The other woman, statuesque young beauty Mandy Moore who Charlize had met up close and personal for the first time in the ring two short months ago. Charlize would rather not dwell on the particulars of that fight, particularly the desperate last few rounds. She'd rather just think of it as another tough win; which it was, though the "win" part is still called into question by many. As she watches, Theron aches for her former lover and great rival, Cat Bell; unable to stifle the perverse growing arousal she's feeling watching the veteran brunette laying against the ropes, soaking up leather she's helpless to stop at this point as the rampaging younger woman Mandy dominates her. It is the 7th of a scheduled 10 rounds and the defenseless ex-champion, Cat, looking old, heavy and slow throughout this one-sided bout, is now all but done. The younger, fitter, stronger Moore had taken control early, pounding the badly faded vet to the canvas for eight counts in both the 4th and 5th rounds. Now, with the former champion still on her feet, if barely, the referee makes it official, stepping between the two sexy antagonists to prop up the woozy, wobbly Cat Bell - waving off the fight as a jubilant Mandy Moore rejoices in the biggest victory yet in her still young fight career!

There is visible wetness on Char's silky smooth upper thighs as she watches Cat's handlers guide their rubbery legged charge to her corner; followed by another small shudder, trailed by even mores slick moisture spreading down the insides of her creamy thighs as Theron finally peels her eyes away from the sight of the wrecked older brunette slumped in defeat on her corner stool to take a long, lingering eyeful of the jubilant young beauty Mandy Moore. Charlize stifles a low gasp, thinking to herself, "Gawd, that bitch is a sight to behold... that face, that beautiful bod, big, strong legs... no wonder I had so much trouble with her ... she's gonna be a good one; no make that she's already a good one.... Poor Cat never had a chance tonight."

Charlize's ever vigilant manager breaks the heating up reverie of her famed charge. She's recognized the lingering smoldering gaze as far more than the mere idle distraction it was intended as. Up on the overhead screen while Moore finished off the former champ, Bell; can't help but notice now the dewy moisture streaked across Theron's exquisite upper thighs.

She pats Charlize on the back to get her attention, drawing an audible grunt from the lithesome blonde legend, before quietly intoning, "Come on champ, get your game face on; it's almost time to head to the ring,"

Charlize nods numbly, shudders again, thinking, "Of course, Jolie... get a hold of yourself girl... got another bitch to teach a lesson to tonight... and I will, dammit!" Then, audibly to her manager, she whispers, "Sorry, got a little distracted by the fight; but I'm ready to go now. Where's Angelina? Let me at her," she deadpans, doing a little quick shuffle with the feet and shadowboxing.

"Thatta girl," her manager purrs. "Let's go get em, champ!"

Charlize dons her silver robe, then surrounded by her entourage she begins to move toward the dressing room door. A still numbed Cat Bell, accompanied by her own glum entourage, passes by as they make their the way out the door. Char mumbles softly to her long-time rival and ex-lover, "Hey, tough luck tonight, gorgeous; but you gave her a good fight. That kid's tough."

But Cat hadn't - given Mandy a good fight, that is. She'd came in out of shape and rusty, and paid for it with yet another desultory effort in the fading twilight of a long, once sterling, career. But you don't say those kinds of brutally honest things to a woman you've spent many intimate moments with both in and outside the ring. So Charlize is just trying to be nice by glossing over the gory details of Cat's latest set-back. The battered and dazed Cat barely acknowledges the tall blonde, grunting glumly as she stumbles by, arms flung wearily over the broad shoulders of two handlers.

They are moving up the arena aisle now, excited murmurs sweeping through the large crowd as they see the great blonde, a former three-time champion. The murmurs turn abruptly to one final loud burst of applause for the triumphant young Mandy Moore sweeping right by Charlize and entourage on the way to a well-deserved shower. There is both mutual respect and not too subtle gamesmanship exhibited by the two long-stemmed beauties as they pass within feet of each other; Charlize offering up the predictable, "Nice job, Mandy." While Moore, perhaps growing a new ATTITUDE, first answers with the obligatory, "Thanks, Char," then snaps crudely, "You're next, blondie... there'll be no escaping my thunder next time."

Charlize bristles at the quick dig, but maintains her cool, snapping back, "Take a number and get in line, girlie; but you'll have to wait until I flatten Jolie, and then Cameron or Beyonce before you get another lickin' from me."

"Big words for an OLD ex-champ," Mandy purrs as she moves away.

Char turns in quick anger, but is soon steered back in the direction of the ring by her manager, who tells her, "Forget the mouthy kid, champ, concentrate on Jolie... Moore is still a NOBODY."

Charlize nods and moves with her people, stepping up lightly onto the apron to thunderous applause, slipping through the ropes as the announcer babbles on about, "THE ONE AND ONLY BLONDE LEGEND, CHARLIZE THERON!!" Despite her recent struggles in the ring, the glamorous, long stemmed blonde is still a big draw in the celebrity fight game.

Across from the "legend" stands Angelina Jolie, her rather undistinguished fight career filled with notoriety, paling in comparison to the long, legendary careers of Theron and Bell. Angelina has been waiting in the ring for several minutes, quietly warming up to polite applause and more than a few jeers. As said, in her fight career she early-on developed a notorious reputation; hardly a skilled fighter for sure, or, for that matter, showing little interest in serious skill development; but rather unashamedly adopting the mantle of a "take no prisoners" - a borderline dirty brawler who often tried to break down her opponents with raw aggression. It worked perfectly sometimes, not so well on other occasions and her record to date was a less-than-stellar 10 wins; 7 by KO, against 5 defeats, 3 by KO (plus another on a disqualification for repeated low blows.) She'd rather just throw the gauntlet down, wade in and duke it out in a free-for-all with her foes, a style that sometimes intimidates young or lesser fighters, but one also that good fighters, like Charlize, often readily exploits.

They'd met one other time, nearly two years ago when Charlize was still at the top of her game in the midst of a glorious 3rd reign as champion, riding a string of impressive triumphs that would reach an even dozen consecutive victories before the aforementioned Cat Bell finally took her down. Angelina, as disdainful of boxing reputations as of serious boxing skill, brazenly tried to rough up the taller champion in a brawling first round. It didn't work and by the end of the round, Angelina was weaving on her knees after a sizzling right hook from the champ. By the 4th round, Angelina was gone, knocked clear out by the great blonde.

But that was then; this is now! Angelina had publicly accused Theron of ducking her over the last year, lambasting her for choosing Cameron Diaz - whom Angelina had defeated in a ten round decision several months earlier - for what would turn out to be then-champion Theron's last title defense. More recently, she again ridiculed Charlize for passing up a return bout with her when Theron signed to fight "nobody" Mandy Moore instead in her in Theron's comeback bout after her shattering loss to Beyonce Knowles. So Angelina's an angry young woman now, admittedly not an unusual disposition for the slinky brunette, as she glares across the ring at Theron who stares right back at her; to all appearances completely unintimidated by her shorter foe. Charlize has trained hard for this fight and is in superb shape; her workouts leading up to the fight have been equally superb. Of course, Charlize has heard the whispers, even she can't escape the persistent rumors, being told in no uncertain terms by another mouthy bitch, Beyonce, who is fighting Cameron Diaz in the title match following this fight. Beyonce is bragging that the great Charlize Theron, is "shot" just like old gal-pal Cat Bell; seemingly on the steep down slope after a long, illustrious career.

And frankly, Charlize has done little to dissuade the critics since losing her title by knockout to Cameron Diaz over a year ago! Struggling to decisions over lightly regarded Naomi Campbell and Jennifer Garner were followed by a devastating KO at the hands of the bootylicious Beyonce; then the now infamous bout with young Mandy Moore in which Theron was lucky to escape with a controversial split decision victory. No, things have not gone smoothly over the past year in Charlize's fight world but she aims to right the ship tonight, shut up the mouthy tramp Angelina, and re-ignite her legendary career!

Charlize especially didn't like that Angelina had been installed as a slight betting favorite for the fight; with many, including Angelina herself, of course, and frequent Theron critic Beyonce Knowles, predicting an early round KO win for Angelina. Vegas sports books had bought into the notion, offering special wagers on which round either fighter will go down and stay down. Though there are still many loyal Theron followers wagering money on her to win in straight betting, few picked up on the special "KO round" wager. Not so Angelina's backers who with lively action and quite a bit of money going down on which round old "six round Theron" would fall. Much of the money has come down, not surprisingly, on the sixth round as the one where Charlize would hit the canvas for good. The fact that few gamblers are taking Charlize in the sucker "KO" bet rankled the leggy blonde legend, who admittedly had stopped no one in over a year! Charlize pounds her gloves vengefully as that distasteful little tidbit rolls randomly across her brain

Her anger spikes in the pre-match introductions at ring center when Angelina flippantly snaps, "I got big money on you going down in the 2nd, girl, just thought you'd like to know!"

Theron stays silent throughout the nasty little one-way exchange, though seething inside. She refuses to get in a public head game with the mouthy bitch; planning to let her trained fists do all the talking from here on out. She has long since shed the robe and her gorgeous lean, luscious body is resplendent in her customary cream string bikini. Angelina, not surprisingly, is clad in a black thong bottom and skimpy black sport bra and while Angelina is giving up several inches in height, both her bust and her attitude are more than a match for Theron's! Angelina has plenty of both and she isn't afraid to display either!

ROUND ONE
The bad girl through and through, Angelina comes out strong and aggressive at the first round bell. Theron meets her at mid-ring, flashing that old electric jab, slowing, but not stopping Angelina's bullish rush. It's Angelina setting the early tone, moving inside by ducking under Theron's jab to lift short rights into the golden body just barely above Theron's bikini waistband before wrapping her arms around the slinky blonde's torso and almost lifting her off the canvas as she bodies the taller girl back into the nearby ropes. Charlize howls in protest, drawing a quick rebuke by the referee to Angelina as he pries to them apart.

"This ain't no wrestling match, Jolie; let's box, ladies."

Even though she fully expected it, Theron nevertheless appears flustered by Angelina's early aggression and reckless brawling assault. She snaps a tentative, defensive, jab off the break, trying to keep the marauding brunette at bay long enough to clear space and regain her composure but Angelina swarms in on her almost immediately, disdainful of Theron's jab, pounding to the tall blondes lanky body as she drives Charlize back to the ropes where she THUDS three right body hooks into the blonde's side, the last coming in well under the side straps of Charlize's bikini bottom, pasting the smooth skin of Theron's left hip as the former champ grunts, then groans and finally holds on as she whines, "Low blow, ref! Watch the low blows!"

The referee moves into the break the clinch, glances quickly at a small, telling, purple welt rising on the smooth pale flesh of Theron's hip, then turns and snarls at the smaller brunette, "This is a warning Jolie, keep your punches above the trunk line."

She merely sneers contemptuously, backs up, gloves low, almost daring Theron to come at her with head shots but Charlize hesitates, still seemingly unnerved by the brazen brunette. She finally answers with a tepid, defensive, jab as Angelina comes on again. As the first connects, Angelina hesitates momentarily, taking the soft jab on her forehead, then deflecting the second pedestrian jab on her uplifted bicep as she comes bulling in again. Charlize is pinned to the ropes, taking body blows, 4-5-6 in a row, before answering with a left body hook of her own, then a right; trying unsuccessfully to slow Angelina's assault. Some in the crowd are already booing Theron's passivity; and her own manager is screaming her head off, imploring, "Come on, Char, wake up, don't let her do that to you! Move your ass dammit!"

Near round's end, Charlize makes a brief attempt to reassert some semblance of a fight plan, snapping a pretty good jab that Angelina shakes off, but steps back from. Buoyed, Theron feints the jab and comes back with a good right cross. Angelina, gloved hands held disdainfully low throughout the round, takes the punch on the side of the face and is staggered to her right by its force. But Charlize doesn't follow up quickly enough and Angelina, shaken but not seriously hurt by the right, comes on once again, pushing the still all-too-submissive Theron to the ropes where she lands two or three more body shots just before the bell while Charlize grimaces and just holds on. The bell rings just as the clinch is being broken; and, as the fighters untangle and the ref starts to move away, Angelina swipes the heel of her right glove down across the small purplish welt rising on Theron's hip as she brushes by the lanky blonde. The slap draws an audible gasp from the former champion as both fighters head to their respective corners.

Back in her corner, Charlize is winded, hurting down below from the body blows, and newly angered by that taunting little swipe of the glove across her bruised hip after the bell. Her manager is also in her face, snapping, "Listen, girl, you can't play Jolie's game. Don't let her just put you on the ropes and work you over out there. You're a better fighter than that!. Go out and prove it, damnit!... snap those punches in there, lay her out flat where she belongs."

Charlize nods her head dumbly, unconvincingly. Despite her brilliant preparation for this fight, she's clearly fighting the inner demons from recent ring struggles, and is filled with self-doubt about her seemingly diminished fight stature. Her manager is right; she played Angelina's game in Round 1, and paid for it, with a tender midsection and a bruised hip. She can do better than that, but will she?

Over in the opposite corner, the notorious bad-girl, Angelina, is beaming. Despite being warned by the ref for that low blow, she's clearly won this first round, and made the "legendary" Charlize Theron look bad in doing so. She couldn't be more full of herself. An inebriated male fan, stumbles toward Angelina's corner, yelling, "I loves ya, Angie, take her out this round, honey, I got big money on a 2nd round KO!"

Angelina leans over the ropes to slap five with the rowdy fan before he's quickly hustled off by security types, chortles loudly after him, "hey, brilliant mind's think alike, buddy, 2nd round is my money round too!"

Over in Theron's corner as the lithesome blonde rises to await the second round bell, her manager is incensed. "Did you hear that, Char?" she growls. "You gotta shut that bitch's yap up real quick, hear me?"

Charlize merely nods her head in grudging agreement. Things are unraveling fast in the Theron corner with her manager, who is supposed to be a steady "rock", coming unhinged at the outrageous antics and words of the brazen brunette. Char, or at least this newly vulnerable version of the once great champion, Charlize Theron, certainly doesn't need this from her manager of all people.

ROUND TWO
Charlize comes out looking newly determined, and focused at the second round bell, meeting Angelina's bull rush with crisp countering jabs and a good left hook that connects well enough to back up the smaller brunette. Angelina misses wildly, and badly, with a sweeping left hook of her own, takes another jab on the face and backs up some more, blinking in surprise from near the ropes. Theron has her opening, but doesn't take it, hesitating even as her still raging manager is yelling, "Get in there, Char, do it, NOW!"

Angelina is clearly winded from the quick exchange, shook some by Theron's crisp combos, not so eager now to wade right in. But Charlize dances around her, snapping a lazy jab. Angelina doesn't wait around for a second tepid jab, snapping back into form, wading in now, snarling, "this round, honey, you're going down" as she bodies up the taller blonde, pushes her back toward the ropes.

Charlize has lost whatever momentum she briefly had, Angelina landing two wide, low body hooks, one from each side, just barely above Char's bikini straps. The third is even lower, right on the skimpy thread of fabric crossing Theron's smooth right hip, drawing a low gasp from the blonde as she clinches and yet another warning from the ref. "None of that shit, ya hear me?" he angrily rasps at the brunette while breaking Theron's clinch; "you keep those punches above the trunk line, lady, or I'll throw your raggedy ass out of this ring, hear me?" Angelina steps back grinning wickedly, unfazed by his angry rebuke, moves right in again. There is a good exchange of body blows, both girls grunting with the effort and stifling gasps as punches connect on their lithe, sweat streaked bodies. Now they're tangled in a mutual clinch near the ropes, arm grappling, pushing at each other, legs to legs, chest to chest. Neither is complaining just now, so the ref holds off on breaking the steamy clinch; in fact he seems to be leering shamelessly at these two sexy, sweaty women locked in their close, heated embrace.

Charlize works the right arm down, digs a short, hard hook into Angelina's side, just above her thong string. The brunette grunts and twists with the sharp blow, loops her arms over both of Char's biceps, slams two short blows, one from each glove, into the sides of Theron's chest. The blonde groans; Angelina stays in her face and on her chest, working the arms over and in against Theron's heaving chest, pushing the former champion back on to the ropes now, the referee behind Angelina, briefly screened off from seeing the actual exchange of blows. Something's happening, Theron laying her head back, not even punching, now moaning loudly, "Unnngggg gawwwd, nooooo!"

Theron's manager is leaning on the ropes, yelling, "Get in there and break it up, ref, what the hell's wrong with you?"

The ref turns his head back toward Charlize's venting manager. As he does so, Angelina pulls her right arms loose from the tangle near Theron's chest and slams a short hard hook into the blonde's pretty face. Theron groans, head rolling to one side, legs wobbling, sagging forward into her opponent's arms. Angelina bodies her back on the ropes yet again just as the referee finally does his job, moving in to break the long tangled duo. Theron's head is lolling back, arms dropping as Angelina disentangles, her right thumb hooks the top of Charlize's skimpy bikini cup as she pulls away, dragging the flimsy fabric down and off the stiff peak of Theron's smallish, but very firm, left breast.

The referee pushes Angelina back and to one side, all the while staring incredulously at the lanky blonde, who still lies propped back on the ropes, one tit partially bared, its pinkish brown nipple hard and swollen. Then, as he moves to check on the swooning blonde, Theron sinks slowly to her haunches down along the ropes, fumbling clumsily with one gloved hand at the crumpled bikini cup while she crouches on her knees beneath the ref, trying to pull it back over the bared nipple. The referee blinks again, begins to count over the crumpled blonde while Angelina slowly walks back toward the neutral corner.

Theron manages to straighten the bra cup soon enough, lurching to her feet by the count of 7 and taking a mandatory 8 count before the referee signals for the match to continue, after giving Angelina a stern look, pointing one arm directly at the advancing brunette and loudly intoning, "That's a one point deduction."

"For what, molesting a bimbo?" Angelina jokingly asks.

She draws another stern look from the ref and a terse, "I don't want to hear none of your lip, lady!"

Angelina makes a face at him, but keeps the yap shut as she moves in on Charlize, who still looks flustered and confused, lingering in the corner, arms drawn up around her already well worked over chest, gloves curled around each side of her face. Angelina takes what's given her in the few remaining seconds of the round, slamming a left and right body hook, legal, above the bikini strap blows this time, with Charlize still in her protective shell. The bell sounds soon enough before Angelina can launch any more body shots and with the drunken idiot who laid down big bucks on a 2nd round KO screaming at Angelina as he staggers toward the ring yet again, "Wassa matter with you, Angie, you needed to take her out this round... remember, you and me, we had big money on it honey!"

The security folks catch him halfway down to the ring edge and start to hustle the obnoxious fan out for good, Angelina yelling after him, "Oh, did I say 2nd round?... oops, forgot, my money's on the third round, HONEY!"

Theron is weaving somewhat dazedly back to her corner as this little exchange is going on. She seems more distracted and embarrassed than seriously hurt from the unfortunate, some would say, delicious tittie-baring incident a bit ago. Her manager props her back against the turnbuckle as she plops down; is instantly in her face again, snarling, "damnit, Char, I told you not to play her game. She's a mauler, not a fighter. You're above all that shit, aren't you?" Charlize merely groans in response, sucks down water, her super sensitive, hard and distended nipples poking urgently out against the sweaty, clinging fabric of her skimpy bra cups. Despite the one point deducted from Angelina, seemingly for "molestation" as Angelina breezily referred to it, Charlize is trailing in this fight, having been out brawled and mauled by the aggressive brunette through two steamy rounds. She lays her head back on the turntable just before the bell, eyes closed, trying to re-focus all her remaining strength and will in to righting the ship; and she must do it FAST, for she has so far looked like a lost, startlingly vulnerable soul out there!

If you can believe Angelina, it’s this round coming up, the 3rd of 10 scheduled, in which the cocky brunette expects to chop down the embattled blonde, and make big money at the sports book by doing so. Many in the crowd heard the exchange of words between Angelina and the drunk just a minute ago. Many of those same fans, not a few who had begun booing the once immensely popular Charlize Theron for her desultory response to Angelina's aggressive attack in the opening two stanzas, are now standing as the 3rd round begins, a loud buzz settling over the crowd, the bloodthirsty lust for the thrilling KO taking over. Angelina has flatly stated it; Charlize has done little to dispute it. This is the round Angelina is gonna go head-hunting and flatten the leggy blonde legend; or so she thinks!

ROUND THREE
Charlize is grimly determined, moving out stiffly, but steadily, still doing little with the jab save fending off Angelina's brazen, bullish rush as they come together, but standing in better now, exchanging body blows as Angelina tries, unsuccessfully, to muscle the bigger blonde back on the ropes. Angelina, surprised by this sudden stubborn resistance from the formerly passive blonde, shoves off with the gloves impatiently, swings into a wild left hook; but Charlize blocks it on the arms, answers with a much crisper jab this time, and another. Angelina takes both jabs solidly, with meager defensive effort, backs up now, shaking her head. And Theron is suddenly on the offensive for the first time this fight. Looking newly determined, she leads with a much crisper jab than seen in the first two stanzas, uses the jab to set up a quick, hard right cross. The punch catches the haphazardly defending Angelina on the side of the face sending the stunned brunette stumbling to her right. There's no hesitancy now in the revitalized blonde, Charlize stepping with the punch driving a shaky Angelina back into the ropes, ladling the body blows in while Angelina covers, trying to steady suddenly shaky legs beneath her.

Over the past year or so, the leggy blonde hasn't been able to dial it up with any consistency, certainly hasn't shown the ability to pound the punches round after round like in the glory days; but at her best its still vintage Charlize Theron, carving up a less skilled, outgunned foe. Like she's doing now, for instance, making the brawling bad-girl Angelina, who had so cockily predicted a knockout this round, look flustered and plain BAD! But Theron's admittedly diminished "thunder" has to come in spurts these days, and inevitably she tires in the latter stages of the round, Angelina riding out the storm, now clinching with the arm weary blonde, digging a left hook into Theron's side, the punch barely legal, smacking the thin padding on Charlize's hip bone painfully. Theron bellows in quick pain, groping, pushing to get away from the pawing brunette even as the referee moves in to break up the clinch. Theron moves back, turns her head briefly to jaw at the ref about the borderline low blow, the left side of her face briefly exposed as she does so.

Angelina, though embattled and embarrassed most of this round, still has the moxie to exploit the slim opening, leaping out with an awkward right hook that catches the momentarily distracted ex-champ square on the jaw. Charlize is staggered by the wild jaw buster, stumbling to her right, the right knee buckling dangerously; now giving way as she falls against the ropes, groping at the top strand to try to stay upright, her long lovely legs splayed wide in rubbery disarray beneath her. There's bedlam in the arena as this see-saw fight has suddenly, shockingly, taken a new, bizarre turn, with Charlize now draped on the ropes, seemingly in instant "la-la land.” The referee turns to check on the slumped blonde, appears ready to begin a standing 8 count over the woozy ex-champion; but, as he does so, Angelina brushes right past him, hammering a vicious downward left to the unguarded face of the swaying legend. Theron's head whips back in a quick spray of blood from a freshly cut right side of her lip. She dangles one-armed, twisting against the ropes, long legs, for the moment at least, all but gone. Her head is bowed forward, blood dripping from the cut lip on to her chest and tight, toned tummy, while the referee angrily pushes the brawling brunette back, pointing an accusing arm at her as Angelina slowly retreats to a neutral corner, dark eyes wildly flashing, pumping her gloves together, shouting at the bloodied, woozy blonde, "YOU'RE NUTHIN, BITCH, NUTHIN, HEAR ME???".

Poor Charlize probably hears little at the moment save the ringing in her ears from Angelina's vicious sucker punch. Her own manager is up on the ring apron, clutching the ropes angrily, leaning into the ring, screaming, "GET THE BITCH OUT OF THIS RING, REF, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD... THAT'S AN ILLEGAL BLOW!!"

The referee appears just as peeved with Char's manager as he is with the brazen street fighter, Angelina, snapping at Theron's manager, "I'll decide what's legal or not in this ring, lady;" then turns away from the still howling Theron corner and holds one finger up in the air while pointing accusingly at Angelina and barking, "That's a one point deduction for a late hit!"

She makes a face, scowls, pouts, snaps back, "Whaddya mean, 'late hit'? The bitch was still standing, for chrissakes!"

"Shut your trap, woman, or I'll DQ you!" he growls before finally turning back to the swaying blonde, left destitute on the ropes during all this time.

The referee moves in to begin his delayed count over the cold-cocked blonde beauty, with Theron's lone looped arm letting go at the count of "3" as she drops down to one hip along the ropes. The count goes to "6" with the dazed blonde still slumped on one hip, fumbling woozily at the ropes with one arm. Over in the neutral corner, Angelina raises her gloved hands, anticipating the 10 count, smiling broadly. But at "7", with Theron still groping the ropes, the bell rings, ending the topsy-turvy round. Angelina drops her arms quickly, pounding her gloves in disgust; the referee, however, breathes a huge sigh of relief at the fact that he hasn't had to face the dilemma of counting Theron out after an obvious dirty late hit. He still must face the wrath of Char's manager, though, who virtually ignores her woozy, wobbly charge, now up and stumbling to her corner, to tear into the ref face to face about Angelina's tactics. The ref hears her out while also getting an earful from Angelina's manager claiming her fighter did NOTHING WRONG! He turns at last, looks at the ringside judges and intones, "On further deliberation, Ms. Jolie is being assessed an additional point deduction for hitting after a referee time-out; but there will be no disqualification.... The fight will continue with the 4th round bell."

So the bizarre third round goes into the books, with Theron clearly scoring more points on form; but battered to the canvas by the brawling brunette late and getting serious attention in the corner now from her angered manager and corner handlers. The woozy senses come around some from a quick snap of the ammonia capsule under her nose; the cut lip is similarly doctored, stemming the trickle of blood, even the blood specks on her heaving chest and flat tummy have been carefully washed away by an almost too eagerly attentive handler, the young, pretty brunette lingering over one smallish, firm breast, even pulling the bra cup down enough so that she can run the damp cloth right up to and over Char's hard, distended nipple, smiling sweetly while the blonde legend murmurs softly. The attendant keeps working the hard nipple for several seconds; and Charlize keeps murmuring, almost gasping at one point, in responding to the over-zealous ministrations, which abruptly stop as Char's manager, hearing Char's only half stifled gasp, turns and snaps at the young brunette, "Knock off that shit, hear me?" The brunette nods self-consciously, stepping back quickly after re-positioning Theron's bra cup. They pull her up now for the 4th round bell and a simmering rage suddenly grips the lean, lovely blonde. She is alert enough to almost fully grasp what happened at the end of that last round; and she's already re-focused slightly glazed over eyes from the corner attendant's extra-curricular "tit rubdown"... that kind of stuff happens fairly frequently in the blonde's corner it seems! She's used to it, used to re-focusing her energies on the fight at hand after such admittedly not unpleasant diversions. And she's uncommonly focused now; and, as said, simmering with rage. But it's a tempered rage, the vastly experienced blonde listening intently as he manager whispers to her, "Listen, Char, use this shit to your advantage; let her think she's hurt you bad, draw her in, but cover yourself; then counter-attack in close... she's a bum, no class no skills... you can pick her apart inside... just keep your head about you, don't get into head games with that bitch, understand?" Charlize nods in silent agreement and moves out at the bell.

ROUND FOUR
Angelina stomps to the attack, Charlize lingering near her own corner, guard up, flicking the jab. Angelina senses the "fear and uncertainty" in her foe; or at least she thinks she does, bulling in, brushing off Theron's two flicking jabs, pinning the taller blonde in her own corner. Charlize winces at a couple hard body shots, gloves still tucked up high, snaps the left body hook in herself, now, drawing a sharp grunt from the brunette. Angelina swings an answering left hook, low and wide, but picked off by Char's quickly lowered right arm. Angelina stays in close, trying to weave the left uppercut in over Theron's lowered guard; but the punch is awkward and telegraphed and Charlize swivels her head away in time.

A funny thing is happening now in the crowd; fickle and surly fans who were roundly booing the passive blonde in the opening two stanzas now joining the mounting Charlize chant as Theron expertly counters every lunging attack by the brawling brunette. It's as if the beautiful ex-champ has quickly won back many of those same fickle fans with her plucky comeback in the 3rd; not to mention earning huge doses of the sympathy vote after Angelina's blatant cheap shot put her down, dazed and bloodied, at the end of that last round. It's become Charlize's crowd, by and large, once again, their cheers rising as Angelina, impatient, flustered, backs off a step or two, lunges into a wild, sweeping right hook aimed up high... misses by a country mile! Charlize doesn't, her countering left cross catching the lunging brunette's carelessly unguarded jaw. Angelina clinches, clearly shaken by the punch, the referee untangling the sweaty duo. Angelina tries to stay in close and on the attack after the break; but Theron stings her with two body hooks, and partially connects with a following right cross up high; with Angelina only able to land a fairly pedestrian low left hook in the exchange.

The crowd roars as Jolie steps back, Theron fighting her way off the ropes mid-round, backing the befuddled brunette up to mid-ring, and actually standing toe to toe with her smaller foe, trading punches, something Charlize physically could not seem to manage against her last two foes, the bull-strong, thunder-thighed Beyonce Knowles and the big, strong young brunette, Mandy Moore. She is more than holding her position now against the less physically imposing Angelina in a wild, crowd pleasing exchange landing 5 or 6 good blows to maybe two by Jolie.

Angelina winces at the last solid shot, a rib tickler, and steps back a step or two, gloved arms dropping in a telltale sign of fatigue, mouth open, sucking in big gulps of air. Charlize is tired and winded some too from the furious exchange, but also driven by a fiery rage as she moves to the attack, driving her dark-haired girl back, ladling in the body blows as Angelina, for the moment, abandons her own faltering attack, covering up high; now clinching to slow the rampaging blonde. The ref breaks the clinch and Angelina tries to attack off the break; but is short with the sweeping left, and gets hammered by Theron's straight right. Angelina is suddenly in wobble city, butt against the ropes, wearily arm grappling the taller blonde in close, riding out the storm as Charlize pulls her arms away from the groping brunette, ladles in a stiff body hook at the bell that bends the still wobbly Angelina in pain.

It's a big round for Theron, answering the bullish, brawling tactics of her notorious foe with pride and class, taking the fight to the out-gunned Angelina down the stretch. And now the great blonde basks in the thunderous applause as she wanders a little heavy legged to her corner between rounds. She's clearly spent and winded from the fast and furious action; but Angelina's in worse shape; and it's a pleasant kind of battle ache for Charlize this time as she in ministered too by ever attentive corner helpers. She has fought her way back into this fight, indeed taking control in this 4th round; and, equally important in her mind, she's won back a ton of fans in these last two rounds. She's up 20 seconds from time, glaring over at Angelina still slumped on her stool, pounding her gloves together. She's ready.

ROUND FIVE
The round begins with Charlize throwing away any pretense of being a tentative, scared fighter; she has the big "MO" in her corner now and everybody, even Angelina, knows it! The brunette is treading on very heavy legs, yet still trying to drive forward as the round opens but her already awkward punches are now also horribly slowed as Theron beats her to the punch time and again, winning every exchange; driving the embattled brunette back to the ropes by mid-round and pounding away. Angelina digs deep into her bag of dirty tricks, snaking a tired right hook up into Charlize's face even as the ref is breaking yet another Angelina clinch. Theron howls in protest at the late punch - which admittedly had done little or no damage - and the ref merely warns the weary brunette. Theron sets up, patiently flicking the jab, no longer defensively but as a precursor for the "thunder" to come as Angelina tries to come off the ropes on increasingly heavy legs.

Back in the dressing room intently watching the action as she dresses for her own championship challenge to follow, the irrepressible Beyonce Knowles snidely remarks, "Hey, lookit that, old six round Theron has found somebody even less durable than she is....man, we gotta start calling Jolie 'old four round Angie'... hah-hah!".

Out at ringside, Theron is so focused in on the task at hand she barely notices her own mounting fatigue from the frenzy of blows she's thrown this ring. She digs deep, ignoring rebelling arm muscles, legs tiring, still holding strong as she launches another attack on the stumbling brunette; a sizzling left hook up high only partially blocked... now a right uppercut after a short, weak Angelina counter. The right catches jaw and Angelina's head is rocked backward; the brunette hurt and hurt bad!

Theron lashes a following left uppercut this time and Angelina sags forward, legs aquiver, sliding down Charlize's lean, lovely body to her knees. She's DOWN and dazed, dropping to all fours, head low, supple chest heaving while Theron quickly retreats to a neutral corner as the count begins over the fallen brunette. Angelina woozily staggering up at "six" having her gloved hands shaken by the ref as he finishes the eight count, then waves Theron in. There's maybe 30 seconds in the round and Charlize is HUNGRY; she wants it NOW but she's also visibly laboring at the end of a second consecutive frenzied round. Her frenzied flurries of punches are slowed, but still connecting as she drives the woozy brunette back to the ropes and lashes a right uppercut between Angelina's partially lowered gloves. The punch lacks the blazing speed from earlier in the round, and misses Angelina's rolling head; but is good enough to catch the edge of her left eye, opening a small gash and much bigger welt.

Theron lays in, missing with a "terminator" left hook aimed at the jaw, but now goes back to work on that damaged eye, the right hook smacking home up high and sending Angelina staggering off to her right along the ropes. The wobbly, woozy brunette props herself up against the ropes, peering out through one good right eye, the other closed to a purplish slit. Half-blind, she doesn't see the right hook that crashes into her jaw, pushing her head violently to the right in a spray of foamy spittle and sending her careening sideways before she drops in a heap on her side. She is by all accounts, knocked out, moving only slightly, sluggishly, as the count reaches "five" before the bell clangs, saving the cold-cocked brunette for still another round of punishment.

Charlize Theron is back, in a big way, breathing hard, but exultant as she trudges to her corner between rounds. She has come within a few ticks of the clock of shutting the brazen brunette up for good; next round she'll close the deal; or so she thinks! She plops down on the stool, slinging her arms gratefully over the corner ropes, catching her breath, taking down water, getting ready to show the world - and most especially that big mouthed tramp Beyonce Knowles who is undoubtedly watching on closed circuit TV back in the dressing room - that she, the great Charlize Theron, can't be dismissed so easily as a mere six round fighter. She's heard the rumors about big money coming down in the special wagers on when Jolie would knock her out; and so it's gonna be extra sweet to stop the tramp in that very same round.

Charlize is ready for Round 6, shaking off the natural heaviness in her arms and legs from three straight hard-punching rounds as she rises before the bell. Over in the opposite corner, her eye doctored up but still puffy, Angelina, the street brawler, still looks much the worse of it after being carved up by the great blonde in the last round but she gamely answers the bell!

ROUND SIX
Charlize goes quickly back on the attack, keeping the backpedaling Angelina off balance with a stiff jab while flashing some hard leather on the right side, exploiting Angelina's partly obscured vision on that side. Angelina taking an early pummeling in this round, almost tucked into a defensive shell letting Charlize carve her up from long range. The crowd is on its feet, roaring for the rejuvenated blonde legend as she staggers the battered brunette with a heavy right hook to the side of her face midway through. Angelina wobbles back to the ropes, props herself up trying to ride out the storm, digging weak counters to the rampaging blonde’s body as Charlize peppers high shots at her rivals drawn up gloves, trying to break down the defensive shell of the reeling Angelina. Charlize pounds a half dozen or more hard shots, slowly breaking down the embattled brunette's desperate defense, then steps back to catch her breath; her lanky, luscious, body dripping sweat. She feints a low left jab, then fires the left hook over the top as Angelina drops her guard as she flinches at the feint. Charlize’s hook catches a good portion of jaw, staggering Angelina who wobbles to the left, her legs buckling as she swoons back into the ropes. The ref steps in immediately to check on her, waving Theron to a neutral corner before beginning a standing eight count although Angelina is still on her feet - if barely.

Theron slings her arms over the corner ropes and leans back as she waits, her perky breasts heaving, weary after throwing all that leather, but smiling. The count reaches "8" over the wobbly brunette; Angelina nodding as the ref talks to her. The ref steps back, motioning Charlize in. Theron wants the KO, and wants it NOW! Wading in, still trying to punch through Angelina's peek-a-boo defense, the blonde's punches are labored in the late stages of the round, and Charlize finally abandons her heavy long-range bombing and moves in close, slamming body blows, her arms tired, her punches slowed, but still working to break down her girl while Angelina is doing little but simply trying to ride out another storm.

As the round nears its end, Charlize again pauses to catch her breath and Angelina goes for a clinch, groping, holding on tight while Charlize tries to untangle herself, still wrestling with the pawing, clinging brunette as the ref moves in for the break. As the ref untangles them, Angelina's head bobs forward suddenly, head-butting the blonde in the forehead. It looks unintentional; the nodding, heavy head of an exhausted, battered fighter. But NO Angelina pulls her head back and butts Charlize AGAIN! Same spot! Charlize howling in protest, pulls away. The referee apparently hadn't seen the second head butt and ignores Theron's wails of protest. Angered, Charlize lashes out, swinging wildly a split second before the bell but the ponderous left hook sails well wide of its mark. The bell clangs and the ref pushes between them, sending Charlize plodding off to her corner on legs that are sturdy enough, but increasingly heavy from the exhausting action while Angelina fairly staggers back to hers, showing a telltale wobble in her sleek gams.

Charlize has a small purplish bruise on the center of her forehead from the second head-butt and as she drops on her stool, she’s not just tired, but also disappointed at not getting the knockout as well as plenty angry at the street brawling tactics of her dark-haired foe. Her manager, still raging mad herself from earlier when Angelina rushed past the ref to club a woozy Charlize in the third round, now, ironically, works to calm her seething fighter.

"Char, get a hold of yourself... focus... you got this fight in hand... forget about the head butts..... break her down with the jab, then take her out with the head shots... but do it from OUTSIDE... don't get down in the trenches with that nasty bitch….she’ll bog you down and use her dirty tricks to weaken you! You gotta fight smart, babe!"

Theron just rolls her eyes, waiting for the bell before rising a bit stiffly. She's feeling it now, after six rounds of furious action tearing at tired muscles; but she's been there before and knows what it takes to finish an out-gunned foe; even when she too is dead tired. She's not gonna let up this time!

ROUND SEVEN
Charlize comes out determined, looking a little steadier on her feet, but hardly rejuvenated. The slinky brunette with the bad-girl image both in and out of the ring has been out-boxed and out-punched badly in the last few rounds by resurgent Charlize and Angelina knows she ain't in Theron's league skill-wise; she has only her street smarts to fall back on…and fall back she does, hanging back in her corner and almost literally waving the big blonde in. Charlize hesitates a moment, but with the crowd roundly booing the immovable brunette and lustily urging their blonde heroine forward, she soon obliges; moving in but staying with the plan and leading with her jab. But this isn't the rapid-fire, piston-stroke jab of the earlier rounds, it no longer has the same zing it had then, but the fabled jab is still good enough to keep a weary and battered Angelina off stride. Charlize sets up with two or three jabs, then comes over the top with a right THUMP to Angelina's raised gloves.

Amid frenzied cries of, "Go on, get in there girl!”and “Knock dat stiff da fuck out!" from boisterous ringside fans, Charlize loads up another right, this one a hook, but its slowed by heavy arms; and Angelina swivels her head to one side dodging the blow, then answering with a rare counter, a left rib sticker that isn't that good of a punch, but makes Theron twist with its impact. Charlize slides to her left after taking the body shot, pushing a jab up short of its mark. In the early going, that punch would have landed clearly. Now, with Charlize clearly tiring, many of her punches are coming up short or wide of the mark. But she's still on the attack, still determined to close the deal on the out-gunned brunette.

Most in the crowd are on their feet, sensing the 'kill' as Charlize moves in, swinging hard to the body but still laboring visibly to land the combinations, yet meeting little resistance from the hunkered down brunette. They've watched Angelina become pretty much separated from her senses at the end of the fifth, then battered to a near stupor - though still on her feet - in the 6th. Now, they want it all - as does Charlize! But can she deliver? She's having trouble breaking down Angelina's peek-a-boo defense this round, forced to move in ever closer, concentrating on the brunette’s body while re-loading for ever less frequent head barrages. Charlize lands a good right cross, the punch scooting across Angelina's drawn up gloves and smacking her in the side of the face, but although staggered, Angelina straightens and then ties up the blonde legend! She even manages to land two body shots of her own during the weary, groping, tussle that follows.

Once they’re separated, Charlize comes back with a hook of her own to the body before Angelina once again ties her arms up in another clinch. As the ref wrestles them apart, Angelina pulls her gloved left hand down off Charlize’s right shoulder and the thumb snags her right bra cup, dragging it down far enough to expose the hard, swollen nub at the tip of the small but very firm breast. As Charlize swats at the hand in irritation, Angelina rubs her thumb roughly right over the hard, erect nipple, drawing a surprised moan from the lanky blonde, who turns to complain to the ref…only to feel the notorious street brawler’s fist slam into her exposed lower back! The blatantly illegal, cheap-shot is more dig than hard punch, and has much more aggravation value than pulverizing power….but aggravate it certainly does!

Theron bellowing in protest as she twists free of the clawing, groping brunette while the referee angrily holds two fingers in the air and barks, "That's a two point deduction, girl, now knock that shit off!"

"For what?" Angelina barks between labored gulps of air.

"You know what I'm talking about Jolie... no groping after the break or hitting behind the back... that's what, ya dumb bitch!" he snarls, looking almost ready to clock the mouthy, flagrantly dirty brunette with his own bare hands.

With Theron still in command but laboring to finish the round, the fight has steadily, degenerated into a sleazy circus side-show. The big blonde shakes off the affront to her tender breasts, taking time between ragged gulps of air to hitch up her bra cup while the ref and Angie jaw-bone at each other! The dig to her lower left back was just like an annoying swat, so Charlize again moves in close, focusing her anger on the outrageous street brawler who lingers on the ropes in front of her. Charlize swats a tired looking jab that finishes well short of its mark; then moves in closer and lands a pedestrian left hook to the body. In response, Angelina drives a rightside rib tickler that brings a grunt from the tall blonde. They stay close, trading body blows; both women’s punches heavy but horribly slowed in these waning seconds of the seventh round which ends with Angelina again pawing Charlize's chest during another long, steamy clinch. As the ref moves in to pry them apart at the bell, he leers shamelessly at the sweat-drenched, heaving chests of both women in their now nearly transparent tops!

Two tired women trudge to their corners between rounds, Theron’s shoulders slumping a bit; clearly discouraged at not even coming close to a knockdown, let alone a KO this round. Angelina just as weary, if not more so, but with a tired smirk on her full lips. She's survived another round - and, more importantly in her book perhaps - she’d got inside Charlize's head a bit with her brazen groping and hitting in the back stunts. Sure she was docked two points, but the unrepentant dark-haired bad girl hardly seemed to care. Near the end of the break, Charlize, her long arms draped over the ropes in her corner, head bowed as she’s being ministered to, slowly raises her eyes to stare across the ring just before getting to her feet. Her gaze is met with a smirk, then Angelina’s fulsome lips pucker into a kiss as Charlize’s sultry rival slowly pushes up off her own stool and hitches up her bikini.

ROUND EIGHT
When the battle is resumed, neither fighter is doing any dancing of any sort, but with Charlize - unlike her weary retreats to ‘rope prisons’ in her recent struggles with Beyonce and Mandy - is still moving forward to attack. But this round, instead of hanging back or fading to the ropes, Angelina comes all the way out to mid-ring to engage her, tearing into the taller blonde with an early exchange of weary, heavy-handed body blows. Charlize's arsenal, her power and her knockout chances, are all dwindling rapidly the longer this fight goes on, but she's clearly ahead on the scorecards even without the handful of mandatory points deducted from Angelina’s score for street fighting. And Charlize scores with her more accurate punches here in the early part of round eight; although with far less frequency!

They are two very tired fighters slogging it out, each struggling to lift her arms much above shoulder levels. Charlize pulls back from a close-in exchange to launch a right hook up high at mid-round; but the punch catches Angelina’s shoulder, not her jaw. Angelina doesn't even come that close with her counter right uppercut, her fist whistling upward well short as Theron’s gloves flick the slowed punch aside. So they fall together, fighting inside again. Charlize throwing a short, reasonably hard right uppercut that staggers Angelina as it glances off the side of her jaw. Angelina hangs in though, answering with a left hook that she drives up under Charlize’s ribcage hard enough to make the great blonde grunt; her face going pale as she reaches out to clinch up high around Angelina’s shoulders.

Unavoidably, it’s exhaustion laden warfare in the trenches, with Charlize's long, lovely legs no longer able to dance outside so she can use her jab to set up an outside attack and her labored high punches increasingly come up short of the mark. For Angelina, there’s no other way for her to fight. She’s too unskilled and undisciplined, to bomb away from outside, she needs to, wants to, MUST fight only one way - in the trenches. Let the toughest girl win is her motto but in this fight, it appears that girl would be Theron, the blonde legend. Even tired as she is now, Charlize is getting the better of her notorious rival. She tries to press for the KO a little harder as the slogging round draws to a close, but again she’s tied up by Angelina who manages to get a few good body thumping hooks as it’s Charlize, not Angelina, who is clinching winded at the bell.

The eighth round closes with both fighters slumped together, breast against breast, groping, grabbing and hanging on, but only one - Angelina of course - managing a weary smile as they are untangled at the bell. There is no cheap shot from the badly trailing brunette at the end of THIS round; but one can't be foolish enough to think she won't try something outrageous, and probably blatantly illegal, before the fight ends. No, from all appearances the fight is Theron's easily; but increasingly the elusive KO she so badly craves doesn't seem to be in the cards for her tonight.

Theron's manager is telling her to start ramping down the KO quest between rounds, whispering, "Look, Char, this fight is yours...just stay out of the close fighting as much as you can. She can't knock you out... but you can't trust her inside...she's likely to pull out every dirty damn trick in her book, the BITCH!... but you don't need to play her game... so just keep your head screwed on straight, OK?"

Charlize looks at her with some irritation, nods her head mutely as she stands, ready for the bell.

ROUND NINE
As they come together at mid-ring to start the 9th, Charlize starts circling slowly on clearly heavy legs, stalking Angelina who stands flat-footed, gloved hands lowered. She's probably too tired to raise them much higher; but she's apparently trying to make Charlize think she's now completely disdainful of the blonde's presumably diminished KO punch. And she may be right! Charlize, really feeling the baggage after so many hard-punching rounds, swats a weary left jab in the general direction of the brunette who simply rolls her head out of the way. Theron comes back with a feinted left and a right cross that comes up woefully short of the mark! Angelina misses with a wild right hook, leaving herself open for Theron's countering left cross, which connects solidly as Angelina is leaning forward. The brunette steps back with just the slightest of wobbles in her sleek legs, but she grins through her mouthpiece at the tall blonde as she sets up again, her gloved hands even lower than before. It's a taunting, leering gesture no doubt meant to convey to Theron that her punches no longer have enough steam to put her down. There’s no reaction by Charlize aside from a wheezing rush of air as she catches a quick blow, staring dumbly at the goofy-grinning brunette.

Now they’re once again closing as Angelina comes forward and this time Theron stands her ground, flat-footed, hands only slightly higher than Angelina's. Whether her manager likes it or not, Charlize isn’t "ramping it down" and sitting on a sure lead for a decision; and she still has the boisterous crowd solidly behind her. Even now in the exhausting end-run, many fans are roaring for her to knockout the mouthy, dirty brunette. And Charlize is trying, but Angelina is answering every sloppy, exhaustion-laden blow by the big blonde with an equally sloppy, equally weary, punchof her own! They stumble together on the ropes, Charlize clinching first after a weary exchange of body blows, then pushed with her back off the ropes as they arm grapple before the break. Angelina, openly defiant of whatever firepower the tiring blonde may have left, ignoring her own numbing exhaustion, stays in Theron's face after the break and on her chest, bodying up the taller blonde, looping big wide hooks up into Charlize's ribs. The blonde answers with a labored left body hook of her own, then holds on, sucking air as she absorbs two more rib shots before Angelina suddenly lunges forward and SLAMS her forehead onto the bridge of Theron's nose before the ref can break them.

For her trouble, Angelina receives another angry rebuke from the ref, who snarls, "Knock that shit off, hear me?"

Jolie merely grunts, then groans as Theron lands a good 1-2 combo to the body. This time, Angelina does the clinching but while the ref is moving in, Theron untangles one arm and stuffs another hook into Angelina’s body! She angrily answers with a looping right, followed by a left that scuffs across Theron’s tiny bikini top. Charlize’s lean body twists to and fro with each blow and the blonde legend stifles low groans as the after-effects of the stiff chest shots ripple through her.

The blonde is mostly just holding on at the moment, sagging against the shorter brunette, digging a few half-hearted body shots in while Angelina’s fists are busily working on the inside. Theron's back is pinned on the ropes, Angelina in her face and on her chest, while the referee stands and watches behind the brunette. As the round winds down, Angelina's arms are the only one's moving, albeit sluggishly at best by this point. Theron’s body is literally draped over the sultry brunette’s, her chin on Angelina's left shoulder.

Charlize suddenly groans out loud, gasps, and rolls her head back over the top strand of ropes, clinging to the pillaging brunette and continuing to gasp and groan in clear distress. The ref moves in at long last, prying the two sweaty, exhausted beauties apart, only half-stifling a low gasp of surprise himself as Angelina staggers back to reveal a very disheveled blonde whose hands are fumbling at not one, but TWO, displaced bra cups which have exposed both nipples which are almost obscenely hard and swollen. The bell rings a split second later ending the round, and poor Charlize trudges to her corner, wearily tugging at and trying to re-adjust, the skimpy bra cups. She slumps onto her stool with a weary groan and a wet THWAP of her sweaty ass on the stool. Sighing softly at her pretty young corner attendant who all too eagerly cups her firm breasts, then carefully and gently tucks both rock hard nipple capped breasts back down into the miniscule cups. A quick splash of water over the chest follows, bringing another soft sigh from the tired blonde.

Over in the opposite corner, Angelina sits glaring at Charlize almost the whole time, managing a quick, smirking smile as she turns to whisper to one of her attendant's, their conversation interrupted by the ref who gets in her face, snarling, "One more display like that, young lady, and you're done... I'll kick your raggedy ass out of my ring my own self."

"Hey, go fu..." Angelina starts to tell the angry ref; but her manager hurriedly claps a muffling hand on the brunette's big, dirty mouth in the nick time to, do doubt, spare her from instant disqualification.

Back in her dressing room, Beyonce Knowles is intently watching the TV screen overhead as she gets a pre-match rubdown prior to her first championship match against the current title holder, Cameron Diaz. The tawny Bootylicious beauty rolls her eyes at the corner exchange between Angelina and the ref and idly remarks to anyone in earshot, "Gawwd, that Angelina has one big-time attitude. Too bad she ain't much of a fighter, though, because, with that bad-ass attitude and any kind of boxing skill, she'd be tearing Theron up instead of just molesting her - not that THAT isn’t fun in itself! Still, I gotta hand it to old Charlize, this is her fight, though I think her legs are pretty much shot at this point and the rest of her ain't far from total collapse. You could see it at the end of that last round; she's done, just hanging all over that bad-ass bitch at the bell, not to mention letting herself get disrobed. Hee-hee...No sir, Theron could hold on for the win, but then I thought that in the Mandy Moore fight too and she was lucky to escape with a dubious victory then. Angelina can still land one lucky punch and it’ll be nightie-nite sweet Char, if you know what I mean! Hope it don't happen though, 'cause I'd like to flatten that beautiful blonde bimbo's boobs again myself in my first title defense."

So much for a fight synopsis according to that great boxing mind, Beyonce Knowles! Out in the ring probably either fighter is too pooped to give a rip about how Beyonce, or anybody else, sees the fight. Both girls just want to survive the next few minutes and emerge victorious. For Charlize, well ahead on points even if you don't deduct a handful of points for dirty tactics from her brawling foe, victory means just staying upright through the final round; not getting clocked by a last gasp chin-thumper! Angelina knows the only way she can win now is by somehow scoring a miracle KO.

The veteran blonde has controlled the fight from the early rounds for the most part, slowed and bothered much more by Angelina's up-close muggings than by the punches thrown by the brawling brunette. But Charlize was clearly overcome at the end of the ninth round, and her manager nervously admonishes her now to stay off the ropes and stay out of "mugging territory." But can she? She's the superior boxer, the classier fighter, but she must realize that Angelina - unable to stop her the old fashioned way with her fists - will be going right back inside in an attempt to break down Charlize's waning resistance with her usual mauling, mugging, tactics. Indeed, Theron has the fight in the bag, and with Jolie looking as shopworn as she is at this stage of the fight, her biggest concern would seem to be not the danger of a last gasp KO, but rather keeping herself from being completely disrobed by the oft-times lustily pawing brunette!!

ROUND TEN
Two weary and drained women rise at the bell for the 10th round, each struggling stiffly up off her stool, Charlize looking strangely, almost pleasantly, drained and a bit dreamy-eyed. As she stumbles out, her manager admonishes, "Stay focused, Char; this's your fight baby."

Angelina, throwing caution, not to mention her own numbing exhaustion, to the wind; plods out to attack while Theron tries to will her balky legs - which have seemingly all but abandoned her after nine grueling rounds - into motion. But Charlize, spent as she is, still has it all over the brawling brunette in ‘ring savvy’ and she opens the round by laying out a defensive left hook, tepid but pesky, in Angelina's path as the brunette plods toward her; her own legs balking at the command to move and clearly shaking with exhaustion even under her lithe frame. Angelina easily dodges the weak jab and unleashes an equally weak, wide sweeping left hook of her own…one that doesn't even come close as she stumbles forward on the follow-thru and crashes into the virtually unmoving blonde. As they fall together in a tangle of writhing arms, tired legs pushing against tired legs, Angelina stubbornly plants her feet and bows her back, slowly shoving the taller blonde back until her dancer’s butt touches the turnbuckle in Charlize's own corner.

Though Angelina seems barely capable of staying on her own feet, much less launching any kind of a solid punch, Char's manager is frantically screaming almost in Char's ear, "GET OUT OF HERE GIRL!" as the lanky, lovely, seemingly spent blonde sags into the ropes with Angelina draping herself onto her; seemingly too weary to even lift her head for another blatant head butt. Charlize groans when Angelina punps a ponderous left hook into her kidney, but answers with a laborious right hook to the body of her own that draws a weary grunt from her hated rival. The two exhausted fighters grind breast to breast, with Angelina pushing her torso against the taller blonde, her forehead resting on Theron's right shoulder. With Charlize sagging back on the corner turnbuckles, going nowhere, they’re both just hanging on, groping and occassionally punching weakly with leaden arms. Finally, the ref has seen enough and moves in to end the stalemate.

Angelina mutters wearily as they're forced apart by the referee’s spreading arms, "You're nothing, Theron! Now you're going down, BITCH!"

This last vicious diatribe tweaks just enough of Charlize's stubborn pride for the lanky blonde to pushe off the ropes with her butt, angrily digging deep to gather the scattered remnants of her energy and strength, then lashing out at the mouthy brunette in an adrenaline-spiked rage. As she lunges forward, Charlize’s right uppercut grazes Angelina's chin as she reacts too slowly to evade it entirely. The impact rocks the bad-girls head back and Angelina staggers on suddenly very wobbly legs, appearing ready to go down! Charlize exhales forcefully, gathers every precious bit of strength she has remaining and turns her hips into a ponderous left hook directed at Angelina's unguarded jaw. THUD! It smacks home and Angelina groans, her head whipping to one side, her legs trembling and then buckling. The brunette's out on her feet, weaving, clutching blindly for her raging blonde opponent in an effort to remain on her feet, pawing, groping; holding on for dear life as Charlize wearily tries to pull free to make room to swing. The big blonde is wildly urged on by the raucous crowd, now only too eager to see Theron deck the mouthy brunette once and for all.

But just as Charlize pulls her right arm free and draws her fist back to deliver the ‘coup de grace’, the referee steps in again, prying them apart and, noting Angelina's desperate condition, sends Charlize to a neutral corner. Angelina staggers back two wobbly steps, her arms dangling limp at her sides, her eyes clouded, staring dumbly and, all in all, looking every bit the KO’d fighter. Charlize turns toward the neutral corner, balky legs slowly starting to carry in that direction.

The weaving, woozy Angelina, probably not even realizing where she is or what's happening, rasps through swollen, spittle drooling lips, "You running from me…BITCH?"

Charlize ignores the muttered, garbled taunt, her back still to the ref and Angelina as she plods slowly away as the referee moves to steady the wavering brunette, seemingly only seconds away from waving the fight off. Angelina suddenly pulls out of his grip, staggers past him and extending both arms, shoves Theron with one glove slamming into her kidney, the other hitting her in the middle of her back as she blunders into the retreating blonde. Bouncing off Charlize, Angelina falls into the ropes while Theron's dead tired legs almost buckle as she stumbles forward, trying to maintain her balance after the surprise attack from behind

The ref yells in surprise, "HEY!" and moves to grab Angelina, but the woozy brunette rebounds off the ropes, knocking him back with a wild (accidental?) elbow in the face. She continues to stagger forward and slams her other elbow up to the back of Theron's neck. Charlize cries out in anguish as she's knocked to all fours by the (inadvertant?) rabbit punch. On her knees, Charlize’s head is bowed between sagging shoulders as Angelina, still barely on her feet, drapes herself over her back.

There's bedlam in and out of the ring as the crowd springs to its feet, several rushing the ring in anger, Theron's manager, cursing, climbs through the ropes only to be briefly restrained by the groggy ref while Angelina somehow manages to stay upright on rubbery legs, one gloved hand on Charlize’s head for balance as she lifts her right foot, then drives her heel down between Charlize’s shoulder blades! Charlize arches her back, groaning, swaying on all fours after taking the kick square between her shoulder blades!

Angelina, still staggering, tries another wobbly kick but Theron suddenly lurches up off her knees, her hip swinging around into Angelina's upraised leg. Already unsteady, Angelina is spilled on her butt at the ropes. Head lolling wearily, Angelina kicks out weakly at the big blonde, her foot thumping softly into Theron's thigh. Charlize, still on all fours, angrily grabs the woozy brunette around the head and bulldogs her down, smashing Angelina's face on the canvas with a loud THUNK!

Rising to wild cheers of approval from the frenzied crowd, Charlize stands over the fallen brunette, her fists cocked. But instead of hitting her opponent while she’s down, Charlize instead ‘only’ kicks the face-down, weakly moaning, bad-girl in the ribs. Angelina grunts as she rolls over under the ropes out onto the ring apron and nearly to the floor!

Charlize's manager wraps arms around the enraged blonde while the referee grabs the dazed, moaning Angelina, pulls her back into the ring and roughly hauls her to her feet. The dark-haired brawler, her waning energy expended in one final desperate fit of rage, still feels the effects of Charlize's twin head shots - not to mention the bulldog slam, and is pretty much out of it; her head lolling, rubbery legs buckling as the ref pulls her away from Theron who is still weakly struggling in her manager's arms.

The veteran fight handler telling her charge, "It's over now, sweetie, the fight’s over. You won, baby!"

Theron barely acknowledges her manager's words, mumbling angrily, "That BITCH! Let me at her, I’m not done with her!"

"It's over, honey, she ain't worth it! The tramp ain't worth it, let's get outta here," her manager coos as her weary, but still fuming, blonde legend is pulled back into her corner.

Angelina, limp and bedraggled, is deposited in the arms of two beefy ring security guys who half-carry her up the aisle, her rubbery legs dragging behind her; mumbling incoherently while boos - and other more solid projectiles like drink cups and the like - rain down. Charlize, meanwhile, is finally back in her corner, standing proudly defiant, still fuming, as her gloves are cut away while the announcer clambers into the ring.

"Ladies and gents, the referee has stopped this fight, ahem, prior to that little wrestling exhibition...nice takedown there, Char, you haven’t lost the touch. Heh-heh-heh." He pauses as the crowd erupts in wild applause and cheering for the leggy, lovely blonde. "As I was saying, the fight was stopped due to the inappropriate and illegal attack by Angelina Jolie who has been disqualified for her actions." After a pause for dramatic effect, adds, "Here is your winner, by disqualification at 56 seconds of the 10th round, the ONE, the ONLY, the living legend of the ring, CHARLIZE THERON!"

The lanky, lovely blonde raises a weary arm to her once again adoring public as ringside fans continue to shower her with lusty cheers and applause as she wearily struggles through the ropes and down the steps from the ring. She slowly plods up the aisle supported by her manager and handlers, her limp arms slung gratefully over their shoulders, smiling wearily whenever she lifts her head, acknowledging the adulation and cheers showered on her at every step. After a bizarre fight, a classic mismatch between an angry street fighter and a classy boxer, Charlize Theron is BACK; and in the process, positioning herself for an almost certain challenge to whichever woman emerges as champion in the fight to follow between Cameron Diaz and the undefeated top challenger, Beyonce Knowles!

Back in her own dressing room, Beyonce grudgingly gives the lanky blonde legend respectful props, softly muttering, "Gawwwd, the bimbo sucked it up big time tonight; really took it to that bad-ass bitch at the end...the chick’s (Theron) picked up some new found attitude! She should've had the knockout victory... never thought I'd say this about ol’ Charli, but she got robbed tonight; should've been given a chance to knock Angelina stiff... and here, I didn't think she had it in her any more!" Then, reverting to her more usual cocky form, the bootylicious beauty adds with a smug sneer, "Better enjoy your taste of victory while it lasts sweetpea; 'cuz next fight you're gonna be beaten so, so bad by my lethal weapons you'll be laid out flat and twitchin’... GUARANTEED!... either that, or you'll be on your knees begging me to stop the beatin’ ‘fore I fully unload my 'chocolate thunder' on ya....ha-ha-ha... either way you'll be one whupped puppy... I'm gonna enjoy make you my little blonde whipping girl Charlize...yep, that's what I'll do....hee hee hee…"

At that moment, however, Charlize couldn't have cared less who her next fight was with, although she undoubtedly already realized it would, or at least should, be against the champion whomever that may be. In the last twelve months, Charlize had fought, and been KO’d by, both women - Diaz in losing her 4th title and the still undefeated top challenger, Beyonce. But, still prideful, Charlize would naturally love to avenge each devastating defeat but right now all she wanted and needed was a nice, soothing hot shower, a long, relaxing massage by her favorite corner attendant who eagerly jumped at any chance to rub some life back into the beautiful blonde's tired body, then a well-deserved break from training while she recovered both physically and mentally from her bizarre, back alley brawl with Jolie. Only then would she began to seriously think about Diaz or Knowles and of satisfying the hunger she still felt for her fifth championship!

Charlize was still receiving a long, drawn out massage from the comely young brunette who had so lovingly attended her aching, blood-splattered breasts earlier, blissfully tuning out any and all intrusions, including the sound from the closed circuit TV in the other room which was broadcasting the Diaz/Knowles championship fight. At that exact moment the "thunder" in Beyonce Knowles right hand was depositing the groggy champion Diaz, flat on her back in the 4th round. In fact, Cameron went down for the count and then some!

So the night ends with Charlize, after maybe her longest, and best, post-fight massage ever, waking dreamily from a brief slumber to hear that Beyonce Knowles, her latest and greatest nemesis, is now the undefeated champion of women's celebrity boxing after the smashing destruction of the out-gunned Cameron Diaz. The epic rematch between new champ, Beyonce, and former four-time champ, Charlize, would happen soon - indeed, it seems inevitable.

Charlize shudders slightly as she dresses, then shuffles out of the locker room into a waiting limo, ignoring the taunts of a jubilant Beyonce Knowles through the open door of her locker room across the hall. "You're next Theron; I'll lay you out COLD faster than that other blonde bimbo! You can count on it, HONEY, though you probably won't be in any kind of condition to actually hear the count over your stiff body. Hah-hah...Aask Camie if she ‘members anythin’ after maybe the 2nd round! Hah-hah!"

Still full of herself - as always - Beyonce continues jabbering even after Charlize eases her aching body into the back of the stretch limo that will whisk her away for a much needed night of rest and recuperation in a penthouse suite where her every need and desire will be carefully and lovingly met by her lovely young brunette 'assistant'!