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Sarah McLachlan and Sarah Paulson stood in the middle of the wrestling ring, so close that their eyes could almost touch. They were dressed in bikinis, but the only thing similar about them was their first names. Sarah McLachlan's was a bright shade of red, showing off her muscles, and Sarah Paulson's was a dark onyx that made her look mysterious. The tension was thick.

The moment the bell chimed, it was as if a dam had broken. They lunged at each other, their bodies a blur of motion and color. The crowd at Madison Square Garden went wild, their roars mixing with the sound of the bell. It was like nothing anyone had ever seen before.

They rolled around the ground, choking each other. The mat beneath them was slick with their sweat, making it hard for them to get a good grip. Each of them had their hands wrapped tightly around the other's neck, their knuckles white with effort. The smell of sweat and desperation filled the air, the scent of a brutal competition that had no rules and no mercy.

Sarah Paulson managed to flip Sarah McLachlan over, ending up on top of her.  The crowd went even wilder, their cheers echoing off the walls of the arena. The sound was like thunder, a testament to the intensity of the battle unfolding before them. Paulson began to rain down punches on McLachlan's face, each hit more vicious than the last. Her eyes watered, but she didn't give in. Instead, she bit down hard on her lip, a silent scream escaping through her teeth.

McLachlan's cheek swelled up immediately, turning a deep shade of purple. She tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth and felt the warmth of it trickling down her chin. Her vision blurred, but she knew she had to get up. This was no place to stay down. With a roar that could be heard over the deafening crowd, she pushed herself to her feet, her legs wobbling. The crowd leaned in, eager for the next move. Paulson was already up. Her first stomp, McLachlan rolled away, just in time to avoid the full brunt of the attack. The second stomp was swift and precise, aiming for McLachlan's ribs. A collective gasp escaped from the crowd as the sound of heel meeting bone reverberated through the arena. McLachlan clutched her side, her breath hitching in pain. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck, but she had to keep going. This wasn't just a match; it was a battle of wills, a fight to see who could stand tallest in the end.

Paulson smirked, her eyes gleaming with victory. She knew she had the upper hand, and she was going to flaunt it. She looked up at the giant screen hanging over the ring, the jumbotron that showed every move in high definition to the thousands of people watching. "Zoom in," she bellowed to the operator, pointing at McLachlan's retreating figure. The crowd's cheers turned to laughter as McLachlan's pain was magnified on the screen. Some of the audience couldn't help but snicker at the sight of the bruised woman trying to find a way to stand up to the relentless onslaught of Paulson. But McLachlan was not one to be underestimated. Her eyes narrowed, and she took the ridicule as fuel for her fire.

As Paulson strutted around the ring, enjoying the moment, McLachlan took a deep breath and braced herself. As soon as Paulson was close enough, she lunged-- and slapped the spit out of

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Paulson's mouth. The sound was like a gunshot, echoing through the arena, and the crowd went into shock.
 Paulson stumbled and tripped over her feet. She didn't expect that! Her smug smile vanished, replaced with a snarl. She reached back and slapped McLachlan with all her might. The sting was electric, but McLachlan didn't flinch. Instead, she slapped back, their hands smacking together like a whip crack in a duel.
The two women were locked in slaps and pain. Each hit was stronger than the last, but McLachlan had found her rhythm. She slapped and slapped. The crowd watched in disbelief as the two celebrities turned into gladiators, fighting with everything they had.

The slaps grew wilder and their titties jiggled with every hit, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing through the arena.  They could barely stay upright on their knees, but the hatred was stronger than any pain.

Paulson's hand flew back, and she delivered a powerful backhand that connected with McLachlan's cheek. The force of the blow was like a sledgehammer, sending McLachlan's head whipping to the side. Her eyes watered, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she used the momentum to swing back and slammed her palm into the side of Paulson's face with a wet smack. The sound was like a watermelon breaking.

They fell into each others arms, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, it looked like they might collapse, but then they pushed away, panting like animals. McLachlan's cheek was a map of bruises, and Paulson's eyes were swollen slits.

McLachlan swung her hand in a wide arc and slammed it into Paulson's mouth.Paulson's swelled eyes rolled back into her head, and she crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll.

McLachlan's muscles screamed with pain as she tried to push herself up, but she had to keep going. She stumbled over to the downed Paulson, who lay on her back, her chest heaving. She straddled her opponent and hooked her legs locking in a pin.

The referee slammed her hand on the mat once, twice, but only got a two count.  It was clear Paulson had no intention of losing from her emphatic shoulder lift.

Paulson's eyes were glazed , but she found a second wind. She pushed herself up to her hands and knees, the crowd holding their breath. McLachlan didn't waste any time. She came down with all her might, her hanmer punch connecting with the back of Paulson's head. Paulson's head snapped down and she fell flat on her face, her body going limp.

McLachlan went for the pin again and again only got a two count--she glared at the ref. The ref didnt care because she was doing her job.

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But then, something strange happened. A glint of light caught the edge of the ring, and both women turned to look. A folding chair had been thrown in by someone in the audience. McLachlan's and Paulson's eyes widened.

They both knew the power of a chair in a no-holds-barred match. It was a weapon, a tool to inflict pain and gain victory. They lunged for it at the same time, their bodies tangling as they reached out. They crawled across the mat slapping, scratching, clawing, grunting and using just about every move they could think of to get to the chair. It was a fight within a fight, each trying to outwit the other.

McLachlan untied the back of Paulson's bikini, but Paulson didn't care--she crawled out of it and reached for the chair--but McLachlan grabbed her wrist. "No, you don't bitch"

Sarah tried to unwrap her wrist, "You stupid, fucking, worthless, ugly, cxnt" she growled, spit flying out of her mouth.

Paulson had enough. She hammered McLachlan's ass cheeks until tears flowed--then she shredded her bikini bottoms and bit her ass hard. McLachlan screamed, but she didn't let go. She pulled the chair closer with her teeth. The crowd was in a frenzy, screaming, shouting, and throwing popcorn at the ring.

McLachlan managed to break free, the teeth marks a grim reminder of the bite as the jumbotron zeroed in on them. She swung the chair with all her might, aiming for Paulson who ducked and rolled away. She kept swinging but Paulson kept rolling out of the way until she finally rolled outside and almost got hit by the chair from a pissed off McLachlan who threw it at her.

That's when McLachlan rolled out and charged at Paulson. Paulson did the same thing and they crashed like bulls.

They grabbed each other's hair and started to pull and twist like it was a game of tug of war. The crowd was going wild, chanting their names, and throwing more stuff. They didn't care. They just wanted to tear each other apart.

They rolled around on the floor, smacking and scratching, their nails leaving trails of red on each other's skin. They were two animals fighting for survival, and the only thing that mattered was winning.

McLachlan picked up Paulson and threw her into the sea of cheering fans. Paulson crashed into a group of shocked spectators, taking a few down with her. The audience went wild, some cheering, some gasping in horror, but all with their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

McLachlan jumped off the barrier and splashed her into some empty chairs. Paulson looked like she was dead; the move wiped them both out.

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Their naked bodies laid on the floor, surrounded by the shattered remnants of what was once a neat row of seats. The plastic crackled under their sweaty skin as they struggled to get back up. The crowd was a mix of shock and excitement. They had never seen anything like this before, two famous women fighting with no rules and no mercy.

They tried to move but their bodies betrayed them. Every muscle screamed in agony, begging for rest. But the hatred was too strong. McLachlan managed to get to her feet, dragging a chair along with her. She held it high above her head and brought it crashing down on Paulson's ribs, the sound echoing through the stunned arena.

Paulson twitched under the chair, the air whooshing out of her lungs. Her eyes fluttered open to see McLachlan standing over her, panting, chair in hand. She knew she had to move, or this would be it. She could feel her ribs screaming, but she didn't have time to care.

McLachlan let her get to her hands and knees before baseball bat swinging the the chair right on her ass. Paulson had an inhuman scream of pain that sent the crowd into a frenzy. They were loving this brutal show. McLachlan felt the crowd's energy surging through her, pushing her to go further, to do something she'd never done before.

She stepped on Paulson's back and pinned her to the floor. Ripping off her bikini bottom and watching Paulson squirm, McLachlan raised the chair directly over Paulson's ass crack--she slammed it between her cheeks. The crowd went bonkers watching Paulson fight to stay conscious.

But Paulson couldn't do it.

McLachlan dragged the knocked out Paulson violently and threw her over the barrier back into the ring. She climbed back in the ring. She knew this was her chance to end it all, to prove once and for all who was the stronger one.

She dragged the unconscious Paulson to the middle of the ring by her and let her drop. Kicking her over onto her back, she out her foot on the titties of her opponent-- Sarah didn't even try to kick out.

The ref made the easiest three count of her career.

With her foot still on the naked and knocked out Paulson, her hand was raised in victory as the crowd screamed her name.

She spit in Paulson's face. "Bitch"

She spit in her face one more time before collecting her own discarded bikini and sauntering out of the ring and up the ramp with her arm raised again in victory.