Jennifer and Lake stood toe toe-to-toe and stared each other down. They were going to kill each other. The crowd was ready to see anything and everything. The female ref was ready to stand back and let them murder each other like she was instructed. They were in a professional wrestling ring, but it wasn’t your typical WWE bout. The smell of sweat, popcorn, and beer filled the air as the anticipation grew thicker than the fog machine mist that obscured the cheap lights above. The ring was set up in the middle of an arena, with a giant pool of icy water right outside the ropes.
As soon as the bell rang, Jennifer and Lake screamed at each other and started trying to kill each other. Lake was a wildcat, clawing and biting at Jennifer's arms. She was fast and slippery, but Jennifer was strong. She grabbed Lake's waist, lifting her off the ground, and slammed her onto the mat. The impact echoed through the arena, but Lake's resilience was like a rubber band, bouncing back up.
They rolled around the ring, their bodies entangled. The fabric of their T-shirts clung to their skin, revealing the outline of their breasts. Their tits swung with every twist and turn, smacking against each other, sending waves of pleasure and pain through their bodies. The crowd roared as the sight of their barely contained assets was more than anyone had bargained for. The referee, a statuesque woman with arms folded over her chest, watched the scene with a mix of professionalism and amusement.
Jennifer managed to gain the upper hand. She straddled Lake, her thighs pressing down on the other woman’s hips. Lake’s eyes flashed with anger as she looked up at her opponent. The T-shirt riding up, exposing her bare midriff.
Lake’s hands shot up, and she drove her thumbs into Jennifer’s eyes. The crowd gasped as a piercing scream tore from the blonde’s throat. Lake’s nails scraped against the sensitive skin, and the sudden pain was blinding. She reared back, headbutting Lake in the face. The impact sent Lake reeling, and she fell back onto the mat, momentarily stunned, and she blinked rapidly to clear her vision. The crowd was on its feet now. Jennifer choked the shit out of Lake whose’s face turned red, her eyes bulged out, and she struggled to break free, but it was like trying to escape the jaws of a python. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, and her nipples poked through the damp fabric of her T-shirt. The crowd was loving every second of it.
Jennifer squeezed harder, feeling Lake’s pulse racing against her forearms. Lake’s legs kicked wildly, her feet slapping against the mat in a desperate bid for freedom.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," Jennifer yelled as she tightened her grip around Lake's neck. Lake's eyes widened, and she clawed at the arms holding her in a vice-like grip. She knew she had to act fast.
She managed to break free, sending them both rolling out of the ring. The cold steel of the floor was a stark contrast to the warmth of the mat, and the air outside the ropes was charged with electricity.
Lake tried to get as much air back into her lungs as she could, but she felt herself being dragged around the ring by Jennifer, who was now fueled by pure, unbridled rage. The pool of ice water was closer than ever, and Lake could feel the cold embrace waiting for her. She kicked and thrashed, her body sliding over the concrete floor, leaving a trail of sweat and desperation.
And then it happened. Lake's shirt, already stretched from the intense struggle, suddenly rode up and over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her breasts bounced free, and the audience let out a collective whoop. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but she grabbed the corner of the ring to try and stop Jennifer from throwing her in the ice water. The cold steel of the ring post bit into her flesh, but she ignored it. She had to. It worked. She heard Jennifer scream behind her as her legs flopped to the ground when J-Law gave up on dragging her. Lake took the opportunity to kick her square in the jaw, sending her reeling backward. The crowd was now a mix of shock and excitement, their eyes glued to the exposed flesh of both women. Lake scooted away, her chest heaving with each desperate breath she took, trying to put some distance between her and Jennifer.
But the fight wasn’t over. Jennifer lunged at Lake again, her eyes zeroing in on the bikini bottoms. She grabbed the flimsy material with both hands, digging her fingers in and trying to pull Lake back towards the ring. Lake screamed, her nails scraping against the floor as she tried to get away. She could feel the coldness of the pool seeping into her mind, the promise of an icy embrace that she didn’t want.
The giant screen above the ring broadcast the moment in high definition, her ass crack half exposed for the whole arena to see. The crowd's cheers turned to a mix of shock and awe as Lake’s body was on full display. She didn't care; her only focus was on staying out of that icy tomb. The cold steel of the floor against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine, but she ignored it, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
A frozen glass water bottle landed within arms' length of them, thrown by a fan in the front row, and Lake saw her chance. She snatched it up and tried to hit Jennifer in the head, but Jennifer stopped her. She was on top of Lake, strangling her with one arm while trying to wrestle away the bottle with her free hand while Lake fought to pry it from her grip. The bottle was slippery with condensation and sweat from their struggle, adding a new layer of tension to the battle. Lake managed to twist the bottle free, but it flew from her hand and smacked against the side of the ring. It shattered, sending shards of glass and ice everywhere. The crowd gasped and ducked, and the referee jumped back to avoid getting hit. Lake bucked her hips, flipping them both over so that the broken glass dug into Jen's back. Jen's scream was music to Lake's ears. She felt a rush of victory, but it was short-lived. Jen was now a wild animal, her pain driving her to new heights of aggression. She pushed Lake off and onto the shards, ignoring the pain as she lunged for her opponent. Lake scrambled backward, but she was too slow. Jen had her, wrapping her arms around Lake’s waist and hoisting her into the air. Lake's bare breasts slapped against the blonde’s face as she was lifted into the air and then slammed into pieces of the glass. Lake didn’t move, and Jen was out cold on top of her. She lay there for a moment, panting, her body covered in bruises and scratches. She was covered in glass and water. The crowd was loving it, watching the two women give them a show they would never forget. Lake’s chest rose and fell with each ragged breath she took.
She wrapped her arms around Jennifer to feel for any holes in her shirt from the ice. She could feel Jennifer breathing heavily against her. She tore it completely off, leaving Jennifer bare from the waist up. The crowd went wild as two of Hollywood's most desired bodies were now on full display.
Lake rolled over and lifted the unconscious Jennifer into a fireman’s carry, the broken glass biting into her own flesh as she stood. The audience watched in awe as she stumbled towards the icy pool, each step a battle against pain and fatigue.
Jennifer's body felt like a dead weight, but Lake’s anger kept her going. She was going to win this match, no matter the cost. But just as Lake rounded the corner. Jennifer's eyes fluttered open. Her fingers grazed the outside post as she tried to grab it; she strained forward and got it the second time. Lake bit the side of one of her ass cheeks; Jennifer screamed and let go.
Jennifer fought and screamed but couldn't escape. She felt herself tossed over Lake's shoulders, and as the back of her head came down, Lake drove her knee into it. The cold sent a jolt through her body that made her want to scream; the concussion from the knee had her seeing double. She couldn't understand the ref's counting because everything was so muffled that she didn't know if she was out of the water or not.
The ice was in her ears and eyes and nose. With most of her senses fucked up she attacked the first blur she thought was Lake. She threw a handful of ice from the pool- but the screaming told her she threw it at the wrong person. The audience member stumbled back, the cold was unbearable. Lake used the distraction to send Jennifer stumbling out of the pool with a shot to her jaw. The cold water clung to her like a second skin, her nipples hardened into points of pure agony. She slipped and slid on the wet floor, trying to find her footing. The crowd went insane as Lake climbed the top rope, her bare breasts swaying with each movement. She waited for Jennifer to get in range; she jumped. The crowd screamed as Lake's half-naked body soared through the air.
Jennifer had regained her senses and was playing possum. Lake realized too late, and she fell into Jennifer's arms and was slammed across the top of the guard barrier, her back arching with the impact. The crowd leaned in, their eyes glued to the spectacle. The roar grew louder as the anticipation reached a crescendo. Lake was laid out across the rail face up. Her legs and arms dangling over both sides. Her bare chest was a canvas of goosebumps and bruises from the glass. She was a mess.
Jennifer fell to her knees. She shivered and coughed out water, but she wasn't going to let Lake take this victory. She used the barrier to pull herself to her feet. Lake's eyes flickered open. Jennifer kept them pried open; she spit in them. Lake's eyes squeezed shut; she screamed.
Lake swung her leg around, trying to kick Jennifer away, but Jennifer grabbed them and yanked her off the barricade. Lake’s body smacked against the floor. The crowd was a blur of faces and lights as she rolled over onto her stomach, gasping for air.
Jennifer began a series of vicious kicks to Lake’s ribs and back. Lake’s body jolted with each impact, her teeth gritted, and she struggled to suck in air. The crowd went wild.
The referee checked Lake, she wasn’t moving.
Jennifer pounced on Lake. She ripped Lake's bikini bottoms to its atoms, leaving her bare ass in the open. The arena vibrated with the energy of the fight.
Jennifer had an evil idea. She slung Lake ass up across the barrier and told the front row to go to town on her. Lake's eyes went wide with terror as hands grabbed her ass cheeks and slapped them, sending waves of pain and humiliation through her body. She screamed for them to stop, but her voice was lost in the cacophony of the crowd. But Jennifer wasn't done. She handed an audience member a bottle of frozen water.
"You know what to do."
The audience member shoved the bottle into Lake's ass, the coldness penetrating deep and she screamed, her body bucking against the intrusion. The crowd cheered as Lake's screams grew louder with each thrust of the bottle, her cheeks reddening from the cold and embarrassment.
Jennifer dragged the demoralized Lake to the pool and slung her in, bottle up her ass and everything. The water was so cold it burned, but Lake was too out of it to fight back.
"Start the God Damn count!" she ordered the referee.
She began her count, her voice loud and clear over the screaming crowd. "One! Two!" The freezing temperature stole the breath from Lake's lungs. She was unable to move, the bottle lodged uncomfortably deep inside her when she landed on it, legs splayed out and her tits floating atop the water.
The referee's count grew louder. "Five! Six!" Jennifer's heart raced. She could feel the win so close, it was almost tangible. Lake showed no signs of movement except the floating of her tits and limbs, the shock of the cold seizing her muscles and rendering her defenseless.
"Nine!" the referee yelled. Some of the crowd were on their feet, screaming for Lake to get up. But she didn't move. The referee looked at Lake's body, the bottle still protruding from her ass, the ice water lapping around her neck and freezing her tits. She waited a beat before counting the final number, but when Lake still didn’t respond, she called out, "Ten!"
The arena erupted. The referee raised Jennifer's arm in victory, the cold water running down her bare chest, her nipples hard as diamonds. Lake’s limp form floated in the pool, her chest barely rising with each shallow breath.
The humiliation washed over Lake like the icy water she was trapped in. She knew she had to get out, to save face, but her body was not listening. The crowd's roar was a mix of exhilaration and horror. Lake's mind raced. She had to live with the fact that she had been beaten, exposed, and violated in front of thousands of people.
As the referee dragged her out of the pool, her teeth chattering and skin blue from the cold, Lake couldn't help but look up at the jumbotron above the ring. There she was, nude--a bottle sticking out of her ass, and her opponent standing victorious.
Jennifer flipped her off, the universal symbol of contempt. It was a gesture that said it all: she had been defeated and embarrassed in the most public and degrading way possible.
