Sunny McKay vs. Chloé (Special Re-Match) Special to the IFWF by Zim July 19, 1998 In a shocking development, the IFWF awarded the Chloé-Sunny match to Sunny because of outside interference by Jacki Frost but Sunny refused to accept it! "I wanna kick the bitches ass," the outraged blonde screamed at the commissioner. "Get that whore back here right now so I can give her the beating she deserves for what she did to Mom. I don't want my record *tainted* with a win due to that ignorant Jacki Frost getting too excited to keep her hands offa me. You gotta wonder what's up with her anyway? Isn't she supposed to be straight (sorta)?" The commissioner (after consultation with the ring referee and a review of the video tape) granted her request and re-scheduled the match as happy fans applauded a chance to see two of the IFWF's most "watchable" women in action. Sunny McKay, the IFWF's new "bad girl" trots down the aisle accompanied by her mother, the 39 yr. old Ginny who was embarrassed by Chloé a few weeks ago. It precipitated this "grudge match" for Sunny was livid at the disrespect shown her mother by the "French Tart" (as Sunny called her.) "Burning Heart" from Survivor " played as the 5'8" 120 lbs. 22 yr. old blonde vaulted over the ropes and landed spryly. On her feet were blue wrestling boots to match an electric blue thong bikini. Ginny paced nervously at ringside as Sunny warmed up looking uncharacteristically serious. Clearly, this was to be vindication for "The Family" and meant more than usual to the young Aussie. "Les Femmes de maux" blared on the sound system as the crowd rose and erupted in cheers of support as Chloé (looking to beat one of the McKay's in a second straight bout) jogged down the aisle toward the ring. As she reached the ring, she was suddenly met by Ginny McKay who said something. Her words were lost in the din of the crowd as Chloé stopped and took a step back. But Ginny smiled and offered her hand as Sunny leaned over the top rope and yelled, "Stay away from the bitch Mom, I told you I'd handle it." Ginny again said something to Chloé and opened her arms, offering a hug. Warily, Chloé let the older woman hug her. "Good Luck Chloé, no hard feelings," Ginny seemed to say and she rubbed the back of Chloé's neck in a friendly gesture, kissed her on the cheek and stepped aside to let her to enter the ring. Ginny went to Sunny's corner, picked up a wet towel and wiped her hands nervously as she took her place without looking at Sunny who glared at Chloé with hatred etched on her face. Chloé tossed off her warm up jacket to reveal a scarlet bikini molded to a terrific 5' 8", 141 pound figure. The 24 year old blonde beauty might have just stepped from the pages of a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue or Women's Fitness. She was clearly flaunting her figure to infuriate the smaller busted Sunny, but it only seemed to make her angrier. Perhaps that was her idea, to get Sunny irate so she'd lose control and make mistakes. Sunny proved in previous fights she can mix it up with bigger girls, giving as good as she gets but objective fans noted she could easily be 3-0 instead of 1-2 with a little luck and better discipline. The bell rang and both women sprinted to the middle of the ring. Chloé offered to lock up and the smaller blonde seemed to make a mistake accepting it. She grasped Chloé's hands and both women started to strain trying to get the advantage. Slowly, Chloé forced Sunny's hands down until her knees started to buckle. Looking a bit desperate, Sunny suddenly sat back and snapped both feet up into Chloé's stomach as she pulled her forward. Sunny flipped Chloé over her head and the big blonde landed hard on her back. Sunny pulled her hands free, rolled over and got to her feet, shaking her hands to regain feeling. Chloé was also up, but holding her back as they circled. Chloé tried a quick snap kick, but Sunny deflected it and kept circling with her hands in front of her. Chloé charged Sunny and as the slender blonde stepped back, the big girl bend and caught Sunny's leg, lifting it and dumping Sunny on her back. The ring shook from the impact and the young girl grunted as Chloé turned it quickly into a step over toe hold. Sunny slapped the mat with her hands, her face red as she twisted her body to relieve the strain on her leg. Finally, after Chloé started to taunt her about how she'd "string her up like her mother" Sunny put her other foot on Chloé's butt and shoved her off, freeing her leg. Chloé launched herself across the ring to the ropes as Sunny struggled to her feet limping just as Chloé rebounded and clotheslined her. Sunny flipped over backward and hit the canvas with a bone jarring impact. She lay still while Chloé walked around and used a handful of Sunny's long blond hair to roll her over onto her hands and knees while Sunny pawed at the hand in her hair. Chloé dropped and drove her elbow into Sunny's back and she collapsed on her stomach and rolled over holding her back. That's when Chloé drove her right foot into Sunny's mid-section. You could hear the air whoosh out of the slim blonde as her body convulsed. Chloé reached down and dragged Sunny up by the hair and pulled her forward, bending her at the waist, then dipped her shoulder, reached her arm between Sunny's legs, scooped her up and body slammed her down onto her back. Clearly, Chloé had come into the match intending to work Sunny's hard body and as she lay writhing on her back, Chloé stomped her tight stomach again. The young girl convulsed at the impact but even so, Chloé stomped her again. Sunny curled into a ball, her feet jerking, as Chloé strutted over to Ginny and gestured at her, "Now she getz zee zame as her old mother got." While Chloé postured, Sunny was catching her breath, but she was just up to her knees when Chloé came back and kicked her in the stomach again. Sunny grunted, but had time to tighten her powerful abs so the kick didn't do much damage to the fit young dancer. But Chloé didn't give her time to recover. She grabbed a handful of hair, hauled her up and whipped Sunny's back against the turnbuckle. The ring shook with the impact and the blonde's knees buckled as her head snapped backward, her blond hair flying. Chloé was perspiring heavily and breathing hard now, but she wiped her forehead and moved in with a knee to Sunny's belly that doubled her up. Chloé stepped back and when Sunny straightened, she raked her hands down Sunny's chest just as she had done to Sunny's mother in their match. The long sharp nails tore at the soft flesh, leaving long, red welts on the girl's skin. Again as with Ginny, Chloé yanked Sunny's top down to her waist, baring her perky, pear-shaped breasts. She screamed and covered her chest with her hands which was exactly what Chloé wanted. With her face exposed, there was nothing to stop Chloé as she raked Sunny's eyes and as the girl started to scream, drove an open hand to her throat. Sunny turned white, gagged and fell to the mat, flopping around holding her face and trying to breathe. Chloé stomped Sunny's back as she writhed on the mat in pain. Sunny grabbed the middle rope tried to pull herself up but Chloé held her ankles and lifted her feet in the air. Sunny held tight to the rope as Chloé pulled her body up parallel to the ring. Chloé looked tired, however, and staggered and almost lost her grip. Sunny tried to free her feet but Chloé kicked up through Sunny's spread legs and drove her foot in the blonde girl's stomach. Sunny grunted, lost her grip on the rope and fell on her chest to the mat holding her stomach. Chloé put on a Boston Crab and leaned into it, bringing a cry of pain from Sunny as the referee rushed to ask if she wanted to submit. She gritted her teeth and shook her head as she strained to reach the rope. Chloé shoved her hand between Sunny's legs, grabbed the crotch of her suit and started to pull, trying to drag her back to the middle of the ring and away from the ropes. Sunny's suit started to slip but she got a hand on the bottom rope and the ref ordered Chloé to break. Chloé released, but immediately dropped to her knees and tried to strip Sunny's bikini bottom the rest of the way off. Sunny grabbed it with both hands and held on. "Eef you geev up," Chloé giggled, "maybee Chloé not take your suit. Or, maybee yes. Then I geev you my 'special Chloé massage.' You like that yes?" The referee quickly moved in and put a stop to Chloé's "low tactics" and Sunny took advantage of the break to roll out of the ring. She talked to Ginny as she adjusted her suit. Ginny berated her young daughter for her failure to achieve any success so far, "Jeez Sunny, you're doing worse than I did." Sunny finished stuffing her breasts back into her top and climbed the steps. "I was just getting her tired," she laughed, "watch what I do to this Frog slut now." Chloé was sitting on the middle rope, wiping perspiration from her face and breathing heavily. Clearly, she was getting exhausted pummeling her fit young opponent. Sunny hopped into the ring and started to dance around, her hands up in a boxing pose. "Come on Chloé, let's get physical." Chloé came out and Sunny jabbed her in the nose with her fist, bringing a trickle of blood from Chloé and a warning from the referee about using a closed fist. Sunny circled as Chloé stood in the middle of the ring turning around to face her. Suddenly, Sunny lowered her shoulder and charged, slamming into Chloé's belly and driving her back into the corner. Her head snapped with the impact and both feet came off the mat. Sunny pinned Chloé with a shoulder in her chest and slammed her fists like pistons into the French girl's mid-section. The sound of bare knuckles hitting bare belly echoed in the hushed arena. No one had foreseen this unlikely turn of events after the way Chloé dominated the first part of the match. Sunny grabbed Chloé's hair and jerked the French woman's head down, grabbed her bikini at the hip and pulled. Sunny executed a picture- perfect 'snap suplex' that sent Chloé flying onto her back in mid-ring. She landed with a loud, "WHUMP!" and skidded to a stop on her back. Before Chloé could move, Sunny ran and did a front flip, landing with her tight little butt (and all her weight) in the pit of Chloé's stomach. The French girl jerked upward, her face hitting Sunny's back. She was met with an elbow smash to the side of her face and crumpled to the mat. Sunny had taken command now and she wasn't going to relinquish it. She wrapped her hands under the top of Chloé's bikini and used it to pull her up to her feet. Chloé's legs were rubbery and she looked about to collapse at any second. Sunny pull up Chloé's top and raked her fingernails down the woman's bare breasts. They jiggled as Sunny's nails gouged deep furrows in the flawless orbs and Chloé screamed in pain as Sunny's cruelty snapped her back from semi-consciousness. As Chloé clutched her throbbing bosom, Sunny grabbed her wrist, stepped under and twisted her arm into a hammerlock. She leaned into it, forcing Chloé up onto her toes and then rammed her into the corner breasts-first. Chloé's head whipped forward as her torso smashed into the thinly padded turnbuckle and her free arm flopped over the top rope. Sunny punched Chloé several times in the kidney, spun her around and then Irish Whipped across the ring into to far ropes. Chloé rebounded and stumbled as she tried to get her feet under her, but Sunny had moved forward and as Chloé came toward her, the lithe blonde side-stepped, wrapped her arm around Chloé's throat and clamped on a picture-perfect sleeper hold. Chloé's eyes widened, her hands came up and pawed at Sunny's forearm as her legs collapsed and she slowly sank to her knees. Her head tipped forward as Sunny tightened her grip and started to taunt the groggy French woman. "You think you're tough? Ha! You're nothing! I took everything you dished out and came back to whip your sorry ass." The referee came over, lifted Chloé's arm and dropped it. It fell limp to her side. He checked her eyes which had rolled back in her head. Once more raising and dropping her arm, he got not resistance. A third time still showed no life in the big French woman and he waved his arms and called for the bell, awarding the match to Sunny. She dropped Chloé on her back and stepped on one of the unconscious woman's bare breasts as she walked over her to greet Ginny who was already through the ropes to congratulate her daughter. Ginny kissed Sunny and handed her a wet towel, but immediately knelt beside Chloé and started to wipe her face and the back of her neck with a second wet towel. Ginny slapped Chloé on the back several times and breathed a sigh of relief when she started to stir. She lifted Chloé's limp body, wrapped the cold towel around her neck and called Sunny over. Together, they put their arms around Chloé's waist and half carried and half dragged her between them, her feet dragging behind her, to her dressing room. Nearly 20 minutes later Chloé came to on the floor of the shower in her dressing room. Icy water was spraying down on her. She shivered and looked around to see Sunny and Ginny sitting at her dressing table drinking the bottle of French Champagne she'd put on ice to celebrate her win. Ginny was sipping from Chloé's glass and Sunny was swilling the expensive bubbly straight out of the bottle. Sunny saw her trying to get up, tilted the bottle and got a mouthful of the expensive Champagne. She walked over and spat it in Chloé's face. "Enjoy your nap bitch? Next time, be careful to show a McKay respect, win or lose." With that, she stormed out of Chloé's dressing room. Ginny poured the glass full of champagne, came over and helped Chloé to her feet, supporting her as she steered her to her dressing table. The big redhead wrapped a towel around Chloé's shoulders. "You alright hon?" she asked. Chloé nodded and Ginny handed her the Champagne. "Let's drink to Sunny's victory." After a moment of hesitation, Chloé put the glass to her lips. As she drank she was thinking, "Zat leetle zlut won zis time, but zee nex' time . . . Zee nex' time I weel spit en 'er face and zen geev `er zat zpezial 'Chloé Massage'; won zat zee little 'ore weel nevair vorgit."