Sunny McKay vs Evonne Carmikel by Cristol October 20 ,1998 Sunny walks down the aisle toward the ring looking far more serious than I've seen her in some time. The beating her mother Ginny took at the hands of Evonne and Roxanne has gnawed at her and she promised to avenge it tonight. The music is "Tonight" by Smashing Pumpkins and tonight is when Sunny says Evonne's going down to her most humiliating defeat yet. "I want to force her to submit," Sunny told me a while ago, "To submit and apologize for what she did to Ginny." Sunny's wearing that tiny tiger stripe thong, the one with the little bitty patch in front that shows enough for us to know she's only partially shaved, a black string up her butt and two tiny pieces of fabric up top held together by a string. They don't even cover the entire areola and her hard nipples keep working their way around the edges. She doesn't seem the least concerned about it, as you'd expect from someone who used to make their living in porn films. And here comes Miss Evonne Carmikel. At 6'1" and 140 pounds, she's got 5" and 12 pounds on Sunny, but McKay is on a mission and heart makes up for size as she's proven time and again. Evonne's new theme music, "Money" by Pink Floyd plays as she enters wearing her trademark gold silk robe with 'Evonne' on the back in silver. The robe has a white mink hood and she's got on a pair of Gucci sunglasses. Under her robe is a gold one-piece suit, cut deeply at the back and on her big feet, black Gucci wrestling boots. She's also wearing black knee pads with silver dollar signs. They're toe to toe as the referee gives them the instructions and Evonne's got a superior, smug little grin on her face. You know she has some kind of devious plan because standing up and fighting someone when she can do anything else isn't her style. Sunny's just staring into Evonne's eyes. Neither is saying anything, just the pretty young blonde staring up at the tall brunette. Evonne's saying something to the referee. She wants him to search Sunny for hidden weapons before the fight. She's threatening to fire him if Sunny hits her with one later. Sunny's protesting that she will not, but he's going to do it anyway. He runs his hands under her skimpy little top and assures Evonne that the bumps she sees are just nipples, nothing more. But Evonne insists. He is blushing bright red as he runs his hands over Sunny's heart-shaped butt and down between her legs. She smiles at him and wiggles sexily, making his hand tremble. He turns to Evonne, "Nothing under that suit but Sunny, I guarantee it!" While Sunny was distracted by the referee's personal inspection, Evonne took a bag of some kind of powder from her boot. Just as Sunny looks up, she throws it in her eyes! Sunny screams, "I'm blinded!" Evonne wraps her arms around her, trapping Sunny's hands at her side and suplexes her over backward. Sunny hits on her head and shoulders with a hard impact that had to have stunned her. Evonne's on top her, straddling Sunny's chest, pounding away at her with both fists. "I want my apology you slut!! Apologize to me now!" Wow, this could be all over before it starts. Sunny's kicking her legs up, trying desperately to get Evonne off of her and, yes! she catches Evonne around the head with a leg and throws her off backward. Sunny scrambles to her feet, her nose bleeding, her lip swollen and one eye looking like it will be black by morning, but at least she's on her feet. She's still blind but at least she can fight back, maybe. I've never seen her this angry, even when she was fighting 'the pitbull' a while ago. Sunny advances toward where she thinks Evonne is, her fists clenched and her lips pursed. Evonne backs up, slipping off her robe and smiling, knowing Sunny can't see her. Evonne sneaks around behind Sunny who, because of the crowd noise, can't hear Ginny and Mitzi screaming a warning. She dropkicks Sunny right in the back and sends the lithe blonde flying headfirst into the corner. She hits hard and drops to her knees, her arms draped over the ropes. Evonne swaggers up behind her and knees Sunny in the back, crushing her breasts against the turnbuckle. She wraps her hands in Sunny's hair and pulls her to her feet as Sunny swings her elbows wildly trying to hit anything she can. Evonne slams Sunny's head into the turnbuckle and you can see it hurt the young girl. Her knees are wobbly as Evonne spins her around and flings her out into the middle of the ring. Sunny staggers but doesn't go down. She's stumbling around, waving her arms in front of her trying to find Evonne, but she's not even facing the right way. Evonne runs up from behind and grabs Sunny around the head and bulldogs her down face first into the mat. Sunny hits hard and rolls around, screaming and holding her face. Her nose is bleeding as she gets to her hands and knees. Evonne grabs the back of Sunny's top and tries to drag her over backward onto her ass, but the thin strip of material snaps and Evonne falls back holding Sunny's top as Sunny falls forward, rolls over and out of the ring. She might have landed on her head if Ginny hadn't caught her and set her on her feet. Mitzi squirts some water from a bottle in Sunny's eyes as the referee starts to count her out. She still can't see as Ginny and Mitzi lead her to the stairs and she tries to climb back into the ring. Evonne's waiting and just as Sunny reaches the ring apron, Evonne reaches over the top rope, grabs two handfuls of her beautiful blond hair and yanks. Sunny flips right over the top rope and down on her butt inside the ring. Even Sunny's firm little breasts bounce from the terrific impact and she rolls over holding her butt with both hands as Evonne pulls her back up to her knees by the hair, "It's time for a humility lesson Sunny." Evonne starts to slap Sunny's face back and forth. Her cheeks are already flame red and you can see the tears running down her cheeks as she paws at Evonne's thighs trying to push the big girl away, but Evonne's got too tight a grip on her long blonde mane and Sunny's not going anywhere. Evonne rakes her fingernails across Sunny's eyes and the slim blonde screams and covers her face with both hands as Evonne laughs cruelly. She starts to pull Sunny to her feet, but Sunny slams her fist into Evonne's crotch and the big brunette loses her hold on Sunny's hair. Sunny's up on one knee now and drives her fist into Evonne's exposed belly. Evonne staggers backward to the corner holding her stomach with both hands. She sits on the middle rope, trying to catch her breath as Sunny struggles to her feet and arches her aching back before she moves in. Sunny grabs a handful of Evonne's long hair and bends her head back over the top rope as Evonne raises her hands, pleading for mercy. "Wait! If this is about what happened to Ginny in the cage, that was Roxanne Roberts doing. I can help you get eve . . ." WHAM! Sunny slugs her right in the face, busting Evonne's nose open. Blood runs down her chin as Sunny drags her out of the corner and flings her through the air by her long brown hair. Evonne lands on her back and starts crab crawling backward away from the enraged blonde bombshell. Sunny charges at Evonne and tries to dive on top of her but Evonne rolls out of the way and Sunny lands flat on her chest, knocking the wind out of her. Evonne drops her knee on the small of Sunny's back which brings another scream of pain from the young blonde. She's holding her back as Evonne tries to grab her feet for a Boston Crab submission hold, but Sunny kicks and flails her legs as she rolls away and tries to get to her feet. Evonne charges after her and as Sunny is halfway up, kicks her in the chest, dropping her to the mat clutching her bosom with both hands and moaning. Evonne once more goes for Sunny's long, golden hair, drags her up and flips her over her shoulder and back down on her back to the mat. You can hear Sunny grunt as she hits the canvas. Evonne keeps the handful of hair and rolls Sunny over and starts to pull her up again, but halfway, she reaches under Sunny's arms and pulls her forward, then monkey flips her head over heels into the ropes. Sunny's hanging upside down with her legs draped over the middle rope as Evonne gets to her feet, runs over and jumps, knee's first into Sunny's stomach. Sunny folds up and, as her legs slide off the rope, she collapses in a heap at Evonne's feet. "Stupid blonde! Did you think I was really hurt by your pathetic punches?" She drags Sunny up by the left arm and whips her around, flinging her across the ring into the far turnbuckle. Sunny hits hard. Her head snaps back and her knees buckle. Evonne runs over, does a front flip handstand that ends with her upside down with her back to Sunny, her butt in Sunny's chest and her long, strong legs wrapped around Sunny's head. She falls forward and uses her legs to flip Sunny out into the middle of the ring. When she lands, Sunny is still trapped in a s head scissors. Sunny tries to kick out, but Evonne grabs her by the breast and uses it to hold her in position, digging her fingers into the soft flesh and bringing a cry of protest from the lithe blonde as she paws at Evonne's claw on her chest. Evonne laughs when the referee tells her to release her grip on Sunny's breast, but she lets go when he starts to count. She'd rather keep the head scissors than lose it. Sunny wedges her hands between Evonne's legs, trying to pry them apart so she can kick out. Sunny kicks her legs violently, so hard in fact that both breasts pop out of the skimpy top. She has to kick several times before she gets her head free, but she leaves her hand between Evonne's legs and now Evonne is the one screaming as Sunny digs her fingers into the inner surface of her soft thighs. Sunny rolls Evonne onto her back and picks up her legs, digging into the back of her thighs as Evonne squirms in pain and claws the mat in her attempt to escape. Sunny leans on Evonne and bends the brunette's long legs back over her until her knees press down on her breasts. Sunny's long talons dig into the back of Evonne's thighs, her feet waving weakly in the air over the blonde's shoulders. Evonne reaches for the ropes and, using her legs to push against Sunny, manages to wiggle her butt enough to get a hold of the rope and force a break. Sunny steps back and Evonne struggles to her feet, holding the rope to keep from falling. Her legs are wobbly, Sunny's claw hold having been very effective against the legs of the lanky brunette. Evonne bounces off the ropes and throws herself at Sunny in a cross body takedown, knocking her over and landing across her torso. Evonne rakes her nails down Sunny's chest, tearing away her top and leaving angry red furrows in her flawless flesh. Once more Sunny's pear-shaped breasts with their pink areolas are exposed to the appreciative crowd and her hard nipples bear mute testimony to her arousal at this struggle. Evonne tries to straddle Sunny, but the blonde digs a hand into the front of Evonne's suit and uses it to pull her off to the side. She kicks Evonne in the stomach and rolls away, leaving her top behind in Evonne's hands. Sunny crawls away, but Evonne hobbles after her, flipping Sunny's top around her neck and pulling it tight, choking her. Her hands paw at Evonne's wrists, trying desperately to free herself as Evonne crosses her arms and tightens the cloth around her throat. She pulls Sunny back and up to her knees cutting off Sunny's air. The blonde's face turns red and her body arches as Evonne drives a knee into her back to put more pressure to her throat. Sunny's eyes are wide, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Evonne grins, "You're even easier than the old woman." Sunny's hands slow their pawing at Evonne's choke and one after the other they slide down her chest as if she were caressing her breasts and fall limp to her sides. She slumps back against Evonne's thighs, her head back, her eyes rolled back. Evonne keeps choking as the referee warns her for a second time to stop the choking. His count reaches 8 before she finally relents and lets go of Sunny's top and steps back. She kicks Sunny in the back, sending her sprawling forward onto her hands and knees, coughing and gagging. She tears at the top around her neck and gulps in mouthfuls of air. The referee removes the top and tosses it out of the ring as Sunny tries to get to her feet. But Evonne doesn't give her time to recover, charging in and driving a knee to Sunny's belly and collapsing her on her stomach. Evonne uses a handful of hair and one arm to pull her up, Sunny's knees barely able to support her as Evonne swings her around and whips her into the ropes. She rebounds into Evonne's waiting arms and she scoops her up, lifts her shoulder high and body slams her down on her back. Sunny's head hits the mat hard and she lays stunned and not moving, an easy pin for the big brunette. But no! Evonne rolls her over and slips her fingers under the waist at the back of Sunny's string. She uses that and a handful of blonde hair to pull her up to her hands and knees. Sunny's firm little breasts jiggle beneath her heaving chest as Evonne takes Sunny, half crawling - half being dragged, to the corner, lifts her to her feet and throws her into it. Sunny's body slumps there, her arms over the top ropes as Evonne lifts each leg in turn and drapes them over the middle ropes on either side of the corner. Sunny's hips are spread, her little suit rides up and almost totally disappears into her slit. Her head hangs down, chin on her chest. Evonne sets up and slowly and methodically starts to punch Sunny's tight breasts back and forth. Right hand, left hand, then her right hand again. She keeps going, alternating breasts until Sunny wakes up, moans and tries to lift her hands to protect herself, but she's still groggy and uncoordinated and her arms tangle in the ropes. "You thought that pathetic body would tempt Thomas Ashton, or Niels? To leave ME? You've a lot to learn about men, little girl." Evonne poses, caressing herself, running her hands over her breasts and down her flat stomach to her loins. "You have to have the whole package." She laughs as she points to her head, "With men, it all starts here. But just so you won't be tempted to try something like that again, I'm going to ruin that skinny body, beat it black and blue and then tear it to shreds. You won't be wiggling around trying to get feeble minded males to come sniffing after you when they should be loyal to their women." Sunny moans and struggles to lift her legs over the ropes as Evonne dances in front of her, jabbing at her bare breasts with her fists. Every time she lands a punch with a "SMACK" of fist on flesh, there's ooh's and aah's from the crowd, but they don't drown out Sunny's yelps and groans of pain as Evonne punches one breast and then the other. They're quickly red from the abuse and still Sunny can't lift her legs over the ropes to free herself from this humiliating torture. Evonne's laughing at her, slapping her face and punching her breasts to show her dominance over the helpless blonde. "Does it hurt, bitch? All you have to do is say 'I'm sorry' and I'll stop." Finally, Sunny gets her left foot up and over the ropes. She tries to stand but just as she gets her right foot free and on the mat, Evonne grabs her by the hair and hauls her out of the corner, sits down and slams both feet up into Sunny's belly. She sends her flying over her head and out into the middle of the ring on her back. Sunny's slender body lands hard and bounces, then rolls over and comes to a stop on her stomach, her arms and legs spread. Evonne walks over and drops a leg across the back of Sunny's shoulders, then gets up and drags the beaten blonde to her feet by an arm. Sunny's legs are wobbly and she can hardly stand. She's bent over at the waist, her upper body parallel to the mat as Evonne twists her arm and forces Sunny to drop to her knees. "You look a lot more natural on your knees, my pretty," Evonne cackles, sounding like the Wicked Witch as she twists Sunny's arm some more. It brings another howl of pain from the proud young blonde. The referee leans in and asks Sunny if she wants to submit, but she shakes her head vigorously, biting her lip against the pain in her arm and shoulder. "No . . . never!" she sobs. Evonne just giggles as she swings a long leg over Sunny's arm, plants the foot under the blonde's breast and throws herself backward to the mat. Sunny's arm is nearly wrenched out of the socket as she's lifted and thrown backward beside Evonne. She lands on her back with a loud, anguished scream! Her free hand clutches her shoulder as Evonne gets up and pulls her back up to her knees using her tortured arm. "Pl . . . please. . ." Sunny sobs as she bends forward, her head touching the mat. Her firm young breasts with their rock hard nipples are hanging down; swollen from the punishment Evonne has inflicted so they look a size bigger than usual. Quite a sight, but I'm sure Sunny prefers them non-swollen. Evonne looks at the referee and with a proud smile says, "Ask the bitch again. I think she's ready to apologize now." The referee bends down and asks Sunny, "Are you ready to submit?" Sunny hesitates, her lower lip trembling, "I can't . . . can't give in to that bitch." Evonne has a big smile, "Wrong answer bitch." Evonne slams her foot into the pit of Sunny's stomach and her entire body quivers as her head snaps upward, then she collapses to the mat with the breath is driven from her slender body. Evonne drags the gasping blonde to her feet and whips her into the side ropes. She ducks her head as Sunny rebounds and high lifts her over her head. Sunny's body is nearly seven feet in the air at the apex, then she crashes to the mat on her back. She writhes in pain, gasping for air and holding her back with both hands, her legs moving slowly in a bicycling motion as she rolls onto her side. "Poor baby," Evonne giggles as she wraps her hands in Sunny's sweat-matted blonde hair and slowly lifts her to her feet, bends her over and holds her head at waist level, setting her up for her 'GoldNight' finisher. Sunny's evening is about to come to an end and there's little she can do about it. Wait . . . with the last of her fading strength, she uses her good arm and drives her open hand, spade-like, up between Evonne's open legs. OWWW! Evonne's hands lose their grip on her hair and her lips purse in a silent 'o' as Sunny dips her knees and lifts. Evonne flops over Sunny's shoulder as Sunny's able to lift the big woman off her feet. She holds Evonne chest high, then she drops her over her knee in a poorly executed but still effective face-to-face Atomic Bomb. Evonne's lanky spine compresses on impact, her teeth chatter. She sits on Sunny's knee, motionless, just staring into Sunny's grinning face in shock for several seconds before she slowly topples over backward on her back to the mat. Sunny tries to get up, but she's too weak and collapses across Evonne's chest, pinning her shoulders. The referee counts, "One, Two, Thre. . ." but Evonne shoves Sunny off and lifts her shoulder just in time to avoid the pin. Sunny sits back on her haunches, winds up and slams her fist into the side of Evonne's jaw as she tries to sit up. Evonnes' head snaps to the side and Sunny's follow through carries her across Evonne's body. Sunny's laying on Evonne's stomach as the referee checks Evonne's shoulders and then slaps the mat three times. Evonne doesn't move as the bell rings to finally end this tough fight. New Age rushes into the ring and helps Sunny up as the referee raises her arm. Sunny is still coherent enough to grab the microphone and yell at the unconscious Evonne, "I apologized to you once Evonne. Consider this your final public apology bitch. I'm sorry you're such a pathetic loser. I'm sorry I didn't kick your ass a long time ago and I'm sorry I didn't kick it worse tonight. I would have loved to, but I promised to fight fair." Sunny throws the microphone on Evonne's stomach and the THUMP echo's in the silent arena. Applause starts to build until, by the time Sunny climbs through the ropes in front of the camera and gives the world a close-up look at her battered, yet still perfectly formed breasts, it has grown to an ovation. In the ring, the solitary body of the unconscious Evonne Carmikel lays on it's back, her chest heaving with each breath, one leg slightly drawn up under her, the other stretched out straight. As Sunny climbs down the steps, she is met by Thomas Ashton, who kisses her and congratulates her on, "a magnificent victory." Niels van Vliet, the Commissioner, also kisses her and suggests she, "Put your top back on when you have time. There's no rush. I like the view, I just want it on the record I said that." Then he says she's now one of the top contenders for a title match. It brings a smile to her face and those of her mother Ginny and step-mother Mitzi. *** On their way to the dressing room, Sunny and 'New Age' pass Mr. Love Jones and Erotic. They exchange cool glances but the new arrivals have their eyes on Evonne's limp form in the ring as they make their way toward the ring. Mr. Love Jones pushes the usually ineffective Carmikel Inc., security guards aside as Erotic climbs the steps. As she leaves the arena, Sabrina Rage turns to look over her shoulder and shudders. She's probably thinking as I am, "What goes around, comes around." Up in the ring, Erotic squats on Evonne's chest and holds smelling salts under her nose until her head snaps back and forth and she starts to come around. Still semi-conscious and barely coherent, Evonne doesn't realize what's happening as she's picked up and thrown over Mr. Love Jones' shoulder. Her glazed eyes look down at Erotic and she mutters, "Goldielocks? What do you want?" The crowd sits in hushed silence . . . is the First Family getting back together? Is Erotic here to injure Evonne before their upcoming match? Isn't the humiliation and punishment Evonne took from Sunny enough? Erotic looks up at Evonne and says in her Caribbean accent, "Lissen 'ere ya rich slut - you're gonna rue da day you ever cross da Firs' Famlee." Hearing that, Evonne starts to squirm, trying to free herself away from Mr. Love Jones' cluthes. Finally, she slips off his shoulder, but her weak legs can't support her and she collapses to the mat. From her knees, Evonne throws a punch into Erotic's stomach, but it has little affect. She's still too weak to fight back after her grueling match with Sunny. Erotic laughs and grabs Evonne by the back of the head, then smashes her face across her knee. Evonne's head snaps back and her body slumps to the mat. On her back, probably unconscious again, Evonne is helpless. The only sign of life are her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each breath. Erotic stands over Evonne, smiling wickedly as she reaches down and grabs Evonne's limp body. She drags Evonne up to her knees and puts her head between her chocolate thighs, setting her up for 'Pure Xtasty' her version of Evonne's Goldnight. Evonne's limp body is lifted in the air, Erotic holds her there a moment, smiling at the camera, her cheek against Evonne's body. Then she drops and Evonne comes crashing down in a heap to the mat as Erotic performs her 'Pure Xtasty' with pure ecstasy. Erotic sits there with Evonne's head buried in her crotch and a wide smile on her face. She reaches over and hooks Evonne's legs, pulling them up as she perches proudly on Evonne's face. The crowd cheers, enjoying a moon-shot of Evonne's better side (personally, I like Gayle and Sunny's butts better, but then they don't pay my salary, so Evonne's better side it is!) Mr. Love Jones drops to the mat and performs a five count to make the point that Evonne isn't getting her face out of Erotic's crotch anytime soon. After a long sit, Erotic finally gets up and releases Evonne's legs. They unfold and flop lifelessly back down to the mat. She's flat on her back again. This could be a difficult habit to break now that she's fighting single, without the safety of a stable to back her up. Maybe she'll find out how the 'little people' feel every day. Erotic stands up, one foot on Evonne's breasts as Mr. Love Jones begins taking pictures of her posing over Evonne's body. After three pictures, he hands one to Erotic and puts the other two in his jacket pocket. Erotic looks at it, laughs, then folds the picture and shoves it in Evonne's mouth. Mr. Love Jones and Erotic both roar with laughter. Filled with pride at the way she beat an injured and unconscious woman, they leave the ring together. In the ring, Evonne lays on her back . . . unconscious . . . a picture sticking out of her mouth . . . the crowd sits in shock . . . then a figure emerges from the shadows and goes to the ring . . . the end. (or is it a new beginning?)