Blake Lively vs Hannah Ferguson: Wrestling with Revenge

“Do you think they’ll sell oranges?” asked Lindsey Pelas from the passenger seat, curious and still a little hungry from the light lunch she had. Blake Lively furrowed her brow as she drove, the radio blasting her prefight hype up music ‘Fight Song” by Rachel Platten.



“I don’t think just because the fair takes place in Orange County, they’ll sell ‘em. It’s not the first thing you think of when it comes to carnival food.”



The two women drove up in Blake’s white Buick Casada to the Orange County Farm Implement Fair where, under orders from her new stable’s leader, Stephanie McMahon, Blake would fight Hannah Ferguson in a mud wrestling exhibition. This would be the first in a series of matches designed to promote Chimera in addition to their FCBA boxing matches. Blake would also face Ronda Rousey in a WWE match, and when/if she recovers, she would meet Kate Upton in the Celebrity Sexfight League. Her fourth (and possibly final) bout would be against Nadia Bjorlin in a Caribbean Slave Match.



Blake has mixed feelings about the gauntlet she’s been thrown into. On one hand, after her losing streak last year, she’s happy to have the chance to show her talents - and maybe earn some title shots. On the other hand, the only reason she got the opportunities was because Stephanie wanted to lighten Jennifer Lawrence’s workload.



Chimera’s barely out of the gate and already I’m in last place, Blake thought bitterly. She shook her head, trying to derail that depressing train of thought and focus on her driving, which was difficult considering the slightest bump in the road set Pelas’ buoyant chest jiggling. Trying to dress for the occasion, Lindsey opted for the ‘farm girl next door’ look, with cut-off jeans and a knitted yarn bikini top. She even put in extra effort putting her hair in twin braids, completing the sexy hillbilly stereotype. Blake found her friend’s appearance distracting as they bounced over a particularly badly neglected stretch of road which caused a mini-earthquake in Pelas’ 30H breasts.


Lively had opted for comfort over theme, wanting to stay focused on Hannah Ferguson. Where her sometime-mentor Charlize Theron preferred to look like she was going to an award show before her fights and intimidate her opponents through sophistication, Blake preferred to concentrate on herself and the fight - aside from the obligatorily trash talk. She was dressed in well fitting black yoga pants and a pink jog bra and packed her mud wrestling togs in a Chimera brand gym bag.



Finally arriving at the fair (Lohan’s directions were no help) they wasted 10 minutes looking for a parking spot until the lone attendant explained Hannah Ferguson shared a ride with Stephanie McMahon; who arrived in a stretch limousine, which had not only taken up all of Hannah’s allotted parking space, but also Blake's spot and Theron’s! Forced to park at the very edge of the property, Blake and Lindsey would have to walk 10 minutes just to enter the premises. Stepping out of the car with her bag in hand, Blake bounced lightly on her toes, trying to get her nerves in order. Lindsey noticed this, and jogged over, causing passerby to walk into cars after going momentarily cross-eyed.



Lindsey grabbed Blake by the shoulders. ‘‘I know you had it rough last year, and the changes to our group happened really fast, but you broke out of it! You beat Missy Peregrym. You’ve been training like hell the last few weeks. Hannah won’t know what hit her!”



Blake smiled and hugged her friend…or as much as she could with Lindsey’s gigantic rack in the way. “Thanks for the pep talk, and for helping me train. There’s not a lot of people who would volunteer to wrestle in mud multiple times to give her friend an edge.”



Pelas, showing some of the old Ginny’s Academy loyalty, had offered to train with Blake as soon as Stephanie announced Lively’s schedule at Chimera’s morning meeting. Still traumatized by Charlize’s ambush and humiliation at The Roadhouse, and the events that followed, Lindsey wanted to make sure her stablemate was as ready as possible. Blake’s trainer (a former enemy of Theron) Jennifer Lopez was also a big help, McMahon brought J-Lo in to help whip Blake back into winning shape, a task Lopez took to heart! J-Lo was a severe task master and she worked Blake to the point of exhaustion, often hitting her with a riding crop when she slowed down.



Jen didn't play favorites. She also hit Pelas' in the office whenever she bent over and reached down to pick up Lopez' stapler - which seemed to mysteriously fall off her desk whenever Lindsey walked past.



The Chimera compound had a large backyard with patches of grass, the moving-in process to the new HQ building where they managed the new stable had left the grounds in a bit of disrepair. There were rumors of a ghostly apparition and more than once Blake thought she once saw the ghost of a bedraggled red-headed woman doing landscaping at night. J-Lo made Blake and Lindsey dig a pit in the back yard, which they hosed down to create a makeshift mud wrestling area. When Blake wasn’t jogging or in the gym, she was in a string bikini, deep in mud, struggling to keep her arms around Pelas’ trim waist.



As they squirmed and wriggled in the ooze, pausing only to adjust their suits that were frequently askew, Lopez watched intently, barking corrections to Lively’s technique, or wading in to punish Blake for what she described as “a truly pathetic display.”


“If Theron ever tried that crap with me, she’d be out of the business and cleaning my floors on her hands and knees!” Lopez admonished from her perch - which at that moment was on Lively’s face. Trying to transition from a side-headlock to a Firemen’s Carry, Blake’s grip had slipped from the mud and she was crushed under Lindsey’s body.



With a huff, Lopez waded into the mud in her stylish one-piece swimsuit, grabbed Blake by her muddy blonde hair, and pulled her out from under Pelas. J-Lo dragged Lively to the edge of the mud pit, ignoring her pained protests, and before Blake could say more than “Wai...” Jennifer dropped her ageless buns on Lively’s face, moving and twerking her ass in perfect rhythm to some unheard beat. It was something she did whenever Blake made a mistake - including being so much as one minute late with J-Lo's after-training drinks.



Catherine Zeta-Jones pitched in too, recording every muddy sparring session which she would review later for strategy…or so she said! Blake never saw the footage since Catherine preferred to watch it “in private” in her apartment where, on more than one occasion, she entertained a guest, or two watching with her. Blake never understood why CZJ needed to video she and Lindsey washing off the mud, or why she needed so many close ups of Lindsey’s boobs, but Catherine was Stephanie's #2 and not bashful about using her position when it served her interests.



The long walk to the Fair grounds through the parking lot gave the two Chimera cadets time to talk strategy, wanting to take no chances experiencing humiliation again at the younger blonde’s hands. As they walked, they (Pelas more than Lively) drew attention from the fair goers. More than one walked into a parked car; several weather-worn teenage girls - and a solitary Holstein cow - ogled Lindsey’s heaving chest enviously.



Making their way to the fight area, they passed stands advertising farm equipment and wares, most of which held little interest. Being city girls, they didn’t garden, much less farm. But they walked particularly fast thru the dairy section where several old farmers gave Lindsey looks that made even Blake uncomfortable. One zaftig brunette woman gave Pelas’ breasts an evaluating gaze that made both her and Blake nervous.



They gave a start when the woman suddenly turned her milking machine on; the sucking sound so loud it could be heard over the crowd noise. Holding the vacuum cups like twin six-shooters, the dairy maid lunged at the blondes who ran away like a pair of road runners.



One large stand selling Henderson’s Hoes (we’re not afraid to get dirty) featured several scantily clad saleswomen, one of whom tried to recruit Pelas as their brand mascot… or to get her number... either way, her brazen behavior and rudeness disturbed Blake, who felt she was being ignored.



At last they reached their destination. Lively took her measure of the landscape. The mud pit was a square the size of a standard boxing ring; the wet earth light grey; the flat surface disgustingly deep and oozing. But Blake wasn’t worried. Stephanie wanted a show and she couldn't get one in waist deep in mud. At an appropriate distance were rows of folding chairs encircling the mud pit, and behind them were bleachers for the cheap seats. There were the usual concession and merch stands hawking Chimera branded products. On parallel sides were purple tents where the fighters could change, and a hose station for washing up after the fight.



The booth with the longest line was the Chimera booth where Stephanie McMahon and Charlize Theron were autographing head shots, fake title belts, victory photos - and more than one female fan’s chest. For an extra $50, Charlize would pose for a selfie with a fan. Theron also had screen shots of her in several of her iconic film roles, although she refused to autograph those showing her topless or, in one film, nude.



Both women wore smiles but Charlize was obviously uncomfortable thanks to Stephanie playing footsie with her throughout her autograph session. Subtly taking off her Miu Miu sandals, McMahon slowly rubbed her bare feet up and down Theron’s sculpted legs. Giving nothing away with her upper body, Stephanie managed to use her toes to pull down, and off, Charlize’s stockings - then her underwear. Stephanie was nothing if not bold!



“I thought Jeri was supposed to be here?” muttered Blake, unable to find her former mentor anywhere.



Lindsey, idly playing with her new pigtails, answered, “She was. But I heard she got a call about a big TV deal that could make us oodles of cash! She's talking to the producers... I guess... I dunno... Oh pooh! Who cares about her anyway! When do we wrestle, huh?”

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At the same time, downtown at KJ Entertainment Headquarters...



“MMPPPPHMWAAA!!” Was the most intelligent sound Jeri had made. She'd tried to beg, but it came out, “Pluh....plea... uhhhhh....STUP! I gib opp...cuh...cuh...can’t breed!!” Jeri gasped protests mostly muffled with her mouth and face covered by the twerking booty of Kim Kardashian as she bounced and swayed to the pounding rhythm of Nicki Minaj’s new single.



And, at the moment, Jeri Ryan had no choice but to take it. She was on her knees, wrists handcuffed behind her, the cuffs zip-tied to one leg of the conference room table; suffering in what was known in the KJ offices as a Twerknado (trademark pending).



Jeri had been in the hot seat - literally - since the moment she entered the room. Her chair was not only heated but had been deliberately placed strategically under two hot spotlights. Ryan had been sweating through her clothes minutes into the meeting as she fought in vain trying to gain the upper hand in the contract negotiation and the rest of the legal mumbo-jumbo that was totally beyond her capability - despite the many attorneys she'd played on TV.



Kourtney, Khloe, and Kim Kardashian had all arrived wearing sexy business attire and heels, but once negotiations neared their conclusion, the trio stripped off their skirts and tossed them on the conference table. Surrounding the protesting Ryan after they stripped, they tied her to the table, all turned their backs in unison and SLAMMED their asses into Jeri's head. While the brunettes did the old bump and grind to the pulsating beat, Jeri was in a Hip Hop Armenian hell! The Kardashians, whether jiggling in well-rehearsed unison like some kind of horrible sexy machine, or each moving independently, made Jeri's head react like the ball in a live action BDSM arcade pinball machine.



Sitting off to the side with her legs crossed, enjoying watching her siblings grind down Jeri Ryan’s prideful resistance to their demands, Kylie Jenner held a stopwatch as her sisters looked to her for the signal to end the Hall of Fame blonde's torment. At the other end of the table, Kendall Jenner sat at her laptop computer into which - unbeknownst to Ryan - hidden cameras in the conference room fed images her humiliation in 4K living color and hi-def sound!



Those recordings would be stored in the cloud for future use when it was time to re-negotiate the terms of the contract, or renew it on more favorable terms in a few years. Kardashian Jenner Entertainment would use it as just one of their bargaining chips… or maybe put it online for Jeri Ryan’s birthday; they hadn’t decided yet. Of course, all plans were subject to change based on Ryan's attitude at any future date.



Kylie finally clicked her stopwatch and nodded to Kendall who tapped a few keys to stop the music blasting from the ceiling speakers; the signal for Khloe and Kourtney to end the choreographed gluteous assault on Jeri's face. But Kim - in a show of petty resistance to her half-sister Kylie who'd dominated her in their last three fights - grabbed Jeri’s hair and forced her face into her ass crack and held it there another thirty seconds before squeezing her glutes on Ryan's nose and mouth so it felt like they were in a vice before letting the breathless blonde slide groggily down and fall forward on her knees with her face on the carpet; her gaping mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.



The zip tie was cut, but with her hands still cuffed, Jeri could only roll onto her side, her body twisting until one of her full breasts spilled from its lacy bra cup, her nipple hard and stiff with excitement! Jeri lay panting, chest heaving, unfocused eyes rolled back, her head lolling side-to-side as she struggled back to semi-consciousness. Ryan's pink tongue flicked her lips as drool dribbled onto the carpet while she tried in vain to get the taste of reality star ass out of her mouth.



“Congratulations, you made it to the time limit," Kim said gleefully, a hand on her cocked hip as she used one foot to lift Jeri's head as she smirked at the blonde at her feet. "Now that you agreed to our terms on distribution rights, we can start negotiating the streaming video royalties and soundtrack recording rights fee.”



Two strong arms lifted Jeri from floor and held her belly-to-belly. Jeri's eyes still couldn’t focus and she was too dizzy from lack of oxygen to stand on her own or form coherent sentences so she could do nothing but rely her would-be rescuer to support her. Long past the point of shame, Jeri nuzzled her head against her liberator's large, firm and shapely breasts!



Jeri’s heroine planted Ryan's ass on the edge of the table with a wet splat, then softly caressed her, brushing her once perfect but now sweat-matted and wildly disheveled hair from her eyes. With a solid surface under her, Jeri lay back to catch her breath and gather her wits. She was a about to thank her saviour when it occurred to her, 'She didn't uncuff my hands!'



The tell-tale click-clack of heels told Ryan her mystery savior had just climbed up onto the table top. Her eyes finally focusing, Jeri turned to look and saw the woman was standing by her head, facing her feet. Looking between the smooth, full, thick thighs of Nicki Minaj, Jeri caught a brief glimpse of the leering face of Kris Jenner as Nicki squatted and pulled Ryan's flushed face into the moist wetness of her groin and began to gyrate her hips.



While Nicki was being 'warmed up' Jeri felt someone unlock her handcuffs, then pull her backward onto her back across the table top; grasping hands pulling her arms wide apart. At the same time, other hands were grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs wide. Slowly, she was spread-eagled on the table top, her wrists and ankles stretched and tied to the four legs of the table while Nicki Minaj continued to grind on her face.



After several women's hands finished that task, they began stripping away her bra and panties, leaving her open and exposed to whatever role they had planned for her next.

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Meanwhile - back at the Orange County Implement Fair...



So far largely unnoticed by the crowds, Blake and Lindsey were headed over to the purple tent bearing her name, Blake was going over her strategy for the 83third time when... SMACK!!



“AAH!” Blake gave a start as a feminine hand reached behind her to spank her ass. After letting out a shout and a shudder, Blake whirled around sharply and reached back ready to slap the face of …





“W...wah...why? What the...?” Blake was off balance, head spinning. She always needed to mentally prep herself for any meeting with Upton or, otherwise, Kate immediately got under her skin and was able to bulldoze her both mentally and physically. In their last match, Kate forced Blake to sign a “personal services” contract in exchange for not being jugged out. That "I.O.U.", had hung over Blake like A Sword of Damocles.



“Steph thought Ferguson’s passable-but-average jugs wouldn’t bring in the big crowd she wanted, so she asked me to grace the mud pit with this bodacious bod,” Kate explained, slowly running her hands over her awesome assets; taking a subtle dig at both Hannah and Blake.



When Blake got her new lease on life, she swore one of the first things she was going to do was to confront this busty, blonde, bully and put her in her place. She'd tell Upton, "Take your contract and shove it!” Lively was fed up with being Upton’s punching bag, both verbally and physically and when the new face of Chimera was Blake Lively, all that was going to be different!



Kate’s reaction, instead of shock, anger and, maybe the respect that Blake was hoping for, was to laugh and then she inverted Lively’s breasts with a crushing Bearhug. Blake's moment of courage and spirit felt to Kate - as Upton would later describe to Jennifer Connelly at a Chimera mixer, "...was like when a newborn puppy starts barking and acting tough and some older, wiser, stronger, b*tch has to smack her down.”



Kate’s eyes did slow gaze of Lively’s body from head to toe. Then she frowned and asked cattily, “You’re not wearing THAT in the exhibition... are you?”



All during Upton’s invasion Blake had been clutching her swimsuit to her front like a security blanket, wishing for a better, more bulletproof barrier between them. Before she could protest, or even react, Kate’s hands shot out faster than light, grabbed Blake's perky breasts and crushed them in a vice like grip...then ripped her hands down the slope of her chest, stretching her boobs by the nipples before releasing them and letting them snap back!



Lively whimpered but was too slow, and by the time she could cross her arms protectively over her bosom, Kate's hands were gone. Blake stiffened and looked down… then stared at Upton in shock! Kate was holding Blake’s bikini in her hands and looking at it in obvious derision. “This can’t be what you’re wearing, is it? You’ll look like a 1920’s lifeguard.”



To Blake’s shock, horror, and amazement Kate ripped the one-piece into several pieces; her sharp manicured nails slicing through the fabric; her biceps bulging as she pulled and stretched the swimsuit until it came apart in two... three... four... five ragged, tattered pieces of shiny cloth. Then she tossed the trashed suit back over her shoulder, out the door of the tent, into a conveniently passing wheelbarrow of animal droppings the carnival staff had shoveled up after the livestock had finished generating manure for the crops.



“What the hell, Kate!” squeaked Lindsey Pelas, finally finding her voice. After their dual spanking Upton had been 100% focused on Blake - which Pelas was fine with...until Kate destroyed the bikini she and Blake had chosen after doing hours of research. Kate waved Lindsey's protest away with one hand, casually dismissing both Pelas and her protest as irrelevant.



“Oh relax. I brought a back-up bikini... just in case you infected Blake with your down home, low-class, Louisiana, bayou, taste in attire.” Kate reached into her cleavage and pulled out a tiny ball of cloth and dropped it in Lively’s shaking hand. Blake and Lindsey looked at the bikini with dread - it was small enough to fit in Lively’s palm. Kate grinned at their reaction and reassured them, "Oh, y'all don’t worry, it’ll stretch. In fact, why don’t I help you put it on!”



Kate stepped over to a cowering Lively only to collide with Pelas who swiftly stepped between them to protect Blake. Lindsey's chest slammed into Kate's tummy; Kate's breasts smushed themselves into Lindsey's face. Their bodies pressed against each other, both wanting to occupy the same space. Slowly, but inevitably, Kate began to push Lindsey back, her little feet plowing parallel furrows in the dirt floor of the tent while Kate maintained eye contact with Blake as her breasts battled Pelas' face for dominance.



After a few seconds - that must have felt days - Pelas pulled back and panted, “Wuh...we don’t need your help.... besides, Blake and I have to discuss strategy for the fight, and since you’re going to referee, it wouldn't be right for you to be here.”



Upton let out growl, unable to hide her distaste for ‘Puppies’ Pelas. 'If Lively wants to have a buxom, blonde, best (girl) friend, that should be me,' Kate thought - not for the first time.



Reluctantly, Kate gave up her contest with Lindsey and looked at Blake over Pelas’ head. Placing a finger on Lindsey’s clavicle to dismissively brush Lindsey’s left pigtail out of the way, she told Lively, “We’ll meet again after the fight Blake. I pitched some photo ideas to Stephanie for the website and she agreed with me. I hope you’re not allergic to latex… or hot wax,” Kate said with a smile that gave Blake chills. Kate was leering as she backed away from Lindsey and out of the tent with a swing of her hips, leaving the two blondes to heave sighs of relief.



They turned to each other and Blake said, “Linds, that was amazing. I was surprised you had the guts to stand up to Kate like that… and you came up with a really great excuse to get rid of her." Blake just wished she could have thought fast enough to come up with that.



“Thanks!” Pelas said cheerfully, “I’ve been watching a lot of 'Veep' to learn how to sound more intimidating for my pre- and post-fight interviews, Do think you can fight in that…that... what IS that, a Speedo?” asked Lindsay, pointing to the gaily colored dishrag in Lively’s quivering hand.



Blake looked down at the cloth, stretching and molding it with her fingers to see how durable it was. “It’ll have to do," she admitted. "I didn’t plan on the ref being an obsessed pervert. We can do this. I can do this.”



Half an hour later; Kate Upton wadded into the mud ring, smiling and waving to the crowd to whistles, catcalls, and cheers from her lustful fans. A festival staffer threw a waterproof microphone to Kate who caught it out of the air with practiced ease.



“Hello Everyone!” Kate yelled into the mike, straining to be heard over the screams. “It’s me... your Queen... the Top Model... The embodiment of human evolution, Kate Upton!!” Kate would have gone on longer, much longer, but Stephanie was already giving her the ‘wrap it up’ signal with one hand...while her other was undoing the clasp of Theron’s bra. “Coming out here first is the number 2 body, to my number 1... the blonde brawler, Hannah ‘I’m Into Spanking’ Ferguson!!”



Music from a small Texas rock band playing over the speakers as Hannah came out, pausing to high-five fans, beaming... while silently swearing to pay Upton back for her introduction. Effortlessly stepping over the top rope into the ring, Hanna sank almost to her knees in the soft brown sludge. Passing Kate, she gave Upton a ‘playful’ smack on the shoulder that would have echoed if it hadn't been drowned out by the music. The song died out when Ferguson went to her corner to play to the crowd while Kate introduced Lively.



“Coming up next is a lovely, plucky, hopelessly sexy blonde...she's Blake ‘Please Don’t Hurt Me’ Lively!!” An instrumental, hard rock version of Queen’s ‘I Want It All’ was broadcast throughout the festival to emphasize Blake’s new attitude toward fighting, the music played a few bars but there was still no appearance by Lively and the crowd grew tense waiting as the song built anticipation… until the tent curtains parted, and the crowd gasped. Accompanied by an encouraging Lindsey Pelas came Blake Lively - dressed in the most revealing, skintight bikini on planet Earth. Hot pink, it covered barely enough to make the blushing blonde a difficult case to be arrested for public indecency. It didn’t hide her privates so much as highlight them! The increasingly red-faced blonde slunk to the ring as dozens of men and women recorded her undulating, jiggling steps with their cellphones. Mothers covered their children’s (and husband's) eyes and dragged them from the arena, griping about how they had thought “this was going to be a show for families.”



Once finally at the ring, Lindsey gave Blake a hug for luck, then Pelas took her ringside seat. Lively, unaccustomed to the muck, rolled tentatively under the bottom rope, covering half her body with a wet sheen of mud, then struggled in the mid-thigh deep mud to the middle where she was met by a happy Kate and a bemused Ferguson. The fighting blondes projecting very different energies; Hannah, coiled power, ready pounce; Blake, unsure, uncomfortable and apprehensive.



Pelas sat on a cushioned folding chair a few feet to the right of the ring, wringing her hands nervously. She didn’t notice a feminine hand creep up over her right shoulder until it grabbed her right breast and gave it a few squeezes. By the third squeeze she had managed to turn enough to look over to find the hand belonged to a chuckling Katrina Law, who was sitting with an equally amused Evangeline Lilly whose own hand was at that moment slipping around Lindsey's left side and up under her arm.



“I can’t believe you two actually showing up again after Theron got obliterated in her mud fight,” Law taunted, finally releasing Pelas’ breast.



Lindsey bit back the first reply that came to mind and, ignoring Lilly's hand cupping her left breast, tried to speak in calm, measured tones. “Her fight was a trap and you know it! Blake’s been training hard; she’s going to wipe the floor…er, the dirt with Hannah’s face!” While Katrina found the idea as hilarious as it was unlikely and just laughed out loud, Lilly decided they should take advantage of Chimera’s well known egotistical hubris. “Is that so? You wanna make this interesting…?”



While the three discussed the definition of "interesting" at ringside, Kate went over the rules for the bout (actually more like suggestions) and made clear to the crowd that the match would end with either a three-count or a knockout. Then she sent both women back to their corner with a slap on the ass. When each was ready, Kate motioned for the bell.



GOONNGG!!!



FIGHT’S ON!!!



Hannah strode out of her corner, plowing thru the mud seemingly unbothered by it. Blake struggled out of her corner, her movements jerky and sluggish, clearly wary of Ferguson after their last encounter. The two blondes circled each other with Hannah the aggressor, often feinting to make Lively flinch and back up; controlling the match in the opening minutes without either throwing a punch or initiating contact.



Katrina and Evangeline filled the air with jeers and insults to the scantily clad Chimera blonde; with Lindsey Pelas trying to out shout them with her support for Blake, but (appearances to the contrary) Pelas didn’t have the lung capacity.



In the ring Lively had been cornered and Hannah slows closed in like a horror movie monster from the Black Lagoon or some Swamp Creature. “No where to run Lovely... time to take your mud bath bitc... “



Splat!



Blake kicked out as Ferguson neared, sending a huge glob of mud into Hannah’s face, blinding her. As the blinded blonde backed away pawing at her face, Lively splashed forward through the mud like it was suddenly her natural habitat. The first blow of the fight was a stiff chop to Hannah’s throat, followed by a knee lift to Hannah's belly. Without sight or air, Hannah doubled over; her hands at her neck and navel, her brain unable to keep up with the painful developments... not believing Blake Lively was capable of doing it!



Blake dove behind Ferguson, hooked her legs and flipped her over onto her shoulders, forcing her head and shoulders down in the wet mud; her legs bicycling in the air. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Lively turned the tables on their expectations ... all but Lindsey Pelas who was making a spectacle of herself, jumping up and down yelling ecstatically. “YEAH! Lively is an actress b*tch!”



Blake had fooled everyone and trounced Hannah for a quick 1-2-3… or at least she would have if Kate hadn’t been so shocked that she stood gaping at the sight of Blake dominating Hannah Ferguson.



Lively angrily swivelled her head to Kate and yelled, “HEY REF!!”



Kate shook off her stupor dropped to her knees and slapped the mud by Hannah’s head, spattering all three of them in the process, "One.....Two....Th..." But then Hannah shook loose and slithered out of Blake’s grasp, splashing onto her stomach and swimming free, escaping the 3 count (more like a 10 count).



Lively gave a short snort of frustration then went to Plan B. Grabbing Hannah by the waist, she squeezed and gutwrenched her over onto her back as hard as she could, then pounded Hannah’s kidney with two quick punches. Blake clamped down and again flipped Hannah on her back. She followed by driving her left elbow in below Ferguson's navel. Then she did it again...and again. Over and over and over and over.



Weeks ago, after training, Blake and Lindsey were relaxing on the couch watching a National Geographic special on Alligators, when Blake got a flash inspiration watching the scaled monsters perform what's called a “death roll.”



Watching Blake roll Hannah, Pelas was like a kid at Christmas, arms waving, jumping up and down - to the delight of everyone who stopped recording the fight on their phones to focus on her jumping jugs. The only sour faces were those of Katrina and Evangeline who found the Chimera cheerleader extremely annoying, while quite a desirable potential plaything at the same time.



In the ring, Blake stopped flipping Hannah like a pancake and lay herself across Hannah’s chest for another pin attempt. "One.... Two..."



"GRRAAH!!" Hannah got an arm free to rake Blake eyes, breaking her pin. Lively sat back on her haunches, her hands covering her eyes as Ferguson crabbed away on her back through the mud just far enough to snap a kick into Blake’s face, sending her sprawling on her back in the muck.



After a few moments to get her equilibrium back, Hannah fought through the pain and nausea to crawl behind Lively who had risen to all fours. Clutching Blake around the waist, Hannah lifted her, drew her leg back and then drove her knee up between Blake’s legs! The bottom blonde cried out and shuddered as if electrocuted, then when Hannah let go, Blake collapsed face down in the muck. With just three moves, Hannah had reversed the flow of the match!



Palming the back of Lively’s head, Hannah forced her under surface to smash her face on the bottom of the mud pit. Her arms flailing frantically trying to escape, Blake struggled for air in a rising panic. In seconds, all her meticulous planning had been rendered meaningless! Ferguson pulled Blake’s head up for air just to berate her, then plunged her back down under to humiliate her further.



Only after several of Kate’s threats of disqualification did Hannah pull up Blake by the throat to bully her back into the corner, Ferguson put all her power behind lighting up Lively’s face with a series of hard slaps. Cranking Blake’s neck with forehands and backhands, Hannah continued to degrade her verbally, enraged by the fact she almost lost in a way that her pride could never recover from; she took vengeance by turning Blake into the leading role of a Lifetime movie. Each smack of hand on face echoing all thru the arena, the spectators responding to every hit with an astounded and sympathetic “OOH!”



While Lively was taking a beating in the mud pit, at ringside Katrina and Evangeline were taunting Lindsey ruthlessly, bringing up Theron’s and J-Law’s losses at The Roadhouse; numerous past humiliations of Ginny’s Academy and, subsequently, Chimera; then to what the three had agreed to for after the fight.



Finally, Pelas had all she could take. She spun and CRACKED Katrina Law with a right hook, knocking her onto the lap of the person next to her. Lilly grabbed Lindsey’s hair and Pelas mirrored her. Rolling at the side of the mud pit in a hair pulling, cloths tearing, catfight, the crowd’s cheers doubling in volume at the sight.



After suffering uncounted pimp slaps by Hannah, Blake got a lucky break. A backhand by Hannah jolted Blake’s body in a way that her mud covered skin slipped out of Ferguson’s grip, dropping Lively on her ass in the corner with a wet splat!



Blake’s thrashing foot hit Hannah’s left knee with surprising force, causing Ferguson to flip 90 degrees, cratering the mud with her face and breasts. Each woman needed a moment to collect herself, then they rose to their feet with help from the ropes and traded punches back and forth; strategy pushed out of their mind now, acting purely on instinct. Emotion overriding common sense. It became a battle of Hannah’s rage against Blake's fear and desperation, and there Ferguson had the advantage! Blake was still dizzy from the slapping and unable to accurately aim her punches; most were more glancing blows than were effective.



Hannah stopped beating Blake just long enough to explain the reality of the situation to her, who looked to be on her last legs. “After I’m done humiliating you, I’m going to convince McMahon to make you the Chimera mascot, you clearly aren’t a figh..."



SLAP!



Blake reared back slapped Hannah across the face, stunning her with her audacity more than any pain she inflicted upon Ferguson who stopped and stood dead still for a moment, then she lunged at Lively, grabbed her around the waist and dead lifted her in the air…



Outside the ring Katrina Law had rejoined Lilly and Pelas and the duo quickly had Lindsey in a bad position; squirming on the ground with Evangeline trying to pull her top over her head while Law tried to pull down Lindsey's Daisy Duke shorts. For a while, the two attackers met with little success. “Damn these shorts! It’s like cracking a safe!” hissed Katrina, after trying for the umpteenth time to get the denim down over Lindsey’s hips. Lilly was more successful, freeing the yarn-based napkin Lindsey was using as a bikini top from the busty brawler's chest and flung it to one side.



“I’ll hold’er up! You dig your heels in and pull and we’ll... “



SSPPLLOOSSH!! Hannah slammed Blake into the mud, sending a massive ripple of waves across the width of the pit, the wave breaking on the edge, shooting up into the air to splatter several members of the audience. In the heat of their own battle, Law and Lilly didn’t see the danger and were blinded by wet mud, gagging on what got in their open mouths, sending them into coughing fits. Seeing her mud caked friends at ringside, Hannah left Blake star-fished and half submerged to lean out to help her friends on the other side of the ropes.



“What are you guys doing? Havin' fun?” Hannah asked.



Katrina cleared just enough mud from her eyes and spit up enough to answer her. “We’re asskicking this Chimera bimbo in stereo, you want her when we’re done?” she asked, waving her arm at Pelas who she thought to be cowed. Less than a second after Law said that, Lindsey kicked her between the legs as hard as she could. Katrina’s legs got rubbery while she gave a pitiful wail. Lindsey rallied and grabbed her by the collar and waist and hurled her down on Lilly's stomach, knocking the wind out of her and leaving them both writhing pain on the grass. Pelas got up, backed off a ways, got a running start and belly flopped onto both of them, clearly wanting to finish the fight she'd started.



“Hey! You overinflated tramp!” yelled Ferguson, pointing accusingly at the attacking Pelas. “When I'm done slapping the taste out of Lovely’s mouth I’m coming for yo..."



"aAAH!” Blake had dug herself out of her ditch and came up behind Hannah on her hands and knees, then thumped an uppercut into Hannah’s crotch with as much force as could muster. Ferguson doubled over, hands between her legs, whining like a hurt dog (or cat in her case). Blake pushed her head between Hannah’s legs and lifted her in the air with Ferguson’s legs on her shoulders, facing toward the screaming audience.



Her surprise overriding her pain momentarily, Hannah uttered a high pitched “wha...wait!” as Blake bent slightly forward, then whipped herself onto her back, taking Hannah for a ride, what's known in pro wrestling as an Electric Chair Drop!



Stephanie smiled at the sight, a little happy at "her Blake" rising to the occasion... plus, she'd just slid Theron’s bra off without Theron even noticing - so intensely was she watching and cheering for Lively. In fact, Stephanie could probably have fired a gun next to Charlize and she wouldn't have reacted... something McMahon would have to remember in the future. For now, she slipped her arm around Charlize's waist as...



Pulling herself off the hurt and winded Hannah, Blake rushed to the nearby corner and to the top rope. The crowd was going nuts at sight of the actress preparing to go airborne. She thought of a quick prayer as she jumped into the air, creating a moment that would become a viral sensation over the next few weeks. Blake crashed straight down onto Hannah’s midsection, the impact sending a tsunami of mud out all four sides of the ring and drenching Upton.



Hooking Ferguson’s leg, Blake put all her weight on the senseless Hannah’s chest for the pin. Kate being more professional this time, did a baseball slide over and slapped the mud.



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“I WON!!” Blake shouted to the heavens as she got off Ferguson, Kate, as she raised Lively’s hand, was grabbed in the biggest bearhug she’d ever gotten in her life. Blake let a taken-aback Upton go to climb up on each of the four corners of the ring where she let out screams with joy as she pumped her fists to the fans. The people in crowd cheered and laughed as loud as possible at the sight of Blake Lively becoming so emotional - winning a mud wrestling match that had no effect on any official rankings - at the Orange County Implement Fair.



Rolling out under the bottom rope Blake ran along the front row slapping Hi-Fives with everyone she passed, circling to the other side where Pelas was on the ground smothering Evangeline Lilly with her breasts while Katrina Law’s face was turning red in Lindsey's head scissors. Seeing her friend had been victorious, Pelas let the two free from what some would say were envious positions, to give her friend a hug. Blake had too much of an adrenaline high to question why Lindsey was topless or why she had been fighting two women at once, they just held each other; crying tears of happiness because all the training paid off and Blake had bested a demon who'd plagued her for years.



The duo walked over to the journalists covering the event where, with tears in her eyes, Blake Lively addressed the world. “What you just saw in that ring, was me taking control of my life again. I’m no longer going to let the Hannah Fergusons of the world tell what I can and can’t do. She ran me out of JMDD; well, this says I’m back in! I want to thank my best friend Lindsey Pelas for her support; my trainer Jennifer Lopez for getting me ready for the fight; Charlize for being my teacher and my role model for so many years. And finally, I want to thank Ginny - wherever she is - for bring me into a stable that has become like my family.”

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AT THE SAME TIME, DOWN IN THE CHIMERA BASEMENT



Shadows from the single light bulb barely illuminate a sparse room. The only furniture aside from a cot adjacent to a wall with a series of photos and financial documents taped to the surface, was a dresser. Many of the pictures were of Stephanie McMahon, and the eyes had been scratched out. In the doorway, a redheaded woman in grey shorts and a sweat stained tee-shirt was doing pull-ups, perspiration glistening on her body. Her arms, while not those of a bodybuilder, had some definition, the biceps bulging slightly as she raised her chin above the bar.



Every evaluation accompanied by a guttural grunt, “Mc…Mahon… Mc…Mahon.”

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CHIMERA HEADQUARTERS - ONE WEEK LATER



Blake Lively and Lindsey Pelas were lying on beach chairs basking in the sun, working on their tans 'au natural' in the backyard of Chimera's Worldwide Headquarters Building. In front of them, working in the hot sun were Evangeline Lilly and Katrina Law. The sweating pair and Pelas had agreed upon a wager in the moments before Blake’s fight with Ferguson. If Hannah had won Lindsey Pelas would have had to escort Kira Korsain to the ring for her fight with Theron... in the nude.



If Lively had won, Lilly and Law agreed to finish landscaping the stable’s backyard in their underwear. Given it was now a barren wasteland with a mud pit, they were starting at less than zero. Smudged with dirt and sweating past the point pretty, the two grumbled and muttered curses at their blonde overlords. Off in the corner recording the whole affair for the website, stood Catherine Zeta-Jones - frequently alternating her shots of the field hands with telephoto close-ups of Blake and Lindsey (with many more of Lindsey than Blake).



"Hey, what's with all the goofing off?" Everyone stopped what they were doing. Lilly and Law stopped raking; Catherine stopped videoing; Blake and Lindsey stopped sipping gin and tonics and fingering themselves and they all turned to look at the woman who had yelled at them from the side door of the building.... Stephanie McMahon.



Stephanie came striding down the stone walkway, slapping a riding crop against her leg with each step. She pointed it at her two "guests" and growled at Katrina and Evangeline to get back to work, reminding them they were going to be out there working until they finished, "...no matter how many months it takes!" That got them scurrying around.



Next, Stephanie pointed her crop at Zeta-Jones who shrivelled under the bosses malevolent stare. "You get that old butt back into the studio and make sure the final cut of the mud wrestling tapes are ready for me. I'm having friends over this weekend for a preview and I don’t want a recurrence of the same thing that happened last month. You don't either - if you know what's good for you. Now git!"



As Catherine trotted back inside with her video camera, Stephanie walked over and stood between Lindsey and Blake, looking down at their tanned bodies, Lindsey's with white areas where the cups and the front of her bikini had left her skin milky white while the rest turned tawny. Stephanie ran the end of her riding crop over Lindsey's breasts, lifted it to her nose and sniffed. "I see you're using sun block to keep your bikini lines. Wouldn't it be easier just to wear the bikini when you're tanning?"



Lindsey nodded, then explained, "But if I did that, Ms. Zeta-Jones wouldn't have nearly as much fun filming me when she thinks I'm not paying attention. She's probably got quite the collection of film on me by now."



Stephanie chuckled and nodded. "She does, and don't think she doesn't enjoy it, my dear. But it's time for you to be getting back to work in the gym. I'm starting to get offers of work for you and I would hate to see you lose all the good will you've built up recently. So, you just get back in the gym and start hitting the bag... I may have a couple of surprises for you later." As Lindsey picked up her discarded bikini and her drink, she started to walk back to the headquarters building gym, passing Law and Lilly on the way, noting with glee the evil glares they cast at her naked body as she flaunted it in front of them.



"And you," Stephanie said, turning to Lively, both of them watching Pela's retreating nude backside until it disappeared from view, "you know you have a big match coming up in the WWE next month?" Blake bit her lip nervously and nodded. "Don't you think there might be some preparation you could be making that would do more for you than sitting her with a drink and playing with yourself? I know it must feel good to have vanquished Ferguson, but if you think she, Upton and the rest are now going to leave you alone you're wrong."



"I know that," Blake said, her tone one of resignation to the inevitable. "But that's why I need this time... with Linds... it's helping me get my head around what's still ahead for me."



"Don't expect Ronda Rousey to take it easy on you because you both work for me. She knows what happens to her if she lets you beat her... and it's much worse than what awaits you if you lose. After all, we all expect great things from Ronda.... You? Well, I'm still a little unsure what to expect from you." Seeing Blake's surprise, Stephanie smiled. "Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I obviously know what you can do OUTSIDE of the ring; it's inside the ring where you seem lost far too often for your own good."



Stephanie sighed, "Sometimes I wish you were more like Charlize when she was your age... that b*tch was a dynamo in the bedroom AND in the ring. Unstoppable. Now, of course, she's over the downhill in her boxing career and we have to make allowances. But she still has value, oh yes." Blake saw Stephanie smile, that hungry wolf little smirk she has when she is about to do something unpredictable. McMahon's eyes closed as if she was recalling some event from her past. "I can attest to her usefulness myself.... but then you know all about that too, don't you dear?" she asked, the leather tip of her riding crop making small circles around Blake's rapidly swelling nipple.



Blake blushed, and nodded silently. She was afraid to say what she was thinking...besides, she had her hands full right now with Lindsey (literally) and then there were Ronda, Kate, probably Hannah again - and the other women eager to get their hands on her! So Lively wasn't going to make Stephanie angry at her, not after she'd tried so hard to please her.



The riding crop slid upward from Blake's chest to her chin, its firm pressure under her chin making Blake tilt her head back until her misting green eyes met the unblinking gaze of Stephanie's cold blue eyes. After several seconds, Stephanie took the riding crop away, but Blake found herself unable to look away, to break the hypnotic hold Stephanie held her locked in. Finally, Stephanie spoke, her voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle as the riding crop dropped to McMahon's side, swinging slowly back and forth in her hand, "You will stand up... " Blake spread her legs, planted her feet on either side of the lounger and rose to her feet, her body half turned away from Stephanie, her face flushed.



Stephanie rubbed her riding crop slowly on Lively's firm buttocks and told Blake, "Now you take THIS," she gave her butt a hard CRACK with the riding crop, "...ASS, back to the gym and get busy preparing that sleek young body to face Ronda. Because if you are NOT..." CRACK! "...ready for Ronda..." CRACK! "...Rousey..." CRACK! "...then I can think of a dozen others who will pay top dollar for it!" CRACK! "Are we clear?"



Tears running down her cheeks, Blake bowed her head and murmured, "Yes Ms Stephanie..."



CRACK! "Are we CRYSTAL clear?"



(sniff) "Uhhhhh,.. yes Ms. Stephanie, crystal clear, ma'am."



"Alright, you run along now and start getting ready to give Ronda's fans a good show next month. We'll talk again in a few days."



Blake bent over to pick up her bikini and her half-empty drink glass. CRACK! "You don't need those for Ronda, do you dear?" Stephanie asked sharply. Blake simply shook her head 'no', then turned and ran back back toward the Chimera gym. Watching her red, jiggling, bottom as she scampered up the stone pathway, Stephanie sighed. Then she took out her cellphone and touched speed dial. "Get Ginny cleaned up and take her up to my bedroom," she told Jeri Ryan. "I think it's time for us to have another of our little 'chats'."



She ended the call, used her riding crop to sweep Lively's damp bikini up off the ground and held it up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, then grinning flicked it into the pool, watching it slowly sink to the bottom. She turned to followed Blake's footsteps back to the Chimera Headquarters where she and Ginny would "discuss" the redhead's next assignment; one Stephanie hoped Ginny would hate as much as Stephanie would enjoy watching as she performed it, no matter how reluctantly.



"Sometimes," Stephanie thought as she walked, "things are so much fun I'd do them for free. It's ironic Ginny is paying me to think up these little 'duties' for her, but I so love seeing her face when she realizes she has no choice but to do whatever I tell her... when I tell her to do it... and to whomever I tell her to do it to!"



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