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            (Wrestling parody,M+/F,racial,violent RAPE, snuff, preg)

                       [first of many volumes to follow]



          Sunny Loses the First Fall... A NATION OF DOMINATION REVIVAL
                                    By mkarl
                             Mkarl2000@hotmail.com



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 8:55 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
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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 sex slave 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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