walker was
positioned against the wall to cheap shot Chris from behind while Ahmed and
Stevie just waited, with nothing but the pearly whites of their smile to
mare the blackness of their huge naked bodies.

***

 "It better damn well be the `right' room Chris. I need to get out of these
clothes and into the shower so I can give all the fans all there the show
they want tonight, not open that damn door so I can be a star tonight."

 Chris Candido had his best `dumb-look' on his face to play up Sunny's bitch
persona but after he swung the door open, the look absolutely paled to the
new one that molded his confused facial features. Chris couldn't believe
that both the blacks were totally naked. As bizarre as it was, the dude had
to momentarily allow himself just a quick mental giggle knowing how the
sight tat greeted him would be causing poor Sunny the major willies... Sunny
really didn't like niggers.

 For just that brief instant, Chris was at a loss. Surely the scene was
ruined. He was just thinking of turning to ask Kevin or Craig what was going
on when Walker hit him from behind with the chair. The impact across the
back of Candido's skull sent the young man face first onto the floor of the
filthy locker room at the feet of the two niggers. Before he could recover
at all, Ahmed and Booker were putting a beating on his ass, and the kicks
weren't being `worked.' It was all going to be very `stiff' and `hardcore'
for Mr. Candido and his poor, unfortunate finance.

 Sunny meanwhile was in the arms of Walker. He had quickly pulled off his
own trunks when he had entered the locker to alert the others that their
party-toy had arrived. Now he had his nine inch, black erection wedged in
the crack of Sunny's `buns-of-steel,' as he put one hand over her mouth and
helped himself to a good feel of her mouthwatering `sculptured' tits.

 "What you come in here for bitch, You wanted some black meat?"

 Sunny couldn't mouth a reply to the young nigger's sarcastic taunts even if
she had a mind too. The way he was clamping down on her mouth, she was
barely able to breath or get a muffled scream going as she watched the two
naked niggers before her kick the shit out of her `lover.'

 "Come on Ahmed, damn it. You fucking damn near killed Vito in the ring with
that botched jam of yours. Surely you can make it more `real' when your
actually scripted to work hardway." Kevin Sullivan almost felt bad for
Candido as the niggers went about beating him near unconscious. It was a
damn good thing that Chris was on a per appearance contract. With the way
financial cutbacks were going, it wouldn't have been prudent to `do' him if
it would have left the company on the hook. It was really just Candido's
dumb ass luck to have got himself such a hot babe the way it all managed to
get the guy into the gears here.

 Still, the look in the girl's eyes was priceless.

 "Craig, make sure you have a camera on her face while we put the beat down
on Chris. She is absolutely going into shock and those facials are
powerful."

 "Already on it Kevin. Got Camera 2 and 8 on her face all the time." Craig
Lefferts knew his business. All those production glitches had just been to
undermine Russo and get him fired as booker. When Lefferts was producing a
`labor-of-love' the guy knew how to make sure to get the `money-shots.'

 Ahmed Johnson aimed a couple kicks at Chris's rib cage. He heard the snap
and knew he had busted the white boy's ribs. Maybe he did his kidney too
like what had happened to him back with Farooq in 1994. Ahmed was very
eXXXcited. His twelve inches made it look almost like he was standing there
on `three' legs. As fun as it was to just kick the crap out of some white
asshole that was taking Ahmed's spot on the card, he was more than ready to
get on to the real treat.

 The big nigger hocked back and took a spit down on Chris's face. Candido
was barely conscious and barely managed to flinch as the spit hit him
between the eyes. The `fight' was over and to the victor went the spoils.

 Kevin Sullivan needed to touch himself. Ahmed was a piece of shit wrestler,
but as a menacing nigger about to ruin some pure, white `angle,' the big,
black brute was beautiful.

 Ahmed walked up to Sunny and got in her face as her frantic attempts to
break free of Walker's grip were absolutely futile. She was helpless as the
nigger reached out and grabbed hold of the blonde's golden main and gave her
a yank to pull her to him.

 Sunny stumbled in her heals. With Walker letting his hold over her mouth go
lose, she managed to finally fill the air with her vocal scream.

 "CHRISSSSSSSS..."

 Ahmed cut her short with a powerful slap across the face that would have
spun her 360 and knocked her to her ass if he wasn't holding her steady with
the hair. As it was the slap knocked the spit from the gorgeous hotties
mouth and gave her the beginning's of the first [of many] bruises that would
be `coloring' her for the next several weeks after today's festivities.

 "Sunny, sunny daze are here. We going to get down on that fruit-booty of
yours bitch." Stevie couldn't talk `non-stupid' even in such a `natural'
environment for the huge nigger. Still, it wasn't his verbal,
mental-giantness that had him as a feature in the scheduled events but was
actually just the `giantness' of the fourteen inches between his own legs.

 "Hey Stevie. You want to meet our new `fan.' Seems she must have wanted to
gets to `knows' us coming in here during the shower and all. This be Tammy
Sytch and she and I go way back. Guess it is true with these white trash,
`once they go black they always come back.'"

 If Sunny was even able to recognize that Ahmed made it seem like she had
been with the nigger prior, she didn't bother to try to dispute the
falseness of the implied innuendoes. What would the point have been
considering she was about to actually have to go through the horror of
living the `truth.'

 Somewhere, in her panicked, horrified, disgusted, befuddled mind, all Sunny
could actually focus on was `why the hell wasn't anyone stopping these
filthy, disgusting niggers as they prepared to debase her?'

 Of course, everyone was doing something...

 Kevin Sullivan had unzipped. Craig Lefferts was hard himself now, but was
repositioning camera 9 to move around to guarantee a good angle for the
first `insertion' shot. The dozen or so camera and production assistants
were all trying to keep out of the way while getting as close as possible..
And the other niggers were just waiting in the shower for their cue.

 Stevie was ready to do more than just wait. He had waited too long. While
the nigger actually had a thing for that Miss Elizabeth, he had always
wanted a white valet, slave-fuck. Now He was going to get the cream of the
crop. He couldn't wait to give this white cunt a taste of his own `cream,'
any longer.

 "Suck me, you filthy piece of fruit-booty trash."

 Ahmed kept his big, black hand on the back of Sunny's blond head as he
helped his partner force the little bitch down onto her knees. She was stiff
in her attempts to hold back, but the two powerful niggers were very easy to
force the helpless sexpot onto her `duty.'

 Camera 9 had it in zoom as Sunny was speared between her lipstick coated
ruby red lips with Stevie's jungle-weapon. She was slammed deep about five
inches with the first trust of the nigger's muscular ass. All she could do
was start to choke and gag as she began to take her first face-fuck of the
day.

 Ahmed had his hand heavy on the back of Sunny's head. "SUCK THAT SUPERIOR
NIGGER COCK, YOU FILTHY WHORE. YOU GOING TO CHOKE BEFORE YOU EVEN THROAT IT?
DAMN, THAT BOYFRIEND OF YOURS MUST HAVE BEEN THE SMALLEST WHITE DICK THERE
IS. MAYBE WE SHOULD TAKE A LOOK."

 Walker had stepped back to let the main-eventers start up on Sunny. All the
niggers would go with her, but Harlem Heat got to warm things up. When Bobby
heard Ahmed start in on Chris's humiliation, the nigger decide to go over
and revive Chris a bit so that he would get to see Sunny's fate before he
took his own.

 Candido was only now beginning to stir, but having Walker reach down and
lift his head up by the hair spurred him to action. Chris tried to do a leg
sweep and Walker went down. The nigger's lawsuit had been about unfair
release, but the monkey really was useless. Ahmed would have to settle
things back down.

 Chris tried to get to his feet to brace for combat, but his busted ribs
shot mind-numbing pain to his brain that damn near was crippling. He wasn't
able to move fast enough to avoid the kick to the gut. Chris doubled over as
Ahmed grabbed him and moved in closer to slug him a half-dozen times. Chris
started to puke when Ahmed let him fall.

 Ahmed was half tempted to pick Chris back up and put him to work punking,
but he knew that the script didn't call for that. If the fan's wanted it
next time they would have to get hold of the writer at
mkarl2000@hotmail.com. For now, all the nigger did was lift up Chris's head
to force him to watch as Stevie had grabbed hold of Sunny's ears and was in
the process of having the helpless cunt `throat' him.

 "Look at that whitey. Were you going to marry that skank? Fuck, you so
tiny. Bet you ain't even 2 inches." Ahmed reached down and grabbed the back
of Chris's trunks to give them a yank. "Shit... Thought you would be hard... oh
well, you ARE tiny."

 Ahmed held Chris for a moment to let camera 6 get a close up of the dude's
small, white dick. He thought it was pathetic and actually decided that
Sunny had to actually be liking having some `real' cocks now. The bitch was
just too fine not to want the best... even if she was all `acting' for the
moment.

 Sunny was crying. She was crying and gagging and choking, and just
basically thinking she must have died and gone straight to hell. It was her
worst nightmare come true. GOD, SUNNY HATED `NIGGERS.'

 It was impossible that this was all being filmed. As horrific and repulsive
as her own ordeal was, she was frantic with worry for Chris. She just wanted
to scream at Kevin to get help and stop this obscene abomination, but with
her mouth full of nearly nine inches of thick, nigger cock, all Sunny could
do was drool and whimper as she was posed to take the final few inches down
her throat.

 Stevie wanted his balls on the bitch's chin before he gave her his shot. He
knew Sullivan wanted him to finish on her face for the Camera. The more of
his sperm he could get in her eyes, the better it would be as far as the
`after' pictures would be. While the video on the giant screens would have
those damn, annoying black `censor' dots to obscure any actual insertions,
Kevin had told the nigger that they wanted as much `after' footage as they
could film. Stevie had always cum buckets so he had been selected to go
first. Now the nigger was going to paint the white trash's face, but first
he wanted to be `ball-deep.'

 Sunny thought she would just die. The humiliation of being orally-violated
was bad enough. Having her shame filmed against her wishes was worse. The
fact that her violator was a huge-cocked, filthy nigger was almost the final
straw... But what threatened to be that last nail in her coffin was that she
just couldn't actually breath as Stevie plugged her nose in his attempts to
ram the final few inches down her throat.

 The girl had to try to throat the nigger or she would get suffocated on his
cock!

 Kevin was furiously jerking his own four inches as he watched. Maybe if he
had given it like `this' to Nancy, than that slut wouldn't have left him for
Benoit. Now that Nancy had just delivered the first child to Benoit, Kevin
had himself a mind to add the `Fallen Angle' to the list of `Woman' to be
the next to get Sunny's treatment. He was ahead of himself though. If the
little cunt went and choked to death before he could get the film he wanted
all his plans would go for not.

 "Stevie, don't snuff the bitch."

 "Just two more inches..."

 Ahmed moved up back behind Sunny and pushed the back of her head, adding
his muscle to Stevie's who was also trying to find the room to shove his
humongous cock down the girl's throat. It finally fit.

 Stevie froze up to allow the camera's to all get the shot. The sensation of
having the helpless, white trash all the way up to his balls, gagging and
damn near ready to suffocate was amazing. Her weak little arms frantically
tried to grab at the nigger's big, black ass in their useless efforts to
pull him off and allow her a breath. It was so DAMN TEMPTING to just let her
go like that.

 Still, the nigger was about to shoot, so he pulled out for the finish.

 Ahmed backed off to avoid the spray. Sunny started to gasp in her life
saving breaths the instant she had clearance. Before she could brace, the
first splurt of the thick, sticky, nigger's sperm splatted wet along the
bridge of her nose. Stevie quickly repositioned to aim directly at he eyes.
He pumped six globs of his seed and by the time he was done painting,
Sunny's pretty face, she was nearly obliterated in his scummy jizz. Sunny
had been officially `christened' nigger-style, but her `fall' had only reach
the count of two. Chapter three was yet to be told.

Here now is PART III of `Sunny Loses the First Fall.'

 `Sunny could barely see. If the blinding pain of having her hair yanked
wasn't distracting enough, the young woman had the additional complication
of being in the process of `crying her eyes out' from the situation she was
in. Sunny was being Raped. She was in the men's locker room with over a
dozen guys and at least three of them were niggers. She had just been forced
to suck cock, and her eyesight's final impediment was that she had a thick
load of sperm shot all over her face and especially into her two eyes. It
really smarted like hell.

 If Sunny could see, the sights would have just distressed her so maybe it
was a blessing. As horrific as the idea of being any more `intimate' with
these first three niggers was to the young woman, the idea that there were
nine more of the black brutes back in the showers would have been too much.
She didn't even realize they had begun to come out to check her goods as
Ahmed prepared to put her Talent's AND Assets on `display.'

 With her finance, Chris Candido having already been beaten helplessly into
submission, Sunny had no way to spare herself the humiliation as Ahmed began
the unveiling.

 There was nothing subtle about the nigger.

 He just ripped the front of her top open. The wrestling valet was braless
[have to let them nipples show] and her breasts were bared with the tearing
of the fabric. Sunny looked fantastic.

 Not that Ahmed was going to have the cultured taste to pause before
preceding to get at the bitch's skirt...

 and than Sunny was in a room full of niggers with just her heels and
panties on!

 Sunny felt like screaming again as Ahmed stood her upright and pulled her
to him. His gut would have been a problem but her tits and his dick were up
to the challenge to maintain `full-body' contact as he force a kiss to the
disgusted, white, little tease. Ahmed knew he tasted like shit to the bitch
the way she was like ice to take his tongue, but it just made the nigger
want to tongue her deeper and squeeze them ass cheeks harder as he `revved'
her up. The nigger was going to fuck Sunny, but not until he got his cue.

 Mark Henry was standing between Zeus and NewJack, watching the action when
NewJack turned to him, "Fuck, she's a damn sight better than that hag, `Mae
Old' that you are with up in New York, huh?"

 Henry just nodded his head. If he wasn't locked into that damn contract
with the McManhons, than he would come down to Atlanta permanent to be part
of this new NOD... Maybe he could organize a chapter back up in the WWF. After
all, the Rock [for all his main stream popularity] was just a nigger.
Godfather was already pimping ho's nation wide... And Henry knew that girls
like Terri, BB, and even Stephanie and Linda themselves could be black broke
easy. Yeah, it would all happen, but first he wanted himself a piece of
Sunny's hot, white ass.

 "Take those damn panties off nigger," He bellowed to speed up the action.

 Ahmed just scowled at Henery for a minute. Sure the fucking brute looked
half gorilla, but Ahmed didn't particularly like the nigger ever since he
had basically lost his spot to him in back in New York. Still, it wasn't a
time for unhappy thoughts as Ahmed was ready himself to find out whether
Sunny was `natural' or not.

 Course she dyed... but what the hell... right? I mean, this was SUNNY
fucking-gorgeous-slut, TAMMY LYNN SYTCH in all her naked glory. A blond bush
would have been real pretty but the way she was going to spend the next
couple hours with one huge nigger after the other getting busy between her
spread legs, it wasn't like the camera was going to be getting many
unobstructed shots anyhow.

 Ahmed just stood there holding the bitch out at arm's length as he gave her
the once over. "You ready to fuck, you whore?"

 "P-p-lease.. N-no. I c-can't. You can't... OHMYGODDDDD!"

 "Yes WE CAN, BITCH!"

 Eleven Camera's caught the action as a punch to the gut doubled Sunny over.
She fell to her knees like a sack of soiled clothing. She was close to
puking herself from the brutal blow, but she kept it in even as she was
forced onto her back.

 "N-no... Please. God. PLEASE... I-i'm beg-begging. OH GOD! NOOOOOOO!"

 Sunny was in such horrific disbelief as Ahmed forcibly spread her lean,
toned legs apart that she wasn't even sure if her pleadings were out loud or
just in her head. Shock was robbing her of the `realness' of the act. She
was practically paralyzed in fear. No matter how much she tried to get her
hands and feet to kick and hit at this invading animal, she seemed stuck in
cement.

 She didn't realize that Walker and Stevie where just holding her down for
Ahmed's `johnson.'

 Than she was fuller than she had ever been before.

 Despite everything, Sunny was wet. Hell, her nipples were erect too but
that might be attributed to being in a cold arena on a late-March morning.
Her wet pussy though... well, it was shameful to the girl.

 Sunny had never exactly been a prude about sex. From the first time she had
been fucked at age [beep... Sorry, but she was way too young] too her
formative pre-[beep... Again... This isn't kiddie stuff here.] days, Sunny had
been very popular with the boys. By the time she was in high school, she had
met Chris and had began to settle down. Now, seven years had passed and
while she had fucked nearly thirty guys [for her career purposes] she hadn't
been with anyone for months while trying to get herself pregnant.

 The thought started to form on the girl's mind, and the realization that
she was about to be `seeded' by this filthy nigger's potent load in her
fertile, unprotected womb started her last desperate protests.

 "Sto-stop... You-you'll get me pr-preg-preg..."

 "Is Sunny not protected from being a mommy," Ahmed laughed. "Looks like
Chris is more limp dicked than even I thought. Shit, a slut like you must be
trying for it to be off the pill so let Ahmed help you out with a shot of my
baby-making sperm. Going to knock you up, bitch."

 Sunny screamed... She screamed and she screamed and she screamed. Her final
scream was her own orgasm as the little slut succumbed to the huge, black
meat pound-fucking her fuller that she had ever take it before. Ahmed
decided to fill her at that moment so that the conception would be in the
thralls of her orgasmic bliss.

 Powerful eruption's of his potent, baby-making seed ejaculated like a
miniature geyser and sent hundreds of thousands of swimmers on their sacred
mission to seek out her unprotected egg [eggs... we can only hope] and subdue
it [them?] under utter conquest. Of course, the fateful hunt would be an
unqualified success and Ahmed jr. would enter the story nine months later
along with Ahmedrina, but that just gets ahead of ourselves. For the moment,
Sunny had just been raped and forcibly impregnated with vile, potent nigger
seed so let us reflect as the big, black buck dismounts after a kiss to
allow the camera's a brief close up as the eXXXcess sperm leaks back out and
begins to puddle at Sunny's ass on the scummy locker-room floor.

 A rambunctious applause is cheered by all except for Sunny herself as she
is successfully impregnated. Of course, there would still be a couple weeks
of monitoring the situation and waiting for the little, piece of white trash
to start getting her morning sickness and before her belly started to
balloon, but there was no real doubt in anyone's minds. It made Sullivan
happy again that she had no contract yet so the company wouldn't be on the
hook for maternity expenses. The bosses were just going to love him.

 Chris Candido hadn't joined the cheer either. He had been forced to listen
as his lover's groans of pain had clearly become moans of sex. The `crybaby'
actually earned the nickname as he felt the profound sadness of his love's
ultimate betrayal as she conceived from another man's cock. It was to be the
last thing Chris would ever feel.

 Sunny was told to look at where Kamala was about to drive his spear home
[no, the other type of jungle spear.] The nearly fifty-year old, 6'8", 360+
pounder let out his best animalistic scream as he dispatched Chris for the
camera.

 The scene was absolutely horrific but it was far from over. Hard Work Bobby
Walker was going to go next with Sunny. As he had been instructed, he
grabbed the girl and dragged her over to where Chris lay gasping his last
few breaths. The punks dying thrashing would provide the motion to ride
Sunny to her second orgasm of the day. Sometime just after Chris expired,
Sunny took her second load of baby-making seed into her pussy. Truth was she
would never know who the babies would be from.

 New Jack was the next to get her pussy. He was joined by Mark Henry as the
niggers `Oreod' Sunny in a sandwich. Mark went hard up her tight, white
asshole, but he was so big she didn't take it without needing to be made
bigger, herself. She just screamed as the two niggers squished her hot,
curvy body between them as they sadistically raped her.

 Sunny's screams annoyed Sullivan enough that he had Kamala get down to
silence the bitch with a cock-gag. Considering the belly on the African
savage, it was a damn good thing he was fourteen inches or he would have had
a hard time getting into Sunny's mouth as part of the triple penetration.

 Sunny had over three feet of potent, nigger man meet rammed into all three
of her sexy holes. She was truly one fucked slut.

 Mark Henry nearly blew her ass open when the 400 pounder rocketed his jizz
deep into her bowels. New Jack sent his swimmers into the hunt to see if
there was still an egg or two left all unprotected to be conquered and
fertilized. Kamala waited for the two to dismount from Sunny, before he laid
onto the floor himself and told her `Get up on me bitch and ride my big
nigger cock."

[yeah he could really talk... Sorry to break the illusion.]

 Sunny was going to straddle Kamala breasts to breasts, but Vizera stopped
her and told her to sit her ass down on Kamala's dick. At more than 500
pounds, Vizera was the biggest nigger in the group. His cock fit his size.
It was damn near bigger than Chris's legs had been. Just having Vizera lay
that fat, freaky-eyed, ugly carcass of his onto Sunny would threaten to
crush her, but to take a cock that had to be better than 8 inches in
diameter and over a foot-and-a-half long would be the end of her.

 Sunny prepared for the end and it was almost there as She sat with Kamala's
fourteen in her ass and Vizera's eighteen in her cunt. To get to the magic
four feet of cock in her all at once, it would be Zeus that needed to get at
Sunny's mouth.

 It didn't make for much of a pretty picture but having those three
humongous niggers all pancaking one little white girl pretty much had the
whole production team shoot their wads. Surprisingly [or not] the niggers
all had far more stamina than was anticipated. Other wrestlers would soon be
at the arena, and Sullivan didn't want any rumors on the net to prepare
every other woman in the company of what would be done to them soon... [so
very soon.]

 Sunny was passed out from the intensity of taking four feet of nigger cock
and nearly 1400 hundred pounds of ugly nigger body in her most recent fuck.
She wasn't aware that she was being packed off by Icetrain, Norris, and a
couple of the other niggers who hadn't had her yet. She would be taken back
to Sullivan's dungeon where she would be kept until she was first, confirmed
pregnant, and than secondly, had delivered. Sullivan hadn't known that phase
two of his master long-term booking to create a whole new roster of
second-generation stars for WCW from the wombs of the hot valets would have
started so soon but it was definitely a bonus.

 For just a moment, he considered using Chris's carcass as a skit-prop with
Jim Duggan for trash pick up, but that was a Russo idea. Once the footage
had aired at 855 PM, and Raw had got it's 0 rating in it's first hour as
everyone waited to see what else would be done to Sunny, Russo wouldn't
never again be a threat to Sullivan. The new Nation Of Domination was here
to stay and the only question would be who would be the next victim for
Tuesday's Thunder taping.

Votes can be sent to mkarl2000@hotmail.com

I am also interested if fans of wrestling fiction would prefer something
nicer. Suggestions are welcome but I write mostly rape themes, so my stories
never get too nice... For a list of sites where the rest of my 60+ stories can
mostly be found, just ask... And if you want to send me some hate mail, I
respect that too.

Until next time,
Keep the faith,
Mkarl
March 27/2000

Kimberly Page Is Taken In The Second `Fall' part a:
A NATION OF DOMINATION revival
By the booking team of mkarl and [the depraved canuck]

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DISCLAIMER and *WARNING!!!*
Several of the characters and/or entity groups dealt within the context of
this `fantasy' presentation are trademarked or otherwise the property of
either the WWF or the WCW.   Many of the characteristic traits attributed to
the parties parodied are obvious exaggerations and are not necessarily
anything more than this author's idea of humor.  No intentional personal
disrespect is intended as I actually don't write about anyone I don't really
like.  The author will make no profit off the creation and presentation of
this parody other than the self-pleasure of the writing process itself.  The
story is intentionally designed to be as controversial and offensive as I
can make it, while still telling what I hope will be considered the pinnacle
of WOW themed erotica.  Anyone expressly prohibited by the standards and/or
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[May contain: M+/F+, F/F, Beast/Female, RAPE, Racist imagery, forced
impregnation, extreme violence and/or snuff, and wrestling parody]


Now for the story...

 Kevin Sullivan was not a happy man.  It turned out that he had forgotten
that WCW had planned to make the March 27/2000 edition of Nitro some sort of
lame ass `spring breakout' special and broadcast it all at the beach.  As a
result, his intention to save his job by beating the new team of Eric
Bischoff and Vince Russo to the punch by putting more T and A on the show
than they would ever have dreamed of had all backfired.

 The footage that Sullivan had arranged to be filmed, of `Sunny' Tammy Lynn
Sytch being sadistically and savagely gang-raped by every nigger wrestler he
could get in contact with, had not been aired.  Since it hadn't been aired,
it hadn't spiked the ratings and now Sullivan was out on his ass as WCW
planned a new angle where Bischoff and Russo would `feud' for creative
control.

 Sure it sounded a thousand times better than anything Sullivan or his
lackeys had managed in their month and a half at the top, but it still
pissed Sullivan off.

 Hell, the first thing that Biscoff had done was parade that slut, Kimberly
Page, `the diamond doll' right out into the ring in the sleaziest little
outfit...

 Well, if Kim was going to bare it for Biscoff, than she could damn well
`bare it all' for Sullivan.  The angry little man reached for the phone.

***

 Sunny was a mess.  Her face was bruised.  Her makeup had long since been
washed from her face by her tears.  She couldn't believe her fianc , Chris
Candido was dead.  He had been murdered right in front of her while she had
been raped for the `sick enjoyment' of the wrestling audience.

 What had she ever done to deserve this?  [Besides be just about the hottest
babe ever to walk the face of the planet, I mean.]

 Sunny's ordeal had began the previous afternoon when she had thought she
was going to be joining WCW.  Little had she realized that she was actually
just going to becoming a lifelong nigger's sexslave and whore in Ahmed
Johnson's new Nation Of Domination.

 As it rolled around to 230 p.m. mountain time, on Tuesday, March 28 of
2000, Sunny had been continuously raped in her mouth, cunt, and ass for more
than 24 straight hours.  Needless to say that she was barely aware of it as
Swoll brought the cell phone over to Ahmed who was busy riding Sunny's
formally tight ass hole with his, long black cock buried into her to the
balls,

 "Ahmed here."

 At the other end of the phone was Kevin Sullivan, "We screwed up, Johnson,
the footage of Sunny didn't make it on Nitro last night.  We are going to
have to act fast to fix things before those assholes Russo and Bischoff can
cement power.  They are already positioning Page's bitch to center stage so
I want you to drop by the Thunder tapings tonight and snatch the bitch up."

 Ahmed liked Kimberly Page.  The fact she was actually a married woman made
it extra-sacradelicious to imagine slaving her to his nigger cock.

 "Okay, where is this taping going down?"

 Ahmed listened to Sullivan tell him five times as the nigger tried to
comprehend but WCW was so disorganized that in the end, the black man had to
hand the phone back to Swoll to go write down the name of the city.  Didn't
matter much to Ahmed, as he was more interested in finishing raping Sunny's
white ass.  It was his fifth fuck with her.  Between the other eleven
niggers that had raped her during the night, and that detour to the
nightclubs, she had been fucked by over thirty different cocks and had taken
over one hundred `nigger' cumshots onto or into her body.  She was about at
the limit to what even an ultra-slut like her could take.  Still, at least
she was finally `satisfied.'

 Ahmed slammed it as hard up Sunny's ass as he could and filled her with his
final load of his thick nigger sperm of the day.  If he was going to be
needing to do Kimberly Page in a few hours, he really would need to rest for
a while.

 "Going to sleep now, cunt.  When we wake up, we will be finding you a
`playmate' to join our party.  Bet you will like her."

 Sunny passed out from eXXXhaustion as Ahmed Johnson just fell asleep with
his half-hard cock still up her ass.

***

 Kimberly Page was excited to be back `working.'  Her husband Dallas had
been off with a back injury for the past couple months and since the mutiny
against her by those ungrateful little cunts in the Nitro Girls, Kim had no
roll in the company when Dallas wasn't working.

 Normally, it would have been okay to have some time off with her husband,
as the wrestling lifestyle was hard on a marriage, and some quality time
together should have been so nice.  Unfortunately, with his back injury and
the medication, Dallas wasn't the only one not working... His little man was
on the limp too.

 Kimberly was so horny.  She had barely managed to wait until getting to the
show to find Buff Bagwell.  She was scheduled for the first on air segment,
but she needed a `penis'-cilan injection in the worst way.  She always loved
to walk that aisle dripping cum from her unfaithful pussy.

 Dallas Page knew his wife was a whore.  Hell, that was why he had
originally married her when he had met her turning tricks in the bar he once
managed.  Kim was a great fuck, and the ambitious Page had rode her ass to
the top so to speak.  Actually it had been Eric Bischoff who had been riding
Kim's ass while Dallas had received his push.  Dallas let Kim take all the
cock he needed to get himself over, but he had two rules.  Never take it in
the pussy, and never fuck anyone below him on the card.  After all, as far
as Page was concerned the world revolved entirely around himself.

***

 The 5'10" statuesque brunette had spent the previous night with Buff's
stuff.  Than she had dropped by to pay her respects to Eric Bischoff and
Vince Russo.  They might be playing competitors in the story line but they
had sure teamed up to put a DP on the curvaceous beauty.  By the time she
got back to Dallas, it had been nearly four in the morning, but Kim was
still horny.  She had tried to get her husband `up,' but had just been
frustrated `one more time.'

 It was now at the Thunder tapings.  Kim had performed her duties and was
returning to the girl's dressing room.  She opened the door and there on the
floor were Daphne and Miss Elizabeth.  Both woman were naked, bound and were
being gagged with big black cocks in their mouths.  Their pussies and/or
assholes were also being filled.  Derrick Dukes and Iceman King Parsons were
actually double teaming Daphne while IceTrain was keeping her from getting
off one of her screams.  Miss Elizabeth was being kept quiet sucking off
Farooq while Bradshaw was fucking her ass.  [yeah, he's not a `nigger,' but
he does have a big cock and likes to put it up fine asses like Miss
Elizabeth's.]

 Kimberly was about to scream when Ahmed moved up from behind and put his
hand over her mouth.

 "Don't be stupid you cunt, and you won't get hurt... much.  Time for you to
join the party."

 Kimberly was in shock.  She had been planning to sneak away from Dallas to
go see Buff again, but there was a big difference between being a total slut
and getting brutally gang-raped.  There was just nothing she could do as the
powerful nigger tore her skimpy little outfit off.

 As `the diamond doll' hit the floor of the filthy changing room, naked...
She just caught a glimpse around the room.  She saw that a couple of the
Nitro girls were over closer to the showers. One of them was hung up by her
neck and wasn't moving.  The other was being savaged with three more black
cocks.  One of those new NWO girls... it looked like the blond one was, also
in on this locker room gang-rape.

 A member of the WCW security staff must have tried to interfere in the
`fun,' cause he lay sprawled lifeless just a few feet from where Kimberly
was now on her back.  She wanted to scream but terror took her voice before
she made it.  She was going to be raped.

***

 Things were going pretty good for Ahmed Johnson.  He had managed to get
some boys together and they had found the Thunder tapings easily enough.  He
was suppose to abduct Kimberly Page after she had filmed her part of the
show and than smuggle her back to the hotel where Craig Lefferts and the
production team would drop by to film a little movie later with Sunny and a
dog.  WWF had their `G-TV' and their `Val Venus home movies,' but WCW was
about to up the ante big time.

 When Ahmed had arrived at the arena, he was horny.  Hell all the niggers
were.  Some like his old fucking buddy, `Farooq' Ron Simmons of the WWF
hadn't had themselves a go when Sunny had been taken.  No one wanted to
wait, and when Bradshaw had offhanded a comment that Liz still had a nice
ass for such an old bitch, everyone had decided to see if they couldn't have
some fun waiting for Kimberly.

 Elizabeth hadn't realized she was going to be raped, and had unwittingly
led the gang back to the woman's locker room.  Before she knew it she was on
the floor.  Several punches to her head made her agreeable and the fuck was
on.

 David Flair and Daphne had come along.  Actually Daphne had entered and
managed a scream before she was being punched half unconscious and gagged
quiet with cock.  David and a second security guy had unfortunately heard
the commotion.

 A few of the other girls had returned to the locker room since.  Now there
were seven of the bitches counting Kim.  That bitch, Chae had tried to bite
so she had been dealt with as a lesson to the others.  Sullivan wouldn't be
happy, but fuck him.  Ahmed preferred the pure white cunts anyhow.

 He knew he should just take Kim and the others out while the getting was
good, but he had patiently waited to make sure he got her, and now he needed
a fuck before he kidnapped Kim off to her lifelong sentence as a new
`nigger's ho.'

***

 Kimberly tried frantically to understand what was going on.  It didn't take
a rocket scientist to realize she had been brutally attacked the instant she
had walked into the girl's changing room.  Being grabbed from behind, she
hadn't been aware at first who was yanking her hair back and was roughly
pulling her around to slam her face first into the concrete wall.  A strong,
powerful arm had rammed her into the wall twice to daze her.  She had been
spun around just in time to catch a dark blur as a hand came up across her
face.

 It was that new one... `Big T.'  Kimberly didn't like niggers.  It wasn't
about what Kimberly Page liked though.

 Everything was happening so fast.  Ahmed had dazed Kim senseless with the
brutal blitz of the attack.  She hadn't even managed a scream before the big
man had his one hand over her mouth and the other feeling up the front of
her top to get at her big tits.  Kimberly was as helpless as a rag doll.

 Another yank to the hair and a twist of her arm pushed her back up against
the wall.  She heard the nigger tell her that she was dead if she made a
sound.  It was like a scene out of a horror movie for the hapless ex-leader
of the Nitro Girls.  She was stripped to her stocking and shoes in no time
and was than sent to the floor with the same disregard as her skirt and
panties.  She had managed to catch just the briefest glimpses of what all
was going on around her.  It seemed as every black wrestler in the business
was in the showers and at least a half-dozen of the girls were in various
stages of sexual assault.  Miss Elizabeth was the closest to where Kim was
and she was getting it doggy style up the ass.  Kimberly could also see that
Daphne wasn't able to be screaming as she was being `silence-gagged' with
Vizera's impossibly huge cock jammed down her throat.

 It looked like Baby and Chiquita were also being raped as well as one of
the NWO girls and Sherri Martel... Worst of all and most horrifying was that
Chae was hanging there from the roof and the girl looked like she wasn't
breathing.

 A few guys also looked like they had been `dealt' with.  Kimberly Page
didn't want to be hurt.

 "P-pleaseeeee..." She started to beg, through trembling lips.  She tried to
look through her tear filled eyes at the big man stripping down above her to
see if he had any mercy for her, but all she saw was his huge, twelve inch,
black cock aimed at her face.

 "You're going to suck me, cunt."

 Kimberly didn't like it.  Sure she was loose, but this was rape... [and
Ahmed was not her idea of a desirable date.]  Kim started to gag as she was
forced to start sucking cock like a total white-trash ho.

 "That's it bitch... Don't gag.  I'm bigger than Dallas, huh slut?"

 Ahmed was bigger than Dallas Page.  He was bigger than Buff.  He was bigger
than Hogan, or Nash, or Bischoff.  In fact Ahmed was bigger than everyone
Kim had been with the entire week except for Russo... [the cocky bastard
just has to have balls, to be able to take 'sole 'credit for WWF, despite
the fact it's better now than when he was there!]

 Kimberly was soon drooling out of both corners of her slut mouth as she was
callously throat fucked by Ahmed's full twelve inches ball-deep all the way.
Kim tried to push away at the big, powerful black man but all she could do
was kneel submissively at his feet and suck cock until  he satisfied his
filthy desires and let her have an oral blast.

 Kim felt so ashamed.

 While she had sucked, Mona had enter the girl's locker room too, only to be
met by Stevie and Swoll.  She had tried a quick drop kick but had been
quickly slammed over a bench.  The petite blond now had one cock up her ass
and the other in her mouth.

 Kimberly tried to catch her breath as she looked around.  She saw it was
the big-titted blond on the NWO girls that was the one now with Ice Train
and Zeus.  Kim wasn't sure what the girls name was, but it looked horrific
that the girl was sandwiched with Ice Train in her cunt and Zeus up her ass.
Miss Elizabeth now had Farooq in her ass and the cum all over her face
seemed to indicate Bradshaw had shot while Kim was busy sucking cock.

 It was all so hopeless... Kim felt the despair rising when Ahmed reached
down with the chloroform soaked rag.  We need you relaxed for traveling
bitch...

***

 Kimberly Page was in serious trouble.  The naked wife of Diamond Dallas
Page knew it.  What she didn't know is where she was...

 The gorgeous, statuesque, ex-leader of the Nitro girls had been unconscious
as Ahmed Johnson had spirited her out of the Houston arena and began her
journey to her new home.  She hadn't even been able to kiss her hubby
good-bye as she had been too busy back at the arena just sucking black cock,
once she had unwittingly enter the horrific gang-rape scene in the girls
locker room.

 Kim still had the taste in her mouth.  She wanted to spit but her panties
where in her mouth to gag her quiet.

 She had to escape.  There was no telling what these niggers wanted to do to
her [okay, it was pretty obvious considering she was beautiful, naked, and
had already been orally assaulted, but forgive me for trying to build the
eXXXcited atmosphere back up.]

 The diamond doll tried to pull her hands free.  The ropes around her wrists
were so tight that they bit into her skin and cut off her blood flow.  She
wasn't sure how long she had been `out' or where she was, but she quickly
realized that she wasn't about to escape... ANYTHING!

 Then it was time to drive the point home.

 "Your awake, bitch... good.  The guys have been getting horny."

 The door had opened and a young looking, fairly muscular black man had
entered.  Kim thought she remembered him as that Saturday night loser that
was suing WCW... Hardcock Walker or Norris or something.  Kim didn't pay
much attention to `THEM.'

 "Mmmghhp."

 Her panty gag was fairly limiting in terms of snappy banter exchange.

 "We got the cameras set up in the studio, ho.  You gets to be a movie star
today.  If those perv fan-boys will jones for some lame ass `fakes' wait to
they see the real thing at WWW.DontYouWish.com/"

 Kim didn't `wish.'  The way this filthy animal was looking at her made her
feel so naked... so vulnerable... so DIRTY.  The fact she was naked,
vulnerable, and a dirty girl probably contributed to the helpless valet's
feelings too, but certainly the main thing on her mind was just what the
hell was in store for her next.

 `HELL' was exactly what was in store for poor Kimberly Page.

 `Hardon' or `Hardcock' or whatever the nigger's name was, dragged her by
her long, sexy, brunette hair.  She was skidded along the filthy floor, out
of the room she had awoken in and down a hallway.  She heard several excited
voices down towards the end.

 It was a fairly large room.  Several cameras had been set up and all aimed
towards where a large bed had been set up.  Kim thought many of the guys
running the cameras looked familiar... Like she had seen them at Nitro
shows.  The guy shouting instructions was definitely familiar.  It was Craig
Lefferts, the useless director of production for WCW television.  Kim wanted
to beg him to help her, but she was still gagged quiet with her panties.

 She looked to the bed.  On it were three more niggers and a beautiful blond
girl.  It was Sunny.  Kim had never met the girl, but she couldn't help but
feel instantly sad for her.  Sunny was crying tears down her face while she
took the three black brutes on.  Sunny was sucking Stevie Ray off, while
that bald headed freak from that Hulk Hogan movie was underneath her and was
impaling her cunt with his big African spear.  Kim could barely see the
pussy penetration as that huge ape from the WWF [Mark Henry] was up on
Sunny's hot white ass.

 They were all being very vocal and telling Sunny what a whore she was and
to `take it, bitch.'  Like she had any choice.

 Kim felt sick to her stomach.

 She saw Kevin Sullivan approaching her.

 "Well, well, well Kimberly Page.  Glad you could come to our little `party'
here.  You were a very wicked girl at Spring Breakout honey.  Walking out
and showing that mouthwatering body...  It's just the type of T&A that will
help those assholes take my job.  Thing is that Russo can try all he wants
to show you to the little pervs at home, but what they want is to see you go
that next step.  It's time to trump Eric and Vince, cause I am going to have
all their pretty bimbos get themselves all filthied and than lets see who is
the `hero' and who ends up out of their ass."

 It was fucking crazy.  Kevin Sullivan was saying that she was being raped
for ratings?  For fucking, god damn ratings?  Surely it had to be about
more.  Were wrestling ratings really worth  the nightmare back in the girls
locker room... the humiliation of each and every woman in wrestling being
sadistically beaten, raped, and even...

 Kim couldn't even bring herself to remembering poor Chae.  Of course, the
answer to her frantic disbelief is that of course the ratings were well
worth her being raped for our enjoyment... and everything else too.

 On the bed, Sunny was being finished.  She had been raped for almost seven
hours straight.  She had previously been raped for over twenty-four hours
straight.  It was amazing she could still move.  She took Henry's shot up
her ass.  When the nigger finished and pulled his humongous cock out of her
ass, she barely realized the release as she was so use to another cock just
getting slammed in to replace anyone who had `finished.'

 "FRUIT BOOTY, FRUIT BOOTY!"  Stevie pulled Sunny tight to make sure she
wouldn't waste a drop.  "Swallow it, you fucking fruit booty bitch."

 Sunny was getting very used to the taste.

 Zeus was now able to really bounce the petite little blond.  He was so BIG
that he looked like he was close to breaking Sunny in two.  He rolled the
gorgeous hottie over and began to slam fuck her for the cameras.  [For the
purpose of the movie, it was being acted that this was Sunny's actual
breeding.]

 Zeus called upon all of his amazing `acting' skills displayed in the
amazing `No Holds Barred' to get out his lines.

 "You ready to get my superior nigga seed in that sunny little pussy, bitch.
You white girl and me black man are going have a baby.  I'm going to knock
that fertile, unprotected wrestling, cunt up with my superior, potent,
baby-seed and we is gonna grow us the future world champion."

 It was tacky and very `old school,' but Sullivan was booking so what do you
expect?

 Zeus started gushing his super-soaking into Sunny's womb before pulling out
to prove to the camera that she had indeed been spermed.  He picked her up
off the bed with one hand around each ankle and spread Sunny like a wishbone
to let the camera get a look at her spread pussy lips to see that she was
`filled' with the baby-making juice.

 Everyone clapped and cheered.

 Sullivan who had been forcing Kimberly Page to watch turned to the girl and
smile... You ready to go next?

 Kim just screamed into her panty gag.

Sorry wrestling fans... Time constraints are going to make it impossible to
get that bell rung before this Monday.  The good thing is that the idiot
Sullivan has forgotten that there is no `live' show on the 3rd of April.

I will try to finish Kim up with her ganging by Tuesday... That will give
Sullivan time to realize that he needs his own spectacular on the 10th to
get back the book.  Look for Spice, Leone Meow [spell?] And the legged
wonder, Miss Hancock to enter the story line.  Also in part b, Sunny and Kim
get to do it `doggy' style.  [not with the road dog...]

I love the feedback I've gotten so far.  It means a lot.  I always factor
fan requests into my stories.  Anyone wishing to help me book these bimbo
bombshells can send suggestions to mkarl2000@hotmail.com

In the meantime, and in-between time, that's it.  Another addition of mkarl
WOW productions...
Saturday, April 1. 2000

Kimberly Page Is Taken In The Second `Fall' part b:
A NATION OF DOMINATION revival
By the booking team of mkarl and [the depraved canuck]

When last we left our heroes, they were just about to get down and nasty
with Kimberly Page.  For the complete recap, read part a first, but since
this is a sex story, you probably can get into the story immediately without
worrying about anything else if this is all you have.

 Kimberly Page wanted to wake up.  It had to be a nightmare. It just had to
be.  She was a celebrity...  Things like this never happened to
celebrities... did they?

 She wanted to try to explain that it was all a mistake.  She didn't deserve
what was happening to her.  She wanted so desperately just to get away... To
find her way back to her husband Dallas, and to never have anything at all
to do with these other wrestlers ever again.

 Of course, she wasn't about to be allowed to go anywhere just yet, cause
she had just got to the party.

 The superstar valet, "Sunny" Tamara Lynn Sycth had just been on the bed.
The amazingly gorgeous blond had been getting gang-fucked in all her sexy
holes when Kim had been brought into the room.  As sorry as Kim felt for the
hapless Sunny, there was nothing the brunette could do but stand there in
shock while she watched the three black wrestlers use and abuse Sunny until
they had satisfied all their filthy desires with the girl.

 Sunny was a fucking mess.  Her once pretty face was just one big bruise.
An obscene tattoo claiming that she was the property of niggers only was on
her ass.  It would make it difficult the next time the girl wanted to get
her bare ass paddled on national TV.

 If there was ever going to be a next time.

 These animals who have captured the two girls had already killed.  Sunny
had been forced to watch her own fianc  be killed right in front of her.
Kimberly was sure that they had killed some security personnel back at the
Houston arena when she had been kidnapped.  They also probably killed all
the girls that had been gang-raped in the dressing room back at the Thunder
tapings.

 Kim didn't want to die.

 Kimberly Page was crying and just shivering as she watched the humongous
nigger, Zeus grab Sunny by the hair and drag her from the bed.  She
desperately wanted anyone to be her friend and tell all these other men that
there had been some sort of horrible mistake...  that she was a good girl
and didn't deserve this... that she should be saved!

 Kevin Sullivan looked at his booking sheet.

 "Okay you grunts.  We need to get this shot.  I want Vincent to go first
with Kim.  Make sure we get some good oral with her.  You cum lots so really
soak her.  You get the bonus if you can get it in her eyes."

 The `birdman' Koko B Ware was standing next to `Vincent' Mike Jones when he
drew the curtain jerker.  The birdman turned and high-fived the nigger for
drawing the prime tag in this `royal rumble.'

 "Okay, keep it down.  You guys all get jobs if we pull this off, so listen
up.  After Vincent, I want Miller, Shaska Whatley and..."

 Sullivan's words were lost to Kim.  The girl couldn't believe that her
brutal rape was being `booked' right in front of her.  These men were
listening to instructions as to how they were suppose to beat her and
humiliate her in ways beyond her imagination, and all they were doing was
standing around jerking their cocks like a bunch of animals.  No one was
going to help Kim.  She was going to have to `do it' all herself.

 No one was holding her.  Even though her arms were tied behind her back and
she was completely naked, Kim tried to turn and start to run.  She was only
a few feet from the door.  She never made it.

 "Hey girlfriend, Don't run out on Vincent yet."

 The man who was an embodiment of the wrestling joke had grabbed a handful
of Kim's long, dark hair to stop her retreat.  He quickly pulled the
curvaceous bombshell to him and took a healthy feel of her big tits.  Kim
wanted to get his black hands off her, but Vincent wasn't to be denied.

 He had put up with a lot.  Serving as `the million dollar man's' `SLAVE,'
and than as the NWO's lackey, the man who had once had a promising future on
the indy scene as Soultrain Jones, was due some payback.  It was going to be
his biggest match-up ever as he got to go first with Kimberly Page in front
of the cameras.

 "Time to give your `fans' what they want, sweetheart," Vincent laughed as
he started Kim to the bed.

 "Untie her.  Let her fight, but beat the bitch.  Let's really play up the
racial thing too.  We're playing to the lowest common denominator here to
compete with Russo so nothing is going to far.  Most of all, have fun guys.
Remember this is wrestling."

 With the pep talk complete, it was time to rumble.

 Vincent pushed Kim onto the bed and pounced on the helpless honey with the
camera's rolling.

 "Dallas ain't around, Kimberly.  By the time we let you go, you are going
to be a true `nigger-lover.'

 Kim was rolled over onto her belly so Vincent could get at the ropes
binding her hands together behind her back.  When Kim was `freed,' she
started to fight.

 Vincent grabbed her hair and banged her face into the head board.  He
pulled back and gave her a second shot.  The nigger rolled Kim over and let
her have it with a slap across the face.  It was beautiful TV.

 "You want to scream?  You want those panties out of your mouth so you can
scream for me slut?  You want to beg Dallas for help.  The new Nation is
getting him right now.  Maybe we will let him come watch little `Kim' suck
my big, black cock."

 Kim was so terrified.  She knew Dallas could never forgive her if he saw
her with these filthy animals.  As Vincent cut away the tape holding Kim's
panties gagged into her mouth, she was finally able to verbally beg these
fucking animals for mercy.

 "P-please, oh god... Why?  Why are you doing this to me?  Please l-let me
go."

 "L-let y-yo g-go?  Hell bitch, no one has even come yet?"  It was a very
`cliche' joke and  indicative of why Vincent never got to cut a promo.

 It did kind of seem mean though, considering just how poor little Kim was
looking like the last thing in the world that she needed was someone making
fun of her just as she was about to be raped.

 "Suck my cock now, you whore."

 Vincent reached down and unbuckled his belt.  Kim continued to protest and
plead right up to when the shaved-headed nigger finally got `it' out and
shoved `it' in.

 "All right, camera three zoom in," Craig Lefferts knew he had Emmy award
winning material here and he wanted t o get it all.

 "Feed her that licorice sausage, Vincent," laughed Hardbody Norris.
Dropping the suit would be worth it if WCW kept giving him and Bobby such
hot babes as the diamond doll to satisfy their frustrations with.

 Kimberly page just sucked cock.  The girl had sucked a lot of cock.
Normally, she was such a very good cocksucker, but even her previous go with
Ahmed Johnson couldn't let her overcome her natural aversion towards
niggers.  Kim started to gag.

 "That's it, gag her.  Tell her to choke on your filthy animal cock."
Sullivan wasn't particularly racist himself, but he knew his audience.

 Vincent knew who would be signing the paychecks too.

 "Suck me, bitch.  You filthy whore.  Suck my nigger cock.  Tell me it's
better than your honkey-assed husbands."

 Kim felt Vincent yank her hair back hard.  She was a lover, not a
fighter... Kim had to comply.

 "Yes, you're bigger than Dallas.  Your black cock is better than Dallas's.
Mggghhp Sluuuuuurppppp!"
 "That's it, suck my dark chocolate cock."

 It was a scene of serene tranquility despite the obvious implied violence
and hostility at the act.  With Kim held in place securely by the hair, she
had no choice but to just suck passively on Vincent's long, black cock.  She
gagged and choked, but nowhere near violently enough that she was ever in
danger of losing her breath.  She knew how to suck too good for that.

 Kim breathed through her nose as she had her mouth filled with the big,
black cock.

 "Gonna cum... Get those camera's ready for the money shot," Vincent
excitedly exclaimed.  Then the nigger started to shoot.

 He left it in to give Kim a taste.

 Kimberly Page's eyes opened wide as she took her second taste of pungent
nigger's sperm in less than a day.  It really didn't taste any different
than white man's cum but for all that Kimberly normally enjoyed sucking
cock, she had never been particularly found of taking it in the mouth.  It
just always seemed so damn degrading to the woman, and it wasn't her
`cup-of-tea' either... so to speak.

 Luckily [?} Kimberly wasn't going to have to swallow Vincent's whole load.

 The nigger may not have been that charismatic in the ring, but he was a
good boy that knew how to follow directions.  Vincent pulled back and aimed
directly at the bitch's eyes...

 Long, powerful, sticky-wet eruptions of the nigger's sperm shot forth like
a miniature geyser and splash-soaked Kim's upper face with a thick,
ooey-gooey covering of spunk.  All Kim could do was squeeze her eyes shut so
the toxic baby-seed wouldn't seep in and irritate.  She felt the slimy scum
slip-sliding down the bridge of her nose.  She felt filthy and she WAS!

 Kevin Sullivan had never seen anything so beautiful [well, maybe Sunny, but
the fact was that either bitch's video would be sure to get him his job
back.  Hell, maybe he wouldn't even want the job if he just put the videos
on the net and became a millionaire with all the wrestling fanboys that
would get off on seeing their dream babes humiliated as the teasing bitches
they all were.  Yeah, Sullivan was on to something here.

 "Okay, Miller, Whatley, and Brown..."

 It was time for Kim to take her first TP.

 Ernest `the cat' Miller didn't like going in with the second stringers.  He
wasn't so sure he should even be involved in Sullivan's play.  After all,
the nigger had been able to get a job when teaching Bischoff's kid the
`facts of life.'  Bischoff had been only too happy to give the nigger a spot
in the horrific `blood runs cold' story line.  Thing was that Miller knew he
only kept the job as long as the little Bischoff continued to be the cat's
`bitch.'

 Than a funny thing happened.  Miller actually became watchable.  Breaking
him away from that slug Ray Lloyd `the glacier' was a great career mood.
Miller was pretty much the most effective heel in the company now next to
`Big Poppa Pump' Scott Stiener.  It was stupid to risk his spot, but Kim was
one fine piece of ass.

 Shaska `pez' Whatley was just happy to be in front of the cameras again.
After showing his true talent in the last days of the Paul Jones/'BoogyWoogy
Man' Jimmy Valiant feud, Whatley was mostly lucky that they even let him
clean up the trash in a wrestling arena these days.  Still, Kimberly Page
was one piece of white trash that this nigger was going to feel great about
`picking up.'

 Brickhouse Brown was small.  The dude was built like the proverbial `brick
shithouse,' but he was too short ever to get a go at the big leagues.  He
had worded midcard with the old World Class outfit back in Texas's heyday
and had most recently had his biggest success in Jerry Lawler's USWA.
Wrestling had taken a lot and given back little to the nigger.  It was time
for him to get some now.  {By the way, he's small in height, not length.]

 Kim was joined in bed by Brickhouse first.  The nigger laid down and his
cock stood up.  "Get up on me, bitch."

 The cat had more of a sense for good showmanship.  He knew the people at
home would want to see Kim getting abused while she was getting used.  He
quickly got into the bed and started slapping Kim around.

 "Tell us you want it you filthy piece of white trash."

 Kim's tears started to wash some of the cum from her eyes.  She was so
humiliated and ashamed of being dirtied in such a debasing manner.

 "Don't hurt me.  Please, I'll do whatever you say."

 Kimberly Page could barely see where to mount as she climbed up into
position. Brickhouse was around twelve inches, and despite everything, Kim
wasn't wet.  It was a difficult fit.

 Shaska Whatley decided to help it go smoother.  The nigger approached the
unsuspecting brunette bombshell like a stealth bomber gunning for an Iraqi
missile silo.  Kim barely had time to feel his black hands grab a squeeze
hold of her ass before he was slamming it home.  Kim had close to two feet
of rock-hard nigger cock in her two sex holes.  She could feel the cocks
threatening to rip her up as they pound-fucked her back and forth in an
obscene little Oreo-sandwiching.

 Kim was moaning and screaming in a mixture of sexual assault and moral
outrage.  She was being raped real nice but the tri-fecta hadn't quite been
completed yet.

 Ernest Miller moved up to Kim's face.  The nigger was a little sheepish.
Not only was he a little lighter skinned than the others, but his cock was
only about the size of a large white mans.  Oh well, he really wanted
Kimberly Page.

 "Suck me, you cunt or I'll karate kick your fucking teeth out."

 If Ernest couldn't compete on the size front, than he would play up the
`hard' core.

 Ernest spit on Kim's face as he started her sucking on his tool.

 Kimberly Page was being triple penetrated... One black cock was in her
mouth... And one black cock was in her cunt.. And one black cock was right
up her tight, little, white asshole.

 Most the room was jerking their cocks.  Five hours later, they were still
jerking their cocks although most of them had already fucked Kim at least
once.

 Kimberly page was a beaten, black, and bred woman.

 Kamala, Vizera, and IceTrain finished up last.  The nearly ton of niggers
squished Kim between their massive bodies until they were finished.
Kimberly had the remnants of over thirty cum shots leaking from her every
hole and coating every inch of her body... But the night wasn't over yet for
the beaten and broken bitch.  It was time for the dog.

 Sullivan wasn't sure if it was necessary but everyone seemed to want to see
it.  He had finally agreed that if the niggers gave it the extra effort to
really do the girls good, that he would allow them to breed the bitch's to a
dog at the end of the day as a reward.

 Sullivan knew the footage of Kim's and Sunny's rapes would be everything he
ever needed so he growled, `okay you ass-wipes... Good job.  Guess you all
wanted some doggy style so go fetch that slut, Sunny back here and someone
get King."

 Swoll didn't need to be told twice and neither did Hardwork Bobby Walker.
Swoll fetched Sunny while Walker went and got the girl's new boyfriend.

 Sunny was so sore she could barely move from her two days of rape.  She saw
that Kim looked no better.  Sunny was thrown onto the bed.

 "Are you okay..."

 It was a dumb question for the blond to even ask, but Ahmed didn't care to
let Kim here it anyhow.  He quickly reached out and slapped Sunny across the
back of her head.

 "Shut up bitch.  You cunts just shut the fuck up or we will kill you."

 Both girls knew that they would too.

 Walker got back with the dog.  It was a large Great Dane.  The dog may have
had human cunt before or maybe he just smelled the naked, cum-covered sluts
cause he was immediately eXXXcited.

 Walker let him jump onto the bed where the beast quickly found Sunny and
started `kissing' her mouth.  Sunny wanted to pull away but Ahmed told her
to be still and so she had to allow the dog to lick her face.

 The dog didn't seem to want to leave Kim out.  He stepped on Sunny's left
tit as e scampered over her to get to Kim.  One heavy paw stepped on Kim's
cunt as he started `kissing' the beautiful brunette.

 "Open that mouth, you whore.  Show the dog you like it,"  Ahmed menaced
her.  Kim opened her mouth.

 Both girls were horrified.  It wasn't so much that they had never fucked a
dog before [they were wrestling valets after all] but under these
circumstances?  There was only one dog and there was two girls.  Who would
be the lucky bitch?

 "Suck that dog's cock slut.  Get him ready to fuck her."

 Ahmed made the decision as he pushed Sunny down to get busy.  She was going
to suck the dog off and than Kimberly page would get it `doggy-style.'

 The fact that she was being videotaped and photographed was just awful.
When Sunny had set the Internet standard as the most downloaded celebrity
ever, she had been in a sexy swimsuit.  Now the pics would show her cute
blond head sucking a big slimy dog cock.  What would her mother say this
time?

 Sunny was still in shock from having watched her fianc  get murdered in
front of her, but she was aware enough to feel humiliated as she started to
orally service the big dog.  She reluctantly opened her mouth and began to
lick at the dog's emerging prick.  Sunny was sucking dog-cock.

 The sight was awesome.  To see such an amazingly stunning beauty as the
curvaceous Tammy Lynn Sytch, sucking on a dog's cock as his bulge begins to
swell and his clear, wet sperm starts to leak out into her mouth, is an
indescribable pleasure.  It is enough to make a fanboy cum in their pants
[panties???  Guess you girls like Sunny too.]  If only words could convey
the scene or if actual video footage could ever be viewed.

 Alas, even in such scenarios, eventually the scene would still need to end
least the dog's knot got stuck in behind her teeth to lock her in place
while the animal just spermed directly down her throat.  While this would be
amazingly hot, the dog needed to get into Kim's cunt before he was too
large.

 Kimberly Page was forced up onto all fours.  Sunny was told to help the dog
onto the naked brunette.  Sunny had to take the dog's big cock and guide it
up into Kim's cunt.

 The dog took it from there.  Kim was scratched along her thighs and waist
as the big dog dug in for traction.  He pounded his seven-inch thick knot
into Kim's cunt.  It was too big to pull back out.  Dog and human were
hungup.

 "Get her down there to lick his nuts while he sperms the cunt," Farooq
shouted.

 "Maybe the bitch is going to be having puppies," Bradshaw sleazily
suggested.

 Everyone laughed except Sunny who got down under where the big dog cock was
fucking into Kimberly.  Kim didn't laugh either.  Having a nigger baby would
be bad enough if she was fertile but puppies... she would be ruined...

And she was.

 There isn't a great way to end this story... Surfice it to say that this
isn't any lame ass `happy ever after' stories where the face's will storm
the ring at the end and run off the heels.  Sunny and Kim are going to be
getting fucked a lot more.

 What do you all think?  Trying to get this done before April 3rd of 2000
was difficult.  I know in the end, that people might be reading this on the
net in 1000 years, but for the moment it is fun to play off the actual
weekly happenings in WCW.

 Is it all worth it?  Should I try to get Torrie Wilson, Miss Hancock,
and/or Spice involved for an April 10 posting... Or has the joke run it's
course?

 I am loving this wrestling genre.  I am holding myself back on the behind
the scenes inside jokes.  Yet, I am probably losing non-wrestling fans with
the stuff I am including.  Any opinions on whether I should just go for it
and really maximize the wrestling references?

Input and feedback accepted at mkarl2000@hotmail.com

As my favorite announcer used to say when signing off from Stampede
wrestling.  In the meantime, and in-between time... That's it.  Another
addition of my `NOD' story.

Mkarl,
April 3/2000

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