Charlize shudders even now, slowly undressing for her upcoming fight, at the awful memories of that day. Sure she'd been plenty tired, a long run in the morning, then a draining speed bag session before sparring; but there wasn't any denying the young brunette's talent, or punch. Biel started to get to the weary blonde late in the second of three scheduled sparring rounds, pinning Charlize in the corner with a savage body flurry, hurting the former champ even as Charlize’s manager was yelling at the younger girl to "back outta there!" Then there was the final round, or at least the part Charlize can still remember, the sizzling left freezing her on the ropes, legs balky and unresponsive, head swimming, followed by that wicked right cross that took her legs completely away even as it rocked her head back and sent her mouthpiece floating up and away from her free falling frame.

There's some debate still as to whether Jessica's rollicking right actually put Theron down for a full KO count, as Biel has claimed. Nobody was counting, though Charlize came around at some point still flat on her back and nursing a gigantic new headache - not to mention a bad case of wounded pride -the rest of that day and evening. Biel was, of course, summarily dismissed from camp the next day, with, according to Jessica, terse instructions to "not talk", and a full months termination pay, which she blithely refers to as a "payoff" for her silence. Theron's camp still insists they put no gag order whatsoever on the young brunette, though they've been clearly dismayed, even disgusted, at her flapping her jaws about the incident since.

If that wasn't bad enough, things didn't go all that well at all in the weeks following. Veteran campaigner, Jennifer Lopez, was brought in as Biel's replacement, Theron's camp thinking that - although JLo was a bit past her prime in a celebrity boxing world increasingly dominated by the "twenty something" crowd - the well-respected veteran would bring a style reminiscent of new champion Beyonce Knowles, that straight ahead, "bang inside", mentality that that has long made JLo a tough draw for most any fighter. Needless to say, Knowles’ fights in a style that not only left Charlize destitute and pathetically beaten at Beyonce's feet when they first met, but one that quickly propelled the younger, harder-hitting Knowles to the title with a still unblemished record.

Beyonce was, after all, the next intended foe for Charlize; the former champion ostensibly having earned first crack at Knowles’ new title by virtue of her gutsy win by DQ over the brawling, mauling street fighter, Angelina Jolie. But that was then, BEFORE the unfortunately well-publicized Jessica Biel left-right combo that put the great blonde flat on her back in training - and BEFORE Charlize's subsequent struggles with the inside body banging of JLo. Whereas Biel appeared to be trying to make a quick name for herself in the fight game by teeing off on a workout weary Theron in training, Lopez’ motivation for getting a little over aggressive in sparring appeared to be fed more by resentment the Latina beauty felt at being passed over of late in the big money bouts, and being forced, in her view, to "lower herself" to sparring partner status in order to get some work in. So, in a word, JLo apparently had a hidden agenda in signing on as Charlize’s training partner; and in early sparring sessions she repeatedly pinned the strangely tentative blonde on the ropes and banged away in the best tradition of the bootylicious babe, Beyonce, herself. But JLo didn't have the knockout power of the young champion so Charlize stayed upright throughout several desultory sparring rounds, even as JLo made her look bad.

Charlize gradually got more assertive in training although JLo was only an occasional sparring partner in the late going, even if still on Theron's payroll; her management figuring it wouldn't look good to dismiss a second straight sparring partner under questionable circumstances. But, even though Charlize eventually appeared to round into form, questions about her fitness - fueled by Jessica Biel's first hand, albeit embellished, account of "trashing" the great blonde in training, not to mention persistent rumors from unidentified sources within the Theron camp that JLo had been regularly bulling the great blonde around as well - caused young champion, Beyonce Knowles, to abruptly cross off Theron as her first title defense; opting instead to sign a contract with rugged, but lightly fought, Canadian blonde Natasha Henstridge! The young champion openly hinted that Charlize, given her sparring struggles, would likely get seriously hurt if she tried to challenge for the title just now.

This surprise signing by the ever unpredictable Knowles, left Charlize's camp incensed, and scrambling for a replacement foe, since Charlize’s manager more than anything wanted her fighter out there getting fights that counted. Natural new rivals like recent sparring partners, Jessica Biel and Jennifer Lopez, were bypassed by Charlize’s group amid claims by both brunettes that Theron was afraid to fight them in light of her struggles against each in training, charges Theron, of course, vehemently denied. Instead, another veteran, slinky Halle Berry, was brought in almost at the last possible moment to face Charlize on the same card as the Knowles/Henstridge title fight.

Berry had achieved some success in her boxing career, being regarded as a fighter with quick hands and feet, though with little power. She was rumored to be in great boxing shape despite getting up in years and having few significant fights recently, but the slender actress had never faced Theron, nor was she generally thought to be in the same class, talent-wise, as Theron and Beyonce - or even other veterans like ex-champ Cameron Diaz and rugged J-Lo. No less a ‘boxing sage’ than Beyonce herself, sniffed, "Old six-round Theron is trolling for another easy mark. It’s just like when she fought that bimbo, Mandy Moore." Theron's camp predictably paid little heed; so Berry it was for the former champion.

Which brings us to this moment; Charlize pulling herself out of the idle distraction of fretting yet again about the sparring troubles with both Biel and JLo and the title challenge snub by Beyonce. The great blonde settles on the training table for a quick pre-bout massage by her young dark-haired attendant, playfully admonishing the young brunette, "Don't get carried away, hun, gotta keep my game face on, ya know". The young attendant just smiles slyly before setting in on the lovely, lanky blonde.

FIRST PRELIM

The first match of the night had already gone down in this 5 bout extravaganza at Joe's club; with saucy, sexy, Britney Spears, dismantling aged pop diva and long-time contender, Madonna, in a one sided, at times steamy, beating ending with Madonna's 7th round KO. Near the end, Charlize had watched intently on the closed circuit TV in the dressing room as Britney, having pummeled a defenseless Madonna to a near stupor along the ropes throughout the 5ht and 6th rounds, brazenly propped the old blonde up in the ropes to start the 7th round, and tauntingly put poor Madonna in a sizzling lip lock (a "nitey nite kiss" Britney breezily described it in her post-match comments) before the young blonde's wicked right hook turned out the lights on the defenseless older woman. It was a brutal, but also undeniably sizzling hot, destruction of an aged and badly faded boxing legend.

SECOND PRELIM

Now, on the screen above Charlize’s head as she groans softly beneath the expert hands of her favored young attendant, another even quicker, if similar, destruction of an aged legend, is taking place in the second preliminary bout of the day. It's a battle of the Moore's, "40-something" Demi, like Madonna a great, if somewhat faded, veteran of the celebrity boxing world, versus young Mandy. Fresh off a convincing KO of former champ, Cat Bell, a few months back, Mandy is eager to further advance her still young career by taking out another older brunette in Demi - long a top contender, but lightly fought, indeed seemingly semi-retired from the boxing wars these past few years.

"She should have stayed home and spared herself the humiliation," muses Charlize as she watches a clearly rusty, hapless Demi, walk into an overhand right from the tall young brunette late in the first and drop to her haunches in a neutral corner, taking a five count to the bell. Charlize’s manager is hurrying her along now, prying the ever attentive young brunette away from Theron's body draped limp on the training table; admonishing the former champ, "Get ready, girl, this bout's gonna be over quickly, and we're up next!"

That they are, Charlize suffering yet another indignity when the card was officially announced earlier in the week, by having her bout with Halle Berry relegated to the third of three prelims; with upstart Jessica Biel having signed to meet recently deposed champ, Cameron Diaz in the semi-main event prior to the Knowles-Henstridge title bout. Charlize wasn't happy about it then, and is still grumbling as she climbs off the table and dons her velvet robe, readying for her imminent journey up the club aisles to the ring.

Up in the ring, poor Demi Moore, sadly over-matched and out-gunned by a younger, fresher, clearly stronger Mandy Moore, is taking another fearsome beating in the second round, having been dropped to her knees early in the round by a withering left cross. Demi lays draped on the ropes, hanging on desperately as Mandy tees off with reckless, youthful abandon. Charlize’s eyes stay glued on the screen as the referee mercifully steps in to stop the carnage, grabbing and consoling a wobbly woozy Demi Moore while Mandy backs off, smacking her gloves triumphantly, winner by TKO in the second round.

A small shiver ripples down through the lanky blonde's beautiful body as she watches the dazed, battered, wobbly-legged Demi, still an incredibly sexy woman even at her age, being helped to her corner after the stoppage. Theron knows Demi, like the well-beaten Madonna earlier tonight, doesn't have many fights left in her long career; and the great blonde also knows she doesn't want to be fighting for a mere pay check and nothing else when she's anywhere as old as those two faded veterans. No, Charlize has it all planned; she'll get her shot at Beyonce or whoever holds the title, she'll win back that coveted crown, proving all the naysayers wrong, and shutting up the big bragging mouth of that tramp Beyonce Knowles, once and for all!

Indeed, competitive juices once again flowing freely, it's Beyonce, more than anyone else, that Charlize wants to face with the title on the line. The young diva will be undefeated if she's still champ, which will be all the more sweeter when Charlize takes the bootylicious tramp out. Then she'll fight on as champion again in a glorious 4th reign that will seal her claim to greatness as the most storied champion in celebrity boxing history. Once back in her rightful place as queen of the celebrity boxing world, Charlize figures she'll fight 2-3 more years max, retiring as champion of course, in her early thirties; averting the ugly scenes she's seen of late, of ex-champ Cat Bell, looking old and out of shape, being dismantled by Mandy Moore a couple months back, and, more recently, by Natasha Henstridge; of Madonna and Demi, in their 40's and well past their prime, stinking it up tonight against the young divas, Britney and Mandy.

“It's a young woman's game," Charlize idly ruminates. “And I'm still a young woman, in my physical prime. It's still my time to shine!" And it starts anew right now with slinky, sexy Halle Berry in their 10 round preliminary bout coming up.

Charlize, in flowing black velvet robe surrounded by a large entourage, exits the dressing room just as they drag a still loopy Demi Moore past, the battered, beaten old brunette's head lolling limply while she's carried to a much needed shower. Charlize clucks to herself, filling quick pity for the battered actress, but then dismisses Demi from her idle thoughts just as quickly while parading up the aisle to the ring as the cheers rain down on her. She is STILL a big draw in the boxing game, and loves it, a big smile creasing her lovely face while she waves to her adoring crowd.

"They still think you're the greatest, Champ," her manager, walking at her side, chirps cheerily.

Charlize gives a swift nod of her head, giggling softly as, almost giddy, the lanky blonde slips through the ropes. All the hard times, the KO’s by Cameron Diaz; losing her last title; the disastrous beating by the Bootylicious Bitch, Beyonce, that followed too quickly after that and more recently the sparring struggles against Biel and Jlo. All that shit is in the hazy, distant past in Charlize’s mind right at the moment; she's living in the present moment and loves THIS particular moment, the feeling electric, raising goose bumps on her smooth skin, as she dances in her corner, raising her arms to the continuing cheers of her faithful while staring with mock sternness at her slinky foe warming up as well in the opposite corner. She has no real animosity toward Halle Berry, actually respects her greatly as an accomplished actress and solid boxing veteran. The stare is just part of the game, and Halle can play the game too, staring right back at her. Once the bell rings, they'll each be trying to knock the other into senseless oblivion, just part of the "game" as well.

They continue staring at each other as first Halle, then Charlize, shed their robes, stripping down to the bare essentials; each draws loud gasps and a few "wolf whistles" from the ringside crowd when they reveal their stunning bodies barely clad in revealing string bikinis; Halle's shimmering silver, Charlize opting for her familiar cream outfit. Charlize, ever the sexual creature, even as she prepares for battle, or rather especially as she prepares for battle, stifles a low gasp herself at first sight of Halle Berry's splendidly preserved, make that spectacularly alluring, 38 year old body.

"Gawd, I hope I still look that good when I'm her age," Charlize thinks, feeling the familiar tingle right down at the tip of her nipples which are rock hard with excitement; her juices are flowing - competitive and otherwise! Charlize Theron, once and perhaps future boxing champion, is ready to tear Halle Berry apart.

Round 1
The perfunctory introductions are over, Halle Berry, the older woman, never a champion, and a decided underdog, drawing nearly as many cheers as the three time champ; a fact noted by Charlize; which only increases the legendary blonde's fervent desire to knock the gorgeous dark-haired woman silly. The bell rings, both women pushing aggressively to the attack: yet Halle is pressing the fight more than Charlize, constantly moving forward, displaying her dazzling foot and hand speed here in the early going, bothering the ex-champion. Charlize quickly goes on the defensive, trying to keep the more aggressive Berry at arms length with a long snapping jab. And she's reaching the older brunette consistently with her counter, though doing little real harm to her dancing, weaving, slashing, ever-attacking foe.

Charlize can hear a few boos already as she retreats behind her defensive jab, back to the ropes while clinching after taking a Halle flurry, mostly on her drawn up arms. This was supposed to be a ‘safe’ fight; a name fighter with little punch, one Charlize could soon enough reach and drop…

Or so her manager maintained while urging Charlize to sign the contract, "I see it this way, Champ. Halle Berry will look good, dancing around and all, but she's a lightweight; can't punch; can't take much of a punch either. Cameron laid her out flat in five, remember?"

Charlize HAD remembered all right. The last time Halle fought a top contender was over a year ago; about three months, ironically, before Diaz flattened Charlize herself although Charlize, then still champion, lasted to the 12th and final round against the rugged blonde before Cameron had finally knocked her out after administering a severe beating to the champion over the previous 3 or 4 rounds. Charlize had remembered, and snidely retorted her manager's smug assertion, "So we both got leveled by that blonde bitch, what's your point, ma'am?"

No, Charlize wasn't taking Halle lightly, even if she fully intends to stop the older woman, hopefully, for prides sake, faster than Cameron Diaz could. And her first opportunity comes in short order. While Halle still has impressive hand and foot speed, particularly for a woman her age, age and too many hard fights over a long career, have sapped her once keen defensive reflexes. So, even though she's more than capable of reaching Charlize with her relatively harmless ‘pitty pat’ punches in the early going, Halle's vulnerable to counter-attack, taking nearly as many punches as she's launching at the defensive blonde.

The first hard counter by Charlize, a sizzling right cross off a Theron clinch, zings through Berry's haphazard defense, catching only jaw with a loud thwacck! Suddenly, Halle’s in a world of hurt, stumbling backward before groggily slipping to all fours; woozily shaking her head to clear the cobwebs while the referee begins to count over her slumped form. She makes it up by "EIGHT!" still clearly dazed, no longer attacking, but retreating to the ropes to ride out the storm with the time-tested ‘rope-a-dope’ tactic of a great, if wounded, veteran; allowing Charlize to tee off, trying to end it quickly.

And the big blonde almost gets her hoped for quick stoppage; the sheer velocity of her zinging punches smacking into Berry's drawn up arms wobbling poor Halle anew just before the bell. But Berry escapes the round, having avoided a second punishing head shot that almost surely would have ended it. Charlize pads to her corner at the bell, winded and just a bit discouraged at not getting the quick KO, but still supremely confident that it will come, and SOON. Her manager pats her on the back as a handler pulls her arms up during the break, letting her lungs take in copious quantities of air.

The veteran corner woman cooing to her famed charge, "Hey, everything looks great, Champ. This round you'll get her."

Charlize nods, takes in a big swig of water when her ever-devoted young favored attendant tilts her head back and offers the bottle, followed by a light, loving tap of her flushed cheeks before pulling back. The mouthpiece goes back in; Charlize stifles a lingering sigh after that sweet little brush on her cheek from the gorgeous young brunette, then gets her game face back on, glaring across the ring at her intended victim while she rises, awaiting the second round bell.

Round 2
A funny thing happens to Charlize on the way to her expected KO this round; namely, Halle Berry, the 38 year old ‘safe foe,’ indeed pretty much a convenient stiff in the first round, still has - to Charlize’s chagrin - a lot of fight left in her! Sure, the leggy veteran was touched up in the first, but she's still on her feet, still game, and still utilizing the rope-a-dope she used to escape Theron's first round thunder after the knockdown. Charlize, whether she cares to admit it or not, is clearly not the same ‘terminator’ type fighter she was in her glory days. The former champion is still plenty savvy and hungry all right; it's just that she's struggled in recent bouts with finishing out-classed foes. And she similarly struggles here; still landing the more telling blows early, but her long, stinging jab, far from breaking down the rope-bound Berry's guard, is doing little more than thudding harmlessly into Halle’s drawn up arms and tucked together gloves.

With maybe a minute left in the round, Charlize is nowhere close to knocking the cagey veteran out; in fact, she's winded from the futility of her effort as Halle, having ridden out the worst of Charlize’s early KO quest, is still dead game and surprisingly eager to mix it up as the round winds down. Halle going back to her slashing dancing style, actually takes the fight to the dismayed blonde late in the second round, attacking up to, and after, the bell.

Round 3
So much for the early KO theory! Charlize has caught her breath, if not fully regained her KO focus as the third round begins, coming out somewhat tentatively, as if realizing she’s in for another of those long, tiring fights that have marked her last year in the ring and needs to buy some time to regroup. Simply put, the big blonde has already squandered most of the advantage she’d gained when she put a dazed Halle Berry down for the 8 count in the opening stanza. Now, she looks almost indifferent about it, letting the resurgent veteran carry the fight to her. Charlize picked apart the more aggressive Berry's haphazard defense in that first round, but has scant success in the third, doing little more than jabbing defensively in response to Berry's slashing attacks. Halle’s body blows land more frequently on Charlize’s lean body as the momentum-changing round winds down, a round which ends with Charlize back on the ropes, holding on; unhurt, but clearly discouraged, while Berry bangs away at her lanky form.

Round 4
It's more of the same in the 4th, with Halle becoming more and more aggressive on the attack, dazzling and befuddling Charlize with her impressive hand and foot-speed. The blond ex-champ looks startlingly outclassed, both in spirit and effectiveness, constantly back-pedaling now to avoid Berry's non-stop pressure; her own attack reduced to a few flicking jabs and an occasional harder punch threading its way past Halle's arms to momentarily slow, but never stop, her relentless assault. Charlize starts to hear more boos from the crowd as she spends much of the early part of the fourth round clutching and grabbing after each Berry slashing advance. Halle, for her part, is certainly belying her age, still dancing strong on the attack, although she’s paying some for her slowed reflexes on defense as the occasional Theron punch finds it’s way through. Charlize, even defensive, is still the harder puncher; and a good left hook off a break catches Halle flush on the side of the face, stunning the dark-haired beauty. But, unlike the first round, this time Halle stays on her feet, the punch angering more than hurting her; and she's moving Charlize back yet again with a withering attack as the 4th round bell sounds!

Charlize plops down on her stool between rounds, arms slung over the top rope, head bowed, sucking big gulps of air as her handlers wipe her down and massage her arms. Her manager gets in her face, asking almost disgustedly, "What the hell's the matter with you champ? First you let that old stiff off the hook in the opening round, then you let the bitch take the fight to you for three rounds!! Where's that champions pride girl? You're a better fighter than that; you and I both know that!"

Charlize looks up directly at her manager and sniffs, with visible irritation edging her voice, "Knock it off will you! I'm doing my best out there. Berry ain't no bitch and she certainly isn't a 'stiff'. She's damn tough!" Her manager gets even more irritated now, snapping, "Yeah? Well, she's a pretty decent fighter; OK I'll give her that; moves good for sure - but she ain't got NO punch and she’s certainly no Beyonce! So what the hell are you afraid of girl? She can't hurt you with those namby-pamby slaps; she ain't gonna knock you out; no way, no how. So get off your sweet ass and knock her silly!"

Round 5
Properly inspired, or NOT, by her manager's questionable pep talk, Charlize pushes herself off her stool for the 5th round, smacks her gloves menacingly, then proceeds to go out and basically do very little to stem the tide of the fight. In fact, she's in almost constant retreat from Berry's pressure, spending a great deal of time with her back on the ropes, holding on and allowing Halle to work her delectable body. More boos rain down on the tired and clearly flustered ex-champion as Berry takes unquestioned command of the fight, showing little regard, or respect, for Theron's presumed greater power which, admittedly, is glaringly absent this round. Holding on as she is, Charlize almost seems to be relishing the frequent moments in close body contact with Halle’s world class body - so much so that the referee more than once, snarls at the big blonde as he breaks up yet another clinch, "This ain't no love-in, Blondie; fight damnit!"

Truth is, Charlize DOES get a little tingle in that long, lovely body, and often a decidedly euphoric buzz in her super-sensitive breasts, particularly when she's in close embrace with sexy foes - like Halle Berry. She certainly felt the vibe when Angelina Jolie was giving a blatantly erotic mugging to the big blonde, pulling down her bra cups several times to maul Charlize’s aroused tits. And before that, delicious young brunette Mandy Moore’s big, beautiful body damn near drove Theron to utter distraction - and ruin - in the late stages of their fight. And (as much as she loathes the thought on a conscious level) Charlize can't help admitting that she got more than a little worked up when Cameron Diaz and Beyonce Knowles were pounding the stuffing out of her late in her dreadful twin KO defeats at their hands. And she vividly recalls waking up flat on her back, with her nipples rock hard and absolutely aching as she looked up at hot young bitch Jessica Biel, whom she’d eagerly hired - mistakenly and only briefly - hired as a sparring partner only because she thought she was so hot! She certainly didn't plan it that way - all that body tingling stuff she felt when fighting those girls - it just happened naturally and there was nothing she could do to prevent it!

Indeed, as she quickly clinches tight against Halle again, ignoring the ref's ridiculous admonition, her hard nipples are fairly humming as she presses them to Halle's curvy body, having an all-too-vivid flashback to those fateful last minutes in the ring against the undeniably bootylicious Beyonce, whom she despises on one level, but admittedly can't help thinking - sometimes dreaming - of on a whole ‘nother level! Gads, Charlize can still remember looking up dreamily through glassy eyes after being battered to the canvas at the end of the 6th round, staring up at those broad, sweat-drenched pillars of mighty muscle that constitute Beyonce's bronzed legs, poised over her flattened body. Then later, in the 7th and final round, having been left trashed on the ropes with only a perfunctory count-out over her broken, beaten body to come - even as she was drifting in and out of consciousness, she can dimly remember and feel it still….the vicarious thrill she felt when her young tormentor haughtily hauled her off those same ropes before the ref could begin his count, and left her draped helpless with her face pressed to that wonderful, warm thigh before she went sliding slowly down to the canvas to be counted out. As she hugs Halle, Charlize body shudders at the sweet tormenting memory, her idle reverie ending in a loud gasp as her sweat drenched and undeniably alluring foe, digs a sharp right into her side.

Shocked back to the present by Halle's cruel rib tickler, Charlize realizes she still has THIS fight to take care of, and, ever the competitor, still wants to win; but her mind's drifting, losing focus this round, and she’s suddenly feeling a different buzz; a screaming ache in her already well-worked over abs, as Halle buries three or four stiff shots deep in her flat tummy while Theron holds on up high, waiting for the break. Halle is NOT much of a puncher and she hasn't really hurt the former champion much to this point - although she's slung a ton of leather at the big blonde. But veteran campaigner that she is, Halle is a cagey, savvy fighter and now, off the break, she sees an opening as Charlize drops her arms slightly as she moves back.

Berry pounces, a sizzling left hook up high, real high; slashing sideways across the stunned blondes right eye, rocking her head to the left and instantly raising an ugly welt above and beside the eye. Charlize stumbles to her left, clearly hurt for the first time in this fight as the uncommonly hard Halle hook shakes her right down to her toes; her legs numbed, unresponsive, yet holding up beneath her. The punch was good, but not THAT good and Charlize’s senses are still intact, even if her legs have become balky from the lingering effects - not so much this single head turning left butthe accumulation of withering body blows she's soaked up the entire round while clinching. Charlize still has all her faculties; but she's tiring and, more alarmingly, her dinged-up right eye is swelling ominously, partially closing the eye and hindering her sight. She's having a hard time picking up Halle's left hand as she backs away, flailing her left jab in confusion. She backs to the ropes, gloves up high to protect the damaged eye; her flat stomach, the flesh reddened; sore and aching again glaringly exposed.

Charlize groans as yet another Berry body salvo pounds her midsection; her long lovely legs very balky, numbed, unresponsive. She needs to create space, buy time to recover, but how? There's a minute left in this faltering round as poor Charlize hunkers on the ropes on now certifiably ‘dead legs.’ Berry is all over her, working her way up Charlize’s body to blast at her curled up arms. The bloodthirsty crowd sensing a fatal weakening in the faltering blonde legend, lustily urges the brown-skinned beauty on! Thirty seconds to go, Theron launches a weak counter, her thudding left hook to the body barely slowing the relentless older brunette. Theron franntically clinching as Halle answers with two hard, straight lefts to her well-worked abs and Charlize blanches, grunts and hangs on, groping at the shorter woman, forcing the ref to break the clinch.

Thirty seconds left in this telling round, Charlize trying to come off her rope prison after the break; but NO, Halle’s in her face, chopping a quick hard left hook up high - And Charlize is hurt again; wobbling back, butt in the ropes, legs quivering, arms wrapped wearily around Halle as Berry pounds body and bludgeons arms; desperately trying to wriggle free of the groping blonde to drive home more harm! The referee moves in to break the blondes clinch yet again and as Halle steps back, Charlize stays with her butt stuffed in the ropes. Halle, moving back in, looks winded and spent from her hard-working labor, falling in against the slumped over blonde as the round ends, thumping lefts and rights in behind Charlize’s elbows! Charlize has ridden out this round, staying off the canvas although rocked several times.

Theron plodding on shaky stems to her corner; Halle, drained but smiling wanly, trudges to her own corner. As Charlize plops her ass down on her stool she lays her head back wearily on the turnbuckle, letting her handlers set about their work; zeroing in on that puffy, bruised eye. There’s some commotion at ringside where Beyonce Knowles, the sexy, brassy young undefeated champion who will defend her title against big Canadian blonde Natasha Henstridge, gets up from a front row seat and heads to the locker room.

One of her entourage chirps in surprise, "Hey Beyonce, don'cha wanna stay and watch the end of this fight?"

Turning her head, Beyonce breezily snaps, "Hun, this fight is OVER! Old six-round Theron is pretty much cooked. Next round... hey, how fitting, it's the 6th round coming up... well, next round it should be REALLY over. Halle’s a weak girl, can't punch at all….and look what she's doing to that bimbo; carving her up like a delicious roast turkey! It's a pity really, ‘cuz I was really looking forward to beating that blonde bimbo myself in my next title defense. Now it looks like old '6 Round' won't be fighting championship fights no more. Poor girl! She's a shot fighter all right, like I been saying all along….and guess who made her that way?"

No need to answer that question, really; the boxing world, at least according to Beyonce, begins and ends with her bootylicious bopping in the squared ring. She's been crowing for some time how Charlize has never been the same since she, Beyonce, took care of her the first time around. Lately, Beyonce’s been crowing about wrecking another "blonde bimbo's" career, namely Cameron Diaz, the ex-champ who’s fighting Jessica Biel in the next bout.

Over in Charlize's corner, as Beyonce and entourage parade up the aisle to cheers and just a few catcalls, it certainly looks like the former champ may well be on her last legs as a title contender. Charlize puts on a brave face, stoically rising before the bell, but it doesn't look good. By taking on an older, smaller, lighter opponent in Halle Berry in the first place, the great blonde had literally everything to lose, but little really to gain, by an expected victory, save keeping her hopes alive for that elusive next title shot. Yet, having wasted a golden opportunity when she had Halle down in the opening stanza and weaving unsteadily against the ropes, Charlize now finds herself staring at the implausible fact that, with half the scheduled rounds gone by, she's almost surely trailing on all scorecards, with Berry dictating the tempo and increasingly taking control of the fight throughout rounds 3 through 5. Indeed, Halle's slashing attack, her ring wiles and her superior hand speed, have all wreaked cruel havoc on the plans and lofty dreams of Charlize and her manager, so far!

Round 6
But there’s still a long way to go and Halle's sleek and shapely - but 38-year old - legs can't dance all night (can they?) She looked badly winded and heavy legged at the end of the 5th round, but, apparently rejuvenated during the break, now she’s back on the attack again as the sixth begins and Charlize's right eye, raked by Halle’s left hand in the last round, is still puffy and clearly bothering her. Halle keeps flicking her jab early and often, keeping the pressure on and increasingly connecting as Charlize’ vision, clouded on the right side, has more and more trouble picking up the glove of her tawny foe. Theron reels back from a crisp Berry right-left combo, gloves up protectively as she falls back into the ropes; flicking her own, very defensive, jab out to keep Halle at bay while she tries to regroup.

But Halle can smell it now; the fear and uncertainty of a hunkered blonde beauty peering fretfully with one good eye from a defensive shell; Halle can almost taste the first tangible hint of impending victory as she slashes in, taking a solid counter left from the embattled blonde up high, but shaking if off with barely a wobble in those exquisitely formed light brown legs; snapping her incessant left jab... once…twice…a third time. Poor Charlize barely sees any of the quicksilver jabs through her clouded right eye. The last, and hardest, snapping her head back in a spray of foamy spittle and sweat as it rakes the damaged orb. Charlize stumbles to her left, long balletic legs balky and trembly as she gropes blindly for the slender, dark-haired beauty; her eye closed to a purplish slit of puffy flesh. Berry pushes away Theron's pawing arms and snaps her jab, landing high on the blonde's right cheek, turning her head to the left, then comes back with a right uppercut what whistles up under Theron's pawing gloves, hammering it home on Charlize’s unguarded jaw! The mocha-toned beauty is carving up the great blonde with ruthless efficiency now!

Charlize is barely hanging on, herlegs wobbling horribly, leaning on the smaller woman, desperately wrapping her up and hanging on. Halle, winded from her own frenzied attack, gasping great gulps of air, hammers two, and then three, body blows to the groping blonde, each eliciting a grunt from the embattled blonde as her body sags against the pillaging black woman. At first, the ref appears ready to move in and pry the two sweaty beauties apart, but holds up a few feet away, transfixed, as are most all eyes in the club, on the steamy embrace of these stunning world class beauties as they hug chest to chest, barely covered breasts slipping and sliding as they heave together; sweat-slick arms grappling and groping; shapely legs straining and pushing against one another; tensed thigh and calve muscles rippling in the heat of battle.

His slight hesitation is all Halle needs to slip her right arm from the sweaty tangle and hammer another short hard uppercut to Charlize’s jaw, the punch snapping the blonde's head back. Theron, her legs short-circuited, go all weak and rubbery and she slumps into Halle’s embracing arms. Feeling Charlize’s full weight settling against her, Halle tearing at the tiring arms holding her, hooks her gloves up under the blonde's armpits, then sighs in weary relief as the battered blonde body slides down her sleek, glistening torso. Poor Charlize slumping to her knees, her heavy gloved arms dropping to the canvas beside her sweaty flanks, the right side of her face resting (almost as if on a lover’s) against one of Halle's luscious brown thighs.

The smooth flesh of Halle's planted leg is strangely soothing to the dazed blonde and her mind dreamily flashes back to her similar slow slide down Beyonce's thicker, more muscular - but equally sexy - legs in a terribly hazy past. The groggy beauty can't really comprehend just where she is, or what delicious babe is helping her by offering her warm, moist thigh to rest against, but she sighs softly, grateful for the respite from the awful pounding she's been taking. She's only dimly aware as the precious warm, comforting pillar is pulled back from her flushed cheek…feeling her body slipping down, abruptly jolted back to the present by the referee's harsh voice above her. The referee has finally moved in, prying Halle away from her slumped foe.

Berry wanders away slowly toward a neutral corner while Charlize drops to all fours, her head drooping as the count finally begins to register over her huddled form. At "FIVE" Charlize has her head up and has lifted one leg, struggling to rise. At "SEVEN" she staggers to her feet, grabbing the rope for support. She takes the "EIGHT" on wobbly legs, cradled by the ref before he steps back and gestures for the fight to continue.

Berry is in quickly, no longer dancing, now slashing her punches up high on the tottering blonde as time runs down on the round….a left hook to the side of the face; a labored right uppercut just misses as the slender brunette struggles with her own weary arms while Charlize covers along the ropes, then tries to push Halle off with a weak left jab. Berry slips the tentative attempt and comes over Theron's waving left with a wicked right hook that smacks home….

THUNKKK! It's the best, and clearly the hardest, blow the normally light-hitting Berry has landed all night and she's spent by the effort, her arms dropping wearily. But the damage has been done! Not two feet from the drained dark-haired beauty, Charlize’ body is in free fall; head whipping back; legs buckling beneath her as she begins a woozy slide sideways down the ropes; clumping down onto her right hip, her arms and legs akimbo.

This could be IT…poor Charlize in a daze on her side, right arm flung behind her head, left straight out in front of her stretched out body; her long legs slithering, pushing fitfully at the canvas as the count begins again, this time with a drained Halle Berry sagging on the ropes in the neutral corner, sucking gulps of precious air, grateful for the respite and hopeful her victory is less than 10 sweeps of the referee's hand away. Fighting her own awful demons as the count reaches "FOUR" Charlize’s head lolls back, her blue eyes glassy, a small trickle of blood at the left corner of her mouth dribbling down her chin. As the count reaches "SIX" her eyes still have that clouded, vacant look of a KO’d fighter, staring absently up at the ceiling lights. The count continues. "SEVEN"... there is a slight twitching of one long lovely leg, but little other response from the battered blonde... "EIGHT"... her nipples are straining against the thin, sweat-damp fabric of her tiny top. In the fallen blonde's clouded mind she sees a haunting vision of Beyonce Knowles and Jessica Biel; the young beauty’s melding together to make one hot super-babe peering down at her splayed form with a strange mixture of idle curiosity and raw lust. A goofy smile crosses her sweat streaked face as Charlize stretches one arm back behind her head almost languorously, offering her delectable, tingling body up to the hot looking super-babe leering down at her in her mind's eye; "NINE". An anguished moan involuntarily escapes the lips of Charlize’s manager in her corner and her favored young attendant has her head buried in her hands on the ring apron.

Then CLANG the bell saves Charlize just one tick short of oblivion! The groggy blonde legend feels herself being lifted onto wobbly legs by the ref while Halle Berry's shoulders sag at the realization she must come out for at least one more round as she plods to her own corner. Charlize is helped to hers, slumping onto her stool while her handlers work feverishly over their battered charge. Charlize, slowly coming around after taking a direct hit from the ammonia capsule, woozily mumbles, "Where'd they….uhhh….I mean…where'd SHE go?"

Her manager just shakes her head, she, like the other corner folk, frantically working to patch up their girl, and thus too busy working to talk to the punch-drunk blonde.

Round 7
Charlize, her head finally starting to clear, clings stubbornly to a thin thread of hope as she prepares for the 7th round. Sure she was one tick shy of being KO’d, saved by the bell in the 6th, but she has the best corner women in celebrity boxing and they've patched up the eye and massaged her battered, weary muscles as best they can. Meanwhile, a few well placed slaps across her cheeks by the comely young brunette - who knows Charlize only too well and instinctively realizes how distracted she'd become last round - have snapped Charlize from her delicious reverie about Beyonce, and Jessica... Mandy, Angelina, gads even the silly bimbo, Cameron. Yes, slaps have definitely helped, as did the loving peck on one still stinging cheek that quickly followed. They pull her to her feet before the bell and she stands on her own, legs heavy but firm, bravely answering the call.

That Charlize is back on her feet and still game, surprises young champ Beyonce, watching on closed circuit in her dressing room. She’d written off the ‘shot blonde’ in the 6th, seemingly disgusted she wouldn't get the chance to carve up that delectable long lean body of Theron's again when she watched Theron fall, not once, but twice, to aging Halle’s ‘pitty pat fists’.

"How humiliating for Theron," Beyonce sniffed as they pulled a groggy Theron off the canvas after the saving bell. "She's done; knocked out by an old has-been who can't punch. Sheesh, I tole you that girl was a shot fighter. I bet she quits right there on the stool before the next bell. DAMN! I wanted to have the privilege of making the GREAT…hah! ‘Great’ my bootylicious ass…Theron, quit in her corner. DOUBLE DAMN, hah-hah!"

Yet, Charlize has far less ‘quit’ in her marvelous body than Beyonce, or anyone, had expected; but she WAS running out of time! Berry had absolutely dominated the last two rounds, and damn near stopped the legendary blonde with her incessant ‘pitty pat’ punching late in the sixth. Charlize, plainly speaking, now probably needed a KO to win, Berry's control of this fight is that big and that's not a realistic goal when you, yourself, have just came within one tiny tick of being counted out.

But, if there's a glimmer of hope for the banged up blonde, it's this; clearly as they come out Halle is suddenly plodding on heavy legs and struggling with even heavier arms. Berry has defied her advancing years through six hard rounds, fighting the last few at a frenetic pace, tossing leather with reckless abandon; but when that bell saved Charlize at the end of the sixth a good part of the adrenaline spike fueling Halle’s raging attack, vanished in an instant; consumed by a body numbing exhaustion that had been slowly, but surely, creeping up on her. Now, Halle truly felt the full weight the punches thrown, not to mention more than a few hard punches taken earlier from the big blonde. She’s fighting to keep her old body going!

Halle must know she can pretty much lay back these last few rounds, stay out of trouble, and take a relatively easy decision from the well worked over blonde. But Halle's whole career has been a saga of close misses and blown opportunities. Twice, earlier in her career, she entered the ring at even money or better to take a title, only to fight too cautiously and end up on her back taking the 10 count each time in what had become a continuing legacy of lackluster efforts and big match failures. Now, in what should be the twilight of her career, the tawny veteran wanted to shake the big match jinx!

Goaded on by the ever bloodthirsty fans chafing for a knockout, and disappointed they didn't get it back in the sixth when Charlize woozily took her ‘NINE’ count only to be saved by the bell, Halle holds nothing back! But she has little left; she’s nearing exhaustion, though doing her damndest to hide that awful fact from the also-tired-and-more-banged-up younger blonde. Almost on pure determination, the suddenly heavy-legged older brunette gets inside on Theron, laboring to lift her gloves with each blow - and taking more and more counters from the gutsy tall blonde as she all but abandons any pretense of defense in her hunger for a KO!. Yet, by mid-round Halle is no longer even plodding, merely slogging on her weary attack; punches missing low and wide much more often than connecting on Theron's lithe frame.

Charlize is hardly a ‘spring chicken’ herself and the baggage of those devastating two knockdowns in the 6th, not to mention the endless quicksilver punches that kept her on the defensive early, weigh heavily as she labors to land her own blows. They end the round in a weary clinch lasting 15 seconds or so; their sensational bodies slathered with sweat; intertwined in a groping, grunting impasse at the bell. Halle has probably won yet another round by sheer determination, but narrowly. And now, for the first time since the opening stanza, her sleek legs waver as she meanders to her corner. Charlize is also wobbly, but at least she’s clear-headed as she heads back to her corner.

Charlize is still hopeful she can pull this out as she slumps on her stool between rounds, head down, taking big breaths of precious air while her handlers massage her shoulders, arms, thighs and calves. Her manager has seen the tell-tale wobble in Halle's lovely legs and knows the older woman has run out of gas. Charlize was all but gone at the end of the sixth, yet her exhausted foe couldn't even hurt her the very next round. As they drag the embattled blonde off her stool for the 8th round, her manager whispers, “This is YOUR round, hun; put everything on the line... Berry's done, ain't got nothing left in the tank... let her come to you, then take your shots... she can't lift her arms; can't punch; can't defend herself. You just gotta dig deep into that big ol' heart o an’ take her out... hear me?"

Charlize doesn't seem convinced that she can do what her manager is asking, grunting in response; her head still bowed. But suddenly out of the blue her favored attendant, the sexy young brunette who'd been so devotedly rubbing her shoulders, darts forward, one hand clenched around something she’s holding at thigh level as her other arm reaches around to Theron's chin, lifting and tilting the beautiful blonde's head back in one deft motion. Charlize, startled, groans loudly, but is cut off in mid-groan by her girl’s wet, pink tongue darting deep between her willingly parting lips. Charlize’s startled groan is instantly replaced by a muffled moan of instantly surging passion as her sultry young companion pulls her groping tongue out with her own breathless sigh. Then lifting her dangling arm, just as swiftly she pours the contents of a small flask down Charlize’s throat. Theron almost chokes the liquid back up, but manages to swallow it all with one gulp, her eyes wide and wondering.

The young brunette takes the flask back down as quickly as she’d forced it to Charlize’s open mouth, hoarsely whispering to the lovely blonde, "Just a little something to wash it all down, babe!"

She releases her death grip on Charlize’s chin and the veteran blonde shakes her head in disbelief as her young attendant slips into the shadows at ringside; her long, lithe body giving a little impromptu shiver when her manager hisses at the young brunette, "Get that damn thing outta sight, girlie; pronto!"

Round 8
They're coming out now for the 8th of 10 scheduled; two battle weary beauties slogging it out in what has become a battle for mere survival in so many ways. For Charlize, survival as a viable championship contender means somehow finding a way to pull this thing out…but it won't be easy! She's hopelessly behind on points so only a KO, a rare commodity for this once vaunted blonde recently, will do it. Yet Halle, having fought so valiantly for so long, coming within an eyelash, or more appropriately a scant tick of the clock, of registering a huge upset KO in the 6th, is fighting her own demon; the ravages of utter exhaustion. Her 38 year old legs look their age (possibly older), heavy and plodding and so far removed from the slashing, dancing, age-defying marvels so stunningly displayed earlier when she was shockingly carving up the great blonde. No, Halle fired her last serious bullet late in the telling 6th round, now she's merely trying to summon the willpower to stay out of trouble, on her feet so she can take a surprising, if well deserved, decision win.

Halle and her corner have no doubt come to an agreement that the mocha-skin beauty won’t resort to the rope-a-dope that got her through round two, probably fearing to give the wounded, but still cagey, blonde too much time to use her long arms to land the one punch Charlize so desperately needs to turn defeat to victory. Halle, though desperately tired, indeed seemingly utterly exhausted as she sagged into the taller blonde at the end of the last round after failing to close the deal keeps slogging on the attack to open the 8th. But there is truly nothing left in that slim, luscious body; her arms are dead, her legs equally so. She’s not just punched out, she can barely defend herself against Theron's more and more frequent counters. This gutsy, if aging veteran, has literally "hit the wall".

For a brief while, it's a bizarre dance to mutual oblivion between two tired female warriors; Halle plodding in, taking two or three blows to the arms and body that slow, but don't stop her forward advance; then she tries to load an empty gun of an arm, but labors mightily just to lift her heavy gloves even to her own chest!

Charlize, great veteran that she is, easily picks off Halle’s slow, telegraphed, chest-high punches from the spent dark-haired beauty, and increasingly connecting through Halle's non-existent defense with her long jab. With the round maybe one minute old, Halle is hardly moving forward at all, reduced to clinching after each weary swipe at the younger, taller, blonde; riding out the digging body blows that Charlize lands to her sweat-soaked body. Halle can only hang on, groaning with each THUD of leather into unprotected body parts.

Halle has nothing left, and it's painfully clear to her loyal supporters that’s the case. The larger question is whether her illustrious foe, the former champion Charlize, has enough left to land that elusive KO punch before time runs out on her. As said, Theron has hardly been a "KO machine" lately, particularly in the exhausting late rounds. Her loud-mouth nemesis, Beyonce Knowles, has repeatedly referred to the fact that Charlize, once she gets past the middle rounds, is a "sad picture"; a "pathetic sight, really" She remarked in another interview, "Theron’s become punching bag for no-account bimbo's like Mandy Moore!" A cold, cutting observation from the young champ!

Charlize needs the KO; her only shot at pulling out the fight, perhaps her last remaining shot at getting even one more serious sniff at the coveted title. By mid-round, she's completely taken over the fight from the spent, nearly motionless Berry, who is no longer even pretending to punch or defend, merely hanging on as Charlize belabors her lithe, lean body. They break the clinch, Berry not moving at all, weaving slightly as she stands in stoically. Charlize breaking down her weak defenses with a pretty good long, lazy, looping jab that Halle takes high on her right shoulder. She steps back, gloved arms dropped nearly to her waist, her breathing heavy, rattling her slim body with every rasping inhale. She desperately needs a break, but the bell is probably a good minute away still.

Charlize moves in and unleashes; left-right, then a left up high…Halle goes wobble city, stumbling back after taking the second left on the side of her face. The older woman is hurt, hunkering in the ropes with Charlize all over her, winging frenzied blows from all angles in an adrenaline-spiked fury. Halle has no where to go! She ducks and weaves; the left hook catches only jaw and now she's sitting on the middle rope, head bent back, arms extended, groping woozily at the big blonde as the referee moves in, separating them. Charlize blowing huge exhalations of air as she stumbles back herself, spent from her sudden, frenzied attack, slowly retreating toward the neutral corner. Halle straightens slightly as the referee begins to give her a standing “8 count.” At “SEVEN” Halle has her butt off the ropes and is standing on her own, still visibly wobbly.

The referee looks into her brown eyes, shakes out her gloves, and asks quietly, "You OK?"

Halle nods glumly and staggers a few feet away from the ropes to show she can still go on. The ref waves Charlize back in! She’s hungry, can smell it now and she won't stop until she has Berry flat on her back. The legendary blonde moves forward, plodding and heavy-legged herself, but her long, lovely legs are firm beneath her. She labors to lift her blows as she bulls into the stationary black girl. Halle groping and grabbing, basically defenseless. A good left sneaks through her pawing hands and rocks Halle’s head as the punch SLAMS into her jaw. Legs all aquiver, the tawny beauty slumps back against the ropes, holding on; forehead tucked between the blonde's breasts; letting Theron wearily belabor her lithe body.

Charlize forces a heavy, cumbersome right uppercut through the tangle of arms to THUD Halle's unguarded jaw, wobbling, but not dropping, the embattled veteran. Charlize hisses, "Fall, dammit!" as she digs a left hook to the body, steps back to catch her breath with Halle weaving on the ropes in front of her. Charlize launches a left hook, the punch is labored and slow, but true; catching ALL of Halle’s jaw and spinning the helpless older woman halfway around as her rubbery legs fight to keep her upright. Halle’s getting hammered and is helpless to defend herself! Charlize is moving forward when the ref, having seen enough, grabs her arm and pulls her to one side.

The big blonde, stumbling wearily, snarls, "Let me at her, damn you!"

The ref checks the wobbly wreck that used to be gorgeous Halle Berry, making sure she's propped firmly against the ropes for support before turning and waving his arms over his head…..stopping the fight! There are maybe 10, 15 seconds left in the 8th round at best, but it's over!

Berry's handlers swarm their wobbly charge, guiding her back to the corner while Halle's manager races across the ring to protests to the ref, screaming, "You can't stop it, my girl was still on her feet; the round was almost over!"

The referee just looks at her, sniffs, "Ma'am, your girl was out on her feet and couldn't defend herself; I did her, all of you actually, a favor, by stopping this thing."

"Out, my ass!" her manager rages. “Who paid you? Did Theron pay you to stop it so she wouldn't suffer another humiliating loss. This stinks, and you know it!".

The ref turns and walks away, blissfully ignoring Halle's livid manager. It's the same ref who refused to stop the carnage late in the controversial bout Charlize had with Mandy Moore. The helpless fighter then was, of course, a whimpering, tottering Charlize. He didn’t want to make the same mistake here tonight, and he hasn't!

Charlize wanders back to her corner, a small, weary smile playing on her pretty face. She has won again, but it certainly wasn't easy. Out-boxed the better part of the fight - one tick from oblivion back in that awful sixth - she had just enough left to come on at the end and get the late stoppage she needed. It was the only way she was gonna win…and she did! Sure she desperately wanted to put Halle Berry flat on her back, but she'll take the TKO gratefully under the circumstances.

She wanders up the aisle after the official announcement, hearing polite, if not overwhelming, applause from the large crowd. She was once the heavy fan favorite in these things, now some - the more fickle ones in her view - have deserted her and were probably among those clamoring for her KO in that dreadful sixth round. They’re sitting on their hands as she passes. A great three time former champion doesn't deserve such treatment; but she could care less at the moment. She’s just looking forward to a nice hot shower, maybe a dip in the whirlpool to further ease bruised and sore muscles and most important, a long, delicious massage from the young brunette tart in her entourage to cap it off. She smiles devilishly at the prospect while moving through the swinging door to her dressing quarters.

FINAL PRELIM

Charlize is done with the shower, but still lingering in the hot jets of the whirlpool; tired arms draped over the sides, head laid back on the cool edge of the tub when word comes from ringside that her one-time sparring partner, Jessica Biel, has just butchered ex-champ Cameron Diaz in the semi-main event. The fight ended in a lopsided 4th round KO of the blonde; with the ringside observer, a Theron insider, breathlessly describing to Charlize and company back in her dressing room the final moments of that figh. "Poor Cam was just frozen by a frenzy of punches, Char; then a big left put her right on her back, out cold for the whole count and then some."

From all descriptions, including this one, it wasn't much of a fight. Cameron Diaz, so long a solid veteran - and briefly champ after she shockingly dethroned Charlene herself less than a year ago - being totally outclassed, and pummeled into submission by an aggressive, hard-punching newcomer, Jessica Biel; the same Biel who so rudely deposited Charlize on her butt in an embarrassing sparring misadventure a month earlier. Biel is clearly the real deal, though evidence is just as clear that perhaps the ‘shot blonde’ Beyonce Knowles had been mouthing off about, specifically a certain leggy, blonde ex-champion, was none other than Cameron Diaz, not Charlize!.

MAIN EVENT

Charlize, lovely, leggy former three time champion, luxuriating in a big come from way behind victory tonight over the well traveled and admittedly aged, Halle Berry, has moved to the massage table by the time Beyonce steps into the ring to defend her newly won title and protect her unbeaten record against big Canadian, Natasha Henstridge. Charlize has just turned over from back to stomach, moaning softly at the pleasurable feelings coursing through her recuperating body as her young attendant's practiced hands work her sleek leg muscles, paying particular attention to the area high on the insides of her thighs and buttocks.

Suddenly, a cry from in her entourage intently watching the closed circuit screen in the corner bring her head up quickly and Charlize sees the stunning sight of the bootylicious babe, Beyonce, slumping to her knees from a wicked Henstridge hook late in the second round. The punch that Charlize didn't see, but, by all accounts of those who did see it, was a rock solid chin corker that put a big-time hurt on the woozy young champion who lingers on all fours, head bowed, while the referee begins his count!

Charlize, by now propped up on her elbows as she stays stretched out across the training table, feels a renewed warmth, building quickly into an exquisitely tormenting electric buzz, spreading through her lean body watching the undefeated champion stagger to wobbly feet at eight and hold on for a few frantic seconds until rescued by the bell; soaking up leather with her bootylicious booty jammed in the ropes.

Charlize's libido has calmed just a tad, though kept at a more manageable pleasant, lingering buzz by her young attendant's practiced fingers as the lanky blonde lingers on the massage table, dreamily watching the suddenly very intriguing title fight play itself out over the next half hour or so. Beyonce had been in big trouble at the end of the second, a rumored ‘glass jaw’ that had been exposed early in her fight with Charlize, but untested in recent bouts, apparently betraying the young champ anew as the big, hard punching Canadian connected with a lunging left hook. Yet Beyonce, ‘her ‘chin’ exposed but not fatally so, had enough class to weather a rough third round; fending off further attacks by the strong, yet awkward, challenger, then rallying like a true champion in the mid-rounds.

By the tenth of twelve rounds, Charlize has finally, reluctantly, dragged herself off the training table and into comfortable sportswear outer-gear, parking herself in a director's chair in front of the closed circuit screen to watch the late rounds of an entertaining, back and forth, championship fight. For sure, Beyonce was getting a far tougher test than she and her handlers expected from the lightly fought, virtually unknown Henstridge, whose only real claim to legitimacy prior to getting this surprise title challenge was a walloping first round KO of another ex-champ, Cat Bell, two months ago. The sultry brunette pin-up was laid out cold for more than 30 seconds after walking into Natasha's big left - the same left that put Beyonce on her knees in the 2nd round of this fight! But then, everybody had been punching poor faded Cat Bell around these days, so the powerful Canadian's stoppage of her was hardly awe-inspiring given how fast and far Cat had fallen since her glory days of the mid-late 1990’s.

Natasha has gained much more respect against flashy young champion Beyonce, but her awkwardness, and Beyonce's youthful resilience; indomitable energy and champion's will have brought the champ all the way back after that desperate second round; with Beyonce dropping a tiring Natasha late in the seventh and leaving a clearly exhausted challenger wobbling and destitute at the end of the tenth round.

Now in the 11th, Charlize watches intently as Beyonce comes out smoking. Though she has built a comfortable lead in the late rounds, Beyonce clearly wants much more; will only be satisfied knocking the bigger woman! Henstridge clearly looks ripe for plucking, laying heavily on the young champion in the early part of the round, then groaning as she sinks to her knees from a solid, if not spectacular, left hook to the face mid-round. But Beyonce also looks drained at this point; shoulders slumping in disappointment when the exhausted Canadian staggers up at "EIGHT"; refusing to go quietly.

Charlize saw that Beyonce’s bootylicious swagger exhibited when she moved out for what she must have figured would be the KO round at the 11th, had vanished the moment Henstridge defiantly wobbled to her feet. Plainly stated, the champion had fired her last real bullet; her tank, like Henstridge's, was empty! The two weary combatants grab and grope through most of the rest of the round until, just seconds before the bell, Beyonce, spent and disheartened after failing to get her KO earlier, walks into another pretty Henstridge hook! Legs buckling and barely holding, a suddenly groggy champion staggers back to the ropes and sags there for the remaining few seconds of the round, soaking up big, sloppy body blows from the resurgent Canadian. As the bell rescues her, the no longer very bootylicious Beyonce is not only out of gas, but very near out on her feet; her rubbery legs wobbling horribly as she shuffles slowly in a semi-circle before righting herself and heading to her corner. Her crew hurries out to collect her, then works frantically on the young champ. Suddenly, her title is up for grabs!

Charlize is in a tizzy watching it from the edge of her seat, fidgeting nervously, as the 12th and final round begins. Henstridge, dead tired, but using her greater height and weight, starts to bull the equally exhausted and newly touched up, Beyonce around the ring. More startlingly, Beyonce, whose heavily muscled, beautiful chocolate thighs powered her thru a public mugging of Charlize when they met a few months ago, seemingly can’t recover from the chilling blows rocked her in the previous round. With her usually sturdy legs shockingly reduced to rubbery, shaky stems, the embattled champ yields control of the ring to the shuffling, ever-moving-forward Canadian.

Charlize murmurs, “My gawd! Beyonce's out of gas; those damn legs are gone; she's punched out... gadddsss!"

She is at once both troubled and strangely stirred by her reaction; wincing as Beyonce, with maybe a minute left, is pinned to the ropes, helplessly covering up; almost cowering; while Henstridge tees off with big curling lefts and rights. Truth is, Charlize must admit that although she loathed the public ridicule heaped on her by the cocky young champion in the aftermath of her disastrous KO at Beyonce's fists, deep down she actually WANTS Beyonce to win this fight, to remain undefeated. EVERYTHING will be so much sweeter when she’s the one to bring the bootylicious babe down in HER title rematch.

But dreamy thoughts of a fateful rematch with an undefeated champion almost become academic in the next moment, when another one of Natasha's big, awkwardly effective punches, her notorious left hook again, connects to the huddled Beyonce's face over bronzed arms that are dropping ever lower in weary defense; to CRUNCH solidly on her suddenly suspect jaw. Eyes rolling; tawny legs quaking; knees buckling; the young champion sinks to the canvas with an anguished groan, down on her knees, then slowly sagging forward; her arms wrapped wearily around the big Canadian's sturdy calves with maybe 30 seconds left in the fight!

It’s been Beyonce's fight almost all the way - until now, until the last desperate seconds! The champion, chopped to her knees, woozy and weak, clings forlornly to the oaken legs of this big, beautiful Northwoods blonde as the referee struggles to pry the two dead tired fighters apart so Natasha can go to the neutral corner before he can begin to count. He finally manages to get Henstridge stumbling off to a neutral corner; then starts his delayed count over the fallen champion. Beyonce fumbles with the nearby ropes, groaning, rubbery legs and quaking arms shaking as she tries to pull her battered body off the canvas.

She makes it up, barely, at "NINE" taking advantage of the few extra seconds to gather herself while the ref shakes out her gloves before waving Henstridge in. There are maybe 15 seconds, if that, left in the fight. Poor Beyonce, her gloved arms dropping helplessly to her flanks; her thick, beautiful legs, melted down to rubber by Natasha's numbing shots, splayed wide and trembling; is little more than a defenseless punching bag propped against the ropes as Henstridge moves in.

Charlize is almost done in herself, squirming desperately; her sleek legs splayed wide, her ‘excitement’ juices seeping past her panties to stain her warm-ups as she ogles the helpless black champion slumped on the ropes. Though he was much quicker to step in to save a desolate Demi Moore - and later, a tottering Halle Berry - from more punishment in two earlier bouts - the referee defers to a great young champion's stature in the ring and refuses to step in as Henstridge, digging deep, tees off on the rubbery legged wreck that was Beyonce.

The last two tired bombs that the hopeful, if exhausted, challenger, manages to lift high enough, rattle off the champion's unguarded jaw. Each punch, a right, then a final left, rolls Beyonce's head back as if on a swivel. The tawny beauty's mouthpiece floats away after the left hook, half falling out of her gaping mouth as her butt slides off the middle strand while her head tilts back over the top rope; her glassy brown eyes staring vacantly up at the ceiling lights as a small trickle of blood seeps from the lower right corner of her mouth.

The champion is OUT, her KO’d body held up only by the sagging ropes over which it is draped. The referee looks ready to move in at any moment, but the bell insistently rings, and rings, and rings before he has to make his decision. He quickly waves his arms in the air, signifying the championship bout has ended with the bell - as a battered Beyonce melts into her handler's arms and is dragged to her stool.

Charlize staggers off for an impromptu second shower, this one COLD, shedding her damp clothes as she goes, yelling at her favored young attendant, "Get me some clean clothes, I'll be back in a minute, gawwwwd."

Nearly overcome, she sinks to her butt in the shower, sitting on the tiles under the icy spray, shivering as the exquisite buzz that was racing at breakneck speed through her over-heating loins watching Beyonce getting pummeled on the ropes slowly subsides. The young brunette handler leans partway into the stall a minute or so later, expectantly holding a dry towel, softly intoning, "She won; a unanimous decision even; boy she was lucky, wasn't she babe?"

Charlize nods her head numbly, feeling a great sense of relief ripple through her shivering body. She is still sitting on her butt in the cold spray; so the young girl turns off the shower for her, then gives her a helping hand up. The buzz is gone, but she is still a little shaking; long legs trembling as she leans on the beautiful brunette and gratefully lets her towel her body.

"Gonna get dressed and get outta here, girl; gotta get ready to fight for the championship again," Charlize murmurs. Then as the young girl reaches up and cups her breast, she pulls back from her attendant's loving hands and sighs, "No massage this time, honey. Sorry, but I can't handle it in my, ahem, present state of mind, heh-heh. And, by the way, thanks for that little pick-me-up back there in the ring; it worked!”

The young woman nods, smiling sweetly, murmuring under her breath at the still delicious memory of burying her tongue in Charlize’s throat before the 8th round. That other stuff, the flask and all, well it was just icing on the cake; just something you do for your boss, who you happen to worship, when she needs it most.

The inevitable rematch between the undefeated young champion, Beyonce Knowles, and legendary three time former champion Charlize Theron, has to happen now! Or does it? There's Jessica Biel, Charlize’s recent sparring nemesis, an exciting young talent who slaughtered the admittedly clearly "shot" ex-champ Cameron Diaz this evening, perhaps standing in the way. Their fight was, after all, the semi-main event with Charlize and Halle relegated to a prelim. Certainly that might get Biel an imminent shot? Then there's Henstridge; unskilled, virtually unknown before tonight, but big and strong and who shockingly battered a numbed, helpless champion at the end of her title match. She's now a player; certainly a case could be made as well for Natasha deserving maybe an immediate rematch! And what of Mandy Moore? She's pummeled ex-champ Cat Bell and the great if aging, veteran Demi Moore in successive fights. Many ‘experts’ say she should have gotten the stoppage over Charlize herself, when they fought a few months back - even if the referee saw it differently. And, lest we forget, in her rookie debut, Mandy had Beyonce in early trouble before succumbing to glaring inexperience and Beyonce's big punches. Some would say the strapping young brunette has played herself into title contention as well, or at least another showdown with Theron - perhaps even before Charlize gets her shot at Beyonce!

The celebrity-boxing world is currently a jumble at the top but one thing remains clear. Charlize has been there, been champion, not once, but THREE separate occasions, and has fought bravely in every title match she's been in, win or lose. None of the other top contenders, save Natasha Henstridge tonight, has even BEEN in a title fight! To Charlize, the choice is clear; she and Beyonce MUST fight in the next title match held at Joe's club. Only Charlize has the experience, the ring wisdom, the REACH and the PUNCH to end Beyonce's reign at the top; or so she believes. Now she'll just have to convince the association "muckity mucks" that she's the ONE.

Charlize smiles sweetly as she pours her lean frame into her waiting limo, thinking, "Yes, it's time to have a private, intimate little dinner with that schmuck, Joe. If anybody can pull the right strings to make this thing happen, it'll be Joe, the greedy sucker. Gawd, he's gonna make a killing on this bout. Beyonce and I are the BIG draws in boxing today."

Indeed they are, and if Charlize - possibly aided by that schmuck Joe, has her way, the rematch that had to happen may be just around the corner.