Trish Stratus had been jealous that Tylene Buck had gotten the chance to challenge Lita for the title before she did. Trish had been the one to beat Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley in the Nude Evening gown match and, even though the match was non-title, she had earned the right to become number one contender. She complained to Mick Foley and he agreed to make a match with Trish and Tylene where the winner would face Lita for the title.
“The special added stipulation,” he started to say, as Trish was about to leave, “is that if you lose, you must put your title up against Molly Holly.”
“No problem, Mick,” she said, “I can take Goldilocks anytime, you just make sure nobody interferes in the match.”
“Oh don’t worry, there won’t be any interference…because it will be you and Major Gunns in a cage to decide the number one contender! Have a nice day!”
Trish was not happy about that, but was grateful for her shot nonetheless. Later that night, the ring crew set up the cage around the ring while JR and The King speculated on who would win the match.
Trish came out first to a huge ovation, wearing a tight black top, cropped off just below her heaving breasts. She wore her trademark silver shorts hiked up enough so that she had the world’s biggest wedgie. Major Gunns was announced next and the crowd roared as the buxom blonde came out in her Team Canada colors; being that the show was so far up north, it wasn’t surprising to the announcers that Tylene received such a pop.
Gunns entered the cage and Trish immediately started pounding on her the second she stepped through the ropes. Trish was getting the early advantage by stomping the blonde into the mat. Trish picked Tylene up and whipped her into the ropes when Major Gunns came back with a vicious clothesline, flipping Trish in the air. The crowd roared as Buck posed with her hands above her head, which allowed Trish time to recover and to spear Tylene in the back. Trish picked her opponent up by her blonde hair and started bashing Tylene’s pretty face into the cage. After a couple of hits, JR noticed that Major Gunns had been busted open, and a small trickle of blood flowed down her forehead.
Trish picked up Buck and whipped her into the corner, sternum first; Tylene’s big tits were mashed against the turnbuckle. She stumbled backwards and got caught with a German suplex by Trish. The crowd booed as Trish stood over Tylene’s body and gyrated. She had been posing too long and didn’t notice that Gunns had recovered. Trish was pointing to a member of the audience and berating him when she felt Tylene’s boot ram into her crotch. Trish’s mouth made a big “O” formation and she bent over, moaning.
Tylene had gotten up and delivered a powerful DDT, driving Trish’s head into the canvas. Tylene got up, the blood still smeared on face, and started stomping on Trish’s prone body. The crowd roared as Tylene bent over, locked in a full nelson, and started to pound Trish’s forehead into the mat. Tylene then picked Trish up, while still holding the shorter girl, and ran Trish into the cage, face first. The voluptuous blonde could be heard screaming from the cheap seats as her pretty face was smashed into the unforgiving steel.
Tylene finally got bored and threw Trish to the mat. She was mad because Trish was not bleeding yet, so instead Major Gunna decided she was going to humiliate her busty opponent. She bent over and ripped off Trish’s shorts and top as her crowd went wild after the hot blonde was stripped completely nude. Trish had mistakenly forgotten to wear underwear to the ring and quickly tried to cover up.
“What’s she got to be modest for, King,” JR asked. “She’s already exposed herself a number of times on this show before.”
“I don’t know and I don’t care, JR, all I know is…PUPPIES! Whoo-hoo!” The King exclaimed, in his sophomoric character.
Tylene picked Trish up by the hair and gave her a devastating short-arm lariat. She hauled Trish up again, and threw her into the turnbuckle. Tylene draped Trish’s arms over the ropes and started to pound on the Hardcore champion’s full tits.
“Somebody call the SPCA, she’s abusing her puppies!” The King squealed.
Tylene started unloading rights and lefts to Trish’s breasts, her fists disappearing into the soft flesh of her opponent’s bosom. The smack of her fists echoed throughout the arena, a few uppercuts to Trish’s D’s had her wailing. Tylene finished the shorter girl off with a running kneelift to Trish’s cunt. Trish fell to her knees with her hands between her legs, holding her sore privates.
Tylene decided it was time to finish her opponent off; she kneed Trish in the face, which laid the blonde out flat on the mat. Major Gunns then undid her own top, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. She straddled Trish’s stomach before Tylene lowered her own double D’s and smothered the blonde hellcat with her own proud Canadian breasts. Trish flailed underneath Tylene’s body with her face obscured beneath Buck’s boobs. After a few minutes, Trish stopped moving and Tylene posed over her opponent’s nude body, slapping her opponent a couple times for good measure. She finally walked over to the cage door, jumped out, and won the match.
“Well, King, it looks like Major Gunns will be taking on Lita for the title,” JR said, as Tylene left the ringside area to the cheers of the fans.
“That’s right, JR, and now poor Trish has to defend her title in a hardcore match against little Molly Holly. Oh boy, JR, you think I should go in there and give Trish some mouth-to-mouth?”
“Easy, King”
The End