Next, Charlize had signed up with Ms. Australia, Nicole Kidman, for her upcoming match against Twain. She was only Nicole's fourth valet, and she didn't appreciate being in a subordinate role, but Charlize would do whatever it took to get even with the Canadians for humiliating her in her debut match on the world catfighting scene. During a ringside melee, Charlize jumped big Natasha Henstridge from behind, knocked her out and dragged her from the arena. Unfortunately, Kidman lost the match so Charlize, after torturing Henstridge for a few days to get a measure of revenge, was back on the street looking for another fighter to take her in.

She traded Henstridge to the backers of Ms. India, Aishwarya Rai, in exchange for a position as an 'honorary valet'. Hardly befitting her stature, but at least she got access to the Canadians (Ms. India's next opponent) and that was all that really mattered. Henstridge was used and abused by the men (and women) of Bollywood as Charlize continued to plot revenge. Too bad Ms. India and her handlers ignored Charlize' warnings about Shania's tricks for, as she predicted, Twain's trickery won the day but while Shania was hog-tying Ms India, a ringside brawl broke out between the two nation's supporters.

Charlize jumped Celine Dion from behind as the pretty Canadian was on her way to the ring to chirp her national anthem. She dragged Celine out of the arena kicking and screaming, her cries drowned out by the noise of the crowd. As punishment for a spanking Celine gave her in the ring, Charlize spanked the singer until her cries were shrill enough to shatter glass. Two Canadian valets had now fallen to Charlize revenge!

Charlize next sought out Ms. USA, Sandra Bullock; Shania’s next opponent, to offer her advice and help. But, heeding advice from her jealous valets, Britney Spears and Vanna White, Bullock dismissed Charlize with a wave of her hand and the stinging rebuke, "I don't need another valet."

Charlize still figured out a way into the arena for the much-publicized and long-awaited 'Battle of North America'. She traded Celine's bound and gagged body to boxer Mike Tyson for a ticket. Both Theron and Tyson claimed to be satisfied by the arrangement. The only comment available from Celine was, "Mummmmmph!"

At last, Twain was defeated! As Sandra Bullock was putting the finishing touches to Shania, Charlize tapped Trish Stratus on the shoulder and, as the lovely little blonde turned around, Charlize landed a perfect right cross that dropped the petite Canadian cutie like a bad habit! When Trish came too some hours later, she was blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair. Charlize had just dealt with her third Canadian valet!

After the shabby treatment from Bullock's backers, Charlize put her feud with the Canadians on temporary hold as she cast her lot with Ms. Italy, Maria Grazia Cucinotta, scheduled to face Bullock next. Charlize figured the large league of Latin ladies could be invaluable support in her battle against the American valets. But while Charlize was busy entertaining several of her new Team Italy girlfriends, her humiliated hostage Trish Stratus escaped from Charlize' bondage.

Still, Charlize settled matters with Vanna White even before the fight started, ambushing her in the ladies room and catching her with her knickers at half mast, pounding the vapid Vanna senseless in a matter of minutes.

Charlize left Vanna hog-tied by her own pantyhose in a stall and went looking to settle her score with Britney Spears! Spears, it turned out, was badly beaten by Charlize in another post-fight melee at ringside while she was standing over the battered body of the beaten Bullock. Charlize gave Britney such a sound ass-kicking she peed her panties, allowing Theron to close the book on the American's and she eagerly went back to finish her unfinished "Canadian business."

Charlize traded her favors for access to Ms. Turkey, Hulya Avsar, and passed on several tips about Twain's techniques that she'd picked up as she had closely studied all of Shania's matches. Charlize's advice proved invaluable as Hulya easily pounded Shania's pussy and knocked the haughty Ms. Canada out of the tournament. But that wasn't enough for Charlize who had barely avoided capture herself as Canada's lead valet Pam Anderson and her Canadian cohorts had nearly cornered Charlize in the balcony of the arena during the match.

On the run for the first time since her loss to Shania, Charlize paid a visit to Ms. Korea, Sung Hi Lee who sheltered her while Pam and her cronies searched the city for her. After paying the 'rent' for the night, Charlize left Sung Hi's the next evening and headed to the arena. She wore a disguise so Pam and the other Canadians looking for her wouldn't recognize her. She got in using the pass she'd stolen from Sung Hi's night stand after the insatiable Korean had finally fallen asleep early that morning after a marathon session of lesbian sex.

Right on schedule, Shania appeared, swinging her arms as she strutted down the dingy, dimly lit, corridor beneath the stands. While the arena for the event was as opulent as any Vegas Casino or Turkish seraglio, beneath the stands it was all bare concrete and dim 60 watt bulbs. Above her, Shania could hear the roar of the crowd as Sophie Marceau took her own revenge on Hulya Avsar. That's when Shania had decided to change and apply her make-up in her former dressing room.

The one thing Shania wasn't worried about any more was Charlize Theron! The tall, blonde Ms South Africa was last seen running out of the arena followed by Pam and several other valets, all of whom had axes to grind with her. Although Shania hadn't heard from Pam since late last night, she was sure the busty bimbo had everything under control. After all, when Pam wasn't posing for naked pictures or making bad movies, she headed her own executive security firm, 'VIP!'

Shania strode into her dressing room, snapped on the light and hung up the dress she was going to wear into the arena. It was a smashing silver lame gown that came to just above her knees and hugged every sensuous curve of her luscious body. She put down her make-up case and unzipped her dress, stepping out of it and tossing it over the back of the chair. Shania was wearing pantyhose, a red t-back thong and no bra. She put her hands on her hips and turned slowly, studying her reflection in the mirror and thinking to herself, "Those fools don't know what they're missing. Spending all their energy on Miss Cottage Cheese Thighs 2001 and a six foot gorilla."

Just then her eye caught the reflection of something behind her in the mirror and she spun around. She couldn't help gasping when she recognized Charlize Theron as she stepped out of the shadows and stood with her back to the only door. Shania was cornered!

"Well, well," Charlize hissed as she locked the door behind her and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. "I've been after you for quite a while and now that I finally catch up to you, you're all alone without your bodyguards to protect you. I'm going to enjoy giving you the beating I should’ve given you weeks ago."

Shania kicked off her shoes for better traction on the thin carpet and chuckled, "You couldn't beat me then and you certainly aren't going to now. I've improved since the tournament began and what have you been doing? Going down on horny old men and women and attacking my friends from behind. I'm going to get a real kick out of spanking your fat ass one more time."

Charlize tossed aside her blouse and let the short skirt she was wearing drop at her feet. She had on white thigh-hi's, a white push-up bra and matching bikini panties.

"You really need that?" Shania sneered, flicking her finger toward Charlize' bra. "Little as those tits are, it's either wasted padding or unnecessary. Hell, mine are twice as big as yours and look," she said as she turned to show Charlize her profile. "Not a bit of sag. Hell, if I don't need a bra, you certainly don't. Besides, I'm just gonna tear it off anyway."

Charlize flushed at the insult but she arched her back and reached behind her to release the hooks on her bra. As she fumbled with them, Shania took two quick strides forward, closing the distance between them in a flash and snapped out her right foot.

The sole of her foot slammed into Charlize' belly just where the soft, smooth curve of her tummy disappeared beneath the waistband of her panties. The blonde's mouth opened in a silent cry, her lips making a pouty little "o" as her eyes widened and she doubled over. Her bra, unhooked, fell away from her breasts and slid down her arms to her hands which were already crossed over the red spot on her belly.

Grinning, Shania grabbed a handful of Charlize' hair, jerked her forward and ran her across the narrow room, slamming her headfirst onto the dressing table. Charlize' head smashed into the cheap mirror surrounded by light bulbs at the back of the small table. Her chest dropped on the table where she lay dazed with her long legs dangling to the floor. Shaking her head at the stupidity of the blonde bimbo, Shania grabbed a handful of hair at the back of Charlize' head and heaved her to her feet, grabbing the waistband of her panties at the small of her back to hold her up as her knees buckled under her.

A thin trickle of blood was running down Charlize' forehead from a small cut just at her hairline where her head broke the mirror as Shania held her. The blonde's arms drooped limp at her sides as Shania turned her around and slammed her back against the wall, pinning her to the cold block wall with a hand at her throat. Charlize face was turning red as Shania's fingers dug into her neck, cutting off her oxygen. Charlize' eyes widened in panic and her hands fumbled at Shania's forearm as she tried in vain to pry the choking hand from her throat.

"What's the matter dumbo?" Shania cackled. "Cat got your tongue? Come on, let's hear you beg for mercy!"

Shania opened her hand and let Charlize body slump to a half crouch with her butt on the wall, massaging her throat as she gasped for air. Then Shania drew back her foot and snapped it up between Charlize' open legs! The impact on her pussy lifted the big blonde up slightly, then she pitched over on her face to the floor holding herself with body hands and moaning in pain. Shania stepped over Charlize' gasping form and walked to her dressing table, opened her make-up case and bent over to check her reflection in the mirror.

"Now look what you've done," Shania pouted as she kicked Charlize in the ass with her bare foot. "I've got to redo my make-up before my grand entrance. I swear, you're no end of trouble for me and my friends. I'm going to be so glad to finally be rid of you once and for all."

Charlize rolled over and struggled to get to her knees. She sat on her heels with her shoulders hunched forward and her hands still wedged between her tightly squeezed thighs. She was a sight to behold; a long crimson streak of blood curled down her forehead and across her left cheek at a sharp angle where it changed direction as she lay on the floor. Her bra lay loose across her thighs, the shoulder strap still around her left wrist. Her hair, carefully coifed moments earlier, was wild and disheveled and her stomach bore an angry pink footprint courtesy of Shania's 'welcome' kick.

The blonde blew the hair out of her eyes as she gazed up at Shania, then cringed as Shania reached out, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Well, almost to her feet! Charlize was about 3/4 of the way up when she swung her fist up from her crotch and punched Shania in the belly button. The brunette songbird gasped and lost her grip on Charlize' hair but remained standing. Charlize swung again, this a wild overhand right to the head that sent Shania reeling until the back of her knees hit the edge of a sofa and she sat down hard with an audible, "OOOF!"

Charlize straightened up and took a deep breath as she hitched up her panties and tossed away her bra. Then, her mouth set in a determined grimace, she advanced on Shania who was on her back across the sofa holding her jaw. She stopped at the foot of the sofa, grabbed Shania by the ankles and pulled, dragging the shrieking country singer forward until she dropped off the sofa onto the floor, landing on her ass with her bare breasts bouncing!

Charlize raised her foot and extended her arms, spreading Shania's legs wide. The frantic singer sat up, her hands clasped in front of her pleading.

Charlize grinned and said, "Let's see how you like liiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...."

Shania chuckled as she pulled her doubled, clenched fists out of Charlize' groin and rolled over backward, "Gee, you blondes really are the dumbest!"

Her face white, Charlize staggered a few steps with her legs bowed, her body bent forward, her hands clutching her throbbing, aching pussy. Shaking her head, Charlize was unable to believe what had just happened to her. Shania needed both hands on the arm of the sofa to push herself to her feet but after shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she advanced on Charlize who was still bent over breathing heavily and groaning.

Shania grabbed Charlize right arm, pulled her forward, dipped her knees and brought her fist up from the floor, burying the knuckles of her right fist deep in Charlize' right breast. The blonde whimpered as excruciating pain shot through her chest. The brunette kept turning Charlize around, putting her back to the singer. Then Shania pulled her head back by the hair, bending her over backward until her shoulders were parallel to the floor. Then she raised her arm and pounded her elbow down on the same breast! Charlize was knocked flat to her back by the crushing blow. She lay writhing and squirming in pain as she held her breast and sobbed in agony as Shania strutted around her. Shania kicked her in the back, snapping the blonde’s head back as her body reacted to the impact. The kick brought a groan from the hurting blonde and a tight grin to Shania’s lips.

"Bitch!" Shania snarled as she bent over and twisted her fingers in Charlize' hair.

She pulled the gasping blonde to her feet, swung her around and send her flying across the room into the far wall with a loud SPLAT as her bare torso slammed into the block wall. Charlize leaned on the wall, her fingernails clutching at the tiny holes in the concrete as she struggled mightily just to remain upright. Shania ran up behind her and threw herself into Charlize' back, crunching the tall blonde's body between her and the wall. As Charlize tender breasts scraped the rough wall, she moaned and the sound brought a smile to Shania's lips.

"Oh this is just the beginning honey buns," Shania hissed in Charlize' ear as she grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

Shania held Charlize by the shoulder as she drew back her fist and targeted her perky little breasts for some more punishment. But just as Shania's fist came forward, Charlize grabbed her shoulders, pulled her forward and snapped her head down, smashing her forehead into Shania's face! The busty brunette country singer dropped on her butt like she'd been shot, her fist glancing harmlessly off Charlize' abs as the tall blonde stumbled forward and tripped over her, then fell to the floor with her legs draped over Shania's prostrate body.

Both women lay where they'd fallen for several seconds, then Shania grunted as she pushed Charlize' legs off of her chest and rolled over. Charlize slowly pushed herself up with her hands, then pulled her long legs up, folding them under her as she got to her knees with her chest heaving from the exertion of the battle. In the end, both reached their feet at the same time and, turning to face the other. They fell together in a clinch; their hands in fists and they started to pound and punish the other's body, resting their heads on each others shoulders as they beat away with no regard for defense; simply two women trying to beat the other into submission.

At first, Charlize' height and the longer length of her exposed torso were a disadvantage. Shania's fists beat a tattoo on her ribs, abs and flattened her breasts. But in the end, Charlize' longer arms and powerful legs were decisive as she was able to curl her fists in behind and under Shania's shorter arms, pounding her kidneys and beating her sides until the compact brunette's body was black and blue from armpit to her hip. Slowly, Shania was being forced to take small, but important, backward steps under the unrelenting punishment of Charlize' pulverizing fists.

Shania felt her butt touch the wall and she tried to twist aside to keep from being trapped, but as she turned her hips, Charlize fist slammed into her kidney and, with a squeal of pain, the proud country singer dropped to her knees. Charlize stood up straight, took a deep breath and grabbed Shania’s hair in both hands, then swung her knee forward and caught the gasping singer under the point of her chin. Shania crashed backward, her head smacking the hard wall, then she slid down to the floor out cold. Charlize leaned over, put her hands on her knees and sucked in a huge gulp of air as she smiled down at her beaten nemesis.

"See," she gasped, "I told you I could beat you."

Charlize rose up, stretching her aching body as she paced slowly back and forth in the small room, catching her breath before she exacted a final measure of revenge on Shania for humiliating her in front of the entire world after their opening match. A proud woman, some thought her ‘haughty’, Charlize couldn’t let go of the fact that she’d been spanked like a spoiled child by Shania’s valets while she looked on and did nothing to stop it.

Now that Charlize had punished them, it was Shania’s turn to feel the wrath of ‘the Blonde Avenger’ - what some women at the tournament were calling her as they snickered behind raised hands about her all-consuming quest to repay the Canadian’s for humiliating her while other women; some treated just as badly if not worse, shrugged it off and went on with their lives. But Charlize was too young, too proud, to let any offense, no matter how trivial, go unpunished!

She grabbed Shania’s wrist and grunted as she struggled to drag the unconscious brunette across the carpet to the sofa. Charlize peeled down Shania’s pantyhose and began to hog-tie her just as Charlize had been hog-tied after their match by Shania. She had just secured Shania’s left wrist when someone started knocking on the dressing room door.

"Shania! Shania, are you in there?" a woman’s voice called. "Shania? Theron’s been seen in the building. Why don’t you answer?"

"Shit," Charlize muttered as she looked around and snatched up her discarded bra to gag Shania in case she woke up and tried to scream.

Charlize wrapped her bra around Shania’s mouth twice and tied it behind her head. She was just starting to tie her hands behind her when she heard a loud THUMP followed by THUD and finally CRAAASH! Turning around, Charlize heart skipped a beat as she recognized Natasha Henstridge getting up off the floor where she’d fallen after knocking down the door. Behind her were Pam Anderson, Celine Dion and Trish Stratus - all the women Charlize had kidnapped and tortured for their part in her humiliation. Now, they had her cornered and she knew her only chance was to fight her way past them so she could escape down the hall.

"Run away, live to fight another day," Charlize mumbled as she stepped forward and snapped her long right leg out.

The trained ballerina’s right heel caught the half-risen Natasha under the side of her chin and sent her sliding across the carpet on her back. Having dealt with the largest of the Canadians, Charlize squared up to face the other three women as they spread out in a semi-circle facing her. Celine was in the middle with Trish and Pam flanking her.

Assuming the former WWF women’s champion was the greatest threat to her, Charlize stepped toward Trish and started to throw a fist at the petite blonde’s head. Just as Charlize hoped and expected, Trish ducked - right into a spinning kick that laid her out on her back. Before Charlize could admire her handiwork, Pam had leaped on her back with her arms wrapped around Charlize’ throat and her strong legs clamped around her hips.

Celine moved around in front of Charlize and raised her hands, ready to start beating down the big blonde with her fists. Charlize reached back over her head with both hands, grabbed Pam by her huge mane of bleached hair and flipped her over her shoulder. Pam’s tight butt flew into the air as she screamed in panic, then she crashed down with her ass right in the middle of Celine’s chest. Celine went down with Pam on top of her, knocking the air out of both women. Charlize glanced over at Natasha who was on one knee, still shaking her head to clear it. Then she bolted out the door into the hallway to make her way freedom!
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Charlize came to a few minutes later. As her eyes slowly focused, she saw Sung Hi Lee standing over her wearing a broad grin and nothing else!

It wasn’t until she tried to sit up that she realized her wrists and ankles were both securely bound. Rolling over, she saw a sight that send a cold shiver up her spine. Shania, Celine, Pam, Trish and Natasha were all leering at her; they were all naked and were wearing five of the biggest strap-on’s she’d had ever seen in her young life!

"Wha….what happened?" Charlize muttered, realizing as she tried to speak that her lips were swollen and sore.

Sung Hi held up her fist and pushed it in Charlize’ face.

"You ran into this, blondie!" she chuckled. "I was in the hall when you came running out like your tail was on fire. You ran right into the ‘Seoul Sucker punch.’ What’s the matter, you didn’t think I could figure out you betrayed me so I’d lose that match? Then you come crawling to me and beg for help when these Canucks are chasing you? How stupid do you people think I am, anyway? As soon as you stole that pass from the night table and left, I called Pam and told her to watch for you here. Everyone at the tournament knew you’d be looking for Shania. They even had a pool on what time you’d arrive!"

Charlize slumped back down on the floor, realizing for the first time what a fool she was for undertaking her silly quest for revenge. Then she yelped as Sung Hi pulled her to her feet and threw her belly down over the back of sofa.

But then Charlize screamed when she looked up and saw the five Canadians advancing toward her with their dildos bobbing obscenely in front of them and it dawned on her what was about to happen.

Despite all her begging and pleading, Charlize spend the rest of the night, all the next day and long into that night repaying Sung Hi and her Canadian friends for her cruel treatment of them. In the end, it was the Canadians, not Charlize who exacted a final, ultimate revenge; leaving the exhausted, sore and weeping blonde with no recourse but to eagerly await the next tournament for a chance to repay them for their awful abuse and mistreatment of her soft, nubile and terrifically sexy body.

Hey, you may disagree, but that’s how Charlize sees it! Guess we’ll just have to wait for the next tournament to find out!!! Thanks for your interest!