WWE divas.

Jon and Jane walk through some large doors and find themselves inside an arena. The stands are packed and everyone is cheering as two WWE divas go at it in the middle of the ring.

Lita has Torrie Wilson up against the turnbuckle and is mercilessly pounding her with kicks and punches. Just as it seems the blonde diva is going to go down, she reaches out and rips Lita’s shirt off of her body. Lita’s perky breasts, with her hard nipples are exposed to the crowd. The fans cheer wildly as Lita covers her breasts with her hands and runs from the ring. The ref counts to ten and Torrie wins the match by count out.

The two reporters follow Torrie to the locker room. Jon starts off, “Sex and ****. Why do the two seem to go hand in hand so often? We are here talking to Torrie Wilson, Playboy Playmate and WWE diva to get some of the answers. Hello Torrie!”

“Hi Jon,” she replies, wiping the sweat of her face with a towel, “But before we go any further, I’m not a playmate. I did pose naked, but I I’m not in any official centerfold.”

Jon says, “Well, speaking on behalf of men everywhere, I thank you for being naked nonetheless!”

Jane pushes Jon out of the way and asks, “Torrie why do you think catfights are such a turn on for so many men?”

Torrie thinks for second, and then answers, “Lots of reasons I suppose. Partly, I think it’s because it’s how guys imagine they would be if they were women.” Torrie takes off her ring shoes and continues, “And as stupid as it sounds, some guys actually hope that if two women are pulling and grabbing each other long enough, they will suddenly start making out.”

Torrie pulls off her top and her breasts glisten majestically with her sweat. Jane responds, “Why do they think that? I mean, when two guys are fighting, they don’t think those two will start playing kissy face with each other.”

Torrie laughs and her breasts jiggle as she does, “Because guys are stupid. They see women as sexy and desirable. They can’t imagine that women don’t see other women in the same way. So, they come up with all sorts of weird ideas, like catfight kissing, and locker room orgies.” Torrie slips out of her skimpy ring shorts.

“Wow,” says Jon, “No tan lines.”

Torrie grins and heads to the shower. “Yeah, no tan lines, no pussy hair, and implants.” She turns on the water and lets the warmth massage her very fit, but not overly muscular body. “We wear some very risqué outfits in the shows. The producers don’t want to have to deal with somebody’s bush hanging out of her trunks, but they love cleavage. It’s almost a given that if you’re a woman who wants to be in the WWE you have to go up a bra size or two.”

Stacey Keilber walks into the shower opposite Torrie. “Unless they want to accent another attribute.” To punctuate her statement, she drops a bar of soap and bends down at the waist very slowly while picking it up. Water splashes off her tight, tiny ass and down her long sensuous legs.

Jane looks over at Jon. He’s looking at the three women in the shower with a face filled with hope. She doesn’t even need to ask what he’s thinking, it practically written on his face. “Please start making out. Please start making out.”

She sighs and thanks the divas for their time and drags Jon out of the locker room. “Let’s go somewhere else.” She says.

“Oh come on, just a few more questions.” Begs Jon.